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jake still can’t survive a family vacation without fucking you—but the problem is that now, you won’t let him.
(𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢). idol s.jy x reader. smut. wc: 3.8k. semi-public sex. getting caught. sex deprivation. possessiveness. masturbation (m). oral (f receiving). teasing. begging. jy is very needy and pussy drunk.
──── ୨୧ ──── #25 (part 2) 🌙
elle’s thoughts ❀ here is part two of this fic from yesterday! you don’t have to read part one to understand this part, but i would recommend it because it’s some more yummy jake smut ;) part two is based on this request, so enjoy! i went a little crazy with it.
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You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up in the position you were currently in.
It was the next evening, and Jake had you pinned against the eucalyptus tree again, your dress pushed up around your waist. He was between your thighs, one leg hooked over his shoulder, sucking and licking at your wet folds like you were the only thing keeping him alive.
It started innocently enough. Jake had struggled to keep his hands off you all day, especially since your late-night rendezvous at the eucalyptus tree the previous night. You tried to pretend Jake wasn’t undeniably horny every time he looked at you, especially given the fact that you were constantly surrounded by his family members, but he was making it very difficult.
However, Jake cracked after dinner, and he tugged you out into the backyard. The sun was still hovering above the horizon, the golden beams filtering through the lush trees, illuminating just how needy Jake was for you. Your heart was hammering in your chest at the idea of being caught, but you hadn’t been caught the night before. Surely, nobody would find you—right?
“Jake, oh my god,” you breathed, your eyes rolling back as he jutted his tongue in and out of your entrance. You tangled your hands in his hair, slowly rolling your hips against his face to intensify the waves of pleasure. One hand grasped your hip as the other kneaded your breast, and you knew he was going to have you cumming on his tongue before you knew it.
However, you never got the chance. Somehow, neither of you heard the back door open and close or the footsteps of one of his cousins traipsing through the grass. The only thing you heard was the cry of horror that pulled you out of your pleasure and back to reality.
“What the fuck?” his cousin’s voice rang through the air.
Jake pulled away from you in a lustful haze, the criminalizing evidence of what he had been doing splattered across his face. He rushed to cover you up, to preserve some semblance of your dignity, but it was too late. His cousin was running back towards the house, and he gave you an apologetic look before running after her.
You stayed rooted to the spot you were in for longer than you cared to admit. You tried to ignore the embarrassment rising in your chest, and you were surprised to feel that tears were beginning to prick your eyes from just how mortified you were. Jake’s cousin, whose name you did not know, had found you both in a very compromising position, especially given Jake’s work as an idol and your work as a makeup artist for ENHYPEN. You figured she wouldn’t say anything, but the thought still filled you with dread. Your relationship with Jake was a tight-lipped secret, and it had been risky for you to come home with him at all. Both of your careers could be at stake if she said anything.
“Y/n?”
You turned your head, looking at your boyfriend as he approached you slowly.
“Jakey,” you sighed. He opened his arms for you, and you fell into them. “Did you talk to her?”
Jake slowly traced circles on your back with his slender fingers. “Yeah, she said she won’t tell anyone. She also said she won’t be able to look us in the eyes for a couple years.”
You snorted, his words a welcome reprieve from the negative emotions swirling inside you. “Well, I won’t be able to look her in the eyes either. Guess we’ll just have to each other forever.”
Jake leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Guess so. Anyway, nobody else knows what happened. I made sure of that. We can go back inside and not worry.”
“I’m going to worry anyway, but I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” you said, lifting your head to look at your boyfriend. “But from now until we leave? Absolutely no sex. No touching. I can’t do that again.”
You could see Jake’s smile waver slightly. “Like, not even kisses are allowed? But we still have four days left until we go back to Seoul!”
“No buts,” you said, your voice firm. “You are not allowed to touch me whatsoever until we get back home.”
“Okay, I think I can do that,” Jake breathed. “How hard can it be?”
Evidently, the answer to Jake’s question was that it would be extremely hard. Impossible, even.
After one day, you could tell that Jake was struggling, but he was still able to function. After two days, he was having a harder time staying focused on his day-to-day activities. However, by the last day, he looked as if he were dying. His eyes glazed over every time he looked at you, and you had to maintain the distance between you two to ensure that he didn’t get tempted. You knew that if he started touching you, he wouldn’t be able to stop—no matter who was watching.
“Y/n,” Jake said shakily. You were standing in the kitchen, washing dishes after dinner. The rest of his family was outside playing a game of rugby, and you hadn’t even realized that Jake had snuck inside until he spoke.
“Jake, no,” you stated plainly, not even looking at him. “We can’t be alone, especially here. We’re going home tomorrow, and I know you can wait.”
“I can’t,” he whined. “I’m fucking dying, y/n. I can’t think or function right now.”
You looked up at him, and you could’ve sworn you saw tears gathering in his eyes. You had never seen Jake this needy, and you enjoyed it more than you let on. You set down the plate you were washing and gazed up at him through your lashes.
“So desperate, aren’t you, Jakey?” You raised a finger, tracing his abs through his cotton t-shirt as you stared up at him. He shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped his lips.
“Y/n, please,” he stammered, his voice high-pitched in a way you had never heard before. “Can’t we just sneak into the bathroom? I’ll be fast, I promise. Nobody will even know we’re gone.”
“You know the rules, Jaeyun,” you whispered, his Korean name rolling off your tongue in the way you knew drove him crazy. “I said no touching, and I meant it.”
You lowered your eyes, and you could see just how hard he was. His clothed length was straining painfully against his pants, and you gave him a small smirk. You slowly moved your hand towards his cock, but you stopped just before you were touching him. You saw him twitch in his pants, and he swore viciously.
“You’re the fucking worst, y/n,” he whimpered.
“I know, but you love me,” you responded with a shrug. “I’m gonna go join the rugby game—looks pretty fun.”
“I can’t believe you,” he said, and you could tell just how badly he wanted you—needed you. However, as badly as you wanted him too, you couldn’t risk getting caught again. There were still far too many people still in the house for you to feel comfortable doing anything.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” he sighed, palming himself through his pants, and you knew exactly what he was going to do.
“Okay, see you outside?”
Jake nodded tersely, and you watched him turn on his heel and disappear into the bathroom down the corridor. After you heard the door lock, you glanced outside before tip-toeing after him. Once you reached the bathroom door, you stopped, holding your breath as you pushed your ear against it.
Inside, you heard the quiet slick of Jake already jerking himself off desperately accompanied by shallow breaths. You could imagine how he looked—leaning against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut, shirt between his teeth, and his pants around his knees as he pleasured himself to the thought of you. You felt yourself become increasingly turned on the longer you stood there, and your legs clenched as you heard his breaths turn to full-fledged moans. He was already close.
It was only another moment until you knew Jake had found his release. He let out a series of long, strangled noises as he came, and it took everything in you to not open the door and wrap your lips around his cock, swallowing every drop of his load.
Once he had finished, and you heard him pulling up his pants, you snuck away as quietly as possible before stepping outside, ignoring the intense throbbing between your legs.
When the time came for you and Jake to return home the next afternoon, you found that you were surprisingly sad to leave Jake’s family and childhood home behind. You had adored getting to spend a week of the holiday season with them, and it was also a welcome break from the December cold in Seoul.
Of course, because of who Jake was, you had to return home in a private jet. He had fought the company, begging them to let him feel like a normal person when returning to his home country, but they had refused to budge. You felt bad for your boyfriend, as you knew he craved a sense of normalcy, but you realized very quickly into your return flight that Jake was now grateful you had been forced to take the private jet.
“Y/n,” Jake sang moments after takeoff. You had already cracked open your book, and you were determined to finish it on the flight before returning to your hectic life as a k-pop makeup artist.
“Yes, Jakey?” you asked, not taking your eyes off your book.
You felt his fingers graze your thigh, and you shook your head. “Absolutely not. There are other people on this plane.”
“Please?” he groaned. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to explode.”
You raised your eyes to his slowly, giving him a droll look. “You can wait ten hours.”
“Ten hours!” Jake exclaimed, throwing his head back and letting out a frustrated groan.
“You’ll be fine, Jaeyun,” you told him, returning your eyes to your book. “Once we’re back home, we can have the best sex of your life—I promise.”
Jake sighed before leaning back in his seat, grabbing his phone and beginning to type something.
A few hours later, after dinner had been served and the sun had set, you glanced at Jake to find that you could see the perfectly defined outline of his hardened cock in his pants. His eyes were closed, legs stretched out and hands linked behind his head, but you could tell from his breathing that he was anything but sleeping.
“Jake?” you murmured.
“Hmm?” he responded, his eyes still closed.
“Is there a reason you’re so hard?”
“Not really,” he said nonchalantly. “Just my incredibly sexy girlfriend sitting across from me on a private jet with nobody else around.”
You found a small smile spreading across your face, and you closed your book and tossed it on the chair next to you. Jake’s eyes were still pressed closed, and you tilted your head to the side curiously as you took him in. The lights in the jet had been dimmed to allow you to sleep, but at the moment, sleep was the last thing you wanted. Jake's muscles strained against his black shirt and sweatpants, and you absolutely loved the way his broad shoulders tapered down to his incredibly thin waist. He was so incredibly hot without even trying.
You leaned back in your seat, stretching your limbs before extending your leg toward him. You slowly rested your foot atop Jake’s hardened cock, and you loved the way his entire body stiffened.
“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” he asked, his breath catching in his throat. “I know you’re having fun teasing me, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself if you keep this up.”
“When did I say I want you to stop?”
Jake’s eyes opened before narrowing. “About four hours ago.”
“Well, that was four hours ago,” you shrugged, rubbing your foot along his length. “This is now.”
“Are you sure?” he breathed. “I don’t want you to feel forced.”
“I think you’ve been patient enough that I can reward you—don’t you agree?”
Jake’s cock twitched against your foot. “I don’t know—you tell me.”
You lifted your leg, placing it back on the ground and standing. You stared down at Jake, tugging the waistband of your shorts down until they fell to the floor around your ankles, revealing the lacy black thong you were wearing. Jake sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening with desire.
You stepped over to Jake’s seat, straddling his hips as you lowered yourself down on top of his clothed hardness.
“Oh, y/n,” he groaned, raising a shaky hand to your waist. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”
“Well, you know what they say,” you said, slowly grinding your core against him. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
“Does it?”
“I don’t know, but it definitely makes your dick grow harder.”
Jake snorted a laugh, but it was quickly overtaken by a moan as you increased the pace of your hips. Even through his sweatpants, the tip of his dick rubbed against your clit, and you let out a sinful sound at the delicious sensation. Jake’s hand found the back of your neck, and he tugged you towards him until your lips crashed together in a frenzy. After the days spent apart, where you weren’t allowed to touch, taste, or enjoy each other, all decorum and dignity had disappeared. You and Jake were no longer a k-pop idol and his makeup artist girlfriend—you were two normal people, desperate to drop your defenses and allow your bodies to finally entwine.
Jake roughly pulled your shirt over your head, and he immediately undid the clasp of your bra before tossing it to the floor and taking your breast into his mouth. You gasped as he nipped the sensitive skin there, his other hand grabbing your ass with more desire than ever before.
“Mmph, Jaeyun,” you cried, his tongue swirling your nipple.
His hips bucked as his Korean name escaped your lips, and an animalistic groan radiated from deep in his chest. “Say my name again, baby. Say it for me.”
“Jaeyun!” you repeated breathlessly, rolling your hips against him.
“Need to taste you,” he growled against your breast. Before you knew what was happening, Jake had lifted you up, your head resting in his lap, back arched midair, and legs draped over his shoulders. Jake had never put you in this position before, and you could almost weep from how wonderful it felt when he finally connected his mouth with your slick.
Jake propped you up with his hands, the toned muscles in his arms straining to keep you exactly where he wanted you. He let out a low groan against you as he sucked and licked your clit, and you didn’t even bother trying to conceal your moans. Let the flight attendants know what they would see if they entered the main cabin—you no longer cared.
“Ah—ah, Jaeyun, shit!” you swore as he used his tongue to repeatedly lick up your center. He slurped up every drop of your wetness, the saltiness spreading across his tongue and making him go crazy for you. You knew how desperate he had been for you during your vacation, and you could imagine no better way to finally release the pent up tension than to have him worship you between your legs.
It wasn’t long before you noticed the familiar feeling of your climax spreading within you, starting between your legs before rising into your chest and neck. You let out a harsh cry as you came against Jake’s tongue, and he lapped up the wetness that gushed from you. His hands tightened around you, the only thing keeping you rooted in reality as the aftershocks of your release left you trembling.
“How do you feel?” Jake asked, gently lowering you so that you were laying in his lap.
“O-oh my god,” was all you could say. Jake grinned deviously, and he lifted you so that you were sitting in his lap again.
“Do you want me inside you?” he murmured against your ear before nipping it.
“So bad, Jaeyun,” you shuddered. “More than anything.”
“It’s good to know that you’re just as desperate as me,” he chuckled, pushing his pants down to allow his already leaking length to spring free. “I was starting to worry.”
“I think I’m just better at hiding how badly I need you,” you told him before pressing your lips to his. He kissed you hungrily for a moment, rolling your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He then guided your hips to his length, and you lifted your hips just enough to allow him to line himself up with your entrance. Once you felt the familiar sensation of his tip pressed against you, you slowly lowered your hips down, engulfing his aching cock with your wet warmth.
“Oh, shit,” Jake groaned slowly, leaning his head back against the headrest as he watched himself disappear inside you. “Oh my fucking god, y/n.”
“Feel good, Jaeyun?” you asked, stopping once he was fully inside you. “Did you miss my pussy?”
“More than anything,” he stuttered. Just like the night before, you could’ve sworn you saw tears in his eyes. However, this time, you said nothing about it. You relished in seeing just how wrecked your boyfriend was for you.
“Should I fuck you?” you whispered, tracing your fingers along the lines of his chest.
“Please.”
You smirked before you started to move on top of him. Your movements were painfully slow and controlled, and you watched as Jake desperately tried to stop himself from placing his hands on your hips and speeding you up. You wanted him to remember just how lucky he was to have you, even if he hadn’t been allowed to touch you the last few days.
“Y/n, please,” he whimpered, his eyes full of tears and want. His breaths were shaky, and you wondered if he would actually cry from how badly he wanted you. You decided to figure it out.
“Please what, Jaeyun?” you murmured, still moving your hips excruciatingly slowly. Your pussy dragged along his cock in a way that you knew would have him feeling every centimeter of you, driving him crazy until he took control.
“Please let me fuck you,” he said, his tears finally spilling onto his cheeks. “I need it so fucking bad, please, please, please.”
You lifted a hand to wipe the tears from his cheek, and only then did you start to fuck him faster. He immediately let out a series of broken sobs, the sensation of his girlfriend finally allowing him to be inside her sending him to a place he had never been.
You had never seen Jake like this—normally, he was in control, dominant in a way that you loved. However, when he was deprived of you? You had him weeping and begging just for the chance to feel you around him.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” Jake whimpered. You came to a stop atop him, and you looked down at him curiously.
“What, Jaeyun? Something wrong?”
“You’re trying to kill me,” he said, his eyes hazy with tears and lust.
You continued to stare at him, not moving at all, wondering how long it would be until he finally broke. To his credit, it was longer than you expected, but you could tell from the way his breaths became more shallow that he was about to lose himself. And you let him.
When his control snapped, he transformed into a different person entirely. He wrapped his arms around you roughly, pulling you towards him as he began to buck his hips up into you wildly. You let out a series of loud cries with each thrust, his cock slamming into you with a fervor you had never experienced.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jake sobbed, desperately thrusting you like he would die if stopped. “You feel s’ fucking good, baby. Oh my god, I love you so fucking much.”
“I— love— you— too—,” your words came out clipped with each snap of his hips, his cock brushing against your cervix while simultaneously rubbing against the spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back in your head. You could feel your hair falling out of your ponytail with each thrust, but you didn’t care. Jake absolutely loved when he wrecked you during sex, and now, you were wrecking him too.
“Pussy s’ good,” he wept, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your back. “Love fucking this pussy, baby. It’s all mine—nobody else can fuck you like I do, yeah?”
“Y-yes,” you stammered. “God, nobody fucks me like you Jaeyun. Nobody.”
“Good,” he snapped, and you knew that you had activated his possessive side. Jake knew you had been with other men in the past, and it seemed like whenever he remembered that during sex, he became more animalistic than you knew possible. As he ruthlessly fucked you, he lifted his mouth to your neck and bit down possessively. He was marking you as his, and he wanted everyone to know it.
“I’m close, baby,” he groaned against your neck after a moment. “Where do you want it?”
“On my chest,” you said breathlessly. Jake continued thrusting wildly, his moans pitching up, before he quickly pulled out of you. As soon as his cock left you, it sprang upward, and you watched as his cum immediately began to shoot from his pink tip.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jake sputtered, his eyes pressed closed as he painted both of your chests white with his load. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched his dick twitch, more cum than you had ever seen spurting from him with each pulse.
Once he was finally done, he opened his eyes and gaped at what he had done. “Jesus,” he panted. “Did I do that?”
You let out a soft laugh. “I think you did.”
“How the hell are we gonna clean this up?”
You gave Jake a mischievous smirk before lowering yourself down to his stomach and chest. He eyed you curiously, but he immediately let out a soft gasp as you began to lick all the cum from his chiseled torso. You relished in the look he gave you as you licked up every drop, and when you were done, you swallowed before lifting your head once more and kissing him deeply.
“That was really fucking hot,” he said when you pulled back to catch your breath.
“Then I’ll just have to do it again, won’t I?”
Jake’s hands traced up and down your back as he looked at you lovingly. “The cum eating part, or the sex deprivation part?”
“I was thinking both,” you breathed against his lips.
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” he sighed, but when he connected your lips, you could feel just how much he loved and wanted you.
“I guess I’ll stop. If I kill you, who’s going to fuck me?”
Jake’s eyes darkened, and his grip became more possessive yet again. “Absolutely nobody. You’re mine, y/n. Now and forever.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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written for the heart’s mailroom event ! ༊
✷ your boyfriend, sim jaeyun, is clingy, sleepy, and obsessed with being as close to you as physically possible after rehearsals !
pairings ⸝⸝ sub!bf!jake ✿ dom!f!rea ✉️ wc ⸝⸝ 5.5k
🗯️ 内容 explicit sexual content ♫ 18+ ⸝⸝ intended for mature audiences | minors do not interact ᯓ established relationship, heavy makeout, dirty talk, body praise, soft sub & dom dynamics, cockwarming, riding, creampie !
EL’S ✷ BUBBLE : so so soooo incredibly rushed i’m sorry 😭 too many side quests keep dragging me away from blr . . but this one is for and requested by my fellow filo-engene baby @soltyshshs hehe lawb you !!! enjoy cuties ♡ mwehehehe i love jake
"Mmm, baby, this feels good, feels so nice."
Jake's voice is a warm, drowsy murmur against your chest, the words vibrating through the thin cotton of your oversized shirt and into your skin. His arms are looped around your waist, loose and lazy, his fingers resting against the small of your back like they've always belonged there.
His head rises and falls with the rhythm of your breathing, cheek pressed right above your heartbeat, and you can feel the exhaustion still clinging to him, the kind that settles deep into the bones after twelve hours of drilling choreography until your muscles scream and your brain turns to mush.
You run your fingers through his hair, slow and absent, scratching lightly at his scalp the way you know makes him melt. He hums in response, a tiny, content sound that you feel more than hear, and his arms tighten a fraction around your waist, pulling himself closer, burrowing deeper into you like he's trying to crawl inside your ribcage and live there.
It had been an impossibly long day.
Rehearsals that started before the sun came up and didn't end until the studio lights were the only thing keeping the room from going dark. Run-throughs and spot-checks and the choreographer saying "one more time" what felt like forty-seven more times.
Your own body was a landscape of aches, your hip flexors burning, your calves tight as piano wires, but Jake had it worse.
You'd watched him during the final full run, the way his landings were just a beat too heavy, the way his arms lagged a half-second behind the count on the last chorus, the way he pressed his palm flat against the mirror afterwards and just breathed for a long, trembling moment before anyone could notice.
He'd pushed through it, because that's what Jake does, because that's what all of you do, but you could see the weariness in the slump of his shoulders on the shuttle back to the hotel, the way his head tipped back against the window and his eyes fluttered shut before the vehicle had even left the parking lot.
So when you'd texted him "netflix and chill?" an hour after you'd both dragged yourselves back to your respective rooms, you'd meant it in the most literal, innocent way possible. A movie. Some company. Maybe he'd fall asleep on your shoulder and you'd let him, because he looked like he needed it and because you liked the weight of him, the trust of it, the way he went soft and pliant and unguarded only around you.
But then he'd shown up at your door not even two minutes later, still in his practice sweats and a worn t-shirt, hair damp from the shower, and the way he'd looked at you, all heavy-lidded and almost helpless, had told you everything you needed to know about what kind of night this was going to be before either of you said a word.
And now here you are.
Propped up against the headboard with your legs stretched out on the hotel bed, some romcom playing on the laptop balanced on the mattress beside you, the volume turned low enough that it's basically just background noise.
Jake is lying half on top of you, his body a long, warm line of weight and heat against your side, his head on your chest, his arms around your waist, and it's sweet, it's so sweet, except for the part where his hands have started to wander.
It happened gradually.
Innocently, even, if you were being generous.
A palm settling on your ribcage that slowly migrated south. A thumb that started tracing idle circles on the curve of your waist and then drifted upward, inch by patient inch, until it was brushing the underside of your breast through your shirt.
Then he wasn't even pretending to be subtle about it anymore, his hand just full-on cupping you, kneading the soft flesh through the cotton, squeezing gently and then a little less gently, his fingers pressing into you with a lazy, possessive hunger that he probably wasn't even fully aware of.
Jake has always been like this.
A freak in the most understated, unassuming way, the kind that sneaks up on you. He doesn't leer or grab or make crude jokes the way some guys do. He just touches, constantly, like he's physically incapable of keeping his hands off you when you're within arm's reach, and the touching always starts soft and then devolves into something more. A hand on your thigh during dinner that creeps higher. An arm around your shoulders that turns into fingers tracing your collarbone. A back hug that becomes his palms sliding up your ribs to cup your breasts while he presses his face into your neck and breathes you in like you're the only oxygen in the room.
You'd clocked it early.
Way back, before you were even together, before you were anything more than two dancers from different groups who kept ending up at the same afterparties, competitions, and late-night food runs. You'd noticed the way his gaze would drift to your body when he thought you weren't looking, the way his hands would twitch at his sides like he was stopping himself from reaching out. You'd noticed the way he'd look at you on stage, during those moments when both your groups were backstage waiting for results, the way his eyes would track the movement of your body like he was memorizing the choreography of your hips for later.
Jake has always been obsessed with your body. That's just a fact, the way gravity is a fact, the way the grass is green is a fact. It's not something he hides well and it's not something he tries particularly hard to hide. He tells you constantly, in words, in touches, and in the way he looks at you like you're something holy, something he can't believe he gets to have. He loves the curve of your waist, the softness of your stomach, the shape of your breasts, the thickness of your thighs. He loves all of it with an enthusiasm that borders on worship, and he's never, not once, made you feel like there was anything about your body that needed changing, hiding, or apologizing for.
Right now, though, his hands are making it very difficult to focus on the movie, which you've already lost the plot of entirely. His fingers are kneading your breast through your shirt with a slow, rhythmic pressure, his palm squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, and every time his thumb brushes over your nipple through the fabric, a tiny spark of heat shoots down your spine and settles warm and heavy between your thighs.
"Jake," you say, and your voice comes out softer than you intended.
"Hmm?" He doesn't lift his head from your chest. His fingers don't stop.
"You're being some freak again."
A pause. Then, very quietly, almost sheepishly: "I know."
His hand still doesn't move. If anything, his fingers squeeze a little tighter, and you feel your nipple pebble against his palm through the thin cotton, and you know he feels it too because his breath hitches, just slightly, a tiny stutter of air against your collarbone.
"Baby," you try again, and there's a warning in it this time, the kind that could go either way, could mean stop or could mean keep going but you better be ready for the consequences.
"I can't help it," he mumbles into your chest, and his voice is muffled and warm and so genuinely pitiful that you almost laugh. "You're just so soft. And you smell good. And you're right here, and I'm tired, and you feel so nice, and I just—I want to touch you."
He says it like a confession. Like it's something he's been fighting against and losing. And you know, you know the solution to this, because you've been here before, many times, in many variations.
When Jake gets like this, when his hands won't stop and his breathing goes shallow and his body presses closer and closer like he's trying to fuse the two of you into one person, there's only one thing that calms him down.
You shift beneath him, and he makes a small, protesting sound at the movement, his arms tightening around your waist, but you're gentle but firm as you guide him upright. He goes easily, pliant, his body following your hands like he'd follow them anywhere.
You position him so he's sitting against the headboard, his back to it, his legs stretched out in front of him, and you watch the way he looks up at you, all dark, sleepy eyes and swollen lips and that particular expression he gets when he's needy and trying not to show it.
"C'mere," he says, reaching for you, and his voice is rough and low and it does things to you that you'll never admit out loud.
You swing your leg over his lap and settle onto his thighs, straddling him, and the position puts you above him, looking down, while he has to tilt his chin up to meet your eyes. The laptop is still playing beside you, the romcom's soundtrack filling the room with something bright and incongruous.
The air conditioning hums overhead, cool air prickling at the bare skin of your arms and the strip of your stomach where your shirt has ridden up, making you shiver slightly, making you aware of every inch of your body and every inch of his.
"We're just going to sit like this for a bit," you tell him, and your voice is steady, controlled, the way it always is when you're taking care of him. "Okay? Just this. To help you calm down."
"Okay," he whispers, and he's already nodding, already agreeing, because Jake never argues when you take charge, never pushes back when you set the terms. He just sinks into it, into you, like you're the only solid thing in a world that's constantly shifting under his feet.
You reach between your bodies and hook your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down just enough, and he lifts his hips to help you without being asked, a small, eager movement that makes something warm and possessive curl in your stomach.
His cock is half-hard already, thick and warm against his thigh, and you wrap your hand around him briefly, just a single stroke, feeling him twitch and swell in your palm, before you guide him toward your entrance.
You're not wearing anything under your shorts, and you push the fabric aside, position him at your opening, and then you sink down.
Slowly. So slowly. Inch by inch, feeling the stretch of him, the thick, hot pressure of him filling you up, and the sound Jake makes is something between a gasp and a whimper, a broken, breathless thing that escapes from his throat like you've pulled it out of him by force. His hands fly to your hips, gripping but not pulling, just holding, like he needs something to anchor him while you take him apart piece by piece.
"Fuck," he breathes, his head tipping back against the headboard, his eyes squeezing shut. "God, you feel—you feel so good, so warm, so—"
"Shh," you soothe, and you're fully seated now, your hips flush against his, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, and you can feel him throbbing, feel the way he's already getting harder, the way his body is responding to the tight, wet heat of you even though you haven't moved. "Just stay still. Just feel it."
He nods, his jaw clenched, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough that you know there'll be little half-moons pressed into your skin like signatures. You can feel him trembling, tiny, involuntary shivers running through his thighs beneath yours, and you run your hands up his arms, over his shoulders, smoothing down the tension you find there, and he melts under your touch, his grip loosening, his breath slowing.
This is literally the thing about cockwarming Jake.
It's not just about the physical sensation, though that's part of it, the fullness of him inside you, the way your walls grip him, the way you can feel every pulse, twitch, and throb of his cock against your most sensitive places without either of you moving. It's about this, the way he goes quiet, soft, and completely, utterly surrendered underneath you. The way he gives you everything, every last scrap of control, and trusts you to hold it for him.
You pull the blanket from the foot of the bed and drape it over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders, and the warmth of it combined with the heat of his body against yours is immediately, overwhelmingly soothing.
The air conditioning continues its quiet assault, cold air prickling at your exposed shoulders, the top of your head, and the sliver of your ankle where the blanket doesn't quite reach, a sharp contrast to the furnace of him beneath you, inside you.
The movie plays on, forgotten, the laptop's distant hum mixing with the sound of both of you breathing.
For a while, you just sit there. You inside him, him inside you, your bodies fitted together like puzzle pieces, the kind that snap into place with a satisfying finality. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, or maybe it's your heartbeat you're feeling, the two of them so synced up you can't tell the difference anymore.
His hands have migrated from your hips to your waist, his arms wrapping around you loosely, pulling you close, and his face is pressed into the curve of your neck, his breath warm and slow against your skin.
"Mmm," he hums, and the sound is drowsy, content, like a cat that's found the one sunny spot in the entire house. "This is nice. You're nice. Everything is nice."
A laugh escapes you, quiet and fond. "You're so cute when you're like this."
"Like what?"
"All soft and needy."
He makes a small, embarrassed sound against your neck, and you feel his cock twitch inside you, and oh, that's interesting. You file that away for later, the fact that calling him needy makes him harder, makes his hips jerk in a tiny, involuntary thrust that presses him just a little deeper.
"Jake," you warn gently, and he stills immediately.
"Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean to move. It just—you feel so tight, I can't—"
"It's okay." You card your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp, and he shivers and sighs and melts further into you. "You're doing so well. Being so good for me."
He keens.
Actually keens, a thin, high sound that he tries to swallow but can't quite manage, and his arms tighten around your waist, and you feel his whole body flex and shudder under you.
Jake has always been a whiny person, you found that out way before you ever got together, back when he'd whine about early call times, sore muscles, and bad catering at competitions, but this specific variety of whine, the one that comes from deep in his chest when you praise him, is something you discovered later and have been devotedly cataloguing ever since.
"Baby," he mumbles into your neck, and his voice is thick, syrupy, like he's half-asleep and half-desperate. "Can I kiss you? Please?"
"You don't have to ask," you say, tilting his chin up with your fingers.
His mouth finds yours like it's coming home.
The kiss starts soft, slow, the way everything has been tonight.
His lips are warm and slightly chapped, and they move against yours with a tenderness that makes your chest ache, the kind of tenderness that says I love you I love you I love you without a single word.
You kiss him back, your hands cradling his jaw, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of it, and he makes a small, pleased sound into your mouth that vibrates through both of you.
Then the kiss deepens.
His lips part against yours and your tongue slides against his, wet and hot and slow, and the shift in the air is immediate, palpable, like someone turning up the temperature in the room by ten degrees.
You feel his cock pulse inside you, feel him swelling, getting impossibly harder, and a low groan rumbles through his chest and into yours. Your own body responds, your walls clenching around him, your arousal slicking the space where you're joined, and the sensation of being filled while kissing him, of being so completely connected, is enough to make your head spin.
You're kissing him deeper now, hungrier, your fingers sliding from his jaw into his hair, gripping, tugging slightly, and he gasps into your mouth and his hips roll up into yours, just once, a single, grinding thrust that makes you both moan.
The blanket shifts around your shoulders, the cool air rushing in to meet your heated skin, and the contrast, the cold on your shoulders and the heat between your legs, is maddening.
And then your hair falls in your face.
It happens between one kiss and the next, the long strands slipping from behind your ear and tumbling down between you like a curtain, catching on Jake's lips, tickling his cheek, getting in the way of his mouth finding yours.
You huff in frustration, reaching up to push it back, but Jake's hand gets there first.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and hazy and impossibly soft, and his fingers gather your hair gently, carefully, like he's handling something precious.
He sweeps it all to one side of your neck, smoothing it down over your shoulder, and then you feel his other hand at your nape, his fingers finding the hair tie on his wrist, the one he always wears, the black one that's become as much a part of his daily uniform as his practice shoes.
He stretches it between his fingers and then gathers your hair into a low ponytail, securing it with practiced ease, like he's done this a hundred times before, because he has, because Jake is always the one fixing your hair when it gets in your face, always the one with the hair tie when you forgot yours, always the one paying attention to the small things so you don't have to.
"Pretty," he murmurs, and the word is so simple, so sincere, so completely unguarded that it steals the breath from your lungs. He's looking at you the way he always looks at you, like you hung the moon and the stars and every constellation in between, and his thumb brushes your cheekbone once, feather-light, before his hand settles back on your waist.
"Jake," you breathe, and you don't know what you were going to say after that, maybe nothing, maybe everything, but it doesn't matter because you're kissing him again, harder this time, more urgent, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer even though closer isn't physically possible when he's already inside you.
The kiss is messier now, wetter, all tongues and teeth and the slick sounds of your mouths moving together in the quiet room.
You can feel him throbbing inside you, feel his cock twitching and straining, and your hips are moving without your permission, grinding in slow, tiny circles that don't lift off him but shift him inside you, pressing him against different places, making you feel him in different ways.
Each movement draws a sound from one of you, a gasp or a moan or a shuddering exhale that the other swallows.
"Baby," Jake whimpers against your lips, and his voice is wrecked, barely there, just breath and want and need all tangled up together. "I need—please, can I move? I want to move, I need you, I want—"
"I know," you whisper back, and you lift your hips and sink back down, and the sound he makes is devastating, a broken, choked-off moan that he buries in your neck. "I've got you."
You start to ride him.
Slowly at first, torturously slowly, lifting your hips until only the tip of him is inside you and then sinking back down, taking him to the root, feeling every inch of the stretch, every ridge and vein of him dragging against your walls.
The blanket is pooled around your waists now, shifting with every movement, and the air conditioning hits the sweat gathering on your shoulders and the back of your neck, making you shiver, making your skin prickle with goosebumps that have nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the man underneath you.
The sound of it is obscene in the best way, the wet, slick noise of your body taking him in, the soft slap of skin against skin when you bottom out, the creak of the hotel bed beneath you, and beneath it all, the distant, tinny sound of the movie still playing on the laptop, completely ignored.
"Feel so good," Jake gasps, and his head is thrown back against the headboard, his throat exposed, his lips swollen and wet from your kisses. His hands are on your hips, holding, his fingers pressing into your flesh like he needs something to ground him, like he might float away if he doesn't anchor himself to you. "You feel so fucking good, I can't—you're so tight, so wet, oh my god—"
"Really?" You clench around him deliberately, squeezing his cock with your walls, and he yelps, actually yelps, a sharp, high sound that makes heat pool low in your stomach. "You like that, baby? Like how I feel around you?"
"Yes—god, yes—fuck, I love it—I love you—I love you so much—"
"I know you do." You lean in and kiss the hinge of his jaw, his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth, and he turns his head to catch your lips, kissing you messy and desperate and deep. "My pretty boy. My good boy. Taking me so well. Being so fucking patient for me."
He whines into your mouth, a high, keening sound that dissolves into a moan when you grind down onto him, circling your hips, pressing his cock against that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
Your hands are braced on his shoulders, your fingers digging into the solid muscle beneath his worn t-shirt, and you can feel the way his entire body is trembling, the effort it's taking him to not just grab your hips and thrust up into you the way he desperately wants to.
"You can move," you tell him, your mouth against his ear, your breath hot on his skin. "Move with me."
And he does.
His hips snap up to meet yours, and the change in rhythm is immediate, electric, his cock driving into you deeper and harder than before, and the sound that escapes you is ragged and startled and so fucking needy.
He's not rough, Jake is never rough with you, not really, but there's a desperation to the way he moves now, an urgency, like he's been holding back for so long and the dam is finally cracking.
"Shit—you feel—feel amazing—mmm—" The words tumble out of him in broken fragments, punctuated by thrusts and gasps and the lewd, wet sounds of your bodies moving together. "So good, baby, you're so good to me, so good —"
"Jake—" Your voice comes out wrecked, barely a voice at all, just breath and heat and the shape of his name. The pleasure is building, a tight, coiling heat in your stomach that spreads outward with every thrust, every grind, every time his cock hits that spot that makes your thighs shake and your cunt clench around him.
"Close," he gasps, and his rhythm is faltering now, his thrusts getting shorter, faster, more erratic, his fingers digging so hard into your hips you know there'll be marks tomorrow and you don't care, you want them, you want every mark and every bruise and every physical proof that you're his and he's yours. "I'm close, I'm—can I—please—"
"Not yet," you say, and your voice is steady even though your body is shaking, even though every nerve ending is screaming at you to let go, to fall, to crash over the edge with him. "Wait for me. Can you do that? Can you be good and wait for me?"
"I'll try," he whimpers, and his eyes are squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief, and he looks like he's fighting a war inside himself, every muscle taut with the effort of holding back. "I'll try, I'll be good, I—fuck—you're so tight, you're clenching so hard, I can't—"
"You can," you tell him, and you take his face in your hands, tilting his chin up, forcing him to look at you, and the raw, open vulnerability in his eyes, the desperate, helpless need, makes your heart clench and your cunt clench and both of them are too much. "You can, because you're mine, and you're going to come when I tell you to. Okay?"
"Okay," he breathes, and the word is a surrender, a prayer, the most honest thing he's ever said. "Okay. Yours. I'm yours, baby."
You speed up, grinding down onto him harder, faster, chasing the edge now, feeling it rush up to meet you, and Jake's hands slide from your hips to your thighs, gripping the soft flesh there, squeezing, his fingers pressing into you the way he always does, like he can't believe you're real, like he needs to feel every inch of you to convince himself this isn't a dream. His cock is hitting that spot inside you with every thrust now, relentless, devastating, and the coil in your stomach is wound so tight you think you might shatter.
"Baby," you gasp, and your forehead drops to his, your breath mingling, your noses brushing, so close you can see the wetness gathering in the corners of his eyes, the way his lashes are clumped together, the way he's looking at you like you're the entire universe compressed into a single person. "I'm close. Come with me. Now."
He breaks.
A sob tears from his throat, your name and a moan and something that might be I love you all tangled together into a sound you'll never forget, and his hips buck up into you one final, desperate time, and you feel him come, feel his cock pulse inside you, hot and thick, feel him filling you up, rope after rope, the warmth of it spreading through you, and the sensation is enough to push you over the edge right after him.
Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, your walls clamping down around his cock in pulsing, rhythmic contractions, and you're moaning his name into the space between your mouths, your fingers fisted in his hair, your body shaking apart on top of him while he holds you through it, his arms wrapped around you so tight, so tight, like he's terrified you'll disappear if he lets go.
The aftershocks ripple through you for what feels like an eternity, your body twitching and trembling against his, his cock still inside you, softening slowly, still pulsing with the last echoes of his release.
You can feel him leaking out of you, the warm, sticky evidence of what you've done pooling where your bodies are pressed together, and it should be messy and inconvenient and probably require a towel, but right now, in this moment, it just feels right. It feels like the most natural thing in the world.
You collapse against his chest, your face pressed into his neck, your breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. His arms stay around you, his hands smoothing up and down your spine, gentle, soothing, and you can feel his heart hammering against your chest, or maybe that's yours, you still can't tell the difference.
"Wow," Jake whispers after a long moment, and his voice is hoarse and wrecked and there's a laugh hiding underneath it, the kind of laugh that comes after something so good you almost can't believe it happened.
"Yeah," you agree, and you press a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck, just because you can. "Wow."
"I love you," he says, and he says it so easily, so casually, like it's the simplest and most obvious fact in the entire world. "Like, a lot. Like, an embarrassing amount. Like, I was literally just thinking about it while we were—you know—and I was like, wow, I really love her, and then I almost started crying in the middle of it, which would have been really weird, but—"
"Jake."
"Yes, pretty?"
"Shut it and hold me."
He laughs, soft, warm, and bright, and his arms tighten around you, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head, right at the crown where your ponytail is gathered, and you feel him smile against your hair.
"Okay," he murmurs. "I can do that."
The movie is still playing on the laptop beside you, the credits rolling now, a soft, forgettable pop song accompanying the names of people you'll never think about again.
The air conditioning hums its quiet, constant drone overhead, cool air drifting down over the blanket that's still tangled around your waists, prickling at the bare skin of your shoulders.
Jake's heartbeat is slowing beneath your ear, settling into something steady and calm, and his breathing has gone slow and deep, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that makes you drowsy, that makes you want to close your eyes and sink into him and never come back up.
You shift slightly, adjusting the blanket so it covers both of you properly, and Jake makes a small, protesting sound at the movement before settling again, his face buried in your hair, his arms loose around your waist.
He's still inside you, soft now, warm and comfortable, and you don't move off him, don't want to, not yet, because this, this right here, this feeling of being so completely tangled up in another person that you can't tell where you end and he begins, this is everything.
This is literally the one thing you never knew you needed until Jake showed up and gave it to you without even being asked.
"Hey," he says, quiet and drowsy against your temple.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you for texting me tonight."
A smile pulls at your lips, soft and private. "Thank you for showing up quickly."
"I would've been faster but I couldn't find my room key."
"You're ridiculous."
"Ridiculously in love with you obviously," he says, and you can hear the grin in his voice, the dumb, cheesy, perfect grin that he always gets when he's about to say something corny and he knows it and he doesn't care.
"Oh my goodness." You lift your head just enough to look at him, at the warm, sleepy, satisfied look on his face, the mess of his hair, the way his lips are still swollen and red. "You're the worst."
"The worst boyfriend or the worst in general?"
"Both."
"Harsh." But he's smiling, that soft, crooked smile that makes your chest feel too small for your heart, and he leans in and kisses you, gentle and slow and tasting like nothing and everything, and you kiss him back, and it's sweet, so sweet, sweet enough to make your teeth ache.
When you pull apart, you rest your forehead against his, your noses brushing, and you just breathe together for a moment, in and out, in and out, the sound of it filling the small space between you.
"Same time tomorrow?" he asks, and his voice is barely a murmur, barely a sound at all, just the shape of the words against your lips.
"Same time tomorrow," you confirm.
He smiles again.
You feel it more than see it, the way his lips curve against yours, the way the corners crinkle, the way his arms squeeze you just a little tighter.
Outside the window, the city hums with a life that has nothing to do with you, and the air conditioning keeps up its quiet, steady drone, and the laptop screen has gone dark, and the only light in the room is the faint, blue-white glow of the moon through the curtains, painting everything silver and soft and half-dreamed.
Jake's breathing evens out beneath you, slow and deep and steady, and you know he's falling asleep, because that's what Jake always does after, he crashes, his body giving out before his mind can catch up, and you let him, you hold him through it, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on the warm skin of his back under his shirt.
You'll move eventually. You'll clean up and change the sheets and complain about the hotel's thread count and steal all the pillows and fall asleep properly, like normal people, instead of tangled together in a pile of blankets and limbs and each other.
But not yet.
Not yet.
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Art by Irene Jung
From an old interview of Matty talking about his “1975″ tattoo, and where he plans to put the “The” (x)
oaks bottom
august 15th
2014
" Mucho Picante " - KTH
pairing — idol!taehyung x reader
genre — smut, post-concert sex, slight to no fluff, one shot
warning — 18+, mdni, rough sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), throat grabbing, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, cumshot, possessive tae, fictional content. don’t like don’t read.
wc — 2.3k
a/n — concert tae is actually dangerous. inspired by those baepsae clips because i am weak 🧎♀️🧎♀️
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The apartment is dark except for the glow of your laptop screen, propped open on the bed. You're sprawled across the sheets, naked, legs spread, one hand buried between your thighs while the other scrolls through the latest concert fancams. His concert. Taehyung's concert clips. The one you couldn't attend because of your own work schedule, but god, you've been watching every single clip, every shaky fan-captured moment, for the past three hours.
He's electric and a beast on stage. Sweat glistening on his chest, his voice hitting notes that make your stomach flip, his hips moving in ways that should be illegal. You've watched the same fancam of him performing baepsae ten times now, his hip thrusts doing something to you, his fancams where he runs his hands down his own thighs, points at himself " singing it's so tight " and smirks like he knows exactly what he's doing to you. Your fingers find your clit, slick and swollen, and you moan softly into the empty room. You're imagining him here, on top of you, still smelling like stage smoke and adrenaline. Your other hand slides two fingers inside your cunt, curling, searching for that spot that makes you see stars.
"Fuck, Tae," you whisper to the screen, where he's looking directly into the camera, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You don't hear the front door open. You don't hear his footsteps, careful and quiet, coming down the hall. You're too lost in the fantasy, in the wet sound of your own fingers fucking yourself imagining it as his thick cock, in the way your hips are starting to buck against your hand.
He planned to surprise you. Came straight home after the encore, still buzzing, still half-hard under his sweatpants from the rush of performing. He wanted to crawl into bed, wrap himself around you, and let you soothe the exhaustion and adrenaline out of his bones. But the sounds of someone's moans makes him stop and watch, and that someone is obviously you. His eyes adjust to the dim light. Your silhouette, back arched, head thrown back, thighs glistening. The laptop screen flickers with his own face, his own body, and the realization hits him like a shot of whiskey straight to the gut. You're fucking yourself to him, moaning his name.
He stands there for a long moment, jaw tight, pulse hammering. Something primal stirs in his chest, arousal, yes, but also a possessive hunger that makes his cock twitch in his sweats. He's been running on fumes for hours, pushing his body through choreography and vocals and flashing lights. You're so lost in it that you don't notice him until he speaks.
"Looks like I interrupted something."
Your eyes snap open. Your fingers freeze inside you. There he is, Taehyung, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair is damp, pushed back from his forehead. His chest is still sheened with the remnants of sweat. And his expression... fuck. It's dark. "Tae, i-" you start, pulling your hand away, but he's already moving. He crosses the room in three long strides, grabs the laptop, and shuts it without a word. It clatters to the bedside table. Then he's on the bed, crawling over you, caging you with his arms. His face hovers inches from yours, and his voice is low, rough, wrecked.
"You think watching a screen is enough?"
His hand wraps around your throat. His thumb traces your pulse point. " I'm right here"
He kisses you then, hard and hungry, all tongue and teeth. He tastes like the mint gum he chews after shows, and something deeper, something raw. His free hand yanks your thigh up, hooking it around his hip, and you feel him- hard, thick, straining against the fabric of his sweats.
"Been edging all night," he mutters against your mouth. "Sold-out crowd, screaming my name, and all I could think about was getting home to you. And I find you like this? Fucking yourself on the bed like a desperate little thing?
"Because I needed you," you breathe, and your voice comes out broken. "I couldn't stop watching you. The way you move, the way you-"
"Shut up."
He pulls back, sits up on his knees, and yanks his sweats down. His cock springs free, already leaking, flushed dark and thick. He wraps a hand around it, strokes once, twice, his eyes never leaving your face.
"On your stomach."
You don't hesitate. You flip over, pressing your face into the pillow, arching your ass up. You hear him spit, feel the wet warmth land on your cunt, and then his fingers are spreading you open, rubbing the slickness around.
"You're soaked," he growls. "This all for me?
"Yes, fuck, yes, all for you."
He doesn't enter you. Not yet. Instead, he lowers himself, and the first touch of his tongue against your clit makes you jolt. He licks slow, deliberate, tasting you, groaning against your flesh. His thumbs spread your labia, and he buries his face in your pussy like a man starving.
"Taste so fucking good," he mutters between laps. "Should've known you'd be soaked for me. You're always wet for me."
You're moaning into the pillow, hips grinding back against his mouth. He licks from your entrance up to your clit, circles it with the tip of his tongue, then sucks it between his lips. His fingers find your hole, push in two at once and curl.
"Tae, please"
"Please what?" He pulls back, kisses the inside of your thigh. "Tell me what you want."
"I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Hard."
He smacks your ass a sharp, stinging slap that makes you gasp. Then he's upright, lining himself up, and he pushes in without warning. The stretch is exquisite, burning, perfect. He's so deep you feel him in your throat.
"Yeah, take it," he hisses. "Take all of it. You wanted my attention? You got it."
You're a mess under him, drooling into the pillow, words tumbling out without filter. "Fuck, Tae, your cock is so big, fuck, right there don't stop.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He leans forward, pressing his chest against your back, his lips at your ear. "You have no idea how many times I imagined this tonight. Standing on that stage, singing songs, but all I could picture was bending you over the dressing room table and filling you up."
"Then fill me," you whimper. "Please, I need your cum inside me"
He bites your shoulder. Hard enough to leave marks. Then he pulls out, flips you over, and spreads your legs wide. He positions himself between them, lifts your ankles onto his shoulders, and drives back in with a groan that rattles his whole body.
"Look at me."
You force your eyes open. His face is flushed, hair sticking to his temples, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He's so beautiful it hurts.
"I love you," he says, and the tenderness of it clashes with the roughness of his thrusts. "Now fucking cum for me."
His hand finds your clit, rubs tight circles, and the dual sensation , his cock slamming into your g-spot, his fingers working your clit sends you spiraling. You scream his name, back arching, cunt clenching around him in waves. He watches you fall apart, fucks you through it, and then pulls out. He shuffles up, kneeling beside your head, and strokes himself twice before aiming at your face.
"Open."
You part your lips, stick out your tongue, and his cum hits you in hot ropes across your lips, your cheek, your tongue. Some drips down your chin. He paints you with it, groaning, shuddering, until he's empty. He collapses beside you, chest heaving, arm thrown over his eyes. For a long moment, the only sound is your ragged breathing. Then he turns, wipes a smear of cum off your cheek with his thumb, and brings it to your lips and you suck it clean.
"Told you I was gonna take my stress out on you."
He pulls you against his chest, kisses the top of your head, and mutters,
"Round two in ten minutes. I'm not done with you yet."
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I MEAN- 🧎♀️ ( Credits to the owner )
Saturn seen in visible light, infrared and ultraviolet
Credit: NASA/ESA and E. Karkoschka (University of Arizona)
OUT OF LUCK— SJY
Money, sex, and a lifetime of feeling like luck was never really on your side—until the universe decided to fuck with you in the most inconvenient way possible. What started as simple coexisting turned into something more when you paid a little too much attention to your quiet, awkward, painfully responsible roommate—who, on paper, is a complete fucking loser. But, hey, he’s not that bad!
In which Sim Jaeyun becomes the only genuinely good, unfairly lucky thing that’s ever happened to you… and just like everything else in your life, good things have a way of slipping right through your fingers. So now you have to figure it out, fix it, or risk losing the only thing that ever felt right before you run Out of Luck.
content tags and warnings: roommate au! romantic comedy, jake is an engineering student x volleyball varsity player reader, jake has braces! hopeless romantic reader (she almost get off), internal conflict, jake is such an awkward introverted baby (he likes lego and collects hotwheels), burning slowburn (slow pacing i swear), lots of awkward erm moments, jake is secretly a simp, reader is pathetic, angst!!!! ft. karina, other kpop idols and robots as side characters. more detailed tags on each part. explicit content (smut): masturbation (f&m), virginity loss, overstimulation, hand jobs, grinding, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI.
RELEASE DATE OF PART 2: FIRST WEEK OF MAY
1: AGAINST THE ODDS | WC: 35K
2: FORTUNE’S FAVOR | WC: TBA
NOTE: it’s been so long ever since i posted a story and i COMPLETELY FORGOT how tumblr works. huhu. how are you guys doing?
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴛ? — ꜱ.ᴊʏ
─── in which a mandatory company dinner becomes a lot more interesting when the guest of honor turns out to be jake sim, the nobody you went to high school with who somehow spent the last ten years becoming the hottest man you've ever seen.
jake sim x fem!reader ; wc: 7.1k. MDNI. oneshot. smut with plot. fingering. oral (m & f receiving). multiple orgasms. riding. creampie. overstimulation. begging. cum eating. hair pulling. dirty talk. pet names. soft dom/sub. unprotected sex (don't). jake yearns for reader.
inspired by "when did you get hot?" by sabrina carpenter.
my masterlist.
⋆˙⟡ a/n :: i just spent the last 4 hours in a flow state writing this, and i think i got a little carried away lol. this is probably my favorite thing i've ever written. please enjoy ;)
“You’ll never guess who’s going to be speaking at the company dinner tonight!”
You glanced up from your computer screen to your best friend and secretary, Eunkyung, who had just burst into your office. You were working on finishing a report that you needed to have done before you left work for the day, and you took a deep breath to remind yourself that it was not the end of the world to be interrupted.
