nerdy bf! jake x f! reader. | non-idol, uni au. in which you find jake’s nerdy rambling a little too hot.
smut. mdni. wc: <2k
kissing, oral m!receiving, blow job duh, sorta hand job, praise, humping, spit, desperate jake, face fucking, slight hair-pulling, jake goes on a physics rant, reader finds it hot, lmk if im missing anything ig….
jake had many charming points. that much was obvious to everyone.
can’t even count the amount of times you’ve wanted to jump his bones for even the simplest things ever. that’s the kind of man he was to you.
the kind that made you feel so shamelessly easy.
it was hard to count the amount of times your imagination ran wild over every-day moments. like when he’d stick his tongue out in concentration. when his voice would reach a low sound that sent shivers down your spine. when his forearms were exposed and his hands were occupied and veiny. when he’d be so concentrated in his work that he didn’t even realize how irritated his expression seemed.
stuff like that sent you over the edge for no reason. and 9 times out of 10, it’d end in heavy breathing and a noise complaint.
you knew he was different than the rest of the male species even before he’d single-handedly raised the bar for your standards in men. and it’s not just because he’d never once been seen with a bad hair day.
sim jaeyun wasn’t just the cute, friendly guy that loved everything and everyone. he wasn’t just a golden retriever masked as a member of mankind.
he was so much more than that. jake possessed the unique qualities of what one could only call God’s favorite. the ability to exist in duality, in two worlds that contained beauty and intelligence.
he was probably the most extroverted introvert you’d ever met. kind of a nerdy, saved your grade in every science class that nearly made you cry in frustration. but he was sweet. loving. charismatic.
and impossibly sexy.
from his thick aussie accent to his soft hair. his lean build and his big hands. his easy-going, caring persona and his soft-spoken voice. he had lips you could stare at for days, and a nose that set no boundaries to your imagination.
everyone wanted jake.
but jake has you.
the only woman that had his mind, body, and soul. the only person in the world he’d allow to do anything to him.
if you spat on him and slapped his face, he’d probably say thank you or start counting. whipped was an understatement.
and, not to mention, you were the only woman that could truly keep up with his sex drive.
tonight was one of those quiet nights that settled gently between relief and exhaustion. your last exam was 2 days ago. it was a friday night. jake’s roommates, heeseung, jay, and sunghoon, were out partying at a frat house, and you were wide awake.
in contrast to your mood, you were slipping into sleepware to settle in for the night. your boyfriend was in bed, back resting against the headboard as he stared at nothing in front of him, deep in thought. brows pinched from distant focus, arms crossed over his bare chest.
jake is rambling to you about a paper he suddenly regretted writing, something about how he had argued against the main idea, but all the sudden he’d come to the conclusion that it was (in his mind) a bad decision.
“i mean, technically it doesn’t really matter? the criteria for full credit was that we choose a side to defend, there was no right or wrong answer. whole thing was subjective,” he sucked his teeth, tilted his head, “ah, but— jinja, it’s just so frustrating, y’know? it would’ve been easier to take the other side. not that i really agree, but at least i would have more to write about.”
“jake, baby, isn’t that your elective class? with the professor you said doesn’t take anything seriously? don’t stress yourself out with something like that. you’re too pretty.” you sat on the floor, peeking through your purse to find a phone charger.
“i know, you’re right. but think about it—” his speaking quickened, and you couldn’t quite wrap your head around what the hell he was talking about.
for several moments, you had just stared at him. at this point, you couldn’t tell if he was muttering to himself or to you. but that was the furthest thing from you mind.
you couldn’t stop thinking about how fine he was under the influence of frustration, ranting about academic stuff you refused to comprehend to save your own sanity. you watched intently as he took off his glasses and put them aside on the nightstand, rubbing his brows aggravatedly like this was some kind of life-threatening crisis. shoulders, chest, collarbones and light abs bare. you wanted to pounce him.
cheekily, you glanced between him and the newly bought, freshly washed lingerie set you’d packed in case the occasion arose.
after some serious thought (and by that you mean none at all) you finally rid yourself of the sports bra and sweatpants combo.
you couldn’t let the set rot away in your bag on a night like this. it was the kind that would set any man on his knees. the kind that practically screamed ‘im gonna give this man a boner and ruin him’. the kind that fit everywhere it mattered and covered almost nothing at all. the kind that was seemingly designed for you alone. a color that embraced your natural palette: your hair color, your skin tone, and your eyes.
as you stripped yourself and changed into the fabric, you eyed down your boyfriend like a hawk. eyes skimming his posture, his structure, his every feature. even in the dim lighting, he gave off brightness. but there was something much deeper than that. something only you’d seen. because truly, jake was a beast in bed. an actual maniac. no matter if he was in a dominant or submissive mood, he moved with intent. strong will.
desire.
jake, after a few minutes of his rant, realizing you hadn’t spoken up in a while, finally shifted his gaze to you.
and at the sight, he gulps. he was enchanted. hypnotized. seduced in an instant. folding under irresistible pressure.
you began approaching as would a feline, hips swaying in a slow pace, looking at him like you could eat him alive then and there.
his eyes are wide, lips so slightly parted, eyes traveling, unknowing of where to land. memory wiped. vision tunneled.
you’re inches from him in seconds, and you sit on his lap, either hand find his shoulder and jaw, “that was attractive.”
“are you being sarcasti— mm…”
he was both interrupted and answered. with a soft kiss. and in no time, he brings you deeper, desperate. arms snaking around your waist.
you slowly pull away. cup his face.
“what were you saying? about… what- physics?” you breathed in his ear, licking a stripe behind the shell before whispering, “i’m listening.”
his mind races, and it takes him too many seconds to recover and search his brain for his last thoughts.
“oh- right!” he rambles again, brows furrowing as he questions science. forcing focus to appeal to you.
meanwhile, you shift back to sit between his legs on the mattress, cool sheets beneath your knees. you kissed his ear, then his neck, then his shoulder and collarbone and chest.
his abdomen, then he stutters. grows flushed. hand finding your hair as he gasps quietly, breaths growing heavy.
you stop, tilt your head and glance up. looking into his soul with a seductive glint of mischief.
“keep talkin’. no need to stop on my account, baby.”
“i-”
“ah, ah,” you bit your lower lip, voice low and provocatively venomous, “if you stop,” your tongue trailed flat against his abs, rising slowly. stopping after a mere second, “so do i.”
the moment your palm made contact with his clothed cock, his face contorted into pleasure, pain, and desperation. his eyes screwed shut, head falling back against the bed frame, expression painted as a moan— only no noise came out after he’d use the last of his strength to prevent it. only a lengthy breath escaped his vocals.
to chase the relief you promised him, he continued talking. he was distracted, hot, bothered, and desperate. he was a stuttering mess, every other sentence interrupted by a muffled groan as you travelled lower.
and after minutes too long, your lips found the waistband of his sweats, and your teeth made contact with the string. it was loosely, lazily tied, and with ease you’d undone it with your teeth.
before pulling down the fabric, your tongue met the barrier right over his crotch. lips, tongue, drool pooling on his clothed crotch. it all set jake over the deep-end.
he was aching. eyes torn between your lips on his skin and the lipstick stains trailing down his body.
you felt it all too well. the hardness. his erratic breaths, the vibration sent from his silent whimpers.
his hips flinched, bucked, moved involuntarily. he tried to hold back. he really fucking tried.
“y/n— shit! please.”
it was hard to control. almost impossible.
you paused. hands meeting his arm and hip in either one, and you went softer on him. not in sympathy for his helpless state. it was the opposite. it was punishment.
he panicked and started to ramble again. saying anything that came to his mind. explaining his new hypothesis for an upcoming lab experiment. talking about his idiotic partner for a project. mumbling about papers he graded for a professor.
“some freshman in my work-study f-fucked up his paper. professor made him rewrite it. apparently- mm— he wrote a-about how the earth was flat. …w-which… gah— doesn’t even make any f-fucking… s-sense ngh~ fuck— because…” you weren’t listening to a damn thing he was saying anymore. it was all white noise if it wasn’t a groan.
something about a student assistant job. some idiot kid.
whatever.
you brought yourself back, lifting your hair and looking right into his watering eyes, teeth dragging down his sweatpants slowly.
no boxers. of course. though that was obvious from the start.
you slightly grinned. mind consuming sick thoughts as his rock solid hard on sprung free.
jake’s hand softly met your hair, pulling you in closer gently when you let go, “please— fuck. please, y/n. let me use your mouth. need to fuck that mouth. need your tongue. please.”
you licked your lips, and he stared hard. panting. lips parted. eyes low and already seemingly fucked out.
he looked so needy. you fucking loved it.
the heat got to you fast. it hit you like a truck, arousal and temptation sitting under your skin and sizzling under a raw, burning fire. you rid yourself of thoughts. rid yourself of anything that held even the slightest potential of holding you back. your tongue swirled your mouth, gathering the smooth, sticky liquid. and slowly, calculating, you let go of a string of spit, and allowed it to travel below you.
jake moaned. the sensation of your saliva landing on his throbbing dick too much to handle. he couldn’t have held it even if he tried. the moment his eyes met yours. he’d given up. and handed himself over to you completely. no doubts. no thoughts. pure need.
his fingers prodded at your mouth, smoothly forcing it open. you allowed him in with ease, sucking on his fingers.
“use me then, jake.” you breathed out, mumbling against his digits, “use me so good.”
and he wasted no time. forcing your lips down and around on his cock by your hair the moment he released his fingers.
he let out a guttural, shameless moan.
“gonna cum down this throat, baby. you’ll take all of it, yeah?” he groaned, rolling his hips against your face, “fuckin’ this mouth real good.”
he held you against him for a moment, your nose pressed deep against him as you drooled, choking and gagging around his length. it hurt. so bad. so good.
he pulled you back. let you breathe. looked down at you like he wasn’t just begging for this a second ago.
‘cocky bastard.’
he must’ve read your mind, seeing how the instant the thought formed, he was reeling you in again. only this time, he allowed you to adjust. he was soft, a moaning mess as you took your time around him. tongue exploring his dick. eyes nearly rolling back as you closed in. taking inch after inch until there was nothing left.
as painful as it was, you’d willingly suffer to hear his voice. his pleasure. the sound was pornographic.
and you were suddenly desperate for release, too.
without a second thought, your clothed cunt was rutting against the bed like a bitch in heat.
“fuck— yes, fuck yes. you’re getting off to this? yeah? good girl. my good girl.”
he gave you one last chance to relax around him before he’d went rogue. suddenly impatient. needy.
you babbled and moaned around him, being forced to glide up and down his cock. you couldn’t take it. it was all too much. your mouth couldn’t take it again after that first time. you were certain.
your hands found the rest of his length and pumped.
“oh— ah— ahhngh~”
5 minutes later he came undone.
“fuck! cumming, i’m cumming.”
he dragged you back by the hair, stroking himself before his seed was suddenly coating your breasts.
but his relief didn’t last. no, it never did. far from it.
if there was one fact about jake you were absolutely confident about, it was his recovery time. he’d get hard again faster than he’d ever cum.
you were panting, cheek pressed against his thigh as you caught your breath, rested your eyes, cunt slick and heated.
jake grabbed you by the jaw, lifting your face with an evil grin, “you didn’t think this was it, did you? oh, that’s adorable.”
you whimpered. gulped. shivered.
“lay down, baby. gonna taste us before i get started.”
you had a feeling you’d be wearing this set again.
that is, if it wouldn’t be destroyed by the end of the night.
natty's notesᝰ.ᐟ request, mdni, hate comments will be deleted.
"y/n, who do you think would be better?"
jay's voice pulled you out of your distracted haze, making you glance up at him with a confused tilt of your head. his expression was casual, but the subtle smirk curling at the corner of his lips told you otherwise.
you blinked, processing his words, but truthfully, you hadn’t been paying attention to any of their conversation. for the past thirty minutes, the three of them had been bickering back and forth, their voices fading into background noise as you remained engrossed in your phone, too uninterested to care about whatever stupid argument they were having this time.
"about what?"
your voice came out flat, uninterested, as your gaze flickered between sunghoon and jake, who sat right beside him.
but the moment sunghoon opened his mouth, your breath hitched, your body going rigid at the sheer audacity of his words.
"who do you think is best at giving oral?"
your phone nearly slipped from your grasp, your heart stuttering in your chest as you stared at him, eyes wide, lips parting slightly in shock.
were they serious?
the air thickened immediately, tension settling heavily between the four of you, and you could do nothing but sit there, staring at them, trying to piece together how the hell this conversation even started.
