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-ˏˋ⋆. my small heart, like small waves inside, break and push towards you

・°☆ LATEST FIC: LOVE MAZE — 심재윤 (SIM JAEYUN) #SVMJAEYVN: ria! twenty1, chicana, she/her, 02z enthusiast

BYF: MDNI! 18+ blog, i do, in fact, write smut so please exit. strictly here to write my silly little thoughts about the enhypen boys when i find the time. requests always open (well, for now lol) so please ask! most works will be about the hyung line but i'm open to suggestions. full disclosure: I SUCK AT BEING ON A SCHEDULE. im an adult, with an adult job and in a committed long term relationship (love my boyfi fr) so keep that in mind. this is all for fun though! please enjoy and feel free to reach out, i'd love having friends and mooties <3

#svmjaeyvn info #ria talks!#svmjaeyvn masterlist #🫶🏼#enhypen masterlist

Just letting you know you have a minor who follows you and is a known smutty person…even talked abt incest with Heeseung as their bio father.

@/cupcakewon — a 14 year old…

bless up annonie i blocked them cause FOURTEEN??? the posts they were posting too, absolutely not! 🫠

#unrestricted access to the internet🥀#i’m 21 almost 22 i do not want anyone under 18 (AND THATS PUSHING IT) interacting w me PLEASE #pls yall mdni

yall need to stop w these jake leaving enhypen rumors that im seeing now cause i WILL burn hybe down

#i’m literally barricade for blood saga i’m seeing him in HD #my ult bias i will DIE #STOP PUTTING THIS OUT INTO THE UNIVERSE ILL KMS

anyways out of spite i will be writing again and heeseung is gonna be apart of it no matter what 🤣🤣 you can’t take heeseung out of enhypen in my world bye

praying for all my heeseung lovers, if this was jake i’d be throwing up, screaming, and kms cause what the fuck are we on about dude

#enhypen #heeseung

wdym heeseung is gone. wdym they went through iland which was known he was gonna debut. wdym he literally talked about the group and asked us to continue to support. wdym hes going solo and having to leave for it. WHAT DO YOU MEAN??

main fucking vocalist of a group who’s been thriving as 7 leaving on a random ass tuesday? fuck EVERYONE cause wdym this was a long contemplated decision belift?? they had ONE year left on their 7yr contract so what the fuck

#first thing i see waking up at 3am to go to work i deadass hate everyone #april fools?? we’re one month away they got the date wrong they had to have #cause seriously what the fuck #i’m baffled #haven’t even fucking been involved in the fandom like that but shit i feel terrible

hey so what the fuck

jaysbaefie

the pushover | sjy

synopsis: in which jake sim finally stops letting you run the show—only to prove he’s always known how to handle you.

genre: childhood best friends au

pairing: childhood best friend!jake x bratty!reader

warnings: softdom!jake, bratty!reader, reader is so annoying but jake loves it, cornering, bantering, jake scolds reader often, jake is in loveeee, manhandling, spanking ass + pussy, oral (f.rec), spit play, tit play, unprotected p in v, clit play, biting..i think that’s it??

wc: 16.5k+

#need that #god i didn’t realize how good mature and entirely sure of himself jake would be so hot #the nonchalant act to her crazy outrageous behavior? TEW GOOD #loved this so bad give me 1000 more pls #enhypen jake #ria’s reblogs🫧

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can i request jake licking his own cum out of reader’s c00ch after he creampied her teehee

I wrote... but I made a little surprise, I hope you like it 🫢

𝐼'𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 , 𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒

⤷ at the beginning of the relationship he was a totally romantic guy, but now he’s totally dirty

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ husband! jake × fem!reader

₊ ⊹ explicit sexual content, consensual breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, possessive language, mild cum play, intense emotional intimacy, mentions of pregnancy and trying to conceive

Part 2 here

You lie there on the messed-up sheets, thighs still trembling from the way Jake just wrecked you. Your pussy is throbbing, swollen, absolutely dripping with his thick load, the warmth of it leaking out slow and filthy down your ass crack onto the bed. He’s hovering over you, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening with your cream and his cum smeared all over it. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, that cocky little smirk on his lips like he knows exactly what he’s about to do to you next.

He drops down between your legs without a word, spreads your sticky thighs wider with rough hands, and just stares at your ruined cunt for a second. “Fuck, look at that,” he mutters, voice low and raspy. “Look at my cum pouring out of this pretty little hole. You’re fucking wrecked, baby.”

You feel the air hit your sensitive clit and you whimper, hips jerking. He chuckles darkly, leans in, and drags his tongue in one slow, nasty stripe from your leaking entrance all the way up to your clit. The taste of himself mixed with you hits his tongue and he groans like a starving man, eyes rolling back a little. “Taste so fucking good together,” he growls against your folds, lips already shiny with the mess.

Then he really goes for it. He shoves his tongue deep inside you, curling it, scooping his own hot load out of your pulsing walls like he’s desperate for it. You can feel every flick, every greedy lick as he eats his own creampie straight out of your cunt. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the room, his mouth sucking loudly on your over-fucked hole, swallowing down every drop he can get. Cum and your juices smear across his lips, his chin, dripping down his neck, but he doesn’t care. He’s moaning into you, hips grinding against the mattress because he’s already getting hard again just from the taste.

“Push it out for me, sweetheart,” he rasps, pulling back just long enough to watch another fat glob of his cum ooze out of you. “Push my fucking load into my mouth.”

You bear down, shaking, and you feel it drip heavy and warm right onto his waiting tongue. He catches it, groans deep in his chest, then dives back in like an animal, tongue-fucking you, nose buried in your clit, licking and swallowing until your pussy is fluttering around nothing and you’re sobbing from how sensitive you are.

He keeps going until he’s licked you completely clean, until the only thing left dripping out of you is fresh slick from how turned on you are again. When he finally pulls back, his face is a fucking mess: lips swollen, chin dripping, cum streaked across his cheek. He grins up at you, wicked and satisfied, licks his lips slow and deliberate.

“Love eating my cum out of this perfect little cunt,” he says, voice hoarse. “Could do it all fucking night.”

He crawls up your body slow, still licking the taste of both of you off his lips, eyes locked on yours like he can’t believe you’re real. His fingers slide up your thigh, smearing the last traces of wetness, and he collapses beside you, pulling you into his chest. The room is quiet except for your breathing, heavy and synced, hearts hammering against each other.

You feel his lips brush your temple, soft now, nothing like the animal that just devoured you. “You okay?” he whispers, voice rough from moaning into your pussy. His hand cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek. “Wasn’t too much?”

You shake your head, turning to bury your face in his neck, tasting salt and sex on his skin. “No. It was perfect. You’re perfect.” Your voice cracks a little, because suddenly it’s not just about the filthy thing he just did. It’s about how he looked at you while he did it, like you were everything.

He exhales shakily, like your words hit him somewhere deep. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours. “The way you let me… the way you trust me with every dirty, fucked-up thing I wanna do to you… I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts.”

Your breath catches. He’s never said it like that before, raw and trembling, no smirk, no joke to hide behind.

You kiss him slow, tasting the both of you on his tongue, and whisper it back against his lips. “I love you too. So much it scares me sometimes.”

His arms tighten around you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. You stay like that, tangled, whispering things you’ve never said out loud before: how he makes you feel safe even when he’s ruining you, how you’ve never wanted anyone the way you want him, how you’re terrified of ever losing this.

And then, without warning, the lights flicker once, twice, and die.

Everything goes black.

For a second you both freeze, then he laughs softly against your mouth. “Of course. Of fucking course the power goes out right now.”

But outside, thunder rumbles low and heavy, and suddenly rain starts slamming against the windows like the sky’s been holding it in for months. It’s loud, violent, beautiful. The room flashes white with lightning, and in that split second you see his face, eyes wide, rain-blue, staring at you like you’re the only thing left in the world.

He pulls the blanket up over both of you as the temperature drops, cocooning you in warmth and the smell of sex and him. The rain hammers harder, drowning out everything but your breathing and the low growl of thunder.

He kisses you again, slower this time, deeper, like he’s trying to crawl inside your soul. His hand slides down to rest over your heart, feeling it race. “Listen to that,” he whispers against your lips as another crack of thunder shakes the walls. “Sounds like the world’s ending. And I’m here with you. Nothing else matters.”

You thread your fingers through his damp hair, pull him closer. The rain is a roar now, sheets of it blasting the windows, wind howling like it wants in. But inside, under the blanket, it’s just you and him, skin to skin, hearts pounding in sync.

“I want this forever,” you breathe, voice shaking with how much you mean it. “You and me. Like this. Even when the lights go out. Even when everything falls apart.”