“Who?” you asked, trying to make yourself sound intrigued. The large corporation you worked for had a few company-wide dinners a year, and they always hosted them in the most elaborate venues in Seoul. You knew from a memo that had been sent out that morning that tonight’s venue was a ballroom inside a five-star hotel. You always expected the worst part of each company dinner to be having to talk to people you couldn’t care less about, but somehow, the worst part was always the speaker they brought in.
“It’s someone we went to high school with.”
This piqued your interest, and you focused your full attention on Eunkyung. “What? Who?”
“Sim Jaeyun.”
You let out an amused scoff at that. “You mean Jake? I haven’t thought about him in ten years.”
“I know,” Eunkyung gushed, stepping forward and sitting in one of the two chairs in front of your desk. “I overheard some interns talking about it in the copy room, and they sounded very excited about it.
“Excited about Jake?” you laughed under your breath, raising your eyebrows before returning your eyes to your computer. “Wasn’t he a huge dork? And I don’t remember him being particularly cute, either.”
“I think he was on the soccer team,” Eunkyung said, placing a finger on her chin as she tried to remember as much about him as she could. “He was definitely smart, but that’s really all I remember. He was never one of the boys that caught my eye.”
“That’s surprising considering that every single boy caught your eye,” you mused, your eyes flicking to your friend’s face.
“Yah! They did not!” Eunkyung exclaimed, standing back up and glaring at you before making her way to the door. “Whatever, y/n. I’ll see you tonight. Wear your black dress–I’m sure Jake will love it.”
“Why the hell would I try to impress Jake Sim?”
“I don’t know, those interns sounded very excited about being able to see Jake tonight.”
“Yeah, well, they’re young. As long as a man has a pulse, they’ll fawn over him.”
Eunkyung cast you an amused look before stepping out of your office. “Whatever you say. Bye.”
You watched her go before returning your eyes to your report. Even if the thought of seeing Jake Sim after ten years intrigued you, you were sure that he was still the same dorky kid he had been in high school. You smirked before beginning to type once more.
–
When you stepped into the ballroom that evening, you paused in the archway to take it in. Vaulted ceilings gave way to tiered crystalline chandeliers, bathing the space in a warm, intimate glow. Spread throughout the room were circular tables, all black and decorated with ornate floral centerpieces that you knew must have cost a fortune. Against the back wall, a stage rose elegantly above the ground, and the space where Jake would speak was framed by even more florals. You wondered if these extravagant decorations would outshine the man who was supposed to be the center of the evening.
“Y/n? Are you coming or not?” Eunkyung whispered in your ear. You turned your head to the right, laying eyes on her. She was dressed in a fabulous gown of deep emerald green, and you gave her a small smile before nodding.
“Sorry, just got distracted,” you told her, allowing her to grasp your wrist in her gloved hand. She tugged you toward the seating chart, and you were pleased to find that you had been placed at the same table as your best friend. However, as you scanned the long list of names, a frown found its way onto your face as you realized who else would be sitting at your table.
Just below Eunkyung’s name, in large gold letters, read: Sim Jaeyun, guest of honor.
It appeared that Eunkyung had noticed the same thing, because she looked at you with wide eyes. “Do you think they did that on purpose?”
“How would they know that we all went to high school together? I doubt we’re paying our event planner enough to discover those sorts of connections.”
“I guess you’re right,” she said, and you both made your way to your table. You weaved through a variety of people, both familiar and unfamiliar, and you gave them all your famous smile and a small bow as you passed. Part of the reason you had been so quickly promoted was due to your ruthless work ethic, but you also knew exactly how to charm whoever necessary to get exactly what you wanted.
Once you and Eunkyung had sat at your table, she glanced around and then smiled. “Do you think he’s here yet?” she whispered.
You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the champagne that had just been poured for you by one of the many servers. “Why should I care? I have more important things in my life to think about than Jake Sim.”
“You don’t think it’s exciting?” she asked, continuing to look around at the people milling about the ballroom. “Finally seeing someone you haven’t thought about in ten years at a company dinner? And the difference now is that you’re a sexy, grown-ass woman who was recently made an executive at her company?”
You narrowed your eyes. “Eunkyung, what are you getting at?”
“I don’t know,” she giggled, giving you a slight nudge. “You always talk about how you need to get back out there, and this feels like the perfect opportunity.”
“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. However, a small hint of a smile found its way onto your face. “Even if I did want to meet someone, why the hell would I want it to be some guy that I went to high school with?”
Just as you finished speaking, you noticed that Eunkyung’s gaze was now focused on something just behind you, and her eyes widened. Before you even had the chance to speak, you heard a smooth voice come from behind you. One that had just a hint of an Australian accent that you could’ve sworn sounded familiar.
“Is this seat taken?”
You turned toward the voice, lifting your gaze. Once you laid eyes on him, your breath caught in your throat.
The man staring at you now was perhaps the most handsome person you had ever seen. Plump lips, black hair styled just enough to look effortless, a chiseled jawline, a black suit perfectly tailored to highlight the broad shoulders and muscular frame of his body… and the thing that enticed you the most: his confidence in the way he held himself.
You couldn’t look away.
“No,” you said breathlessly. “It’s all yours.”
He gave you a pert smile before raising a hand to pull out the chair, and your lips parted slightly at the defined veins you found there. As you watched him sit down, his movements more graceful than you knew possible, you noticed that there was something slightly familiar about him. You frowned as you watched him, and you shook your head slightly. There was no way you would forget someone like him.
Who the hell was this man, and how had you never met him before? You wished you had spent more time looking at the names of those you would be sitting with instead of worrying about Jake Sim.
“Is this glass mine?” he asked as he gestured toward a champagne flute, and you realized with embarrassment that you had been staring at him. You cursed internally, begging yourself to pull it together. Nobody made you react like this. Ever.
“Yes,” you told him, your voice cool. “I believe they poured it just before you came over here.”
“I see.” He grasped the delicate glass in his slender fingers, and you forced yourself to look away, lest you look like a fool again. “I don’t usually care for champagne, but when in Rome.”
“I don’t either,” you responded, your own perfectly manicured fingers still wrapped loosely around the stem of your own glass. “But I feel like I’ll get judged if I don’t drink it. You never know who's watching.”
He eyed you curiously as he lifted the flute to his lips and took a sip. You watched the column of his neck as he swallowed, and your gaze lingered on him for a moment too long. Once he set the glass back down, he tilted his head slightly and looked you up and down. “Have we met before?”
“Not that I know of,” you responded with a shrug. You hoped that you still appeared detached—uninterested. “But it’s a pleasure to finally meet you—ah, I never asked your name.”
He looked as if he were about to speak, but at that moment, an older man approached him and murmured something in his ear. He nodded and stood before looking down at you. “I apologize, I’ll have to get your name later. There’s something I need to do first.”
You nodded, and you watched him adjust the cuffs of his suit before he disappeared into the crowd. Once he was gone, you glanced at Eunkyung, who looked as if she were about to burst with excitement. You gently kicked her under the table, shaking your head almost imperceptibly.
“He is totally into you!” she hissed, clapping her hands together quietly. “The way he looked at you… Jesus Christ, if someone looked at me that way, I’d be pulling them into the closet.”
“Eunkyung, this is why I can’t take you anywhere,” you said, but you knew you were smiling. She grasped your shoulder in her cool hand and shook you slightly, and you let out a small huff of a laugh.
“When he gets back over here, I expect you to lay your claim on him immediately,” she said, glancing at the people who were beginning to take a seat at your table. “You and I both saw how fucking hot he is. You don’t want anyone else getting to him before you.”
“I know, I know.”
You noticed that the talking that had filled the room just a moment ago had quieted into a soft murmur, and you craned your neck to see if Jake had made his way to the stage yet.
“Do you see him?” Eunkyung whispered to you as the lights in the ballroom dimmed.
You could tell that a figure was now standing on-stage, but the spotlight had not yet turned on. A few curious voices filled the air, wondering why the speaker had been left shrouded in darkness—and mystery.
Then, the spotlight slowly turned on, illuminating the man who now stood on the stage.
“Good evening, everyone,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile at the crowd. “My name is Sim Jaeyun, and I am honored to be here with you all.”
Sim Jaeyun. Your eyes widened as the realization hit you.
“When I was invited by the Young Group to speak here tonight, I was flattered. To be featured as the guest of honor at an event hosted by a prestigious company such as the Young Group is a wonderful gift. If I'm being honest, I spent too many hours figuring out exactly what I wanted to say to a group of lovely people such as all of you.”
Scattered laughter sounded throughout the room, but you didn’t even notice–you were still frozen.
“As I rewrote this speech more times than I care to admit, I realized that, ten years ago, I did not think that someone like me would ever be the one to speak at an event like this. I was never the person that anyone expected to be here. I was never the loudest in the room growing up, and I actually struggled to feel as if I belonged in any room at all. However, I learned quickly in my career that you don’t need to be the loudest in any room–you just need to be the most consistent.
“And that is what I would like to speak about tonight: consistency. As I’m sure you’re all aware, our life in business is never linear. There will always be setbacks, unexpected challenges, and hurdles that you must be able to combat. Now, you may ask, how do we respond to these complications?”
Jake smiled, and you could have sworn that his eyes landed on yours for just a moment. “With a company as successful as the Young Group, I’m sure you have all figured out the answer to this question, but I would like to share my thoughts with you regardless. If you were to ask me, I would say that the key to success is being consistent and tenacious in the way that you face each challenge. In my six years in the industry since I graduated top of my class from Seoul National University, it has been my consistency and discipline that has gotten me into rooms such as this one.”
He paused for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips, and you could almost feel the draw of the audience as they waited for his next words.
“In business, failure is inevitable. If you’re not failing, you’re frankly not trying hard enough. Everything we do is a calculated risk, and there will always be errors. What truly matters at the end of the day is what you do with those errors. Will you allow them to define you? Will you allow them to make you give up? Or will you use them as a stepping stone to eventual success?
“Now, I won’t speak for much longer, as I’m certain I just heard someone’s stomach growl–” more laughter echoed through the room. “But I want to challenge you to reflect on something tonight: what do you do when you face setbacks? Do you give up, or do you allow it to hone you into the best version of yourself you can be? Thank you, and enjoy your evening.”
Thunderous applause immediately broke out throughout the ballroom as he exited the stage, but it was as if you couldn’t hear it. Your eyes were still glued to the spot where Jake had just been standing, and you couldn’t formulate a single thought. Your mind flashed back to the Jake Sim you had last seen ten years ago, and you couldn't fathom that he had turned into the man who had just spoken on stage. Evidently, a lot could change in ten years.
“Your speech was incredibly well done,” you heard a voice say. You shook your head slightly in an attempt to return to reality, and you noticed that Jake had effortlessly slid into the seat beside you once again. As those at the table around you congratulated him on a job well done, servers began to place steaming entrees on each table. There was so much going on around you that you couldn’t focus—a rare loss in composure that you weren’t used to. You noticed that Eunkyung had excused herself to use the restroom, which forced you to focus on something besides the swirling thoughts inside your head.
After a moment, Jake turned to you and gave you a small smile. “Well, you now know my name. Do I get the pleasure of knowing yours in return?”
You took a breath and collected yourself before sitting up straight and raising the corner of your mouth. “My name is Kim Y/n.”
You watched as he tried to place the familiar name, and once he did, his lips parted into a warm smile. “Y/n? We went to high school together, didn’t we?”
“I believe we did,” you responded, tracing your finger along the rim of your champagne glass. “If I’m being honest, I didn’t recognize you until you were up on stage.”
Jake’s gaze tracked the movement of your finger, and you saw a slight twitch in his neck. “I didn’t recognize you, either. I suppose we’ve both changed a lot, haven’t we?”
“I guess we have.”
You simply stared at each other for a moment, neither speaking, before Jake glanced away and grabbed his fork. “So, y/n, how have you been? What do you do for Young Group?”
“I was actually just promoted to be the Director of Corporate Strategy last month," you said, taking your own fork in your hand. “It’s been an interesting shift, but I truly love what I do. Where are you working now?”
“I recently became the Managing Director of Lee Group’s Asia-Pacific operations.” He carefully pierced a piece of tender steak with his fork before lifting it to his mouth. “I spend a lot of time abroad due to my position, but I love being able to travel across the region freely. It’s been a great way to combine work as well as pleasure.”
As the word pleasure left his lips, you felt a warmth spread through your chest. You watched as he ate the piece of steak, his jaw flexing each time he chewed, and you found that you couldn’t look away.
“I’ve always wanted to travel for work,” you said, looking down at the salad in front of you. “I’ve been given the opportunity to visit the States a couple times, but that’s it. I think it would be enthralling to be able to travel as much as you do.”
“It definitely broadens your horizons, which is especially helpful after a sheltered childhood,” he said. “Growing up both here and Australia was fun, but there’s so much more to the world. I pity anyone who hasn’t gotten to experience it.”
“Do you pity me, then?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. “Compared to you, I’ve seen so little.”
“I don’t know, y/n—would you like to be pitied?” he asked, his words tantalizing to you in a way that was unfamiliar. “Because you don’t strike me as the type of woman who does.”
“If being pitied gets me what I want, then I don’t mind at all.”
“And you strike me as someone who always gets what she wants.”
At that moment, Eunkyung returned from the restroom—interrupting the increasing tension of your conversation with Jake.
“Jaeyun, I don’t know if you remember me, but I also went to high school with you,” she said, smiling warmly at him. “My name is Park Eunkyung.”
“Eunkyung? No way!” he laughed, his perfect teeth showing yet again. “We had biology and chemistry together, didn’t we?”
“I think so,” she responded. “Have you two been catching up while I was gone?”
Jake eyed you, and your heart throbbed at the way his gaze lingered on you. “Something like that.”
As the three of you finished your dinner, you all continued reminiscing on your awkward high school years. Everything Jake said seemed effortless, dripping in charisma and humor that drew you to him more with every word he spoke. After dinner concluded, the plates were cleared away, more champagne was poured, and the mingling that you usually avoided began.
“Would you like to make the rounds with me?” Jake asked you, standing and offering you a hand. “I have a list of people I need to greet, but I honestly hate getting stuck in conversations without someone to help me escape if I need to.”
You let out a laugh at this and glanced at Eunkyung, who had a huge smile plastered on her face. You nodded, grabbing Jake's hand and allowing him to pull you to your feet. As you stood, you were wobbly on your stilettos due to the alcohol coursing through your veins, but Jake quickly steadied you by placing a hand on your lower back. His touch was more intoxicating than any drink you had ever consumed, and you tried to pretend that the small gesture did affect you as much as it did.
As Jake made his way through the ballroom with you by his side, you realized more and more just how respected he was within your company. He was congratulated on his new promotion as well as declared the target of much admiration, and as you watched him converse with ease, you couldn’t help but admire him, too. This was not the Jake Sim you remembered, but you were extremely grateful that you had been given the chance to see him again after all this time. He was magnetic, and you were drawn to him more than you cared to admit.
As the evening inevitably marched towards its conclusion, Jake stopped by the back wall and gazed at the sea of people in front of you. “Well, I think that was everyone.”
“That was… impressive,” you said as you watched people slowly say their goodbyes before filtering out of the ballroom. “I usually leave right after dinner, but you managed to talk to every single person in this room.”
Jake gave you a small smile. “You know, I only did that because I was the guest of honor. They’d never invite me back if I spoke and left.”
“Good point.” You shrugged, glancing up at Jake’s face. Despite the intense nature of the evening, he still looked as effortlessly handsome as he had the first moment you had laid eyes on him hours ago. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
He eyed you curiously. “What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t know,” you started, searching for the right words. “You’re just so… different now. So accomplished. It’s impressive, I guess.”
“Are you one of the people I mentioned in my speech who doubted me ten years ago?”
You reddened, looking away. “Of course not! We were just so different back then, I guess I never imagined… this.”
“Y/n, I’m kidding,” he said. He grabbed your chin lightly and tilted it upward so that you were looking at him again. “Even if you had been, I don’t care. You heard what I said up there–I never needed anyone to tell me they believed in me or thought I could do whatever I wanted. I’ve always believed in myself, and that’s always been enough.”
Your head swam at the intensity in Jake’s eyes, the way his glasses had slipped down the bridge of his nose and how he had rolled the sleeves of his suit up at some point during the night. Nothing turned you on more than a man who was confident and self-assured. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that you hadn’t been with anyone in awhile, but your body lit up with Jake staring at you the way he was. Like you were something to be devoured.
“Y/n,” Jake breathed. “I’m glad I ran into you tonight.”
“Me too.” A pause, and you wondered if you would regret the boldness of your words. “Until tonight, I never realized how badly I wanted you.”
You could tell from the way that he looked at you that his entire body was taught with desire, and he took a deep breath before taking your wrist in his hand and pulling you into the empty corridor just beyond the ballroom. You glanced behind you, checking that nobody had seen you disappear, before Jake dragged you into an empty, dimly lit supply closet.
“Jake?” you whispered as he locked the door behind you. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I can’t wait any longer, y/n,” he exhaled, backing you against the door and leaning down to connect your lips. His kiss was hungry–hungrier than you knew to be possible, and his hand immediately found its way to your chest. The black satin gown you were wearing was low-cut yet elegant, with a deep v that went down to your ribcage. When his fingers found your hardened nipples, he let out a low groan before biting your lip.
You let out a soft cry, wrapping your arms around Jake’s neck. You parted your lips to allow him to explore your mouth with his tongue, and he took no time at all to accept the invitation. Your tongues clashed in a passionate dance, the sweet taste of the champagne finding its way onto your tongue. He kissed you with reckless abandon, and every cell in your body screamed your desire.
As you and Jake continued to kiss feverishly, you slowly rocked your hips into his. You were encouraged by the hardness you found there, and you gripped his lower back in an attempt to draw him even closer to you despite the layers of clothing between your bodies.
“Oh, baby,” Jake groaned against your mouth. His hips moved against yours roughly, both of you breathing heavily as you rubbed your most sensitive parts against each other. “Feels so fuckin’ good when you grind against me like that.”
Jake’s hand found its way beneath the top of your dress, and he grasped your right breast in his warm hand. You quickened the rolling of your hips, throwing your head back so that it hit the door behind you. “J-jesus!” you forced out. “Jake, p-please, I need you so bad.”
The intensity of Jake’s moves only increased for just a moment before he suddenly paused. You were both panting heavily, your body still pressed flush to his. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” you breathed, running your hand through Jake’s hair as you gazed up at him. He already looked so wrecked for you.
“I can’t fuck you for the first time in a supply closet,” he said, swallowing. “I want to do this right.”
“Where do you want to go instead?”
“We’re in a hotel, y/n,” he said before kissing you briefly. “Let’s just get a room for the night.”
“What if someone notices?” you asked, worry etching its way across your face.
“Who cares?” he whispered, his eyes earnest. “I need you so fucking bad, baby. Please.”
You thought for a moment, weighing your options. Your body sang with desire for Jake, and you didn’t think you would ever forgive yourself if you didn’t spend the night with him, and from the way he looked at you, you knew he was desperate for you to say yes. You sighed before pushing him away lightly, running your fingers through your tousled hair. “Fine. But I’m waiting by the elevators while you get the room.”
Jake grinned at you. “Deal.”
You both made sure the other looked presentable before stepping out of the supply closet. Mercifully, the corridor was empty, and you allowed Jake to lead you toward the lobby. Once you reached the gorgeous room, you stepped away from Jake and made your way to the elevators while he worked on reserving a room. You leaned against the cool marble of the wall, hoping you weren’t still flushed from your escapade in the supply closet. You gave a small, cool smile to everyone who passed by.
As Jake walked over to you, room key in hand, you pretended to not know him. You smoothed your features into unimpressed boredom, and as you and Jake stepped into the elevator, you made your way to the opposite side as him. A few people were still mingling in the lobby, and the last thing you needed was for your carefully constructed demeanor to be jeopardized by your late-night rendezvous with Jake Sim.
Once the doors had closed and the elevator began to ascend, your eyes flicked to Jake. Before you even knew what was happening, he had closed the gap between you, his lips on yours again. Your eyes fluttered closed as he palmed your ass through your dress, letting out a soft moan against his mouth. As the elevator shot up to the top floor, you and Jake entwined yourselves again, and it was almost torturous having to separate again as you reached your floor.
Once the doors opened, you took a deep breath and stepped into the beautifully decorated corridor. Jake gestured for you to follow him, and you looked around briefly before following him. Luckily, the floors were covered in a surprisingly plush carpet, which muffled the sound of your heels as you followed him to your room. Jake unlocked the door quickly and pushed it open so that you could enter.
When you stepped into the room, you realized that Jake hadn’t just gotten you any room. He had booked the notorious Presidential Suite, with a kitchen, sitting room, conference table, and massive bedroom. It seemed as if every wall of the suite was covered in windows that allowed you to see the extensive skyline of Seoul as it stretched out before you.
“Jake, this is crazy,” you said, turning around so that you could see him. “You really want me that bad?”
Your eyes landed on Jake to find that he had already removed his shoes, and he was in the middle of loosening his tie before stripping off his suit jacket.
“You have no fucking idea,” he growled, stalking towards you with a look in his eyes that made you even more wet than you already were. His lips captured yours again, but his kiss was different now. Instead of being in a supply closet, Jake had you alone in the nicest hotel suite in Seoul, and he was going to make use of every square inch of space to show you just how badly he needed you.
Jake’s mouth only lingered on your lips for a moment before he made his way down to your neck, and you gasped sharply as he immediately began to suck on the soft flesh there. You grasped his muscular bicep, arching you back from the hunger with which he ravished you. It was only another second before Jake’s hand found its way into the slit of your dress, and his fingers grazed the wetness between your thighs.
“So wet for me,” Jake’s ragged voice came, his fingers slowly beginning to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves at your apex. “Fuckin’ love how wet you are for me, baby.”
You whimpered at the variety of different sensations, from Jake biting and sucking on your neck to his fingers working between your legs. It had been so long since you had been with someone in this way, allowing someone to see you at your most vulnerable. You spent all your time focused on your career, as you had set your sights on your current position years before it even became available. You were cunning, ambitious, and you had completely neglected this side of you–the side that loved to spend a night having your body worshipped by someone else. You had never expected the first person you slept with in a year to be Jake Sim, but you had always loved surprises.
Jake’s fingers continued to stroke against your clit before he slowly pushed two of his fingers inside you. You let out a cry at the feeling of him inside you, his digits curling and rubbing just right against the spot that had you seeing stars. His fingers worked within you for a moment, your breath repeatedly catching in your throat, before he pushed you onto the couch with his fingers still inside you. As your back hit the plush leather, Jake leaned forward and continued to mark your chest and neck as he fucked you with his fingers.
You had half a mind to feel embarrassed for how quickly you felt your orgasm rising in you, but you realized you didn’t care. Jake was doing everything he could to pleasure you, and he somehow knew all the spots that would send you over the edge faster than you could blink. You began to writhe underneath him as your orgasm threatened to crash over you.
“Baby, I’m g-gonna cum,” you whined, your body convulsing from the pleasure of everything Jake was doing to you.
“I need you to cum for me, angel,” Jake said against the fresh love bite that he had just left on your breast.
That was all it took. You found your peak against Jake’s fingers, and the shockwaves that rocked through your body had your vision going black at the edges. However, as you rode out your climax, Jake did not stop pumping his fingers inside you. He continued on with the same ferocity.
“Jake,” you gasped. “It’s too much. Baby, it’s too much.”
However, Jake kept going. You had never experienced anything like this before, and you cried out from the overstimulation of Jake’s relentlessness.
“B-baby, holy fuck!” Your legs spread even wider, your hips lifting into the air as wet noises filtered into your ears. “I can’t–Jaeyun, baby, p-please! I can’t take it!”
Before you knew it, another orgasm wracked your body. You screamed as it tore through you, and you roughly pushed Jake off of you as you continued to tremble.
“Jesus Christ,” you panted, sitting up and raising your eyes to Jake’s.
“Jaeyun?” Jake smirked. “Nobody ever calls me that unless I’m in a meeting.”
You stood, grabbing Jake’s tie and tightening it against his neck. “That’s what you get for overstimulating me, you asshole.”
“Don’t lie–you loved it. You could’ve stopped me.”
You snarled at how proud he seemed of himself, but you knew he was right. Even if it had been a lot, you loved every fucking second of it. Nobody had ever dared to take control of you in the bedroom like that, and it turned you on more than you cared to admit. “Fuck you, Sim Jaeyun.”
“That’s the goal, isn’t it?” he smiled. You narrowed your eyes at him before stripping his tie off and quickly unbuttoning his dress shirt. He raised his eyebrows, impressed. “Is this something you do often? You seem to have a lot of practice.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you growled, pushing him into the bathroom. You flicked the light on carelessly before shoving him against the wall so that he was looking into the mirror, taking in the curve of your back and hips in the reflection.
“What are you gonna do now, princess?” Jake hummed.
“Are you always such a cocky asshole during sex?” you asked, tearing his belt away. “Because at the dinner, you were quite the charmer.”
“I already did the hard part of charming you, so now I get to enjoy how pissed off you get when I tease you.”
You glared at Jake as you lowered yourself to the floor, your face directly in front of his bulge. You tugged his pants down before gazing up at him through your lashes and using your teeth to remove his underwear. He swore viciously, his length springing free. His cock was already flushed and glistening, and you slowly dragged your tongue along it as you continued to stare at him.
“This is what you get for being an asshole,” you said before taking his twitching cock into your mouth. You hummed in satisfaction at the noises that left his lips, as they were so different from his growled commands. With your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking every inch of him, a string of high-pitched whimpers filled the air.
You traced your fingers up and down Jake’s bare chest, your mouth sloppily moving around him. You used your other hand to grasp the part of his cock that your mouth couldn’t reach, and you pumped slowly up and down as you continued to fuck him with your mouth. His moans were music to your ears, and they only encouraged you to continue.
As your movements grew sloppier, Jake gathered your hair into his fist and bucked his hips into your mouth. You gagged slightly at how far his cock went into your throat.
“You look s’ fucking good takin my cock like that, angel,” Jake whimpered, hand still tightly grasping your long hair. The sensation of him pulling your hair made your pussy throb, and you knew that you couldn’t wait much longer to have Jake inside you. You removed your lips from his cock with a pop before standing up. Jake immediately grabbed your hips and turned you around, pressing you to the sink and grinding his wet cock into your still-clothed ass as he pressed a hot kiss to your mouth.
“This dress needs to go,” he murmured against your lips, using one hand to undo the zipper. It dropped to the floor in one fluid movement, resting in a beautiful pool of black satin surrounding your feet. The second you felt the cool air hit your skin, Jake’s hand smacked your ass. He grasped your left tit with his other hand, and he brought his mouth to your ear. “How badly do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“So bad,” you mumbled, your words barely audible between your moans. However, it seemed that this did not satisfy Jake, as he turned you around and grasped your jaw lightly.
“What’d you say, princess? I couldn't hear you.”
“I want you to fuck me so bad, Jaeyun,” you ground out.
He smirked, and you could tell that he adored it when you called him by his Korean name. You could also tell that he was satisfied with your answer, as he picked you up and tossed you on his shoulder before carrying you out of the bathroom. He smacked your ass a few more times before plopping you down atop the conference table, pressing a hungry kiss to your lips.
“Gonna fuck you on this conference table, baby.”
“Ah–f-fuck!” you cried as he thrust into you in one swift motion. He buried himself deep within you, not moving for just a moment before he began to roll his hips into yours. Every time the tip of his cock rubbed against your gummy walls, you let out a broken noise. His cock was bigger than his height suggested, and you regretted the last ten years you had spent not fucking Jake Sim every chance you got. You were already addicted to the feeling of him inside you, and you had no idea how you had survived for so long without him.
Jake’s pace was rapid, relentless, and you didn’t even realize that you were scratching up his back with your freshly manicured nails. The only thing you knew was the feeling of his body pressed against yours and the sensation of his cock snapping into you repeatedly. He was even more turned on by you scratching him, which only led to him quickening his pace.
“Pussy s’ fuckin’ good,” he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. “I fuckin’ love this pussy so fuckin’ much, angel. You’re never gonna sleep again–I’m g-gonna fuck you forever.”
Stars swam across your vision as Jake repeatedly hit your cervix, and the sensation accompanied by the way his hand still played with your nipples made you nauseous. You pressed your eyes closed, whimpering.
“Mmmph, fuck.” Jake’s voice was a rumble that came from deep within his chest, and you knew he was getting close. From the way his movements became more vigorous, goosebumps erupting across his chest, it was only a matter of time until he went over the edge.
“Cum inside me, Jaeyun,” you gasped out, your body rocking as Jake continued to thrust into you. “I-I’m on the pill, so p-please fill me with your cum baby. I need it s-so fuckin’ bad. I need all your cum.”
Jake placed both hands on your shoulders, holding you steady as he thrust into you harder than you knew to be humanly possible. Clipped cries left your lips, and it only took a moment before Jake began moaning your name.
“Y/n, fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered, and he let out a loud moan as his hips stilled, pumping you full of his cum. His body pulsed with each ejaculation, and you couldn’t help but gasp as he came deep within you.
“That was... crazy,” you breathed, gazing at Jake through half-lidded eyes. He nodded, still trying to regain his breath. After a moment, his eyes found yours.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
You didn’t even have time to ask what he was doing before Jake had you pressed against the window behind the conference table, your leg hooked over his shoulder as he licked your pussy. The area between your thighs was an absolute mess, covered in remnants of saliva, your arousal, and his cum, but Jake didn’t care. He sucked at your folds like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
You rocked your hips against Jake’s tongue as it flicked against your clit, and you lifted a hand above your head before pressing it to the window. Your other hand found its way into Jake’s soft hair, and he gazed up at your fucked-out face as he worked his tongue against and inside you. If Jake’s goal had been to give you a night you would never forget, he had exceeded all of your expectations. Over the past ten years, nobody had made love to you like Jake, and you never wanted another person in your bed but him.
As you reached your third climax of the evening, Jake kept his mouth clamped to your pussy to ensure that he didn’t miss any liquid coming out of you. He lapped up every drop before swallowing it hungrily, and he made sure your orgasm was fully over before standing and kissing you.
“Holy shit, Jaeyun,” you said, your body feeling completely limp. “That was fucking insane.”
“I’ll be ready to go again in fifteen minutes,” Jake murmured, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
Your eyes flew open, and you huffed a laugh. “Seriously?”
“I would never joke about anything as serious as this.”
You stared at him in disbelief for a moment before you realized he was entirely serious. “Where do you get your stamina from?”
“It comes from remembering that I lost out on ten years of fucking you, and now I need to make up for lost time.”
You laughed, truly laughed, and pressed your forehead to Jake’s. You weren’t sure if you and Jake were ever going to make up for the ten years together that you had missed, but you were certainly going to try.
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Black Sesame Milk
World Heritage Post
Saddle Up! || SJY, 18+
Synopsis:Your best friend was back in town after almost 10 years. And fuck did he get hotter than hell.
Pairing: rancher!Jake x baker!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), virginity loss (f), cum eating, corruption kink, fingering, semi public sex (in a car), ab riding, oral (m and f receiving), head pusher jake my beloved, use of blindfold, use of sex toy (vibrator ring), chocolate sauce (dont ask), dom!jake, sub!reader, breast play, me and my romantic endeavours, best friends to lovers, not proofread
A/N: final installment!!! no because i died whilst reading this fic SIM JAEYUN MY HUSBAND GIVE HIM TO ME JEBAL JEBAL. As always, a big kiss to my baby @wichujunseo I hope she enjoys the ab stuff I wrote specifically for her. I had a shit ton of fun doing this and I hope you guys enjoyed it as well! 💝💝mmwah mmwah now go get eaten out by jake
Word Count: 12.7k (yes its longer than jayhoon's and WHAT)
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The world says love is a sweet thing—cream, honey, sugar, stuff like that.
Never in your life had you heard such absolute bullshit.
And you’d know! You were a baker after all. A baker with no such sweet things in her life other than the pastries she’d line up on her counters everyday, sugar spun into soft peaks and piped into rosettes.
Tying your hair back, you washed your hands, stepping into the kitchen attached to your bakery. The scent of yeast and flour clung to the walls as you struck a match and lit the ovens. Somewhere far off, a lone coyote called against the horizon and you shook your head.
“Those damned things.” You swore under your breath, flour dusting your cheeks and apron. Outside, the sky bled from indigo to bruised violet to pale gold, sunlight crawling over the dunes.
They said it was strange for a woman to own a shop, stranger still for her to run it alone. But you had inherited the place after your father’s debts swallowed everything else, and you had kept it alive with stubbornness and blistered hands. People could whisper all they liked, but hey, they still lined up for your bread and tarts.
You stepped out front as dawn finally broke, unlocking the door and flipping the wooden sign to OPEN. You set about arranging the small wooden tables and chairs, adjusted the lace curtains and laid out the morning’s pastries in neat rows behind the glass.
Tarts glazed in apricot, cinnamon rolls coiled like sleeping cats, honey cakes brushed with syrup that caught the light. You stared at them for a moment, hands resting on the counter.
The world said love was like this, soft, golden and sweet.
Absolute bullshit.
When you were small, you believed it, watching your parents move around each other in the narrow kitchen of your childhood home, your father’s hand on your mother’s waist and her sweet laughter. The way they would lean close, speaking in murmurs you weren’t meant to hear. It seemed like magic.
You remembered thinking that love must be something glowing, something sacred. Something that made people look at each other the way they did.
But you were older now. Old enough to remember the way your father’s eyes began to wander to other distractions, the way your mother’s laugh grew brittle.
Old enough to understand love wasn't magic. Call it heat, call it touch, call it bodies drawn together by something temporary. Call it lust.
Love, you decided, was simply lust dressed up in prettier words. You had never even been kissed, but you had heard enough whispered confessions from women who came into your shop and lingered over tea.
A gust of wind rattled the door, snapping you back to the present. You exhaled slowly and straightened a tray of sugared biscuits, the idea of ‘I am not lonely’ running through your mind, as you shook your head over your low supply of sweet rum
The bell above the door jingled, and you looked up, arranging your face into polite warmth, to greet the customer. More customers trickled in as the sun climbed higher, cowboy hands with dust clinging to their boots, a pair of young boys sent by their mother for rolls, the postman, who always bought two apple tarts and claimed they were for someone else. You calmly wrapped up packages, counted change with the air of a mathematician and offered your smile, your movements extremely precise, as good after good kept getting sold. All was calm as it ought to be, you thought.
“—told you he’d have that stallion down by noon,” A loud voice pierced through the air, as the bell rang again and a cluster of familiar ranchers entered together.
“Don’t know how he does it.” Another replied, as you kept your head down and sliced their usual order of bread, “Gonna put us all out of business, I’m sure.”
“Ten years gone and he comes back like that.” The first voice continued. Your knife slipped slightly, only slightly. You adjusted your grip and kept cutting, sliding the bread into paper and folding the corners more aggressively than usual.
“He stopped by the smithy yesterday,” One of them said. “Needed new horseshoes, spoke real respectful. Not like some.”
“He always was decent,” another one with silver hair said. “even back then.” A low whistle followed and your heart tightened.
“That’ll be six cents, sir.” You lifted your gaze just long enough to offer a polite expression as you handed over the package, taking the coins the man handed over.
You watched them move out of the building as swiftly as they had entered, waiting for them to fully cross the street before slumping against the wall with a heavy sigh. It was finally the late afternoon, which meant rush hour was over and you’d be free for a few hours before closing up.
Ten years gone and he comes back like that.
Your heart tightened again. You didn’t need clarification, there was only one “new rancher” in town. Only one who had left a decade ago and returned broader, steadier and harder around the edges.
It had been three weeks since he’d returned. Ten years gone, and now three weeks back in town—and he still hadn’t stepped foot in your shop.
Sim Jaeyun.
Why did the Gods ever give you Sim Jaeyun?
You tried not to think of his name too often. It felt dangerous somehow, like pressing on a fresh bruise. You thought back to last week, when you’d heard some older women talking about him, joking about how he wasn't married yet, but he’d probably have women lining up for him at his door soon. You had ignored them—old wives talk—but something churned in your stomach.
Women lining up.
Of course they would. You imagined them—fixing their hair, adjusting their skirts, inventing reasons to wander near the edge of town at his ranch. You imagined him tipping his hat politely, offering that small, slow smile of his.
Did he smile differently now? The boy you remembered used to grin wide, boyish and careless. The man you had glimpsed outside the smithy had smiled like he’d seen things. You sighed as you reached for the sweet vanilla extract.
Jaeyun has always been sweet. Too sweet, all elbows and laughter and earnest promises. He used to bring you wildflowers—dry, stubborn little things that somehow survived in the desert. You would stick them in jars on the counter and pretend they were exotic blooms from some distant land.
He had come back taller now, broader to be precise, sun-browned and all sharp edges. You had seen him from a distance on his first day—riding in at the edge of town, hat low over his eyes.
To be short and straight, he had come back looking like a damn five course meal.
His shoulders filled out his shirt in a way that made it pull across his back when he moved. And those gorgeous hands, veins like a network of rivers, visible and pulsing when he adjusted the brim of his hat. Jaeyun had always been handsome even when he was a boy. But god damn was he a hot piece of…something now.
You told yourself you were too busy to seek him out and that he was busy too, setting up the new ranch he’d bought on the edge of town.It was reasonable that he hadn’t come by yet, but something deep in you was kicking up a storm about it.
You couldn't help but remember your childhood, scraped knees, shared canteens, him carrying sacks of flour twice his size just to prove he could help you, sitting on overturned crates in the back stables of his father’s ranch, listening to you talk about anything and everything. You remembered the joy back then.
Back then.
Your hands stilled for half a second before you reached for the icing sugar.
You had been children, and you had loved him in the way children do—carelessly, completely, foolishly, as if the world were small and safe and permanent. Then his father had sold their land, and Jaeyun had left with the promise that he would come back one day.
“I’ll build you a proper place when I come back.” He said before he left, 15 year old hands wiping away your tears. “With windows that look out over fields.” You had laughed at him. Fields in the desert. What a romantic idea. But he had said it like a promise and you believed him.
Somewhere along the lines of 19, you lost your hope. Your parents weren't getting any better and after your brother left, the house felt carnivorous and brittle, and you found yourself standing in a kitchen staring at hands that were capable of more than sitting still, looking pretty and listening to arguments.
The bakery had always been there, a modest place on the corner, owned by an old widow whose children had long since moved north. When she finally agreed to take you on as an apprentice, you knew that it was your chance to escape.
And it wasn't like you were completely useless either. The old woman admitted that you were quite the Picasso when it came to baking and when she passed, there was no question of ownership; your ties with your parents were already cut and dissolved and you needed a source of income, even if it meant sleeping in the bakery for a few months before you could save up enough to buy a house of your own.
The work was comforting too, in the manner that it was predictable—something that at that point you desperately needed in life. And of course the praise you got for your baking gave you the ego boost. So much so that even the travelers passing through made detours after someone mentioned the girl who made desserts that didn’t taste like dust and disappointment.
“Honey! You there?”
Ahh of course. The friends you made were the best part of it all.
“Coming!” You peeled off your apron, dusting your hands and moving out front to see your friend, who owned the bar downtown.
To be honest, you didn't even remember how you two became friends, only that the incident definitely involved a lot of wine and two drunk women passed out on the front porch of the sheriff’s house.The next morning had arrived with the disapproving, but faintly amused expression of the sheriff’s wife.
“You look alive.” She remarked now, eyes swapping over you critically before softening, “Barely.”
She leaned against the counter on her elbows, sunlight framing her figure. There was always something faintly reckless about her smile, as though she knew exactly how far she could push the world before it pushed back.
“I’ve been up since before the sun,” You leaned back against the wall. “Some of us run respectable establishments, you know.”
“I’ll have you know my establishment is very respectable.” She scoffed lightly, though her cheeky smile remained, “The men merely forget that after their third drink.” Her eyes wandered towards the display shelf behind you, inspecting the newer pastries, “You’ve been holding out on me honey.” She pointed towards one of the darker muffins, “That’s a new one isn't it?”
You reached up and pulled it off, twirling it in your hand, “Ran out of rum so I made this one with scotch.” You handed it to her, “Think it needs a quality check?”
She giggled and took it from you with a little curtsey, immediately attacking the soft side with her teeth. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“I’m so glad I convinced you to make these.” She said through a mouthful of muffin, “I love you so much.”
“I’m a woman in love unfortunately.” You laughed, warmth creeping into your chest, “Speaking of which, I’ll need another delivery of sweet rum by tomorrow. I’m nearly out.”
“In love?” She raised a brow, “With who, I wonder?”
“I ask you for a delivery and that’s the first thing you ask?” You sighed, “One day you’ll admit you’re a thorough romantic.”
She laughed with her whole stomach and so did you. You relaxed around her in a way you rarely did with anyone else, the one person who had seen you in all colours—hungover, furious, exhausted, triumphant. Your friend leaned her elbows on the counter and studied you with a look that made you wary.
“What?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“Oh, nothing.” She replied far too innocently. “Just wondering how long you plan on pretending you don’t give a hoot.”
“About who?” Your spine stiffened slightly.
“Aha.” She said triumphantly, “I never said it was a who.” She tilted her head, waving the half eaten muffin in front of you, “Jaeyun’s back in town.” Your heart betrayed you immediately, thudding harder against your ribs.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You said with the air of a royal butler, or in other words—not giving a fuck. But of course you weren't going to admit your innermost thoughts to her, about how you imagined the bell ringing.
Imagined looking up and seeing him there, filling the doorway, hat in hand, sun outlining the breadth of his shoulders, those hands resting briefly against the frame before he stepped inside. Would he stop in his path when he saw you? Would he smile that slow smile? Would he say your name the same way he used to? Your throat tightened unexpectedly, as you pressed your palms flat against the counter to ground yourself.
“You do spill a lot when you’re drunk, you know.” Your friend hummed in disbelief, “And you’ve been staring at that door ever since I came in here.”
“I—”
“If he does come in,” She leaned forward, elbows on the counter, “what will you say to him? Because from our last time, I recall you crying about how much you’d love to slap him across the face if he ever came back.” She grinned, “To quote ‘for leaving me alone all these years’.”
“Oh please.” Heat flared in your cheeks, “That was years ago.”
“Six months but alright.” She said, as you shot her a look sharp enough to slice bread but she only looked on, seemingly delighted, “Just to be sure, you’re not heartbroken are you honey?”
You opened your mouth to answer, and then closed it again to ponder on the question for a minute. You weren't heartbroken, not in the romantic sense at least. You just felt…abandoned. Left behind in a town that felt too small and too loud all at once, left to shoulder things you hadn’t been ready for, left with a promise about windows and fields that had slowly begun to feel foolish.
“It's stupid.” You said finally, “He’s probably busy anyways, he doesn't have time to visit.”
“You’re his best frien—”
“Was.” You corrected her, “Was his best friend.” Your gaze flicked to the door once more and then away, “We’re not children anymore, it's not like he’ll still consider me as his best friend.”
“You’re very good at pretending you know.” She replied gently, earning a groan from you.
“I’m not pretending!” You defended, “Cross my heart, if he comes in front me I’ll just say hello and go on my merry wa—”
It was a miracle your heart hadn't given out yet.
The bell above the door jingled, the sound slicing clean through the air and cleaving through you. Both of you turned at once. And for a split second—just a heartbeat—you thought of what would have happened if he never left town.
Would the man filling the doorway in a way that made the bakery feel suddenly small have been yours? Yours to cherish and love? Yours to plant fields in a desert with?
The first thing you noticed was the breadth of him. The boyish angles you remembered had settled into solid lines, his shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt; his sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms marked by sun and work. His jaw was sharper, dust shadowing it faintly as if the desert had etched itself into his golden skin. God was he a hot piece of something.
“Ladies.” Jaeyun tipped his hat and sauntered in, gait still as careless and cocky as back then. Your body reacted before your mind could reason, your breath catching, your heart leaping violently against your ribs.
Love is lust, you thought.
“Well well well.” Your friend drawled lightly, “I’ve been wanting to catch a glimpse of the new rancher in town." She turned towards him with an easy smile, extending a hand, which he shook, “I’m surprised I haven't seen you by my bar yet, Jaeyun.”
“I’d introduce myself, but it seems you already know me.” Jaeyun laughed lightly and for half a second you forgot how to breathe, “I’ve been meaning stop by Miss, new friend of mine sang a lot of praise about your place.”
“New friend?” Your friend glanced at you briefly before turning her interrogating gaze back to him, “Well, Mr. Jaeyun, three weeks in and a friend already. My my, I’m curious.”
“Said his name was Sunghoon.” Jaeyun removed his hat, running a hand briefly through hair that had grown darker with age. “You know him?” His voice was rich and smooth like melted chocolate.
“Oh don’t I.” Your friend said through gritted teeth, “Oh don’t I know that damned cowboy.”
The words barely registered, as you remained rooted behind the counter, your palms tingling, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. He laughed softly at something she said, the sound low and warm and you felt yourself fall deeper into the void you were traversing.
Your gaze traced him without permission. The way he stood, the way his hands rested against the counter when he leaned slightly forward, fingers long and calloused, a faint scar near his wrist you did not recognize, the line of his throat when he tilted his head.
And those eyes.
Those beautiful eyes. Two galaxies you wanted to dive into and rest your little tired heart in. He was no longer the boy you once ran through the wildflowers with. He was unmistakably a man. And here he was. In your bakery. Skillfully avoiding your gaze.
Your friend’s eyes flickered toward you briefly, sharp and knowing. She reached back without looking and squeezed your hand where it rested against the counter, the contact jolting you back into your body.
“I’ll send someone over with that sweet rum, honey.” She said casually, withdrawing her hand. “Well, it was nice meeting you Mr Jaeyun. I’d recommend the lemon tarts for today.” There was mischief in her tone and something gentler beneath it, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go..….thank Sunghoon.”
Before you could protest, she stepped past him, offering a parting remark about expecting to see him at the bar soon. The bell jingled again as she exited, leaving behind a quiet that felt almost tangible.
And then it was just you and him.
He turned fully toward you and for a moment, neither of you spoke.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“So…..”“So?”
The air felt tight in your lungs. You became acutely aware of everything at once—the ticking of the cooling oven in the back, the faint hum of wind outside, the scent of citrus and sugar lingering between you.
“Is it really you?” Jaeyun said, running a hand through his hair again. By god, you wanted to slap him across the face.
And then hug him and never let go.
“It is.” Your throat felt tight, as you diverted your gaze to the floorboards.
“You look the same, love.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth. Love, how long has it been since you’d heard that beautiful word dance at his lips?
“We both know that’s a lie.” You forced yourself to straighten as though you weren’t acutely aware of every inch of space between you. “I hear you’ve been busy.”
Something flickered behind his eyes as he traced his gaze over you, as if remembering the lines to his favourite poem, something that he’d read long before, whose emotions he’d never forget even if he forgot its words.
“Getting the ranch set up. Took longer than I expected.” His gaze drifted around the bakery. “Nice place you got.”
“Thank you.” You said politely, as if your pulse wasn't stumbling at the moment.
Jaeyun leaned forward, both hands braced against the counter now. The wood creaked faintly under his weight. The movement brought him closer, you could see the faint scar along his jaw.
“Why won’t you look at me, love?” He asked quietly. Your breath hitched. You had been studying the floorboards again, as if they held answers.
Jaeyun’s slender fingers came up carefully, brushing beneath your chin, gripping it with the softest touch just guiding your face upward with a gentleness that felt almost reverent. Slowly and reluctantly, your gaze lifted to his. Your pulse thundered in your ears.
“Hmm, maybe I was wrong.” His eyes held yours with an unwavering intensity, “You do look different.” His fingers smoothed from your chin to cup your cheek in his palm, “You look stronger, love. What happened to that girl I knew all those years ago who’d hide from sheepdogs hm?”
To hear those words felt like stepping into sunlight after years indoors—blinding, warm and overwhelming. Quite akin to feeding a starved angel ambrosia. All they’d do is throw it all up, having accustomed to the feeling of hunger.
“She died when you left her.” You heard yourself say, the sentence slipping out before you could soften it. There it was. A fucking slap to the face. His expression shifted, something heavy clouding behind his eyes.
“I didn’t have a choice,” he said quietly.
“I know.” You did know. You had always known. But knowing wouldn't erase the emptiness, "Couldn't have written me a damn letter, Jaeyun?” Your vision blurred before you could stop it. You hated that your eyes burned, that after all these years of building up your walls, one look from him could destroy them.
“Love I—’
“You don’t get to call me that.” You laughed crudely. You shook your head, stepping back a fraction, breaking the contact. Your hands came up defensively, not against him, but against the swell in your chest. Jaeyun studied you as though searching for something familiar beneath the years.
“You left.” You said, and your voice trembled despite your efforts. “You left and you didn’t write. You didn’t come back. And I kept thinking—” Your breath hitched. “I kept thinking maybe you forgot about me.”
“Love, don't say that.” Jaeyun’s expression changed, hurt, immediate and unguarded. “I could never forget you.”
“Then why did it feel like you did, Jaeyun?” The tears spilled fully now, quiet and hot down your cheeks, “Why did it take you three fucking weeks to come see me?” Your hands trembled, “Do you know what it was like? Watching everyone move on like you were just another boy who left? I didn’t even get to be angry properly because I knew you didn’t have a choice.”
“I was alone,” The words scraped their way out. “Everything was falling apart at home. My brother was gone. My parents were—” You stopped, shaking your head. “And I kept thinking you’d walk back in any day to hand me a stupid flower and tell me a stupid joke.”
Your chest heaved. You wiped your eyes, though they filled up again when you looked at him. Your heart stuttered again, the absolute beauty of him knocking the air from your lungs.
“I needed my best friend,” You whispered, “and you weren't there.” You took a deep shuddering breath in, “So forgive me if I don’t let you call me what you used to all those years ago, Jaeyun.”
The space between you felt unbearable. Yes, you wanted to go to him. Yes you wanted to throw yourself at him and cry your heart out. You wanted to do all that. So what was it that held you back?
Was it the hatred you had for him leaving you? The fear of breaking down the walls that had kept you safe all these years?
Or was it the tiny tug at your heart that wanted him, needed him, to step to you first?
Jaeyun moved then, rounding the counter quietly, boots soft against the floor. The familiar scent of sun and leather and something unmistakably him drifted closer, making your pulse trip. For a split second, you thought he might stop short.
He didn’t, stepping into your space slowly as if giving you enough time to retreat
You didn’t, hands coming to rest on his shoulders, as if this was routine.
His arms came around you with a firmness that stole the breath from your lungs. One arm wrapped high around your shoulders, pulling you fully into him, sliding up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading gently into your hair. The other anchored at your lower back, spreading warm and solid against you as though afraid you might disappear.
Heat bled through your clothes where his chest pressed against yours. His heart was beating hard; you felt it against your cheek as your forehead tipped forward without permission.
You clutched at the back of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric like you were afraid of falling. The material bunched beneath your grip and he tightened his hold in response, pulling you impossibly closer until there was no space left between your bodies.
It was the kind of hug that wasn’t polite and sweet. It was desperate, like a wolf clawing at the sheep it once loved.
Years folded in on themselves, the ache of waiting, the nights you pretended you didn’t care, the empty space beside you where he used to sit—all of it seemed to press into that single embrace.
Your face buried against his chest, breath shaking as it hit the cotton of his shirt. He was warm in a way that steadied the world beneath your feet. His chin rested against the crown of your head like it had always belonged. One of his hands shifted, splaying against your back, fingers flexing slightly as if reassuring himself you were real.
You felt him exhale—slow and heavy—against your hair. Your tears soaked into his shirt, but neither of you moved to pull away. His grip didn’t loosen when your shoulders trembled. If anything, he held you tighter, arms firm and protective, he was bracing against a storm and choosing to stand in it with you.
Your heartstring tugged again.
You hadn’t realized how cold you’d been until you felt warm again.