"bro, i'm literally number one—the best pussy eater you’ll ever know."
jake’s voice dripped with confidence, his smirk cocky, self-assured, as he shoved jay back playfully, as if the argument was already settled. jay barely reacted, only rolling his eyes, his expression unreadable, before giving a slow, mocking nod.
"yeah, okay."
the way he said it was so dry, so unconvinced, that it only added fuel to the fire, jake’s lips parting slightly as if he was about to argue his case again, but then both of them turned back to you.
waiting.
expecting.
your mouth felt dry, your skin suddenly feeling too warm, as their intense gazes bored into you, waiting for you to weigh in—waiting for you to choose.
but how the hell were you supposed to answer that?
your brows furrowed deeply, your expression a mix of disbelief and confusion, as you finally found your voice.
"how the fuck would i know?"
your response came out half incredulous, half exasperated, because, seriously—what the hell kind of question was that?
yet, despite the absolute insanity of this conversation, the atmosphere in the room had shifted.
the tension had thickened, intensified, and as you met their eyes again—jake’s cocky smirk, jay’s dark amusement, and sunghoon’s unwavering gaze—you realized something.
they weren’t just joking around anymore.
they wanted to prove it.
"if you're thinking the same shit as me, consider it not happening."
your voice was firm, unwavering, but the slight waver in your breath didn’t go unnoticed by them. the tension in the room had become almost suffocating, their gazes too heavy, too intense, and you needed to put some distance between yourself and whatever the hell this was turning into.
you pushed yourself up from the couch, your movements sharp, deliberate, as you made your way toward the kitchen. but just as you expected, they were right behind you, their footsteps close, too close, and you could already hear the low chuckles, the occasional shoves, as they jostled each other for space, acting as if this was some kind of game.
"please, y/n."
jake’s voice came first, smooth, persuasive, and just as you reached the kitchen counter, you felt his presence at your back, his hand reaching out to gently grasp your wrist, stopping you just short of putting any real space between yourself and them.
"these fuckers won’t stop until proven wrong…"
his words were half-exasperated, half-taunting, but the way his fingers tightened around your wrist, firm yet careful, sent a sharp shiver down your spine. you swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of their bodies closing in, sunghoon now leaning against the counter, his smirk lazy but his eyes dangerously sharp, while jay stood just a step behind jake, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze never once leaving yours.
they were serious.
and no matter how much you tried to ignore it, pretend like you weren’t affected, there was no denying the heat that was now thrumming in the air, curling around you, settling deep in your stomach.
jake barely had time to react before sunghoon shoved him aside, his movements quick, determined, completely unwavering as he made his way in front of you. his presence was overwhelming, the heat of his body so close, too close, as his hands found your waist with ease, thumbs pressing into your skin just enough to make you shiver.
his gaze was dark, unreadable, but the sly smirk playing at his lips told you everything you needed to know.
"let me prove them wrong, baby..."
his voice was low, smooth, thick with undeniable promise, and before you could even think about protesting, he was lifting you effortlessly, placing you onto the cool surface of the countertop. the contrast between the chill of the marble and the burning heat of his hands sent a shudder through you, and you barely had time to react before you felt his fingers hooking onto your waistband, dragging your shorts down slowly, torturously, as if savoring the moment.
"you’ll see why i’m the best out of the three, baby..."
his lips brushed against your ear, his breath warm, teasing, sending a wave of anticipation curling low in your stomach.
"gonna make you feel so good, you’ll be begging for more..."
the words dripped from his tongue like honey, and your breath hitched as he tossed your shorts aside, the fabric landing in a heap right in front of jay and jake’s shoes.
but he wasn’t done.
his hands moved with practiced ease, slipping beneath the delicate fabric of your panties, fingers curving just enough to drag them down the same way, slow, deliberate—torturous.
the second he let them fall from his fingers, your breath stalled, because the moment your bare pussy was revealed to them, a low, collective groan filled the space around you.
"fuck."
jay’s voice was hoarse, jake sucked in a sharp breath, but sunghoon?
he simply spread your legs wider, his hands gripping onto your thighs as he dropped to his knees, his hungry gaze locked onto you like he was starving.
the warmth of his breath fanned over your core, and before you could say anything, a soft whimper escaped you, completely unbidden.
he leaned in slowly, deliberately, his breath ghosting over your inner thighs, sending a shiver rippling through your body. his lips pressed down softly, warm and teasing, leaving a trail of heat as he inched higher, higher, his grip on your thighs tightening just enough to keep you in place. the anticipation was torturous, every small movement setting your nerves on fire, your breath coming out in uneven exhales as your body tensed under his touch. the way his lips lingered, the way his breath fanned over your skin—it was all too much, yet not enough.
your gaze was locked on him, pupils blown wide with both desire and trepidation, but no matter how much you tried to focus on sunghoon, you couldn’t ignore the two other sets of eyes burning into you from across the room. when you flicked your gaze upward, jake and jay were watching you intently, their expressions unreadable, though the subtle smirks pulling at their lips told you everything. there was something predatory in their stares, something that made your breath hitch, something that told you they were just waiting for you to break.
jay moved first, stepping closer, invading your space without hesitation, his presence alone enough to make your skin prickle. his fingers came up to trace over your cheek, soft, featherlight, a stark contrast to the intensity in his eyes. the way he looked at you was intoxicating, possessive, like he was already staking his claim before anything had even happened.
"gonna let sunghoon please you, doll?"
his voice was low, velvety, dripping with amusement, but there was something darker laced within it—something that made your stomach coil in anticipation.
"though he wouldn’t be as good as me..."
his fingers ghosted over your bottom lip, his touch barely there, yet enough to send a wave of heat through you. his words hung between you, heavy with implication, but before you could even think of responding, before you could process anything beyond the heat pooling low in your stomach—
sunghoon’s mouth was on you.
your reaction was instant, visceral, uncontrollable.
your body jolted, your thighs twitching as his lips wrapped around your most sensitive spot, his tongue flicking out in a slow, deliberate motion that had you gasping sharply, your nails digging into his hair.
"uh—fuck..."
your hands moved on their own, fingers tangling into his soft strands, your grip tightening without thought, without control, whether it was to ground yourself or push him deeper, you didn’t even know. he worked you with steady, calculated precision, his tongue dragging through your folds, lapping up your arousal with a hunger that made your head spin. his lips sealed over your clit once more, the suction intense, perfectly timed, before his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, slow at first, then faster, sharper, sending pleasure rocketing through your body.
the heat in the room became suffocating, your skin damp, flushed, your breathing coming out in short, uneven gasps as sunghoon devoured you like a man starved. the contrast between his firm grip on your thighs—keeping you spread open, exposed, vulnerable—and the way his tongue worked against you, wet and warm and so precise, had your head falling back slightly, your body already on the verge of unraveling.
you could hear their breathing, could feel their presence surrounding you, the weight of their gazes pressing into your skin like a physical force. every time you moaned, every time your hips twitched involuntarily against sunghoon’s mouth, you knew they were watching, knew they were reveling in the way you slowly fell apart beneath their touch.
and god, you were so close to breaking completely.
"are you gonna cum, baby?"
sunghoon’s voice was low, muffled, his lips brushing against your drenched core as he peered up at you, his dark eyes burning with intensity. the sight alone nearly undid you completely—his mouth was slick with your arousal, his chin glistening as his tongue worked you over with expert precision, never once faltering in its relentless pace.
your breath came in short, ragged gasps, your chest rising and falling erratically as you locked eyes with him, your vision hazy with pleasure. your lips were parted in a silent moan, your mouth forming a perfect "o" shape, unable to articulate anything but breathy, desperate whimpers. the way he was eating you out—starving, greedy, determined—had you on the edge, your thighs trembling violently as you struggled to keep yourself upright on the counter.
but then—he changed the rhythm, and your body convulsed at the sheer intensity of it.
his tongue, once flicking and swirling over your clit in calculated, teasing strokes, now plunged deep inside you, the wet muscle thrusting in and out rapidly, fucking you with a pace so relentless, so overwhelming, that your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling desperately as you pulled harder, unsure if you were pushing him away or pulling him closer.
"oh—fuck!"
your voice rang through the room, shameless and nearly desperate, the pleasure coursing through your veins making you feel boneless, weightless, completely undone.
"cum for me, baby," he murmured against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves straight to your core, your walls clenching around his tongue as he pushed deeper, his grip on your thighs tightening, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
"show these fuckers I’m the best..."
his words were cocky, possessive, demanding, and he only doubled down, his tongue working even faster, his lips suckling harshly on your clit before diving back in, drinking you down like he couldn’t get enough.
the coil in your stomach tightened to the point of snapping, and you could do nothing—nothing but give in.
your head tilted back violently, your back arching off the counter, your thighs squeezing around his head as pure, white-hot pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave.
"m’gonna cum—fuck, hoonie!"
your shattered moans filled the air as your orgasm ripped through you, your entire body trembling from the intensity, your nails digging into his scalp as you came completely undone against his mouth.
sunghoon groaned in satisfaction, lapping up every last drop, his tongue lazily flicking over your sensitive clit, as if he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.
jake didn't hesitate for even a second, shoving sunghoon aside with ease, his hands immediately cupping your face, his palms warm and firm against your flushed skin. before you could even register what was happening, his lips crashed against yours, hungry, demanding—claiming. his kiss was rough, unrelenting, his teeth catching your bottom lip, sucking harshly before letting it snap back into place, the motion sending a shudder down your spine.
your head was spinning, still reeling from your orgasm, but jake didn’t give you a moment to recover. without a word, he dropped to his knees, his broad shoulders spreading your thighs even further apart as he settled between them, his heated gaze locked onto your swollen, glistening core.
"fuck, princess…"
his voice came out in a low, sultry purr, his breath hot against your skin, sending goosebumps trailing up your arms. his hands smoothed down your inner thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, thumbs tracing slow, lazy circles—teasing.
"you look so fucking good like this..."
he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your thigh, then another, his tongue flicking out to lick at your sensitive skin, the contrast between the cool air and the heat of his tongue making you tremble involuntarily.
but he didn’t linger there for long.
within seconds, he had your legs spread impossibly wide, his grip tightening as he dived in without warning, his mouth latching onto your clit immediately, sucking with an intensity that had you arching off the counter with a sharp gasp.
"oh—fuck, jake, wa—!"
your words dissolved into a choked moan, your body shuddering violently as the overstimulation hit you like a freight train, the pleasure almost too much, too soon.
but jake? he wasn’t letting up.
his tongue moved in sync with his lips, alternating between harsh, deliberate sucks and slow, teasing licks, as if he was determined to break you down completely.
"c’mon, baby," he murmured against you, the vibration of his voice sending sparks straight to your core, his hands keeping you firmly in place as he continued to devour you with no mercy.
"you can take it. i know you can."
jake didn’t wait for a response—he never did.
without hesitation, his tongue plunged into you, the wet muscle curling and flicking with an unforgiving pace, leaving no room for teasing, no time to adjust. his movements were relentless, messy, his lips and tongue working in tandem, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure through your already overstimulated body.
the sounds that filled the room were obscene—the lewd slick of his tongue against your soaked folds, the wet, desperate moans that spilled from your lips, and the deep groans vibrating through jake’s chest, sending shocks of pleasure through your core. your arousal was everywhere, spreading over his lips, his chin, dripping down his jaw, though if anything, it only seemed to spur him on.
"fuck, jake—oh my god—!"
your voice trembled, your breath hitching between ragged gasps, your thighs beginning to shake uncontrollably as the pleasure mounted too fast, too intense. your hands gripped at the counter, nails scraping uselessly against the cool surface as your head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming sensations.
but jake wasn’t letting up.
"fuck—this pussy’s so fucking good…"
his words were muffled against you, but the husky, wrecked tone of his voice sent another pulse of heat straight to your core. before you could even think, before you could brace yourself for the inevitable, he dove back in, his tongue thrusting deeper, curling against the soft, sensitive spots inside you, his lips latching back onto your clit with a devastating finality.
it was too much.
your body tensed violently, back arching as the orgasm slammed into you like a tidal wave, white-hot pleasure consuming every inch of you, your vision going blank, your mind fogging over completely.
your eyes rolled back, mouth parted in a silent scream before a shattered moan ripped through you, your legs trembling furiously as the release crashed over you, leaving you utterly, completely undone.
jake groaned in satisfaction, lapping up every drop, his grip firm as he kept you pinned down, refusing to let you escape the pleasure—not until he had taken everything from you.