He makes this broken sound, half laugh, half sob, and kisses you like he’s sealing a vow. “Then it’s yours. I’m yours. Storm or no storm. Lights or no lights. Every filthy, desperate, soft, insane second of it.”

Lightning flashes again, lighting up the room, and you see tears in his eyes that have nothing to do with the rain outside.

The thunder rolls, the rain never stops, and you fall asleep like that: wrapped around each other, cum-dried and love-drunk, while the world outside tries to tear itself apart and fails.

Because nothing, not even the end of the world, could touch what you have right now.

The rain is still pounding when you hear it: small, hiccuping sobs and the soft patter of bare feet on the stairs.

Jake freezes mid-kiss, lips still against yours, and you feel his whole body go rigid. Another sob, louder this time, followed by a tiny, broken voice.

“Daddy…?”

He’s up in half a second, yanking the blanket around his waist as he scrambles for the bedroom door. You grab his t-shirt from the floor and pull it over your head; it falls to your thighs, still warm from his body and smelling like him. The hallway is pitch black, lightning flashing hard enough to strobe the walls white.

You both reach the top of the stairs at the same time.

There she is: his little girl, four years old, curls wild from sleep, clutching her stuffed bunny so tight the ears are bent. Tears are streaming down her round cheeks, lit up every time the sky cracks open. She’s shaking.

“Daddy, the thunder’s so loud,” she whimpers, bottom lip trembling. “It’s scary. I had a bad dream and the lights went away and I’m cold.”

Jake drops to his knees right there on the landing, blanket forgotten, and scoops her up like she weighs nothing. She buries her face in his neck instantly, legs wrapping around his waist, little fists clutching his shoulders.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” he murmurs into her hair, voice soft in a way that makes your chest ache. “Daddy’s here. You’re safe, I promise.”

You step closer, heart in your throat, and she peeks out from his neck when she hears your footsteps. Her eyes are huge and red-rimmed.

You open your arms without thinking. “Come here, sweet girl. It’s okay.”

She reaches for you immediately, and Jake passes her over. She clings to you just as tight, face pressed to your collarbone, bunny squished between you. She’s freezing; her little toes are ice against your thigh.

Jake stands up, grabs the blanket from the floor, and wraps it around all three of you as he presses in close behind you, arms circling both of you like a shield. The thunder booms again and she flinches hard, crying harder into your neck.

“It’s just the sky being loud, baby,” he whispers against her curls, kissing the top of her head over and over. “It can’t get inside. It can’t touch you. We won’t let it.”

You sway with her gently, rocking side to side the way you’ve seen him do a hundred times. “Want to come sleep with us tonight?” you ask softly. “Big bed, all warm, Daddy and me on both sides so the thunder can’t find you.”

She nods against your chest, sniffling. “Can Mr. Flopsy come too?”

“Of course,” Jake says, voice thick. He kisses her damp cheek, then your shoulder, lingering there like he’s thanking you without words.

You carry her back to the bedroom, Jake’s hand on the small of your back guiding you through the dark. The rain is a steady roar now, softer, almost like a lullaby. Lightning still flashes, but it feels far away under the blanket cocoon you make in the middle of the bed.

She ends up between you, tiny body curled into Jake’s chest, one of her hands reaching back to hold two of your fingers like she needs both of you to feel safe. Mr. Flopsy gets tucked under her chin.

Jake meets your eyes over her head in the dim blue light of another flash. His are glassy, overwhelmed, so full of love it steals your breath. He mouths thank you, slow and deliberate.

You mouth back always.

The storm rages on outside, but inside the three of you are a warm, breathing island. Her crying turns to little hiccups, then to soft even breaths. Jake’s hand finds yours across her back, fingers lacing tight.

In the dark, with the rain drumming and thunder fading into the distance, he whispers so quietly only you can hear, “This is it. This is my whole world right here. You, her, us. I’d burn the fucking sky down before I let anything hurt either of you.”

You squeeze his hand, press a kiss to the top of his daughter’s curls, and feel the last piece of your heart click permanently into place.

The lights never come back on that night.

You don’t need them to.

The power finally flickers back on sometime around dawn, pale gray light leaking through the curtains. You wake up tangled in Jake’s arms, his daughter still curled between you like a tiny furnace, Mr. Flopsy half-buried under her cheek. The rain has slowed to a soft patter, the storm long gone.

Jake’s already awake, tracing lazy circles on your hip with his thumb, watching both of you like he’s memorizing the moment. When she stirs and blinks up at him with those big hazel eyes that are one-hundred-percent his, he smiles so soft it hurts.

“Morning, little monster,” he whispers, kissing her forehead. “Storm’s all gone.”

She yawns, stretches like a kitten, then scrambles up to sit cross-legged between you, hair sticking out in every direction. You sit up too, tugging his t-shirt down over your thighs.

“I’m hungry,” she announces, very serious.

Jake laughs under his breath. “Pancakes?”

“With the smiley faces and whipped cream,” she nods solemnly, then turns to you. “You help, please?”

You’re already sliding out of bed. “Absolutely. Let’s go make the best pancakes in the world.”

Twenty minutes later the kitchen smells like butter and vanilla. Jake’s flipping pancakes at the stove in nothing but gray sweatpants riding low on his hips, flour smeared across one shoulder blade where she “helped” him measure. You’re pouring orange juice while she sits on the counter swinging her legs, bunny tucked under one arm.

She watches Jake slide a perfect smiley-face pancake onto her plate, whipped-cream mouth and blueberry eyes, and suddenly she goes very quiet.

“Daddy,” she says, small voice cutting through the sizzle of the griddle.

He turns, spatula still in hand. “Yeah, baby?”

She twists the bunny’s ear, cheeks pink. “When am I gonna get a little sister?”

The spatula freezes mid-air. You choke on air. Jake’s eyes snap to yours over her head, wide and panicked and a little bit wrecked in the best way.

She keeps going, completely unaware of the bomb she just dropped. “Because Emma at preschool has a baby sister now and she says it’s the best. And I want one too. A tiny one. That I can teach things. And share my toys. And you said when people love each other very very much they can make a baby, and you love her,” she points at you with a sticky finger, “so much it’s gross sometimes.”

Jake’s mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. He looks like he’s been hit by a truck made of feelings.

You feel your face go up in flames, heart trying to climb out of your throat.

She tilts her head. “So… can we? Please? I’ll be so good. I already picked a name. If it’s a girl it’s gonna be Luna, like the moon, because the moon watched over us last night when the thunder was mean.”

Jake drops the spatula with a clatter, walks over, and lifts her off the counter into his arms like she’s made of glass. His eyes are glassy again, voice rough.

“Baby,” he says, pressing his forehead to hers, “you don’t even know how much I want that. How much we,” he looks at you, eyes shining, “want that. One day. Soon. I promise.”

She beams, wraps her arms around his neck. “Really?”

He nods, throat working. “Really. Luna’s a perfect name.”

Then she wriggles down, runs to you, hugs your legs so hard you almost fall over. “That means you’re gonna be her mommy too,” she says into your stomach, matter-of-fact, like it’s already decided. “And you’ll be the best mommy because you let me have whipped cream for breakfast and you weren’t even scared of the thunder.”

Your knees nearly give out. Jake steps up behind you, arms sliding around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You feel him trembling just slightly.

He kisses the side of your neck, whispers so only you can hear, “You okay with that, sweetheart? With her calling you mommy one day? With giving her that little sister she just ordered like it’s the easiest thing in the world?”

You turn in his arms, cup his face, thumbs brushing the wetness at the corners of his eyes.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” you whisper back.

His smile breaks wide open, raw and beautiful, and he kisses you right there in the kitchen, soft and slow and full of every promise you just made.

His daughter cheers, clapping sticky hands. “That’s a yes! Luna’s coming!”

Jake laughs through the tears he’s not even hiding anymore, scoops her up again, and the three of you end up in a pile of hugs and whipped-cream kisses while the rain finally stops outside and the sun breaks through the clouds like it heard everything and decided to celebrate too.

Pancakes get cold.

Nobody cares.

You’ve got a family to grow.

The house is quiet for once. She’s at her grandma’s for the weekend, first sleepover since the storm, and the silence feels almost loud. You’re both tiptoeing around it all day: the loaded glances across the kitchen, the way Jake’s hand keeps finding the small of your back, the way you catch him staring at your stomach like he’s already picturing it rounded with his baby.

By nightfall the air between you is electric.

He finds you in the bedroom doorway, barefoot in one of his old tour shirts, nothing underneath. The hallway light catches the hunger in his eyes when he realizes.