“I’m sorry.” His voice went to your soul, “I know it won’t do anything, but I am sorry.” His fingers curled gently at the nape of your neck, thumb brushing once against your hairline, “I missed you so much, love.” His forehead brushed yours, as you clung to him harder, “Not a day passed where I didn't think about you.”
You let out a broken laugh that dissolved into another sob. “I was so damn angry,” You confessed. “And I missed you so much it felt stupid, Yeun.”
His arms tightened around you at the sound of that nickname. Yeun, he never knew his own name to sound so melodic.
“I’ll make it up.” Jaeyun said into your hair, “I swear I’ll make up all that time we lost, love.” The words vibrated through his chest into you, breaking something slightly open inside you, “Pinky promise?”
A small, watery laugh escaped you. “You’re so stupid.” You muttered into his chest.
“That I am.” He replied softly.
His hand moved slowly up and down your back in reassurance, softening the ache that had settled in your chest.
Love is lust, you thought.
Were you willing to allow him to make it feel kinder?
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The next few days felt like a fever dream.
Jaeyun came in the next morning. And the morning after that. And the one after that.
Always at different times, as if trying to convince both of you that it wasn’t routine, sometimes just before the lunch rush, leaning casually against the display case while you boxed pastries, sometimes late afternoon, when the sunlight slanted gold and painted him in honeyed light.
Jaeyun slipped back into conversation as if the years were only a misplaced afternoon, cracking his silly little jokes, nudging at you when you got too serious and teasing you about your frazzled hair after attending to a lot of customers at once (“Didn’t know a witch lived in this town.” “There is a knife in my hands Sim Jaeyun.”)
He was a lingering presence at your bakery, sometimes perched on one of the stools near the counter, boot hooked on the rung, sometimes helping carry a flour sack in without asking. Once, you caught him sweeping near the doorway after a group of teenagers tracked dirt across your clean floor.
“You don’t work here,” You muttered.
He shrugged. “Looks like you could use the help.” It was infuriating how good he looked doing simple mundane things.
It was infuriating how much you wanted to jump on him and bite his arms.
As if to push the knife in deeper, customers began to expect him. The sheriff, Jay, asked if he was on payroll. Your friend only smirked every time she walked in and saw him there, like she’d predicted this outcome long ago. By the end of the week, his presence no longer startled you. It settled around you instead like background music.
But perhaps the most terrified person in the entire town was Jaeyun himself.
When the bakery quieted and you were turned away from him—reaching for a jar on the highest shelf or bending slightly over the counter to scribble an order—Jaeyunfound himself forgetting whatever he was about to say.
You had changed. Of course you had.
The girl he used to race through wildflowers with had grown into something softer and sharper all at once. There was confidence in the way you moved now, your laughter slow and warm. And it did something dangerous to him.
The first time he truly noticed it was when you stepped into the sunlight by the window, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears, the late afternoon glow catching along the curve of your cheek. He had meant to make a joke. Instead, his breath had stalled in his chest.
By god, were you gorgeous.
The second time was when you bent over in front of him to pick up something on the floor and Jaeyun had to drag his eyes away from the slightest peek of your ass in your panties when your skirt lifted up.
By god were you so fucking gorgeous.
Of course he had always known you to be pretty, even back then, beautiful in a way that almost felt unfair. Jaeyun often found himself thinking about you at inconvenient times. Out at the ranch, reins loose in his grip, staring across dry land, the image of you looking up at him through your lashes would pop into his mind and he’d have to go inside to take care of his little……problem.
It stole the air from him every single time and sometimes, when you weren’t looking, he would study you with a kind of stunned reverence he didn’t dare let you see. Every curve of your body, every single line and dot that shaped you, every detail that he longed to see up close.
And your legs of course.
What he would do to be suffocated by those legs.
The realization that he was thinking such thoughts about you—his best friend—did something complicated in his chest. Awe, regret, desire all tangled together. There were moments he had to drag his gaze away just to breathe properly again.
But god damn those fucking legs.
One evening, just before closing, you found him leaning against the doorway, sleeves rolled up, forearms (veins, veins, veins) dusted faintly with flour from helping you knead dough.
“You know,” Jaeyun said lightly, “if you keep feeding me like this, I’m going to start expecting benefits.”
You snorted. “You get a free croissant and suddenly you think you’re staff?”
“I think I deserve at least a name tag.”
You wiped your hands on your apron, failing to hide your smile. The sky outside was streaked with deep pinks and purples, when you finally locked the door and flipped the sign to Closed, he was still there, leaning against the fence, hat in hand, hair gently blowing in the wind.
“Where are you rushing off to today?” Jaeyun drawled in that tone that always had butterflies flying in your stomach.
“Nowhere.” You hummed slowly, stepping onto the street, “Just got a bottle of wine at home that’s calling my name.” His gaze lifted to yours, steady but careful as he joined you in walking down the street. “I can share.” You added, as if it were an afterthought.
“I’d like that,” Jaeyun said, grinning his goofy grin.
And that was how you ended up here.
The wine caught the light, deep and red and slow as it filled your glass again, third glass of the evening to be precise. The laughter bubbled up between you, warm and easy, as Jaeyun leaned back against the sofa cushions, his arm stretched out along the backrest, fingers dangling just close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
The glass of wine sat heavy in your hand, the deep crimson liquid swirling as you took a slow sip, letting the tartness linger on your tongue. His stories from the ranch—tales of stubborn horses and endless sunrises—had you both in stitches, the kind of joy that felt like slipping back into an old, comfortable rhythm after all those years apart.
But as the evening deepened, the conversation shifted, meandering from the lighthearted to something more personal. Marriage came up first, Jaeyun mentioning offhand how some of the ranch hands back west had tied the knot, settling down with women who'd followed them into the dust.
“Never seemed like my path thought.” His voice dropped a notch, eyes flicking to yours with a curiosity that made your pulse quicken. “And you, love? Anyone ever catch your eye?”
You did, you idiot.
His hand, which had been resting innocently on his thigh, shifted slightly, the tips of his fingers now brushing the edge of your knee through the thin fabric of your pants. It was accidental—or so it seemed—but the contact sent a spark up your leg. You swallowed, setting your glass down on the coffee table, the clink echoing in the sudden quiet of the room.
“Not really.” Your voice was softer than intended, “But you know ten years is a long time. You must have met some women too.”
Jaeyun's grin faded into something more thoughtful, his gaze drifting to the window where the streetlights cast faint shadows across the floor. He paused, and in that moment, his mind wandered to the women he'd known—fleeting encounters in dusty motels or under starlit skies, bodies pressing close in the heat of the night.
But as he thought of them, their faces blurred, replaced by yours: the way your lips curved when you laughed, the flush creeping up your neck now. He imagined pinning you down, thrusting deep until you gasped his name, writhing beneath him, your melodic moans filling the air. The thought stirred something low in his gut, his cock twitching faintly against the confines of his jeans.
“A few.” Jaeyun said, hand inching just a fraction closer to your thigh. “Nobody that stuck though. Just... passing through, you know?”
He turned the question back, his fingers now fully resting against your leg, a light pressure that made your breath hitch. “You haven’t answered my question though, love. Who's been making your heart race while I was gone, hmm?”
You gasped softly when his hand squeezed your thigh gently, his eyes raking up and down your body. The rancher life had sculpted him into something powerful, his muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt, veins tracing paths along his forearms as he sipped his wine, his lips faintly stained red.
Snap out of it!
“You think you’re the only one who can make my heart race?” You asked, pressing your arms together. His eyes flickered down for half a second to your cleavage in your tank top, bingo, “Really Yeun?”
“Am I not?” Jaeyun said, running a tongue over his lips, oh fuck him, “Isn’t that why you’re not answering my question, love?”
“Hmm maybe.” You giggled, “I’ll admit it, there’s no one yet.” You sighed and tipped your head back against the headrest, closing your eyes, making sure to curve your body just right so he could see your chest properly, “Never even kissed anybody you know.” The wine had loosened your tongue, “I’ve read about it of course, sex and all that.” The warmth of his touch had emboldened you, “Do you think it feels good, Yeun?”
Jaeyun's eyes darkened with desire as he took in your words, his gaze lingering on the swell of your breasts before snapping back up to meet yours. His hand slid further up your thigh, fingers digging into your soft flesh possessively.
“It feels amazing, love.” He rumbled, his voice a deep, seductive purr. "You have no idea how good it feels." He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, “Tastes juust as sweet as your pastries, if you want a comparison so badly.”
You shivered at his words, pulse pounding in your ears. You'd never been touched like this before, never felt someone’s hands on you with such blatant hunger. It felt intoxicating.
The room went still, save for the soft hum of the clock on the wall. Jaeyun's hand stilled on your leg, his thumb tracing a slow circle that sent shivers racing across your skin. He searched your face, his expression a mix of surprise and something deeper, tender.
“Would you like to, angel?” He murmured voice low and intimate, “Be kissed I mean.”
Your heart pounded, a rush of nerves flooding through you. Your cheeks burned as you met his gaze, was it really a sin to have your best friend be your first? Just two days ago you two were sweetly baking cookies together. And now you were here, your mind screaming at you to get onto that sweet, sweet lap of his.
Lust had never felt so damn euphoric.
Your movements were slow and careful as you moved, propelled by a desperate need to feel his lips on yours. With a sudden burst of courage, you climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips as you threaded your fingers through his hair. Jaeyun's eyes went wide with surprise, then darkened with desire as he took in your position, setting his glass down, but not touching you yet.
“And if I said yes?” You kept your gaze on him, eyes hooded, “What would you do if I said yes, Jaeyun?” His hand slid up to cup your cheek, rough palm gentle against your skin, which then traced down to cup your jaw, thumb tracing your lower lip.
“Then I suppose….” His voice was smooth with unleashed desire, “I’d do this.”
Jaeyun’s lips met yours softly at first, a brush of warmth that made your eyes flutter shut. The kiss deepened slowly, his mouth moving against yours with a deliberate tenderness, tongue teasing the seam of your lips until you parted them, letting him in.
He tasted of wine and sugar, mixed with the faint salt of his skin. Your hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle there as the kiss grew hungrier, his free hand settling on your waist, pulling you nearer.
“Fuck…” He mumbled into the kiss. He tore his mouth away from yours only to blaze a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, his teeth scraping delicately over your racing pulse.
“Yeun—ah…” You said, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth at the foreign noises coming from your mouth. Jaeyun only chuckled into the curve of your neck.
“That feel good, love?” He cupped your breast through your top, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, “My pretty angel likes when I touch her like that hmm?”
“Yeunnn” You whined, hips moving against his hard length unconsciously.
“What happened, my sweet angel?” He lifted his head to meet your gaze, “Tell me what you want, love.”
“I–” You found yourself squirming beneath him as his mouth explored your throat, his hands teasing your body with expert touches that had you aching for more, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer, “want you to fuck me.” Your words were barely audible, only spurring Jaeyun on.
“What was that?” He said, hand reaching up to grip the back of your head, "Couldn't hear you, love, say that again.”
“I want you to fuck me!” You whimpered, cheeks burning at his words, “Please?” Jaeyun silenced your pleas with a kiss, lips claiming yours as he jut his hips up. You shuddered at the feeling, so big and hard and hot against you.
"Bedroom," Jaeyun said, his eyes blazing. "Now."
With a jerky nod, you let him guide you off the couch and lead you towards your bedroom, anticipation and arousal building with each step, the door clicking shut behind you with a finality that sent your pulse racing anew. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, the bed inviting with its rumpled sheets.
Jaeyun turned to you, his hands framing your face again as he kissed you once more, slower this time, savoring. His fingers trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, slipping under to brush the bare skin of your stomach.
You shivered, arching into his touch, and he broke the kiss to murmur against your ear, “Tell me if you want to stop.”
“I don't.” You replied, voice steady despite the tremor in your limbs. Emboldened, you tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his chest, tanned and marked with faint scars. Your hands explored him, tracing the ridges of muscle, the warmth of his skin under your palms.
He helped you out of your clothes next, patient and reverent, top discarded, then pants sliding down your legs until you stood in just your underwear. His eyes roamed over you, appreciative and hungry.
“You're so gorgeous, love.” He said simply, stepping closer to kiss your shoulder, then your chest, lips lingering on the swell of your breasts through the fabric.
His mouth found yours in a brief, heated makeout—lips pressing firm, tongue slipping in to taste you, exploring with a gentleness that made your knees weak. It was electric, his stubble grazing your chin as you reached for his jeans, fumbling with the button, and he assisted, kicking them off along with his boxers.
God he looked so perfect thick and hard, curving slightly upward, the head already glistening with precum. You stared, curiosity and desire mixing in your core, an ache building between your thighs.
“Staring are we?” He chuckled, setting you down gently on the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs.
“N-No.” You muttered, acting as if you weren't on the verge of having a heart attack with how hard your heart was beating.
“Calm down, love.” Jaeyun's hands were everywhere and nowhere at once, soft and reverent, “We’ll go slow yeah?” He cupped your face first, kissing you deeper now, slower, his tongue coaxing yours in lazy circles.
“You're beautiful, angel.” He breathed, trailing kisses down your neck, nipping lightly at your collarbone. He was so careful, like you were something precious, “Tell me if it's too much.” But you shook your head, pulling him closer.
His mouth descended, lips closing around one nipple, sucking gently while his tongue flicked over it. You moaned, low and surprised, your back bowing as heat pooled between your legs. Jaeyun laid you back on the bed, hovering over you, his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing you. You felt so vulnerable under his gaze—your books had never said anything about this odd feeling in your chest.
“Need to stretch you out first, yeah?” He settled between your thighs. His hand cupped your pussy, fingers parting your folds gently, and you tensed, unused to the touch. “Relax for me angel. I've got you.” One finger pressed against your entrance, slick with your growing arousal, and he pushed in slowly, “Ever touched yourself like this, love?”
Your fingers were nothing compared to his, you couldn't even answer him, mind already hazy. The stretch was unfamiliar, a burn that quickly melted into pleasure as he curled his finger inside you, stroking that sensitive spot.
“Yeun…oh! Oh godddd that’s…amazing.” The sensation built, waves of heat radiating from your core, your walls clenching around his digit. You writhed beneath him, moans spilling freely, amazed at how your body responded—wet sounds filling the room as he pumped his finger deeper, preparing you.
“Like that?” He added a second finger, scissoring them to open you up, his thumb circling your clit in firm, steady motions, “My pretty angel likes my fingers?”
“Yes—oh, Jaeyun!” The words dissolved into a whimper as he curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
“You're so tight, love.” He groaned, watching your face, his free hand stroking your thigh. “Gonna feel incredible around me.” The praise sent shivers through you, and in the heat of the moment you reached down, palming his cock.
“Tch tch.” Jaeyun clicked his tongue, “So impatient.” He worked you steadily, thumb on your clit, building the rhythm until your breaths came in pants, body tensing, “Cum for me first, love.”
When you shattered, it was with a guttural cry, pussy pulsing around his fingers, cum coating his hand in a rush of warmth. He didn't stop, drawing out the waves until you were trembling.
“Yeun Yeun—oh ohhhhh” You whined, already feeling your bones give out. Jaeyun withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, tasting you with a groan.
“So fucking sweet, angel.” He settled between your thighs, hands gripping your hips as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then higher, breath hot against your core, “Taste like heaven for me.”
“Ahh—Yeun…” You moaned loud, propping yourself up by the backs of your elbows to see just what he was doing. You caught sight of his drunken eyes between your legs, “Yeun what—oh fuck!”
His tongue pressed, pressed, pressed flat against your pussy, lapping up the remnants of your earlier release. He sucked your clit gently, then delved deeper, tongue fucking into you, exploring every inch. Your hands fisted the sheets, thighs quivering as he ate you out with focused intensity, nose brushing your clit, lips sealed around your folds.
“Jaeyun!” You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue circled your clit, flicking it with teasing licks that sent jolts of ecstasy up your spine, “Yeun oh god—right there right there!”
Your pleas made him moan desperately into your folds, his dick straining, aching to plunge into your tight heat. He added a finger alongside his tongue, pumping it in and out while he sucked harder on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge, but he held back just enough, savoring your begging as your arousal dripped down his chin.
“Oh god, Yeun, please.” Your voice broke, your body was on fire, every nerve lit up, thighs trembling around his head. The pressure built fast in your belly, coiling tight, but it's not enough—you needed more. “Fuck me, please!” You begged, your words tumbling out needy, hips grinding against his face. “Want you in me Yeun please please—ahh fuck fuck!”
Jaeyun lifted his head from between your thighs, his lips shiny with your juices, eyes dark and feral as he stared down at you. Your pussy throbbed from his tongue's relentless assault, clit swollen and sensitive, the ache deep inside you screaming for fulfillment. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin curling his lips as he heard your ragged breaths and saw the desperation etched on your face.
“Look at you, love.” He murmured, voice husky and low, “Begging like that……driving me insane angel.” He rose, kissing you deeply so you tasted yourself on his tongue, “Pretty girl wants my cock so bad hmm? What have you been reading while I was gone, sweetheart?”
You didn’t have it in you anymore to answer, instead staring at his cock, long and girthy, veins pulsing along the shaft, the head already leaking pre-cum. He was built like everything else about him, overwhelming and powerful. Jaeyun positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip through your slick folds.
“Ah—Yeun…feels so good.” You whispered, a mix of awe and nerves in your voice. Jaeyun smiled softly, leaning down to kiss you softly.
“We’ll go slow angel.” He promised, reaching down to place both your hands on his shoulders, “Ready?”
At your shy nod, Jaeyun smiled and then pushed in, the head breaching you with an agonizingly slow thrust. It split you open, the stretch intense, bordering on pain as your pussy yielded to his thickness.
God this man was so fucking big.
“Yeun!” You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, but he paused, kissing your forehead and your cheeks.
“Breathe, love. You're doing so well.” Inch by inch, he sank deeper, filling you completely, your walls fluttering around his cock as it bottomed out, stilling to let you adjust, forehead pressed to yours, breaths shared in the intimate space.
The fullness was indescribable—every ridge, every pulse of him inside you. “Yeun—feel so full fuckkk.” You had no idea what you were saying at that point, every single thought just Jaeyun Jaeyun Jaeyun. He groaned, burying his face in your neck, holding still until you adjusted, your hips starting to rock tentatively.
“So tight, angel.” He whispered, “You doing alright?”
“Mmhh…” You sighed, “Feel so good Yeun.” You slowly wrapped your legs around him, nails digging into his back, “Move….please.”
When you urged him on, he began to move—slow thrusts, pulling out almost to the tip before sliding back in, his cock dragging along your inner walls. The friction built pleasure steadily, your amazement turning to bliss as he fucked you softly, hips rolling in a gentle rhythm.
“Feel—hah fuck you’re so tight—-feel good love?” He asked, voice strained, and you nodded, tangling your fingers into his hair. His hands roamed your body, one pinching your nipple, the other gripping your hip, but always tender, like he was savoring every moment.
The pace stayed languid, his thick cock stretching you with each pass, hitting spots that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Sweat beaded on his muscular chest, dripping onto your skin as he leaned down to kiss you, tongues tangling in time with his thrusts. Your climax built gradually, coiling tight in your belly, and you clenched around him, crying out his name.
“Close—Yeun I’m, fuck..…close” You felt him speed up, just a fraction, grinding against your clit.
You shattered first, pussy spasming around his cock, waves of ecstasy crashing over you soaked him with your release. Jaeyun kissed you through it, murmuring your name like a prayer, pace quickening as his own release neared.
He followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled you with hot cum, groaning your name like a prayer.
“Fuck, love……so perfect.” He panted, still buried inside, holding you close as you both caught your breath, the aftershocks trembling through your joined bodies, “You ok sweetheart?”
“More.” You mumbled, eyes half shut but god you wanted to feel that again and again and again, “Want moreee Yeun, please?”
“More?” A breathy chuckle came from him, “You sure, love? Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Just fuck me already, Jaeyun."
He didn't hesitate this time. Flipping you onto your stomach, he hiked your hips up, slamming back into your cum-slick pussy with a forceful thrust. The gentleness evaporated, replaced by raw power—his muscular body driving into you hard, cock pounding deep, splitting you wider with each brutal stroke.
“Like that, love?” The bed creaked ominously, headboard thumping against the wall as he fucked you relentlessly, one hand fisting your hair, the other slapping your ass lightly to spur you on.“God, sweet little pussy looovess me so much.”
You moaned into the pillow, the intensity overwhelming, pleasure bordering on too much as his thick shaft battered your cervix. “Yes, Jaeyun...harder! Fuck!”
He obliged, hips snapping faster, balls slapping against your clit, the room filling with the wet sounds of him railing you. Sweat slicked your skin, his muscles flexing with every plunge, and you pushed back, meeting his thrusts, chasing another high. The bed groaned louder, springs protesting, and you felt it—the frame shifting under the force.
With a final, savage push, he drove in deep, and the bed gave way, one leg buckling with a sharp crack. You both tumbled slightly, laughing through gasps as he kept fucking you on the tilted mattress, undeterred.
Jaeyun flipped you to face him, his cock hammered into you, stretching your pussy to its limits, and you came again, screaming his name as your walls milked him. He whined high, pumping another load of cum into you, hot and thick, collapsing as the bed fully surrendered beneath you.
“Oh god.” Jaeyun panted, slowly but surely pulling out of you after a few minutes of hard breathing, “Oh my god I am so sorry.”
“Yeun just—” You said, eyes fluttering close as exhaustion washed over you, “—just shhhh.”
“I broke your be—”
“Shhh.”
In the aftermath, tangled in sheets on the broken bed, he pulled you close, kissing your temple as you surrendered to the warmth of his bed, not giving a fuck about anything other than the sleep that was threatening to overtake you.
“Good night, my angel.”
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A few days had passed since that unforgettable night in your bedroom, you two had fallen back into the easy rhythm of best friends, but now laced with stolen glances and lingering touches that sent sparks through your skin.
The desert sun beat down relentlessly as you helped him out at the ranch that afternoon, hauling feed buckets under the vast, cloudless sky. You had offered to help mostly to prove—to him and to yourself—that you could exist in his world as easily as he had begun to exist in yours. So you had tied your hair back with a ribbon that was already slipping loose, rolled your sleeves to your elbows, and followed him out.
The land stretched wide and gold around you, wind combing through tall grass in lazy waves. It was quieter than the town, open and airy.
You tried not to stare at the way his shoulders shifted beneath his shirt when he lifted a saddle or how easily he handled the tools laid out near the fence or how his shirt clung to his torso.
He explained something about new horseshoes—how the ground out here had been rougher than expected, how he wanted to make sure the fit was right before taking the horse too far and you were nodding away like you hadn't been watching his hands for the past 30 minutes.
You'd chosen your outfit carefully that morning: a particularly short skirt that barely skimmed your thighs, the fabric light and teasing against your legs. Every time you bent to pick something up, you caught Jaeyun's eyes flicking downward, his jaw tightening. You could tell from the way his gaze darkened, how he adjusted his stance when you brushed past him, why did no one tell you the art of seduction felt so amazing?
And god, you were turned on too, mesmerized by his veiny hands gripping the tools, the cords of muscle standing out as he worked, and those defined abs peeking from under his hem when he stretched. The memory of them under your fingers from that night made your core ache.
The horse—a tall chestnut mare with a white blaze down her nose—snorted softly as he ran a steady palm along her flank. She stamped once, impatient but not wild.
“Well she’s certainly got spirit.” You said lightly, trying to sound braver than you felt.
“Reminds me of someone else I know.” He glanced at you, amused. “You’ll be fine.”
He tightened the girth, checked the stirrups, then swung himself up into the saddle in one smooth, practiced motion. The movement was effortless, and for a brief second you simply stared. From atop the horse, he looked unfairly at home, sun catching in his hair, one hand resting loose on the reins. He leaned down slightly, extending his hand toward you.
“Come on.” Your stomach flipped at the sound of his voice. You stepped closer, boots crunching against dirt. His hand wrapped around yours—warm and calloused and before you could overthink it, he tugged.
You let out a small startled breath as your feet left the ground. The world tilted and then you were lifted, guided up and over, settling onto the saddle in front of him.
Your back pressed against his chest. It was an accident at first, a byproduct of space.
But then he adjusted you gently by the hips, positioning you more securely, and the contact became deliberate.
Close.
Far too close.
You were acutely aware of everything, the heat of him at your back, the solid line of his torso. The steady rise and fall of his breathing that brushed against your shoulder blades. Your hands hovered awkwardly before settling at the front of the saddle.
“Comfortable?” He asked. You nodded, though your voice felt lodged somewhere in your throat. The horse shifted beneath you, muscles coiling with contained energy. Jaeyun’s boots nudged lightly at her sides, and she began to move—slow at first, a careful walk around the paddock.
The rhythm was unfamiliar. Each step rolled through your hips, gentle but undeniable. You felt it everywhere—through your thighs, your spine, the space where his legs bracketed yours. His arm came around you loosely to guide the reins, forearm brushing against your waist, a highly practical thing.
It did absolutely nothing to steady your pulse.
The wind lifted strands of your hair, carrying the scent of leather and grass and him. You could feel the warmth of his chest through your shirt.
“You’re stiff, angel.” He murmured, voice close to your ear. You exhaled, trying to relax your shoulders.
“I’m not used to this.” You said, “More of a baker myself.”
“Of course you are.” Jaeyun chuckled, “I’ve got you.”
Highly simple words and they were making you go insane.
The mare picked up into a slow trot. The change jolted you slightly, and instinctively your fingers tightened on the saddle. The motion was sharper now, bouncing you subtly back against him. He adjusted without hesitation, his hand sliding more securely around your middle. Your breath hitched.
Every small shift brought you into closer contact, his chest against your back, his thigh firm along yours, the brush of his chin briefly grazed your hair when the horse’s stride lifted you both.
You tried to focus on the horizon, on the open sky, on anything but the heat blooming under your skin.
“She’s moving well.” He said, more to himself than to you. You nodded again, though your thoughts were far from horseshoes. The mare startled then, a sudden surge forward when something rustled near the fence.
Why were the gods never on your side?
The trot snapped into something faster, tearing your breath from your lungs as the ground seemed to blur slightly. Your body pitched forward, unprepared for the speed.
Jaeyun’s arm shot firmly across your torso, locking around your waist. In one fluid motion, he pulled you back flush against him, your back colliding with his chest. His other hand tightened on the reins, guiding the horse back under control, but his arm never loosened.
You felt the strength in it, the tension, the protective instinct that had flared without a second thought and you were absolutely dead.
What an extraordinary person you were, you thought, this man had taken your virginity and this was what you were bubbling over.
The mare slowed after a few heartbeats, settling once more into a manageable pace. But he didn’t release you. His forearm remained braced across your middle, palm splayed firmly at your side. You could feel the pressure of each finger through the fabric of your shirt.
Your entire body was pressed to his now—hips aligned, shoulders pinned gently back against him. His chest rose and fell against your spine, slower now, but still charged with the remnants of adrenaline.
“You’re okay.” He said, low and close. You nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure what ‘okay’ meant in this context, “I think that’s enough for one day.” The arm around you softened slightly but stayed in place, his thumb brushing once against your side.
You became painfully aware of how perfectly you fit there. The world seemed smaller now, narrowed to the space between his heartbeat and yours.
You were fucked.
As the sun began its slow descent, painting the dunes in oranges and golds, you two slowly walked back to his truck, having taken him up on his offer to drop you home. Your legs were a little wobbly from the unfamiliar rhythm of the saddle, and he noticed immediately, offering his arm without comment when the ground dipped unevenly.
Neither of you spoke much, not because there wasn’t anything to say, but because the quiet had become strangely comfortable. You climbed into the passenger seat with a small sigh, leaning your head back against the cushion while Jaeyun slid into the driver’s seat and sat there for a moment, forearms resting on the steering wheel, catching his breath.
You glanced over at him. A strand of hair had fallen across his forehead and there was a flush high on his cheekbones. How very handsome.
“You know,” You said after a moment with a lazy giggle, “I always carry chocolate sauce in my purse.”
Jaeyun blinked. He turned his head slowly toward you, brow creasing in confusion.
“You what?”
You reached into your bag with theatrical seriousness, rummaging around until your fingers wrapped around the small bottle you kept tucked away, holding it up triumphantly. “For emergencies.”
“For emergencies,” Jaeyun repeated, mouth twitching.
“Refreses me.” You nodded sagely, “Kinda like lemonade.”
“I don't think that’s how it works, sweetheart.” He laughed, the sound of a gentle midnight drizzle.
“It absolutely is.” You leaned back in the seat again, dangling the bottle between your fingers. “You never know when you’ll need a little sweetness.”
Jaeyun huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. But then—unfortunately for him—his brain betrayed him.
An image of you arrived immediately, chocolate on your lips, your mouth glistening sweet while you laughed the way you were laughing now.
And suddenly his throat felt dry and his dick felt a bit harder.
“You’d look good like that.”
Great fucking job, Jaeyun.
Silence fell as his words slipped out before he realized they had. Your hand stilled in mid air as he froze. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then your head turned slowly toward him.
“…What?” You asked softly. His eyes widened slightly, like he’d just realized he’d stepped directly into a trap of his own making.
“I’m so sorry—that’s not what I meant, I just—” But the explanation died halfway out with a shuddering breath as he saw the way your eyes traced over him.
There was something in your gaze now that hadn’t been there a second ago, something curious, and maybe hazardous.
“Just what, Yeun?” You said, the sound light, moving your thigh closer to his so your skirt hem brushed his leg, “You think I’d look good with chocolate all over my lips?” His breath hitched, pupils dilating as he glanced at your short skirt again, then up to your breasts straining against your top in the heat, “You think you want to kiss it off my lips, hm?”
The dare hung in the air, your eyes locking on his, his grip on the steering wheel hardened. He swallowed hard, clearly imagining it—your mouth on his skin, the absolute sweetness of you—his sweet angel.
“Love, just—” He murmured, but your hand grazed his thigh and the tension snapped like a taut rope.
“Yeun…” You whispered, your hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under your palm. “Can you lie back for me, please?”
It was safe to say you had zero idea what you were doing—hell the art of seduction just meant getting yourself lost in the haze of your own horniness. But the way Jaeyun’s breaths came a little too quick and the way his dick strained against his pants was driving you bat shit insane.
His eyes burned with desire, fixed on your breasts as they rose and fell with your breaths. He was obsessed with them—the way they bounced slightly when you moved, the soft curves pressing against the fabric.
You climbed onto him without any hesitation, skirt riding up your thighs as you settled onto his lap, giving one experimental shift of your hips. Jaeyun groaned, shifting to recline the driver's seat fully, his back arching against the leather as his shirt pulled up, exposing his chiseled abs, each ridge etched deep.
You ran a tongue over your lips as you clicked open the cap of the bottle, drizzling it slooowlyy over his stomach, watching it pool in the valleys between his abs, trailing down toward his navel. The scent filled the air—rich cocoa mixing with his musky sweat. Jaeyun hissed at the cool touch, his cock twitching visibly in his jeans.
“Angel... that's cold.” But his voice was thick with arousal, his veiny hands gripping the seat edges to steady himself.
Straddling his hips, your short skirt hiked up completely, exposing your panties to the air between you. You leaned down, breasts brushing his chest, and he groaned again, eyes glued to them, one hand reaching up to cup one through your top, thumb rubbing your hardening nipple.
“So fucking perfect.” He muttered, squeezing gently, turned on beyond words by their fullness, the way they filled his palm, “How did I get so lucky hm?” You moaned softly, the sound muffled as you lowered your mouth to his skin.
“Lucky?” Your breath ghosted over his stomach, “Still haven't asked me to be yours, properly Jaeyun.”
Your tongue flicked out, lapping at the chocolate sauce on his lower abs first, the flavor bursting sweet and bitter against the salt of his body. You licked in long strokes, tracing each defined muscle, sucking lightly to clean the sauce from the ridges.
Jaeyun's abs contracted under your mouth, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he fought to stay quiet—the truck's windows were up, but the open desert could carry sounds.
“Shit, love….feels so good.” He whispered hoarsely, his free hand tangling in your hair, guiding you without pushing.
You worked upward, swirling your tongue around, then flattening your tongue broad against his upper abs, licking firmly to savor every inch. The chocolate smeared slightly on your lips, but you didn't care—his skin was hot, tasting of him beneath the sweetness, and you hummed in pleasure, the vibration making him buck his hips.
Your hand slid down, palming his clothed cock through his jeans. It was rock-hard, thick and straining, the outline clear as you rubbed along the length, squeezing the head. He throbbed under your touch, pre-cum likely soaking his boxers, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan, his veiny hand clamping over his mouth for a second.
“Quiet, Yeun.” You teased in a breathy whisper, your own arousal building as you ground your soaked panties against his thigh.
But you were struggling too—the wet sounds of your licking, the slick slide of your palm over his bulge, it all threatened to echo. You licked higher, cleaning the last traces from just below his chest, your breasts pressing fully against him now, nipples draaagging over his skin. He growled low, the hand on your breast kneading harder, pinching your nipple through the fabric until you gasped, your mouth pausing on his abs.
“Can’t get enough of you, angel.” Jaeyun rasped as he watched you, his cock jerking under your stroking hand. You resumed licking, slower now, savoring the way his muscles jumped, the chocolate fully gone but your tongue reluctant to stop. Finally, you sat up, lips shiny, and met his gaze—dark, hungry, tension crackling between you like the desert heat. But instead of pulling away, you shifted forward, positioning your core directly over his abs.
The skirt bunched at your waist as you rocked against him, your panties drenched, clit throbbing as it rubbed over the hard ridges of his stomach.
“Need you so bad Yeun.” You whimpered, hands on his chest for leverage, palming his cock again with one hand, the friction making him hiss. He nodded, abs flexing deliberately under you to increase the pressure, his veiny hands gripping your thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just below your skirt.
“Fucking hell you’re so wet.” His voice came strained, “Use me aaall you want, my angel.”
You started slow, hips rolling in a steady grind, your pussy lips spreading over his skin through the thin barrier of your panties, the chocolate residue making everything slicker. Each forward sliiide dragged your clit along a peak of his abs, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.
You bit your lip hard to stay quiet, but soft whimpers escaped, your breasts bouncing with the motion, drawing his eyes like magnets. He was mesmerized, one hand sliding up to push your top higher, exposing them fully—your nipples peaked, begging for attention.
“God, angel, look at you….…” His cock pulsed under your palm as you stroked him faster, unzipping his jeans just enough to rub over the fabric of his boxers, feeling the heat and girth.
The pace quickened, your hips bucking now, riding his abs with desperate thrusts. The ridges provided perfect friction, hitting your clit repeatedly, your arousal soaking through your panties onto his skin, mixing with the faint chocolate stickiness.
“Yeun….feels so good.” You gasped, voice a hushed plea, struggling not to cry out as the pressure built.
“Pussy’s drippin all over me.” He thrust up subtly, abs clenching to grind back against you, his own breaths labored, grunts muffled behind clenched teeth, “My angel’s going to make herself cum?”
Sweat beaded on his torso, making the slide even smoother, and you leaned forward, breasts dangling over his face. He captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue lashing the sensitive bud while his hand palmed the other, rolling it between his fingers.
The dual sensations overwhelmed you—his mouth on your breast, the relentless rub of his abs against your core. You palmed his cock roughly now, fingers tracing the veins along the shaft through the cloth, squeezing the base as it leaked more pre-cum.
The truck filled with the hushed symphony of your bodies—wet grinds, stifled moans, the creak of the seat under his shifting weight. Your thighs trembled, skirt flipped up completely, exposing everything as you rode him faster, clit swollen and pulsing.
“Yeun—hah—gonna cum.” You whispered urgently, nails digging into his shoulders. He released your nipple with a pop, eyes locked on your bouncing breasts, then down to where your pussy dragged over his abs.
“Go on love. Soak me like a good girl.” His words pushed you over, and you shattered, pussy clenching on nothing as waves of pleasure crashed through you, juices flooding out to drench his stomach, your body shaking with the intensity.
You collapsed forward, panting against his neck, still palming his cock in lazy strokes as aftershocks rippled. He held you close, one veiny hand stroking your back, the other cupping your ass under the skirt.
“Fucking hell.” He breathed, voice rough with his own unspent need, but content in the intimacy, “Where the actual hell did you learn that sweetheart?”
“Told you I read a lot.” You kissed his jaw, “Wanna head home?”
“We’ll be doing way more than that, love.”
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Sim Jaeyun was a fucking flirt.
Of course, you had expected it fully when he came into town looking like that. But ever since your three nights of constant lovemaking, you were sure he was only yours. But of course this bastard chatted up the women in town, his easy charm drawing them in like moths.
So what else was a girl supposed to do other than retaliate?
Your bakery buzzed with the usual morning rush, the scent of fresh pastries mingling with the dry desert air filtering through the open door.
You laughed a little too brightly at the compliments from a couple of regular customers who lingered at the counter, their eyes appreciative as they ordered their usuals. It was harmless flirting but you revelled in knowing it stung him; you saw the flicker in his expression, his veiny hands gripping his coffee tightly as he watched from the doorway.
You couldn't wait to get back home.
“Nice show you were putting on, angel.” Jaeyun scooped you up with effortless strength, carrying you straight to the bedroom, the repaired bed waiting like an invitation.
“You started it, Yeun.” His dark eyes bored into yours, as you bit your lip, heat flooding your cheeks—and lower—as you met his gaze, “Can’t blame a girl for trying can you?”
“Oh trust me I can.” He laid you back, his abs brushing your stomach through his shirt, “Let me show you how, yeah?” You felt the familiar ache of desire twist within you, his breath hot as he rummaged in his pocket. He pulled out a small black box, flipping it open to reveal a….peculiar shaped silicone ring. “You wanna know what this is, angel?” You nodded your head a meek no and he chuckled.
“Friend of mine back in the city gave it to me.” He slowly pulled away from you, opening the drawer next to the bed and pulling out your silk scarf, why ever did you tell him where you kept those things, “And we’re going to play a game with it.”
His thick cock strained against his pants as he blindfolded you with the soft scarf. The world went dark, heightening every sensation—the rustle of clothes, the dip of the mattress as he stripped you both bare.
You settled back, heart pounding, the cool sheets contrasting the air on your naked skin. Jaeyun's hands traced your body reverently, starting at your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they pebbled hard.
“So beautiful, angel.” His voice was thick with arousal, “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and my cock, and you’re going to guess which is which.” His tone was playful yet commanding, making your pussy clench in anticipation, “Ready to play, love?”
You meekly nodded again as he settled between your legs, the bed creaking under his weight. He slipped the ring onto his index finger, the vibrator hummed to life at a low setting, a deep buzz that vibrated through the air.
You gasped as he pressed the tip of his finger against your entrance, circling your clit teasingly before pushing inside. The vibrations pulsed against your inner walls, intense and unrelenting, stretching you just enough with the girth of his digit. He curled it, rubbing that spot deep within, the buzz amplifying every nerve.
“Which one is it, love?” He asked, voice husky, his free hand palming your breast, pinching the nipple. You arched, blindfold somehow heightening the pleasure.
“F-Finger?” You whimpered, hips bucking instinctively. He chuckled, low and satisfied, thrusting his finger deeper, the ring's vibrations making your toes curl.
“Good girl.” He withdrew slowly, leaving you aching, then positioned himself. His cock, veiny and oh so much larger, nudged your folds, the head parting you before he sank in inch by inch.
The stretch was exquisite, his size splitting you open just like that first time, filling you completely. No vibrations yet, but the raw girth dragged along your walls, hitting every sensitive point, “Which one, sweetheart?”
“Cock—cock oh god Yeun!” You moaned loud, your hands fisting the sheets, “Yeun you’re so big!” The words tumbled out, stroking his ego; you heard his sharp intake of breath, felt him throb inside you.
“Fuck, angel, yeah…..keep—ah—keep talking like that.” He rocked his hips slowly, a gentle fuck that built the tension, his abs flexing against your thighs, “Dirty little angel.”
He pulled out almost fully, then switched—plunging his finger into your soaked pussy. The buzz hit harder this time, higher setting, vibrating wildly as he pumped two fingers now, scissoring them to open you wider.
“Guess.” He demanded, leaning down to suck a mark on your neck, his cock sliding along your thigh. The dual penetration of his fingers plus the relentless thrum had you writhing, clit pulsing untouched.
“Finger—oh hahhhh….” You gasped. He hummed in approval, twisting his wrist to grind the vibrations against your g-spot, your juices coating his hand.
And then back to his cock—he thrust in deep, bottoming out with a groan, your mind leaving you as you felt every ridge, every vein.
“Feel so full Yeun….filling me up so gooood…” You praised him breathlessly, blindfolded eyes imagining his smug grin, the way his muscles tensed.
He fucked you with measured strokes, slow and deep, pulling whimpers from your throat. The alternation continued, a torturous rhythm: finger with the ring buzzing furiously, curling and thrusting until your walls fluttered; then his cock, bare and powerful, pounding in with raw force that made the bedframe groan.
Each switch blurred the lines, your guesses growing desperate—“Cock! No, finger... oh fuck, Jaeyun!”—as pleasure layered upon itself. He amped the vibrator higher during finger turns, the buzz echoing through your core, while his cock thrusts grew harder, chasing your reactions.
The build was relentless, coiling tighter with every alternation. His finger—buzzing deep deep deep, stretching your pussy with twists that made stars burst behind the blindfold. His cock—plunging thick and unyielding, the head battering your cervix in the best way. '
“Yeun, ‘m gonna cum!” You cried, legs wrapping around him. He growled, switching faster now, the game dissolving into pure sensation.
Finally, on a deep cock thrust, combined with his thumb on your clit, you shattered—squirting hard, fluid gushing around his shaft, soaking the sheets as your pussy clenched in waves of ecstasy.
“Fuck, angel, that's it…..squirt for me, pretty baby.” He praised, riding out your orgasm with shallow pumps before pulling out, breathing ragged.
You collapsed, trembling, the blindfold damp with sweat. He removed it gently, his dark eyes soft with affection amid the lust, kissing your forehead. “So beautiful when you let go, angel.”
You lay there, chest heaving, body still humming from the intensity of your release, the sheets beneath you damp and twisted. Jaeyun's warmth pressed against your side, his arm draped possessively over your waist as he nuzzled into your neck, planting soft kisses along your sweat-slicked skin.
The blindfold was now discarded on the nightstand, and the room felt charged with the afterglow, the air thick with the scent of your combined arousal.
“Yeun?”
“Hmm?”
You turned your head to meet his gaze. His eyes, dark and sated, locked onto yours, a small smile playing on his lips, “Can I ask you something?” He nodded and you took in a breath, “Can you teach me how to suck you off?”
And that was the day Sim Jaeyun lived his last.
You looked so fucking innocent like this, widened eyes asking him so sweetly such a devilish thing. And it was destroying all his remaining brain cells.
He paused, surprise flickering across his features before it melted into a heated grin, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. “You sure, angel?”
“I want to.” You insisted, propping yourself up on one elbow, your free hand trailing down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, “Wanna make you feel good.”
Jaeyun’s breath hitched at your touch, his cock already stirring to life against your thigh, half-hard from the remnants of your shared pleasure. He nodded, shifting to sit up against the headboard, legs spread wide to make room for you.
“Come here.” He said, voice low and encouraging, patting the space between his thighs. “We’ll go slow.”
You crawled forward on your knees, the mattress dipping under your weight, positioning yourself between his legs. His cock lay heavy against his stomach, thickening as you watched, the shaft veined and flushed, the head still glistening from your earlier release.
A bead of precum formed at the tip, and you felt a fresh wave of curiosity and desire pool in your core. Your hands rested on his thighs, fingers digging into the firm muscle as you leaned in closer, inhaling his musky scent—earthy and intoxicating.
“First, use your hands.” Jaeyun instructed gently, reaching down to guide one of yours to his base. His fingers wrapped around yours, showing you how to grip him loosely, stroking upward in a slow, firm pull that made him groan softly, “Feel how hard I am baby? That's exactly what you do to me, my sweet angel.”
You mimicked the motion on your own, hand sliding along his length, marveling at the velvety smoothness over the rigid heat beneath. Precum smeared under your thumb as you circled the head, and Jaeyun's hips jerked slightly, his hand threading into your hair.
“Good girl.” He praised, voice roughening, “Now your mouth—just lick first.” He instructed softly, his cock bobbing heavy before your face, pre-cum beading at the tip.
You leaned in, tongue darting out to lap at the slit, salty and musky, making him hiss. Your lips parted to suckle the crown, tongue flicking the sensitive underside. He threaded fingers through your hair, not pushing yet, just encouraging.
“Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. Yeah, just like that.” Inch by inch, you slid down, his thickness stretching your mouth, the veins pulsing against your tongue. His cock fully hardened now, standing proud and thick, curving toward your mouth like an invitation.
“Open up, angel.” He murmured, guiding you with a gentle nudge. Your lips stretched around the bulbous head, the fullness pressing against your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked.
Jaeyun moaned, low and deep, his free hand gripping the sheets. “That's it, angel—god, your mouth’s fucking heaven. Bob your head a little for me, thaat’s it.”
You eased down further, inch by inch, your jaw relaxing as you accommodated his girth. Saliva pooled in your mouth, dribbling down his shaft as you sucked and licked, the wet sounds filling the room alongside his ragged breaths.
Your hand twisted at the base, following the rhythm of your mouth, while your other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as he'd shown you earlier in the heat of the moment.
“Look at me.” Jaeyun rasped, and you glanced up through your lashes, seeing the raw hunger in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell. It spurred you on, making you take him deeper, until the head bumped the back of your throat. You gagged but didn't pull back, breathing through your nose, tears pricking your eyes from the effort.
“Easy, sweetheart.” He soothed, thumb stroking your cheek. “God, you’re a—ah ahh—a fuckin natural.”
The praise sent a thrill through you, your pussy clenching emptily as you worked him, alternating between deep sucks and teasing licks along the frenulum. His hips began to rock subtly, fucking your mouth in shallow thrusts, but he kept control, letting you set the pace. Drool escaped the corners of your lips, slicking your chin and his balls, the messiness only heightening the intimacy.
“Can I... faster?” You pulled off briefly to ask, voice muffled and breathless, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock.
“Fuck yes.” He said, guiding your head back down, “Gonna make me cum down your throat, love.”
You redoubled your efforts, bobbing quicker, hand flying along the slick length you couldn't reach. He pushed your head down, guiding you faster, cock sliding deeper into your throat with each thrust. You relaxed, letting him use your mouth, the wet glucks filling the room as he fucked your face. Tears pricked your eyes from the depth, but the thrill of pleasuring him—seeing his abs clench, hearing his moans—kept you going.
You felt him swell, the telltale pulse against your tongue, and hollowed deeper, urging him on with a hum that vibrated through him.
“Take it, baby—all of me.” He grunted, pace quickening. His veiny hand held you steady, pushing until your nose brushed his pelvis, then pulling back just enough for air before plunging again. You sucked harder, tongue working the underside, hand cupping his sack to massage.
You chose to stay, sealing your lips tight as he thrust once, twice, then erupted. Hot spurts of cum flooded your mouth, thick and bitter-salty, coating your tongue as you swallowed convulsively, some dribbling past your lips despite your efforts.
Jaeyun's hand held you there gently through it, body shuddering, a guttural moan tearing from his throat, as he forced you to gulp it all down. Not that you were complaining though.
When he softened, you released him with a pop, licking your lips clean, a shy but satisfied smile breaking across your face as you looked up. Cum glistened on your chin, and he reached down to wipe it away with his thumb, pushing it back into your mouth for you to suck.
“Did I do good, Yeun?” You murmured. He kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue.
“Perfect.” He breathed, pulling you up into his lap for another kiss. You smiled against his lips as he pulled you into his warm arms, feeling sleep take over you.
Love is lust, as it always had been.
But maybe your Yeun could make both of them feel as sweet as cream.
fin.
Taglist: @bkatarina @raven-unkind @shawnyle @starry-eyed-bimbo @nichozzystuffs
divider by @bonnieknowsbest
Saint’s Dream - Sex!addict!Jake x ChurchGirl!Reader
Content & Trigger Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Mention of religion and sins, our boy discover he's an obsessed sadist, reader with inferiority complex and anxiety/Panic attacks, coercion smh, fingering, dry humping/grinding, cum play, Two-faced Jake Sweet → Menace, Obsessed Jake/reader, sub/dom dynamics, soft dom, degradation+praise, kink mention of paraphilia, Overstimulation (r), Slight mind-breaking (r),public, edjing, Dubcon? (mostly in Jake’s head), messy heads, tits lover, marking, breedingkink m, morally gray jake, blasphemous language
WC: 13k~ (didn't really proof read I was sleepy and ovulating on top...enjoy)
You hate Jake Sim. Oh god how you hate this man.
Obviously you do. Because if you didn’t, then every humiliating, small, invisible thing you feel around him would just be…
You.
It’s a thing as old as the day both of you met. This strange inferiority thing you have, that made his kind gestures poison. Cause he’s just so… Jake coded. “Need a hand?” this. “Let me do it for you.” that, always said with that hand-over-heart sincerity. Like some benevolent little saint sent down to rescue the less fortunate. Which, apparently, is you.
And you…
You never refused. or gave him attitude. Cause refusing a guy like Jake would require admitting you resented him. That something about you was wrong.
That you can’t stand the way he outshines you without even trying. That you feel defective standing next to him.
After all, saints are meant to be loved. And Jake was loved by everyone. Everyone, except maybe by you. And eve’ this is not his fault.
It’s yours.
Because that poor Jake was charming in that infuriatingly unconscious way. Soft smiles, careful manners, a body sculpted like God spent extra time on him. Handsome, but acting like he has no idea. Perfect, but almost apologetic for it. Like: Sorry I’m everything you’re not.
He says your name when people praise his grades. Bumps his shoulder against yours when he takes first place and you settle for second. As always.
He leans in too close and murmurs, “Next time, for sure,” with those earnest, pity-puppy eyes, while you fell the anxiety eat you alive.
Even his family, is so aggressively perfect it almost feels satirical.
Rich, but the kind that doesn’t flaunt it because they don’t have to. The kind that somehow raises children with “healthy expectations” instead of generational trauma. No dramatic pressure to be extraordinary. No threats of disappointment. Just effortless excellence, passed down like heirloom silver.
Of course he’d turn out like this.
Perfect.
A saint.
A saint who’s soccer team captain. Your science club president. First seat in violin after school, always a damn chair ahead. Debate club’s crowned prince. The only person you can’t out-argue no matter how long you stay up preparing weeks before. First on the merit board like it’s a birthright to be above yours.
Choir member. Church darling. While you’re just… there. Another girl in a modest skirt trying not to sing off-key.
Even most cited youth volunteer. Which is impressive. Truly. Especially considering you were the president for the past two years.
Two years…
And still it’s his name the pastors say during sermons. “Well, look at Jake,” they’ll say, smiling at him in the third pew. “That’s the kind of young man you should all aspire to be, bla, bla, bla…”
And everyone nods.
You nod too.
Because what else are you supposed to do?
It’s not his fault he excels at everything you bleed for. It’s not his fault people light up when he walks in. It’s not his fault that when you stand next to him, you feel like a smudge on a polished surface.
But it’s easier to think it just is. And in some kind of outragious way it is, because Jake doesn’t even try. That’s the worst part.
He just exists. And somehow, that’s enough to eclipse you.
Because Jake is just everywhere your eyes linger. Everywhere, that’s the problem.
Everywhere you try to excel, every space you polish yourself into something worthy of praise, he appears with effortless and radiant victory, just to cut the grass you were saving for yourself. That brief, intoxicating thrill of being seen, favored, recognize? He reaps it first. Always… first.
You wanted to be him somehow. You mean like him. Perfectly perfect. Still being around him too long made you feel sick—like you were about to throw up and spiral straight into a panic attack.
You were just too much obsessed by him to realize your own outstanding value and charms.