"j-jake, I can’t—!"
your voice broke, strangled and trembling as your body shuddered violently, the overstimulation burning through you like fire. you could barely breathe, your chest heaving as your hands gripped uselessly at the counter, trying to ground yourself, trying to escape the relentless pleasure that refused to fade.
but jake? he wasn’t done.
his lips were still latched onto your clit, his tongue still flicking, slow and precise, dragging out every last aftershock, refusing to give you even a second of respite. his hands tightened on your thighs, keeping you spread wide, holding you firmly in place as your body twitched and convulsed beneath his mouth.
"p-please—fuck, I can’t—" you sobbed, tugging weakly at his hair, trying to push him away, your mind dizzy, overloaded, completely undone. but jake only groaned against you, the vibration making you jolt, sending another shockwave straight through your exhausted body.
but then—
suddenly, his warmth was ripped away.
a sharp growl filled the air as jay yanked jake back, his grip tight and unforgiving, the air between them thick with tension. jake wiped the slickness off his chin with the back of his hand, his lips shiny and swollen, his eyes glazed with hunger as he glared up at jay, clearly displeased at being interrupted.
"bitch, you already had your turn."
jay’s voice was low, rough, dripping with possessiveness, his gaze locked onto you, hungry, dark, dangerous. he stepped forward, closing the space between you in an instant, his fingers trailing up your trembling thighs, his touch searing against your oversensitive skin.
"now it’s mine."
your breath hitched, your body still shaking from the aftermath, but jay wasn’t about to give you a break.
his hands moved gently, fingers trailing along your damp cheek, smearing the stray tears that had spilled so effortlessly. his touch was soft, almost tender, but the way his eyes burned into you—filled with the utmost, raw hunger—told an entirely different story.
jay didn’t speak right away, just watched you, admiring the way your breath hitched, the way your lips parted slightly, still swollen from the way you had been biting down on them, desperate to contain your moans. he leaned in, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over your lips, teasing you, tempting you. but just as you pushed forward, chasing the kiss, he pulled back, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
"so needy for me, doll?"
his voice was low, teasing, the deep timbre sending chills down your spine. he let his lips trail along your cheek, barely pressing against your skin before drifting lower, down to your jaw, where he lingered just a second too long, his lips barely brushing against you before he finally let his kisses deepen.
his once sweet, featherlight pecks turned into open-mouthed kisses, hot and wet, his tongue darting out to soothe each spot before his teeth grazed against your skin, sucking down just enough to make sure his mark would be there tomorrow.
"jay, please…"
your moan was nearly breathless, a mixture of desperation and impatience, your fingers gripping onto him, nails digging into his shoulders, but jay was in no hurry. he wanted to take his time—to watch you come undone beneath him, to savor every sound, every shiver he could pull from you.
his lips continued their torturous descent, drifting lower, his kisses growing wetter, sloppier, his hands curving under your shirt, bunching the fabric in his fists as he dragged it up. he took his time, his lips leaving a heated path down your stomach, pressing kisses along the dips and curves, his breath fanning over your sensitive skin, making you shudder.
but it wasn’t until he finally reached the apex of your thighs, his face mere inches from your aching core, that you truly felt the heat of his gaze, the weight of his hunger.
jay exhaled deeply, his hands gripping your thighs firmly, spreading you open as he took in the sight before him.
"fuck… look at you, doll."
his voice was thick with need, his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your entire body burn.
jay’s fingers barely grazed your aching clit, the lightest touch sending a jolt through your overstimulated body, but before he could go any further, a sharp voice sliced through the thick tension in the kitchen, making you flinch.
"that's cheating."
the words dripped with amusement, edged with challenge, and when jay’s fingers stilled against you, his jaw clenched in mild annoyance, you knew exactly who had spoken.
sunghoon.
leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze was trained directly on you, his tongue clicking disapprovingly as he shook his head. jake, lounging lazily beside him, let out a low chuckle, his smirk only widening as he tilted his head at jay.
"fucking cheater."
"oh, shut up…" jay’s voice was barely above a murmur, a quiet growl of irritation mixed with amusement as his hand glided lower, fingers trailing teasingly along your inner thigh, making your breath catch in anticipation. he leaned in, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over your aching core, sending a shiver through your already sensitive body.
his lips brushed against your skin, and he let out a low, knowing chuckle, one laced with pure mischief, pure possession.
"just wanted to touch my precious doll…" he murmured, his tone mockingly sweet, but there was an edge to it, something darker, more possessive curling at the ends of his words. "guess if I can’t do that, then…"
he let the sentence trail off, leaving the thought unfinished, leaving you hanging in that space of need before—a sharp gasp tore from your lips.
jay wasted no time, his tongue dragging slow and deliberate, a single, flat lick up your soaked folds, the heat of it sending a shockwave straight through you. your thighs twitched, body jerking slightly, and a whine spilled from your throat, drawn out and helpless as he lingered just a second too long, letting you feel every bit of him, letting the wet heat of his tongue press against you fully.
your hands fisted his hair, toes curling, but nothing could prepare you for the way he finally reached your clit, his tongue flicking the swollen bud, a sharp contrast to the slow, languid strokes before.
"fuuuck, jay—!"
your voice broke, the pleasure hitting you too fast, too strong, your thighs trying to snap shut, but his hands kept you spread wide, his nails digging into your skin as if to say—you’re not going anywhere.
jay’s movements were slow, deliberate, each stroke of his tongue against your clit sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. his mouth was hot, wet, merciless, his lips wrapping around your swollen bud before sucking lightly, the sensation making your thighs tremble in his grasp.
a deep groan rumbled through his chest, the vibrations shooting straight through your core, making your body jolt as his tongue delved deeper, pushing into your entrance at an agonizingly slow pace. the stretch was new, the feeling intimate, filthy, and it had your walls fluttering, gripping his tongue tightly, pulling him in further.
"oh—s-shit…!"
your breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping as your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, your body on fire from the overwhelming sensation. your eyes flickered open, and what you saw only made the heat pool even deeper in your stomach.
they were watching you.
sunghoon, jake—both standing there, their dark gazes locked onto you, silent, intense, their chests rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. but you didn’t miss the way their jeans strained painfully, their bulges prominent, unmistakable, the fabric doing nothing to hide just how much this was affecting them.
sunghoon was the first to move.
he pushed off the wall, his footsteps measured, predatory, and before you could even react, his large hands tangled in your hair, his grip firm, possessive as he tilted your head up, forcing your dazed gaze to meet his.
"look at you…" his voice was low, taunting, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips, his eyes dripping with dark amusement. "so fucking pretty like this."
then, without warning, he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing the desperate moans spilling from your mouth. the kiss was hungry, feverish, all clashing teeth and tangled tongues, as if he was devouring the remnants of your sanity. your lungs burned for air, but you didn’t care, gasping against him only to have him steal the breath from your lips again.
and then—another pair of hands.
jake moved next, stepping into place like it was second nature, his touch searing as he reached for your shirt, his fingers brushing over your flushed skin as he dragged it up, up, up. your bra followed suit, the straps slipping off your shoulders before he tugged the cups down, letting your breasts spill free, the cool air making your nipples pebble instantly.
"fuck," he breathed, his voice raspy, thick with want, his hands already pushing your thighs further apart.
his lips met your skin a second later, hot and wet, tongue swirling over one nipple before his teeth grazed it lightly, tugging just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure straight down your spine.
you whined into sunghoon’s mouth, your back arching instinctively, and that only spurred jake on, his hands palming your tits, squeezing, kneading, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks before his mouth latched onto the other one.
and through all of it—jay never stopped.
his tongue still delved deep into you, his lips still wrapped around your clit, the sinful combination of their hands, their mouths, their touches pulling you further and further into madness.
your thighs trembled violently, the overstimulation coursing through you in waves as jay’s slow, deliberate licks kept you teetering on the edge, his lips never once losing their rhythm. the contrast between his agonizingly slow pace and the sharp, sudden flicks of his tongue against your swollen clit had you completely breathless, your moans dissolving into whimpers against sunghoon’s mouth.
but just when you tried to push yourself further into the kiss, just when you needed the distraction from the unbearable pleasure building in your core, sunghoon suddenly pulled away, his lips leaving yours with a slick pop.
jake followed suit, detaching himself from your chest, his wet lips grazing your sensitive nipple one last time before he leaned back, both of them now watching you, taking in the state you were in—eyes hazy with lust, lips swollen and parted, chest rising and falling in sharp, unsteady breaths.
"fuck, jay—please don’t stop…"
your voice wavered, laced with desperation, your fingers tightening in his hair as you rocked your hips against his mouth, seeking more, needing more. but just as you thought he’d give in, a sharp sting spread through your inner thigh, a loud slap echoing in the heated kitchen.
a loud, broken whine ripped from your throat as your body jerked, your leg twitching from the impact.
"take what i fucking give you, doll," jay growled, his voice low, rough, sending a chill down your spine. his fingers gripped your thighs, spreading them even wider as he dived back in, his tongue moving faster, deeper, more relentless than before, his lips latching onto your clit as he sucked so hard your entire body shuddered violently.
your head tilted back, falling against jake’s shoulder, your body feeling weightless, on the verge of crumbling apart. his hands immediately wrapped around your waist, securing you against him, his lips pressing soft, almost mocking kisses along the side of your neck.
"gonna cum, baby?" jake murmured, his voice taunting, teasing, his lips brushing against your ear as his fingers traced up your trembling stomach. "gonna make a mess again, aren’t you?"
all you could do was whimper, nodding furiously, your hips rolling desperately against jay’s face, chasing the release that felt so impossibly close yet so painfully out of reach.
your entire body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing down on you with an intensity that left you trembling. your thighs clamped around jay’s head, but he didn’t budge—instead, he moaned against you, the vibrations pushing you further into bliss, his tongue languidly stroking through your folds, savoring every drop of your release.
"fuck—fuck, jay!"
your voice broke into a scream, your back arching sharply, fingers gripping onto whatever you could find—jake’s arms, the edge of the countertop—anything to ground you as your orgasm ripped through you with overwhelming force. your breath came in sharp, gasping pants, your chest heaving, mind completely blank from the aftershocks.
but jay? he wasn’t done.
he kept going, his tongue lazily dragging through your slit, collecting everything you gave him, groaning deeply like he was addicted to the taste of you. it was too much, the overstimulation bordering on unbearable, and you whimpered, your hips weakly shifting away, but jay held you in place, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he licked you clean, whole, ruined.
with one last slow swipe of his tongue, he finally pulled away, standing up, his chest rising and falling heavily, his lips, chin, and jaw glistening under the dim kitchen light.
when your hazy vision cleared, you were met with three pairs of eyes, all trained on you, all filled with dark amusement and heated satisfaction.
"baby, tell us now…"
sunghoon’s voice was low, coaxing, his fingers brushing damp strands of hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear so gently it sent shivers down your spine. his gaze searched yours, expectant, confident—like he already knew the answer.
but you couldn’t speak.
your lips parted, but nothing came out, your throat too dry, your mind too foggy, either from the intensity of your orgasm or the impossible choice laid before you.
"come on, princess," jake murmured next, his lips ghosting along your cheek, his voice dripping with cocky certainty. "it’s me. i know it is."
his hands skated over your sides, his fingers sinking into your waist possessively, and for a moment, you thought maybe he was right—maybe it was him—maybe—but all you could do was whimper softly, a weak shake of your head following soon after.
"i… i c-can’t…"
your voice was small, breathless, barely audible, but they all heard it.
jay, still catching his breath, raised a brow, his gaze tracking over your shaking body, your parted lips, your chest still desperately seeking air.
"what do you mean?"
his voice was gentler this time, but there was something demanding behind it, something that said tell me now.
you swallowed thickly, eyes flickering between them—sunghoon’s intense gaze, jake’s lazily confident smirk, jay’s piercing eyes that never wavered from yours.
"i… i can't c-choose…"
the words left you in a whisper, your lashes fluttering as you dropped your gaze, feeling the heat of their stares consume you whole.
"you three are the best."
silence.
"fuck."
three voices, three reactions—jake’s grin widening, sunghoon clicking his tongue, jay exhaling sharply, shaking his head slightly before running a hand through his hair.
you barely had time to register their expressions before jake grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes once more.