“Lock the door,” he says, voice low, rough, already wrecked.

You do.

He’s on you before the click finishes, backing you into the wall, mouth hot and desperate on yours. His hands slide under the shirt, palms spreading over your bare skin like he’s claiming every inch.

“Been thinking about this all fucking day,” he growls against your throat, teeth scraping. “Putting another baby in you. Giving her that little sister she asked for.”

You moan into his mouth, legs already shaking. “Do it then. Fuck me full of it.”

He groans like you just punched him, lifts you clean off the floor, and carries you to the bed. The shirt is gone before you hit the mattress. He spreads your thighs wide, stares down at your pussy already slick and swollen for him.

“Look at you,” he breathes, dragging two fingers through your folds, spreading you open. “This cunt was made to take my cum. Made to grow my babies.”

You arch up, desperate. “Jake, please—”

He doesn’t make you wait. He shoves his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, thick and leaking at the tip, and lines up. One slow, deliberate push and he sinks into you bare, balls deep, stretching you open exactly the way you both need.

“Fuck,” he hisses, forehead pressed to yours. “Feel that? That’s me breeding you. Every inch.”

He starts moving, deep and filthy, hips rolling slow at first so you feel every drag of his cock inside you. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.

“Harder,” you beg, nails raking down his back. “Want to feel you for days. Want it dripping out of me until it takes.”

That snaps something in him. He slams into you, bed creaking, headboard knocking the wall. The room fills with the wet slap of skin on skin, your soaked pussy taking him over and over.

“Gonna fill this pussy up,” he snarls, voice breaking with how close he already is. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll be leaking me for a week. You want that? Want me to fuck a baby into you right now?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, Jake—”

He shifts, hooks your knees over his elbows and folds you nearly in half, pounding so deep you see stars. His hand slides between you, thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles.

“Come on my cock while I breed you,” he demands, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your tits. “Milk me, sweetheart. Take every fucking drop.”

You shatter, screaming his name, walls clamping down so hard he groans like he’s dying. He slams in once, twice, then buries himself to the root and comes with a broken sound, cock pulsing hot and thick inside you. You feel it, every spurt flooding you, painting your walls, filling you up exactly like he promised.

He doesn’t pull out. Just stays buried deep, chest heaving, lips brushing your ear.

“Stay just like this,” he whispers, voice raw. “Don’t move. Wanna keep every drop inside you.”

You nod, breathless, clinging to him. He rolls you gently so you’re on your sides, still locked together, his cock plugging you full. One big hand splays over your lower belly, possessive and reverent.

“Right here,” he murmurs, pressing down lightly, feeling where he’s still twitching inside you. “This is where she’s gonna grow. Our Luna.”

You turn your head, kiss him slow and deep, tasting salt and sex and forever.

Minutes pass, hours maybe. He gets hard again without ever leaving you, and the second time is slower, filthier, whispered dirty promises against your mouth while he grinds deep, making sure nothing leaks out.

By the time you finally fall asleep, he’s still inside you, arms locked around your waist, palm resting over the place that might already be holding the beginning of everything you both want.

Outside, the moon hangs low and full, silver light spilling across the bed like it’s keeping watch.

Like it already knows.

#YES GAWD #lord i’m ovulating #i don’t even read that much baby gate stuff but this?? GIVE ME IT NOW #sim jaeyun you will always be my favorite #enhypen jake #ria’s reblogs🫧

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jealous, baby? - sim jaeyun (jake)

in which jake swears he’s not a jealous boyfriend yet still fights like he is when someone approaches his girl.

boxer!jake x gf!reader

this fic follows another boxer!jake fic i wrote a while ago! i lowkey love this concept and have so many ideas i cant wait to write them 🤭

the late afternoon light cut through the high warehouse-style windows of the boxing gym, turning the air golden. dust floated in the beams like glitter shaken from the sun. every corner buzzed with that raw, gritty energy only boxing gyms had - the kind built from discipline, adrenaline and people trying too hard to impress eachother.

leather gloves smacked against pads. jump ropes snapped against the floor. water bottles clattered as someone kicked one over. a group of beginners stumbled through footwork drills, pretending they weren’t dying.

everything smelled like sweat, disinfectant, rubber mats and that faint metallic scent that always hung around the ring.

jake stood right in the middle of it all - breathing steady, gloves up, body sharp and precise despite the exhaustion tugging at his muscles. he was practicing with coach min, the same way they always did when coach wasn’t busy with new trainees or phone calls about upcoming matches.

coach min held the pads in his hands, his usual unimpressed look sitting firm on his face, “straight. hook. roll. again.”

jake reset his stance, took a quick breath in, ready to fire another punch with more intensity. but then coach min said it - casual. offhanded. like it wasn’t the single, most fastest way to fry jake’s brain mid-combination.

“your girl’s here.”

jake froze mid-jab. his glove hovered just under his cheek, breath caught in his throat.

he didn’t turn - he didn’t need to. his pulse kicked instantly, thumping warm and eager under his skin. a smile threatened to break his focus, tugging at the corner of his lips despite his best effort to stay disciplined.

he loved when she came by to pick him up. loved that she always stood just inside the entrance, as if too shy to walk further into the gym. loved that soft, tired smile she’d give him after her own long day - like seeing him was the one thing that settled her whole world.

“cool down.” coach min ordered, “two more minutes. don’t get sloppy now.”

jake swallowed, nodded, “yes, sir.”

he pushed through another set, body moving on autopilot - jab, cross, hook, slip - even though all he wanted was to turn around and look at her properly. but just then, halfway through his last. combination, a laugh cut through the gym noise.

it wasn’t her. no, this one was too loud, too deep.

some guy.

jake’s eyes quickly flicked toward the entrance, barely a fraction of a second, and suddenly his stomach dropped. y/n was still standing where she always did, but this time she wasn’t alone.

one of the new trainees - the tall one who had an objectively stupid haircut jake already hated - was leaning way too close to her. he seemed to be laughing at his own joke, talking with his whole chest like he was performing a comedy routine no one asked for.

y/n gave a polite smile in return, small and tight, and jake recognised it instantly. it was her i-want-to-leave-but-i’m-too-nice smile.

jake’s jaw clenched. hard. tight. his punch slammed into the pad harder than he should’ve and coach min instantly grunted at the sudden impact.

“yah. control your strength.”

jake didn’t say anything, he physically couldn’t with how much he was seething through his breath. he forced himself through the last minute even though every instinct screamed to get out of the ring and peel that trainee off her like some annoying sticker.

across the room, y/n’s eyes were entirely focused on her boy.

the way his muscles flexed in his sleeveless top, the way his jaw clenched with each jab and deep breath, the way he pushed through even after knowing she’d finally come to get him - watching him like that always did things to her she didn’t want to admit.

and she swore she could see the smile tug at his lips from afar, warming her chest even further. she was just stood there, still in her work clothes and heels, with that pretty, fond smile playing on her lips, completely minding her own business when she heard someone speak up beside her.

“hey.. uh, you’re jake’s friend, right?”

y/n turned her head to see a boy - probably a year or two younger than her - tall, bad haircut, overconfident smile. she recognised him instantly - he was new, loud, tried too hard. the type who probably thought the gym was a social club instead of a place where people actually worked.

“yeah.” she answered, politely, “i’m y/n.”

he grinned like she’d just given him permission to keep going.

“you come here a lot?” he asked and stepped forward until she could smell the intensely artificial body spray he’d drowned himself in.

she instinctively shifted back, just an inch, but he followed the movement like he didn’t notice - or perhaps chose not to.

“i’ve seen you around a few times.” he went on, running a hand through his hair like he was posing for a mirror. and then he laughed - loud, awkward and forced - “oh, don’t worry. not in a creepy way.”

yeah. sure.

y/n’s polite smile tightened just a bit and she let out a chuckle but it ended up just sounding like a breath, “right..”

“jake didn’t tell us he had someone.” the trainee tilted his head and y/n watched the way his eyes dragged down her figure in a way that made her stomach twist with instant discomfort. like he was sizing her up, trying to memorise her.

“he usually keeps to himself. guess i know why now.”

she wanted this conversation to end. preferably before jake finished training and saw this guy inhaling her personal space like it was oxygen.

“well, jake’s almost done. so-”

“oh, cool, cool.” he cut in. he shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged a shoulder like she was discussing weekend plans instead of trying to walk away. y/n tried to drag her eyes away but he only moved his face in her direction, as if forcing her to look at him.

he leaned in again, too casual, “does he train you too?”

she blinked, “train me?”