For you, if Jake is virtue, then you are an inventory of sins. If he is modesty, you are secret pride. If he look content, you are greedy.
And if he is purity, sealed neatly behind that chastity ring gleaming on his finger and cross on his neck, then you are pure lust on any kind of attention you could get.
The kind that makes you reckless especially.
The kind that pushes you toward the forgettable fuckable boys at debate regionals. That you let stand a little too close, just to prove you can be wanted too.
The kind that makes you accept wandering hands because it feels good. Because being desired, even just cheaply … Is still being desired?
Sunghoon, for example.
The priest’s youngest assistant. The youth center instructor. Technically too old to look at you the way he does.
But he does. Just now, from the side of the nave, while Father prepares his sermon, his gaze drags over you like he’s already decided he’ll need help moving furniture later at youth session, as always.
You readjust the thin strap of your summer dress, whipping sweat from your neck, boxed into the corner of a wooden pew near the aisle, in that too hot, too old damn of a church in that too small of a town.
The priest clears his throat. Then, almost ceremonially says:
“Anyone under seventeen is dismissed.”
Wood creaks. Shoes scrape. A ripple of confused laughter moves through the congregation as teenagers are herded out, faces pink from heat, whispers louder and louder.
The doors close. The lock sounds heavier than it should. The priest lifts his head.
“Tonight,” he says, “we will speak of the subject of sexuality.”
Your fingers freeze mid-twist in the hem of your dress. Mindlessly exposing your knees.
Half the room low gasps. Someone snorts. Others laugh a bit too loudly, people your age crane their necks, searching for accomplice in embarrassment. Even you turn your head, looking for your friends to share an amused, disbelieving smile with.
And all of you are suddenly curious and aware, and maybe a little dumb.
After it’s the kind of subject we only speak about once a year.
That’s when you see , him. Jake. From the corner of your eye.
Jake’s sited two rows back across the aisle, just behind your friends and their families. Spine straight. Hands clenched on his thighs. Face calm, reverent, unreadable. The saint at rest.
Except—
He look a bit more tired than usual. His eyes dip, just for a second—
To your knees.
To the wrinkled fabric you’ve been worrying on. Then his gaze snaps up, colliding with yours. you don’t even stand it a second and just directly turn back around, that “sorry for existing typa behavior” that you hate about yourself.
It couldn’t have been more than two seconds. Two awkward, desert-dry seconds.
When you risk a quick glance, His attention is back to the priest like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t been looking at you at all. Like you imagined it.
Jake? No way. He doesn’t look at you like that. He actually doesn’t look at anyone like that.
Suddenly you feel wrong. Like maybe your dress is stained and no one told you. Maybe there’s something on your face. Maybe your knees look awkward. Too bare. Too obvious. Too much.
You resist the urge to check. To wipe at your mouth. To smooth your dress again. To twist around and confirm whether Jake’s still looking — or if he ever was.
Good girl. Be still. Be quiet. You don’t turn around. You don’t look for Jake. At Jake. You don’t ask yourself why your pulse hasn’t settled.
Because the priest has begun.
“Desire,” he says, as you take your deepest breath, “is not a sin in itself. It is a trial.” His voice is calm and practiced. “The body,” he continues, “is a battlefield. What you do with it determines whether you rule it or whether it rules you.”
You swallow, lowering your eyes fading in your cogitations.
“There is submission,” he says, “and there is domination. Both exist in God’s design. The danger lies in confusing control with righteousness.”
Your thighs press together before you realize you’ve moved, wrinkling the white fabric of your dress some more.
“Purity,” the priest continue, “is not ignorance. It is discipline.”
You listen.
But do you really? Yeah, god made everyone imperfect, yeah there’s a plan. yeah, the doctrine. Original sin and all that. Maybe yours is that ugly, gnawing need to be wanted. To be looked at and not overlooked. To be desired down to the bone.
And somewhere between the pulpit and the pew—wedged awkwardly between your faith and that gnawing little knot of guilt in your chest—you start to wonder if you’re really the only one here fighting off thoughts that have absolutely no business being inside a church.
Surely not. Statistically, that would be ridiculous. But—-your eyes scan discretly around you—if there are secret perverts sitting politely between the hymnals and the folded hands, and somehow it isn’t you… then who, exactly, is it?
You caught the priest assistant, Sunghoon lingering a look on you at that right fucking moment, as you regain consciousness and stop bit your lower lip. He’s giving you that one look that tells : you’re doing a remarkably poor job of pretending purity princess.
You’re asking for it, huh, he’s probably thinking.
You try to get it together, while your thoughts misbehave. Spectacularly sharing them thru eyes contact with that Sunghoon guy.
Maybe you’re ovulating. That has to be it. Because why else would your mind go there—imagining him in those same church clothes he’s wearing now, backing you into the confessional, crowding that small space until there’s nowhere left for you to escape. Just to force his hand under your already humid and smiring with anticipation panties, like he has some right to check. To make sure you’re still what you’re supposed to be. Still a good girl. Still unprepared, unready, unstretched.
Just to leave you, legs parted, wanting more, with your juice drying on his finger for his own fun.
you can almost feel those cold, veiny hands on you—enough to make your back oh so lightly arch before you can stop yourself.
Reality comes crashing back the moment your parents stand up. The sudden rustling of people around you breaking your… very unchurchlike train of thought.
Incredible. Truly. Your brain picks church—of all places—for that.Fucking get a grip.
Most of it, you missed. You rise in a too quick move, smoothing your dress with hands that are too sweaty, slipping into the current of families clustering together, voices overlapping in familiarity.
You’re fine with this part. This is not the reason you take three type of diferent pills to calm your anxiety. You greet people automatically. Smile where expected. Nod at the right moments. Ask polite questions you don’t really care about.Your normal social self.
It’s only when you notice who your parents are greeting now that something in you tightens.
Jake’s parents.
Of course…
Your mother hugs his with the kind of warmth she reserved for people she’s already decided are good and above, and his father easily laughs with yours.
And you? You angle your body away on instinct, already planning your escape to the youth group, when your mother’s voice cuts in.
“Don’t just hover,” she says. “Say hi, love.”
“Ms Sim, Mr Sim” you reply smoothly bowing your head, with that shy smile, greeting and chatting as you try hard not to look at Jake, “…I’ll go catch up with friends, have safe trip home.” You bow, almost excusing yourself.
but your mom raises an eyebrow.
“You’ve been ‘catching up’ for weeks. Stay here. It’s impolite.”
Before you can try countering, Jake’s mother steps closer as elegant and unhurried as always, smiling like she knows exactly how things are supposed to go.
“Jake,” she says gently, resting a hand between his shoulder blades. “Why don’t you to go join the group too. Walk her over, okay?” It’s perfect. Kindness, handled exactly how you wished you mom would have.
His mother gives you the“good girl eye” the one in between “if I had a daughter like you…” and “my poor child…” you’re used of reiveving from her since childhood.
Jake turns to you. You meet his eyes too late, then look away too quickly.
There it is. This, is the part you’re bad at. Not people. Not conversation. Just him. Just Jake freaking Sim.
Because around Jake, you’ve always felt this… The gap. Since middle school. Since spelling bees and gold stars and teachers comparing you with soft smiles.
Your effort, his ease, you studying until 2 a.m, and him just existing.
“Sure,” he says, like there was never another option.
Shit, shit, shit. You start feelling it… The anxiety.
Jake falls into step beside you down the aisle, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, shoulders close enough to look friendly, far enough to stay saintly, just socially acceptable. An d you only want one thing : get away. Just to calm that thing that is going on in your stomach.
You don’t realise, but Jake can feel your tension radiating like heat. Your shoulders rigid, your eyes everywhere except on his face, and your stomach probably hollowing out with that familiar unconfortable churn you get whenever he’s near.
He’s memorized it by now: the way you try to straighten your spine, pretend you’re fine, pretend he doesn’t make you want to puke from nerves and something else.
God, it’s pathetic.
And it’s perfect.
You, are so perfect.
He sees everything you try to hide, enjoy every little bit. The awkward fidget, the way your eyes dart anywhere. Every stutter, every forced smile, he catalogs it all.
Fuck, Jake wants to do you so bad it hurts; wants to shove you against the nearest pew, yank that dress up, and fuck until you’re crying his name instead of choking on it.
Keep it together, Jake. Golden boy. Church darling. You can’t let the mask crack.
“You alright?” he asks, voice light—like he’s just the nice guy checking in, as if he wasn’t getting off on your every reaction.
“Hm?” You blink up at him, wide-eyed, caught off guard.
It’s brilliant, that deer-in-headlights thing you do, it just, never gets old.
His gaze drops. Lower. To those fingers you’ve been white-knuckling since the sermon started. “You’ve been clenching your hands all night.”
Your eyes snap down. Fingers guilty half-second too late. And your anxiety rize. Jake can practically see it takes form…
Good.
“I… didn’t realize,” you mumble, voice barely there, with that akward smile.
“I know...” Jake is mesmerized, he watches your breath hitch. You’ve been doing this all service, twisting those fingers like they’re your only anchor. And yeah, he’s been watching. Longer than tonight actually. Longer than you’ll ever guess. “I mean,… I thought maybe you weren’t feeling well,” he continues, “You looked tense.”
A small, strangled laugh escapes you—like you’re one wrong breath from vomiting. Fuck. That sound shoots straight to his cock. He wants to push harder, make it a bit worse, make you dizzy with it maybe. But he need to control himself, If you ever realise, if you ever guess that he’s getting off on your disconfort it’s the end.
“No, I—it’s just a bad habit.” Your hands flap uselessly. Awkward smile plastered on. Stop, he imagines you screaming internally. He almost smirks.
He hums instead. “You should stop.” Another beat. Thin and charged. “I mean…” his eyes drop to your dress. “Look here.”
Jake brushes the threadbare spot you’ve been torturing. Two fingers. That’s all. No grab, no force, just the lightest graze, and your reaction is immediate.
He watches it ripple: pressure sinks through fabric, heat blooms, shiver rockets up your thigh. Goosebumps explode across your legs. Breath snags hard. Thighs twitch in the slightliest way together, desperatly, before you clamp them still.
Fuck. He wants to spread those thighs so bad right now, make you twitch for hours—-Stop! Keep it together, Jake. Control it.
He should stop, he need to. But teasing you is so addicting. “Look,” he murmurs, with that softer smile tilting, almost fond. “its thinner here… than here.”
His veiny hands doesn’t retreat. His fingers slide, slow, deliberate, along the curve of your thigh. Fabric bunches between histhumb and forefinger. His knuckles drag bare skin for three perfect, torturous second. Warm and rougher than you expected from him.
You hadn’t noticed the wear. But he did. On every spot of every cloth you were around him.
“Oh,” you breathe. “Right…” You say taking a step back.
hm? Are you trying to get away? Maybe he did go a bit far, he think. but…
“You’ll stop?” Jake say gently enough to make you doupt if it is a question or a soft command.
And you nod, more like a reflexive. But to him it’s like you’re being obedience, a pathetic state of you that make his dick twitch. You, doing everything he order you to.
He doesn’t move. Tempted to try a bit more.
“Don’t just nod.” It’s almsot imperseptible but his voice drops lower.
“Say yes.”
Your mouth goes dry—he sees the swallow stick. Another traitor nod slips out that make him wanna grab on your jaw, but the word scrapes free finally.
“Y—yes.”
Fuck, Jake fucking loves it. His smile blooms full. The polite one everyone love, yeah. But in this case, he’s just satisfied. Pupils flaring wide for half a heartbeat.
His hand twitches toward your head, like he wants to pat you, like a good pet, but suddenly he snaps out of his little ego trip and reroutes it to your shoulder, remembering he’s not supposed to be this blatant… but oh how he wants it.
Fuck it. It’s not the agreement that gets him half hard. Not even close. It’s the surrender in your personality. The way you surrender without a word, without a fight. How can you be this submisive, angel ? The way you don’t fight back. The way those doe eyes almost beg him to leave you alone… somehow that makes him go harder. Makes him need it.
At first, he didn’t get it. Why this pulls him in so much. Why the simple fact that you’re uncomfortable makes his brain—and apparently his dick—start running the show.
You too don’t get it yet.
Key word : yet.
To say all of this started with pity-hatred would be putting it mildly.
It was the first time in his entire fucking life Jake’s ever felt something so disgustingly potent crawl inside his chest. He still remembers the exact second you got him hopelessly addicted to the sick thrill of having power over you.
Two years ago, at the regional spelling bee auditorium, behind the scenes while everyone was rehearsing—the perfect little prodigy with your too-neat hair and modest knee-length skirt who was supposed to be untouchable— was in some other school senior's arms, pressed against a dark corner backstage’s curtain. His mouth on the side of your neck, leaving wet marks.
His hand shoved so far up under your skirt Jake could see the skin of your inner thigh flexing. And you moaned, a shy whimpering that punched straight through Jake’s balls, as your hips rocked forward shamelessly chasing for more.
That was that. The day Jake realized hate and want could live in the same heartbeat and feel exactly the same.
His first public hard-on. Right there sitting on folding chairs in front of hundreds, cock throbbing painfully against the zipper of his khakis while he watched you sitting down silently next to him. You, the only girl he’d ever really wanted, who got finger-fucked like she was starving for it minutes ago, and then spelling: Floccinaucinihilipilification.
You were his first real crush. His stupid, innocent puppy love.
His first heartbreak.
And—most importantly—his first real taste of rage.
How could you fucking dare give those sounds toa stranger. For days he observed you, just to realise his pure crush on you turned you into an angel you actually weren’t.
Those moans looped in his skull for weeks. The way your cheeks flushed such a violent pink. The glassy, faraway look in your eyes right before you came. The shuddering, thighs trembling, the tiny, broken cry slipping out as you soaked that bastard’s hand.
Jake came so hard that night he saw stars. Ropes of thick cum painting his stomach while his brain short-circuited, replaying nothing but your wrecked face over and over.
First time he’d ever jerked off thinking about someone specific.
First time he experienced the pleasure of rolling over and fucking a pillow thinking of a girl inner thighs while begging for repentance.
And first time he understood what it meant to want to own someone.
From that day forward it stopped being about trophies, debate medals, perfect report cards, or the endless parade of “suitable” playdates his mom tried to arrange. None of it hit the same as the urge to touch you.
Nothing got him stupidly, painfully hard like the fantasy of finally cornering you—maybe in the back stacks of the library where you always fall asleep with your cheek smushed against an open textbook, or in an empty chem lab after hours.
He daydreamed to wash your mouth out with his tongue until you tasted like him. Wanted to bruise the skin that should’ve always belonged to him.
Wanted to be the first—and only—one to rip new sounds and reactions out of that pretty face. He wished to experiment his new obsessions on you.
And suddenly he realised that every time he smiled that gentle, angelic, good-boy smile while quietly dismantling your confidence, your eyes would go glassy, stomach visibly clenching like you were trying not to cry right there.
And fuck, that made him leak in his briefs.
It was weird. And it was scary. The thought of being purposely bad to someone was against everything he believed in.
Still, no award ceremony, no valedictorian speech, no other girl ever gave him that same feral rush. Nothing got him harder, faster, than watching you shrink under his saintly cruelty.
It’s your fault. He persuaded himself. You, turned him into a sinner.
By the time you reach the youth group, voices overlap and the moment dissolves. You both join your friends suddenly aware of your own body in a way that feels like a low vibration under your ribs.
The group is seated in a loose circle, attention focused on Brother hoon, who sits on a low chair at the end of the circle, hands folded, expression impassive.
“As Father mentioned tonight,” he says, “desire is not something to fear. Strong feelings do not make us bad people.” He smiles softly. “They make us human. What matters is how love and understanding the path of god guides them.”
He looks around the circle.
“Does anyone have a passage they think speaks to that?”
Silence.
People avoid eye contact. Someone shifts. But Jake raises his hand without hesitation.
“John 3:16,” he says evenly. “It reminds us that love is intentional. Chosen. Sacrificial. And that sacrifices vanish a lot of sins.”
Nods ripple through the group. You hesitate, then speak before you can stop yourself.
“First Peter,” you say quietly. “4:9.” You swallow, then continue. “It says that above all, we should have fervent love for one another, because love covers a multitude of sins.”
Brother Sunghoon's smile deepens.
“That’s very good,” he says looking at you, “both of you.” You lower your gaze, warmth creeping into your face. Heat floods your cheeks. Oh, how pathetic it feels to crave that tiny scrap of recognition, like a dog waiting for a pat on the head. But from him? It's everything. You drop your gaze to your lap, fingers twisting the hem of your dress, a stupid smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.
Across the circle, Jake watches. He sees it all: the way your eyes light up for Sunghoon, the flush that creeps up your neck, the shy curve of your mouth.
Head over heels, aren't you? For that guy?.
Jake's jaw tightens. Your lips... His nails dig into his palms without him realising until he feels the warm trickle of skin tiring. Your lips, could smile at him instead. Why couldn’t they he’s always so good to you. So gentlmen. You could at least thank him for always having you in his mind. those same soft lips of yours you btting nervously could be parted around his cock as a thank you, no? You could look at him with those same shy eyes, through those long lashes, begging for that guidance he will surely give you better than anyone else. He’d be so good to you if you letted him. He clenches harder.
You have no idea the storm you're stirring in him, do you? All innocent and fluttering for the wrong man. Fuck he’s doing it again…
Jake reajust himself in the chair, hopping no one noticed, and study keep going until brother Sunghoon claps his hands once, gentle but decisive.
“Let’s do this, for this week exercise” he says. “I want you to pair up with someone,” he gesture, encouraging. “talk together about a desire, something, anything. that is stuck within you and let the other one show acceptance and understanding. It’s about recognizing when it isn’t ours to indulge, and how understanding it helps us accept it, then guide it. Not repress it as a danger. But how to dominate it.”
Murmurs spread. People already turn toward safe friends, prepping harmless confessions: I procrastinate so much…, I love junk food, I desire to skip Bible study sometimes, oops, haha. You do too, wayving at your friend, already scripting something bland and forgivable in your head. Something oh so harmless, that anyone could say “it‘s okay! How about journaling about it?” to.
Then Brother Sunghoon adds, almost offhand adds“Let’s keep it simple… I’ll pair you.” He starts calling names. Your heart drops with each one. Until he reaches you.
“You… With… Jake.” He smiles.
NO.
No,no,no,no.
Your breath catches, sharp and shallow. The room tilts a little. Why you? What could you possibly tell him? Something safe, or... God, what if anything slips out? He’s that good at talking people thru… Your hands tremble, chest tightening like a shrinked shirt. Air feels thin. It’s is a trap, isn't it? Another way for him to see how beneath him you are—frumpy little you, with your buttoned-up blouses and anxious fidgeting, spilling your soul to perfect Jake. Why does it have to be him? Your pulse hammers in your ears, vision blurring at the edges. Breathe. Just breathe. But your lungs won't cooperate, and the panic coils tighter.
He flashes that pure, trustworthy smile everyone melts for, raises his hand in a small, casual hi~ wave. Your friends shoot you those smug, giddy looks—“You’re so lucky!”—like this is some divine rom-com moment.
For one wild second you consider faking illness. Clutching your stomach, bolting for the bathroom, anything. God must be punishing you. This is divine retribution dressed in flannel and soft brown eyes. Or maybe Jake engineered it, whispered to Sunghoon, pulled strings. No, that's paranoid. But the thought makes your stomach churn harder.
“Keep in mind,” Sunghoon adds brightly, “accept with open arms. Show your partner grace. Try to find healthy paths forward together.”
Open arms…
Everyone stands.
You hesitate half a beat too long—long enough that Jake notices—then force your legs to move. Chin up. Shoulders squared. You flash him the smile you’ve practiced in mirrors a hundred times: sweet and polite, that you think look effortless. No one would ever guess how much it costs you, how your heart's racing like it's trying to escape your chest.
You meet him halfway across the room.
“So,” he says quietly, leaning in just enough that his voice stays private, “where do you wanna do this?”His tone is light. Curious. As if the answer doesn’t matter at all. and some jaleous girls side eyes you.
But, the answer genuinely doesn’t matter,.
No it actually does.
It matters so much your throat is closing around it. You need open space. People. Fresh air. A clear line of sight to the bathroom so you can bolt when the panic claws up your esophagus and you have to puke your shame into a toilet stall. Anywhere but—
“I think…” You chew the inside of your lower lip raw, teeth catching skin. Your hand drifts up, nails slidding between your teeth before you even register the motion. Bite. Release. Bite again. You scan the room like there’s an escape hatch nobody told you about. “Anywhere. Anywhere’s fine…”
Jake watches the whole pathetic performance. A second too long. His eyes darken, pupils swallowing the soft brown until they look almost black. He’s already picturing it: those same nervous teeth replaced with something thicker, your lips stretched and glistening, shy eyes flicking up at him while you choke on praise and drool. Fuck. He’ll break that nail-biting habit one day. Replace it with better habits. On your knees. Swollen mouth. Full of him.
“Study room, downstairs then.”
No.
No!!
The word screams in your head but your mouth stays shut. Those coffin-sized side rooms. No windows. No air that isn’t recycled through his lungs first. No witnesses. Bathroom a whole hallway away. You’ll suffocate. You’ll die in there. You’ll—
You nod too fast. Legs move on autopilot. You trail half a step behind him like a scolded puppy…
Inside, the room is smaller than you remembered. Sterile. Dim. One lamp throwing long shadows. Just a table against a the wall. Two chairs. Jake fucking Sim.
And your heart hurts. You want to go home…
Jake let's you go in first and the room is small you can just smell the clean cotton of his shirt and the faint cedar of whatever cologne he wears. He pulls out your chair, oh so gnetlemenly, and you drop into it so fast the legs scrape. You curl your hands into fists so he won’t see the trembling.
When Jake joins and sit… he’s too damn close. His knees bracket yours, because there isn’t anywhere else to be. You decide to make an exercice out of trying to keep yours sealed tight long enough not to touch his.
You fold your hands on the hem of your dress and suddenly flash back to when Jake told you to stop hits.
You stop.
He looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room worth seeing. And you stastically are. Because it’s hard to calm your heart by pointing at five things in a room where the. things you see are a lamp and Jake. The silence settles, not really awkward. but as present as a third person you almost count.
Your eyes locks on the door handle behind him. He locked it. Of course he locked it. Why did he locked it? And why is there no window in the room. why is there no ventilation too? No other sounds than your breathing slowly catching.
Your vision blur in the corners.
Shit, shit, shit.
Jake tilts his head, gets closer, concern creasing his brow in that perfect, practiced way. “Hey… you okay? You look…” He pauses, voice dropping softer. “You look a bit stressed.”
Liar. He’s not concerned. He’s enjoying every seconds. You can’t feel it too much in your own head, to see the way his gaze drags over your flushed cheeks, your bitten lip, the slow frantic rise and fall of your chest. Your panic is turning him on and he hates himself for it and he loves it more.
“I—I’m fine,” you whisper. Your tongue feels thick. “Just… It’s hot. In here.”
fuck it’s almost summer, and the church can’t have a window or some kind of fan in a corner.
“You sure?” He leans forward. Elbows on the table. Closer. “Your hands are shaking. You’re pale.” His fake worry drips from every syllable like honey. “Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”
You want to scream leave me alone. Instead your mouth opens and closes like a dying fish. His finger shyly catch on chin to makes you look at him. And nausea surges, hot climbing your throat. The room spins. You lurch to your feet.
Bad idea, angel.
Your legs give out like wet paper. You don’t even stumble gracefully, you literally crumple forward, knees hitting the floor hard between Jake’s spread thighs, nails scraping at the wood between his leags. The impact jars up your spine, but the real pain is the way your chest locks tighter, air refusing to come in more than frantic little sips.
He freezes for half a heartbeat. Eyes wide. Then something darker flickers across his face.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Hey—hey, I-I think you’re having a panic attack.”
He should call for Sunghoon. He knows he should. Yell. Open the door. Get the saintly brother in here to lay hands and pray he can calm your allergy to him.
But he doesn’t move.
Instead his hands shoot out.One clamping around your jaw, firm enough to tilt your face up to his, the other slids to cradle the back of your neck just like he’s been rehearsing in his dreams for months.
“Easy,” he murmurs, thumb stroking once along the edge of your lower lip—almost tender. “Breathe for me, okay? You’re safe. Just breathe.”
You try. God, you try. But your lungs are made of stone. Your vision swims. Tears already sting the corners of your eyes because everything feels too loud, too close, too him.
Jake’s jaw ticks. His voice drops lower. “Come here.”
He hauls you up, not roughly, but with purpose, straight into his lap so you’re straddling him face-to-face. Your knees bracket his hips on the narrow chair; your dress bunches high on your thighs. His hands stay where they are: one still gripping your jaw, the other curled possessively around the back of your neck, keeping you from looking away.
You’re close enough to see the flecks of brown in his dark irises, the tiny scar on his upper lip, the way his pupils have blown wide. Close enough to feel every ragged exhale fan across your mouth.
“Still not breathing right,” Jake says, voice low, almost disappointed. His thumb strokes once along the seam of your lips, “open your mouth, angel.”
Your lips and eyes tremble, stay sealed. Terror and humiliation glue them shut.
He exhales sharply through his nose. Then two thick fingers push past your teeth without preamble. They hook over your tongue and press, stretching the soft inner skin of your cheeks until they pull tight, until your jaw screams from the angle. You gag hard, helpless, the sound is wet and obscene in the room you’re ashamed.
“Fuck,” he hisses, hips twitching once beneath you. His cock is already straining against his jeans, pressing insistently against your core through thin fabric. “Breathe, thru your mouth. In through your nose… out slow. Come on.”
You try—God, you try—but every inhale shoves his fingers deeper, every failed exhale drags more saliva spilling over his knuckles, dripping down your chin and his hand. Your tears stream freely now and a choked, broken whimper vibrates around the intrusion.
He groans low in his throat, head dropping back a bit to enjoy the show.
“You’re fucking killing me like this.”
His free hand slides down—under the hem of your dress and you jolt when it goes past the lace edge of your panties, until his palm flattens over your lower belly. Big. His hand is big. Spanning so much skin you feel tiny, fragile and kind of owned. He presses firm rhythmics. Up on the inhale, down on the exhale. Forcing your diaphragm to obey.
“Like that,” he whispers, breath mingling with yours. “Good girl. Follow my hand. In… out…”
The pressure make your insides wierd, his fingers stretching your mouth, petting your tongue like something precious turn your brain mushy. His palm grinds slightly more possessive, close enough to the fabric of your panties that your clit drags on the friction you can’t ignore. His head tips; his lips brush your temple once barely there.
“If you need to puke,” he rasps, voice cracking with restraint, “tell me, I don’t give a fuck.”
The words hit meaner than he usually speaks. He’s diferent more dominating. A soft, shattered sound tears from your throat: half sob, half plea. Drool glistens on his fingers, strings of it connecting to your swollen lips when he finally, agonizingly, slowly, withdraws them.
Three minutes. Maybe four. Your breathing stuttered, catched, steadied and now ragged gasps smooth into something almost even.
His hand stays splayed on your belly. You feels your hands again finally, resting on your thighs, when you look at them you catch on the buldge of is cock throbing beneath you with every shaky inhale you take. But you don’t look away, and not at him.
And jake doesn’t speak for a long beat.
Then, barely audible he says: “Better?”
Your tongue still tastes like the salt of his skin. You can’t answer too everwelmed, and suddenly fresh tears slip down your cheeks.
His thumb strokes once over your lower stomach, just gentle now.
“Shhh, Good girl,” he breathes. And the praise sinks into you like a cold patch on your fever, even as you tremble in his arms, with nowhere left to hide, “There you go,” he murmurs, voice all honeyed, post-crisis soft. “You’re okay, angel. Just breathe. It’s alright. Everything’s alright.”
Jake speak in the same tone people use on scared puppies or crying kids. Like he handed you a participation trophy for almost blacking out in his lap.
You’re calm(ish). Breathing steady. Heart still hammering, sure, but no longer trying to punch through your ribs.
Jake, though?
Jake is not calm.
The thick, insistent ridge of him presses up against your core through his jeans and your bunched skirt. Hard enough that every tiny shift of your hips drags a low hiss from between his teeth. You feel it twitch when you swallow. Feel it throb when your breath hitches. He’s leaking through the fabric—you’re almost sure of it—and the realization makes fresh heat flood your face.
You can’t look at him.
Not for the next two minutes that stretch into a miserable eternity.
So you do the only thing your body knows how to do when cornered: you tuck your face into the warm crook of his neck. Hide there. His skin smells like cedar and clean sweat and something faintly metallic—like he’s been biting the inside of his cheek too. Your nose presses against his pulse. It’s racing faster than yours.
His hand slides up. Fingers card gently through your hair—slow, soothing strokes from crown to nape. Petting you like you’re fragile porcelain.
His other hand drops and settles high on your bare thigh, thumb resting just under the hem of your panties. Not moving. Just… there. Claiming space. Testing how long you’ll let it stay
How the fuck are you this cute? Jake thinks, jaw tight. Hiding in his neck like a scared little cat. All flushed and messy and still trying to be good.
But the next thought comes faster and uglier:
How do he turns this into you coming completely undone under me?
He turns it over in his head like a Rubik’s cube he already knows the solution to. Every angle. Every justification.
You’re already so wet. Jake can feels it. you’re shaking because you wants it too, you’re just too shy to admit it. I could fix that. He thinks. I could make you need me so bad you’d forgets how to breathe without my permission. Make you crawl. Make you beg. Make you thank him for every things.
This is toxic as hell.
But what if it’s good for both of you?
What if Jake could give you exactly what you’r too scared to ask for, and once he’d you experience it, maybe these sick thoughts will finally shut the fuck up? Like finally playing that one game you’ve been obsessing over for years, beating it in one all-nighter, and then never touching it again because… meh. Done. Satisfied.
Yeah… He’s bad at lying to himself…
“You feel better?” he asks quietly, lips brushing your temple.
You nod against his neck. Tiny. Barely there.
He exhales like he’s been holding the breath for centuries.
“You know…” His voice drops lower, almost confessional. “I get like that too. Around you.”
You freeze.
“Not… not exactly like that,” he adds quickly. “But I feel… off. Not myself. Wired. Like my skin’s too tight.”
Silence. But you can hear his heartbeat so distinctly.
You shift barely an inch, and realize too late how it looks: the straps of your dress fallen off your shoulders, hair a wrecked halo, cheeks stained and humid. You look fucked already and he hasn’t even kissed you nor touched you.
Jake’s bangs are messy now, falling into his eyes. He looks… different. Maybe hungrier. Less like the golden youth-group Jake and more like some guy who’s been starved and have his. first meal in front him.
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Jake half-smiles anf it’s devastating. You never saw him like that.
The thoughts flood back so fast he almost groans out loud.
He never really watched porn. Didn’t need to. But his brain’s been running a private channel starring you for months. You biting your lip when you’re nervous? Jake wants those lips on his cock instead. You tugging your hair when you’re frustrated? Jake want his fist wrapped in it while he fucks you till you cry. You fidgeting with your skirt hem? Jake wants to flip it up, spread you open, pull out dripping and smear the mess across your panties until you’re glazed and whimpering his name.
Jake’s fingertips graze a stray strand from your cheek. Your breath stutters. He smirks every time your eyes dart away.
“You’re uncomfortable around me, hm?”
You shake your head so violently your hair whips his chin.
He chuckles softly and dark. “It’s okay.” His humb traces your cheekbone now, slowly, deliberatly, cataloging every twitch. “I don’t mind. Actually… I kinda like it.”
His eyes follow his own touch like he’s hypnotized.
“You hate me?”
Another violent head shake.
“I won’t believe you if you don’t speak, angel.”
“I…” Your tongue darts over dry, bruised lips. You swollow dry.“I don’t hate you…” The whisper is so quiet it barely exists.
But it’s enough.
He readjusts under you. A deliberate grind that makes you gasp. and he smiles, soft and so fucking fond it hurts.
“You know…” His thumb drags over your bottom lip, pressing just enough to part it. “I tried everything to not think of this. Doubled prayer time, knelt till my knees bruised. Ran till I puked. Anything to exhaust my body, starve my mind. But the harder I tried to kill it… the clearer the pictures of you got. You. Just you. Every fucking time.”
“…What?” you whisper.
“I’m doing the exercise right now,” he says, voice cracking just a little. is head drops to your neck this time. He inhales deep your perfume, your fear-sweat, your arousal. “Fuck, it’s weird saying it out loud.”
Your heart skips a beat painfully.
“It’s just… I keep fantasizing. Obsessing. You’re the only one I think about when I—” He cuts himself off, lips brushing your skin. “I don’t know what to do. What should I do, hm? Tell me.”
Brother Sunghoon’s voice echoes in your skull like divine intervention gone wrong: Accept with open arms. he said Show your partner grace. he said. Try to find healthy paths forward together. He said.
Your hands fly to his shoulders gripping like he’s rock on your chest.
“You… what kind of thoughts?”
He fights the grin. Loses. It spreads slow and victorious across his face.
Got you.
He leans in until his mouth ghosts your ear.
“When you bite your lip? I want to replace your teeth with mine. Want to suck that plump little mouth till it’s swollen and you’re whimpering into my tongue.”
Your thighs clench involuntarily.
“When you chew your nails? I want them scratching down my back while I’m buried so deep you forget your own name.” You swallow. “Want to see those same fingers wrapped around my cock, slick and trembling, guiding every inch down your throat till you gag and swallow every drop I pump into you.”
His hand slides higher on your thigh—fingertips grazing the damp edge of your panties. Fuck what a pool.
“When you tug your hair? I want my fist in it. Pulling just hard enough to make your eyes water while I fuck your mouth slow. Pull out to wipe the mess across your lips like the lips balm you always put on and ends up licking. I want to make you taste how wrecked you make me.”
Jake’s touching you everywhere he shouldn’t under your dress. Grazing his way up your hips, teasing the small of your back, mapping out every spot he’s dreamed about ruining.
“Ahhh, sorry… it’s probably just wierd,” he lies smoothly, voice shy and coaxing. “I think it’s like, hormones and curiosity. Once I… do it. Once I get it out of my system, it’ll stop. I’ll be normal again.”
So that what it is. That’s what Sim Jaeyun had in his head all allong. “You’ll accept this part me, hm?”
“Hm?”
He’s eyes are doing this puppy thing “…That’s what the exercise is for, right?”
Fuck… The exercice…
Your panties are soaked. You can feel it all hot and sticky, more than the fabric can hold. Your clit throbed in time with his words and he just don’t shutted up. You’re dizzy again, but for a different reason.
Maybe you’re trying to help. Maybe you’re just that far gone. Maybe you just want that buldge that much… And it’s okay.
Cause love and acceptance erase a lot of sins, no?
“You… want to try?” you whisper.
Jake thrives. His eyes darken and travel everyplace he want to touch, mark and own. “Will you let me?”
For a second you almost see that shadow behind the soft dark of his eyes, the part you never saw before, and think not anyone ever saw.
You’re too wet, too shaky and too lost in the heat radiating between you, to be able to think twice so—-
You nod.
“Say it.” His eyes beg, lips tasting your with a graze.
“Ok…Yes.”
He exhales like the war is finally over and he’s the only soldier left standing. “Good,” he breathes, thumb dragging slow across your bottom lip one last time, bitting his, like he’s sealing a contract.
And just like that, his daydream becomes reality.
Jake’s eyes go black, his pupils swallowing everything soft and church-boy-ish about him. They rake down your body like he’s already mapping every place he wants to bruise, bite, own. His hands flex and fingers twitching with the too many impulses that come at him in once: rip that dress? pin your wrists? spread you wide? make you cry his name? God itself shouldn’t witness the thoughts he’s having right now.
He’s still trying to convince himself that, this, is just hormones. Just a phase. Just the exercise.
But the lie is thinning fast as his dick take control over his brain.
“It’s your fault… I wasn’t like that before you,” he mutters, voice low and cracked. “You sat there with your smile, biting your lip, tugging your hair, fidgeting like a nervous little thing—and it’s like you’re begging me—to… Take control. You think that’s fair?”
You blink up at him, chest heaving. “Wh… why am I the problem? It’s your—”
He cuts you off by hauling you up effortlessly, spinning you until your ass hits the edge of the table. He lifts you like you weigh nothing, lays you flat on the cold wood. and yanks one of your legs high, hooking it over his shoulder.
He bites down on the inside of your calve and you iss, teeth sinking just enough to make pain bloom brightly and hot.
You yelp, and the sound bounces off the walls. He smirks against your skin, tongue flicking over the fresh mark. “Why so uncomfortable around me, hm? Allergic?”
You squeeze your eyes shut. Shaking your head. Too shy. Too overwhelmed. Too wet. He lets your leg fall. Steps in closer, with one leg on the table, and leans down for your mouth.
You panic, your hands fly up, palms flat against his mouth, pushing him back an inch.
“What?” His voice drops dangerously soft against your palm.
You shake your head again. No. Not that. Not yet maybe.
“You said I could try anything,” he reminds you, eyes narrowing like a sad puppy.
“Not… not that.”
He looks unhappy. Jake jaw ticks, then his hand shoots to your jaw firmly, tilting your head to the side.His lips find the nape of your neck instead and sucks hard. He marks you, and you feel the bruise blooming already.
“I’ll make you beg for a kiss,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “I’ll make you crawl for it.”
His fingers hook the thin straps of your summer dress and with one smooth tug the fabric slides down your arms, pools at your waist, then drops to the floor entirely. You’re left in nothing but damp cotton white panties and your red Converse and white socks, shivering.
His palms cover your breasts too hard at first. You wince, brows pinching. He watches your face like it’s scripture. Adjusts. Squeezes again. Just a bit softer. Then harder. Jake is testing and learning every twitch, every hitch in your breath.
You finally open your eyes and meet his.
To realise he’s gone. Gone gone.
Not Jake anymore. Something trance-like. Pupils blown. Breathing shallow. Mouth parted like he’s receiving a vision.
“Jake…?”
“Let me see,” he rasps. “All the kinds of faces you can make.”
He drops his mouth on your nipple with his dark eyes on you. ANd feel his thick lips, fangs grazing. Tongue swirling slow, then flicking sharp. He captures everything: the way your fingers dig into his shoulders to push him away, the helpless rock of your hips against his bulge, the little space between your parted lips where silent cries keep slipping out.
He’s addicted.
He tries for your mouth again. And you block him. Again. He growls like an unhappy dog in his throat. Grabs your hips and jsut forces them down hard against his cock to make grind you along the length until you yelp and yelp and yelp again.
His thumb traces your lips. Slips inside. Hooks your cheek. Fuck, he loves this view: your brows bending in that perfect needy arch, eyes watering, lashes clumping. His favorite expression. The cry-baby you.
“God bless you for being such a perfect little cry baby,” he mutters. “He made you for me. Look at you. You’re built to fall apart under my hands, hm?”
Your brain short-circuits. What the hell is he saying? This isn’t Jake. This is—
Three fingers shove past your lips. Stretch your mouth wide. He hyperfixates—watching the way your tongue flattens, the drool that pools, the way your throat works around the intrusion.
“I always see it,” he says, voice wrecked. “You biting your crayons, your nails, your lips... Every little anxious quirk. Makes me want to replace them all. Want to fuck your mouth until you’re choking on me instead of anything else .”
You hear his zipper.
He’s stroking himself now, slowly, his head bumping against the drenched cotton between your thighs. Soft whimpers escape you both.
He stops everything. Focuses on the wet patch. The sticky mess you’ve made.
“Fuck… how can you be this wet?”
His thumbs presses and stroke everywhere you wet yourself, traces the shadow of your entrance through the fabric, firmly, slowy. And you slap a hand over your mouth, eyes darting to the door.
“Jake—someone could—”
He doesn’t hear you. He’s too far gone.
He keeps smearing your slickness, adding his own leaking precum until the white cotton is translucent, clinging, buried between your folds.
Both your breaths come faster, heavier.
“I want to fuck you so bad.” He notches the head against your clit with forces pressure. You jolt—whole body arching.
You stare at him, and a sudden realization hits: he’s touching a pussy for the first time. No?
He’s acting like he want to force it inside, but he doesn’t even know where and what it really looks like up close. He’s on instinct, hunger mode. It’s thrilling. And it’s terrifying. He won’t listen. Won’t stop. So your trembling hand slides down. Brushes him. He’s veiny, swollen. So hard it hurts to touch.
He snarls. Grabs your wrist. Forces your fingers around his shaft. Makes you strock it.
“Fuck—”
You line him up—head nudging your entrance, with only the soaked fabric between.
He thrusts so shallow and desperate. The head pushes in stretching the cotton, stretching you. You arch violently. His breathing is obscene, so freaking loud and ragged.
“I’ll fuck you… fuck, I wanna fuck you so bad.”
He slams a palm on the table beside your head.
“Fuck—we can’t—” he say, but doesn’t stop. His thrusts turn erratic. Wet sounds fill the room rhythmic. Every shallow push forces the fabric deeper, almost tearing, almost letting him in.
“I want inside—fuck—I want to fuck you so bad.”
“I want to go so deep you scream.”
“I want to feel your clench around me.”
You’re close—too close—from the friction, from his wrecked expression, from the way he’s losing every shred of control. You grab his wrist, with your still trapped between his hand and his cock’s hand, and guide his fingers.
He follows. And memories flash him: the day he caught you getting fingered in secret. The way your hips bucked. The sounds.
He laughs dizzy, “I forgot… you’re a little slut, right?”
Two fingers shove inside you. No preamble. He just fuck your inside roughly. He curls. Scissors. Pumps. No pattern. Just chasing every reaction. Every flutter. Every jolt.
“How can a dick even fit in here, hm?” he mutters, completely out of his mind. “Fuck—”
Your orgasm builds terrifyingly fast. You try to fight it. Try to stay quiet. But the more you clench, the harder it hits. Your legs snap shut around his hand.
He watches from above, literally transfixed, as your body contracts, back bowing, thighs trembling.
Right when you’re about to tip over—
He pulls out. Completely.
You jolt. Thrash. Palm slams the table. Other hand clamps over your mouth. Legs convulse, and you see white for a second. The denial is stronger than any full orgasm you’ve ever had. And Jake drinks in every second—your arched back, your shaking thighs, the way you’re offering yourself without words.
Your back…
He grabs your leg. Flips you onto your stomach, the cold table shocks your nipples.
“Wait—”
He yanks your panties up so hard you’re forced onto tiptoes.
His cock slides between your fabric and ass. Its hot, thick, fucking the crease hard. Jake’s palm clamps the back of your neck and it cuts oxygen just enough to make your brain fuzzy, make everything narrow to the drag of him against you.
He grinds. Strokes your clit with the soaked cotton pulling. Faster. Faster. Meaner.
You both break at the same time. He groans and bites on the arm that hold you down, as hot and thick ropes of cum paint your back. Your legs buckle a bit a,d your orgasm crashes as silently as possible, shattering, legs trembling so hard you almost collapse.
Both of you are shaking. Breathing like you’ve run marathons.
It’s over.
But he grabs your arm. Pulls you down. You fall to your knees. “Let me see your face.” He brushes sweat-damp hair back. You look exactly like his dream: wrecked. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy.
He towers over you. Cock still half-hard and leaking. You lean forward. Press your lips to the head, with your tongue flat against the thick vein underneath.
“Ahh—-” he snaps. One hand fist your hair. Thrusts shallow, fucking the last of his cum into your mouth, to gradually fuck the back of your throat.
You gag. Tears spill. And he loses it completely, watching the tears track down your cheeks, feeling your throat work around him.
“Fuck… that’s it. Take it all.”
ANd you take it all. Every shallow thrust into your mouth, every pulse against your tongue, every drop he spills down your throat, he watches like it's the holy prouf that he’s in fact one of god’s favorite. Your eyes water and tears track hot down your cheeks. You gag softly once, twice, but you don't pull away.
Jake groans low, wrecked, fingers tightening in your hair. "I love you," he rasps, voice cracking on the words like they've been clawing at his throat for months. "Fuck—I love you so much it hurts. I want you bad. So fucking bad."
He releases with one last shudder, flooding your mouth. You cough, choke a little, saliva and cum dripping from the corner of your lips as you gasp for air. Before you can even wipe your chin, he yanks your head back by the hair, sharp enough to make you gasp, and tries to crashes his mouth to yours—-
Then his phone buzzes—sharp, insistent, vibrating against the table like a slap back to reality. He. literally freezes. His lips one millimeter away.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
He wanted this to never end. He pulls back slowly, breathing ragged, passing a frustrated hand in his hair and answers the call with shaking fingers.
You sink back onto your knees, dazed, chest heaving, trying to piece yourself together while the world rushes back in too loud, and too fast. You can't hear Jake’s conversation: just muffled voices, his low "yeah, Mom," "okay, got it." His free hand reaches for yours, squeezing once, grounding.
He mouths at you silently, puppy eyes soft again: You okay? With his phone still hooked between ear and shoulder, he reaches out, rearranges your tangled hair with careful fingers, wipes the tear tracks and spit from your cheeks with his thumb and sleeve. Jake helps you too, tug your dress back up over your shoulders like nothing happened.
The call ends, and you don’t even realise it. There’s only that strange feeling of calm in you, like the anxiety is gone. And maybe too much of Jake’s presence. There’s nothing. You just don’t think anymore. And it feels somhow so pleasing.
"Hey." Jake’s hand slides to the back of your neck, with a gentle pressure turning your face to his. "My mom called. Your parents got an emergency thing from work. We're taking you home."
"Hm?"
He studies your expression, you’re in the stars right now, and oh how he wish he could keep you there. A soft, fond smile tugs at his mouth. His eyes drop to your lips. He bites his own. Leans in. But you suddnely flinch, almost dodge again.
But he goes for your cheek instead. With a soft, chaste kiss. Just a brush of lips.
"It's okay," he murmurs against your skin. "I won't do anything you don't want me to." He shrugs off his jacket, drapes it over your shoulders. Leans close again, breath warm against your ear. "Sorry… for your back."
And the rest of that. damn night is blurs. Like a lucid dream.
You vagly get the church bathroom mirror, your lips swollen, neck marked you hidded under his jacket, the sticky mess on your lower back cooling under. If this wasn't church, if it wasn’t jake… And you, anyone with eyes would know exactly what happened.
The ride home… you don't remember words. Just the echo of Jake's mom asking if you have a fever, calling you "angel" in that sweet-mom voice while your thighs stick together and your pulse won't settle.
One solid fact was that he slipped a Snickers bar into your pocket—his pocket, technically his yeah, since you forgot to give his jacket back when you bolted from the car and ran hometo shower.
It's still on your nightstand weeks later. Melting slowly in its wrapper. Proof the fever dream was real. That the reasons your wetting your panties since, is Jake. Jake and the way used you.
And if you thought that one night would kill the anxious buzz you get whenever Jake's within five meters… Wrong.
Now it's worse. One look from him across the youth group room and you're rushing to the bathroom to wipe the insane rush of wetness between your thighs. And the slapping the idea of literally eating your nails in front of him with the expectation that he ends up fucking you hard some place.
Jake's side isn't better.
That night he slept better than he ever had. First weeks of summer felt golden. He thought he had you and basta. But you went from anxious-around-him to full avoidance. If it weren't for church services, the country club brunches, the upcoming youth group trip—he wouldn't even catch your shadow.
The dreams came roaring back. but Stronger. More vivid. More real.
He needs to see you. Hold you. Now.
The country club brunch is packed, linen tablecloths, clinking silverware, parents laughing too loud. And jake half-hard, eyes in void thinking of fucking you doggy style and bend you until you scream for him to stop. You see him first. He catch you second trying to regain consciousness with his meter long eyespack. You’re across the lawn, through the crowd, eyes locked. Neither of you looks away. But in Jake head it might as well be an halucination.
His mom calls yours over and he snap. You’re here, like really here. More plates are insisted upon. "We need another setting—Jake, scoot over, sweetheart."
Your heart slams so hard you taste copper. By some divine cruelty (or blessing), you're seated right next to him at a table too small for five. Everyone chats: weather, golf scores, your perfect tenis perfs, college plans for both of you.
And—-
Jake's hand slides under the table. Under your tennis skirt. You freeze mid-sentence. His palm is bigger than you remember, rougher, hoter from whatever secret workouts he does to punish himself.
He squeezes your thigh hard. And you know what it is. A punishment. You try to keep your face neutral. Smile at someone's joke. His hand creeps higher. You yank his wrist away and bolt upright.
"Sorry—restroom."
You walk—fast—to the farthest one possible. When a hand catches your wrist near the doors. He drags you into some ladies' room stall. Locks it.
"Jake—what are you—"
"Why are you avoiding me?"
You're stunned silent.
Why? WHY?!
"You're even avoiding me now…" He crowds you against the wall. The stall is spacious and tiny at the same time. His body heat is everywhere. "I accepted you. You accepted me. For who we are. So why avoid each other?"
"What… what are you talking about?"
He bends. Mouth at your ear. "That you're a needy little slut…" Voice calm, natural, like he's reading the weather. "And I have weird… fucked-up desires about you."
You meet his eyes. And the scariest part is that he's not even trying to hide it. Just says it like fact.
"Are you… Jake…"
His head drops to your shoulder, kissing your neck. a hand slides to your hip. "I'm hard."
Your brain short-circuits.
"I still dream about you. It didn't go away. I fuck my hand remembering your throat squeezing me. Your insides clenching. I even got hard in the last days of school just because you finally stopped biting your nails."
You're breathing too loud and he straightens and locks eyes. His thumb grazes your lips. "Have you let someone else touch you?"
Head shake.
"Sunghoon?"
Shake.
"Any of the guys at the club?"
Shake.
His smile blooms slowly, victorious. "I knew it. So we're good to each other?"
"Hm?"
"I've been thinking about it, angel. About God's plan. Maybe we're meant for each other. Don't you think?"
You bat your lashes in pure incomprehension. He slides a hand around your neck, gently but possessive.
"I like to bully you…" He says as his thumb strokes your pulse. "And you love it when I use you. Right?"
He looks at you like a kid begging for the one toy he can't live without. And now the toy… Is you.
You've circled it in your head too. Mostly terrified he'd tell his friends, or confess it to father or any brother from the church. But once the panic faded with rationality… you realized… That, maybe, you never hated him.
You just wanted to be special. To someone. To him. The person everyone loves, and you couldn’t reach. To have something only you get from Jake. His dark dreams. His secret desires. Let that be yours. Only yours. The saint's secret dreams.
You nod.
He smirks. "Say it."
"…Yes."
His expression lights up brighter than when he won valedictorian last spring.
"You'll be mine?"
You shy half-nod. Eyes on his. "…hm."
"Good girl. My angel." He attacks, soft kisses everywhere except your mouth. Jaw. Cheek. Temple. Collarbone. Throat. Shoulder. Each one reverent. Worshipful. You melt. Your legs get weaker and weaker, but Jake wedges a thigh between yours to hold you up. He stops at your lips, with his thumb traces them.
"Why won't you let me kiss you?"
You whisper: "I… wanted to give my first kiss to my boyfriend."
He clicks with starry eyes, searching. "You've never been kissed?"
Another head shake. His pupils blow dark. Saint Jake is gone.
"Let me kiss you then."
"Why would I?"
"Let's date." He almost order you simply and logical. "How can I let someone else have you if you're mine? Let's tell our parents later. Let's tell everyone—so no one tries anything. wierd with you."
Very rich coming from him.
"I'll take such good care of you." He kiss your jaw. "I'll let you have anything you want." Kiss your neck. "I'll reward you when you're good. I'll help you with… everything…"
Anything? Really anything?
"Would you…” you hesitate, “Would you withdraw from head of youth group? Give my name?"
Jake smirks. "If you're mine… anything."
He closes the toilet lid and sits. Drags you forward slowly by the wirst. "Then… will you let me kiss you?"
You half-nod, but then whisper: "…Okay."
You lean in for a peck, but he pulls back.
"I want to see you on your knees. Come here… and beg me for a kiss."