"guess we’ll just have to take turns ruining you, then, princess."
description: sunghoon is absolutely infatuated by his step sister, and he knows his best friends, jay and jake, both want a taste. sunghoon shows them they can touch, but only with his permission.
word count: 8k
contents: step bro sunghoon & (step) brother's best friends jayke x reader, porn with (little) plot, STEPCEST!! dni if uncomfy, hoonie is possessive and mean at times >.<
smut warnings under the cut
now playing: lemonade by nct 127
smut warnings: reader is kinda dumb and innocent (but she knows what she wants), sunghoon has a monster cock, a couple mlm moments (bisexual king jay rise!!!!), hard and soft dom!sunghoon, service dom!jay, dom!jake (a few sub!jake moments bc.. yeah), sub!reader, daddy and sir kinks, foursome, unprotected sex (do not. do this!), pussy drunk jake, breeding kink, praise, degradation, pet names, slight voyeurism, cum eating, multiple orgasms, cumming inside, creampie, anal, y/n gets fucked in all three holes at once, oral (m. and f. rec), face fucking, spit as lube, choking, bulge kink, possessive and kinda mean sunghoon... erm i think that's it!
“dude, there’s no way you don’t think she’s hot!”
sunghoon shakes his head at jay’s admission, groaning as he waves a hand at his best friend, trying to shoo him away with pure willpower. “shut up, will you? that’s my step sister you’re talking about dude.”
sunghoon watches his best friends with disinterest, anger bubbling as he scoffs at the way they grill him. the way you and him behave behind closed doors is truly none of their damn business.
“your step sister is hot as fuck, hoon, “if she comes out here in that tiny ass yellow bikini she wore yesterday…” jake nearly moans at the thought, staring up at the underside of the beach umbrella he sits beneath, snuggling further into the lounge chair he lies on. “i’m gonna take her in the damn pool, i don’t care if either of you fuckers see us.”
“not if i fuck her first,” jay shoves jake, forcing the younger man to spring to life, chasing jay before they both jump into the pool. the two continue fighting once they land inside, jay dunking jake’s head underwater for a moment as sunghoon shakes his head, watching his best friends wrestle. he scowls at the two of them, knowing neither of them deserve to be around let alone fuck you. but he tolerates it, for now, knowing you somewhat enjoy their presence, often giggling at their dumb antics. a giggle that sunghoon often thinks about when he’s jerking it in the shower, not that he’d ever admit it.
sunghoon watches the pair as they jostle around in the warm water, time passing quickly as they fight for dominance. “you two are so annoying,” jay and jake both wave him off, “whatever man, you love us!” jay blows sunghoon a kiss before jake wrestles him under the water’s surface once more.
“hi, hoonie,” you smile as you step outside, the sight of a brand new bikini sunghoon has never seen adorning your gorgeous figure. it takes everything in him to not pop a boner in his swim trunks, watching as the deep pink material compliments your skin beautifully. a bikini that he wants to see on the floor. “what are they doing?” you watch jay and jake with a small pout.
“hell if i know,” sunghoon trails his gaze up from your feet, with cute pink painted toenails to match your swimsuit. he sees strong, sleek calves followed by plush thighs, ones that he’d love to feel clamped around his head as he makes you see stars. the waist he’d love to grab and bruise in his tight grip, to the toned stomach that he wants to see bulge from the press of his cock deep in your cervix.
his eyes go further, to the cleavage visible in your poor excuse for a bikini top, plump tits nearly spilling out, begging to be sucked and marked. sunghoon can see your nipples poking through the thin fabric and the sight makes his mouth quirk up, fangs urging to nip and bite at them until they stand at attention, begging for more. your shoulders, which would be prettier covered in purple and blue and sprawled out against his white sheets. your neck, begging to be bitten to the point of nearly bleeding, his fangs digging into your delicate skin.
“sunghoon?” you tear him from his thoughts, eyes darting up to meet your gaze. well, fuck, now he’s hard, right when you’re looking at him with your big eyes and pink, pouty lips. pouty lips that never fail to tease him into oblivion, giggling lightly as you manage to press your ass against his bulge at every possible moment. “hoon, can you put this on my back? i can’t reach…”
you lie on your stomach on the lounge chair next to him, turning your head to the side to watch your step brother. he doesn’t move, and you whine, “hoonie, please.”
the tone in your voice makes sunghoon groan, throwing his head back to hide the noise that slips out, not wanting you to see how easily he’s crumbling when he hears you practically beg for him to touch your back. sunghoon knows you’d sound even prettier begging for his cock, squirming in his hold and nearly crying from how good he’s making you feel.
“sure,” sunghoon obliges, rising to his feet before straddling you, sitting on your ass as he squirts a glob of sunscreen into his hand. you reach back and untie the back of your bikini, the sides falling down to allow him to further cover your back. sunghoon feels his dick stir and press against your ass, catching a glimpse of your sideboob as it spills out of your top and lies against the fabric of the chair. you press back against him discreetly, biting on your hand to prevent a moan from tumbling out of your glossy lips. you love the little game you and sunghoon play, pushing further and further until one of you breaks. he’s yet to fuck you, often times stumbling away from you to hide in the bathroom, fucking his fist at the thought of your tight heat wrapped around his achingly hard dick. you continue to hold back, waiting for him to make the first move, trying to protect your heart from him. you don’t want to just be a quick fuck for him.
sunghoon begins at the top of your shoulder blades, rubbing diligently with gentle pressure as he spreads the cream along your upper body. “mmm, feels good, hoonie,” you smile against your hand, eyes flicking back to look at him. you find his gaze trained on your body, taking in the relaxed look of your shoulders. “keep going,” you stir him on, keeping your voice low, feeling his hard on press further into the fat of your ass.
“fuck,” sunghoon mumbles under his breath as he takes another dollop of sunscreen and begins making his way further down your back. it feels so good, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in all the sensations of sunghoon pressed against you, hands wandering and cock stirring against your bikini bottoms. you take in the feeling of sunghoon, his presence overwhelming you deeply and clouding your thoughts with images of your pussy stuffed with his big cock. what you wouldn’t do to have him slide your bottoms to the side and slip right in, wet enough to not need any prep. the thought of his cock filling your hole in the middle of your backyard, right in front of his friends, as he continues to massage your back makes your wetness seep deeper into the flimsy fabric. you wish he’d claim you right here in front of them, not completely oblivious to the feelings both of his friends share for you.
it doesn’t matter how jake and jay feel, though, because you know they could never satisfy you the way sunghoon could. you wouldn’t mind a little fun with them while you wait for sunghoon to finally pounce on you though, like a little warm up before the main event of your step brother bottoming out in your aching hole.
“there you go, princess,” sunghoon ties your bikini top again before rising to his feet, adjusting his swim shorts to conceal his raging boner.
“thank you, hoonie,” you rise to your feet, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek and not waiting for his reaction before approaching the pool, walking down slowly, finally catching the attention of jay and jake. sunghoon blushes lightly at your affection, his heart stirring now alongside the hard on in his trunks.
jay lets go of jake’s head, who bobs back up from underwater. he gasps, pushing his water soaked bangs out of his face as he blinks, adjusting to the bright sun beaming in his eyes once more. “hi, y/n,” jay’s sultry tone makes your knees buckle, but luckily you’re only a few steps into the warm water, able to reach the bottom of the pool with your feet.
“y/n!” jake’s alluring accent makes you smile, his excitement to see you filling your heart with joy. “glad you could join us, it’s always more fun with you here, beautiful.”
you quirk an eyebrow, training your gaze on jake, “is that so?” he nods, approaching you. “if we can convince hoon to come in the pool, we can play chicken,” jake exclaims, “and i’m the strongest base out of all three of us. i’d never let you fall into the pool, angel.” he winks at you, the sight stirring a flutter against your ribcage.
“okay, jakey,” you spare a glance towards sunghoon, who is watching the three of you with a guarded look on his sharp features, his eyes now adorned with sunglasses to shield his true emotions as he waits for his cock to calm down. “hoonie! come join us!”
“he’s refused to get in the pool all day,” jay joins jake at your side, your head feeling a little lighter at the realization of having all three men’s attention on you, with jay and jake both crowding your space intentionally. “even tried to bribe him but he didn’t move.”
“i can think of a way to get him in here,” jake mumble absentmindedly, jay snickering at the off handed comment.
sunghoon sets his sunglasses down, finally feeling like his dick has calmed enough to be in your vicinity once more. he dives into the pool gracefully, head peeking back above the water and pushing the hair from his eyes in one swift, elegant movement. you watch as his shoulders glisten in the sunlight, urging the water to part so you could trail your eyes further down his torso, want to take a peek at his bare skin as you know how hard he’s been hitting the gym recently. the sight of him sweating in the makeshift gym he’s made with jay in your garage always brings you to your knees before you retreat up the stairs and whip out a toy you picked out specifically after hypothesizing how big sunghoon’s cock is.
it’ll never be as good as the real thing, though, and you ache for him to finally give up this back and forth game you’re playing. your resolve is too strong to cave first, afraid that his feelings won’t mirror your own.
“jake wants to play chicken, let me on your shoulders.”
sunghoon obliges with a huff, ducking down to allow jay to hop on his shoulders as jake hoists you up onto his, gripping your plush thighs tightly, glancing up at you with a sly grin on his face. one turn and jake would have his nose pressed into your heat, he imagines how good you’d taste, how warm you’d be as he dove in with his tongue, fingers reaching where he can’t as he eats you like you’re his last meal.
the game begins, jay reaching over and grabbing your arms and shoulders, leaning in to try and throw you off balance. your perky boobs press against his chest and he feels his strength begin to crumble, “stop being so strong!” you whine, pushing against jay as you try to shove him off sunghoon’s broad shoulders. the words hit his ears with a rush, his resolve tumbling down along with his body as both him and sunghoon fall into the water. the realization of you thinking he’s strong rings in jay’s mind as he watches you celebrate above him. “get down from there,” the corner of his mouth tugs up into a smile as he watches you.
“but i like being tall!” you complain, hands reaching down to hold jake’s to keep your balance.
jake squeezes your hands as he tries to lead you off his shoulders, “come on, y/n.”
you shake your head, watching as sunghoon trails his way up your figure to meet your gaze. “y/n,” is all he says before you’re allowing jake to help you down, your stubborn, flirty resolve crumbling instantly under sunghoon’s hard stare.
jay wraps you in his arms as you breach the water again, leading you to squirm in his hold, “jay, let go of meeeee,” you whine, slapping at his shoulders lightly.
“let me hold you, pretty,” jay replies lowly, the timbre in his voice sending heat to your core, “mmf– don’t call me that, jay.”
“yeah?” jay laughs, low and sensual as he holds you, “why, baby?”
you shake you head, shoving to get away from him, unable to hide your whiny tone, “let go!”
his steely voice draws your gaze to meet his, eyes going wide. “you can’t even give me a reason why i should let you go, can you?”
you shake your head meekly, watching his eyes darken as he watches you, eyes darting around your face. “that’s what i thought.” he snakes a hand down your body, relishing in the smooth curve of your hips before resting a hand on your thigh. your breath hitches, glancing over at sunghoon, who is playing basketball with jake merely a few feet away. you miss the way he watches you and jay out of the corner of his eye, jealousy brewing beneath his gorgeous skin.
jay dips down to kitten lick once at the junction that joins your neck to your shoulder, chasing the action with a shallow bite in the same spot as he snakes a hand inside your swim bottoms. you yelp in response to his hand as it swipes through your folds, pinching your clit lightly before retracting his hand and giving your ass a light squeeze.
“i’m hungry!” jake whines.
“come on, i’ll make sandwiches,” jay jumps out of the pool and you watch as the water drips off of his body, highlighting the taut muscles of his back. he grabs his towel, turning back to see you staring, winking at you as you float below him. “you coming, sweetheart?”
you blush at his double entendre, whether intentional or not, and nod lightly, making your way to the stairs. jake steps out, grabbing two towels and waits at the last step. you join jake and he wraps your body in the towel, relishing in the expanses of skin he feels in this fleeting moment.
“can i have a peanut butter and jelly?” you stand next to jay, drying yourself off before tossing the towel into the laundry bin next to the back door, skin now mostly dry with a grumbling stomach.