“yeah.” he said, eyes flickering over her again - this time more scrutinising than flirty - “you look like you could use a few lessons. strength, stamina… maybe posture too.”

her jaw tightened. a slow burn of irritation crawled up her spine.

because not only was he pestering her - he was doing it two feet from her boyfriend’s ring. in the same gym he’d practically grew up in, the same gym he’d made famous.

and while jake was literally watching from across the room.

still, the trainee wasn’t finished.

“i’m just saying, if you ever want tips, i’m around after evening sessions. i could show you a few things… one-on-one.”

y/n’s stomach twisted. she wasn’t helpless, and she damn well didn’t need some rookie talking to her like she was.

the second coach min dismissed jake, he was ripping off his gloves, dropping them on the mat as if relieved of the timing. he hopped down from the ring - still sweaty, chest heaving, hair damp and messy.

he didn’t bother with a towel. didn’t bother catching his breath. he just walked straight to her.

the trainee’s teasing grin faltered the second y/n’s eyes flicked past him and jake approached the scene - not that jake was looking at him, anyway. he didn’t spare him a single glance.

“hey.” he said softly, voice lower than usual. his arm slid naturally, possessively, around her waist.

y/n immediately leaned into him like she’d been waiting all day for his touch, “hi, baby.”

something in jake’s shoulders loosened. his chest warmed painfully, protectively, as he took in her familiar, sweet perfume. she looked relieved yet happy at the same time as she played a grin and that same glint in her eyes that always sparkled when she looked at him.

infront of them, the trainee mumbled something that died on his tongue. he bit the inside of his cheek and forced himself to keep his expression neutral even though he was irritated.

jake didn’t care.

he dipped his head closer to her and let his hand slide lower on her back - slowly, intentionally and very obviously for an audience.

“you ready to go?” he asked, eyes locked on hers.

y/n lifted her brows in amusement at his touch, hand splayed dangerously low on her waist. she could instantly feel it.

his new clinginess. his claim.

“yeah.” she smiled up at him nonetheless and jake intertwined his fingers with hers. he grabbed his bag from the side before guiding her towards the exit, not looking back once.

he didn’t have to.

he could feel the trainee’s glare burning between his shoulder blades - and it only made the corner of his mouth lift in a quiet, satisfied smirk.

as soon as they got into her car, jake didn’t wait for the engine to start. the second his seatbelt clicked, he reached across the console, found her hand, and linked their fingers together so tightly it was like he feared she’d disappear if he let go for even a second.

y/n blinked at their hands, amused, “well… hello to you too.”

jake didn’t react. his jaw was locked, shoulders tight, eyes fixed stubbornly over the passenger window.

“you okay?” she asked softly, smiling even though she already knew the answer.

“i’m fine.” he replied quickly, almost too quickly. his tone was low and clipped, trying to hide the embarrassment curling under the surface of his sweaty skin.

y/n only hummed, “yeah, definitely sounds like you’re fine.”

he didn’t take the bait.

instead, without looking at his girlfriend, jake lifted their joint hands and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the back of hers. it wasn’t casual. it wasn’t distracted. it was the kind of kiss that said he’d been thinking about touching her since the moment he saw that boy standing too close.

then, he lowered their hands into his lap and kept them there - like it was non-negotiable.

y/n laughed under her breath and started the car with her free hand, nonetheless. she tried to pull her hand away to shift the gear into reverse, but jake tugged it right back. she tried to shift her seat, and he tugged again.

finally, she chuckled through her breath and turned to her boyfriend a little bewildered, “jake, i need that hand to drive.”

“still using it.” he mumbled, tightening his grip and sliding his thumb rhythmically against her knuckles, “drive with one.”

“baby.” she grinned, “you’re being clingy.”

“i’m allowed.” he muttered and his eyes lifted from her knuckles to stare straight ahead - stubborn expression, ears slightly pink, like a sulky puppy who refused to admit he was pouting.

the more she glanced at him, the cuter he became. he wasn’t angry, just… bothered. quiet. protective. a little insecure in a way that made her chest soften - he was this big, strong man out in the ring but with her, he practically melted into a puddle.

“did something happen?” she asked with a gentle tone that dipped into something a little more serious. with how quiet he was, she thought maybe he was bothered by more than that small interaction in the gym.

“nothing happened.” he spoke immediately - too fast again.

his fingers squeezed hers. his knee bounced heavily. his gaze stayed glued to the road in front of them, razor sharp as if he was the one driving.

y/n raised a brow, “you sure?”

he swallowed once, then lifted her hand again to brush his lips over her knuckles - slower this time, more tender.

“just wanna be close to you.” he murmured.

her heart melted on the spot. jake always got like this - after fights, after long training sessions, and especially after something, or someone, irritated him.

but y/n didn’t push him further, or tease him.

she just squeezed his hand back, let her thumb stroke over the back of his much rougher knuckles in a delicate caress.

“okay, stay as close as you want.” she whispered.

jake exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire drive.

he didn’t let go of her hand. not even once. not when she was parking, not when she turned off the engine and not even when she tried, and failed, to reach for her bag in the backseat. he stubbornly held onto her like she was something he’d won and absolutely had no intention of losing.

the next day, jake returned to the gym with every intention of being mature. he really did.

he told himself on the walk over that yesterday didn’t matter. he told himself she’s all his, she chose him, and that he had no reason to waste energy on some rookie with a bad haircut and no understanding of boundaries.

he was practically repeating it to himself like a mantra.

be mature. be calm. you’re above this.

that lasted about four minutes.

he’d just tossed his bag to the side of the changing room after searching around for his wraps, and was now making his way to the main area of the gym when voices drifted down the hallways. loud ones. laughing ones.

familiar ones.

jake slowed on instinct, suddenly intrigued, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up slightly.

“bro, she is so pretty.” that same deep voice of the trainee from yesterday bragged, letting out a chuckle with his two other friends, “i’m telling you, i didn’t even care that she wasn’t into it. i could still try-”

jake fully froze in his spot, his hand paused against the wrap on his palm. his blood didn’t burn, his pulse didn’t spike. no, everything just went completely still, eerily silent inside him.

one of the other trainees groaned, “doyeon-ah, stop. you said enough yesterday.”

but the kid kept going, louder, bolder, more disgusting.

“i’m serious! if she wasn’t so loyal to him, i swear i’d try again.. i mean-” he snickered like some psycho planning something, “did you see the way she looked? those legs? bro, she’s-”

“doyeon.” the second hissed, glancing around nervously. none of them had seen jake standing just further down the hallway, “shut up. that’s his girlfriend, and he’s our senior. we shouldn’t be disrespectful.”

“so what? not my fault jake pulled someone way above his league.” he laughed again, “anyway, even if she acted all shy, i bet she-”

that’s when one of the other trainees noticed jake stood down the hallway, silently fixing his wraps while quite clearly listening into their conversation. the kid’s heart dropped, eyes widening in shock and he instantly smacked doyeon against his sleeve.

“doyeon-ah, shut the fuck up.” he hissed but jake was already moving off.

he was walking into the main area when all the trainees went pale, straightening up instantly mid-breath as if they’d been caught stealing - actually, this was probably worse than being caught stealing.

jake didn’t say a word. he didn’t need to.

his expression was blank, calm, almost bored as he looked ahead, fixing his wraps and rolling his shoulders back. his stare was razor sharp, and his jaw clenched like he was calculating just how much force it would take to drop each one of those kids right now.

he looked more serious than he did before he went into the ring - and that was not a good sign.

all three of them stared at him like he had two heads. the silence thickened and seemed to tense even more when coach min walked out of his office. he gave them all a stern nod in greeting and then his eyes landed on his star fighter, a slow smile curling his lips.

“jake! good timing.” he said cheerfully, completely oblivious to the bloodbath brewing in the air. he clapped his hands once, loud enough to make the trainees jump, “i want one of the newbies to get some sparring experience with you today.”

jake nodded, “who?”

coach min looked around the group of boys and raised a brow, as if thinking which one needed the most improvement.

“you.” he pointed, “kim doyeon. get your wraps.”

kim doyeon.

jake’s lips curved ever so slightly. it wasn’t big or noticeable to coach min, but it was a smile - a calm, terrifying one that never reached his eyes.

“perfect.” jake said to his coach, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous.

doyeon’s face practically drained of colour. his friends winced at the situation and he swallowed hard, scrambling to grab his wraps as if being shaken out of a nightmare. except this might’ve been the nightmare - he was about to go against jake. the best fighter in their gym, the most known boxer out there right now for how good and sharp he was.

jake, who’s girlfriend he was just bad-mouthing and laughing about.

his hands shook as he grabbed his wraps and his friend had to practically help him whilst jake jumped up into the ring to warm up quickly. he joined him soon enough and jake patted him on the shoulder, friendly, almost gentle, but with a grip that made doyeon flinch.