Your heart jackhammers. But the idea… You don't hate it. So you execute. You sink on your knees on cold tile, yyes up at him. And just like that he exhales hard. Head falls back against the wall for a second.
"God… your eyes from this angle." His hand runs through your hair until his fingers find the rubber band and he slides it off. Jake twists it around his own wrist like a trophy. "I love how wrecked you look already."
You beg him for the first time, shy and softly trembling. "Please… kiss me."
He don’t even makes you wait of act up, Jake just pulls you up. And gives you your first kiss. His. No one else's. He's hungry. Hungrier. His lips bite yours, all gentle then sharp. His tongue sucks yours into his mouth like he's starving. It’s wet, and you try to move and wipe your mouth, with one hand Jake cups your jaw. The other fists your hair.
You pull back gasping.
"Jake—our families. They're waiting. They'll question—"
He scoffs with a smirk, eyes completely blown.
"No one would ever believe what's happening right now. Because it's me. And it's you."
He doubles down. Grabs the unspent hem of your skirt—the one you didn't realize you'd stopped fidgeting with, and stuffs it into your mouth.
"They could never imagine you're about to show me how wet you are by sliding these panties down and spreading your legs for me, right angel?" "Or that you're gonna fuck yourself on my hand after."
an electric shock runs through your whole body. "And after I taste you… I'll keep your panties. So when I miss my angel, I can remind myself until I catch you again. Hm?"
He sits back. Stroking himself slow. Pulling your hair just enough to keep your eyes on his.
No one would ever guess.
He's right. The end ~
Afterstory :
Just note that these two Never go all the way until their wedding night lmao. They got very creative but never really do it! (And yes five years into marriage, during one very drunk games night with the boys, Jake get cocky, lost a bet, and “lent” his wife to Jay for like… 15 minutes. He watched. He hated it. Never happened again. Lesson learned: some fantasies look better in his head than in real life. And keeps her all to himself like the possessive prayer-boy he still is. 😏
Anyway thanks for riding this rollercoaster with me at first the plot was reader turns 18 and can suddenly hear people desires (any cherrymagic lover in the room???) but then one day she try to wake up sweet pure ikeu and discover he's obssesed by her and somehow it turned into this shit tada. Sleep tight, dream dirty love y'all and can't wait to hear you hehehehehe 💕 I'm tired... Lassiie...
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Sex with Jake while being high pleaseeeeee?? The nastiest one at that...🤩
nasty dog | sim jake
pairing: neighbor!jake x younger!reader (afab)
synopsis: one visit to your friendly neighbor's house with the intention of giving him freshly baked pastries that your mom made took quite a heated turn.
genre: smut
contains: profanity, weed usage, high sex, age gap (jake is 24, reader is 18), unprotected sex, corruption, unethical behavior, morally grey characters, power imbalance
smut warnings: dom!jake x sub!reader, spit play, masturbation (f.), voyeurism, exhibitionism, inexperienced!reader, virginity loss, dirty talk, corruption kink, clitoral stimulation, pussy rubbing, teasing, fingering, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, manhandling, oral (f. & m. receiving), 69, pet names (little girl, sweetie, doll...), reader has a bush (bush girlies rise!), breeding kink, roleplay elements, praise kink, command play, jake loooves tits, both are just needy and vocal
NOT PROOFREAD! (english is not my first language)
MDNI!
Jake was the kind of neighboor everyone loved.
The kind who remembers birthdays without being reminded. The kind who waves first, who carries grocery bags inside without being asked, who laughs easily and listens like whatever you're saying actually matters. The older women on the block adore him. The kids follow him around when he's outside fixing his car. Even your mom softened toward him within weeks of him moving in.
He moved here a few months ago, quiet at first, boxes stacked neatly by the door, sleeves rolled up as he assembled furniture by himself. Twenty-four, living alone, polite to a fault. He smiles with his whole face — a boxy grin, puppy eyes, the kind of expression that makes people feel chosen.
You and Jake have talked before. A plenty of times actually. Over the fence while you were hanging laundry. On the sidewalk when he caught you struggling with grocery bags and insisted on carrying them. Once on his porch when you returned the screwdriver he lent your dad. Easy conversations. Comfortable ones. You laugh at his jokes and he teases you gently about how formal you sound when you speak to him.
"You don't have to call me sir." He said once, grinning. You turned bright red at his words, nodding as you avoided his eyes. He'd liked that.
So when your mom hands you a plate of freshly baked pastries and tells you to take some over to Jake, it doesn't feel unusual. It feels neighborly. Familiar. You straightened your back as you pressed the doorbell, afternoon breeze making your skin prickle with goosebumps.
He answers the door in a loose gray hoodie and sweatpants that hang low on his hips, hair slightly messy like he just woke up from a nap. He blinks at you once, then breaks into that soft, unfair smile. "Hey." He says, smiling like he was expecting you. You grinned sweetly, the cuteness making Jake's smile last longer as his eyes stopped on the plate in your hands—offered and tempting.
"Hi! Sorry to disturb you but mom made some and asked me to bring them over to you." You explain, holding out the plate with both hands. Always both hands. Always careful. Your lively and fresh voice lured a chuckle out of him and the way you grinned made his heart light with joy.
"You're too good to me." He says lightly. His fingers brush yours — not accidental, not entirely deliberate either. Just enough to make your breath hitch. "You're always bringing things over. At this point I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything." You reply quickly, sweet as ever. His smile shifts at that, subtly and slower. "Come in for a minute, for a coffe or something. The cookies I'm baking are almost done too." He offers. "At least let me say thank you properly."
You hesitate — but only for a moment. You've been inside before, just briefly. To drop something off. To borrow something.
It's harmless.
Jake is harmless.
He steps aside, letting you walk in first. You slip off your crocs by the door out of habit, lining them neatly against the wall. The click of the door shutting behind you feels louder than it should. The hallways smelled differently, a mix of cocoa and sugar flowed around the space. "It already smells delicious." You comment, straightening up as you glanced at him. He smiled sweetly. "Just wait till you try them."
His house smells different than yours — less floral, more masculine, now with a hint of tasty cookies. There's low music playing from somewhere deeper inside, something mellow and rhythmic. The living room is tidy but lived-in. A couch that looks too comfortable. A coffee table with a few magazines stacked neatly. The balcony door is slightly cracked open, cool air drifting in, stirring the curtains lazily. You hover near the edge of the room, hands clasped in front of you like you're not sure where to put them.
Jake walks past you toward the kitchen, setting the plate down carefully. His movements are relaxed — like he's completely at ease having you here.
"You can sit, you know." He says gently, glancing at you over his shoulder. "Relax." He moved over to the oven, putting on his glove before opening it and taking the hot pan out. The room filled with the smell of cinnamon and tempting sweetness.
"Okay." You murmured to yourself and moved toward the couch. It sinks slightly under your weight when you sit. Too soft. Too intimate somehow. "What would like to drink?!" Jake's voice boomed off from the kitchen paired with the sound of plates bumping. "Just water please!" You answered back, voice high as your eyes moved over the walls filled with decorations and pictures of his family you would presume.
Jake returns with two glasses of water and a plate of freshly baked cookies, he gave one glass over to you as he set down the plate on the table. His fingers brush yours again — slower this time. He doesn't pull away immediately.
"Thanks for always bringing stuff over." He says, quieter now as he took a seat. "You're… really thoughtful." He flashed you a smile. You shrug, eyes dropping. "It's nothing. My mom just loves sharing."
"Yeah." He hums, studying you and letting out a breathy laugh. "Say thank you to your parents too, they are really amazing." You nod with a sweet and generous smile and take a small sip of water just to do something to avoid the any kind of awkwardness.
Your gaze drifts to the coffee table — and that's when you notice it.
A small tin. A lighter beside it.
Your eyes flick up to him instinctively.
He notices, eyes going wide for a second before he calmly reached for it, like he just remembered it was there. "Oh, sorry..." His fingers reached around the tin. "Should've put that away." He doesn't though. Jake smiled, the tin and the lighter in both of his hands as he held them, his elbows on his thighs rolling the tin as he observed it. You smiled tightly, remotely confused but not wanting to ask any questions as he cutely looked at you, a tight lipped adorable smile on his face.
"Ever tried it?" He asks, like he's asking about coffee, just another casual interaction. You blink. "Tried what?"
His mouth curves faintly.
"Weed."
The word lands heavier than you expect. Oh. You shake your head immediately. "No. I m, mean— I've never." The answer is immediate and honest. You shift a little on the couch. "I mean, I've never… been around it." He nods slowly, watching your face carefully.
"You don't look scandalized." He observes, eyebrow knitting together as he chuckled. "I'm not." You say quickly, then falter. "I just didn't know that's what you meant." A small smile tugs at his mouth.
"Thought I was talking about the cookies?* He teases softly, head nudging toward the plate on the table as he lightly laughed. Your cheeks warmed at that, eyes back on the glass in your lap that you were gripping steady. "Maybe". Noticing the way you retracted and the demeanor seemed to slowly turn awkward he added simply.
"It's not a big deal though." He says, slightly shaking his head. "Just makes things feel lighter. Warmer." His eyes meet yours deliberately as you looked back up. "Sometimes a little more intense." Your stomach tightens at the way he says that.
You glance at the balcony door, slightly cracked open, letting fresh air in. The music hums softly in the background. The room feels warm, safe. You glance toward the hallway. Toward the very real front door behind you.
You should probably go home soon. But you don't stand up.
"Does it make you uncomfortable?" He asks after a moment. You think about it. "No." You admit quietly. "I just don't know anything about it." That shifts something in his expression — interest, maybe. "Never been curious?" He asks, eyes narrowing in a questioning manner. You hesitate this time. "…Maybe a little." The honesty surprises even you. Jake's gaze softens, but there's something darker flickering underneath. Not cruel, just aware. "Curiosity's not a bad thing." He says.
You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to calm your nerves. You wet your lips nervously, eyes flicking to the tin in his hands. "What does it feel like?" You ask, barely above a whisper. His eyes darken just a fraction. "Well." He says slowly, setting the tin down on the table but leaning back onto the armrest of the couch right by his side. "That depends."
"On what?" You ask, trying to sound steadier than you feel. "On the person." His gaze drifts over your face, unhurried. "Some people get giggly. Some get sleepy. Some…" He pauses, thumb brushing over the edge of the tin absentmindedly. "Feel everything more." Your fingers tighten around your glass. "More?" You echo back, waiting for the elaboration. The curiosity now eating you alive. "Touch. Sound. Breathing." His eyes lift to yours again. "It's like the volume's turned up." The music in the background suddenly feels louder. You swallow eyes flicking back to your glass. He notices every little reaction. The way your shoulders pull in. The way your thighs press together when he says touch. Jake but his lip to stop a grin from showing on his face. eyes going over the neat small table. "But…" You start, curiosity tugging at you despite yourself. "Is it bad?"
Jake lets out a quiet laugh. "It's not some scary gateway drug, sweetheart." The nickname slips out so naturally you almost miss it. Almost. "It's just a little high." He says it so easily. Your eyes drift to the balcony door again, the curtain shifting with the breeze. The world outside looks the same as it always does — quiet street, trimmed hedges, nothing scandalous about it.
Inside feels different.
"Have you done it a lot?" You ask, Jake nods once, settling back against the couch, legs spread comfortably, completely at ease. "A few times." Jake could not stop his gaze from drifting to your lap, the way you were clenching the glass, the way your shorts was riding up your thighs, exposing more than necessary without you noticing. Your shallow breathing still somehow steady even if he could see the nerves were pooling in you. His gaze lingers — not subtle now. Watching you. Studying the way your chest rises, the way your lips part slightly when you think too hard.
Silence stretches.
You glance at the tin again then back at him. "So you just… smoke it?" You ask, almost shy. Jake's brows lift slightly. "You're asking a lot of questions for someone who's not interested." He adds, tone light. Your cheeks warm. "I didn't say I wasn't interested."
That makes him pause. He wasn't expecting that. "Oh?" A small smile pulls at his mouth. "So you are?" Your pulse jumps. You hesitate just for a second.
Maybe it's the way he's looking at you. Maybe it's the way the room feels heavier. Maybe it's the fact that you're eighteen and tired of always being the careful one.
"…Maybe." You say, softer. He leans back slightly, studying you in a way that makes your stomach flip. "You wanna try?" He asks, more direct now. Your fingers curl into your shorts for a second before you force them to relax.
"I mean—" You start, nerves tangling your words. "I just… I want to know what it feels like." There's something almost shy about it, not rebellious or reckless, just honest. Jake's expression shifts — not darker, not predatory. Just surprised. Heat rises to your cheeks as you set the glass down carefully on the table, mostly because your hands are starting to betray you.
Silence settles between you again, humming but almost loud. He reaches for the tin again, but doesn't open it yet, just rests his fingers on top of it. "You sure?" He asks, voice lowering and teasing now. "Didn't think you were the rebellious type." You straighten a little at that. "I'm not." You defend quickly.
He hums, unconvinced. "Then what are you?"
You falter. "I just… want to know what it's like." The same words were repeated from earlier, eyes up to meet his. His gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes.
"Curious girls get into trouble." He says lightly. Your breath hitches at his words, a heat crawling up your spine that made you stiffen. "But..." He adds after a beat, softer now. "Only if they want to." Your heart is pounding so loud you're sure he can hear it.
"I want to." You say — quieter than you meant to, but steady. Jake studies you carefully, t there's no rush in him. No impatience. Just control. "You don't have to impress me." He murmurs. "And you don't have to say yes just because you're curious."
"I'm not saying yes because of that." You reply, lifting your chin slightly. "I'm saying yes because I want to try." A slow smile spreads across his face — this time he doesn't hide it. "Alright." He says and opens the tin. The faint earthy scent drifts into the air, mixing with the sweetness of cookies and the cool breeze from the balcony. He doesn't rush. He moves with practiced ease, but there's something deliberate about how unhurried he is. Like he knows you're watching.
Jake prepares it slowly, not looking nervous. Completely composed. He glances up at you while he works, rolling the paper between his fingers, spreading the herbs evenly. "Last chance." He teases gently, bringing up the small soon to be blunt to his smirking lips, letting his tongue wet the end. "Still sure, sweetie?" You watched with attentiveness what he is doing and the way he looked at you as he licked the paper, eyes mischief and teasing, lips curved — it made your breath hitch.
"Yes." You say, eyes flicking to his own. This time, there's no hesitation. Jake leans over to grab the lighter. "Okay." He murmurs and holds your gaze a second longer before bringing the freshly rolled blunt to his lips. The teasing curve of his mouth lingers as he lights it, the small flame briefly illuminating his features.
He inhales slowly, deliberately — not breaking eye contact.
You watch the way his chest rises. The way his shoulders relax as he pulls the smoke in. The way he tilts his head slightly, holding it for a moment before exhaling toward the open balcony door. The smoke drifts lazily into the air, curling in the warm light.
He looks… completely at ease.
"Okay. " He murmurs, voice just a touch lower now. "Come here." You hesitate only a second before shifting closer on the couch. Not enough to touch him fully — but close enough that your knees almost brush. He notices that too. "You ever smoked anything before?" He asks lightly.
You shake your head. "Alright." His tone softens, more instructive now, less teasing. "Don't overthink it. Just breathe in slow. Not too hard." He brings it toward you but doesn't let go yet. "Here." H says quietly. "Hold it like this."
His fingers guide yours — warm, steady — adjusting how you grip it. The contact is brief but deliberate enough to make your pulse skip. "Relax your shoulders." He adds. You didn't realize they were tense. He lifts it slightly toward your lips. "Slow breath. Just a little." Your heart is pounding. You lean forward carefully, inhaling like he told you to.
It's harsher than you expected. You cough almost immediately. Jake laughs softly, not mocking, just amused and sets the blunt aside for a second. "Easy." He murmurs, his hand coming to rest lightly between your shoulder blades. "Told you not to pull too hard." Your eyes water slightly as you try to recover, embarrassed.
"I did exactly what you said." You mumble. "I know." He smiles, thumb brushing once, absentmindedly, against your back before pulling his hand away. "First time's always like that." You glance at him, trying to gauge whether he's teasing again. He isn't. Not fully.
"Try again." He says gently. "Smaller this time." You nod, still a little flustered. He hands it back to you, watching closely. This time you inhale more carefully — slower, controlled. It's still unfamiliar, but you don't cough. "Good. " He says quietly. The praise lands somewhere warm in your chest. You hand it back to him without realizing how close you've leaned in. He takes another slow pull, then passes it back.
The exchange becomes easier the second time. Less awkward as the high started creeping in, light and still not fully there. You shift slightly on the couch. Jake studies you. "How do you feel?" He asks. You blink, trying to focus on the question. "Warm." You admit after a moment. "Kind of… floaty?" A small, satisfied smile curves his lips. "Yeah..." he says. "That's normal."
Your limbs feel heavier, but not unpleasant. The room seems softer somehow. The air thicker. Your gaze drifts to his face — and stays there longer than it usually would. He notices. "You're staring," he says lightly. You don't look away this time. "Everything does feel louder." You murmur, almost to yourself. His eyes darken slightly at that. "Yeah?" He asks, bringing the blunt up to his lips, still not high. He inhaled, eyes stuck to your lidded eyes, the way they moved over the room as you leaned back against the couch.
"If you don't feel well you need to tell me." He spoke as the herbal smoke escaped his parted lips, the high getting to his head gradually. His head felt slightly lighter, back meeting the couch rest bringing the ashtray between your two. Your attention moved back to him, vision fuzzy at the edges as your gaze moved to his hand on his thigh. The blunt burning between his long slender fingers and smoke curling in the air.
Before you knew it, you reached for it — fingers eagerly and clumsily taking the burning rolled paper. "Woah, easy." He smiled at that, a lighthearted laugh escaping him, fingers trying to steadily transfer the burning blunt to you. Jake felt like he was floating, eyes slowly turning red and eyelids dropping. His face felt relaxed, the smile on his face heavy.
He watched you inhale it, slow and steady, eager for the lightness that was flooding your senses. And just like that the room was already full of thick, swirling smoke, the air hazy around the soft glow of the lamp. Your head buzzed almost immediately.
Not dizzy — just… warmer.
Soft.
The edges of everything felt slightly blurred, like the world had been turned down a notch and wrapped in velvet. When you exhaled, the smoke drifted slowly between the two of you, curling lazily toward the ceiling. Jake leaned back into the couch, watching you with a slow grin. "Careful." He murmured. "You went in pretty confident for someone who said they've barely done this."
You coughed once still getting used to the feeling, waving a hand through the smoke, laughing a little breathlessly. "Okay, maybe I underestimated it."
"Just a little?" He teased.
You handed the blunt back, your fingers brushing his for a second longer than necessary. The contact felt strangely noticeable, like your skin had suddenly become aware of everything. Jake took another drag, shoulders sinking into the couch as he exhaled slowly. His eyes were half-lidded now, a faint redness spreading through them. He looked relaxed in a way that made everything about him seem slower, easier.
The music hummed quietly in the background.
Time started slipping. At some point you both stopped keeping track of how long you’d been sitting there.
The blunt had burned down to nothing in the ashtray, and the room smelled faintly sweet and smoky. The high had settled in completely now — heavy, warm, almost weightless.
You had shifted positions without even realizing it.
Now you were sitting sideways on the couch, your legs pulled up comfortably beneath you, one knee tucked under the other as you leaned into the cushions. Your hair had fallen loosely around your face, and every now and then you pushed it back while laughing. Jake sat beside you, one arm draped along the back of the couch, his posture relaxed and easy.
The two of you had drifted into the kind of random conversation that only happened when you were high. "…No way." You said through a laugh, shaking your head. "You're telling me you actually tried to microwave ramen in a coffee maker?"
"It worked." Jake insisted lazily. You laughed again, the sound light and loose. "It absolutely did not work."
"It worked enough." He said, grinning. "You would be surprised what you can do when you're desperate and it's two in the morning." The laughter faded into a comfortable quiet. Jake huffed out a breath, a hand coming up to his hoodie collar, tugging at it. The air felt too suffocating and warm, the breeze from the open door not doing much. "It's hot in here..." He murmured to himself, hands already taking the grey thick fabric off him. He run a hand through his hair, taming it just a tab bit before he straightened the white shirt that he is left in.
Jake placed the hoodie neatly on the arm rest, feeling the sudden relief. You on the other hand were stuck in place, gaze following his every movement. Too lost. Too high. So fixed on his figure that the way his shirt went up exposing his lower abdomen as he took the hoodie off is left engraved. The way his hand ran through the messy hair, trying to subdue the disheveled strands made you almost evidently gulp.
Jake was attractive. That was no secret. From the way the older ladies in the neighborhood treated him, from the way younger kids always stop and stare at him a second too long before getting shy. Even older men never missed a chance to start a conversation with him, always trying to make sure he knew they had daughters who are single by the end of their conversations.
But he was always sweet, a little too kind and cute. Laughing everything off, nodding shyly and just simply being respectful. And that's what people liked about him. That's what made everyone adore him.
You on the other hand, did think so too. He was just every girls dream. Hot, handsome, living alone at just twenty-four, hardworking. Could you ask for something more, really? But the age. The age was something that really made you step back into your lane. The reality crushing down everytime you were stuck staring at him over your fence, images flashing through your mind.
Your family did tease you, all the way to your younger brother. Making jokes about you and him being together, how he is a great a catch. And it was annoying. It was agonizingly annoying hearing the overused plethoras of these words. You would only roll your eyes and just simply say he was too old for you. He could almost be your uncle. Really.
But still there was no denying. He was awfully, excruciatingly sexy.
Jake leaned forward, reaching toward the coffee table where a plate of cookies sat forgotten. His hand came into the warm light of the lamp as he grabbed one. You watched his fingers without realizing it.
Long fingers.
Veins running along the back of his hand and wrist. The movement was slow and unhurried as he brought the cookie up and took a bite. You blinked, gaze stuck to the way the silver bracelet hugged his wrist, dangling from his arm. Your brain felt like it lagged half a second behind what your eyes were seeing.
Jake chewed casually, completely unaware of the small spiral of thoughts that had suddenly started in your head. The low music flowed in the background, his head light and face smiley as he grabbed his phone from the table after it buzzed. A group chat spammed with random messages a she opened the chat eyes skimming over the unrelevant chats. He took another bite of the cookie, chewing lazily, his jaw feeling a little too heavy with each bite. Your eyes were still stuck to his face, his side profile as the bright phone screen illuminated his sharp but still soft features. He looked perfect.
But suddenly, he glanced at you, lidded eyes meeting yours just for a second before they were back on the phone. You almost evidently jolted at the sudden eye contact, the way he catches you staring but said nothing. You cleared your throat. "So... Is it hard to work from home?" A random question about his graphic designing. Just to ease the sudden tenseness you felt even if your body surrendered to the relaxation a long time ago.
He smiled, not looking up at you, fingers working over his keyboard as he typed a response to his friends. "Well actually no..." He answered, eyes still on the phone. "I get to manage my time on my own, clients are the only thing the company assigns me but yeah..." He glanced at you, taking the last bite of the cookie as he still typed away on the phone. Your eyes drifted all over him again — not just his hands this time, but the relaxed way he was leaning on his thighs, veiny forearms supporting him, the lazy curve of his smile, the faint redness in his eyes.
Everything about him looked softer. Slower.
Your curiosity bubbled up again, the same one that had been creeping around your thoughts for the past hour. Before you could overthink it, the question slipped out. "Jake?"
"Yeah?" He said, brushing crumbs from his fingers. You hesitated for a moment, suddenly aware of how random it might sound. "Are you… seeing someone?" He looked at you, not surprised just curious. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. His eyes lingered on your face a little longer than usual, flicking down your figure before he answered.
"Why?" He asked lightly. "You doing a background check on me?" You laughed nervously and shook your head. "No. I was just… wondering." Wondering because you never saw him bring any women over. Because the only people that ever visited him were his parents now and then and his group of friends.
His eyes locked onto yours, something dark and tempting behind them before he answered. "No. Not right now." His phone buzzed, eyes glued themselves to the screen again. "I broke up with my ex right before I moved here. Had some flings here and there but nothing serious." His voice was flat, too immersed into the small bright box in his hands. You nodded, more to yourself as you glanced onto the small table. You rubbed your calve up and down, the sudden quiet that took place was awkward. Before...
"What about you?"
His voice made you snap your head toward him. Jake finally locked his phone and set it down on the table. The small screen went dark as he leaned back into the couch, stretching one arm along the backrest. His attention shifted completely to you now, heavy-lidded eyes studying your face with a calm, curious focus. The sudden attention made your stomach tighten.
"Me?" You repeated quietly. "Yeah." He shrugged a little, relaxed. "You asked first." You looked down at your hands, suddenly very aware of them resting awkwardly on your knee. The high was still humming through your body, soft and warm, but now it made you feel strangely exposed under his gaze. "I'm… not seeing anyone either." You said.
Jake hummed softly, watching you. "No boyfriend?" You shook your head. "Not really." His eyebrow lifted slightly. "Not really?" You hesitated, feeling heat creep up your neck. "There was...someone I liked." You admitted, feeling like a little kid at the simple talk of childish crushes to a grown man. "In school. We still have some classes together." Jake tilted his head, watching you carefully now.
"But it wasn't anything serious." You added quickly. "We just talked a lot. Sat together sometimes. I thought maybe he liked me too but…" You gave a small embarrassed shrug. "Nothing ever actually happened."
Jake's eyes stayed on you. "That's it?" He asked slowly. You nodded. "Yeah."
He leaned back further into the couch, hands resting on his thighs while he slammed down the leather. His gaze drifted down for a moment — over the way you were curled on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you, the nervous motion of your fingers rubbing along your calf. "You're eighteen, right?" He asked.
"Yeah." A quiet breath left him. "Huh."
You glanced up, scanning his side profile as his head was leaned back onto the couch, tired and red eyes staring at the ceiling.
"What?" Your voice was quiet and unsure. Embarrased. He shook his head slightly, a faint, almost amused smile tugging at his mouth.
"Nothing." He said. "Just… surprising."
"Why?" You gulped, eyes unconsciously running over his hand in his lap, his spread thighs and the way the sweatpants hugged his pelvis. The bulge that was right there making you gulp, you thighs pressing slightly. Jake's eyes returned to yours, darker now in the dim light making your eyes flick up to his.
"I don't know." He said slowly. "Most people your age have a little more… going on."
Your cheeks warmed instantly.
"I guess I'm just… slow with that stuff." You murmured. He didn't answer right away. His gaze drifted over you again, slower this time — the high making his focus heavier, more lingering than he probably meant it to be. The way you were sitting curled up on the couch, your shorts shifting slightly over your thighs as you adjusted your legs. The nervous movement of your hands. The faint pink in your cheeks. You shifted under the attention without meaning to. Your knee moved slightly, your foot sliding against the cushion as if you were trying to get comfortable, but it only made you more aware of how closely he was watching.
Jake noticed. His jaw tightened just slightly before he looked back at your face. There was something very unguarded about you.
He cleared his throat lightly. "Well." He said, voice casual again. "You're eighteen. That's the perfect age to enjoy it."
"Enjoy what?" You asked, confused.
"Life." He said simply. "Meeting people. Dating. Figuring out what you like." His eyes flicked back to your face, then down briefly again before returning. "You should enjoy that stage." You shifted slightly on the couch, suddenly very aware of how you were sitting and the way his eyes went over your body. And you hated the way the unfamiliar warmth started burning in the low of your stomach.
"I guess." You said quietly. Unsure. Eyes
Jake watched you for another moment, something thoughtful settling in his expression. He raised his head from the cozy couch. "Can I ask you something?" He said. Your shoulders tensed slightly, eyes flicking to his intimidating gaze. You nodded, not finding the courage to use your words since the high was at its peak, hitting your head with a force so invisible but still present. Your head felt heavy, eyes were burning red and lidded. Your limbs felt heavy, everything seemed to turn up a notch. His presence seemed to overwhelm you more, the masculine aura making you trace his figure shamelessly.
His voice stayed casual, but his eyes stayed fixed on you. "Have you ever… done anything with someone?" The question hung in the air.Your brain understood what he meant almost instantly, rimmed red eyes moving up to his own as you licked your lips.
"No." You said quickly. Jake blinked. "No?"
You shook your head as you let it fall on the couch, eyes still stuck to his.
"No."
He leaned back slightly, studying you more carefully now and still trying to process everything. "You mean… like nothing?" He asked. You shifted again, embarrassment evaporating the more the weed in your system flowed. "I mean… no." You said quietly. "Not really."
For a moment he just stared at you. His eyes flicked over you again — slower this time. Not in an obvious way, but enough that the high made him notice things he hadn't earlier. The way your neck streched as you gazed at him, the way you kept carresing your calf, eyes a little too lost on him.
He never failed to noticed your eyes flicking down to his sweats, where the bulge of his soft cock portruded. It made him shift his hips against the couch, the sudden rush of blood to his pelvis alarming him. He teared his gaze from you, quickly dancing around the small table. "That's okay. You are still young, there's time for everything even if you take it slow."
He added, trying to ease the tension that seemed to suffocate the air. He tried to erase the image of you, in ways he should never think of. Not when you are that younger than him, still in high school. Not when you are the daughter of the neighbors right next door.
But fuck, did actually exactly those things get him going.
He could still feel your eyes on him as he reached forward, grabbing the glass of water before he took a sip. He needed to cool off. Immediately. His cock threatening to evidently form a tent inside his briefs. The cold water did almost nothing.
The room still felt thick — smoke hanging lazily in the warm air, music humming quietly from somewhere behind you both. His pulse hadn't slowed either. Jake set the glass down again and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head.
You were still watching him.
Curled into the couch with your legs tucked under you, head tilted slightly, eyes heavy and red-rimmed from the high. The way you looked at him now wasn't the same as earlier. There was curiosity there, yes — but something else too. Something softer. Bolder.
It made his stomach tighten.
Your fingers traced slowly along your calf again, absentminded, and the movement pulled his eyes down before he could stop himself. You noticed that too. A quiet little spark lit in your chest. The weed had melted most of your nervousness away, leaving behind something warm and daring that you normally wouldn't let yourself feel.
"You said I should enjoy being eighteen." You said softly. Jake glanced up at you again.
"Yeah..." He said cautiously and your head tilted slightly. "What if I want to start doing that now?"
The question made him pause. His eyes searched your face like he was trying to figure out if you even realized what you were implying. His elbows dug harder into his knees, eyes stuck on you. You shifted closer on the couch without really thinking about it.
The cushion dipped slightly between you.Your gaze dropped for a moment, then slowly lifted again, tracing his face. His jaw, his mouth, the faint tension in his shoulders. "You look different when you're high." You said quietly. "Oh yeah?" Jake asked, eyebrow raising. You hummed in response, the sound a little too low and sensual. "Your eyes get heavier."
He smirked faintly. "That's the weed."
"And you look at me more." You added. That made him go still. The silence stretched between you again. Then, almost without thinking, you leaned forward slightly, just enough to close some of the space between you.
Jake's breath slowed.
"You shouldn't be doing this." He said quietly, still leaned onto his knees, eyes flicking to your mouth and knees that were on the edge of the couch. But he didn't move away. Your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it. But the warmth of the high and the pull of his gaze made it impossible to back down now. "Doing what?" Ypu whispered. Jake looked at you like he already knew exactly where this was going. Your eyes flicked to his mouth, then back to his eyes. The moment stretched.
One second. Two.
Your courage wavered for just a moment — but then you leaned forward the rest of the way and pressed your lips softly against his. It was clumsy, gentle. And very, very brief.
When you pulled back, your face was flushed but your eyes were still on him. For a second Jake didn't move at all. Then he exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. "Y/N..." He muttered under his breath. His eyes returned to yours again, darker now.
"You just said you've never done anything with anyone..." He said. Your shoulders lifted slightly in a shy little shrug. "I haven't." A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. "Until now."
Jake stared at you. Something about the way you said it, innocent but bold at the same time, made the tension in the room snap tighter instead of breaking. You leaned a little closer again, your knee brushing his thigh this time, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jake's eyes glanced down your bare legs, shorts lost under the shirt.
Fuck it.
He pressed his lips against yours,head tilting as he let out a low moan. You were taken aback, the sudden harshness of his lips making you panic for a second.
You didn't know how to kiss.
"Relax, let me take the lead and just copy me." He pulled back just enough to speak before his lips were again onto yours. His hand found your waist, slowing down his lips and letting your get used to the feel. "Just like that." He pulled back again, breath brushing your wet lips before you pressed them again. Jakes back met the cushion of the couchrest, adjusting his hips against the sofa. You were on your knees kissing him eagerly as you got your pace on. The smacks and smooches of your hungry mouth were fueling. You moaned against his mouth, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable.
Jake still had you by his side, one hand around your waist as he angled his head up, chin tipping to meet your mouth that hovered over his. Your kisses were clumsy but eager now, lips soft and warm against his. Each time you leaned down, trying to follow the rhythm he had shown you moments ago, Jake answered with a slower, deeper kiss that made your stomach tighten. The quiet sounds of it — soft breaths, the brush of lips, the faint smacks as you tried to keep up filled the small space between you.
You pulled back just enough to breathe, chest rising quickly, your lips slightly swollen and damp. Jake's hand tightened a little at your waist as he looked up at you. His eyes lingered on your face first — the flush spreading across your cheeks, the way your lips stayed parted as you caught your breath — before they drifted lower for a second, taking in the way you were kneeling beside him on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you. "Easy…" He murmured, voice low and rough, though he didn't push you away.
His thumb brushed slowly along your side through the thin fabric of your shirt, and the simple touch made you shiver. Jake noticed the reaction immediately. His gaze sharpened slightly, a darker curiosity settling in as he leaned his head back against the couch cushion, still looking up at you. "You're really new to this, aren't you?" He said quietly, his hot breath brushing your face. You hesitated for a moment, fingers still curled loosely into the fabric of his shirt, then nodded. The admission made your cheeks warm again, but the haze of the high softened the embarrassment, leaving only a nervous flutter in your chest.
Jake let out a slow breath through his nose. His eyes dropped briefly, following the line of your legs, the way the oversized shirt you wore had shifted while you moved, barely hiding the shorts underneath. When his gaze lifted again, it settled back on your face.
"Have you ever touched yourself?" He asked quietly, voice dark and sharp. The question sent a sudden wave of heat through you. Your eyes dropped almost instantly, landing somewhere near the collar of his shirt. You shook your head slowly, the movement small and shy.
"No." You murmured. Jake went very still beneath you. For a moment he simply stared, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and disbelief. Then he leaned his head back against the couch and dragged a hand slowly down his face.
"Fuck…" He muttered under his breath, his cock throbbing violently with each passing second. When his hand fell away, he looked at you again — longer this time, his gaze lingering over your flushed face, the way you were still kneeling beside him, your hand resting uncertainly on his shoulder as he held your waist.
"You're serious." He said quietly, voice strained as if he is afraid what your honest answer would do him. Because he was certain you weren't lying.
You nodded again, glancing down at your hands as they fidgeted lightly with the fabric of his shirt. And his body experienced a sudden rush of adrenaline, his shoulders almost evidently shuddered under your hand as he closed his eyes. "I just… never really thought about it." You admitted softly.
Jake opened his heavy red eyes staring at you for a moment, jaw tightening just slightly. Something about the way you said it, so honest and unaware, made him exhale slowly. He looked divine. Pretty even. His dark slightly longer hair falling over his eyes. His red cheeks and plump swollen lips. It made you bite your lip. And your eyes flicked down. Down to his tent that hardened with every passing minute he spent by your side.
"God…" He murmured again, almost to himself when he captured everything. And he crashed your lips again, pulling you so hard you feel onto his side, one hand clutching his shoulder and the other fisting the shirt at his chest. He moaned against you, your lips a drug that he couldnt get enough off. And the way you were struggling to catch up with him made his hips raise, thrusting into the air from the desperation.
"Take your shorts and panties off. Now." He sternly spoke against your lips. "And sit back and spread your legs for me." You nodded, trying to collect yourself from his savage kisses just a second ago. Quickly you straightened yourself, hands hastily unzipping your shorts before pulling it down your legs together with your underwear. Jake watched every move, the way the short glided down your legs and you threw it down, the way you moved back, pushing yourself away before you slowly but certainly spread your legs.
And Jake's throat constricted, a sharp inhale as he took in your form.
You were leaned back, supporting yourself by your arms against the couch, legs bent at your knees as you shyly pulled them apart. Jake's eyes sucked everything in but saw the little hesitation. "Don't be shy..." He said softly, eyes flicking up to yours giving you a nod, a connection you needed in this moment.
The mere look of his puppy eyes, giving you reassurance was enough. And you spread them further, knees closer to you, feet planting onto the cushion. He was stunned, another sharp inhale followed. His eyes danced over your thighs before it reached the center. His gaze went over your pubic hair, over your drooling lips that spilled the sticky essence onto the hairy lips.
His dick twitched.
"Shit." He muttered to himself, lips slightly parting as he let his head back onto the couch. You stood there, spread open for his eyes, observing the way he ate you with his stare. The way his chest moved deeper, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. Jake's hand moved down, resting onto his bulge, palm feeling the heaviness and the sensitivity over the fabric. But he just let it rest there, eyes glued to your drooling pussy and the sticky bush.
Already this wet, just from kissing. Of course you are.
Fucking virgin.
"Jake..." You called out to him, eyes searching for his. His eyes flicked up to yours. The worried expression on your face had him inhaling. "Touch yourself." He spoke firmly.
"I—I don't kno—"
"Bring your fingers over to your lips." He cut you off, hungry and rough. His chest heavied, following your unsure moves. You hesitantly brought your hand down, fingers hovering uncertainly in the air for a moment before you slowly followed his instruction. "Find your clit." His voice vibrated in the tight air, your eyes moved down to your mound, the hair rough against your fingertips as you slid them between your folds. Arousal coated them right away, the warmth of your folds swallowing the fingertips too much. You hissed at the new feeling.
"Higher..." You moved them back, higher, and when you found the small bud you — pressed it. A moan escaped you, eyes going tight shut at the new overwhelming sensation. Jake didn't look away.
His eyes followed every small movement you made, heavy and fixed on you as if he didn't want to miss a single second of it. The earlier teasing had faded from his face, replaced with something more focused — something darker and intent. The hand resting over the front of his sweats stayed there, fingers flexing slightly against the fabric as he watched. "That's it... Rub it in circles. Slow." He breathes out, his senses narrowing down to just feeling and the image of you spread by his side.
Your breathing had already grown shallow, chest rising and falling quicker than before as the warmth between your legs pulsed in quiet waves. Your fingers moved cautiously, almost timidly at first, a pant left your parted lips. You glanced up at him again, searching his face for reassurance. His gaze, immediately lifted to meet yours, and the intensity of it made your stomach twist.
"That's it." He said softly, nodding once. "Just… like that."
The simple encouragement steadied you. Your shoulders relaxed a fraction, though your cheeks were still flushed and your breathing uneven. You dragged your finger over the pulsing bud with steady rhythm, the arousal burning tight. You watched the way your arousal spread the more you rubbed, coating your hair, feeling it ooze out of your entrance sliding down your asscheeks and right onto the Jake's couch. You were so wet.
The feeling was strange. Strange but taunting, pulling your fingers to move on their own as you slightly sped up. A moan escaped you, the ticklish pleasure shooting up your spine as you teased yourself.
The moment felt strangely suspended — the low music somewhere behind you, the lingering haze in the room, and Jake watching you like nothing else existed.
He leaned his head back slightly against the couch again, eyes never leaving you. A quiet curse slipped under his breath when you shifted your legs a little wider without thinking, trying to follow the feeling growing in your body. He couldn’t contain himself anymore, his hand dipped into the waistbands, entering the confiments of his boxers. His raging cock already painfully hard. Throbbing and begging for a touch, for the fist of his hand.
His fingers wrapped around himself, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "You see?" He murmured. "You're already figuring it out, doll."
The nickname rolled of his tongue so easily and so usual for him. But for you — it sent you shuddering. Body reacting on its own as your hole clenched around nothing. His gaze catches that, his hand already moving up and down his pulsing length, coating it with his warm precum. "Am I doing it right?" You asked quietly, voice breathy and needy as your fingers kept their pace, rubbing your clit desperately.
Jake let out a slow breath through his nose, his jaw tightening for a moment before he answered, hand sqeezing his tip for a brief moment. So hungry for praise aren't you. "So so right sweetie. Fuck—" His voice broke off into a strained breath as he watched you. The sight by him had something dark flashing through his eyes, his chest rising deeper as watched the way your folds engulfed your fingertips, the way your arousal stuck to your hair.
Your fingers kept moving, the strange but growing warmth between your legs making you shift on the couch, hips chasing your own fingers. Another small sound escaped you, half surprise, half something deeper you didn't quite understand yet. The feeling was different now — sharper, more insistent.
Jake watched the change in your expression immediately. You are pushing yourself close to the orgasm.His hand stilled for a moment before moving again, slower now, gliding deliberately against his cock, eyes locked on your face as if he were reading every reaction.
"You feel that?" He asked quietly, hand sticky and slimy as it moved under his briefs.
You nodded quickly, breath hitching and eyes moving over to his sweats. The evident move of his hand against his length made you grind your hips again.
"It's… weird." You admitted softly, barely uttering it out as your fingers slowed down again. "But… good."
He huffed out a faint laugh under his breath, shaking his head slightly. "Yeah..." His lidded eyes flicked down to the mess you made. Your hand faltered for a moment, your brows knitting together as you tried to understand the new sensations building. Jake noticed instantly. "Stop."
You didn't, you closed your eyes, a moan slipping. "I-I can't! Ah..." You cried out, fingers putting more pressure with each tight circle. "I said stop." He repeated, and this time you did. With a whine you made your fingers stop. Your felt the arousal all over your hand, sticky and messy as it covered your fingers. New fluid and texture making you slightly spread them, feeling the arousal stretch and snap.
You panted, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. Jake's hand moved slowly up and down his cock prolonging the pleasure. Here and now delivering a squeeze to his tip that made him hiss and gasp. "Put a finger inside." He commanded sternly. And you did. Your middle finger dug into your puffy folds, making you gasp as you moved it down. Lower. Until you felt the dip of your entrance under the fingertip. You gulped, head dizzy and already light from all the smoke in the room. Your heat burned with desire, and when hesitation rose in you, fear, you still pushed the finger.
You groaned at the sudden stretch, pushing until the first knuckle. Just first. It glided with ease. But all of a sudden it felt like your walls did not want to let you move deeper. You moaned, shallowly thrusting nonstop. At an attempt to relax, to push through. But you just couldn't. Was it the tense walls, or perhaps the unconscious that was anxious about registering the new experience.
"Jake—" You tried again to push further. It hurt. "Jake I can't..." You were a moaning mess, thrusting barely the tip of your finger inside your pulsing heat. Your hips raised, tried to swallow your finger but still nothing. Jake was too busy fucking his fist slowly and sensually, moans escaping his parted lips as he was in his own world, eyes stuck to the way you tried to fuck your hand.
"You can't what?" He spoke low and strained. Voice whiny as he felt his mess spread and spread under the fabric as he was tugging at his length. "I—I need you!" You whined out, the tip of your finger teasing your clenched hole with shallow thrusts. Your thighs quievered, head tipping back as you couldn't take it — the overwhelming want to feel something against your walls, everything but your own fingers.
For a moment Jake just stared at you. Then he cursed quietly under his breath, dragging his free hand over his face before leaning his head against the couch, facing the ceiling. "Jesus…" His gaze swept over you again, slower this time, heavier, stopping a second longer on your attempts to push the finger inside. "You're going to drive me insane." He muttered, hand stopping all the movement on his cock but is resting at the base. Knowing he would need it again.
You shifted uncertainly under his stare, clearly not sure what he wanted from you, lips parted as the shallow thrusts slowed down. Jake watched you struggle for another second before he finally gestured sharply with his hand.
"Come here."
The command made your head snap up. You moved without thinking, sliding across the couch toward him until you were within reach again, your breathing still uneven. You let your arms support you, leaning back against them as your legs hesitated to spread, not knowing what to do. His free hand grazed your calf. "Spread them, princess."
You almost moaned out at the nickname, your jaw going slack as you spread your legs again eyes scanning him hungrily. One ended up on his knee, as the other was tucked right by his side and the couch. "Shirt off." Your hands automatically grabbed the hem of your baggy old shirt, pulling it over your head as you threw it on the floor, leaving you in your bra.
Jake's eyes scanned your naked upper body. Eyes nestling onto your breasts. Breasts covered by your bra. He bit his lip, eyes traveling all over you decollete as his hand went over your pulsing pussy and up your stomach. Fingers grazing the hot skin before he cupped one of your breasts. You stared at his expressions, noting down every slight change. His brows furrowed, palm sqeezing it harshly and roughly making you gasp. Your chest pushing out, arching into the touch. He kneaded it, eyes stuck to the flesh that threatened to spill from the firm cup. "Yes, fuck..." He moaned under his breath, hand in his underwear sqeezing the base of his cock, imaging the way it would feel if he fucked your tits. The warm, squishy flesh engulfing his leaking dick, letting it glide all over your chest.
He let out a hiss after one more squeeze around his girth. You let out a whine, hips raising from the couch, in search of something. Jake's eyes were still fixed on your chest as he kneaded until his fingers hooked into the bra cup — pulling it down and letting your tit spill out.
You moaned, eyes moving down to look at your naked exposed breast. Nipple stood hard and erect, sensitive to the air itself. Jake's hand was quick to flick it with his thumb, balancing it over the peak as he teased it. "Ah—yes please!" You moaned out, eyes never leaving the way he rolled your sensitive bud.
Jake finally let go of your nipple, hand moving over to his lips eyes stuck to yours. And he let his mouth engulfed two of his long digits. He sucked them delightfully, tongue going over them as he hollowed his cheeks, thrusting them in and out. Your breath hitched, muscles already trembling and aching. He coated them expertly with his spit, pulling them out and letting them glide out from his plump lips. They glistened under the lights. He spat on them, making sure they are wet and warm before he finally lowered them between your legs. To your most sensitive skin.
You felt the back of his middle finger caress your puffy slit, going up and down collecting the arousal that never seemed to stop coming. You bucked into his hand, a sharp inhale followed. Jake's eyes danced over your pulsing and hairy heat, and it made him hiss. Especially when he grazed your rough hairs, the sudden contrast to your soft and sensitive folds that drooled all over his finger.
"You are so pretty, sweetheart." He murmured, peering down at your gaping entrance before his digit prodded at it. You held your breath, stomach tightening as you felt his bigger finger enter you slowly. "Relax..." He said softly again, eyes searching for yours before he continued to push further against your walls. He felt you clamp down on him, sucking him in but still quite tensed. He pulled back slightly before thrusting repeatedly into your sopping hole, trying to relax you — to get you used to the feeling.
And you gasped. When you felt him thrust into you, wetness still sipping out of you like a fucking faucet, you tipped your head back. Jake pushed in further, feeling you pull him in with each move of his. The way he filled you up made you buck into his hand, urging him to push it all the way in. And he did. He pushed his finger all the way and you gasped. The sudden feeling new and extraordinary. But so good. He started by steadily stretching you with just one digit, eyes stuck to the way you ruined his hand with your juices.
"So tight..."
Your breath came out in short bursts now, your body reacting faster than your mind could keep up. Jake watched every little reaction like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. His jaw tightened slightly, eyes dark as they moved over your face — flushed cheeks, parted lips, the way you struggled to steady your breathing.
His hand moved again, gliding against his heavy cock in rhythm with the thrusts of his digit into you. Imagining. Imagining the way you would later clamp around his thick cock, take it like a good little girl, bent over this couch right here. He let out a whimper, followed by a moan as he slowly sped up both of his hands.
Your fingers tightened against the couch cushion beside you as you tried to catch your breath. The warmth in your body kept building, spreading through your chest and down your spine in slow waves. A string of gradually louder moans left you, hips bucking into his hand. "J—Jake" You stuttered out, head heavy and body burning up. Everything seemed to narrow down to him and him only.
"You feel that, don't you?" He asked breathing heavy. Your lidded eyes found his heavy ones nodding quickly, not being able to form a proper sentence as you pressed your lips shut tight. Jake's eyes were fast back on the way you took him. You squeezed his finger, eyes moving to the way he was stroking himself under the material and you whined, the foot that was on his knee slightly nudging him.
A chuckle left him, almost too whiny before he muttered. "Yeah... I can tell." His gaze lifted back to your face, studying the way your eyes fluttered shut for a second before opening again. Then he pressed another finger against you entrance, stretching you wider as it glided in with ease. You moaned, arms at the back trembling as he fucked you with his fingers.
"Ah— fuck! "
His thumb pressed against your puffy clit and it seemed like you were in heaven. Your eyes dropped down to the way he split you with his fingers, the way his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. Your pubic hair was already drenched, a mess that collected all the filthy fluid as he started rubbing your clit, smearing the wetness. All of a sudden a weird feeling started forming in the far pit of your pelvis. The strange pressure twisted deeper in your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement of his hand.
Your breathing broke into short, uneven pulls as the feeling built too fast, too intense. Your head shook weakly.
"Jake— wait—" Your voice cracked, breath catching in your throat. Panic flickered across your face as the pressure surged again, stronger this time, almost unbearable. "I— I think I'm— I'm gonna—" Jake felt your walls tense, your musles on fire. His slanted eyes suddenly sharpened, his fist abandoned his cock as his attention was fully on you.
You foot against his knee cramped, the other tight by his side sent small tremors that could be felt. Your knees pulled in slightly, threatening to pull your legs together. "I think I'm gonna pee." You blurted out breathlessly, embarrassment rushing into your face as your hips tried to retreat from his merciless hand. "Stop— Jake, stop—"
He didn't. If anything, he sat up straight, back detached form the couch as his eyes stuck to your sensitive core. The painful bulge forgotten for now as his other hand grabbed your ankle of the foot that was on his knee , holding you. His fingers sped up furiously, pistoning into you. One of your hands grabbed his wrist pushing at it, desperation creeping into your voice as the pressure wound even tighter.
"Jake— I'm serious— I can't—" Jake's eyes lifted from between your legs to your face, dark and sharp, breathing rough through parted lips. A low, almost disbelieving laugh slipped out of him. "You are not gonna pee." He said firmly. You shook your head quickly, eyes wide and pleading.
"I am— I swear I am—"
"No." His tone sharpened, cutting through your panic. Your hips tried to pull away again, but his other hand hooked under your thigh, holding you in place.
"You're not." He repeated, slower this time, breath heavy. "You're about to cum."
Your breath stuttered, vision blurring, eyes stinging as his fingers curled inside of you making them roll to the back of your head. Sound that your cunt and his fingers made filled the suffocating room. You panted and moaned, Jake holding you closer than ever as his hand played with your walls, stretching and ruining your insides.
The feeling surged again — overwhelming now, too big to contain — and you gasped, grabbing his forearm, nails digging hard.
"Jake please—"
But he didn't stop. His pace didn't slow. If anything, it grew more deliberate, more certain, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. His eyes were focused, dark as they stuck to the way your pussy ate his fingers up, sucked them in as if inviting him. His dark hair fell over his eyes, jaw tight as he kept his pace. He collected a glob of spit, heavy against his tongue before he spat down, filthy and gross, right onto your cunt.
Your body betrayed you completely. Your back arched, thighs trembling violently as the pressure climbed higher and higher, your mind scrambling to understand what was happening. Everything seemed to blur, the only thing you could comprehend was the way Jake fingered you, the earthy scent that clung into the air and his own cologne that's seemed to be everywhere around you, on him, on his furniture. Everywhere.
"I can't— I can't—" You whimpered, voice breaking, eyes going tight shut tears pricking at the corners.
Jake leaned closer, his voice low and rough and right in you face, breath brushing your lips. "Yes you can." Your whole body tensed.
"Just let it happen."
You shook your head weakly, panic and pleasure tangling together until you couldn't separate them anymore. "Jake—!"