“whatever you want,” jay smiles, leading the way into the kitchen where he begins grabbing items skillfully, knowing the layout of sunghoon’s kitchen better than sunghoon himself.
sunghoon lags behind, cleaning up the area around the pool outside like a good step brother would. you hoist yourself onto the kitchen island, eyes trained down on jay as he settles the items next to you. he gives your thigh a small squeeze before he begins preparing your sandwich.
jake makes space for himself between your legs, pressing himself into you with a smile. “i’m hungry, angel,” he watches you with a look swimming in his eyes that you’ve seen often on jay, but infrequently on jake. jake is staring at you with want devouring his gaze, his hands resting on the outside of your thighs. “you gonna help me, baby?”
you blush at the implication, “what’re you hungry for?”
jake’s hand reach your waist, gently toying with the ties of your bikini bottoms, his touches burn against your skin, lighting everything aflame with his fingertips. jake leans in close, his lips ghosting over yours, his slightly labored breaths fanning across your skin. “take a guess.”
you shake your head lightly and jake quirks an eyebrow at your disagreement. jay glances over, chuckling deeply, the sound missing your ears as all of your sense are dialed in to jake’s body hovering over you.
jake moves his hands from the strings of your bikini, instead resting them on the inside of your thighs, “don’t even need to take these off, do i, baby?” jake hooks a single finger in the fabric, tugging it to the side, revealing your wet pussy. “mm, jay, look at that,” jake groans, head falling back as he glances at his best friend. jay feels his dick stir at the sight of you exposed for the two of them. “look at you, dirty girl,” jay quips, cutting your sandwich into two triangles before handing you one of them in the middle of the kitchen, where anyone could walk in. “eat,” jay commands and you nod, not knowing the word was for both you and the man between your legs.
jake dives in, testing the waters with a kitten lick at your clit. your hand stills, unable to bring the sandwich to your mouth. jake notices your reaction, flattening his tongue and licking a long stripe this time, dipping through your folds. he moans against your heat, a rumble you feel all the way up in the crown of your head.
“what did i say?” jay asks you and you hesitantly meet his gaze, seeing blown out pupils meet your own. he guides your hand to your mouth, forcing you to take a bite. jay uses his other hand to push jake’s head further into your core. you groan, barely able to swallow your food as you clamp your thighs around jake’s head.
you groan, eyes watching jay and his gaze that’s trained on you. “mmf–” he shoves the sandwich back into your mouth as jake takes a devastatingly long lick before dipping his tongue into your hole. you choke down the bite of food, glancing down at jake, his need to eat you out pouring out in droves that wash over all three of you. jay’s hand never leaves the back of his head, encouraging jake to go deeper.
you hear the backdoor slam gently as sunghoon enters, drying his hair off with a towel. he glances over at the three of you, fire stirring in his stomach as his body goes completely still. sunghoon feels stupidly angry at the display in front of him. his two stupidly horny best friends truly couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, could they? even after he’d endlessly warned them?
sunghoon is determined to show them who you belong to.
“all three of you,” he booms, tossing the towel on the floor, “upstairs. now.”
jake continues lapping at your heat, adding a finger along with his mouth as it dips further into your warm walls. jay yanks him off by his hair, shoving him towards the staircase, knowing how absolutely pussy drunk his best friend gets, a feeling that makes every sound fall on deaf ears when speaking to the blonde man. jake looks dazed before seeing sunghoon standing there, not realizing the man had come inside, considering he was neck deep in your pussy. jay takes the sandwich from your hand and sets it to the side, helping you off the island, no urgency in his actions. jake nearly dashes upstairs, the slightest bit afraid of sunghoon and what he’s going to do, not that he’d ever admit it outloud.
you adjust your bottoms so that they’re covering you fully once more, shame covering your features, cascading over your cheeks and reaching the tips of your ears.
jay steps upstairs slowly, not sparing a glance back at you and sunghoon, who stand alone near the backdoor. sunghoon raises an eyebrow at you, “oh, now you’re shy?” his tone drips venom.
you shake your head lightly before turning to the stairs and trudging up, belly burning at the thought of what sunghoon has planned. you find sunghoon’s room, stepping inside and you’re greeted with the familiarity of his space, one you often spent a lot of time in. mostly teasing sunghoon, pushing him to his breaking point, lingering as long as possible before he’d shove you out with a frenzied lock of the door.
jay is sprawled out on sunghoon’s desk chair, swaying back and forth lazily. jake is sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes trained on the door. you join jake on the bed, meeting his eye for a moment, the fear and need in your eyes overflowing with blink of your long lashes.
“hoon, please don’t be mad–” you beg him, eyes wide as you watch him enter, the familiar sound of the lock twisting behind him.
the anger ruminating off of sunghoon’s body crowds the small space, soaking the air. “i told you two idiots to stay away from her, didn’t i?!” jay rolls his eyes.
“hoon, be for real man. you really thought that would keep us away?” jake watches his younger best friend with a confused look.
“jake hasn’t got his dick wet in so long, hoon, let him have this,” jake throws a pillow towards jay, one which hits him square in the face. “i’m trying to help you, asshole!”
“hoonie, i’m sorry,” you plead, “it just happened.”
“it’s not hoonie anymore, you lost that privilege.”
your face runs cold at his words, sniffling lightly under his intense gaze, “h–hoon, i’m really sorry–”
“yeah? you’re sorry? you’re fucking sorry?” he mocks, squishing your face with one of his veiny hands, “you’re not fucking sorry, you’re just sorry you got caught. but i’ll make you sorry. show you who you really belong to.”
you whimper, heat rushing to your core, nearly dripping out of your bottoms. “lucky for you, i’m a good step brother, so i’ll let you have your fun with jay and jake, princess. just not behind my damn back, and certainly not without me,” he releases his grip on your face. jay glances at hoon, confusion lacing his features. “what are you waiting for, jongseong? i’m giving you permission, just this once.”
“yeah? and what if she doesn’t want it just once, hoonie?”
sunghoon cracks one of his knuckles absentmindedly, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as he hovers above you. “well too fucking bad, that’s not her decision to make.”
jay chuckles darkly as he rises and approaches you, his figure towering over you as he stands next to hoon. “you want us to make you feel good, baby?” he holds your cheek with one of his large hands and you unconsciously lean into his touch, nodding as you look up at him. “daddy will give you whatever you want, angel.”
you moan at the name and glance at sunghoon for guidance, finding him already watching you with a trained gaze. he gives you the smallest nod of permission, the sight of his possessiveness sending wetness dripping into the fabric covering your core. your brain is torn between focusing on the two men in front of you, their presence completely overwhelming you with how close their bodies are pressed to you, not knowing whether to watch jay or sunghoon.
“you want jake to finish eating you out, pretty?” jay strokes his thumb over your chin as he watches your face change, heating up a bit.
“yes.”
“yes what?”
“yes, daddy,” jay groans, “that’s right, good girl.” he lets go of your face as he comes to sit behind you, spreading his legs out so you can sit flush to his back. the hardness of his dick presses into your back and you groan, glancing back at him with lust clouding your gaze.
jake settles himself between your legs, his touch gentle as he finally unties the flimsy material clothing your pussy, tugging on the ties until you reveal yourself to him. jake bites on the plush of your inside thigh, “fuuuuck, look at this pussy.” jake interrupts his own groan by diving in, resuming his movements from merely moments earlier. he grips your thigh tightly with one hand, the other joining his tongue inside your wet heat with two fingers now. he scissors inside, searching for the spot inside you that no doubt makes your eyes roll back.
sunghoon watches your face, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing your eyes to focus on him. “only look at me, slut.” you feel your eyes tearing up a little at his harsh words. “aw, my baby’s gonna cry because i called her a slut? couldn’t even be patient for your brother, had to go fuck my friends because you couldn’t get me to fuck you quick enough, could you? dumb whore.”
you can feel the thoughts slipping from your mind as sunghoon stares deep into your eyes, your own bubbling with tears as he degrades you, the words filling your mind with a mix of shame and desperation. desperation to feel his hands on you, hurting you in the most delicious way then soothing the emotional welts with kisses and a cock kissing your cervix.
jay reaches around your body, palming your tits in his hands, fondling them gently outside of your top. “i’ll fuck you nice and deep, princess, don’t worry.” jay whispers as he trails kisses down your jaw, interspersing harsh sucks in with his actions, hoping to leave a mark.
you feel almost brainless as he touches you, and jake continues working your pussy with his mouth, “mmh– daddy,” you groan as jay pinches one of your nipples through the fabric. you reach behind you, swiftly untying your bikini top and yanking it off your body. “needy girl,” jay presses a kiss behind your ear as he continues his movements, his need growing after feeling you bare beneath his hands. sunghoon takes your top from your hands, throwing it somewhere in the room before catching your lips in a searing, passionate, possessive kiss.
sunghoon, sunghoon, sunghoon is all you can think as he presses against you, hands holding your face tightly, like if he doesn’t you’ll slip from his grasp.
jake’s nose brushes against your clit as he dips back into your heat with a particularly strong lick, fingers reaching deep and finally prodding against your sweet spot. “eugh!–” you moan against sunghoon’s mouth, gasping lightly as jake repeats the same motion. jake grins against your pussy at your reaction, noticing the way your legs are beginning to tremble as the thigh he’s not holding tries to close in on his head. sunghoon pulls away, keeping his face close to yours, his shallow breaths ghosting over your lips. “my naughty little sister, look at you.”
“sweet girl is close, jakey,” jay bites at your neck, “come on, pup, work your magic.” jake’s ears burn at the nickname tumbling from jay’s lips, his cock stirring as he continues his ministrations on your sopping wet core. “you gonna cum for me?” jake speaks into your pussy, the vibrations enhancing your pleasure and you nod fervently, “yes, jake!”
sunghoon’s hand digs into jake’s hair and yanks him off of your clit, causing you to nearly scram from the loss of contact, “h-hoonie please!”
“naughty girls don’t get to cum, do they jay?” sunghoon watches jay with a small smirk adorning his plump lips, watching jay’s nose twitch slightly. “i think she deserves it, making jakey feel so good down there.”
sunghoon glances down at jake, who he now notices is panting loudly, fighting to dive back in to lick further at your core. “he’s close, too, hoon, don’t blue ball our friend.” jake whimpers the longer sunghoon holds him by his hair, far away from any skin that he can suck and bite.
“fine,” sunghoon relents, glancing up at jay, “but no more requests from you, daddy,” he says the nickname with a mocking tone, watching his best friend continue to fondle your breasts lightly. you gasp at jake’s return to your core, the man between your legs quickly slides two fingers in beside his tongue. “and you keep your eyes on me when you cum.” you nod quickly, babbling a small, “yes, hoonie,” breathlessly.
jake prods against that special spot in your gummy walls repeatedly, licking deep inside next to his two fingers. his nose rubbing incessantly against your clit paired with jay biting your skin and gripping your breasts has you tumbling to the edge. jay aids you, pinching harshly against one of your nipples as he whispers, “go ahead, babygirl, let go.”
your eyes dart to sunghoon, who’s already staring at you with need swimming in his irises. you hold his gaze as you cum with a loud moan, body going limp as the pair continue their motions, working you through your orgasm. your vision is blurry and limbs fuzzy as you come down from your high, body bathed in heat as you still feel three pairs of hands all over you. you whine as you come back into your mind, trying to push jake away.
sunghoon groans lowly at the sight of you cumming under his best friends, trying to keep his composure, vowing to himself to make you cum harder.
jake sits up, a cocky grin on his lips as he collects the cum from his face with his fingers and shoves them into jay’s mouth. you lean back, watching as jay sucks it all off of jake’s fingers. you blush, body feeling hot knowing he’s eagerly sucking your essence off the other man’s gorgeous fingers. jay pulls off with a pop, his attention turning back to you.
“you gonna let us fuck you, baby?” you glance up at your stepbrother for permission. sunghoon brings his hands to grip onto your hips, rubbing his thumbs on your skin, each movement spreading fire across your body as he burns you with his gentle yet possessive touch. “is that what you want?” you nod, looking up at sunghoon with wide eyes, “want all three of you,” you tell him with a pout. sunghoon groans lowly, masking it by kissing your lips chastely.
“my baby,” he whispers with a smile, one that hides his need to take you right here in front of both of his friends. sunghoon decides to let you have your fun, knowing this will be the last time you fuck anyone besides him for the rest of your life. “just this once, okay?” you nod with a smile that matches his own, hiding your need to be claimed by your step brother deep within your expression, “yes, sir.”
a moan escapes his throat, “fuck, don’t call me that right now or i’ll kick these two idiots out and take you all for myself.”
“later?” he nods in response before stepping back, watching with a trained gaze as you interact with his best friends. you reach out to play with the hem of jake’s swim shorts, “go ahead,” jay smiles, always wanting to please you. you see hoon nod at you from the corner of your eye, so you take it as permission to continue.
you pull jake’s shorts down slowly, gasping as his cock springs up, hard and veiny, his mushroom tip blushing as you take in the sight of him, so so long with a decent girth.