“this’ll be good practice.” he murmured with a polite tone, “for both of us.”

doyeon didn’t respond. he couldn’t. he was too busy trying not to pass out.

the second the bell rang, doyeon charged, fists high, chin up, overconfident in the way only rookies could be - all speed, no precision, all ego, no discipline.

jake didn’t budge.

he slipped to the side as if he’d been waiting for this attack since yesterday.

“too slow.” he murmured, tilting his head.

doyeon skidded on the canvas before whipping around with an irritated grunt. he raised his fists and instantly went to throw another punch, sloppy and rushed, more emotion than technique.

jake pivoted away with a single step, barely shifting his weight, “still too slow.”

a few trainees snorted under their breath. they tried to hide it, but the sound carried and echoed in doyeon’s ears, flushing his neck red. it was humiliating how much he was getting thrown about - but what did he expect? this was jake he pissed off.

he tightened his fists and launched a full combination - jab, cross, hook - the kind young fighters practiced in mirrors thinking it made them look intimidating. jake saw every motion before it even formed - of couse he knew, he’d fought actual fighters with worse form than this kid right now.

without effort, jake landed a small jab to doyeon’s ribs. it was light enough not to bruise but sharp enough to humiliate.

doyeon stumbled and caught his breath, “stop running and fight-”

“then hit me.”

that only made doyeon angrier. he swung again recklessly, as if just punching for the sake of it, and it was hard enough that it could’ve actually knocked someone out if it landed.

but jake didn’t even need to step back. he leaned just far enough for the glove to whisper past his cheek. the crowd murmured, impressed, and jake’s lips curved into a small smirk.

doyeon saw it. it made him snap.

shots became wild. footwork completely disappeared. he wasn’t boxing anymore, he was just chasing jake’s shadow.

from outside the ring, someone muttered to another, “you can’t just let him play you like that-”

doyeon, stood right infront of them, snapped his head with irritation and humiliation chasing up his neck, “shut up!”

that’s when jake called the distance and muttered with a voice low enough only he could hear, “you should listen to them.”

doyeon threw the last punch he had in him - a desperate, ugly right hook that only made coach min shake his head in disappointment. something in jake’s expression shifted - he became more sharper suddenly, shoulders squared and the air in the gym shifted like everyone expected something was about to break.

jake didn’t dodge. he stepped forward and connected his fist with doyeon’s jaw in perfect form, full rotation, literally a textbook execution. it was hard, precise. the sound cracked through the gym and everyone watched as doyeon’s body flew back.

he was caught by the ropes, his head whiplashed, mouthguard half-slipping out, feet scrambling for balance. the gym went dead silent.

someone whispered, “holy shit-” barely audible over the ringing tension. the kid stared up at the dull ceiling lights with ringing ears, unfocused eyes and a brain that suddenly forgot exactly where he was.

jake approached him slow and terrifyingly calm, “that was for talking about her.”

doyeon, his heart in his mouth and jaw aching, swallowed hard as the fear and shame finally took over his arrogance. this was the jake everyone feared out in the ring, the quiet boxer who barely snapped but when he did, it was brutal.

jake leaned down without blinking, his gaze sharp enough to cut, “and next time you even think about her again,” he tapped his glove against the boy’s cheek mockingly, “you’ll get worse.”

the warning hit harder than the punch.

coach min blew the whistle so loud half the gym flinched, “okay, enough. jake, out! now.”

jake didn’t argue, didn’t even look at doyeon again. he simply stepped out of the ring, going straight towards his bag for his towel and water bottle with smooth confidence as if he hadn’t just scared an entire room into silence. as if this was light work for him, something casual.

the jealousy that had been boiling under his ribs since yesterday, seeped out of him at last, leaving him much lighter, clearer, almost relieved.

+ BONUS

jake swore to himself he wouldn’t do it again - he wouldn’t let jealousy fuel him, he wouldn’t let it take over especially during a fight. but he couldn’t help the way it angrily seeped in when he heard a laugh. her laugh.

her loud, confident, pretty laugh.

the sponsor’s son, the same guy who’d been hovering around y/n all night, even as she kissed jake outside the ring before his match like usual, even as she exchanged small words with coach min while jake was warming up, even as she asked some staff for a bottle of water.

he was there… hovering, smiling, laughing just to impress her.

either way, it hit jake’s ears like a slap.

his first round started evenly - almost too evenly for jake’s taste. he’d kept his guard high, his footwork proper, his rhythm and the way his weight shifted before every punch. jake wasn’t aggressive yet; he was studying his opponent, calculating.

the crowd was murmuring with each exchange, filtering in with the continuous narration of the commentators. the air was thick, heavy with anticipation and jake had only looked toward ringside for barely a second.

only a second when he heard her laugh.

but that split second cost him.

it was all it took for his opponent to land a clean jab against his cheek.

his head turned sharply with a grunt and the crowd gasped in unison. y/n’s eyes widened as she snapped her head from the gradually irritating man next to her. her heart dropped with the gasps of the audience and she instantly stood up.

coach min slammed the ropes, “eyes on the fight, jake!”

jake blinked once. twice. slowly. he snapped back to the opponent without another thought and instantly everything inside him shifted. his whole demeanour changed. annoyance, jealousy, possessiveness - it all shot straight through his chest like he’d been plugged into an electric outlet.

he let out a long, deep exhale and suddenly he wasn’t just fighting. he was proving a point.

with his coach’s groans in the background and the shouts of the commentators, jake moved forward and his punches snapped through the air with terrifying accuracy. his dodges weren’t just evasions but statements - every hit made the ropes tremble, every counter made the crowd cheer louder.

by the middle of round two, his opponents breaths were ragged, hands dropping an inch lower with every failed attempt to touch jake again.

but he didn’t let him recover.

he slammed a brutal body shot right under the ribs - the kind that stole air and dignity. the crowd instantly exploded and then came the combination with smooth, practiced ease that made the crowd scream even louder.

right hook, left jab, cross.

the other fighter staggered back with wobbly legs. coach min’s voice cut through the noise, “finish it!”

jake didnt hesitate. he stepped in and delivered a clean, merciless uppercut, the perfect hit that made the guy drop to the canvas like a felled tree.

the ref didn’t even bother counting. it was clear jake had won as the arena erupted with gleeful cheers and waves and the match concluded itself. jake didn’t hear any of it as he waved back at everyone with heaving breaths and weak shoulders.

he instantly climbed out of the ring, pulling his mouthguard out, sweat sliding down his jaw and his hair clinging to his skin. his chest rose and fell quickly and his heart was banging in his ears but it wasn’t exhaustion tightening his breath - it was jealousy.

hot. sharp. still humming beneath his skin like a live wire.

and that - more than the win - was what pushed him down the steps and toward the hallway where he knew he’d see his girlfriend soon enough.

y/n caught him the moment he stepped out of the locker room with flushed cheeks and hair damp from the shower he rushed through. jake was rolling his shoulders out, still buzzing with leftover adrenaline and still littered with slow, growing bruises on his jaw and abdomen.

she didn’t even wait for him to notice her. she practically threw herself into his space, hands going straight to his shoulders with hurried excitement.

“there you are.” she breathed, eyes shining with pride and jake felt himself soften, “babe, you were amazing!”

before he could respond, she lifted her sleeve and gently wiped a few drops of water from his jawline, fingers trailing a second longer than necessary. it was a quick, mindless action but it had jake freezing in his spot, his hand on her waist stilling.

she was soft. warm. too close.

he hadn’t even cooled down from the fight and she was starting an entirely new one inside him.

jake caught her wrist lightly before she could pull away, “who was that guy?”

his voice was low, slightly rough, still carrying the edge he fought with. his dark eyes bore down into hers as he leaned down ever so slightly. his breath mingled with hers and despite it all, y/n only blinked up at him.

“what guy?”

“the one sitting next to you.” his jaw tensed, “the one laughing at everything you said.”

“oh.” she realised slowly. she let out a soft, airy laugh that fell straight into jake’s heart, “him? he was just being polite. i don’t even know his name, i barely talked.”

but jake wasn’t buying it. he leaned in closer, just enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. close enough that she could feel his breath skim her cheek.

“he kept leaning toward you.”

his voice wasn’t raised, or angry, or mean. just possessive in a way that hit straight through her ribs.

y/n’s lips twitched in amusement. she knew what was happening, of course she did when he was making it so obvious. just to rile him up further, she slowly, deliberately let her hands glide from his shoulders to his hard chest. she trailed her fingers over the fabric of his dark hoodie, brushing the hem before drifting back up and letting her touch linger.

just enough to make him melt.