The pressure snapped. Your voice dissolved into a broken cry as the wave finally crashed through you, your entire body jerking as the sensation ripped through your stomach and down your spine. Your hand clutched at his arm while your hips trembled uncontrollably, the intensity stealing the breath straight from your lungs.
Jake swore under his breath, watching you unravel in front of him, his grip tightening slightly as he guided you through it, forearm flexing as he slip your walls repeatedly. "That's it." He murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. "There you go." Your body kept shaking long after the first rush passed, smaller tremors still rolling through you while your head fell back, breath coming in soft, stunned gasps.
For a moment you couldn't even speak.
Jake finally slowed his digits, watching the way your chest rose and fell, the way your fingers still clung weakly to his arm. He slowly pulled out. His digits were drenched. He watched the way your arousal streched, a string of it snapping, like not wanting him to pull away. You hissed at the emptiness that followed. Your slit throbbing with aftershocks and waves of fire as you catches your breath.
Jake let go of your thigh, setting your leg over his lap, enchanted by the way your wetness clung to his fingers, spreading them and watching it stretch. He moaned, voice needy and whiny as he brought them to his lips and sucked it off. He closed his eyes in delight, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. The sight of his moaning around his fingers, made your nervous system wake up again. The pulse speeding up again as the ache between your spread legs grew heavier.
You shifted, legs tucked beneath you and hand on his chest pushing him back against the couch. You were breathing hard, eyes going over his leaned figure as you scanned his rock hard bulge. Jake was too busy sucking off your juices, enjoying it a little too much before he pulled them out of his mouth the second your shaky hands were on his waistband, pulling it down and over his cock. Jake turned his head to look at you, the way you tucked your hair behind your ears, ready to bend down, knees brushing his side as they tremored from the orgasm.
He let his hand down on his thigh, rating it there as he adjusted himself on the cozy couch, thighs spreading and hips lowering.
You were stunned. The wet stain on the from of his underwear was massive, the heavy boner imprinting onto the ruined material. Before he could utter a word you pulled his boxers too, letting his hard cock free. He moaned at the sudden air that hit his pulsing head, eyes closing in brief pleasure.
He stood tall, veiny and painfully hard. His tip raging with blood, red and oozing precum. The veins run down its length, right down to the base and you gulped. "Do you know what to do with it?" His low and needy voice made your eyes flick to his, your hands already collecting your hair and pushing it to the side, so he could have a good view. You shook your head but still was lowering down. Jake couldn't look away. The moment your lips brushed the side of his head, leaving a light kiss onto it he took a sharp breath. You let the tip of your tongue out, poking him experimentally and he shuddered. His hand shot down, grabbing his base as he held it for you. "Lick the tip." He let out as his voice trailed off into a breathy moan. "Ah shit... Just like that."
You kitty locked his tip, the wet and warm muscle feeling his heated and tense head. The fluid was salty, tangy. You moaned at the taste tongue moving from the middle of his veiny cock up to the sensitive tip. Jake’s breath hitched when you looked up at him like that.
For a second he just watched you — chest rising and falling slowly, eyes dark and half-lidded, the tension in his jaw tightening as if he was trying to hold himself together. The room felt warmer than before, the air thick with that quiet, buzzing tension that had been building between you all night.
Your lips brushed him again in a soft, testing motion.
Jake swore under his breath.
His hand slid into your hair, not rough, but firm enough to make you look back up at him. His thumb brushed along your cheek, eyes roaming over your flushed face, the parted lips, the nervous determination in your gaze. You glanced up at him, lips slick, eyes wide and pupils blown. It made him curse under his breath, the simple brush of your breath against his sensitive flesh made his muscles tense. "I have to taste you, fuck —"
His fingers flexed around your strands, pulling you harshly with the strength so unexpected. Your lips collided in a messy kiss, noses bumping as he savored you. The saltines on your lips from him, the swollen, warm flesh moving against his experienced mouth trying to catch up and seem confident.
But fuck, did he actually enjoy the exact inexperience you tried so hard to conceal.
It made him groan against your clumsy lips, your hand fisting the front of his shirt as his other hand carresed the back of your thighs, fingers digging into the skin as he dragged the leg over his lap. Finally, his neck untensed, kissing you mercilessly as you settled on his lap, each knee on the side of his thighs. Your hands found their place on his shoulders, feeling the cotton material of his shirt under your fingertips. His grip in your hair faltered, both hands moving down to your thighs, carresinh the burning skin and feeling the goosebumps pricking his hyperaware touch.
Jake kissed you messily, tongue prodding at your parted and tired lips, carresing your slow warm muscle as you struggled to get into a rhythm with his expert moves. You moaned in annoyance and neediness, thighs quivering under his palms, the innerside trickling with your wetness, the air hitting your pulsing core.
Jake pulled back slightly, eyes opening just merrily. You chased his lips, a smirk on his own as he pulled back teasingly making you whine. He squeezed your bare hips, eyes going down your chest.
And it stayed stuck there.
He kneaded your hips, his teeth already catching his bottom lip. His gaze was stuck to the way your nipple still stood erect, the bra cup pushing your flesh up as it dug under it. He dug his head lower, eyes flicking up to you before his mouth engulfed your breast. You gasped at the unfamiliar warmth around your areola, your chest jutting out at instinct.
Jake's hard lenght rested low on his abdomen, hard and pulsing against his shirt, right between you two. Jake's tongue circled your nipple, flicking it rapidly with his tongue before sucking on it again.
Your eyes never left the way he assaulted your sensitive peak, pants leaving your mouth, fingers cramping against his shoulders. His saliva coated your bare breasts, his tongue gliding against it, teasing the bud as he balanced the tip of his tongue on it. His eyes closed in delight, his other hand coming up to unclip the bra on your back. And he did it at the first try, the pressure around your ribcage and chest releasing as he pulled it off of you, mouth attached to your swollen tit as he threw it over his shoulder. He moaned, hand coming up to massage the other one, rolling your nipple between his slender fingers.
"Fuck doll..." He pulled away just merilly to take in the full picture of your tits at his mercy. Swollen. Begging to be sucked. His cock twitched, the small white pearl trickling down his lenght, drooling at the sight before him. He grasped both of your tits, pressing them together and watching the flesh collide. His tongue switching from one to the other, teasingly flicking and carresing. You could not utter a word, just silently staring in awe at the way he handled your tender body. Gasps and moan escaping you at the sinful actions you never thought about before, never knew would make your pussy throb so violently.
You shivered in his hold, hips moving helplessly against air — just searching for some minimal friction. "Could lick these tits for hours shit—" He left a slow kiss on each of your nipples, lips lingering for a second longer than necessary, as if savoring the way your body reacted to him. Your breath kept hitching in uneven pulls, chest rising and falling faster the longer he watched you unravel.
Jake leaned back just enough to take you in again.
Your bra was gone, tossed somewhere behind the couch, your chest flushed and sensitive under the warm light of the room. His hands were still wrapped around your tits, thumbs brushing slowly over your peaks like he couldn't quite stop touching you.
Your hips shifted again without meaning to, that restless desperation returning the moment he stopped paying direct attention to the heat building lower in your body. Jake noticed immediately. His eyes flicked downward, catching the movement. A quiet, amused huff escaped him. "Getting needy, huh?" He murmured.
Your cheeks flushed, but you didn't deny it this time. The high still floating through your body made it hard to hide anything — every sensation louder, every emotion closer to the surface. "Jake…" You breathed softly.
The sound of his name like that made his jaw tighten for a second. He leaned forward again, pressing another slow kiss against your chest before lifting his gaze back to yours. His eyes were glassy from the high, half-lidded and heavy, but the hunger in them hadn't faded at all.
"If I keep going like this." He muttered quietly, "I'm not gonna stop."
Your stomach flipped.
You didn't move away. Jake studied your face for a second longer, watching the way your lips parted slightly, the way you looked at him like you were waiting for whatever he decided to do next. That was all the answer he needed. A crooked smile tugged at his mouth, eyes flicking down to your hips, to the soft curls tempting him just inches away from his leaking cock. He bit his lip hard enough that his jaw flexed.
"Fuck, sweetie… I have to taste you. Now."
The words came out rough, almost desperate. The composure he'd been holding onto all night was cracking. The smoke in the room still present and still getting to the both of you. Before you could even process it, his hands were already on you.
Jake's grip slid around your hips, firm and impatient as he pulled you toward him. The sudden movement made you gasp, your hands instinctively landing on his shoulders for balance as the couch dipped beneath the two of you.
"Bout to rock your world ." He muttered, voice low and breathy, almost as a promise to himself. You gulped at his words, hands gripping onto him. There was nothing hesitant about the way he moved now. His hands guided you with a certainty that made your stomach twist, shifting you across the cushions until your bodies tangled together, you on top of his body as he layed on the couch.
You blinked, a nervous lump catching in your throat when you realized what he was doing. He pulled you in a brief deep kiss, you hands came up by his head supporting your weight. The sudden closeness made you gulp, your tits pressed against his chest, his heavy and wet cock against your stomach, your pussy drooling at just the simple feel of it. When he pulled back, his breathing was heavier now, chest rising and falling under you, hands moving form your waist to your ass, grasping and squeezing it as you moved against him from the strength. Your damp bush moved up his cock, the roughness of your hair made him hiss, eyes never leaving yours.
"Fuck… feel that? His voice dropped, rougher now, feeling your wet bush rub against him, feeling your folds drool as you went still ove him, letting him handle you." Soaked already.” He exhales through his teeth, eyes dark. "You've got no idea what you're doing to me, dont you?" Jake's grip on your hips tightened suddenly, pulling you closer against him. His eyes dragged slowly down your body before flicking back up to your face, darker now, breath heavier. His hand slid down your thigh, guiding you with a firm squeeze. "Move up a little."
You hesitated for half a second, nerves fluttering in your chest, but the way his fingers pressed insistently at your hips made you obey. You shifted on your knees and palms over him, your breath catching when his gaze followed every inch of the movement.
"Good girl." He muttered hoarsely. His hand slid to the back of your thigh, urging you higher. "C'mon… Get over me... Turn around first." He instructed quietly. You did, a little clumsily, trying not to overthink the way his eyes followed every movement. "Knees by my head, face my feet."
When you shifted again he helped position you, steady hands settling you where he wanted you. You tried to ignore the nervous flutter in your chest, awareness of his eyes over your most intimate part. Ignoring the way his hard leaking cock that you knew nothing about was right in front of your face.
"There you go." He murmured, eyes still going over your figure. Your hair slid over your shoulder as you glanced back at him nervously. Jake's gaze moved slowly over you, heat flickering through his expression as his eyes finally stopped on your heat. Your dripping and pulsing heat, damp hairs sticking to your lips due to the slimy arousal. One hand slid along your thigh, the other steady at your waist as he nudged you into place.
"Babydoll, fuuuck..." He whimpered, throwing his head back slightly against the cushion before raising it again. Your breathing had already started picking up again, chest rising and falling faster as he adjusted you more, the closeness between you suddenly overwhelming. The high still humming in your body made everything feel heavier — his hands warmer, the air thicker, your thoughts slower.
Jake exhaled sharply when you finally settled where he wanted you. "Yeah." He muttered under his breath. His fingers tightened slightly at your hips, pulling you just a little closer. "Going to eat you so good..."
You could feel the tension in him now, the way his body seemed restless with need. Even through the haze clouding his eyes, the hunger there was unmistakable.
Your stomach fluttered.
His hand slid slowly up your side, fingers brushing along your ribs before settling at your waist again. For a second he just looked at you — really looked — eyes moving over your flushed skin, your messy hair, the way your lips stayed slightly parted from your uneven breathing as you gazed at him over your bare shoulder.
"God." He muttered quietly.
Then he leaned down to your core, voice dropping low again as you could not see him anymore. "Use that pretty mouth too, would you, hm?"
And for the first time he let his tongue move all the way from your clit and up to your entrance. You shuddered at the new feeling, the tight muscle of his going right between your untouched folds, separating them so suddenly and deliberately. He hummed in delight, the feel of your slickness against his tongue and the contrast of your rough curls sent him going crazy. "Fuck..." He muttered, tongue back on you, circling your clit with the tense tip of his tongue, letting it roll and flick just right. You tried to catch your breath, tried to supress the sounds that threatened to escape you. Wanting nothing else but to please him too, your eyes darted to his hard cock, nervously thinking what to do, what would make him feel good. And when your felt Jake moan against you, his plump lips sucking at your bud you panted back, mouth agape as your hand went to wrap around him hastily. Your hand moved clumsily up and down his shaft, precum leaking with each tug you delivered. He moaned against you again, lips releasing your clit before moving up to your entrance, poking and circling it. You moaned, eyes going shut and mouth agape, your palm stroking him as you leaned all the way down to his tip.
Just as you were about to engulf his raging head, a high pitched moan erupted from your chest when his finger entered your hole, mouth moving down to your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, flicking his hungry tongue over the puffy bud that pulsed between his slick lips. "Ah—" Your hand slowed down around him, eyes going shut as your forehead dropped down briefly to his hip, searching for something to hold onto, to steady you. Your hips moved back instinctively, meeting his finger half-thrust and grinding against his suckling mouth. "You like me sucking your pussy clean, hm?" He pulled just an inch before his tongue flicked your clit, dancing around it with precision, his finger thrusting into your throbbing tight hole fast. Your hand stopped at the base of his big cock, head raising from his hip as your moaned desperately, other hand fisting his sweats.
"Fuck— Yes Daddy, yes!"
Words left your fuzzy mind without a thought, and Jake swore his heart stopped. His dick twitched. He growled against your heat in response, tongue lapping up your essence that seemed to never stop. "Yeah? You like daddy making you feel good?"
Your breath caught hard in your throat at his words, the nickname still echoing through your hazy mind like a spark to dry fuel as you hummed in response. Heat rushed through your body all at once, your fingers tightening around him where you held him at the base. For a second you almost forgot what you were doing entirely — hips trembling above him while his mouth worked against you with a hunger that made your head spin.
"C'mon princess. Don't get tired now..." He muttered against you, voice muffled and rough as his tongue dragged slowly over you again, making your thighs tense around his head. "Use that mouth too… yeah, just like that."
The command pulled you back into the moment.
Your hand began moving again, slowly at first, uncertain fingers sliding along his length while your lips finally lowered around the heated tip you'd been hovering over. The contact pulled a deep groan out of him instantly, the vibration of it sending another sharp shiver up your spine.
"Fuck…" He breathed, the word rumbling low against your skin. Your tongue moved shyly, copying what he instructed you earlier — small, curious movements, tasting the salty warmth there before your lips closed more firmly around him. Your hand followed the rhythm, sliding up and down as you tried to find a pace that felt right.
Jake's reaction was immediate. He moaned, hips bucking into your mouth and grip. His hand came down to your thigh, gripping it firmly while his finger curled inside you, thrusting a little deeper now. His mouth didn't leave you for more than a second at a time, tongue flicking and circling before sealing around your sensitive bud again with renewed focus.
"That's it…" He rasped, breath uneven now. "Look at you… learning so fast."
The praise made your stomach tighten.
You tried to keep moving for him, your mouth and hand working together clumsily but eagerly, and every small sound he made only made you want to do it better. His hips twitched beneath you, his fingers tightening slightly in your thigh while his tongue pressed harder, more deliberate now.
The rhythm between you both started to build without either of you saying it.
Your hips moved against his face helplessly, chasing the sensation each time his tongue found the exact spot that made your whole body jolt. His finger pushed in deeper, curling slightly as he felt you clench around him.
"Yeah… There you go." He murmured against you, voice low and breathless. "Feel that?"
You did.
The strange tight warmth in your stomach was back again, stronger this time — spreading through your body in waves that made it harder and harder to keep your movements steady. Your hand faltered around him for a moment, a muffled moan slipping from your throat when he pulled his finger out, vibrations around his tip sending his hips thrusting up.
Jake noticed instantly.
His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you where he wanted you, holding you in place while his tongue moved faster, more focused now. His head moved against your pussy, eating you till he is breathless, till your essence dripped down onto his shirt, till his tongue glided against your hairy lips, sucking off the sticky mess.
Your mouth detached from him, a string of saliva snapping as you finally moaned, hand stopping all the movements over him. Your mouth went agape, eyes tight shut at the knot forming in the pit of your stomach. "I—I—Yes! Fuck!" You stuttered, crying out as you moved back against his face. He slurped you up furiously, moaning as he let your pussy drool all over his face.
Your body shuddered violently, everything seemed to shut down except him. Every nerve was alight as the heat coiled tighter and tighter in your core. Breath hitched and uneven, your chest rising and falling fast. Your hands clutched at the couch as your hips moved desperately back against him. The sensation of him beneath you, relentless and unyielding, was too much, too exquisite, and your mind could not hold back any longer.
"D—Daddy... Oh fuck!" You cried, voice breaking. Jake stiffened under you at your voice, eyes closing for a moment as he savored the sound. The nickname slipped out so naturally, so needy, it pulled a low desperate groan from his chest as he didn't let up. His tongue sucked at your clit harshly, rolling it between his plump tired lips as his two fingers found your hole again. He felt your spasming entrance pull them in, sucking greedily.
He held you there, face pressed to your most sensitive spot, tongue circling and flicking, his fingers pumping into you just enough to tease you, guiding the waves of release that kept crushing through you. Your nails dug into his sides now, pressing into his covered thighs. He hissed against you at it, his own breathing raged and desperate.
"That's it, doll... That's it." He rasped, voice low and commanding. "Feel that... Feel how good you are for me." Your high body trembled, hips jerking lightly as your climax ripped through you. Your hair stuck to your sweaty face, sticky and wild, your throat hoarse as you shivered over him. His grip on your thighs faltered, now digging into your hip as he guided you over his mouth that moved around your bud with sharp and teasing precision, keeping you riding the aftermath of your high. "So perfect, babydoll... Look at you, shaking for me." He murmured, voice rough and vibrating against your swollen pussy, his fingers pumping into you mercilessly.
Your thighs felt like jelly, shivering and trembling with each feel of his warmth against you. Your chest heavied, against his pelvis, arms shaky by his sides. Every whispered words from him sent shivers down your spine, making you arch instinctively, chasing the lingering waves of pleasure and not wanting this to end. You sobbed, vision blurry as you still grinded against his savage fingers. "Please please please— I don't want it to stop please Daddy!" You cried out, hands fisting his sweats as the pleasure started subduing, slowly being replaced by the sensitivity you never felt before.
Jake's hummed under you, feeling your weight on top of his burning body as his fingers assaulted your heat. Your gaping hole fluttered when he pulled them out, making you twitch under his eyes as he smacked your thigh. Hard. A red harsh print rising fast on your sweaty skin as the smack resonanted the room. And you jolted from it. "C'mon... Bend over the couch f'me."
You hummed in affirmation, nodding to yourself as you crawled away from him, your body tender and limp, but still the hunger kept you tethered. You grabbed the back of the couch ignoring the uncomfortable sensitivity between your slick thighs as they quivered. Your knees deeped into the cushion, your arms resting over the back rest as you positioned yourself. Slightly leaned over. Knees apart. Lower back arched.
Just the way you thought is supposed to be.
Jake was quick to eye your position, going over your side and curves. You turned your head to the side to look at him. Ruined. You were ruined. Jake hummed in delight, gaze dancing over your face as he pushed himself up. "Little girl is learning fast, hm?" His hands grabbed the hem of his shirt as he was up on his feet, moving right behind you. "Are you that eager for a cock?" He taunted, shirt on the floor by his feet as he let his knees dip into the couch bezween your apart calves. You gulped, still trying to collect yourself, to steady. The only sign of presence form him was the dipped couch right by your legs, the suffocating warmth from the proximity behind you and now his arms that came into your vision, grabbing onto the same cushion right by your own trembling hands. He moved closer, breath fanning your ear, his cock slightly brushing your ass and you froze. "Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?" His voice was low, seductive.
Jake placed a tender kiss on your shoulder, the place burning and aching. "Let me use your little virgin cunt? Hm?" He grinded his hips right on you, letting it glide between your tender asscheeks. He felt you move back against it, a whimper following. He chuckled darkly, one of his hands moving down around his cock, grasping it and leading it to your leaking folds.
"Shit baby..." His gaze was stuck to your messy heat. Tip grazing against rough hairs as they caressed his raging head. He hissed, dragging it against the slimy and sticky mess. You gasped when he dived into your slit, dragging the tip up and down your fold, separating them and watching the way they closed around his pulsing dick. He groaned when he felt your bud against his shaft, grinding and thrusting right through your mess. You shook under Jake, letting him play with you as he pleased, as he and only he wanted.
"You are going to take this dick, right sweetie?"
No answer, just a sharp inhale when his tip caught onto your clit before moving up to your entrance, tapping against your clenching hole.
"Words, pretty... I need words."
"Y—Yes..." He put a slight pressure against your gaping slit. You gasped. "Yes what?" He asked cockily, right by your ear. You closed your eyes as you inhaled sharply again, trying to form a proper sentence and ignore the way he was shallowly pressing against your pussy, trying to get the filthy words out of you.
"I-I'm going to take it..."
Jake's brows furrowed, teasingly thinking about it with a smirk tugging at his lips. He pushed the tip in with no warning and you stiffened. "Hmmm, I dont think I like that. Let's rephrase it, shall we?" He slammed in, knocking the air out of your lungs with the sudden stretch and fullness. You gripped the backrest, a sob escaping you. Too full. It was too much. Your nails dug into the cushion, bracing for more. The pain was sudden when he glided in with a sharp thrust. He stayed still, breath still fanning your cheek. "I'm going to take daddy's cock like a good little girl, say it." He bottomed out, feeling your walls relax around him before he thrusted in again. His now free hand came up to your hair, tangling into the roots as it stayed there. "I—I'm going to take daddy' s cock like a good little girl!" You sobbed out, tears threatening to drop down your hot face. He pulled back again, hips slamming against your ass hard, sending you jolting against the couch.
"Good girl...." He cooed, jutting his bottom lip out as he breathed over your ear. "See? It wasn't that hard." He started thrusting, catching the rhythm and feeling you tremble with each drag of his heavy cock against your soft velvety walls. You bit your lip, eyes tight shut as a tear rolled down your cheek. You were gripping the back rest for dear life, his hips smacking and dick dragging in and out of you made you dizzy.
When suddenly, the uncomfortable thrusting, the uncomfortable stretch started melting into something else. Your mouth opened, focusing on your breathing as you relaxed against him. Jake felt that, felt your walls relax and take him in without resistance. "That's it..." He murmured. "Take it all." His grip tightened in your hair, hips speeding up. A broken low moan escape your parted lips when he pistoned into. Your gummy walls taking him in, sucking so invitingly. Your brows furrowed, the tears drying on your warm cheeks as you let him abuse your tight cunt.
Jake delivered a kiss to your shoulder, tongue flicking your ear as he panted, chasing the friction that seemed to only dissolve with your wetness that seeped out of you. The sounds were obscene, echoing together with the forgotten low music in the background, your pants and sobs replacing it.
"So fucking tight." He groaned when he felt you squeeze him. His fingers flexed in your hair, pushing your head lower, bending your body to his will as he straightened his back, eyes moving down to the way you took him. The new slightly different angle made you moan, hips moving to meet his. Your forehead on the couch, arms dangling in front of you as he pressed harder and harder into you. The smacking sounds were filthy, your moans and his pants mixed in a spiral of frenzied hunger.
"Please please please." You uttered out, the now familiar knot forming again at the pit of your abdomen, the third orgasm on its way as the sensitivity was long forgotten. Jake's eyes moved over your back, over your hips that moved with each plunge of his into your pussy that took him so good. His cock throbbed, begging for a release. But Jake licked his lips, eyes stuck to your essence sticking to his pelvis and the base of his cock and he groaned, pulling out hastily.
"I have to fucking taste you again." He spoke through gritted teeth at your gasp of surprise at the sudden emptiness. He lowered down, his grip on the couch and your hair moving down to your hips as he was down face to face with your wetness. You raised your head, glancing over your shoulder in confusion, trying to catch your breath.
His tongue ran through your folds impatiently, moaning at your mixed arousals at it ooze out of your used hole. Fucking tainted cunt that was his to use for the first time. His to make it filthy and ruined.
You moaned, hand blindly reached behind you, finding his hair as you gripped it. "So good! Please don't stop!" You moaned out, feeling his thumbs coming to spread your lips, revealing the tender flesh that begged for his mouth. And he attached to you again, sucking and rolling your bud aggressively before moving up to your hole, thrusting his tongue repeatedly, feeling you fall apart and melt into the couch.
He pulled away, just enough to spit onto you, saliva attaching and dripping as it mixed with your slimy mess. It dripped right from your hole and moved your throbbing clit. It dipped right into your dark hair.
Jake inhaled sharply, watching it stick to the ruined, harsh hairs and before he could stop himself his tongue dived into your bush, his nose bumping at your sore bundle of nerves. He dragged his tongue around your puffy hair, moaning as he felt it scratch his hot muscle just right, feeling it graze his plump lips. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath, his hand coming down to stroke his abandoned cock furiously, tugging it fast as he raised himself again on his feet, knees back on their old position against the couch as he entered you again.
He moaned at the feel together with your desperate whine at the intrusion. Feeling him fill every space behind you. No words were exchanged as he started thrusting into you furiously, chasing his high. You squirmed under him, soft moans leaving your parted lips as he ravished you. His breath hitched as your body trembled beneath him, the warmth and closeness making his head spin. For a moment he just held you there, chest pressed against your back, his hands gripping your hips as he moved with a restless, impatient rhythm. The couch creaked faintly beneath you both, the room filled with nothing but uneven breathing and the quiet sounds of movement.
Your fingers curled into the fabric beneath you, trying to steady yourself as the sensation kept building again, softer this time but just as overwhelming. The haze from earlier still clung to your thoughts, making everything feel slower, warmer, more intense. Jake noticed immediately, a quiet groan slipped from him as he pulled you a little closer against him, his grip tightening slightly on your waist.
Jake let out a rough breath, his grip tightening on your hips as he held you exactly where he wanted you. The desperation in him was obvious now — no more restraint, no careful teasing. Just raw hunger.
"God… Listen to you." He muttered near your ear, voice hoarse and low. "All those pretty sounds and you think I'm gonna go easy on you?"
Your breath caught at the tone alone.
He leaned closer, chest pressing harder into your back, the warmth of him wrapping around you as his movements grew more impatient again. A quiet whine escaped you, and that only seemed to make him worse.
Jake let out a dark chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin as his fingers tightened slightly at your waist, keeping you from slipping away from him. "Yeah, that's it… keep making those noises." He murmured. "You've got no idea what that does to me."
Your head tipped forward, breath uneven, fingers gripping the backrest at the feel of his cock reaching deeper than ever. "" Don’t hide from me."He said, voice suddenly sharper, more commanding. One hand slid up your side, guiding your jaw to face him over your shoulder so he could see your face again. "I want to see you when you feel it."
Your eyes flicked to his, dazed and glassy. Jake groaned quietly at the sight the other hand coming between your legs to rub your clit "Fuck… There she is." He breathed, fingers speeding up against your puffy bud. "All worked up and looking at me like that."
His thumb brushed along your jaw for a second before his hand dropped back to your hip, pulling you closer again. You whimpered, your head overwhelmed with all the stimulation that you are left just breathing harshly. "You're trouble, you know that?" He muttered, breath hot against your neck, fingers never faltering against your clit as you felt the knot grow tight, at the bring f exploding. "Walking around acting all innocent, and then look what you do to me."
You shifted helplessly against him, hips trying to run from his merciless hand but was only met with his cock that plunged into you angrily, pulsing inside of you. Your breath broke into a shaky cry as the pressure inside you tightened impossibly, every nerve screaming with the intensity of it. Jake felt it — the way your body started trembling against him, the way your hips faltered as if you didn't know whether to pull away or chase the feeling harder.
"Yeah cum on my cock, sweetie. " He rasped against your ear, voice thick and dark. His arm wrapped tighter around your waist, holding you right where you were when you tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation. "You feel that, huh? Been building this whole time."
You whimpered, fingers clutching blindly at his forearm, your body shaking harder with every second. He chuckled darkly against your skin, his hips fucking you into the oblivious, fingers playing with your sensitive clit. "Jake! Jake fuck!"
"Fuck…" He breathed, the sound almost a growl as he felt you come apart against him. His grip tightened on you, holding you steady while your body trembled through it, your breath coming out in broken gasps. "That's it." He murmured, voice suddenly softer but still thick with hunger. "Good girl… such a good girl."
Your nails dug into his arm as the aftershocks kept rippling through you, your body weak and shaking in his hold. Jake pressed his forehead briefly to the side of your head, his breathing just as ragged now.
"This little pussy is sucking me in so good..." He muttered hoarsely, fingers against your twitching clit stopping as he focused on the way your spasming walls took him. "Going to fucking breed you... Let everyone know you let me in your tight virgin pussy." He sped up his thrusts, the pace making you grip the couch tighter, closing your eyes as you endured. You moaned, his words sending small waves of pleasure through you. "You want that, hm?" You nodded quickly, breathing unstable and fast as spoke through gritted teeth, when the sudden tightness burst and he moaned. His cock shot ropes of white right into you, coating your walls as it pulsed. Jake's thrust slowed gradually, letting the last drops leave his throbbing lenght.
Jake's breath left him in a long, ragged exhale as the last of the tension drained from his body. For a moment he stayed exactly like that behind you, forehead resting against your shoulder, both of you breathing hard in the quiet room. The haze from earlier still clung to everything — the music faint somewhere in the background, the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the slow return of your senses after everything that had just happened. His hand slid lazily over your hip, squeezing once before he finally pulled out. His cock drained and your pussy glistening and pulsing.
You felt the movement and let out a soft, exhausted whine, your arms still braced against the couch as you tried to steady your breathing. Jake chuckled quietly behind you at the sound, the low rumble of it warm against your skin.
"Easy…" He murmured.
He shifted again, slowly pulling away and helping you sit back properly against the cushions. For a second neither of you spoke. You just sat there catching your breath, hair messy, lips parted, your body still trembling faintly from the aftershocks. The sudden uncomfortable leak of fluid from your hole made you hiss, eyes dropping between your thighs as you slightly spread them.
Jake ran a hand through his hair, letting out another breath before glancing over at you. "Hey." He said quietly, nudging your knee with his. "Look at me."
Your eyes lifted to his, still a little dazed. His expression softened slightly when he saw you like that — flushed, shy again now that the intensity had faded. "I'll grab you a Plan B later." He said, voice calmer now, almost casual despite everything that had just happened. "Just to be safe." You blinked at him, the seriousness of it cutting through the fog in your head. Then you nodded slowly, still quite not grasping the situation and everything that happened.
Jake leaned back into the couch with a tired sigh, throwing an arm across his eyes, breathing hard. "Jesus." He muttered with a crooked smile, everything coming to him in a flash. The weight falling on his shoulders he didn't expect it to. "Didn't expect tonight to go like that." Before you could answer, a sudden knock echoed from the front door.
Both of you froze.
Another knock followed, louder this time. Jake's head turned slowly toward the hallway, brows lifting slightly. "Uh…" He muttered under his breath. From outside the door, a familiar voice called out.
"Hello? Jake? Is she here?"
Your stomach dropped instantly.
Your mom.
Jake snapped his head toward you, eyes going over your naked figure before he tucked himself in his briefs, raising the sweats back over his hips. He grabbed the shirt from the floor and put it on before he spoke with a commanding and controlled voice, no sight of any panic.
"Get dressed. Quickly."
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! this is all work of fiction. in no way this is a representation of enhypen members nor do I believe this is how they behave in real life or condone these actions!
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THE BET - SJY ── .✦
Jake sim, one of the most popular boys in school makes it his goal to have you fall for him, a simple bet with his friends. Little does he know, he’ll be the one falling to his knees for you
sim jaeyun x fem!reader
content warnings: smut, angst, inexperienced reader x experienced jake, pussy drunk jake, pussy eating, fingering, dry humping, multiple makeout scenes, mutual masterbation, unprotected sex, cream pie, mentions of bullying & alcohol, jake is a massive giver, and a simp (begging), hyung line mentioned, porn with a plot..let me know if I missed anything!
word count: 16.8k
bonus scene here!
Going to a school where everyone around you got what they wanted was torture. Especially for someone like you. You don't come from a wealthy family like the other students do. Some people would call your home life unfortunate if they knew. Which is exactly why almost no one knows.
You only got accepted into this school because of a scholarship program, after endless studying, and trying to stay focused at your old school, that was your out.
It was hard though, with the bullying, the mean comments, trying to remain sane while everyone in your life pushed and pointed like you were some object for observation and critiquing.
But at your new school, people actually leave you alone. You've been attending here for a few months now. As a natural observer it only took 1 to understand the dynamic of the people here.
From the designer hand bags, to the freshly blown out hair, the girls here were not only gorgeous but also had the money to maintain things like that, it was obvious why they didn't bother you. Because you weren't a threat.
Just like any other school there's always those cliques, the groups of people who hang around the same circle. Yours happens to be you and two other girls, your first friends you made here, Lyla and Gigi.
You have a hard time telling if they pity you, they know your situation. How your mother constantly tries to live off the wealth of other men, they know you don’t live in a good area—
“Oh my gosh he totally looked at me, didn't he look at me?” Lyla says, eyes darting between you and Gigi.
“He quite literally looks at anything with boobs Ly..” Gigi says, taking a bite of the school cafeterias fries.
“Come on, at least feed into my delusions a little bit” She says, stealing one of your fries.
You turn your head slightly, three tables back sits the most known group of boys in the whole school. Football players. Typical.
“You’re talking about Heeseung right?” you say turning back to your friends. “Obviously! I mean with Gigi being Jay’s sister obviously he knows who I am right?” She says, eyes wide
“Yeah- im sure he does, don't they hang out a ton after school and stuff too?” You ask, playing with the salad on your plate with a fork.
“Yup! At Gigi’s too, most of the time, and especially after practice, when they're hot and sweaty-”
“Okay gross. my brother is on that team” Gigi says, gagging
You've been to her house a few times, whether it was for one of your group projects, or to help her out with some school work, Slept over often too, I mean her house was huge.
Her parents even offered to have you sleep in one of the 6 guest bedrooms. But Lyla said it doesn't count as a sleepover if we’re not all together.
“Incoming, 12 o’clock.” Lyla says looking past your shoulder at the group of boys.
“How much you wanna bet she’s gonna yell at him” Gigi says, making you turn around, you watch as a familiar blonde haired girl you've seen around campus storms into the cafeteria, heels clicking on the ground as she approaches them.
“Jake where the fuck were you!” She yells, glaring at the dark haired boy, number 15 on the football team. You only know that because Lyla made you go through the list of them to figure out which one Heeseung was.
You watch him, the way his eyes never leave his phone when he speaks. “God- What do you not fucking understand about where done?” He says finally looking up at her, the other guys around him look like they're watching a movie while they observe the interaction.
“But you didn't even-” she starts “Clara I don't want to hear your bullshit okay? Just leave me alone.” He says, tone irritated.
“Fine- you know you're just like all the other guys. Only talking to girls just to get your dick wet.”You watch the way her grip tightens on her designer bag.
“You didn't seem to mind.” He says, making the guys around him let out the laughs they've been holding.
“Fuck you- you’re so going to regret this!” She says, and you watch as he rolls his eyes and focuses back on his phone
“She looks like she's about to throw a tantrum” Gigi says, making your attention go back to your friends
“I mean Jake knew what he was getting into when they started..messing around" Lyla says.
You just nod, half listening before turning your head again to look at the group, they’re back to laughing, probably at the interaction that just happened.
“-and then we can order pizza or something, it’s the perfect night for it too! You in y/n?” Lyla says, and you look at them confused “Huh?”
“Girl, The Victoria's Secret fashion show duh, it's live tonight.” She says "Gigi's house obviously since you know, movie theater room”
“I love the way you volunteered my own place, But yeah, my house tonight” She says shrugging
“Um- I dont know guys..I kind of have to study-”
“Y/n it's friday night. Come on, you have all weekend to study, please!” She says looking at you with those infamous puppy dog eyes
“Fine, fine ill be there, what time?” You ask, picking up your phone.
“Like 7 ish?” Lyla says, looking at Gigi who just nods, “Yeah, Jay won't be home either, pretty sure him and his friends are going to some party.”
“Your parents are letting him?” Lyla asks, brow raising.
“They're not even home, they literally left for their anniversary trip not even 3 hours ago.” Gigi says checking her phone. “So it will just be us then? she nods.
The rest of the day is a blur, between trying to set up tutoring appointments with your counselor, because apparently it looks good to help other students, and trying to finish your own work so you can actually go to Gigi’s.
You mentally prepare yourself to ask your mom if you can go tonight, hoping she's in a good mood. Knocking lightly on her bedroom door “Mom?” you ask quietly and the door swings open, you take in her attire, the club dress, the really tall heels, her hair and make up done.
“You’re going on another date?” You ask brow raising
“Yeah, remember that guy from the bar I told you about, Chris?" She says smiling, you nod even though you don't remember her saying a thing about him.
“Right- um well I was just wondering if I can go to Gigi’s tonight? I finished my homework and stuff and its also friday so-”
“Sure” She says, and you pause. It must be because she's going on a date, because you would have gotten a whole lot more shit.
“Can you sleep over too.” It's not a question.
“Uh- I can ask” You say shrugging
“Well just try too okay? Im about to leave” She says, putting in her earrings and giving you a very rare kiss on your forehead before walking out the door, leaving you confused as ever.
Its like the universe was on your side when you opened your phone to see the group chat messages
Lyla: Gigi we should just have a sleepover
Lyla: It's already gonna be late when the live is done too
Lyla: Plus we haven't had one in so long
Gigi: yeah I was literally going to ask if you guys wanted to stay the night anyway lol
Lyla: YAY! Good because my bags already packed
Gigi: Y/n can u come too?
You: Yup! I'll be there
You set your phone down so you can focus on packing an overnight bag, you don't need to overdress either, so you settle on wearing some shorts, a hoodie, and fluffy socks with slippers, this is a sleepover after all
When you get to Gigi's house- no, mansion, because this can't even compare to your house. Lyla comes running out
"You're late!” She says, grabbing your bags from you “It's like 10 minutes-”
“And the show starts in 20!” she says frantically, grabbing your arm and dragging you into the house
You dont think you’ll ever get over how nice it is, from the high ceilings to the expensive paintings on the wall, and the pool in the backyard, probably way too big for a family of four.
You catch the faint smell of popcorn from the kitchen, as Lyla places your bags by the stairs, “Where's Gigi?” you ask
“Shes setting up in the movie room, im trying to finish the popcorn” Lyla says going to the kitchen
You walk down the hall you've grown familiar with, observing the pictures on the wall of Gigi's family
“Y/n- how do you disconnect a Playstation from the TV? Jay didn't even bother to.” She says, clicking random buttons on the remote. You laugh walking over to help her
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“Okay all I have to say is when I get married and stuff, im making my husband buy me that specific set.” Lyla says over the runway music, making you and Gigi laugh because she practically yells over how loud it is.
You open your mouth to speak but stop when all three of your eyes go to the door as it opens, Heeseung walks in pausing as his eyes go to the large TV screen “Holy shit- are you guys watching porn?” He says, looking at the model on the stage, the space instantly feels smaller as Sunghoon pushes past him to get in the room “We’re not watching porn!” Gigi says, pausing the TV
Lyla is just staring at Heeseung, Jay walks in next “Gigi what the hell are you watching-”
“Did we interrupt your group gooning session?” Heeseung says. You watch Gigi's face flush red, now clearly visible since Jay turned on the lights.
“Jay- You said you were going to that stupid ass party tonight!” She says walking over to him “Yeah well it got cancelled.” He says, rolling his eyes. “Bruh I've been wanting to play the ps5 all day” Sunghoon says before looking at the TV again
“Do we not literally have a room for you to do just that?” Gigi says, eyeing down Sunghoon, before looking back at her brother.
“Dude someone left a whole bag of popcorn in the microwave-” Jake walks in pausing when he sees everyone in here, his eyes land on you for a split second before looking at the TV “What are they watch-”
“Its not fucking porn! You all are so stupid!” Gigi says before her eyes snap back to Jay “I literally said I was having Y/n and Lyla over in our messages!”
“Yeah well I forgot” He rolls his eyes again, you cant help but observe the other four boys, you watch Heeseungs eyes, following them to Lyla.. that has to be considered eye fucking.
You can't help but look at Jake though, he's wearing glasses. Are they prescription? He’s looking at something on his phone. He just showed Sunghoon something on his phone that made him smile. Sunghoon looks at you for a second before nudging Jake's shoulder, Jake is looking at you- is he looking behind you? You turn your head slightly, before looking back at him, why is he smirking-
“Fine! You keep the movie room well just go in the living room. Just don't snitch” Jay pleads, not even embarrassed that he's begging in front of his friends, Gigi just beams proudly, knowing she's won when they walk out.
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“She’s a virgin?!” Jake practically yells, making Heeseung, and Sunghoon's eyes snap to him.
“You’re so fucking lucky the movie room is noise cancellation.” Jay says pinching his eyebrows
“And- I don't even know if it's true, I just over heard Gi talking on the phone with her and Lyla a few weeks back” Heeseung and Sunghoons attention on the movie long forgotten
“Are you talking about y/n?” Heeseung asks curiously
“There's no way, I mean yeah she's like quiet and shit but she has some experience right?” Sunghoon adds
“I don't know man, but her and Gi became friends at the beginning of the school year, she's been over a few times. She's pretty chill.” Jay says
“So she doesn't have a boyfriend?” Jake asks, brow raising
“I thought you liked them experienced Jake? You fuck with little virgins now or what?” Heeseung says smirking
“I mean she’s cute, nothing wrong with teaching her a thing or two” Jake says with a knowing look on his face
“She doesn't really talk to guys though–like at all. Gi always complains that she’s too busy studying. But she's hella smart, tutoring and shit-”
“Wait, she tutors?” Jake's ears perk up at that
“Yeah she came over to help Gigi with chem the other day.” Jay says casually, like he didn't just give him the golden ticket to your personal space
“Are you serious?” Sunghoon says looking at him
Heeseung glances between the two, picking up what they're hinting at. “It's kinda risky, I mean girls like that- they aren't like, easy you know? Plus you're literally one of the smartest on the team.”
“You think she's actually gonna be interested though?” Jay asks
“I bet she'll see through that shit the first tutoring lesson honestly” Sunghoon says, making Heeseung laugh
“You think I only pull the easy ones?” Jake watching the both of them
“Thats all you’ve done this whole time-” Heeseung starts
“Alright bet.” Jake says, making the three of them pause
“Bet?”
“Yeah, I'll get her to fall for me.” Jake says confidently
“Yeah right” Heeseung adds
“Shit- I mean what about Clara though?” Sunghoon asks
“What about her? Im not fucking her anymore”
“You realise the shit she's gonna give y/n if you actually go through with that?” Jay says
“You’re basically setting her up for failure, Claras fucking crazy.” Heeseung says
“I still dont know why you decided to fuck her in the first place” he adds
“Probably because of her personality.” Jay says through a laugh
“Nah fuck her, she wont mess with y/n like that, shes not that desperate.” Jake says, but deep down he doesn't know if it's 100% true. Is he really setting you up for failure with this?
He's pulled from his thoughts when you come walking out of the movie room, coincidentally.
He only saw you sitting down, but now he's taking you in fully. Hoodie, shorts, fluffy…cat socks.
You pause when you see them all staring at you before awkwardly smiling and going to the kitchen to grab more popcorn.
Lyla and Gigi sent you out because they got it last time, but that's when there wasn't a group of guys you hardly knew in the living room.
Jay nudges Jake's shoulder before glancing to the kitchen, hesitating a beat before standing up and walking over.
You're looking through the five different popcorn options, who even needs that much popcorn anyway.
He watches as you choose the ‘extra butter’ one before speaking “Good choice” He says, walking further into the kitchen
“Oh- um thanks, it's the best one” You say, opening the microwave to put the popcorn in, he looks down at your legs, then back at your face when you turn around
“Y/n right?” He says, watching your face
“Yeah, I know who you are already though.” fingers toying with the end of your hoodie
“Oh? You've been to a game?” He says, taking a step closer
“No- I mean, I don't really watch football like that or anything- or sports” You say, looking back at how much time is on the popcorn, 50 seconds.
50 more seconds of this extremely weird interaction between you and one of the most popular guys in school.
He notices, he doesn't like that. “Y’know we have the same 3rd block.”
“Oh- AP Anatomy & Physiology?" You ask, but you know exactly what he's talking about, how could you not. He’s the 9th one to arrive in class everyday, everyone swarms his desk like a bunch of baby ducks just to talk to him.
“Yeah, I sit in the third row-” He's pauses when the beep of the microwave interrupts him, you silently thank the universe before pulling the popcorn out and mumbling something like “enjoy your movie” before practically running back to the movie room, leaving Jake confused, but also intrigued, most girls fall to their knees the second he gets within a 5 feet radius, so why did you just run away..
He walks back to the living room, sitting down, “Told you, easy ones only” Heeseung says through a laugh
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You're the first person to walk into AP Anatomy & Physiolgy on Monday, as always. You take your usual assigned, unassigned seat in the back row by the window, unpacking your bag, getting settled.
Your teacher walks in shortly after, she’s gotten used to you being here first. “Y/n” she says over the silence “Yes?”
“Are you okay with talking about how you're offering tutoring?” setting her own stuff down
"I'll have you do it at the end of class.” she adds. “Oh- yeah, I printed flyers for it too.” You say, and she smiles.
The students slowly file in, your eyes flick up to the door when the 9th person comes in. Jake.
The second he walks in his eyes are on you, you don't know why you feel hot all the sudden, like someone turned up the heater when he looks at you
Barely having any time to take in his outfit, you tap your pen on your paper, hoodie and jeans maybe?
You stop when you see the familiar frame take a seat next to you- Why is Jake sitting next to you, does he not always sit in the third row- You don't look at him, instead looking down at his shoe in your peripheral vision, because it would be weird to look at him. Even if you do feel his eyes on you.
The class flies by, you write down whatever your teacher puts on the board, trying not to be distracted by the noticeable presence beside you, if he had an aura around him, it would be clashing into yours because this whole time you've been weirdly affected by his close proximity.
“..And y/n has something to say as well.” Your teacher says, pulling you from your thoughts,you watch as everyone's heads turns to you before you stand up and walk to the front, clearing your throat
“Hi- im offering tutoring for anyone who needs extra help, any subject, um- here are the flyers if you're interested.” you say quickly before placing them on the teachers desk and walking back to your seat.
There's nothing you hate more than public speaking like that, you try to subtly calm your breathing. Jakes eyes are focused on you the whole time.
As soon as the bell rings you’re practically already out the door, Jake watches you stand up abruptly and rush out before he goes to the teachers desk to grab one of the flyers.
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“I don't know- she didn't even spare me a glance, like at all.” Jake says, setting his bag down on the bench in the locker room
“I told you, she doesn't talk to guys like that” Jay mutters, tying his shoe
“Pretty boy lost his charm huh?” Heeseung chuckles, shutting the door behind him
“Not completely” Jake says, pulling out your tutoring flyer from his bag
“You sneaky motherfucker-” Sunghoon eyes him, grabbing the paper from his hands
“Holy shit- you're actually going through with that?” Heeseung looks over Sunghoon's shoulder
“Just to prove a point?” Sunghoon asks
Jake doesn’t have time to reply before the Coach comes in, yelling at them to ‘get the fuck out the locker room’
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As soon as you get home, you pause when you see a suitcase by the door. “Oh y/n- took you long enough, you remember Chris right?” She say’s coming out of her room with a duffel bag
“The guy you went on a date with?” You ask, seting your backpack down
“Yeah, the rich one” She says with a smirk
“Anyways, he’s taking me to Boston for a trip!” She says excitingly
“Boston- what? Didnt you just meet him though?” You ask, brow raising in confusion
“I think he might be the one” She says smiling, the same smile she’s put on every time she says that.
“Um- well how long?” you ask, trying to register this whole thing
“Hmm- like 2 and half weeks-”
“2 and a half?! Mom- what the hell?”
“Calm down, I hate when you get like this y/n.” She says, putting her duffel bag on her shoulder
“Theres money for food, and whatever you need on the counter. It's not like I'm leaving you here to starve.”
“But-”
“Shit- I gotta go, ill call you when we land okay?” She says, giving you an awkward side hug before rushing out, leaving you confused as ever. This is what always happens though so you don't know why you're confused. She’s probably just doing it for the money anyway. Marry a rich man, use him to provide for us. It's pathetic.
The time was 9:46 when you receive the message. A number you don't know, you click on it
Unknown: Hey, Is this y/n?
You: Who is this?
Unknown: I got this number from your tutoring flyers
sitting up, this is the first person to actually text you about that
You: Oh yeah, what subject do you need help with?
Unknown: AP Anatomy & Physiology
You: Okay perfect, I have an A in that class so I can definitely help
You get your notebook out and a pencil
You: How soon do you want to start? And what's your first and last name
Unknown: Can we start tomorrow? I have practice everyday except Tuesdays
Practice? No way. You feel your heart beat pick up, This cant be–
Unknown: First names Jake, last names Sim.
The Jake Sim is texting you, about.. Tutoring. Is he not one of the top students though? You take a deep breath before typing back a reply
You: Okay, Tomorrow works. Does after school in the library work for you?
Jake Sim: Yeah im good with that
Jake Sim: I’ll see you tomorrow y/n
You shut your phone off, trying to ignore the way your palms are sweating a little too much right now, who even uses peoples names like that in messages?
Jake smiles down at his phone before swiping out of the chat.
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You're early. You're also early everywhere you go. You already set up your computer, and notebook with his name at the top, even after you erased it 3 times.
He walks in, you notice immediately, looking up from your paper, his hair is framing his face, no glasses today. White shirt with jeans. He smiles before sitting down across from you, you smile back, trying to seem less awkward.
You try to remind yourself, this is a mere tutoring lesson, so you'll act like it.
“So I just need to know what you're struggling on before we actually get into the teaching stuff.” you say looking at him, his eye contact is intense, it's hard to hold it.
He pulls out his own notebook
“Mainly muscle contractions,heart anatomy, and” He pauses before looking up at you “-Hormones.” You hesitate a beat before writing that down under his name. He notices.
“Okay, I can work with this- is there anything specific you don't understand? Is it a focusing thing?” You ask, genuinely concerned “I actually pulled up your average and you seem to be doing fine-”
“It's my memory” He says quickly “I have a hard time understanding, when the teacher talks it doesn't really comprehend well.”
“Oh- that's completely normal, are you more hands on?” You ask
He smirks “And visual.”
You look like you're actually deep in thought “Okay so, we would need to do more interactive studying, makes sense.” You say writing more stuff down
He watches you, the way your brows furrow in thought.
“Are you going to the game next Friday?” He says, your eyes flick up to him, confused at the sudden question
“I don't really go to football games or anything- Thats more Lyla and Gigi” You say, eyes traveling down for a split second when his tongue wets his bottom lip
“You should come” He says casually, like time has no affect on him
“We really should stay on task“
“If I pass the test next week will you come?”
Your caught off guard by the question, his heavy gaze on you making it worse
“Um- I’ll think about it” You say before writing more stuff down, he smiles slightly
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The next week goes by quickly, thankfully. Your mom has only called once, claiming she forgot to say she landed, even if it was a day later.
Home is lonely, its quiet but its good for studying. Your thoughts drift to Gigis family sometimes, even though her and her brother argue half the time, at least she has someone.
You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear your name being called, not by the familiar voice of your friends but by..Jake?
Lyla and Gigi both look behind you, eye brows raised as he comes closer, standing infront of your table in the cafeteria
You watch the way people look at him, the heads turning to you, the attention—it’s too much
“Y/n” He says looking down at you
“I might be a little late for tutoring today, coach wants to talk to us about the game.” He says, making Lyla and Gigi’s eyes flick between you two
“Um- Okay, But you couldn’t have messaged me that?” you say, trying to ignore the gazes on you from people you’ve never spoken to in your life.