“you too, jay,” you pull yourself from his lap, crawling to the center of the bed. you watch jay tug his own shorts down, tossing them somewhere across the room. jay’s thickness alone makes your eyes go wide, knowing he’s going to absolutely stretch you out with how wide he is. his length is nothing to scoff at either, especially not knowing he’ll be rearranging your guts shortly enough.
jake glances over at sunghoon for a moment, “can i fuck her in the ass, hoon?”
sunghoon doesn’t reply, glancing at jay for a moment with a quirked eyebrow. jay pushes jake onto the bed, forcing his best friend to settle against the pillows. “no, i’m fucking her ass.” jay tells him, lifting you like you weigh nothing, groaning as you take in the sight of his bulging biceps. “mmh– you’re so strong…” you drool as you watch jake stroke himself a few times to ensure he’s fully hard for you.
jay lifts you and jake holds his dick, the two working in tandem to slide you onto jake’s length, the action making you wonder just for a moment if they’ve done this before. his tip sits against your hole for a moment, pulling a whimper from your lips and returning your mind to the present moment, before he’s breaching your wet heat, the stretch delicious as you sink lower and lower until you feel his pelvis pressed against your own.
sunghoon takes his shorts off before kneeling next to the three of you, the sight of him being even bigger than both of his friends has you drooling and leaking around jake’s cock.
“fuck–” you moan, body feeling limp, his strong hands on your hips being the only thing to hold you upright. jake loses all restraint after feeling himself bottoming out inside of you, his insistent thrusts making you fall into his chest. “fuck, baby,” jake groans, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your tight hole wrapped around his aching dick. “pussy’s heaven.”
jay moves while you’re still distracted, tip poking against your tightened rim. your eyes go wide, glancing back at him. “it’s okay, baby, it’ll feel good, don’t worry, princess,” he presses a kiss to your lower back to soothe you. jay holds your ass cheeks apart so he can watch the slide. he spits down on your fluttering hole so he can slip in easier, pressing just the tip inside as you’re rocked against jake’s length. “ah!–” you scream at the intrusion, his cock nearly splitting you open as jay stills for just a moment. he rubs your cheeks with his thumb, nearly cumming right there from feeling how tight you’re wrapped around his cock. “jay, ‘s too big,” you mumble.
“you can take it, angel girl,” he tells you, his weeping dick being further enveloped in your impossibly tight hole as you whimper and squirm beneath him.
sunghoon interrupts any further ramblings about any of them being too big by bringing your face down to his length and tapping your cheek with his cock. he smacks your cheek again before resting it against your lips for a moment. you eagerly open up, taking him in. sunghoon groans at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth sucking him in so easily. he fists your hair in his hand, beginning to manipulate your mouth up and down his cock, knowing you’re probably already too fucked out to be able to bob up and down on your own accord.
“there you go,” jay whispers once he’s fully inside. you feel double stuffed, no, triple stuffed. the sensation is completely new to you as you cry out with nonsensical pants and moans, gripping onto sunghoon’s thick thighs.
you feel their cocks inside you moving in tandem, jay more controlled and pointed as jake nearly crumbles inside of you, all control slipping out of him the moment he breached your warm heat. sunghoon is controlled with his thrusts in and out of your mouth, holding strong in his resolve despite how fucking warm and tight your mouth feels wrapped around him. the push and pull is delicious, your body being tugged this way and that, sandwiched between the three men deliciously.
jake can feel jay’s thick cock through the thin wall that separates them, “fuck, you should feel this pussy, jay,” jake moans, “bet she could fit us both.”
“mm, our good princess could fit both of us in her tiny hole, couldn’t she?” jay teases, the words nearly making you drip down jake’s length. you can feel jake’s thrusts becoming even sloppier, and jay is speeding up behind you. sunghoon has switched from using your hair to move you against his length to thrusting up into your mouth instead, reaching deeper than before, his cockhead fucking against the back of your throat deliciously. jay reaches around, thumbing at your hardened nub with practiced expertise, biting into your shoulder.
you hear sunghoon’s voice from above you, dark and biting with his words, “don’t you dare fucking cum inside, jake.”
“fuck, i–i’m close,” jake groans, his thrusts never ceasing. you can sense it in the air, both men that are pressed so deep inside of you are nearing their ends, with sunghoon not far behind. jake becomes sloppier, panting loudly in need as jay keeps pressing himself deeper, forcing his cock to stretch your hole further with his girth in every move.
“jay,” jake groans and jay tugs you off jake’s dick before you feel liquid hitting your stomach. jake paints your abdomen with cum, watching in awe as it slides down your soft skin slowly. jay plants kisses all over your shoulderblade, “fuck, you fit so tight around me, baby, gonna cum inside this tight little asshole of yours.”
jay’s thrusts pull you away from sunghoon’s cock. your step brother moves instead to begin fondling your tits with practiced intention, his grip sending shockwaves through your system, “fuck, daddy–” jay cums deep inside, pressing his hips flush against your as you milk his cock.
jay pants, glancing up at sunghoon, who is watching him expectantly. jay pulls out slowly, watching the cum drip from your hole with a deep groan. “fuck, look at that.”
“alright, move out of the way.” sunghoon commands to the duo after only a beat, still massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples, “i don’t care where you go, you can watch for all i care, just get the fuck off my bed.”
jake, tumbles off the bed onto the floor, utterly spent and too tired to even stand. jay takes a seat at the desk, watching with a lust filled gaze.
“gonna fuck you the way you deserve, baby. you’ll never want another man to even look at you once i slip inside…” you open your eyes again to see sunghoon sitting before you. his dick sits hard right in front of your eyes. now, no longer distracted by the two other men that were once surrounding you, the sight stirs heat inside your stomach, his girth and length surpassing both of his friends that just destroyed you from the inside out.
“fuck, hoonie–” you stare up at him, tongue nearly lolling out of your mouth at the sight of his length.
“my sweet angel girl,” sunghoon coos at you, a different, new emotion taking over his previous jealousy and possessiveness, “waited so long for this pussy, can’t believe you made your brother wait for you.” he wraps your legs around his waist, holding them there as he presses his tip against your fluttering hole. you groan at the sensation, trying to wiggle your hips to entice him to slip inside. he tightens his grip on the underside of your knees, a warning for your disobedience.
your eyes roll back as he pulls away before yelping as he smacks your clit with his bulbous tip. you glance down at his cock sitting near where you oh so desperately need him, the veins matching the ones on his hands that make you groan.
you’d gotten that part right with your attempted sunghoon replica dildo.
“hoonie,” you whimper, “‘m sorry…”
“i know, baby,” sunghoon captures your lips in a gentle kiss, “but now that i have you, you better not even think about leaving.” he punctuates his words by pressing his tip inside, almost cumming on the spot at the feeling of finally having you enveloping his dick in your perfect little hole. “fuck, pussy’s so perfect and i only have the tip in.” you’re nearly able to cum again just from the feeling of his mushroom head fitting snugly inside your abused hole.
“fuck, hoonie,” you whimper, grasping at his large biceps for stability as he slides in achingly slow, wanting to savor the feeling of every part of your walls sucking him in. “need you.”
“need you too baby.” sunghoon presses kisses on your cheeks, moving one of his hands from the underside of your knee to your lower back, angling you closer. you feel him even deeper inside you with this action and you glance down, seeing even more length left. “you have all of me now, don’t even worry angel. hoonie will take care of you.”
“mmh– sir you’re so big,” you whimper as sunghoon finally bottoms out inside of you.
“yeah? my baby’s dildos she got as a stand in for me aren’t as big as the real thing, are they?” sunghoon taunts, a wave of embarrassment flooding over you. you shake your head, “they aren’t–”
your sentence is halted by sunghoon pulling all the way out, just the tip still sitting inside your warm walls, before shoving back in, his tip bruising your cervix with a single thrust.
“i know my baby, you just wanted your big brother so bad that you had to get one you thought was the same size, didn’t you?”
you shake your head, “n-no!”
“don’t lie, princess,” sunghoon continues pulling all the way out to the tip before sliding back inside with a quick movement, the action yanking gasps and moans from your throat. “it’s okay, angel. but i need you to throw all of those away now, okay?”
you nod fervently, wanting so deeply to please sunghoon, wanting his big cock to stretch you open like you’ve fantasized about for months now, never before having the courage to do more than a little light teasing with him.
“h-hoonie,” you whine, staring up at him with wide eyes and blown out pupils, the sight of you staring up at him with want and need and lust swimming in your gaze making him nearly bust on the spot. “i know, pretty, hoonie’s got you,” sunghoon shoves himself back in your heat, stilling for a moment before moving his hand that’s holding your leg to your abdomen, pressing against your lower stomach. “look at that, angel.” you feel a bit of drool dribble out of your mouth at the sight of him pressed so deep inside, a bulge easily visible. “pretty little girl was made for her step brother’s cock, wasn’t she?”
you groan as he somehow pushes even deeper into you, “h-hoon!” you scream, panting as he takes one of your hands and slides it to meet the delicate skin of your tummy, feeling him prodding inside your hole so deep that you feel him on the outside, too. “mm, that’s my good girl, taking everything i give you.” sunghoon begins thrusting again, the harsh movements shoving you up and down along the bed as the headboard slams against the wall with each yank of his cock in your tight hole.
sunghoon slides his hand down from his tip protruding through down to your clit, rubbing in a skilled pattern along your hardened nub. “mmf– fuck!”
“that’s it baby, gonna milk this cock, aren’t you?” you’re unable to answer, clamping tightly around him, making sunghoon’s balls feel ready to burst. “hoonie! i-i’m cumming–” you cry, staring up at him with teary eyes. the sensations overwhelm you as he pounds deep into you, rubbing your clit with rough fingers, hoping to chase your impending orgasm. the rubber band in your tummy snaps and you cum with a loud moan and a choked sob, clutching onto sunghoon’s biceps to keep yourself stable.
“fuck, baby, so fucking tight,” sunghoon’s eyes are clamped shut, head leaned back as he chases his own release as you encase his cock in a vice grip. “gonna cum so deep inside you, baby, and you’re gonna take it all, my good girl.” one particularly sharp thrust pulls a loud moan from his throat as he stills, pressing his pelvis flush with yours. cum paints your fluttering walls with long spurts, seemingly never ending.
sunghoon doesn’t move, keeping himself pressed as deep inside as possible. your head returns from the clouds slowly, smiling at the feeling of being absolutely stuffed.
“mm, hoonie–” you smile softly, leaning to hide your face against his arm.
“my good girl,” he cups your face with one hand, tracing your cheek with his thumb gently. “alright tweedledee and tweedledum, get the fuck out.” sunghoon glances at jay and jake, who both have fresh spurts of cum painted across their abdomens.
you look at them both, giggling lightly, “first and last time someone’s looking at you like that,” he tells you with conviction, his voice low, before capturing your lips in a gentle, slow kiss.
“you’ve always been a weird one, hoon,” jay teases, cleaning himself with tissues before throwing the box to jake. “and that’s saying a lot, because we know jakey boy here.”
“fuck off, jay,” jake snides, “you like it when i put my fingers in your mouth.”
sunghoon raises an eyebrow at his best friends, “you two are strange…” he chuckles, still nestled deep in your warm pussy. “can’t believe i actually allowed you to fuck my girl.” he makes a disgusted face before glancing between the pair with a steely gaze. the phrase ‘my girl’ makes your pulse quicken and your face feel hot. “this was one time, you understand me? had to show you fuckers how it’s done, you didn’t even make her cum again after you both got your dicks wet. if you even so much as breathe in her direction after this, i’ll chop your fucking dicks off.”
sunghoon smirks lowly as he feels you grow wet again at his possessiveness, still fucked out beneath him but almost fully coherent. the way he clings tightly to you even after cumming inside you makes your heart flutter against your ribcage.
“jesus christ, okay!” jay raises his hand in a surrendering motion, rising to his feet. he leads jake to the door, shoving him out in front of him. “i don’t like when he puts his fingers in my mouth, by the way.” jay says, watching hoon.
“sure you don’t, jay.” sunghoon winks at him, cock beginning to grow once more from the warm heat he’s still wrapped in, “close the door.” jay shuffles out, shutting the door behind him.
sunghoon returns his attention to you, a gentle smile gracing his plump lips, showing you a glance of his pretty fangs. “hi, pretty girl.”
“hi, hoonie,” you giggle, watching him with adoration in your gaze.
“you kept me waiting all that time, what a tease you are, baby.” sunghoon shakes his head lightly, beginning to thrust again, fucking the cum mixture back into your hole.
“i–i was scared,” you admit through gentle thrusts, little ah ah ah’s and grunts and whimpers dotted between your words, “didn’t know if you liked me back, hoonie…”
sunghoon groans lowly at your admission, his heart hurting a bit at your words as he stuffs himself deep inside with slower, harsher thrusts, “why wouldn’t i like you back, baby? you’re absolutely perfect.”