“jake.” she murmured, warm and teasing, “were you jealous, baby?”

he didn’t even try to hide his reaction - it was instant. the flush of his cheeks, the flicker of his eyes.

“no.”

y/n raised her brows. his jaw clenched and he looked away, almost shyly, “…okay, yes.”

her smile spread, slow and irresistible, like she was savoring the moment her sweet, quiet boyfriend finally cracked. like she was seeing an entirely different side to his usual touch exterior.

she stepped fully into him, chest pressed against his and slid both hands up to loop behind his neck.

“you fought better because of it.” she brushed her thumbs against his skin lightly.

he made a small, low sound - somewhere between a scoff and a groan - and looked off to the side, almost embarrassed.

“didn’t like him looking at you like that.”

y/n tugged gently on the chain around his neck and innocently pulled him closer until their noses nearly touched. the tension sparked between them, sharp and warm as she let her breath linger between them.

“well, i only look at you.”

jake cursed under his breath - a soft, low sound with her name tangled somewhere inside it. his hands slid to her waist with a certain firmness it made her heart race when he dragged her flush against him like the idea of even a millimetre of space was unbearable.

she laughed against his lips, “baby, you’re so easy to tease.”

jake rested his forehead against hers, breath ghosting over her mouth, “keep teasing. see what happens.”

a shiver rippled down her spine, one she couldn’t even hide.

and she didn’t.

y/n rose slowly onto her toes, fingertips delicately brushing the back of his neck as she leaned in. her lips ghosted along the sharp line of his tense jaw, against his warm, gentle bruises and she planted a kiss that wasn’t meant to be sweet at all.

it was deliberate. purposeful. a bit dangerous since they were stood in an empty hallway that anyone could walk into any second.

but she didn’t care. she savoured the way his breath hitched and her chest tightened and she only continued - her lips pressed another kiss right beneath his ear, the spot she knew he could never stay calm through. his inhale came sharp and uneven and his rough hands clamped down on her waist automatically, like a reflex he couldn’t control.

jake didn’t bother pretending he wasn’t affected. didn’t bother hiding the way his fingers dug in. didn’t bother keeping a moan out of his voice when he whispered her name.

and then he kissed her. not hesitantly or carefully.

he kissed her like he’d been holding everything in - the jealousy, the adrenaline, the way she always knew exactly how to undo him - all packed into one moment.

it was deep and hungry and the kind of kiss that made her back arch slightly and the hallways feel too small to hold them. his hands slid up her back, all warm and strong, dragging her closer until she could feel every breath he took, every beat of his heart against her chest. he held her like he’d been waiting all night, all week, maybe forever, just for her to touch him like that.

the jealousy that had sparked everything melted away and was replaced by something hotter. something steadier. something that wrapped around her like heat and gravity.

devotion. want.

and something that felt dangerously close to worship.

she was his - not because he said it, but because of the way he touched her and breathed her in like she grounded him.

and jake? he was absolutely, undeniably hers. every heartbeat, every sharp inhale, every look that said she was the only one he ever saw.

#jealousy in a man?? NEED THAT #sick to my stomach i love healthy possessiveness and proving a point #boxer jake im on my knees #jake enhypen #ria’s reblogs🫧

oh also i went to WTL in LA.

3rd time seeing enha, BY FAR THE BEST CONCERT SO FAR FOR ME. my section was SOOO good such good energy and i gave freebies and it made me so happy ugh I HAD A TIMEEEE

anyway sorry for being MIA i promise im writing slowly but surely yall ill post an update soon for love maze and ive been feral over jake so expect a one shot

#i have professor jake #spider-man jake #and soulmate jake aus #SOMEBODY SEDATE ME #ria talks!

jongst4r

unsent (s. jake)

pairing: bff!jake x fem!reader || wc: 3.9k || cw: smut! sexting, mutual masturbation, tons of dirty talk, body worshipping, use of petnames, swearing || warnings: +18 content! mdni || a/n: i love this concept and of course bestie jake was gonna be my victim 😮‍💨

you stare at your phone in horror as the little “delivered” appears under the image. you’d meant to send it to jaehyun — your new hookup, the guy you barely know but who’s been begging for a taste of you all week.

instead, you sent it to jaeyun. jake. jake, your best friend since middle school, the guy who thinks of you as his little sister, the guy who’s been with you through every birthday, breakup, and milestone in your life.

you use both thumbs to hammer out a message:

you: omg omg omg sorry sorry sorry delete that i meant to send it to someone else please ignore

no response. your stomach twists. you consider calling him, but you’re too mortified to speak.

ten seconds later, your phone buzzes.

jake: delete what?

you almost hurl.

you: ?????

you: you didn’t delete it?

jake: i mean, it’s still here. it’s… impressive

your cheeks flame. you reach to wipe at your sweaty palms.

you: please tell me you didn’t open it

jake: nope

jake: i peeked, just a quick thumbnail

you swallow.

you: jake.

jake: hey, don’t choke on your pride

you consider blocking him. but you shouldn’t have sent that picture in the first place. and his reaction — it wasn’t angry. it was… curious. hungry, even.

you swallow and type slowly:

you: i’m so sorry

then you stare. why are you apologizing? more than that: your body is buzzing with a weird heat. you scold yourself. but the heat only grows.

jake: so you look like that without clothes on?

you freeze.

you: sim jaeyun shut the fuck up

jake: cmon!!! you were ready to send it to someone

jake: don’t act so shy with me baby

you shift on the couch, thighs pressing together inevitably at the petname.

you: i can’t believe you

jake: can’t believe i what? i saw what you sent

jake: i’m not judging

you stare at the phone.

you: well, i feel judged

jake: good. payback for thinking i’d delete it

your pulse spikes. you tap another message, heart pounding:

you: you’re an asshole

jake: yeah? what am i going to do about it?

you type instantly.

you: nothing

you: because you’re my best friend

you: you’d never

you: yeah.

jake: i’d never what?

you pause.

you: nothing.

jake: c’mon, hand it over

your breath catches.

you: hand what over?

jake: your body

you gape at the screen, heat rushing through you.

you: jake.

jake: have you seen that picture?

jake: how do you want me to act nonchalant when you look like that?

you glance at the picture again. it’s a mirror shot: you kneeling on your bed, one hand tugging at your hip, the other holding your phone. your breasts are full and heavy, shadows accentuating the curve of your nipples, lips slightly parted.

you wanted to send it to jaehyun because you were proud of your body — the way your skin glistened in the lamplight.

and now jake is tapping into that pride, pushing you further.

your fingers tremble as you reply:

you: i didn’t mean to send it to you.

jake: but you did

you: yeah i did

you: but it wasn’t meant to you

you: don’t tease me.

jake: i wouldn’t tease you if you weren’t so hot

your pulse races. you breathe slowly before typing.

you: jake, this is… messed up

jake: maybe

jake: but it’s also the most fun i’ve had all week

you battle between mortification and a primal stirring in your core.

you: i probably shouldn’t even reply

jake: but here you are

you swallow.

jake: and you’re doing it because you want to

jake: admit it

you gulp, he’s right. and deep down you know it, too.

your fingers hover. you type:

you: i don’t want you to laugh

jake: i’m not laughing

jake: i even guarantee a serious look on your face if you let me

you tremble.

you: serious look?

jake: yeah

jake: like i want to fuck you

you reread the message about five times. what the actual fuck has jake just said?

and why are you feeling so hot?

your heart pounds so hard you’re afraid jake can hear it through the screen.

you: jake.

jake: wait

then he sends an image: a close-up of his cock through his boxers — thick, tenting the fabric, the tip pressing against the cotton like he can’t hold himself.

you stare, mouth dry as you feel your panties getting wetter.

jake: told you i wasn’t laughing

your thighs press together instinctively, trying to soothe the ache building between your legs. you don't even realize you're holding your breath until you let it out in a shaky exhale.

you: jake what the fuck

jake: your turn

you bite your lip and something twists inside you. you never thought of jake in that way. but here you are, imagining him under you, the heat of his mouth exploring your folds, tongue dragging through your slick until your breath hitches. you picture his lips pressing against your thigh, those strong fingers spreading you open while he teases your clit.

suddenly, you’re aware of how wet you are, how desperate. how utterly turned on by the thought of your best friend worshiping your body. a thrill of guilt and excitement courses through you, making your hips shift on the mattress, panties growing impossibly damp.