“I mean you were already here so-“
“Yeah just text me next time okay?” You say, avoiding eye contact
He looks over at his friends, watching their snickers. Oh hell no.
You think he’s going to walk away by now but he sits down, right next to you. That makes Lyla's jaw practically drop
“Why? You don’t like talking to me?” He says, watching you intently
“I never said that- you just cause a lot of..attention.” You say, looking around before looking at him
“You don’t like attention?”
“Not from this many people.” You say standing up, grabbing your bag
“Where are you going-“
“I have to go.” You mumble before putting your bag over your shoulder and walking out the cafeteria, not looking back because you know if you do, everyones eyes will be on you.
As soon as the doors shut behind you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Really?” Gigi asks, watching Jakes confused face
“You realize you’re like a magnet for attention right?” Lyla says
“And there’s nothing she hates more then that.”
“I was just asking her about tutoring.” Jake says, standing up to walk back to his friends
“Nice job man, you really do still got it huh?” Heeseung says through a smirk, making the others stifle their laughs
“Should’ve put money on it” Sunghoon adds, earning a glare from Jake
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Jake came in late like he said, 15 minutes to be exact. He looked out of breath, like he ran here.
The tutoring session was fine, you kept that professional exterior even if you were trying not to feel embarrassed about earlier, thankfully he didn't bring it up.
“Aren't hormones just when you're horny?” He asks, pencil raised above his paper, looking at you
You pause “Did you really just ask me that-” You didn't mean to say it out loud but you did, it makes him let out a chuckle, he bites his lip, something he does often, a little too often. To the point where you can't help your eyes follow when he does it.
“Okay um, let me think of how to word this” you say, looking down at your paper before back up at him “It’s not just what makes you- ‘horny’ but I guess that could be a way to describe it, a more..scientifical word is Steroid Hormones..”
He watches you talk, even if what your saying is hardly registering to him, because not only are you talking to him about sex hormones or whatever it is, but you're not wearing the same knit sweater you had on earlier, you must have taken it off, because he cant pull his eyes away from the way your tits look in that tank top-
“Jake?” Your voice cuts through his thoughts, his eyes find yours again.
“How are you supposed to pass this test when you can’t even focus?” You ask, completely unaware of how he was just looking at you
“Shit- sorry, what were you saying” He says a little bit more nervously than he intended, why is he so damn nervous, why do you even make him nervous?
“Hm, you need something to do with your hands.” You say casually, taking him by surprise
His mind races with what you mean, please, please ask him to finger you.
He pauses when you pull out a rubix cube, a fucking rubix cube and hand it to him- what the fuck is he supposed to do with this shit?
“You said you were more hands on, one of the other students I tutor is also like that. Whenever she uses that, it's like she’s more focused, you should try it.” You say smiling, encouraging.
He doesn't know why he feels relieved when he hears the word ‘she’, but he does.
He takes the object from your hand, fidgeting with it for a few seconds before you continue
The rest of the lesson is smooth, who knew a rubix cube would actually work. You try to stay focused yourself though.
The constant bounce of your leg to settle whatever your feeling when you watch the way his fingers work the object in his hand, it should be illegal to have that many veins in the first place.
Later that night, in one of your moments where you give yourself a break from studying.
Heating up the leftover pasta you made the other night, you get a text. Your body reacts before your mind does, heartbeat picking up
Jake Sim: I tried the practice test thing you showed me earlier
Jake Sim: Got a 100%
You smile, when he sends a picture of his laptop, the score on it saying just that
You: Good job
He frowns at his phone, that's all? No titty pic as a reward?
Jake Sim: Guess I'll be seeing you at Friday's game then :)
You: Well see if your studying shows then
Jake Sim: I'll make sure it does
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“Y/N!” you hear Jake yell after you, you stop to turn around, seeing him walking up to you, leaving Heeseung and Jay’s side as he comes into step beside you.
You’re still not used to the pointed looks you get from the people around you, but you're training yourself to pretend they aren't there.
Heeseung and Jay watch as Jake rushes to you like a damn puppy, looking at each other.
He hands you a paper, you take it looking down at the big 100% on the top “You actually did it!” You say smiling, before looking up at him beside you
He puts a hand on his chest, with a fake gasp “And to think you doubted me” He stops at the cafeteria door, pulling you aside before you walk in, facing you away from the people who keep looking at you. The nosy motherfuckers who can’t help but take attention to you ever since he’s became—friends? With you.
“So you'll come to the game then right?” He asks, doing that thing where he bites his lip
“Thats what we agreed on, plus Lyla and Gigi are going too” You say, watching the way his eyes light up
The last few people file in the cafeteria, leaving you and him alone.
“Y’know what the theme is right?” He asks, and this time you're genuinely caught off guard- theme? He notices your confusion right away
“Every game has a theme, pretty sure this one’s western, like cowboys and shit” He says watching your face, the way your eyebrows knit in uncertainty
“Lyla and Gigi didn't tell you?”, you shake your head softly
“Im surprised- they always go like all out for the themes” He says through a quiet laugh
Great. That only means they are going to make you go all out too.
You both pause when the final bell rings, walking in to the cafeteria like its the most normal thing, your steps falter when you feel the eyes on you, you look at your friends before glancing at Jakes group- why are they all staring at you-
“I’ll see you later y/n” He smiles before walking to his table, you sit down in front of Lyla and Gigi who are both looking at you knowingly
“What?” you say through an awkward laugh
“You know damn well what” Lyla says through a smirk
“Tutoring my ass” Gigi adds back
“Girl I do not look at my tutor like that” Lyla says, holding back a laugh
“Like what-?”
“Like I want to eat him the fuck up- because thats how The Jake sim was just looking at your ass-” You almost choke on your water, making her and Gigi laugh
You look down at the table to hide your blush “Well, you guys also didnt tell me there was a theme at the game.” You say, crossing your arms
“Okay when was the last time you checked the group chat y/n” Gigi asks, you pull out your phone
“This morning..” You say scrolling through the message thread
Lyla: Okay so what are we wearing tn
Gigi: Themes cowboy right?
Gigi: You know how much my mom and dad LOVE that costume shit
Gigi: I have so much stuff for it at my house
Lyla: Wow gigi inviting us over
Gigi: I can take u guys home after school
Lyla: YES
Lyla: We have to look GOOD, especially you y/n
Lyla: For you know
Gigi: Jake
Lyla: Okay shes probs not even on her phone
You swipe out, just to see if your mom said anything, you click on the messages to see a sunset picture and city buildings, typical.
“So, can you come?” Lyla asks
“Yeah sure- but we don’t have to go all out right?”
They look at each other before looking at you, the smile on their faces tells you everything you need to know
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“This feels like a lot..” You say looking at your outfit in her bedroom mirror
“No y/n- you look like, hot.” Lyla says, choosing one of the 7 cowboy hats Gigi brought out
“This is the final touch” She says before putting it on your head
This is quite literally the opposite of you, completely. It’s something you would never wear if it weren't for them, you wonder what your old self before you transferred schools would think. From the white fitted shirt, to the jean skirt, down to the—cowboy boots..
You adjust the red bandana on your neck so its not choking you uncomfortably
Gigi watches your worried face “I promise the others will be doing 10x more than us.” She reassures you, you look at them in the mirror, Lyla's shorts that hug her curves, Gigi’s shirt that compliments her body perfectly.
This feels very..them. You can't help but feel like an outsider trying to fit in.
“Jake will love it” Lyla says, hiding her smirk
“What- Jake?” The thought of Jake seeing you in this makes you nervous..but also exited? What would he think, would he expect you to wear this?
You're pulled from your thoughts when the man himself sends you a message
Jake Sim: Hey y/n were gonna grab food after the game
Jake Sim: Wanna come?
Jake Sim: Lyla and Gigi can come to
Jake Sim: I already told Jay not to bitch abt it lol
Your fingers hover over the screen
"Quadruple text is crazy” Lyla says through a smile
Gigi peaks over your shoulder “I do not want to hang out with my brother for fun.” She says, rolling her eyes
“Come on Gi! The others will be there too and! Heeseung’s fine ass” Lyla says, looking in the mirror to adjust her push up bra
Gigi just puts on her boots with a shrug
“Y/n say yes please!” Lyla says, practically jumping up and down
“Fine- fine”
You: Yeah sure.
“Um- Thats all?” Lyla asks
“What do you mean?”
“I don't know, maybe say something like ‘I'm so excited!’ or ‘good luck!- you know what just give me the phone.” Lyla says snatching it from your hand and sending a message
You: Good luck Jakey! I'll be cheering you on! ;)
“What the hell- is there a way to delete this, how do I-”
“Really Ly? He’s gonna know thats not y/n, she like never uses emojis” Gigi says cringing
“Maybe if he wins he'll give you good dick?” Lyla says shrugging
Your face goes red, this topic, talking about him-
Jake Sim: Haha thanks y/n :)
“See, completely normal!” Lylas practically beaming
“Yeah so that definitely wasn't her” Jake says putting on his cleats
“Jakey? Really?” Sunghoon mimicks
“I wouldn’t doubt if Lyla took her phone honestly.” Jay mutters
“Lyla's coming right?” Heeseung asks, putting on his jersey
His friends look at him “Why?”
“I mean shes hot as fuck dude, plus she totally looks at me all the time” He adds, fixing his hair in the locker mirror
“Yeah she's coming” Jake says, looking back down at the messages
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When you, Gigi, and Lyla get to the game a little earlier, they were not joking about people going all out. Compared to everyone else, your outfit was tame to say the least.
You three find a spot in the bleachers, your eyes scanning the field for one specific person.
You watch him, he’s drinking water on the side right now- his helmet is in his other hand, how can someone look so good drinking water.
You watch as Heeseung nudges Jake's shoulder beside him, and then Jake's eyes are on you
“Holy fuck” He says to Heeseung
You cant see what they’re saying
“I mean she looks like a cowboys wet dream” Heeseung says, smirking
Jake gives him a pointed look, before turning back to you, the distance is good enough for him to see the way your skirt clings to your legs, and how good that shirt looks on you, Fuck.
He waves at you, you look behind to see if it was someone else but there's no one behind you yet, you turn back to see him smiling at you before offering a small wave back
Lyla and Gigi are both watching from beside you, eyes flicking between you and Jake
You watch as Heeseung yells at him, and as he puts his helmet on before running over to him, a smile that wont go away ever since he saw you plastered on his face
“You sure you're not just doing this for the love of the game” Heeseung says, putting in his mouth guard
It wasn't a question. It was a statement. A statement that might be right. Because this doesn't feel like some childish bet anymore.
The first half of them game goes well, you dont really understand much. But from the way Lyla, Gigi, and the rest of the students are cheering, thats definitely a good sign. “Im going to get water, do you guys want any?” you say, stepping off the bleachers
“Yeah- soda?” Lyla says, before looking back at the field where a very sweaty heeseung is spraying water in his mouth
You nod before walking to the concessions, the line isn't too bad, so you just pull out your phone to scroll, when two girls come behind you, you wouldn't care normally but its what they're talking about that makes your hand pause over your screen
“I mean he hasn't even looked at me this whole time, which is crazy because not even a month ago he had me sucking his dick!” One of the girls says, you look down to see pink cowboy boots
“His very big dick” Her friend says
“Ridiculously big. Fuck I miss it im not gonna lie.”
“Isn’t he fucking with a new girl now though?” You hear her friend say, you watch as the person in front of you takes way too long to order
“Yeah some nerd ass bitch, teachers pet apparently”
“I don't know Clara, she's like hella smart”
You shut your eyes for a second, Clara, you recognize that name. That's the same girl who yelled at Jake in the cafeteria that one time
“I don't care how smart she is, that's literally my man”
“Girl- he literally dropped your ass in front of the whole cafeteria..”
Your attention is brought back when it's your turn to order, you pay for the drinks before going back, doing your best to avoid turning around.
“Y/n?” Lyla says, when you hand her the sprite
“You look like you've seen a ghost, are you good?” Gigi asks, concern laced in her tone
“Yeah im good” You say offering a tight smile, the bandana on your neck suddenly feeling too tight.
It feels like someone has their hand around your heart, squeezing it, because why did hearing those things make you feel this way– Why is Jake even talking to you? Why did he even invite you in the first place?
You watch as the starting players go back on the field, but your mind can't focus when all these questions are flooding in. What does someone like him even want with you.
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You look down at your phone
Jake Sim: Hey me and the guys will be out in 5 mins
You read the message, before putting your phone in the pocket of your skirt, people are still hanging around, the players usually shower after a game apparently.
Exactly 5 minutes later Jake comes out, jeans, and a black zip up hoodie with a white shirt underneath, his bag is on his shoulder, his hair is still wet from the shower, and you cant help the heat that goes to your face when he waves to you.
You look past him to see the rest of his friends coming out behind him, you see Heeseung whisper something in Jake's ear that makes him roll his eyes.
“Good job- you were great out there” You say, fixing the cowboy hat on your head
“I had good motivation” He says, eyes on your face before they drift to your clothes, finally seeing you up close like this.
“Alright can we go now? Im hungry as fuck.” Jay says, interrupting the moment
You turn to Lyla, who's talking to Heeseung, then to Gigi who shrugs
“Y/n, I can drive us” Jake says, bringing your attention back to him
“Oh its fine I dont-”
“That's a great Idea!” Lyla says a little too loud, making everyone's eyes go to her
“Theres not enough room in Gigi's car for all of us anyway, so it works out” She adds, calculating smile plastered on her face, she ignores the pointed look you give her
“Alright yeah whatever can we just go now before I die of starvation” Jay says, making Gigi roll her eyes “fat ass.” She mutters before walking to her car
“You did not just call me a fat ass Gi- Weren’t you the one who ate all the fucking leftovers-” You and Jake watch them walk to the car, before you and him walk to his.
You curse Lyla for leaving you with him like this- when he smells so good and his hair is wet, and his hands-
“You look really pretty,” He says, putting his bag in the trunk before opening the passenger door for you. “Thank you-” You reply back quietly, trying to ignore the way your heart hammers in your chest.
But how many other girls has he said that too- that girl Clara?
He gets in the Drivers seat, and starts the car, watching the way you look out the window. Immediately noticing the way you shift
“So, for the first football game you went to, how was it?” he says pulling out of the parking lot
You turn slightly to look at him, the way his face concentrates on the rode, but also managing to talk to you “It was fun” You smile before looking back out the window
“Did you get anything from the concessions? I heard they added slushies and stuff.” He says, tapping his finger on the steering wheel, trying to seem unbothered by the way your energy shifted the second you stepped foot in his car
The mention of drinks has your mind going back to the conversation you heard earlier, what if those girls had knew you where the one they were talking about–
“Yeah just some, um..water and stuff” You say, trying to avoid the way his eyes are pinned on your head
4 minutes of silence pass, except for the low music playing from the speakers, and the car's engine.
“Is everything good?” He asks, eyes flicking between you and the road ahead
“What– yeah of course, why wouldn't it be.” You say quickly, fingers toying with the hem of your jean skirt.
He doesn't buy it.
Your brows furrow in confusion when he pulls over, looking at him as he puts the car and park “What are you doing-”
“Tell me what's wrong” he says, hand still on the steering wheel, but eyes on you
“Nothing's wrong?” You feel that familiar heaviness on your chest
“Y/n. you can't even look at me, did I do something?” He asks, knuckles white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel
“You can tell me whatever it is-”
“Why do you talk to me?” You ask, finally looking at him
“I..I just don't understand– all the sudden it goes from you not even looking at me, and then you're asking to be tutored by me, and then you invite me to your game, and then im in your car-” you continue, your heart beat rising with how much words you're saying in one breath. He doesn't interrupt you.
“And I really didn't think you needed to be tutored, honestly, you're one of the top students in our class- no, in our grade. But I did anyway, it honestly just feels like you pity me. Because why would someone like you want to be friends with someone like me– It just doesn't make any sense.” You stop, breathing in heavy breathes, too aware of how close he is right now, how he's looking at you.
“I don't pity you y/n. I like spending time with you.” He says, watching your face
“Fuck- I mean, I took the flyer and the tutoring because I wanted to spend that time with you- whenever I tried to talk to you any other way you just– blew me off?” He says, contemplating his words
He looks down at his hands before back up at you, noticing the way your features slightly soften
He lifts his hand to take the hat off your head, so he can fully see your face
“Why would someone like me want to be friends with you?” He repeats your question, you didn't realise how close you two got, faces nearly an inch away from each other
“I don't want to be friends y/n. I want more than that–I fucking crave more than that” His gaze drops to your lips, a silent question
“Jake-” You whisper out before he presses his lips to yours,you instantly melt at the contact, your hand finds the collar of his shirt, attempting to tug him closer over the center console, his hand holds the back of your head, threading his finger in your hair, he moves his lips against yours, slowly, testing, you follow his lead, letting go instead of taking control. He feels the way you let him, unable to hold the small groan that travels its way to your mouth through the kiss.
You pull back, breathing hard, opening your eyes to look at him, his lips have a slight shine from your saliva, he licks them before looking into your eyes.
You don't know what you're doing, you've never even done anything like this before, but the way he’s looking at you, like you absolutely wrecked him gives you a new found confidence.
You sit up, before moving to get over the center console, he just watches you as you settle on his lap, his hands immediately resting on your waist “y/n-”
“just kiss me” You say, and he doesnt hesitate before pressing his lips against yours, this time its lessed controlled, he doesnt hold himself back.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, his hands are touching everywhere, sliding up and down your back, before cupping your ass in his hands making you gasp into his mouth, he swallows that down, tongue running over your bottom lip.
You feel the heat pooling between your legs, shifting slightly, which makes him let out a broken sound before looking down, the way your skirt is riding up, how you’re sitting right on his hardening cock, he looks back at your face, kissing the corner of your mouth before he pulls you on him more, the friction making you let out a quiet sound– he needs to fucking hear it again, and you need to feel it again.
It starts off slow, testing, in the way you roll your hips on him, you watch him throw his head back “Fuck, baby-” You grind down a little harder, in response to the name, he rolls his hips with you, the seam of his jeans catching your clit just right through your underwear, enough to make you let out small sounds that has his eyes rolling
He leans in to kiss you again, hands splayed on your ass to pull you impossibly closer, the kiss is desperate, frantic, tongues moving together in a rhythm like you were made for each other, there's no leader, no follower, this is just- the two of you.
“J-jake–” you let out, biting your lip when he grinds up, hitting the perfect spot, hes pulling you against him, controlling the way your hips move, fingers digging into the soft flesh through your skirt, He slides his hand underneath the denim fabric, to really feel you, groaning into your mouth at how warm and soft you are in his hands.
“You’re going to kill me-” You both freeze when a loud ringtone comes from his phone.
“Shit- I forgot about the plans” he says, looking at his phone
Jay: Dude where the hell are you
Jay: Im srsly abt to order with out you
Sunghoon: we got u and y/n waters
Jay: -Missed call-
“We should probably-”
“Yeah”
The warmth of your body is removed like a flash when you sit back down in the passenger seat, fixing your skirt, he tries to ignore the way his dick is throbbing in his jeans right now. Instead he watches you, the flush on your cheeks, the small smile that's barely noticeable
“What?” You say through a chuckle, noticing his stare
“Im just really lucky” He says, before putting the car into drive and getting back on the road, even when you two get out of the car, walking into the restaurant, you’re still thinking about what he said.
Because no one has ever told you they were lucky to have you.
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The next week of school is fun, and easy. You still decide to tutor Jake, because he said it really helped him.
Even if it did lead to small kisses, you definitely weren't complaining. People still look at you two when you walk together in the hallway, he even invited you to sit with him in the caferitria with his friendgroup, they are actually really nice to you.
The best part is seeing Gigi and Jay argue, it's like having your own show to watch while you eat
You don't miss the way Heeseung and Lyla look at each other, or when coincidentally the both of them are late for lunch.
Under the table, Jake's hand is splayed across your thigh, everytime he laughs he squeezes it slightly, which makes you try and close them, but he notices. He notices everything when it comes to you.
“..And not to mention Gigi’s parents bought the good ice cream” Lyla says, practically about to burst from excitement
“Okay so it's like a pool party then?” Sunghoon says, raising his eyebrow
“Well, just like with us though.” Gigi says
“Im not trying to have half the school trash the house, especially when mom and dad get back tomorrow.” She adds, you watch Jay nod
“Im in” Heeseung says, turning to watch Lyla “Perfect! What about you and Jake?” She says turning to you both
“Yeah im down” he smiles before looking at you
“Um- Ill have to check, but ill text you when I get home” You say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear
“Okay, perfect!” She squeals
“Just come over any time after school then” Jay says
You nod before glancing down at your phone, re reading the message from your mom
Mom: Me and Chris decided to stay a little longer, you have enough money for food still right?
Jake watches you “Are you okay?” he says, quietly so no one else can hear
“Oh yeah- im fine” You say, putting your phone down and smiling
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“I can't do this.” You say as soon as you close Gigi’s bedroom door behind you
They both look at you as you pull out the bathing suit from your tote bag, you watch Gigi cover her mouth to stifle a laugh
“You can’t be serious” Lyla says, standing up to take the middle school one piece swimsuit from your hands
“This thing is hideous” She holds it up in the air
“Im not one to judge but you absolutely cannot wear that y/n” Gigi says, standing up to look at it closer
You bury your face in your hands, sitting down on her bed
“I brought like 5 different bathing suits, plus Gigi has a shit ton, and you are most definitely borrowing one.” Lyla says, emptying her bag on the bed, you glance at the small strings, and shapes before looking up at her
“What? I wanted to bring my slutty ones, I thought Heeseung would like them” She says smiling proudly
“And im sure jake will” She adds, wiggling her eyebrows
“You’re so ridiculous Ly” Gigi mutters before tying her hair in a bun
You pick up a red triangle bikini top, and Lyla nods
“Good choice, these are the bottoms” She says, holding them up
“These are bottoms? Like swimming bottoms?” you say, taking them from her hand
“Yup! Just try it on at least” She smiles sweetly, waiting for your approval, you nod
“Come downstairs when you’re done okay?” Gigi says, opening her bedroom door.
You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, The bathing suit fits well, it's just..small. Like if you make one wrong move you'll definitely flash someone. You turn around to see how it looks from the back, not completely terrible- just a bit cheeky?
You think Jake might like it, not to mention the fact that you chose the red one because he mentioned he liked that color.
You pause when you hear the sound of male voices, they must be here. You take one last look at yourself before opening the door and almost getting knocked to your ass when you collide with something hard
“Shit- y/n?” You look up, Jake–Your eyes take in his form, the swim trunks, the white tank top perfectly stretched across his chest. His hair, messy, yet perfectly styled, before looking at his face. He’s smiling down at you
You're suddenly aware that you're practically half naked in front of him, You weren't even planning on going in the water, except for your feet–you need to grab your shorts and put them on “I was just uh, I just need my shorts–”
His hand trails down your shoulder, grabbing your hand before placing it on his chest, over his heart, you feel the fast beats of it, almost in sync with how quick yours is "You're making me nervous” he whispers, he takes a step forward so he's in the bathroom with you, shutting the door behind him softly
He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, testing to see your reaction before he pulls back to look down at you, you put your hands on his shoulders before leaning to kiss him again, he reacts immediately, hands on you the second you touch him, his hand starts at your waist before moving down to cup your ass in his hand, you gasp at the feeling, he kneads the flesh in his hands, squeezing it while kissing you deeper “You look so fucking good baby” He says through heavy breaths, looking at your face
He moves until your pressed against the counter, before lifting you up on it, your legs spread slightly to make room for him, while keeping your lips on his.
The kiss is messy, desperate, his hands are on your hips, and you let out a muffled sound when he presses his hips against you, you feel it, the hardness of him against your thigh, you pull back to see the desperate look on his face, the way his cheeks are slightly red, his lips looking even more plump from your kisses
He takes his right hand from your waist, splaying it on your thigh, before he looks into your eyes, you nod.
You watch his hand inch higher, grazing your inner thigh, his finger tip brushes your core, making you shiver at the contact, he watches you intently before pressing his fingers against you, making you let out a shaken breath
Leaning in to brush his lips across your jaw, before slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of the bathing suit bottoms, finally feeling your warmth “Fuck, you’re so wet–” He says, looking down before kissing your neck, softly, reassuringly
He starts with small circles around your clit, testing to see what makes you feel good, your legs spread wider when he does small figure eights on your clit, hands braced on his shoulders as he presses open mouthed kisses to your neck, trailing up to your ear
His middle finger brushes your entrance, lightly, while his other hand comes up to move the hair out of your face
“Have you ever been fingered y/n?” He asks, voice low, watching the way your chest falls and rises, you shake your head “Do you want to be?” He says, biting his lip “Y-yes, I want you to, Jake” He presses his hard cock against your thigh, groaning at the permission
He connects his lips to yours, you let him in instantly, tongues dancing together before he slowly guides his finger in your entrance, “breathe baby, you're so tight” he whispers against your lips, you close your eyes when his finger goes deeper, making you let out a quiet moan, his single digit stays there, embraced by your warmth before he curls it slightly making you whimper in his mouth “Jake– “ you let out through a wispy breathe
He moves his thumb to circle around your clit, in lazy motions “can you take another, baby? It’ll feel even better” kissing your cheek softly, you nod and he pulls out his finger, before inserting two digits, making you let out a desperate sound at the stretch.
He kisses you, in attempt to quiet you down, before moving his fingers in and out of you, curling inside, rubbing your clit with practiced ease
Seeing you like this, overhwemled by the pleasure he’s bringing you could make him come right now.
“You’re so perfect baby- this pretty pussy’s taking my fingers so well” He whispers, the filthy things making you clench around his fingers, he adds more pressure to your sensitive bud, “j-jake im gonna-“
“You gonna come for me baby?” slightly picking up the pace his fingers are moving, fucking them in and out of you.
Your moans are only getting louder, he move his other hand to cover your mouth, muffling them so the others don't hear down stairs, he feels your hole fluttering around your fingers, so he moves them even faster, making it his life fucking goal to have you come from this
His eyes dont know what to focus on, switching from the way your tits slightly bounce, to the way his fingers disappear inside you, or to the way you’re looking at him, the dazed half lidded look, he presses against your clit just right, making you clench hard on his fingers as you ride your orgasm out, moaning into his hand, your juices coating his fingers and dripping out, he brings his hand back down from your mouth, watching the way your breathing slows, before pulling out his fingers, the loss of contact making you whimper with how sensitive you are
He brings his fingers up to his lips, locking eyes with you before putting them in his mouth, sucking your arousal off, the sight makes you let out a breathy sound, you can feel your pussy throbbing at the sight from exitement
You’re blushing from the filthy act, he brings his lips to yours capturing you in a kiss, you can slightly taste your arousal on his tounge “You’re so beautiful–” you both freeze when a knock on the bathroom door slices the moment in half
“Jake are you in there man? We’re trying to choose pizza toppings– the girls said they dont care whats on the pizza, they just went outside claming they didnt want to ‘waste tanning time’ I dont know-” jay rambles on
“Yeah im in here, ill be down in a sec” Jake says, forehead resting on yours before he pulls back
“Alright- and if you find y/n tell her to come down too” Jay adds
You and Jake listen to the sound of retreating footsteps
“We should probably go down there” he says, pulling back and helping you get off the counter
“Yeah i just need to get some shorts-” You watch as he pulls your bottoms back up, adjusting them before leaning down to press one more kiss to your lips
“I’ll see you in a few minutes” He says with that familiar smirk on his lips, before walking out and shutting the door behind him, he leans against it for a second, still trying to process what just happened, before adjusting his extremely hard cock in his bottoms, and making his way downstairs.
You look in the mirror, pressing your fingers against your lips, the feeling of him kissing you lingering. Your body is still burning from the aftermath of your orgasm. You fix your hair in the mirror, going back to Gigi’s room to put on your shorts
And finally making your way down the stairs, you pause halfway when you hear Heeseung's voice
“Who y/n?” You hear him say
“Who else dumbass?” Sunghoon replies
They're talking about you. instead of going downstairs you stay there, just to see what they're saying
“Have you told her?” Jay asks
“No–I can’t fucking tell her that”
“Yeah you’re cooked” heeseung says flatly
Cooked?
“I really like her, And not in some casual hook up way okay? I don’t know whats going on, and im confused because ive never felt this way before about someone–” Jake says, breathing hard
“Shit-” You hear his friends say
“I dont give a fuck about some dumb bet, it was stupid of me–”
Your heart drops. Bet? What does he mean by that?
“God- Why couldn't you just go after her like a normal person” jay says frustratingly
“You realise she’s gonna fucking hate you if you dont tell her” he adds
You walk further down the stairs, watching the way all four of them look at you
“W-what bet” You let out, hating yourself for stuttering
Jake's face drops in realization that you heard that, you don't even look at his friends, the ones who made you think they actually liked you. You just watch him. It was all just some play–
“What bet Jake?” you say again, trying to calm your heartbeat, as he walks over to you, reaching for your hand
You swat his hand away “dont fucking touch me” and he flinches at that, hardly visibly. But he does.
“Y/n-” He starts, you watch as the back porch door slides open, Gigi and Lyla walking in, with confused looks at the way everyone’s frozen in place, before their gazes fall on you
“Im going home. I- I can't do this” You say, suddenly too aware of how everyone is looking at you, unable to even look in Jake's eyes, you turn around for the front door, Jake calls your name again but you don't hear it.
Not over the sound of your heart, not over the ringing in your ears.
You can't speak when it feels like someone has a wire around your throat and you can't breathe.
You shut the front door behind you, sitting on the stairs immediately, trying to calm yourself, trying not to cry. You can't cry. Not here.
You don't look behind you when you hear the door open and shut, please don't be Jake.
“Y/n do you want me to drive you home?” you let out a relieved sigh when you hear Gigi’s voice, before standing up and nodding.
Gigi knows you, she knows you don't want to talk right now, so instead of pushing you, she turns up the music, looking at you every now and then as you stare out the window.
“You all can eat shit” Lyla says looking at the four boys in the kitchen
“Espeicially you Heeseung, for not fucking saying anything.” She says before looking at Jake
“Ly-” Heeseung starts watching Lyla walk over to Jake
“How could you do that to her? You’re fucking terrible.” She says before storming upstairs, leaving the four of them
“I need to do something- I need to call her” Jake says pulling out his phone, Jay stop his hand
“She needs space Jake.” He says, watching him as he lowers his phone
“Fuck.” Is all he says, because Fuck himself for being so stupid, fuck him for hurting you, fuck him for not telling you sooner, if anything he doesn't deserve your forgiveness.
But the least he can do is try.
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You cried as soon as you got home. You held it until Gigi drove off, she offered to stay but you never have people actually come inside.
Part of you regretted it, because you wish you had someone to hold you, even as you crumbled to the floor as soon as you shut the front door.
But you have no one. Not even you’re own mother, whose out with her new boyfriend, living her best life and leaving you in the past, like always.
Later that night you try and rememebr anything—how could you not see through it, of course it was some bet. He didnt mean anything he said to you, and you were stupid to think the most popular guy in the school wanted to ‘spend time with you’
Even as you shower, the memory of his hands on you not even 24 hours ago is still jarred in your mind, the reassuring touches, the praise.. But it was all just fake.
You couldnt sleep. For good reason. Every time you tried to close your eyes, your mind kept going back, trying to over analyze the situation, trying to think of an excuse.
It was 12:49 when you got the message
Jake sim: Y/n, im so sorry
Jake sim: Don’t shut me out
Jake sim: Please
Jake sim: Baby
Your press your hand to your chest, like it would stop the painful feeling in your heart.
You never answered him. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, you finally fell asleep, you didn’t bother checking the time you did, because you knew you would just pity yourself.
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On Monday, you’re not the first one in class. Jake was. He sat in his seat next to yours, eyes flicking from your desk to the door, waiting for you to come in.
As soon as you walk in, he sits up straight, watching you walk, not towards the seat next to him but to some random one in the second row, where the guy who never shows up would sit.
He watches you take your stuff out of your bag, he looks down at the way your leg bounces, he hates himself because he knows he’s the reason you’re so fucking anxious right now.
The teacher talks like its any other day. Of course she would, she’s not going to stop the school day because he fucked up. When the bell rings you’re the first one out, he goes to call your name but stops when you rush out of the door.
“I almost beat Jay’s ass, like actually.” Gigi says before taking a bite of the cafeteria sandwhich
“Mom and dad nearly crashed out when they came home and saw I already was pulling his hair” She adds
“Can he stop fucking staring already” Lyla says, looking at you then at the table 3 rows behind where Jake was looking right at you
“Im going over there” Jake says to his friends
“Uh no dude- you’re fucking not” Sunghoon says, tugging him back down by his shoulder
Jake shrugs him off before getting up to walk over to you, ignoring the exaggerated sighs from his table
“Oh shit” Gigi mutters
“He’s like actively walking over here y/n” Lyla adds
You turn your head slightly to see him walking towards you, before standing up
“Im going to the bathroom.” You say, grabbing your bag and moving towards the door
Jakes steps falter when he watches you get up, he wants to yell at you, tell you to stop walking away from him so bad. But he knows that would make it worse. He doesn’t look at Lyla and Gigi before turning around and going back to his table.
His friends are silent when he sits down, the usual snickers, or comments don’t come.
You set your bag down by the sink, bracing your hands on it, looking in the mirror, “don’t cry, don’t cry” you whisper to yourself
“I mean I don’t get whats so fucking special about her, shes just like normal-“ You pause when you see two girls walk in, blonde, Clara.
“Well look who it is” She says walking further in, her friend beside her
“Jakes little slut” She coos, looking you up and down judgementally
“Im not-“ You start but she cuts you off
“I want you to stop talking to him.” she says, crossing her arms over her chest
“Clara-“ her friend starts
“No, this bitch needs to fuck off my man”
“You can have him.” You say, voice low
They look at each other confused
“I said you can have him.” you say, louder
“Just leave me alone.” you mutter, putting your bag over your shoulder
“The fuck-“ she starts when you walk past her before pulling you by your bag strap
She pulls your bag off your shoulder, making it fall to the ground with a thud, you don’t turn around.
You wait for the hit. Because you’re used to this, You close your eyes, tight. Trying to block off everything, when you hear Lyla
“What the fuck are you doing Clara?!” She yells, Gigi following in beside you
“Just teaching this bitch a lesson to not mess with my man-“
“Your man?” Gigi says with a scoff
“You need a fucking reality check because he does not want your ass” She adds, picking your bag up from the floor
Lyla comes infront of you “Y/n are you okay?” you nod, not because you’re okay, but because you have to be.
You block out the sound of them arguing, taking your bag from Gigi before walking out. Of course this would happen to you, and of course you’re running away.
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You dont talk about what happened the next day, they dont bring it up either.
They were laughing at something on Lylas phone when you got a text
Jake Sim: Are we still on for tutoring?
Jake Sim: In the library right?
You look back for a split second, over your shoulder to see him looking at you, his phone in his hand, you turn back around almost immediately, typing out a response, deleting it and typing it again
You: -Sent contact-
You: If you need tutoring so bad, he does Tuesdays too. Stop texting me.
You shut off your phone, putting it in your pocket, he watches.
Its like everything around him is silent. He cant fucking focus, coach even gave him shit for not doing good at practice yesterday. He tries to act normal, but the affect you have on him isn’t something that can go away.
“Earth to Jake” Heeseung snaps in his face to get his attention
“Motherfucker thinks he’s Jeff buckley” Sunghoon says through a snort
“Brought it on himself” Jay shrugs
“I need to get drunk” Jake says, running his hands through his hair, something hes been doing often lately
“And laid” Heeseung adds
“I can’t think about fucking another girl right now” He says, checking his phone again in hopes you sent a message
“I mean I heard Jungwon’s throwing a party after the game on Friday” Jay says, looking at the group
“Who’s going?” Jake asks
“Shit—if its Jungwon then probably half the school” Heeseung says, rubbing his jaw
“You know what, why not. The alcohol better not be shit” Jake says, making them laugh
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“Please y/n! We can come pick you up and everything, I know you’re not going to be doing anything either” Lyla says through the speakers of your phone
“Yeah, Fuck him, you deserve to go out, for once?” Gigi adds
“We know you’re not all that party type but just this once! Plus Jungwons house is nice as hell”
“I don’t know guys—What if he’s there?” you say worried, unlocking the front door to your house and shutting it behind you
“If he was going, Jay would have said something. I know they have a game tonight so I doubt they’re gonna wanna go to a party.” Gigi says, opening a bag of chips
“Okay but what am I supposed to wear?”
“Do you wanna get laid?” Lyla asks
“What—no”
“Im just kidding, wear that one black skirt I let you borrow and those low rise jeans”
“I never even wore it though-“
“Exactly why its perfect! Well come get you at 10, love you bye!” Layla says quickly before hanging up
You listen for Gigi, but all you hear is the faint sound of her arguing, presumably with Jay, before you hang up and set your phone on the counter.
You dont go to parties, ever. But here you are stepping out of your comfort zone, maybe its good that you’re. Maybe you need a change.
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“Oh hell no.” Gigi says once you all walk into the house, it's almost as big as hers, but you're not paying close attention to it because right now. instead you're watching Jake take down a shot in the kitchen.
It smells like cheap alcohol and sweat. The place is packed, you take your eyes off him and look around, you recognize faces you've seen around campus, and some you haven't
You watch as Gigi storms over to the kitchen to Jay “What the fuck are you doing here?” She asks Jay who looks at her like she has 2 heads “What am I doing here? Jungwon is my friend” He says back, you and Lyla walk over to the kitchen, following her.
You don't look at him. You can't look at him, but you can feel his eyes on you.
“I’ll tell mom and dad you ass-” Gigi starts
“Oh but that means they'll know you were here too” He says, faking a pout
“Shit” She replies, looking at you and Lyla
“Fine, truce.” She says, grabbing 3 red cups
You watch Jay hold out his hand, but she swats it away rolling her eyes before pouring whatever is in the bottles on the counter into the cups
“Drinks?” She says, handing you and Lyla the cups
“Please and Thank you, I need to find a hot guy to make out with” Lyla says taking the cup
“Im right here babe” Heeseung smirks, stepping closer to her
“Literally anyone but you” She says, walking away from the kitchen, you watch as he follows her
You hesitate a beat before taking the cup from her hand, Jake doesnt miss the way your eyes flick over to him for a split second
“Y/n can we-” He starts before a familiar obnoxious voice flows in the kitchen, Clara.
You watch as she walks in the kitchen, wearing practically nothing before she comes to his side, wrapping her arm around his.
“I think you have your hands full Jake.” You say before walking over to the living room with Gigi
“Get the fuck off me Clara” He says, moving his arm
Sunghoon and Jay both look at him with annoyed expressions on their faces
“Why Jakey? She said I can have you” Clara says, words slurred from the amount of alcohol she's consumed
“What?” He pushes her back, not to hurt, but enough for her to get off of him
He walks over to Gigi, glancing at Lyla and Heeseung who are practically eating each others faces on the other couch “Wheres y/n” He says, tone serious in a way that has Gigi sitting up
“Why-”
“Tell me where she is Gi, im not fucking around.” he says, watching Gigi point to the back porch
You turn around when you hear the door behind you open, leaning against the railing
“What are you-”
“Y/n- Fuck, please let me talk okay?” He says closing the door, the music and talking inside becoming a sound in the distance
“Jake, I can't right now” You say, looking down at your shoes as he walks over
“Please” His voice comes out slightly whiner than intended
“Baby, please look at me” He pleads, his composure gone. He’s done acting like he's okay with you avoiding him
You shake your head
He lets out a defeated sigh, you think he's going to walk away, give up.
You watch him lower himself to the ground getting on his knees just so you will look at him instead of the ground
“Y/n please listen to me” He looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowed together, his pupils are blown. He can’t believe hes actually fucking doing this.
When you don't say anything, the words spill out faster than he can catch up
“Im so sorry baby– Im an asshole and I hate myself for what I did, I should have just told you from the beginning about the bet-” he cringes at the word “-It was selfish of me and I understand why you don't even want to look at me, let alone talk to me.-“
“-But I like you, so fucking much, Ive never felt like this before, but you changed that for me. You’re smart, you’re fucking gorgeous, you’re too kind for your own good, and I want you so bad, I want you so fucking bad my chest hurts at the thought of not having you. Everything I said in the car that night was true. I like spending time with you and I don't want to be friends, because what I feel for you isn't friendship–” He stops, trying to catch his breath, looking up at you, searching your face for any reaction, any response
Your hand is shaking when it comes up to his face, slightly brushing his hair out of the way “I..” You close your eyes before opening them again, “I really like you too Jake. But you hurt me, I let you in and it feels like it was all just some trick.” You say, trying to hold the tears threatening to fall from your eyes
“No baby–It wasn't a trick, please, everything I said to you I meant it–” He leans forward resting his head on your stomach before looking back up at you
“Every touch, I meant it.” His hand comes up to hold your waist, before he stands up, looking down at you, placing his finger under your chin, before running his thumb along your bottom lip “Every word” His other hand pulls you closer to him “Every kiss.” He whispers, leaning down, lips grazing over yours “I meant it all.”
You're breathing against his mouth, hearts beating the same rapid pace “And I want it all–so bad, I want all of you y/n, I don't want you to hide from me, I don't want you to run” He says, cupping your face in his hands, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours
“Please-”
“I want it too Jake” You whisper
His eyes fly open, searching yours, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, taking you slightly by shock with how desperate it is, his left hand slides from your face down to your waist, holding you close, like you would slip away if he let go.
He pulls back, just to see the look on your face, a single string of saliva keeping you two connected before he kisses your neck, whispering small “im sorrys” as he trails his lips along your jaw, making you let out breathy sounds that have him weak.
He captures your lips in a kiss again, tongue exploring your mouth in the way he’s been dreaming about ever since you started avoiding him.
He feels his cock hardening, he remembers the way he fucked his fist at the thought of having you like this again.
“Fuck–” He breathes out, before biting your lip lightly, making you let out a small whimper. “I.. I need you baby, please” He says, bringing his hand down to softly caress your ass in your jeans, you bring your hand up to pull him closer by the collar of his shirt to kiss him again before he pulls back “Not here.” He whispers, voice low, looking into your eyes with such intensity it has your knees weak.
With the way you're looking at him right now, he wants to do it now.
But he’s not having sex with you at some dumbass house party. He can't help the smirk on his face when you whine as he pulls away, grabbing your hand and leading you back inside, you don't look at anyone except him, as he guides you through the crowd, his hand clasping tight in yours, until you reach his car.
“What street do you live on?” He asks, looking at you, before pulling out onto the road, you hesitate, he notices “Y/n, no hiding” He says, putting his hand on your thigh. “167 EN drive” you reply back quietly, part of you hoping he wouldn't hear. But you remind yourself of the words he said earlier, he wants all of you, he said he craves it. So that’s what he'll get.
You watch his face as he pulls in your drive way, looking at your house. You don't see the look of hesitance, or disappointment you were expecting.
Your anxiety boils down when he steps out of the car, and comes to your side to open your door for you. “You’re not disappointed or anything?” You ask, voice slightly shaky
“Dissapointed?” He asks, genuinely confused
“I mean, my mom just doesn't make a lot– I know its not a good area to live in either-”
“Y/n, do you think I'd judge you for something as small as where you live?” He asks, shutting the passenger side door
“I just thought-”
“No. I’d be a fool to think like that. Nothing you do could make me judge you, the idea of doing that in the first place disgusts me.” He says, hand rising to brush his thumb on the side of your face, waiting for you to invite him in. He wants you to, he wants the reassurance that you trust him.
You walk to the front door, grabbing the key hidden under the mat before unlocking it, and stepping inside. You cringe at the slightly peeled paint on the walls, but also thankful that having the house to yourself means it's actually clean for once. He shuts the door behind him, watching the way you look around, the insecurity showing in your body language. He turns you around to face him, pulling you close before tilting your face up.
You look between his eyes and his lips before leaning up slightly, your lips grazing over his, before he speaks “tell me how bad you want this, tell me you want it as much as I do” He whispers, even though no one can hear him but you.
“I want it Jake– I want it so bad, I just want you..” you breathe out, and he closes the small space instantly, the feeling of your heart beating, the thrill of his lips on yours will never get old.
He lets you guide him to your room, before shutting the door behind him, he pulls back looking down at you. The needy look on your face as you try to catch your breath.
The room is dimly lit, the moon is bright from the clear sky, illuminating you, allowing him to see every emotion that flashes across your face.
He steps closer to you, hand coming to your waist, his thumb making small circles near the hem. You nod, and he slowly lifts your shirt above your head, eyes dropping to your chest, he can't help himself when his hand comes up to cup your tit in his hand, kneading the soft flesh through your bra. “Youre so beautiful” He says, guiding you until you land on your bed, He follows, on top of you in a second, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, it’s careful, timeless.
You kiss him back, lips desperately grasping onto each other as his hand trails down your stomach to the waistband of your jeans, your breath hitches, he pauses looking down at you “can I take these off?” He asks, “y-yes” you manage to let out, not sure how you can even get out words when he has you like this.
He unbottons your jeans, sitting up to slide them down your legs, throwing them on the floor before looking at you, taking you in, trying to savor this in his memory.
He watches the way your legs close, stopping them with his hand "Don't hide from me.” He says, pushing them open, looking down at the way your underwear sticks to your pussy, biting his lip at the sight, you let out a soft whine at being exposed like this, because no one has ever seen you this way, this vulnerable.
He presses a kiss to your neck, “Have you thought about this before?” He asks, tongue flicking on a new found sensitive spot under your ear, you nod. He lets his hand trail down your body before cupping your clothed cunt in his hand, you let out a quiet moan at the contact.
“Did you touch yourself thinking about it?” He kisses the spot under your ear, pulling the honesty out of you.
Your mind goes back to that night he kissed you in the car, how you made yourself come on your fingers at the memory of his hands on you later that night– “yes.” You say, the honesty makes him smile against your neck
“Can you show me?” He whispers, sitting up again, watching the way you willingly trail your hand down your body, slipping your fingers inside the waistband of your panties to brush your soaking clit, closing your eyes.
You open them again when the bed shifts, watching Jake as he takes off his shirt tossing it on the floor beside your pants, before removing his own, you press harder on your clit when your eyes meet the bulge in his boxers, there's no way that's fitting in you. He watches your reaction, "I'll make sure you're ready for it baby” He says, palming himself. You slide your underwear off your legs, the fabric was making it hard to really touch yourself anyway.
Your hand slides back between your legs, circling your clit, the same way he did that time in the bathroom. “Fuck–” He hisses, squeezing his dick at the way your hand comes up to toy with your nipple through your bra.
You watch as he climbs back in between your legs, leaning down to kiss your lips, trailing down past your neck, leaving a trail of wet marks until his face is hardly an inch away from your pussy.
You move your hand to grip the sheets beneath you “Jake..” You watch as he looks up at you from in between your legs. He blows on your clit, watching the way your pussy clenches around nothing. He presses small kisses to your thigh, grazing over your sensitive bud with his plump lips. “You have no idea how bad I've wanted to do this” He says before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your soaking cunt, you let out a moan at the contact, hands flying up to touch his hair as he repeats the motion.
You didn't even know you could be this vocal, but with him, eating you out like a starved man, how could you not.
He flicks his tongue over your clit, practically drooling onto your pussy, before pressing soft kisses “Tastes so fucking good” He mumbles into you, the vibration making your hips buck, his hand come up to hold your stomach down, so you dont squirm as much.
You watch him, his eyes are closed, face expressing true pleasure, your juices coating the bottom half of his face.
He looks up at you, burying his nose in your pussy, letting the bridge of it pressure your throbbing clit before he sucks on it, mouth clasped around your pussy, flicking his tounge, swirling it, you tug his hair harder, but he doesnt care because this is just too fucking good.
“Oh my gosh-” You let out when his finger comes up to collect your juices seeping from your hole before inserting the single digit inside of you, the sound of your pussy squelching, and him groaning into you has your back arches off the bed when he curls his finger, his tongue flicking over your clit, before he adds another, you've never felt this good in your life, you watch him, the way his brows furrow in concentration as he brings the most pleasurable experience upon you.
He fucks his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right, while his lips suck on your clit greedily, he looks up for a split second at the way your head is thrown back, before shoving his fingers deep, dick throbbing at the way you clench around them, taking your clit in is mouth, and sucking it, hard. You grip his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as you reach your orgasm, your whole body shaking “Jake!” You scream out through a moan as your juices coat his face, soaking the bed beneath you. He greedily licks, and slurps everything you let out, not letting anything go to waste, before looking up at you. He pulls his fingers out slowly, watching the way your body trembles.
You bite your lip as you watch him sit up again, your arousal coating his lips, he runs his tongue along them, savoring every drop.
He slides his boxers off, his dick hitting his abdomen, thick, heavy, and a bead of pearly white pre-cum at the tip, you watch as he spreads it on his tip, stroking himself in his hand. “You wanna know something?” He asks, watching the way your eyes flick between his face and his cock.
You nod quickly, making him smirk. “Ive dreamt about this moment almost every night. I remember waking up–” He looks down at your bare cunt, continuing “To see that I fucking came in my sleep.” You can't help the small gasp that leaves your mouth at the confession, "That's not all.” He says, pulling you closer, unclasping your bra and tossing it on the ground.
You bite your lip as the crisp air that hits your nipples, his finger comes up to toy with the sensitive bud, looking at your reaction, the little gasps that leave your lips “I fucked my fist so many times–everytime I imagined it was your pussy” He whispers, leaning down, letting his lips graze over your nipple, making you let out a desperate sound
“I thought about how you’d react when I did this–” He says before sucking on your nipple, his hand toying with the other one between his fingers making you moan, uncontrolled, you feel the way his cock rubs against your inner thigh.
He sits up, guiding his cock to your entrance, coating his tip with your juices from your previous orgasm. He slides the tip in slowly, letting your pussy adjust to the size, groaning, “Baby, I need you to relax okay? Can you do that for me?” He asks, finger rubbing circles on your inner thigh “mhm” you breathe out, before closing your eyes, trying to make yourself less tense as he slides more of his length in you
“Fuck- youre so warm” He says, hand moving to your hips to steady himself before bottoming out, a wrecked sound leaving his lips at the way your pussy clenches around him.
He leans down, head resing beside yours before lifting to look at you “Im going to move now, can you take it?” he asks, voice strained, but gentle “Please–” You let out through a whimper, he brings his lips to yours before pulling out halfway and thrusting back into you, making you moan into his mouth at the stretch. His cock reaching places you couldn't even imagine with your fingers, the feeling of being so full is almost euphoric.
“It's like this pussy was made for me baby–you feel so good” He whispers, sliding out of you again, and then back in, hips moving in an agonizing slow rhythm that has you holding onto his biceps and panting desperately in his mouth.
“F-faster?” you manage to let out, making him chuckle lightly “You sure?” he asks, looking down at you and the way you nod frantically. His lips suck at your neck as he picks up his speed thrusting in and out of you, hips rolling, enjoying every sound you let out.
Your nails dig into his arms, your pussy squeezing around him “You close baby?” he asks, the moan you let out is enough for him to understand, “I wanna come in you while you come on my cock, please?” the begging tone in his voice making you let out desperate pleas, his mouth is back on yours, both of you completely lost in the pleasure of each other, moaning against each other's mouths before he thrusts into you, hard, your pussy clenches around him, grinding up and down as you ride your orgasm out, at the same time milking his cock, making him whimper against you, saying your name though it all.