“i didn’t know if it was in the same way as me,” you tell him, wide eyes watching his face.
“it is, baby,” sunghoon kisses you, slow and gentle. you feel every single vein adorning his length as he rocks in and out of you pointedly, “i like you so so much, need you to be my girl.”
“are you really gonna cut their dicks off?”
you moan as his thrusts increase in speed and become rougher, “had to show them who you belong to, since they had no fucking problem touching what’s mine behind my back.”
“mm– i’m all yours, hoonie,” you cry out as he tweaks one of your nipples, the other hand running up and down the length of your body as if he’s trying to memorize every curve.
“yeah?” the words make his cock twitch, “gonna cum inside you again, baby, so deep that i knock you up, my beautiful little sister.”
you moan loudly, so close to the edge already from his pointed thrusts and calculated finger on your nub, “yesyesyes! please hoonie fill me up again, need to feel your cum inside me again! need it so bad–” you beg with your wide eyes, babbling endlessly because you’re oh so close, and he’s already fucked you out of your brain, “please fill me up, sir, please please please!” your hands splay over his back, a particularly harsh thrust making you dig your nails into his perfect skin instinctively, not wanting him to pull away.
“fuck, baby,” he groans, “give me another one, you can do it,” his voice is commanding this time, pulling you the edge and propelling you over, cum rushing out of you. the tightness of your heat around his dick and the pain of the nails raking along his back has sunghoon shoving in deep and cumming once more, pushing it as deep as it can possibly go in your wet pussy.
sunghoon crumbles, falling gently atop your still shaking body. you relish at the feeling of his sticky, sweaty chest laying atop your own. peace washes over you, knowing the push and pull you and your step brother have been engaging in for months is finally over.
“fuck, i love you,” sunghoon presses kisses across the expanse of your face. “i’ve waited so long and you’re finally mine.”
“yours?” your gentle voice is music to sunghoon’s ears.
sunghoon presses a kiss into the junction of your neck and shoulder, sucking a bruise, “yes, mine.” he says with finality, and the way your eyes go wide at his words makes him think you must love him, too.
warnings: angsty angst, domestic abuse, internalised homophobia, disgustingly sweet fluff, f slur, extremely suggestive content. MDNI (feel free to let me know if i’ve missed any)
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heavily inspired by song ➤ love me not - ravyn lenae
being enrolled in an all boys boarding school was the best thing that happened to you— even though it took half a day to travel there. 13 hours in the air was enough to aggravate you.your temper was already legendary. you’d refuse to listen to anyone because all advice given was useless. you learnt that the hard way, your friends pressuring you to confess to your long term crush in 5th grade, the rejection was brutal. the bullying that came after was worse. this and several other embarrassing experiences drilled the belief that everyone else was to blame— your parents couldn’t handle it. couldn’t handle the reoccurring lectures, the getting numerous phone calls from your school each week that passed— they had enough. the beatings they gave you made it traumatising. you can’t fuel a fire and expect it to extinguish. sending you away wasn’t really a choice. it was their last resort.
this boarding school just happened to be across the world, australia to be specific. the place you’ve visited several times throughout the years, your second home that actually felt like home. the benefits keep racking up, don’t they? there you were stood at the gates, looking up at the building you’ll spend the rest of your weekdays. de celis academy. your neck began to cramp— you decided to just walk in and head to their reception area. the creak of the gates opening was enough to cause the birds that were lounging on the rooftops to disperse— squawking and squeaking. the doors were already open, waltzing in whilst admiring the interior— there were awards for everything. academic awards, sporting awards, attendance awards, trophies. it seems like you’d break their streak of high achievers.
the woman at the front desk cleared her throat— causing you to snap back into reality. “y/n l/n?”
how did she know your name already? it left you stunned yet anxious, palms already sweating. you promised yourself to start fresh here— these people didn’t know who you truly were, they didn’t know the havoc that trailed after you each time you settled in somewhere. maybe your previous school told them— before your brain could create any more scenarios you blurt out.
“how’d you-?” she cut you off immediately as if she knew your question before you spoke.
“we don’t usually accept new pupils.”
she grumbled as she slammed a key onto the desk in which shook due to the force of the key she held colliding with the table.
“your dormitory, you’ll share with three other students. behave.”
you gulp as you nod. the longer you put up the shy boy facade, the quicker it’ll crack, you knew that but you couldn’t risk a bad reputation in a whole other country—that would speak volumes on the person you truly are.
you walked up 3 flights of stairs, panting once each lead to another, your suitcase being heavy with clothes and jewellery wasn’t helping. the stairways were decorated with no technology rules, causing you to huff harder. looking up again, there was your door. these would be the first students you’d see. meeting them a day before school starts. would they even be in there, it was a sunday.
you shoved the key in and turned it, then your hot palm wrapped around the knob, twisting then pushing. revealing two boys ontop of eachother, sprawled on the couch. fighting brutally for a remote— then one pointing and laughing at them. the one very clearly losing the fight had slicked back hair, eyes like a black cat, the one ontop of him had extremely pale skin, several beauty marks on his face and fangs you could spot even through a short glimpse— the one laughing had caught your gaze for a while longer, his smile was wide, carrying a carefree aura, his hair fluffy, lips plump but the moment his eyes locked onto yours. everything paused. his smile faded, contorting to a look of confusion. everyone exchanged confused glances.
“who’s this guy?” the one exempt from fighting chuckled. “your new dorm mate…hah…” you awkwardly state. with that he sprung up, approaching you. his height was intimidating but it his intentions were obviously innocent. “what’s your name?” he raised an eyebrow and smiled. “y/n, y/n l/n” you muttered. “well l/n, i’m jake.” he smiled wider as he shook your hand. jake turns towards the boys who are still ontop of eachother. “that’s sunghoon.” the pale boy waves. “that’s jay” he also waves but speaks—“pleasure to meet you.” he says with his voice strained, causing you to chuckle. jake starts again:
“it’s always just been the three of us— but i hope we all get along.” he smiles. it was like watching a solar eclipse, so beautifully blinding. you remain stationary before jake takes your suitcase out of your hands, lifting it up with ease and showing you to your area.
the dorm was quite large, yet there were still 2 sets of bunk beds to increase space for desks— to each their own— after all it was a boarding school. your uniform was delivered later that day. it was a blazer coloured black with red outline. as well as a tie intertwined with the colours black and red. it looked better than all of your previous school uniforms in korea—that was for sure.
you’d always found it difficult to sleep somewhere new— this was different. you knew you were safe. you knew you wouldn’t have to endure the stereotypes that surrounded you at your previous school. that’s all in the past. completely jet lagged, you fell asleep straight after unpacking and showering— without eating or wanting to get to know your roommates more. you chose the top bunk, the one above sunghoon. jake also had the top bunk, his bed right across the room. “he’s not bad.” sunghoon whispered, jay nodded afterwards. “atleast he’s clean.” he chuckled after agreeing with sunghoon. eventually the dorm was quiet, everyone finally sleeping. everyone but jake— he remained awake, reading eagerly. with the way he was reacting, you could mistake the literature in his hands for a piece of 19th century poetry. it was a comic book. one that was in everything but crisp condition, hidden in his desk drawers.
once the clock struck 2am, jake finally went to bed. yawning as he collapsed onto his bed. he turned his head, only to be met with you curled up like a burrito, in a deep slumber. it’s as if he could feel your warmth from a few metres away, smiling as he falls asleep.
mondays were stress. the rushing, the noise, the travel. today felt different. quieter. easier. you woke up warm. the room was still dark, the sun not even close to rising yet. you grab your phone to check the time. it flashes 6AM at you, a soft sigh escaped your lips. better early than late, hm? you sat up slowly, your body immediately engulfed in goosebumps as the cold winter morning vibes linger in the air. grabbing the cotton jumper you folded prior. it was huge, way too big, but pulling it on felt like stepping into a warm cottage. mondays don’t usually feel like this.
just as you were about to lower yourself further down the bunk bed ladder, your morning grogginess betrays you. a step miscalculated leading to you stumbling off of the top bunk and into the hands of your guardian angel.
“woah careful!” he whisper shouts as his hands grab your shoulders. you turn around to reveal an energetic jay.
“thank you so much” your voice is shaky and filled with sleep. he smiles at you.
“i was coming to get you anyways! breakfast is ready, jake and hoon are already eating!”
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“hmm truth or dare, y/n!” there all four of you sat on the L shaped couch in the student lounge at break, the three of the boys smiling at eachother as sunghoon repeats the question. “truth or dare~!” he teases you in a sing-song manner.
“this game is so stup-”
“it’s tradition!” jake swung his arm around your shoulders. “yeah don’t be a pussy we aren’t that scary.” jay did the same. you let out a shaky sigh and murmur—
“truth…”
“what was that?” sunghoon poked fun at you again.
“truth!” you snapped back, now slightly giggling.“when was your most recent relationship and why did it end?” jake blurts out, the silence following afterwards was deafening until you broke it. “well…i’ve never been in a relationship?” three pairs of eyes widened as you flinch at their reactions.
“never?!”
“never…” jake pats you on the back, “someday you’ll find the girl of your dreams!” the comment earned a few snickers before you spoke up again. “well actually-” you cut yourself off immediately. not yet. i can’t tell them yet.
“hm?” jake leaned closer. so close you could feel his warm breath on your neck. the blaring of the bell snapped you out of it, saved by the bell.
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legs spread, his tongue teasing your rim as you cry out constantly.
“f-fuck!” you whine uncontrollably, throwing your head back as your desperate fingers latch onto his hair when he hums against you, the vibration reverberating through your sweating body.
you may ask— “how did this happen?” and in truth, one thing lead to another…you, jake, sunghoon and jay decided on a beach day.
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“don’t splash me, you fucking pig!” sunghoon’s scream echoes over the sound of water clashing against land, jake constantly shoving gallons of water in his face as he giggles. you sit down on the sand, shielding your face from the blazing australian sun. it’s already been 11 months— no calls, no check-ins, just pure fun and education. you feel yourself healing, away from home, away from the troubles you had once created for yourself, the ones that people made you share fake apologies for. it’s all in korea. somewhere you’re not.
jay’s head lays on your lap, a hat covering his face as he sleeps peacefully, the warmth of his body relaxing you further. the boys have been nothing but help to you, they’ve completely taken you in, completely unaware of the person you truly are. yet, a thought echoes in your mind.
“how long will it take them to find out?”
that alone causes your heart to ache.
you decide to enjoy it whilst it lasts, your fingers grabbing your phone and snapping photos continuously. you lift jay’s hat to get a picture of his sleeping face. seeing the world through your phone camera, you look back up at sunghoon and jake— they’re no longer fighting, actually, they’re making their way back towards you.
all you could do was stare. where the fuck was his shirt? you’ve seen him without one several times, but this is different. as jake walks, his smile never falters, skin glistening in the sun, completely sun-kissed. how could someone look so beautiful? his hair sways in the soft breeze— slightly grown out— his abs. just that alone makes your stomach churn, water runs down his body as if it never wants to let him go.
“fucking hell, i wish i was one of those droplets”
“hm?”
what you didn’t notice was the fact that jay had woken up and caught you staring.
“what?”
he laughs “that was so gay!” he turns to jake, who’s now only three meters away.
“you like him?”
“what?! no!!” you quickly push out, receiving his ‘don’t lie to me’ face. there goes your secret. the moment you saw jake it was like the world froze, he looked so…tangible. yet you wouldn’t dare touch him, even though skin-ship was something you thought drew people closer. you have pretty close contact with both jay and sunghoon— never jake. you couldn’t have him knowing. you couldn’t take that risk.
“maybe…” you whisper, getting back a smile.
“you should go for it y/n. you have time don’t you? no calls home yet!” jay has always been there for you, it seems as if nothing shocks him anymore when it comes to you, these eleven months have consisted of him taking care of you and you being eternally grateful.
and before you knew it there you all were, in the water, splashing around, laughing and singing under the harsh australian moonlight— drunk off your minds.
“jay— fuck! stop pinching me!” you groaned, tired of his shenanigans.
“what? i’m not even touching you psycho!” he retorts, completely slurred.
“ah sorry y/n, that was me, thought you were sunghoon.” jake giggles.