you swallow hard, tugging your shirt up. you’re quick to snap a new picture: a close-up of your cleavage, your lips parted, fingers barely brushing your breast.

you send it.

then you hide the phone under the pillow, heart in your throat.

jake replies almost immediately:

jake: holy shit

you go hot and cold.

you: delete that

jake: nope

jake: you’re so fucking perfect

jake: i can’t stop staring. fuck.

a rush of warmth spreads through your chest. you clutch the pillow tighter, breath coming out in small gasps, thighs unconsciously squeezing together as your body reacts to his words.

the phone vibrates again.

he sends another picture: a selfie, his face a portrait of lust — cheeks flushed, lips parted, pupils so blown they almost eclipse the color of his eyes. his tongue peeks out at the corner of his mouth, glistening with spit. there’s a drop of drool caught at the edge of his chin, and you don’t know why, but it makes your stomach twist, heat surging straight to your core.

jake: keep them coming

your breath stutters. you close your eyes, trying to pull yourself back to reality, but it’s no use. your body’s already gone there.

you: we can’t

jake: tell me why

you don’t answer right away. your fingers hover over the screen, your head swimming.

jake: because we’re friends? too late

you sigh, letting your head fall back against the headboard. it’s all too much — the want, the guilt, the anticipation curling low in your belly. this wasn’t supposed to happen. not with him. not like this.

you: i’ve never done anything like this with a friend

jake: me neither. but hell, you’ve never looked like this before

his words hit like lightning — sharp, crackling, impossible to ignore. your pulse hammers against your ribs as you stare at the screen.

the air in the room feels heavier, as if the line between the two of you has already snapped. you don’t even know if you want to fix it.

you: you’re going to regret this

jake: maybe

jake: but not tonight

you can almost hear his voice. you curl your fingers into the sheets and let out a breath.

you: so what happens now?

the typing bubble appears.

then disappears.

then comes back.

he sends a voice note. you tap play.

his voice is low, husky, rough around the edges like he’s barely holding it together: "i want to taste you. i want to watch you come on my fingers."

you shiver. it’s not just the words — it’s the way he says them, like a promise. like a threat. like he’s starving.

you: don’t say stuff like that

you: please

jake: why? turn you on?

you bite your lip, trying to fight the heat rising up your neck.

you: you’re disgusting

jake: i’m the kind of disgusting you like

and fuck, he’s right. because your body reacts before your brain can argue. your thighs press together tightly, searching for friction. wetness seeps through your panties, hot and insistent, and you can feel your pulse between your legs — needy, aching.

you: stop making me so wet

jake: not going to happen

there’s a long pause. ten seconds. twenty. enough time for you to start overthinking, to wonder if you’ve crossed a line, if he’s done this before, if he regrets pushing this far.

you almost put your phone down.

then:

jake: show me how wet

you take your panties off with ease, spreading your legs slightly as you lay against your pillow.

your breath catches. your hand trembles as it trails lower. your fingers slide through the slick mess he’s made of you — and the moment you touch yourself, it’s game over.

you point the camera between your legs, slick coating your fingers. you record a short video, your thumb tapping teasing circles over your clit, your hips lifting slightly to chase the touch.

you stop the recording at just under ten seconds and hit send without thinking, fingers shaking.

the response is instant.

jake: fuck baby

jake: you’re so fucking gorgeous

jake: c’mon, i gotta eat this

your breath catches in your throat. your whole body goes still, like your system is trying to process the rush of arousal and nerves at once.

you: stop.

you don’t even know if you mean it. maybe part of you does. maybe part of you is scared of what this means, of how far it’s gone, of how badly you want it to go further.

jake: can’t

jake: i’m going to eat all of you

you squeeze your thighs together as heat blooms low in your stomach. his words echo in your mind, raw and hungry and full of intent. you picture him — between your legs, his mouth on you, those same words whispered against your skin.

your body pulses at the thought.

you: you’re driving me insane

jake: good, you’re too

jake: be a good girl and spread those legs for me?

you hesitate, nerves prickling under your skin, chest rising and falling like you’ve just run a mile. the room feels too warm, your body heavy with anticipation. but your hand moves on its own — camera flipped, thighs spread wide, your fingers slipping back between your folds. you start recording again.

this time, it’s slower. more deliberate. your fingers glide through your slick, glistening in the light, and you can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you. your clit is already swollen, aching, begging for more. you dip your fingers inside, just a little, teasing yourself for the camera, for him. you can’t see his face, but you feel his gaze, hot and greedy even through the screen.

you send the video.

not even ten seconds later, your phone buzzes.

a video. from him.

you press play.

jake’s face fills the screen — flushed, lips parted, eyes locked onto the camera like he’s looking through it, through you. his mouth is slack with pleasure, cheeks tinged with pink, jaw tense. he turns the camera down, and you see it — his cock in his fist, thick and dripping, his hand moving in slow, lazy strokes, like he’s savoring it.

the tip is shiny with pre-cum, leaking more with every pass of his palm.

then you hear it.

his moans. low, rough, desperate — your name tangled somewhere in the back of his throat, like he’s trying to hold it in and failing.

you feel dizzy.

your legs tremble, breath shallow. your hand’s already sliding back down, helpless against the wave of heat that crashes through you. it’s too much and not enough all at once.

you: i want your mouth on me

you: fuck i want it so bad

almost instantly, your phone buzzes with a new video from jake. you tap play, heart racing faster than ever.

the screen lights up with him — shirt off, chest flushed, hair messy like he’s been running his hands through it in frustration. his eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with need, pupils blown wide as if he’s on the edge of losing control. his voice comes low and rough, dripping with lust.

“you have no idea how badly i want you right now,” he breathes, swallowing hard, voice breaking slightly. “i want to taste every inch of you, feel you shiver under my tongue… god, i want to hear you beg.”

he shifts the camera down, his hand sliding slow and deliberate over his cock, slick with precum, fingers teasing the tip. his breathing gets ragged, a deep moan ripping from his chest as he strokes himself with more urgency.

“fuck, you make me so crazy. i’m dying to be inside you, to make you scream my name while i fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.” he licks his lips, eyes never leaving the camera. “tell me you want me. tell me how bad you need it. tell me you’re already dripping for me.”

the video ends, but you can still feel his heat burning through the screen. your breath hitches, fingers trembling as your body aches with want, craving every filthy promise he’s making without even touching you.

you bite your lip, heart pounding as you type back, fingers shaking:

you: i’m dripping for you

you: i want you so bad it hurts

you flip the camera on yourself and start recording.

the video is slow and deliberate — your fingers sliding over your slick folds, tracing lazy circles around your swollen clit. your breath catches, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with need. you bite your bottom lip, whispering against the mic, “i’m so wet for you, jake. i want you to make me scream.”

you stop the recording and send it, heart pounding like a drum. but you’re not done.

seconds later, you flip the camera back on and record again, this time capturing your fingers slipping inside you, slow and teasing, curling just right to hit the spot that makes your body shiver uncontrollably. your hips lift off the bed, chasing the pleasure you’re building. your voice is breathy, almost a moan, “i’m dripping for you, god, i need you so bad.”

send.

you glance at your phone, already buzzing.

jake: fuck, you’re driving me crazy

jake: keep going. i wanna see you lose control

you bite your lip harder, heat spreading through your chest as you hit record once more. this time your voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with desperation, “please, jake… i want you so fucking bad. make me yours.” your fingers move faster, slick and wet, your body arching toward the camera like you’re reaching for him.

you send it, fingers shaking. the screen lights up again.

jake: you’re perfect

jake: fuck, i need to taste you

then another video from him appears.

jake’s face fills the frame again, flushed and heavy-lidded, his breath ragged as he strokes himself with slow, hungry movements. the camera dips down to his hand, slick and glistening, sliding over the swollen head of his cock. his moans are deep and desperate, trembling with need.

“god, i’m dying to be inside you,” he murmurs, voice thick with want. “to watch you beg while i make you mine. i want to hear you scream my name, baby.”

his fingers quicken, slick sounds filling the silence between his words.

your pulse races, fingers twitching as your own body aches for release. you curl your hand tighter, sliding your thumb over your clit in urgent, circular motions, biting down hard on your lip to keep from crying out.

but it’s no use.

the sound that rips from your throat is soft and broken, a whimper that fills the quiet of your room and makes you shake. your back arches off the bed as your hips grind into your palm, desperate for more, for him, for the impossible idea of jake’s hands and mouth where your fingers are now.

your phone buzzes again. another message from him. you barely glance at it — you look so fucking good like that — before flipping the camera, hitting record with your free hand.

you don’t speak this time. you let the video speak for you: your thighs spread wide, your fingers slick and fast, the way your body trembles with every touch. your lips part in a moan you can’t contain, raw and real, your chest heaving with every ragged breath.

you send the video and collapse back into the mattress, panting, legs still shaking. your heart is pounding so loud it’s all you can hear.

another buzz. this time, a voice note.

you don’t even hesitate. you press play.

his voice is low, completely wrecked.