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, before slowly inching his cock out, his cum spilling out of your pussy, you both wince at the sensitiveness, he pulls back looking down at you
“Where's your towels baby?” He asks, voice soft, you point towards the second drawer of your dresser, he grabs one coming back over to you, kneeling down to clean you up, you admire him, the focused look on his face, he looks up at you smiling “What?” He says through a chuckle
“You’re just really cute when you're focused” He climbs up till he's laid next to you, pulling himself closer to your warm embrace, resting his face on your chest, making you let out a giggle before he looks at you
“I want to be your boyfriend y/n” He says, emotion raw in his tone
“W-what?” You're caught off guard by the question
“Can I be your boyfriend?” He asks, voice low, almost shy
“Please?” he adds
You smile, biting your lip “yes, you can” You whisper, he tilts his head to kiss you again, embracing your warmth, you pull back
“You’re not going to get me flowers or anything?” You ask brow raising
“Oh, you just wait for tomorrow” He smiles against your lips
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Jake left your house that morning, kissing you goodbye, and saying to be ready by six at the latest, you were already dressed at 5.
The second you hear a knock at the door you rush to get it, swinging it open, heart beating fast when you see him, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, with a smile on his face
“Jake–They’re so pretty” You smile, taking them from his hand
“You’re prettier” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips before taking your hand and dragging you to his car.
He covers your eyes with his hands when he makes you get out of the car “Y/n you better not peak” he says, tickling your ear with his mouth, guiding you somewhere
“Shit- dont trip” He says, kicking a rock out of the way
You let out a laugh at how stressed he is right now
“Okay, three, two..” He removes his hand from your eyes, adjusting to the light you look around, at the open field, the sunset turning a pink/ orange hue in the distant, before your eyes fall to the setting before you, you cover your mouth with your hand, smiling against it as you look at the picnic before you
The Jake Sim set up a picnic for you at sunset. you can't help but giggle into your palm, turning to look at him
“Its perfect Jake” You say throwing your arms around his neck, pressing a light kiss to his lips
He smiles proudly, taking pride in the fact that he’s able to please you like this
He helps you sit down, before coming next to you, watching the way you glow from the golden light on you.
“You’re telling me Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon made these?” You say taking a bite of the small strawberry shortcake, the flavors melting in your mouth
“Yeah, they spent all day trying to figure out how, finding recipes and stuff” He says through a laugh
“Said it was their own way of apologizing” He lifts his finger to wipe frosting from your chin, bringing it up to lick it, smiling at you
“Tell them they're going to have to make me 10 more batches of this, because it might just be the best strawberry shortcake to date.” You say, completely serious
“They were considering opening a bakery” Jake says through a laugh, that has you join him
As the sun sets, you lean on his shoulder, you’re not thinking about the stressful things in your life like you normally do in quiet moments, right now it's you and him.
And you're at peace with that, because you feel like you've finally found your person.
“Thank you y/n” Jake says, turning his head to look at you
“For what?” you ask, voice barely a whisper
“Forgiving me, letting me in, it means a lot to me. And I'm really glad you did.” He says, moving a strand of hair behind your ear
“Thank you” You say so quietly, he almost wouldn't be able to hear it, he tilts his head in question
“For being there for me, and accepting me.” You say softly, he smiles before he cups the side of your face in his hand pulling you closer, and kissing you, gently..lovingly.
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And if I wrote reader giving him head for the first time and he actually goes insane
Okay sorry guys i'm just down bad as fuck
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5-STAR DICK, 5-STAR DICKHEAD ׅ ⸝⸝ ۫ ׅ a sim jaeyun oneshot
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SYNOPSIS. ⋮ in which you have the best sex of your life OR- in which you get fucked over by the fuckboy
⋮. 심재윤. ⋮ 2.2k ⋮. ⋆ fuckboy jake ⋆ explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, fingering, doggy, squirting, overstim, spit kink, degration/praise, alcohol incidence, party scene, emotional cruelty, humiliation?, strong language
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🥥 laceys note ; jake is lowkey a massive dick in this but it’s fine igggg, this is pure filth so MDNI (or do I can’t control you) hope yous enjoys babies 😘 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 “epic vibes” and “cute guys.”
Tonight was no different—until he literally dragged you from your bed by the ankle, your oversized sweatshirt bunching up as you flailed.
“Come on,” Sunoo whined, tossing your jeans at your face. “It’s the pre-semester rager at the soccer house. Free drinks, hot people, zero studying. You need this.”
“I need sleep,” you groaned, but he was already rifling through your closet for something “sluttier than pajamas.” (His words not yours)
Thirty minutes later, you stood in the driveway of a sprawling frat house, bass thumping through the walls like a heartbeat.
The air smelled of cheap beer, weed, and desperation.
Sunoo linked arms with you, pulling you through the door into a sea of bodies—red Solo cups were everywhere, strobe lights flashing aggressively and people grinding in corners.
You clung to him like a lifeline, already regretting the tight black top he’d forced on you, that left nothing to the imagination.
“See? It’s great fun,” he shouted over the music, thrusting a drink into your hand. “Drink. Dance. Live.”
You sipped the mystery concoction—sweet, burning, vodka-heavy—and scanned the room.
Faces blurred. Laughter spiked.
Sunoo vanished into the crowd after ten minutes, yelling something about finding his “situationship.”
Left alone now, you wedged yourself against a wall, nursing your cup, watching the chaos of drunk and horny “adults” unfold.
That’s when some drunk asshole barreled into you. Liquid sloshed over your hand, soaking your top.
The guy—tall, sloppy, reeking of tequila—didn’t even glance back, just kept stumbling forward. Your cup was half-empty now, sticky and ruined.
“Fuck,” you muttered, shaking off the spill.
“Here.”
A voice cut through the noise—smooth, confident, closer than you expected.
You turned to find a guy holding out a fresh cup, condensation beading on the plastic.
Dark hair tousled just right, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, fitted white tee hugging broad shoulders and a hint of abs beneath. Piercing eyes locked on yours, lips curved in a smirk that screamed trouble.
“On the house. That dipshit owes me for the mess.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the easy charm. “Uh, thanks. You didn’t have to.”
He shrugged with casual grace, positioning himself against the wall beside you, near enough that his cologne—a crisp, masculine blend of cedar and spice—enveloped you.
“Name’s Jake. And it absolutely was. I can’t let an asshole like that ruin a pretty girls night.”
The compliment landed with practiced ease, his gaze sweeping over you in a slow, appreciative of your low cut top, the look ignited something low in your belly.
You supplied your name, accepted the drink, and took a tentative sip. Stronger than the previous one, it spread warmth through your limbs almost immediately.
Jake mirrored your pace, conversation igniting as if you were old acquaintances. He was funny, sharp, the kind of guy who made the room feel smaller, quieter, just for you two.
“You dance?” he asked, nodding toward the makeshift floor.
You laughed. “Not nearly drunk enough.”
He grinned, dimples flashing. “We can fix that.”
Two more drinks later—his refills, always perfectly timed—the world tilted soft and hazy. The music coursed through your veins like liquid fire.
Jake’s palm settled at the small of your back, steering you into the midst of swaying bodies. Collisions occurred. During a slutry track, his chest aligned with yours, hips moving in perfectly against one another.
Heat radiated between you—his breath warm against your neck, fingers tracing the edge of your waistband with deliberate subtlety.
“You smell incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
A shiver raced across your skin.
Emboldened by the alcohol and the electric pull of his proximity, you pivoted within his grasp, your hands gliding up the firmness of his chest. “So do you.”
The kiss happened naturally, like gravity. His mouth claimed yours—firm, skilled, tasting of whiskey and want and no hesitation.
His tongue teasing yours, deepening the kiss fast. Hands were everywhere: yours in his hair, tugging at the roots and his gripping your ass, pulling you flush against the hard line of him.
The world narrowed to Jake—hot, demanding, perfect.
He broke away first, eyes dark with hunger. “Upstairs?”
Your heart thundered against your ribs. Eveything in you screamed; stranger, party, mistake.
But alcohol took over and you nodded, still flushed from the kiss.
He grabbed your hand and navigated the both of you through bodies, you climbed the groaning staircase to a bedroom at the end of a corridor.
The door clicked shut and Jake locked it.
The space was dimly lit by a string of small light, illuminating a king-sized bed with rumpled sheets that carried a faint scent of fresh laundry.
Posters of soccer legends adorned the walls, discarded underwear littered the floor— giving a clear signs of occupancy or maybe a couple was here before the tow of you.
None of it mattered in this moment.
His shirt came off first, revealing a torso honed by relentless athletic discipline: broad chest tapering to chiseled abs, a tantalizing trail of dark hair vanishing below his waistband.
You absorbed the sight, desire pooling hot between your thighs.
Your top followed, then your bra, unfastened with his deft fingers that clearly told you he’s done this before. Jeans peeled away. Underwear vanished. You both were bare now, skin humming with anticipation.
Jake backed you to the bed, gaze raking over every exposed curve like a starving man.
“Fuck, you’re a goddamn dream,” he growled, voice thick with reverence and filth.
He claimed your mouth again—this time slower, dirtier, tongue fucking into you with lewd precision—before shoving you down onto the mattress.
He prowled over you, his weight pinning you down, mouth blazing a trail of wetness across your skin: teeth sinking into your neck hard enough to bruise, lips sucking purple marks across your collarbone, tongue lavishing attention on your breasts—circling hardening nipples, drawing them into the wetness of his mouth until you arched, a gasp tearing from your throat.
He was a fucking sex god.
His fingers dove between your thighs, spreading your already slick folds wide.
He pumped two thick digits inside—curling viciously against your G-spot, scissoring to stretch you open, his thumb battered your clit in brutal circles.
You thrashed from the pleasure, soaked and sobbing, the wet schlick of his hand was obscene and so loud over the muffled bass of the party below.
“Jake—fuck, please—”
He laughed dark, withdrawing his fingers but only to shove his boxers down.
His cock sprang free—thick, long, with veins bulging along the shaft and a flushed red head leaking pre-cum.
He snatched a condom from the drawer, rolling it on with practiced speed.
He gripped your thighs, yanking them apart wide, folding you nearly in half. Teasing your dripping hole with the fat head of himself, smearing your arousal all over him.
Then he slammed in—bottoming out in one brutal thrust that ripped a scream from your throat.
The stretch burned so perfectly, your tight walls fluttering around his girth. He was so big.
“So fucking tight—gonna ruin this pussy,” he snarled, hips snapping immediately into a brutal rhythm.
The bedframe banged the wall like a gun shot, headboard cracking wood over and over and over. Every stroke demolished you: cockhead hammering your G-spot relentlessly, his pelvis grinding your clit, balls slapping your ass wet and loud.
He pinned your wrists overhead with one hand, the other mauled your tits—pinching your nipple hard, twisting until tears pricked your eyes.
His mouth devoured yours in sloppy kisses, swallowing your escalating cries and screams.
Sweat sheened visible on you both under the dim lit lights, bodies slapping filthy—schlick-schlick-schlick echoed as a cream ring foamed at his base.
Your walls clenched around him involuntarily, signaling your approach.
He sensed it, redoubling his efforts—thrusts growing erratic, one hand hitch your leg higher over his hip, altering the angle to fuck you even deeper.
“Come for me,” he commanded, voice gravelly against your ear. “Let me feel you.”
The orgasm hit you and shattered you—your vision fracturing into white-hot bursts, thighs quaking uncontrollably around his waist.
A keening moan escaped you as your nails raked bloody crescents down his back.
He flipped you suddenly—ass up, face smashed into the sheets making your screams and moans muffled, your hips were yanked back onto his cock.
The new angle wrecked you even more: deeper, meaner, your cervix battered with each plunge.
Spanks fell on your ass—red-hot stings blooming from his large hands—his free hand fisting your hair, yanking your head back to spit in your open mouth. “Swallow.”
He fucked you harder with each thrust as you both neared the edge. Your gummy walls tightening around him, clenching him so hard. “Good girl—take this dick.”
Your second orgasm came faster and harder, your vision blacking this time, your cunt convulsing in violent spasms and pulses, squirting a mess down your thighs and on his cock.
He growled, pounding you through it once again, never slowing before burying balls-deep, in you, his cock throbbing while white ropes spurted into the condom, grinding his pelvis filthly against you as he made you take every drop.
Finally he collapsed beside you in wreckage, panting and euphoric.
Jake peeled off after a minute, knotting the condom and grabbing water in a bottle form the bedside table (who knows how long that’s been there). After he took a sip he tossed you it casually.
“Fucking unreal,” he panted, smirking sated.
You nodded, wrecked and glowing. “Holy shit.”
He stretched, muscles flexing in the low light, then glanced toward the clock. It glowed 2:17 a.m., the party below still faintly audible.
He rose then, sliding his boxers back on with nonchalance. “You leaving?”
The question struck like a bucket of ice water.
You propped yourself on your elbows, sheets pooling at your waist, disbelief etched deep into your features. “Excuse me?”
He shrugged, zipping his jeans up without meeting your eyes, tone clipped and entitled—as though you had overstayed your welcome.
“Party’s dying. Figured you’d wanna bounce before it clears out. Avoid the walk of shame.”
Silence enveloped the room. The finest climax imaginable, reduced to this? Dismissed like a paid companion post-transaction? No tender embrace. No exchange of numbers. No acknowledgment beyond the satisfaction of sex and a mind-blowing orgasm.
“You’re joking,” you said, voice sharpening.
He paused while tugging his shirt over his head, one eyebrow arched in mild irritation. A smug smirk twisted his lips. “What? This isn’t a slumber party, sweetheart.”
You bolted upright, snatching your clothes with trembling hands. “Fuck you, Jake.”
“Already did.” His grin widened, dimples showing like they were mocking you. “Good, right?”
Rage boiled in you, and humiliation settled hot on your cheeks.
You dressed fast, bra twisted hasty around you, jeans yanked rough on againt your skin.
He watched, arms crossed, leaning against the dresser like you were nothing but another notch in his fucked up belt.
You unlocked the door with click. And stormed straight out—no goodbye necessary, he didn’t deserve that form you.
You slammed it behind you, hard enough to rattle frame and echo down the corridor.
Downstairs people had dissolved—Sunoo located you eventually, concern furrowing his brow, he was still a bit tipsy but could see that look you had on your face. “Where the hell were you? You alright?”
“Fine,” you lied through gritted teeth.
Outside, the cool night air slapped you. The entire walk home you seethed with rage—your body still thrumming from the aftershocks of probably the best sex you’ve ever had (much to your dismay).
You thought about how casually he’d told you to basically “fuck off”, your mind branded him with entitled prick.
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UNDONE ── .✦ jake sim one shot
To everyone else, you’re Jake’s girlfriend and picture of innocence—soft spoken, always with a smile, the type to bake cookies and kiss him goodbye on the cheek. His friends are sure he’s not getting what he needs, and they don’t hold back their advice for him to cheat, flirt, find someone who’ll actually put out. Jake doesn’t even bother correcting them, cause not only are they wrong, they’re wildly off the mark.
nsfw warnings: SMUT, toxic male friendship dynamics, back-talking, gaslighting, multiple rounds of sex, overstimulation, oral (m & f receiving), creampie, fingering, light breathplay, praise kink, mild degradation, anal play (established dynamic), light powerplay, hair pulling, dirty talk, cockwarming, light possessiveness, squirting, soft dom/sub elements, and begging.
wc ── 7.9k
Jake Sim is...hard to explain.
If you ask around, you'll hear a thousand different versions. Jake Sim is hot. Jake Sim is an asshole. Jake Sim is the sweetest guy you'll ever meet. Jake Sim is the guy who'll flirt with you all night, fuck you into the mattress, and then forget your name before the sun even rises. Jake Sim is a player, a charmer, he's the guy everyone warns everyone about always a little too late.
And to be honest? they're not exactly wrong. Jake is the kind of guy who makes a mess just to see if someone else will clean it up. The kind who smiles like he knows all the answers to everything and doesn't care to share them. Jake's never had to try hard for anything—not attention, not girls, not the kind of casual popularity that clings to people like him for no reason other than sheer gravity.
He floats through life on charm and instinct, making trouble look too effortless.
Well, not until you.
You never belonged in Jake's world, like not even a little bit. You didn't chase parties or post thirst traps. You weren't loud, or flashy, or easy to figure out. But you were soft spoken and self contained, always in those oversized knit sweaters and delicate little necklaces. You said "pardon?" instead of "what," and you never once looked at Jake like you wanted anything from him. In fact you never looked at him at all.
Maybe that's why he couldn't stop staring, because you didn't orbit around him like everyone else did. You truly just existed in your own world and you didn't give a toss that he was attractive in the way that made people act stupid. You were genuinely kind, irritatingly kind Jake would say, and it made him feel like a walking glitch in your perfect little universe.
He was the kind to ghost girls. You were the kind to remember everyone's birthdays. He blew off midterms sometimes. You sent people your notes when you noticed they weren't in class.
You weren't his type in any sense and he sure as hell wasn't yours. But that didn't stop him from going after you anyway.
It didn't stop the way he'd linger outside the library when he knew you were in there, with his eyes low and his fingers twitching. It didn't stop him from getting your number from someone he'd never even spoken to in his life but he saw them speak to you once and that was enough for him. It didn't stop whatever this became—this quietly consuming, slow burn kind of obsession that made Jake Sim, the most unserious, nonchalant boy in the world, go dead serious when it came to you.
So dead serious that he made you his girlfriend quicker than you could think to even consider saying no, and goddamn if you didn't love him and the intensity of it all too.
The promise ring he asked you to be his girlfriend with was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You remember how red in the face he was, a little awkward too, holding out a tiny velvet box.
You'd slipped it on without hesitation, and now it lives on your finger, always warm from your skin and twirled endlessly whenever you're anxious or shy or thinking a little too hard. Jake watches you do it sometimes when you're talking to him, or even when you're not. It makes his chest tight in the best way possible.
You're still not officially living with him. But your things are everywhere, all over his apartment. Your makeup clutters the edge of his bathroom sin, your slippers sit beside his sneakers at the front door, your clothes even hang in his closet, slowly but surely taking over, and your lacey panties end up in his laundry pile more often than not—a discovery Jake reacts to every time like it's Christmas morning.
He swears he loves it, all of it, all of you.
He loves the way you hum to yourself when you cook, loves how you taste everything off the spoon and make him do the same thing. He loves waking up to the smell of something sweet in the oven, loves hearing you sing along to songs you think he can't hear from the other room. He loves the softness you bring into his space, it’s like his whole apartment exhales when you're in it.
And right now, he's trying not to smile like an idiot as you leave the tray of cookies fresh from the oven on the coffee table for him and his friends, they’re still warm and rich with the scent of vanilla and browned butter. The boys dive in immediately, tearing into them like they've been starving all day.
"Dude," Sunghoon mumbles with his mouth full. "What does she put in these?"
"Crack," Heeseung says, reaching for another. "Crack cocaine, I’m so damn sure."
Jake just smirks, watching you tidy up in the kitchen with your hair pulled back, phone in hand before heading toward the living room again, eyes already on him.
"I'm heading to the mall with my friends," you tell him sweetly, swinging your purse over your shoulder and leaning down to kiss one cheek, then the other. "Don't eat all the cookies before I get back." You tell them even though you know it’ll all be gone by the time you’re back.
Jake smiles up at you. "No promises."
You glance at the guys. "Enjoy, boys."
"Thanks, sweetheart," Sunghoon replies automatically, and Heeseung raises his cookie in salute.
The door to the apartment shuts behind you and the silence gets loaded.
Jake barely has time to reach for another cookie before Heeseung squints at him over the edge of his glass and says, "Okay but like...how often do you jerk off?"
Jake blinks. "What?"
"You know," Heeseung gestures vaguely. "When she's not around. Or even when she is. Like, how bad's the drought?"
Jake frowns. "What are you even—"
"Come on dude. She bakes, she cleans, she kisses your cheeks like a fucking disney character," Sunghoon says, shaking his head like he's genuinely concerned. "And she's got you wearing a promise ring, bro. Be serious."
Jake raises an eyebrow.
"She's your girlfriend, not your chastity coach," Heeseung adds, mouth full. "It's okay to like her, man. Be whipped or whatever, but every guy's got needs." He does air quotes with his fingers at whipped.
"Exactly," Sunghoon nods. "You're telling us you haven't cracked once? Eight months and she's still playing house instead of playing with your dick?"
Jake laughs.
It's low and easy as he tosses a cookie up in air, catching it in his mouth like he doesn't have a care in the world. "You guys don't know what the fuck you're talking about."
"Oh, come on—"
He doesn't let them finish.
Just shrugs, wipes a crumb off his jeans, and leans back against the couch cushions with that same frustratingly calm grin. Not confirming anything or denying either and definitely not offering a damn thing more.
And maybe that's what gets them most. Sunghoon is about to continue with his drilling but the apartment door bangs open and Jay barrels in like he was trying to break the door open.
"I had to park three fucking blocks away—why are there so many delivery trucks on your str—" He stops question when he spots the half empty cookie tray and Jake's face. "Ah. What’s going on?"
Heeseung and Sunghoon exchange a look that says perfect timing.
Sunghoon jerks a thumb toward Jake. "We're staging an intervention. Lover boy here claims he hasn't touched himself for eight months because little miss betty boop apparently doesn't—"
"Dude," Jake warns, voice flat.
Heeseung dives in anyway. "We're just saying every guy's got needs, and she's not exactly—" he twirls a hand, searching for a polite word and failing—"open access."
Jay slumps into the couch slowly, suddenly wary. "Okay, first? Why is this our business? Second, she literally did my laundry when I was half dead with the flu last month. She's an angel—"
"Exactly," Sunghoon interrupts, irritated that Jay isn't backing him. "She's too angelic. Jake's basically wasting away. I know a girl who wouldn't care that you’re taken—she'll rock your fucking world, no strings."
Jay's eyebrows shoot up. "Bro, are you actually telling him to cheat? That's fucked up."
Heeseung waves him off. "Look, pastor Jay, spare us the sermon. We’re being practical."
Jay crosses his arms. "Practical? Or fucking sleazy?"
Sunghoon's jaw tics. "Fine, keep your halo. I'm trying to help our boy here."
"Help?" Jay snorts. "You're insinuating his girlfriend's a prude and pushing him toward some side piece because you can't fathom a relationship that isn't twenty-four/seven fucking."
Heeseung lets out a low laugh. "Prude? She's sweet, yeah—but let's be real, she's a little stuck-up. Bet she makes him say please and thank you before he even—"
"Enough."
His voice isn't loud, but it's close to lethal and it make the room still. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on Heeseung. "Don't talk about my girlfriend like that."
The silence is as thick as caramel.
Heeseung opens his mouth, thinks better of it and just shrugs instead. Sunghoon raises both hands in a mock surrender. "All right, all right. We're just looking out for you, man."
Jake sits back, expression unmoving except for the tight belt of muscle along his jaw. "Appreciate the concern but drop it."
Jay exhales, tension easing from his shoulders as he snags a cookie. "Cool. Crisis averted. Let's talk about literally anything else—basketball, stocks, the weather—"
But the mood has unfortunately shifted too far. Under the warm scent of sugar and butter, something colder threads the air, like a line drawn or a warning given.
Jake breaks off a crumb, flicks it onto the tray, and doesn't say another word.
The hangout's pretty much dead, even though they try to shift the conversation, try to joke but nothing lands. Not with Jake sitting there, stiff as a statue, jaw tight, barely looking up. Heeseung's chewing slower, the cookies don't taste as good anymore, and Sunghoon keeps checking his phone like there's somewhere else he needs to be.
Because there is.
Anywhere but here that’s for sure.
Jake's not even yelling, but does he have to? The way he's gone quiet should be enough. He's not laughing at their dumb jokes, not biting back with sarcasm like usual. He’s just sitting there on his own couch like he doesn't even recognize it.
Jay finally clears his throat. "Uh...I should probably get going. Early shift tomorrow."
Heeseung stands. "Yeah. Same." He doesn’t even have a job.
Sunghoon mumbles something about traffic, already halfway to the door. No one says it, but they all feel it, feel the vibe shot and Jake's silence holding the smoking gun.
Jay lingers a little longer near the door. He glances back, eyes softer than before. "Hey...sorry, man. I’m sure they didn't mean for it to go there."
Jake doesn't look at him. Just rubs the heel of his palm into one eye. "Yeah. Whatever."
Jay nods once and doesn't push. The door clicks shut behind them, and Jake's left alone in the quiet. He slumps back on the couch, eyes drifting to the half empty cookie tray on the coffee table.
You made those for them.
And they still had the audacity to talk about you like that. To reduce you to some outdated stereotype of some sweet, doting, sexless girlfriend he must clearly be suffering through.
The door creaks open a moment later, and you waltz bouncing with happiness, arms overflowing with shopping bags. You toe off your shoes at the door, grin still plastered on your face as you make your way inside, the scent of your perfume trailing behind you like sunshine.
"Babyyy," you call out cheerfully. "You will not believe the sale I hit today."
You find him on the couch, slouched deep into the cushions, hoodie up, face shadowed by the TV glow and a silence that immediately makes you feel like something is wrong.
Your grin falters. "Jake?"
He turns his head toward you, offers a weak smile that’s just a twitch of his lips, not the real one that crinkles his eyes and melts your stomach.
You pause at the edge of the couch, looking at him, then the table, at the cookie tray that’s half full. There’s not a crumb in sight on the cushions or floor, which is odd because the boys always devour them like wolves.
Your heart sinks a little.
Something is wrong.
Without a word, you gently set your shopping bags down and crawl into his lap, settling your weight carefully over him, but his hands stay limp at his sides. He doesn't even tuck them around your waist like he always does. Doesn't nose into your neck or murmur a "missed you."
You touch his face, frown deepening. "Jakey..." you whisper, brushing his hair off his forehead. "Talk to me. What happened? You were fine when I left."
He shrugs once and his eyes stay distant, so you lean in and kiss his cheek, then the other, then his forehead, then the corner of his mouth but still nothing.
You press a soft slow kiss to his lips and his eyes flutter shut for a second.
He finally breathes out a sigh at that, like you've loosened something that was wrapped too tight in his chest.
"Just..." he mumbles, pulling you in by the waist now, finally holding you, finally here with you. "Some stupid shit with the boys."
You lean your forehead against his. "Hmm…what kind of stupid?"
He shakes his head, exhaling through his nose, jaw still ticking. "Doesn't matter."
"It matters if it makes this face," you say, gently pinching his pout. "Talk to me, baby."
He sighs again, but this time it's softer and a little less bitter. For a second, he just holds you, arms snug around your waist, your fingers in his hair, the scent of fresh cookies and the ghost of something ugly lingering in the air between you.
But at least you're here now and he’s already starting to feel better.
"They were just..." He swallows, jaw clenched. "Saying shit. About you. About us."
You pull back just a little, just enough to look into his eyes, head tilting softly. "Like what?"
He doesn't answer at first, he just presses his lips together like the words taste unpleasant on his tongue.
"That you're too sweet," he says finally. "Too innocent. That I must be struggling. That I'm not getting...what I need." He can't even say the rest while looking at you so his gaze drops to your collarbone. "Sunghoon even suggested that I should cheat. That he knew some girl who wouldn't care if I had a girlfriend."
“Jay was different though, he wasn’t having any of it.”
Your breath stutters just a little, but it’s enough that he notices and enough that it makes his stomach drop.
There it is—your face crumpling, it’s not dramatic, it’s like your heart folded in on itself for a second, and you're working quickly to iron it flat again.
Jake hates himself for putting that look there.
But then—God, your smile. It comes immediately after and it’s soft and unshaken.
"That's really shitty," you say, brushing your thumb across his cheekbone. "But it doesn't matter what they think."
Jake's eyes flick up, searching yours for any signs of insincerity.
"You know that's not true," you continue. "Right?"
He nods, slowly. "Of course I do."
"Then that's all that matters," you whisper. You lean in and kiss his forehead again, warm and reassuring. "Maybe you just need to reevaluate your little bro club. Pick the ones who don't suggest cheating on your girlfriend over cookies she baked for them."
Jake exhales a breath of a laugh, tension starting to ease from his shoulders.
You smile again, a little sly this time. "Honestly, I always liked Jay more than the rest, anyway."
Jake huffs through his nose. "Yeah?"
You nod. "He defended my honor. What a man."
Jake finally smiles, real and wide and completely helpless. "I love you."
"I know, baby. I love you too." You kiss the corner of his mouth. "Now help me carry in all my bags. I got new panties." You say and push off him and that shuts him up fast, he’s already standing and following you into the bedroom like a possessed man, with eyes that gleam and hands that twitch, absolutely thrilled to see what you spent his money on.
You're already pulling out bags, giggling as you place each one on the bed like a dramatic little fashion show.
"Okay, ready?" you ask, grinning as you kneel on the mattress, surrounded by tissue paper, paper bags and receipts.
He flops down beside you, eyes wide, nodding like this is the first time you’ve done this, it’s not.
You hold up a dainty little silk top. "Cute, right?"
"That’s so hot, princess."
Followed by a miniskirt. "Too short?"
"No such thing."
He leans back on the bed, hands behind his head, watching you with an easy smile as you sift through your shopping bags, showing him more of what you got. He doesn't even bother hiding how proud he is watching you flaunt everything you bought.
You hold up a cute little white dress next. "This one was kinda expensive..."
Jake hums, eyes raking over you. "Worth every cent if you're wearing it."
You snort, but you're smiling as you slip it over your head. You smooth the fabric down and twirl once. "Do I look like someone's sugar baby?"
"You are someone's sugar baby," Jake grins, "you just cook too well for it to be obvious."
You giggle, tugging the hem down before sighing. "Okay, I'm not about to stain this with lipstick or lotion—hold on."
You casually peel the dress back off and toss it onto a nearby chair, standing fully naked in front of him without a second thought.
He lets his gaze drag slowly down your body, the same way it always does when you’re naked in his presence, so lazy but heated and familiar. Like he knows every inch of you by heart and never gets tired of seeing it.
"C'mere," he says, voice so deep, you already know what’s on his mind and you barely take a step before he's already got his hands on your waist, pulling you into his lap so he can have you straddling him, arms wrapping around his neck, and he just leans in, pressing his face into your skin, right at the curve of your neck.
"You always smell so fucking good," he tells you, lips brushing your collarbone. "And you're warm."
"I'm always warm," you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair.
He grins into your skin. "Yeah. Especially when you're on top of me like this, titties in my face and everything."
His lips trail along your collarbone, soft and slow, and his hands stay steady at your waist, thumbs pressing into the dip of your back, holding you in place
You sigh when he kisses your neck, just below your ear, and he feels the way your body softens in his lap, you're melting just for him.
He nips your jaw, then lower, moving his mouth down your throat, so warm and unhurried, open mouthed kisses skating down your chest until he reaches one of your breasts, wrapping his lips around it with a low groan like he's finally getting something he's been craving all day.
You arch into him instinctively, fingers curling in his hair as his tongue swirls around your nipple—lazy at first, then firmer and hungrier.
"Jake," you whisper, breath catching a little.
He hums against you, sucking slow and deep, one hand sliding up to cup the other side, thumb circling with the same rhythm his mouth sets.
Your hips shift without meaning to grind down unto him, and he catches that too, cock already hard beneath you.
"I’m so fucking in love with you," he mumbles into your skin, kissing across your chest to the other side.
His mouth stays wrapped tightly around your nipple, sucking on it so hard you moan a little, then he continues trailing wet kisses over your chest, his lips drag down your sternum before slipping one of his hands between your thighs. He's lazy about it at first, tracing idle circles against the inside of your thigh, like he's in no rush, or like he doesn't already feel how warm and wet you are sitting right on top of him.
You shift your hips, needing more, trying to grind down on him, but Jake just smiles against your skin. "Getting needy already, baby?" he murmurs, moving your panties to the side with two fingers, knuckles brushing deliberately light against your folds, teasing. "You're already wet," he mutters, almost to himself. His thumb grazes just barely over your clit, featherlight. "You know what that does to me?"
You whine and he grins like he's won something. But then his grin falters when you grab his wrist and hold it still.
Your voice is soft. "Jake."
He glances up at you.
"Stop teasing."
Before he can say anything back, you push firmly at his chest with both hands and he lets you. Lets himself fall back onto the mattress with a small gasp of surprise that turns into a breathless laugh.
"Shit," he laughs under his breath, one arm behind his head now, the other resting on your thigh. "You don't even let me pretend I'm in control anymore, huh?"
You raise a brow as you settle over him properly, your hands moving down his torso, nails dragging just enough to make him tense.
He bites his lip, eyes flicking between yours and your mouth, already drunk on the way you’re naked above him and so sure of what you want.
Jake's always had game. He's had his fun, knew what it meant to chase and win. But with you? With you, it's never been a game.
Your palm works him over his cock through his sweats, slow and deliberate, your thumb catching the outline of him through the fabric just right, and Jake's head tips back into the pillow with a strangled sound, breath hitching like he absolutely cannot help it.
"F–fuck," he whimpers, hips twitching up into your hand. "I love you. I'm so in love with you."
You lean down, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, voice soft and syrupy as you coo, "Yeah? You love me, Jakey?"
He nods fast, his chest rising and falling hard beneath you, completely gone for you already, and you hum sweetly like you're proud of him, almost like you're indulging a boy who's trying so hard to be good.
You tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, just enough to free his cock, and he lifts his hips obediently, still panting.
And when you finally pull him out, your eyes widen.
"Oh my god," you gasp, like you haven't seen him a hundred times before.
Jake lets out a breathless laugh, flushed and glowing with affection. "You do that every time," he grins.
You wrap your hand around him, giving one firm, languid stroke, eyes still fixed in reverence. "It shocks me every time."
Jake groans, both hands flying up to grip your hips now cause he needs to hold on to something, as if the worship in your voice is just as dangerous as your touch.
"Baby," he breathes, already dizzy, "please..."
His hands tighten on your hips. "My heart," he says, breathless but steady, "can you sit on it for me?"
Your brows lift in teasing surprise. "You asking nicely now?"
He leans up, kisses the swell of your breast before dragging his mouth to your neck. "Please," he murmurs against your skin.
You giggle, glancing down between your bodies where he's hard and leaking pre cum against your stomach. You drag your fingers over his tip and grin when he twitches. "Jakey, I don't know...it's so big. Not sure I can take it."
He lets out a full bodied groan and his hands shoot up to cover his face like your words physically broke something in him. "Fuck—don't say that."
You laugh, warm and wicked, and reach down to line him up with your pussy.
He peeks through his fingers at you, eyes dark and glassy. "You know what that does to me."
You lean in, kiss his jaw and whisper, "I do, baby." Slowly sinking yourself down on his cock, and Jake's mouth falls open around a gasp so needy it makes your stomach flip.
All his confidence and playboy charm melts into raw want for you. And you know he wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world, so when you settle fully on him with you clit nearly brushing his pubic bone, you gasp at the stretch like it's brand new, even though he's been inside you more times than you can count.
Jake watches with blown pupils, biting down on a groan as your walls flutter around him. You're breathless, clutching his shoulders, eyes glazed and already starting to tremble from how deep in your cunt he hits.
But it's still you who says it first, voice all sweet, whiny, and almost demanding. "Please fuck me, Jakey."
That’s truly all he needs and he doesn’t even hesitate, his hands lock under your thighs and he drives his cock up into you, fucking you from below with a pace so sharp it knocks the air from your lungs. The slap of skin on skin fills the room instantly, his hips pistoning up into yours like he's making up for every second he ever spent apart from you.
You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders, clinging to him as your head tips back. “Oh!—Just like that, baby!”
"You take me so well," he pants, staring up at you with so much love and adoration. "Always do. So fucking good for me."
You can't even answer cause with every snap of his hips, your body jerking helplessly every time he hits that spot inside you just right and you're jus too far gone, moaning as your thighs start to tremble,
Your moans get higher, needier, and Jake just holds you tighter, fucking you harder like he knows you're getting close. “Ah—Shit! I love this pussy—I love you.”
And the you whimper his name in that high pitched tone, he already knows what’s coming.
"Jake...Jake, please..." He groans, lifting his whole body and head to kiss you through it, breath hot and desperate against your mouth.
His hand slips between your bodies without thinking too much, fingers finding that sensitive little clit and the moment he starts rubbing tight, practiced circles into it, your whole body jolts, your hips stutter as well as your breath.
"Jake—" you cry out, the sound thin and wrecked as your orgasm nears.
"I've got you," he says, voice husky and strained as he keeps thrusting up into you. "Come on, baby. Cum for me."
Your eyes roll back, mouth falling open as your walls clamp down hard around his cock. You never had a shot, not with his cock so deep and thick inside you, not with his fingers rubbing so deliciously at your clit.
Your orgasm slams into you with a force that makes your back arch and your nails dig into his shoulders, shaking as pleasure floods your veins. “Oh my—F-Fuck! Jake! I’m cumming! I’m cumming for you!”
You're moaning his name like it's the only word you know, clenching around him so tight he practically growls.
"Fuck—you're so tight—" Jake's hands grip your hips, fingers digging in. "Gonna cum, baby—gonna fill you up—"
He snaps his hips up one, two, three more times before burying himself deep with a sharp gasp, thick ropes of cum spilling inside you as he lets out a low, trembling groan against your shoulder. “Just like that, take it baby.”
His whole body tenses, as he continues to fuck his cum deeper into your pussy, before melting beneath you and wrapping his arms around your waist cause he needs to come back to earth.
You sit there on his cock, fucked out with your body is still twitching from aftershocks, then he sits up presses a soft kiss to your collarbone and speaks, almost dazed, "I love you. You know that right?."
Your chest heaves just like his as you try to catch your breath as well, your skin is dewy and flushed, thighs still trembling slightly where they cradle his hips. Jake lies beneath you, hair stuck to his forehead and completely ruined and glowing in the aftermath.
His cock stays buried inside you, still thick but it’s starting soften and warm from his and your cum.
Jake's eyes are barely open when you start to move again, just with slow and lazy rolls of your hips, like you're testing him, like you already miss the stretch. His eyes snap up to meet yours, wide and glassy.
"Baby..." he rasps, voice rough with the tail end of his orgasm. "Again?"
You nod, bottom lip between your teeth, hands planted firmly on his chest as you grind your hips just right. He twitches inside you, not fully hard yet again, but your walls squeeze around him like you're coaxing him back to life.
"Need you hard again, baby." You whisper, a little whine slipping into your voice. "Want more."
Jake actually groans but his hands flying to your waist regardless, it’s not to stop you, it’s to anchor himself.
"You're insatiable," he mutters, head dropping back on the pillow. "You know that?"
You giggle breathlessly, grinding down again. "But you like it, don’t you?"
He laughs, weak but wrecked, already feeling himself swell inside you again. "Fuck, of course I do, you know I do."
He’s already giving in, letting you use him, letting you move how you want, letting you chase what you need. Because you always take what you want from him and Jake fucking lives for it.
His finger squeeze your waist as your hips keep rocking against him, slow but hungry and so greedy, so fucking sweet about it, whining for more when he's still soft and sensitive. It has his head spinning.
"God, you're gonna kill me," he groans, voice low and shaky.
But you just smile down at him, hips grinding insistently, eyes all sparkly with mischief and need.
That's what does it.
He sits up with a sudden growl and grabs your thighs, flipping you onto your back in one smooth quick motion that makes you squeal and giggle. Before you can protest, he's sliding your leg up, hooking it over his shoulder and settling between your thighs again, his cock already twitching back to life as it presses against your slick pussy.
"Since you don't know when to stop..." he mutters, leaning over you, forehead pressed to yours, breath hot against your lips, "guess I'll have to fuck it out of you."
You gasp, fingers digging into his arms as he ruts forward slowly, stretching you out and you're still so wet and swollen around him from your first orgasm that he slips right back in. A shaky moan tumbles from your lips as he bottoms out, and Jake watches your face melt with satisfaction.
"There she is," he breathes, cupping your jaw. "Always so ready for me."
You try to sass him, you open your mouth with something smug, but then he draws his hips back and slams back in deep, and all you can do is cry out and clutch at his arms. “Jake! Fuck!”
He grins. "Yeah? You like that, baby?"
With your leg slung over his shoulder, every thrust drives his cock in at a perfect, punishing angle, he’s so deep it punches the air from your lungs, makes your head tilt back and your fingers claw down his back.
"Yes Jake—"
He groans low at the sound of his name from your lips, fucking in harder and rougher now, one hand gripping your thigh, the other pressing down beside your head.
"Fuck, baby," he pants, voice wrecked and breathless. "You feel so good—so tight, still?"
You're barely holding on, moaning so high and needy with your eyes fluttering. "Because I want you all the time," you whisper, drunk on the stretch and the rhythm of him. "Wanna fuck all the time."
Jake curses, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. "That's fucking insane," he gasps, his hips jerking for a moment. "You're—Fuck."
You hold him tighter, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as your leg slips from his grip, both feet now planted flat so you can rock up to meet every thrust. Your mouths meet in a messy kiss, full of panting breaths and whispered "I love you"s between the moans as he fucks you into the sheets.
You gasp, "Oh baby, please don't stop," he just nods frantically, already lost in you all over again.
His thrusts slow as he feels your body start to tighten again, that telltale tremble of both your orgasms building. You're gasping his name, legs shaking on either side of his hips, hands gripping at his arms so hard he’s sure you’re gonna leave marks.
"That's it, baby," he pants, breath hot against your cheek as he presses his forehead to yours. "You gonna cum for me again? I can feel it—fuck, you're squeezing me so tight—"
Your nails dig into his shoulders and your voice breaks. "Jake—Jake—I'm—"
He doesn't let up his thrust, he continues to fuck his cock into your cunt deeper and faster. "Make you cum for me. Let me feel it."
Your back arches, mouth falling open in a soundless cry, and then it hits again and your whole body jolts as you gush your release around him, warmth flooding between your legs. Jake groans, deep and raw, watching you as it happens.
"Holy shit, baby—look at you," he breathes, eyes glued to where your bodies meet. His fingers slip down instinctively, sliding through the mess of cum and squirt and pushing two inside you with ease, curling them so deep, you jerk under him, overstimulated, crying out, but he's grinning like he's the one being worshipped.
"Yeah baby," he rasps, fucking his fingers into your cunt so fast and deep, he's coaxing out every last tremble, every aftershock. "You're so fucking perfect—fuck, I love when you do that."
You're whining, twitching beneath him, but not stopping him either and he knows you won't, especially when you don't even pause to catch your breath. You're already pushing up, hands slipping against his sweat-slick skin, eyes glassy and blown wide with lust.
"Baby—" he starts, but you're pushing him on his back again and wrapping your mouth around his cock in one desperate and hungry motion.
Jake chokes on a moan, his head falling back with a thud against the pillow. "F—fuck, baby..."
You're still shaking from your own orgasm, but your mouth sucks him so good with your lips stretched wide and your eyes fluttering shut as you take his cock deeper in your throat that tightens around him. He's still wet from you, slick and throbbing on your tongue, and the mix of it all makes your head spin.
"Jesus—shit," Jake growls, both hands fisting in your hair as he begins thrusting into your throat, fast and controlled, his hips twitching as he groans through his teeth.
"You're—fuck—you're gonna make me cum," he breathes, voice strained, eyes locked on the obscene sight of you between his legs with your cheeks hollowed, looking so fucking pretty even now.
You hum around him, fingers digging into his thighs for balance, tears prickling at your lashes as he hits the back of your throat again and again. He swears under his breath, tightening his grip in your hair, one hand cupping the back of your head as he starts to move a little rougher, chasing that high you're dragging out of him like it's yours.
"Fuck—just like that—don't stop—don't—"
"Y/n—Baby." He groans, jerking into your mouth as he cums hard, hips stuttering, holding your head down on him while he spills down your throat.
His hands fall away, and you finally pull back, swallowing his cum with a soft gasp. Your lips are swollen and your cheeks are flushed but you're smiling up at him cause to you, you've done nothing out of the ordinary.
"Holy shit," he whispers, grinning up as you flop half on top of him and on the bed.
His skin is warm, still damp from sweat, and his voice is soft and sweet when he starts talking.
"We should go to the farmer's market tomorrow," he says through breaths, turning his face toward you with a sleepy smile. "Get that jelly you like. Maybe brunch after...or just come back and stay in bed all day."
You hum in agreement, eyes half-lidded as you turn to face him. "Mhm. That sounds perfect."
He's still talking, "We could also check out that new restaurant you wanted to try—" Then he feels your leg slides over his, bare skin gliding against his thigh as you spread yourself open beside him. His voice stutters, pauses, but he doesn't think much of it until your hand finds his.
Still speaking so sweetly, like he doesn't even notice what's happening, Jake continues, "And maybe get stuff for dinner too. We could try that new reci—"
You take his hand and slowly guide it down your stomach, between your thighs...but instead of stopping on your pussy like he expects, you slide his fingers just a little further back.
He stops talking and his brows knit. "Wait..." he breathes, lifting himself onto one elbow to look down at where you're gently positioning him, not quite shy, but quiet.
"Oh?" His voice lifts a little, soft and surprised, fingers frozen in place.
"Here?" he asks, tilting his head, eyes searching your face.
You nod, biting your lip, pupils wide, cheeks heated, just the tiniest bit nervous but far more excited. Jake's heart patters at the sight.
He blinks, then lets out the softest, most reverent little, "Fuck," as his fingers twitch against your hole.
He goes still for a second before glancing down at you with a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Jake huffs a soft laugh, rubbing his fingers gently where you've placed him. "You really want that again?"
Your lips part in a quiet sigh. "Mhm. Haven't stopped thinking about it."
He grunts in his throat, already adjusting his position to hover over you, his hand still between your thighs. "God, baby...you're unbelievable."
"Please," you whisper.
Jake leans down, kissing your neck with a grin. "Okay, baby."
Jake does exactly what you ask without question, without teasing this time, without dragging it out. Just the steady glide of his fingers, slick with you, working your hole open with practiced care. He knows what you like now. Knows how to curve them just right, how much pressure to apply, when to slow down and when to ruin you.
You're shaking under him, body arching, fists gripping at the sheets. Your eyes flutter back and your mouth falls open but no real words are coming out, just breathy, broken sounds that melt into helpless little moans.
"Fuck, princess," Jake breathes, watching your face like he's obsessed. "Look at you."
You're drooling and you don't even care. Your brain's gone soft and syrupy, babbling nonsense, hiccupping between whines. "So full...s'too good, Jake— I—"
"You can," he murmurs, curling his fingers deeper. "You asked for it, baby."
You whimper hard at that, thighs squeezing around his hand.
Jake leans down, kissing your jaw, your ear, whispering all the filth you crave like praise. "My pretty girl. So greedy for me, huh? Couldn't even wait. Got your fill twice and now you want more."
"Need it," you mewl, "need you— please, please—"
"You have me," he says, voice thick devout as he strokes his own cock back to life, and pushes it in your hole just enough to have you gasping again, moaning as your body clenches hard around his cock.
His thrusts start slow, so deep into you and deliberate, loving the way you squeeze around him and trying not to lose it too fast. Every push forward is a grind of his hips and a filthy exhale against your skin.
But then he hears that sweet little whine you make and he feels your fingers dig into his back, he loses all his patience.
"That's it, baby," His voice is shaking. "Doing so good."
Then his pace starts to speed up, his hips snap harder and sharper. Each thrust makes the pressure mount, your breath hitching as your body rocks forward with every stroke. He holds you firmly, one hand pressing into the mattress, the other one at your hip—dragging you down so his cock can slide deeper and deeper into your ass.
The drag of him against your walls is so intense, even his hips are starting to jerk erratically in their movements, his body slick with sweat, every nerve in him frayed and completely on fire, but he doesn't stop. He can't. Not when you're shaking like this beneath him with tears in your eyes from how good he’s fucking you, so good that you're clawing at him.
He's already come twice and his body sore and overstimulated, but none of it matters cause he has to make you cum one time.
"C'mon, princess," he pants into your neck, his voice is bordering on a little whimper now, "need you to cum for me—give it to me, yeah?"
You nod, your fingers digging into his back. "Jake—I'm—I'm close—"
"I know," he says, sliding a hand between your bodies, thumb immediately circling your clit just the way he knows you like it as he continues to fuck your ass faster and harder, his rhythm never faltering even when his whole body twitches from the overstimulation.
"Fuck—!" you cry out, eyes squeezing shut, thighs locking around him.
Jake moans when he feels you start to clench again, the grip of your body making him curse into your skin. "That's it. Just like that. Be good for me, baby—cum for me."
Your body listens to him and you cum so hard and loud, you’re nearly sobbing through it, your whole body shaking as you gush your release around him again.
Jake groans like he's in pain and pleasure all at once, overstimulated out of his mind but still working his thumb through your orgasm, riding it out with you, whispering, "That's my girl. So good for me. So good."
He's trembling too, face buried in your neck, still inside you, still twitching, but all he cares about is the way you're still falling apart in his arms.
"You've got one more in you," Jake whispers, lips brushing your cheek. "I know you do. Be good for me, baby. Just one more, yeah?"
You're still shaking with how hard your third orgasm just rocked you, but you nod, because you know he knows exactly how to touch you that’ll have that fourth orgasm he wants dragged it out of you.
"You know," he says, lips curling into something darker, "the guys still think you're some sweet little thing who doesn't even let me touch her."
Your eyes snap open.
"They really think I'm suffering over here. Poor Jake, dating the world's most innocent girl," he chuckles in your ear, his fingers pressing harder, cock thrusting faster and faster just the way you need. "Wonder what they'd say if they saw you like this."
"Jake—" you gasp, nails raking down his back. "Don't— don't say that—"
"Why not?" he groans, barely holding on himself. "Look at you. Fucking soaked for me. Begging me to fuck your ass. Taking my cock like this—over and over."
You're gone, completely unraveling under him with your hips bucking, your back arching and a scream caught in your throat as you fall apart, wet and messy and uncontrollable.
Jake watches it all with a dark, fucked out smile, his lips on your cheek as he whispers, "Yeah...real fucking innocent, huh?" His words slam into you like a wave. You arch off the bed, fingers tangling in the sheets, mouth falling open in an enraptured cry.
"Fuck!" you sob, hips bucking involuntarily around his hand and his cock. "Oh god—Jake—"
You're shuddering and everything going white at the edges, and then you cum again, for the fourth time. You squirt around his fingers and cock again, every muscle spasming as you cry out his name again and again, lost in the release.
Jake drops his mouth right where you’re squirting so he can get some into his mouth and suck down on your clit, to guide you through each quaking wave. One of his hands trails back to finger your ass while the other one strokes his cock until he cums into the sheets.
“Yes baby—Oh shit!”
His tongue keeps tracing delicate patterns over your clit and your whole pussy that keep you teetering on the edge even as you ride out your climax before pulling back and looking down at you.
When you look up at him, he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out, then he drapes himself over you, chest slick against yours, breath heavy and shallow as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
"Baby..." he starts, boneless and spent. "You're insane."
You giggle, tracing lazy circles along the curve of his spine, still catching your own breath.
He gave you everything, held you down and pulled you apart until your body trembled under his, until he had nothing left to give. And now he's here, lips brushing your collarbone with every exhale, trying to hang on to consciousness.
"We should try double penetration." You say, running your fingers through his hair and feeling his body stiffen at your words as his head lifts slightly to look into your eyes.
"What?"
You grin. "You know. Your cock and a dildo. Just once."
Jake's eyes flutter close and open again, the look he gives you is somewhere between bewilderment and disbelief. His mouth opens like maybe he wants to say something, but doesn't even know where to start.
"Princess," he breathes, collapsing back down on top of you with a dramatic groan. "You might actually kill me one day."
You hum sweetly, threading your fingers through his damp hair. "You'd like it."
"I know I would. That's the problem." He grins against your skin. "Let me survive tonight first."
You laugh, soft and warm beneath him, already thinking about which toy you'll pick and feeling his breathing go even.
He falls asleep like that, with his arms wrapped around you, utterly spent, murmuring something about needing to train for you like it's a sport. And as you run your fingers through his hair, smiling to yourself, one thing's crystal clear.
Jake's friends have no idea just how completely undone he is by you.
nene’s note ── who wants a boyfriend like jake? MEEEEE!!!!
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