“well in that case, it’s fine…” you mumble, gaining a confused hum.
his giggle. fuck, that was enough for your drunken body to decide it was tonight. tonight was the night you’d risk it all for him— your reputation, friends, dignity. all for him.
before you knew it, you are already moving back towards him, drunkenly chuckling at the eye contact you both so awkwardly held— or was it jay’s intoxicated attempt at singing ‘dancing queen’?— you weren’t sure and didn’t care. not when his hair swayed so elegantly, his hands so veiny, his voice smooth yet velvety. he’s perfect.
“y/n?”
“yeah?”
“…too close…”
that’s when you noticed you hadn’t stopped at an appropriate time, chests pushed together, breathing now hitched.
“jake?”
“yeah?”
“shut up…”
you took the opportunity to finally close the remaining space between the two of you, lips now tangled, saliva now swapped, tongues dancing in the heat of drunken mouths. he groans softly as you bite down sloppily on his plump bottom lip. it was as if the world had stopped and finally put things in your favour. you loved every single second of it. your body buzzed with pure joy, relief even.
the same veiny hands you worshipped secretly, now dragging at the skin of your waist. the water’s frightening cold temperature no longer mattered as the heat of both bodies radiated heavily.
through the muffle of alcohol and the alluring feel of jake’s lips, you notice yourself growing dizzy, shoulders carrying an immense weight.
chapter 11. truth untold.
pairing: trust fund baby!jake x college student fem!reader
An unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker lead to Sim Jaeyun 'dating' his best friend's childhood crush!
or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in an attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.
11. TRUTH UNTOLD
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note - self sabotage baddies unite!!! oh poor y/n, she’ll learn. insane work they’ve been way more than casual from the start, she’s in denial don’t hate her lol. anyway had to add some (tiny) angst cause after all this was fake dating trope. yearning jake incoming ;)
"HOW MUCH MONEY do you think Bianca would give me to break up with you and move across the world so she can force your marriage?"
"Are you telling me you could be bought?" Jake muses, raising a brow as he lazily lifts his head. You pull your gaze away from your phone, a cheeky smile forming on your features as you nod.
"As long as it's enough to buy me a plot of land, build a big ass house, and never have to work again? Hell yeah," You shrug, holding the phone out to show Bianca's user that continued to monitor your account like a hawk, not following you but ensuring to be one of the first to view any stories posted.
Jake's hands that were massaging your feet came to a halt. He shakes his head, rolling his eyes at the familiar user that has done the exact same to him recently and he gently pulls the device from your grasp. You groan, watching as his nimble fingers slide across the screen, presumably going to block the account before he clicked it off. He places the phone on the coffee table, a cheeky smile sent your way as he moves his way up your body.
You rose a brow, the coldness of his hands trailing up your skin, slightly lifting up the oversized lounge shirt you were wearing over the tiny pajama shorts you've been in all day. Things have been quiet, you were almost certain the gala night would've brought significantly more problems but aside from internet stalking and Bianca and Minjun flaunting their relationship as if it were a match made in heaven, nothing had come of it.
Which you were thankful for. No more run-ins with Minjun and things have been surprisingly easy with Jake's family. You've had two dinners with his brother and Nani since then, and a handful of phone calls with his mom over the past two weeks where she's insisted on having a weekend in Jeju soon which his father strongly encouraged.
It was safe to say you hit it off in the Sim family. Part of you felt bad, lying to basically everyone, putting on a seemingly perfect relationship that no one suspected, and it made you feel worse considering you liked them.
Things were.. weird. Too real at this point, overwhelming and almost scary. You didn't realize when, but there was a definite shift in your relationship with Jake and the lines blurred into nothing. You had no idea what a fake relationship was supposed to be like, but you knew there was dangerous territory you've fallen into.
The worst part was you refused to bring it up.
"You know," Jake starts, his words hummed against your skin, breath whispered in the crook of your neck. He had you trapped beneath him, one hand wrapped around your waist while his other kept his weight balanced above you, keeping just enough pressure between you. "I have more than enough capabilities to make that your reality now, the only thing would be to keep you by my side instead of chasing you away,"
Your body tenses. Jake felt it, the shift in your demeanor, the way you managed to pull back just enough to catch a glance of his side profile. Your eyes pinched shut, a deep sigh leaving your lips.
"Jae..."
"Don't," Jake interrupts quickly. "Don't say anything," He mumbles, shaking his head as he pulls himself up. You follow, propping yourself up on your elbows and eyes tracing his figure. You felt the tug in your chest, the same unspoken conversation repeating more consistently over the past week but nothing ever came of it.
Every time you found the courage to say something; he'd stop you. The two of you knew exactly what it was, the boundary that's been crossed too many times, the fact that you were far too close for it to be casual. But he wouldn't let that harsh truth sink in yet, not while he could still play pretend and you hadn't pushed for anything less.
Jake clears his throat. His head lifts up, eyes meeting your own and sporting a less than perfect smile, the gesture not quite reaching his eyes. His hand finds your own, lifting your knuckles to his lips for a lingering kiss that seemed to sting, heat running through your body and throat dry, unable to speak even though you desperately knew it was on the brink of spilling out.
"Forget about what you want to say today, I promise I'll make it worth it,"
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YOU SHIFTED IN your seat, thighs pressed together and hands folded neatly in your lap. You were dressed up, an elegant well fitting dress hugged your body, the shawl you grabbed in a hurry something you were thankful for considering it stayed snug over your shoulders warming you in the air conditioned restaurant.
It was busy, low mood lighting and candles on the tables being the majority of the illumination in the dimly lit building that was filled at each table. Jake had disappeared to the bathroom a moment ago, leaving you patiently waiting at the table tucked away in the corner, a little secluded from everyone else but you still felt out of place in the upscale restaurant you were certain nearly always required a reservation a few weeks out.
When Jake offered to take you out for dinner earlier, an attempt to break the tension from the morning, you agreed without much thought. You presumed it would've been casual, somewhere you've been before and both liked but when he dropped you off with a plain bag, one you weren't allowed to open until you were inside, and forced you to promise to wear it for tonight—it should've been your first indicator.
You had called Jake in a panic, noting the rather expensive looking article of clothing you didn't need but conveniently fit you to a tee. He insisted, stating it would match his own outfit as he wanted to take you someplace you can play dress up—something you mentioned in passing stating how getting fancy for a date once in a while seemed fun.
What you didn't realize was that your version of fancy was an entirely different tax bracket than his. It was hard, constantly reminding yourself he was loaded while simultaneously acting like any other average college student who survived off of air-fryable food and ramyeon. Even his car wasn't as flashy as it could've been, definitely on the pricier side considering it was a Lexus but still attainable for the average person.
So when you reached the restaurant, Jake pulling into the valet and handing off the keys to a worker prepped and ready, your door being opened by another employee who held out a hand for you to climb out, you felt the sense of money required to dine here. Sleek formal attire, required dress code, dim lighting and quiet murmurs even with the building filled.
The menu listed entrees in a confusing manner, extravagant words in an attempt to seem more pleasing but in reality they were basic dishes aside from the high quality meats and vast options of seafood. You pursed your lips as you glanced at the laminated paper, a lack of prices not doing much to ease your mind.
Jake slipped back into his seat a moment later, his white button up rolled up his forearms, his coat draped over the chair. It baffled you how well put together he seemed, it was almost annoying how slipping on slacks and a nice shirt elevated his looks—though he was attractive as is but he truly seemed in his element when in formal attire that took little effort compared to your hair and makeup that you stressed to match the elegant dress on your body.
"Somethin' on my face?" Jake smirks, velvety words ringing through your ears and pulling you from your inner thoughts. You click your tongue, gaze falling back down to the menu to instead find which entree you'd guess would be the least expensive.
The candle in the middle of your table danced, the flame flickering every so often, the illumination creating an intimate atmosphere. Jake's eyes lingered on you, tracing the slope of your cheeks, the slight pinch of your brows, and the way your hands played with the edge of the menu absentmindedly.
His foot nudged yours beneath the table. You jumped, quick to pull your leg back to ensure he wouldn't accidentally step on you considering you wore open toed heels. You frown your brows, tilting your head in question as to why he decided that was the way to gain your attention.
"Yes?"
"What's wrong?" You swallow the lump in your throat at his words. He sat across from you, eyes doe-y and pooled with concern beneath the surface.
"I feel weird," You admit, embarrassed by your lack of better words. Gesturing around, you place down the menu with a small sigh. "This feels.. it's too much Jake," He stiffens, sitting up straighter and clearing his throat. "I don't understand why we're here—"
"—it's a date,"
"We're not supposed to actually be together," You finally rush out. Your eyes shut upon impulse, wincing at the harsh tone but a small part of you felt relief. The other part of you felt instant regret though as you're met by Jake looking utterly disheartened, the light in his eyes seemed to dim, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth attempting to remain composed.
"It's just a date __," He says, words clipped and you felt the sting. Your eyes darted around, now thankful for the spaced out layout and glad you two were tucked away in the corner of the restaurant for the ever dramatic conversation you were opening up for some reason.
"This isn't what we agreed to," You shake your head, gesturing to the situation you were in, the far too expensive restaurant and dress you wore. "It's not supposed to be serious, we can't play pretend on top of trying to do the same to everyone else. It's messy, and it's getting more complicated than we intended,"
Jake scoffs, leaning back in his seat and arms folding across his chest. "You agreed to weekly dates,"
"Yeah as a way to make sure we knew each other well enough to play the part," You defend, reminding yourself to keep your voice down although you felt the tension rising by the second. "An expensive date was never in my mind, I can't have you spending money on me like this. It feels wrong,"
"Why?" Jake frowns his brows. "When you're with me you should never care about anything that has to do with money?"
"I'm not you," You shake your head, the lump in your throat hot, almost choking and you prayed you didn't allow yourself to get worked up enough to cry. "I'm not you, or Jay, or Sunghoon, or anyone else for that manner that has a family to back them up. I get it, I do trust me. I grew up with Jay's family but mine? We're average, and my parents never accepted hand outs even if it was insisted. I can't, in good faith, take advantage of you like that, it's not the way I was raised and it makes me uncomfortable to think you're willing to throw your money at me as if it were nothing,"
"Because it doesn't mean anything to me," Jake shrugs and you scoff, agitated by how he seemed to not get your point. He interjects before you could argue. "No—listen, I don't care about the differences between us. You shouldn't feel embarrassed about what I spend money on, you or not. I was born into money, but I'm not an asshole, am I? And it's not like I do things without regard, my family's business is steady, and my brother doesn't want the company either way—not the responsibility of it at least, so it's mine if I want it. So please, have a little more faith in me instead of just thinking I'm an idiot rich kid who spends money on anything—anyone, 'cause I don't,"
You bite your tongue, unable to form a coherent argument while combating the stinging behind your eyes. You didn't know why, but the guilt and anger mixed into an irrational fear.
Jake's eyes watched you. He knew you well enough, hell, better than you probably would've thought. He knew what you were thinking, what you were implying, the same thing the two of you were dancing around recently to keep your relationship steady. "For the record, as cliche as it sounds, you're the first one I've decided to do any of this for—including meeting my family,"
Almost as if the universe sensed the need for a break, a formally dressed waiter stopped at the edge of your table. He introduced himself, smiling politely which you and Jake returned. He pulled himself together fairly quickly, sitting up and beginning to order drinks as well as a starter with practiced ease, you merely nodding allowing him to take charge as the waiter promised to be back shortly.
Once the two of you were alone again, you met Jake's piercing gaze. You shifted, suddenly feeling small and wishing you never mentioned anything in the first place, now stuck to eat a meal together that would surely cause indigestion and sit in awkward silence.
"This wasn't the agreement," You mumble, not going back on your word even if it was probably the wrong choice.
He scoffs once more. Jake runs a hand through his hair, a few strands falling perfectly over his forehead, his rings glistening in the candlelight. "Tell me one thing," He starts, voice significantly softer, careful almost but his stern expression never left. Jake leans closer, a hand reaching for your own. "Disregarding everything else, just purely how you feel for me, can you honestly tell me that this isn't something?"
You didn't respond. You didn't know how, there was a reason why you were perfectly fine with the fake aspect of your relationship—true, real, commitment was terrifying. You weren't great at being vulnerable, and as much as you hated to admit it, the reminisce of your ex made it difficult to wholeheartedly accept someone actually cared for you above sex and convenience.
Jake knew that. He knew you, and as much as he could try to get you to understand, you wouldn't. Not at this point at least, so he merely nods. The waiter returned with glasses filled with liquid, engaging in small talk that Jake was receptive of. You sat quietly, nodding when needed and smiling to not put a damper on the worker who was merely doing his job.
This would be a conversation for another day. Something you'd dread, something you've been mulling over, but he’d be damned to let you push him away now.