“jesus christ, baby… you’re gonna make me come just listening to you. fuck, i can hear how wet you are. can picture it so clear — your thighs trembling, your fingers fucking that tight little pussy, wishing it was me instead.”

you moan, helpless.

“you have no idea how bad i want to ruin you,” he breathes. “want to have your legs shaking around my head. want your nails down my back while i fuck you through the goddamn mattress.”

his breath catches, and you can hear him fisting himself, the slick, obscene sounds of it, the rhythm picking up like he’s close.

“you’d take me so good, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs, voice shaking. “let me stretch you open, fill you up. make you come until you’re crying.”

you press your hand between your legs again before the note’s even over, still soaked, still throbbing. you circle your clit slow this time, letting his voice guide you back into the haze.

you start recording without thinking. flip the camera. this time, you show your face.

your cheeks are flushed, lips red from biting, eyes wide and glassy with lust. you stare into the camera, breathing heavy.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” you whisper, voice trembling. “i can still feel it, jake. my legs won’t stop shaking.”

you slide your fingers down again, gathering the mess between your thighs, and lift them into frame. your hand glistens in the light.

“look what you did,” you breathe, holding your fingers up to the camera. “i’m soaked for you. dripping.”

you send it immediately.

the pause between messages feels like an eternity, but then your phone buzzes again.

a video.

you open it with a shaky breath.

this time, jake’s not trying to tease. he’s desperate. his hair’s a mess, his chest rising and falling like he’s been running. his fist is tight around his cock, moving fast, and his expression — eyes shut tight, brows furrowed, mouth parted in a moan — is pure, raw need.

“fuck, baby, fuck,” he groans. “you’re driving me insane. i’m so fucking close.”

you watch, completely hypnotized, as he moans your name, over and over, each one more strained than the last.

he opens his eyes, barely able to focus. “tell me when you’re close,” he gasps. “i want us to come together. i need to hear it.”

you gasp, body pulsing with the urge to give in again. you’re already on edge, so sensitive it’s almost painful. your fingers slide back to your clit, moving faster now, desperate and unrelenting.

you hit record, camera on your face again. you look wrecked, voice hoarse.

“jake… i’m close. so fucking close,” you whisper, and there’s a crack in your voice, a desperation you don’t bother hiding. “i need you. need to come with you.”

you flip the camera back down, showing your fingers rubbing fast, your hips lifting off the bed, your body twitching.

you send the video.

he replies instantly.

jake: come for me

jake: please baby

jake: be my good girl and come all over those pretty fingers

and that’s it.

the coil inside you snaps.

your whole body arches off the bed, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as waves of pleasure crash through you. your fingers don’t stop, rubbing through it, drawing it out until your thighs are trembling and your breath comes in broken gasps.

you collapse back into the pillows, dazed and spent, your hand still pressed between your legs.

your phone buzzes again.

a final video. you open it.

jake’s face is the first thing you see — his lips parted in a silent gasp, head thrown back, chest rising and falling fast. his hand’s still wrapped around himself, movements stuttering as he jerks through his orgasm.

his moan is loud, unfiltered, your name on his lips like a prayer as he comes hard, his release spilling over his hand, dripping down in thick, messy ropes.

he looks back at the camera, dazed, wrecked, flushed. strands of hair cling to his forehead, sweat shining along his jaw, and when he finally blinks, it’s like he’s coming back from somewhere deep.

his voice is ragged when he speaks, barely more than a breath: “fuck… you ruined me.”

you press the phone against your chest, heart pounding beneath it, your body still humming from the high he pulled out of you without even being here. the ache in your thighs has faded into a slow throb, your skin still oversensitive, still buzzing with the weight of everything you just did.

your legs are sprawled, the sheets underneath you wrinkled and damp, your fingers still coated in your own slick. you close your eyes for a moment, trying to catch your breath, but jake’s voice, his face, his moans — they play on repeat in your head like a song you can’t turn off.

the screen lights up again. another message.

jake: still breathing?

you let out a soft, breathless laugh, the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile even as your body’s still shaking.

you: barely

jake: god

jake: you’re unreal

jake: i’ve never come that hard in my life

you press your lips together, cheeks burning at the confession. there's something about the way he says it — not just horny, but honest. like you’ve touched something deeper, pushed him past just lust.

you flip the camera on again, lifting it shakily to frame your face. you look wrecked — hair a mess, skin flushed, lips swollen, pupils still wide. but your smile is real, slow and lazy, drunk on release and the sound of his voice still echoing in your chest.

“you made me feel so good,” you whisper, voice soft and cracked around the edges. “i’ve never done this with anyone. never like this.”

you pause. then, in a tone barely above a breath: “you make me feel wanted.”

you hit send before you can second-guess it.

a minute passes. then two. your stomach twists — not from embarrassment, but from the weight of everything you didn’t say out loud. how long you’ve felt the pull toward him. how many nights you’ve imagined something like this and then scolded yourself for it, because he’s your best friend.

your phone finally buzzes.

jake: fuck

jake: you are wanted

jake: you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to see you like this, falling apart for me

your lips part, breath catching. your chest swells with something new — not just lust, but longing.

jake: we can pretend it’s just tonight if that’s easier for you

jake: but i don’t want it to be

you stare at the screen, those words hanging in the quiet. the ache low in your stomach is different now. you breathe slowly before typing.

you: i don’t want it to be just tonight

you see the typing bubble appear. then vanish. then reappear again.

jake: you’re mine, then

jake: not just for this

three seconds.

jake: god, you’re gonna kill me

jake: i’m still hard

you laugh, breathless. your head tilts back into the pillow, but heat curls in your belly again almost instantly.

you: come over?

he sends back one thing:

jake: i’m already getting dressed.

svmjaeyvn

IVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD FOR THIS

#god desperate fucked out jake i love you so bad.#IM ON MY PERIOD THIS IS HORRENDOUS I WANNA JUMP MY MANS BONES #anyway… perhaps i’ll go continue writing 🤭🤭#ria’s reblogs🫧

thinking … spider-man jake au …

#i need to lock in i have too many in the works #SUCCHHH A GOOD IDEA THOUGH #maybe i can just do a quick little drabble to get the itch of dorky peter parker jaeyun out of my head

bambiens

WE FOUND LOVE ON... HINGE? ⋆˚࿔ ♡ 🤳 ˎˊ˗ [s. jaeyun]

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pairings ⟢ down bad! jake x fem! reader contains ⟢ profanity, crack/humour, fluff, kind of suggestive, use of dating apps, one shot! ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ this is a behind of like a tattoo! jake (my ongoing heeseung smau) and also part of my lat! behind series, you can read sunghoon's here! <3

⟢ IN WHICH you come across a cute guy's odd hinge prompt, who seemingly has no clue what it actually means.

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author's note: so before working on tattoodaddyhoon69 and frankoceanfan123’s love story again, i wanted to put this out first LOL! if u wanna see more of this jake, click here! to read my ongoing smau series that he’s featured in! (i just can’t seem to let these characters go) 😇

perm taglist ⟢ @osakinanadesu @luhvletters @jellyrushzz @hee-isyumaf

svmjaeyvn

oh dorky jake i love you so

#jake sim #ria’s reblogs🫧#he’s a cutie patootie

hi hiii I just found love maze and im super hyped to read it 🤭!!! just curious though how many more parts are you planning for it

hi!! i’m aiming for max 20 howeverrrr i truly don’t know how to stfu sometimes so it’s kind of a toss up. the stories already at 35k which is insane so yeah, i’m gonna try to wrap it up relatively soon cause all i do is yap but realistically prob 44-50k in total😭😭

#ria talks!#i literally write so much it’s crazy i have to edit it a lot cause i just be talking sometimes

ur writing for love maze is absolutely amazing!! like I can literally picture it as a movie I loveeeee it

IM SO SORRY FOR NOT SEEING THIS EARLIER BUT OMG???? this is so sweet thank you so much :((((

top tier compliment i’m so glad you enjoy it <3

#i cry #this is such a nice thing to say pls #kisses to you anonnie you’re so sweet

need an update on love maze omggg I’m fully investeddddd

done!! here you go anon so sorry it took a while :,)

#so bad at updating i’m so sorry #IM TRYING TO KEEP IT UP I PROMISE 😓😓

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