#jaeyun ff

[jungwnies]

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ sim jaeyun | s. how i imagine enhypen’s jake to text his partner ! | w. light cursing ! | g. imessage texts !

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[heartandfangs]

LEATHER & PLAID.

GENRE Roommates AU, Sub!Jake, Dom!Reader, Heavy Smut, One-shot

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jaeyun

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, BDSM, Cursing, Relationship insecurities, Light nipple play, Teasing, Edging, Bondage, Handjob, Pegging, Sex toys, Light degradation, Light choking, Crying, Aftercare, m!Receiving, Established relationship

WORD COUNT 3.8k

SUMMARY Jake– your ever mischievous, needy other half– quickly pulls you past the threshold you’ve yet to cross in your shared world of intimacy and hands over the tools you need to take him under. It's a world neither of you is entirely familiar with, but Jake is more than willing to step off the edge and fall into the abyss, so long as you're there to meet him at the end of it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE Well, it's about time I write a sub Jake fic. ✨ I hope you enjoy it, I know some of you out there will appreciate it!

I'm over the moon that it's the weekend AND THAT THE BOYS ARE FINALLY COMING BACK 🫠 The concepts look insane, and I'm still processing those crazy ass photos. They're all gorgeous and Jaeyun looks like an absolute doll 🙂🤚 The attack is RELENTLESS. I'M LITERALLY TEARING UP.

Also, I'm thinking of making this fic part of a sub series for the hyung line, so I’m gauging interest in it from you all since IOU is ongoing. I wanted to also say thank you for all the new followers and messages, I've been busy but I'm going through them today! As always, like/reblog this fic and leave me some feedback if you enjoyed it. 🖤⚰️

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Keep yourself hard for me by the time I come back– but don't you dare come.

The last text Jake received from you was from ten minutes ago, presumably before you started driving back home from work to where he desperately awaited you.

With one hand pumping his angry red cock, and the other hand shoved up his plaid shirt, toying with his nipples, Jake prayed you'd reach him in time.

It felt like for the past weeks– not that you noticed– he'd been suppressing the symptoms of his deep ache for you. It was the kind of ache that spread to every nerve of his body, consuming his thoughts and spurring him to take such daring risks.

So sue him for breaking down and sending you those clips of him during your work hours. They did their job, although he figured you'd be angry since they hampered your ability to do yours.

Jake would argue that it was for neglecting him the entire week, and maybe even the week before… but even if you hadn't, he probably would've pulled that same shit anyway. 

Which one made you snap? The audio clip of him explicitly describing how he was beating his cock while smothering himself with the scent of your sheets? Or maybe the video of him slipping the diamond plug from his hole that he'd nestled into himself earlier, seeing him all pink and puckered, clenching around nothing?

Whichever it might've been, Jake was more than willing to risk it all, anticipating his tortuous release at your hands. 

It had to be by you– only you.

The click of the apartment door being opened and the harsh clacking of your heels echoing off the walls had Jake thrumming with excitement. Your arrival was a record time, and he was beyond relieved you made it home safe, but he felt a bit guilty about it being at the expense of your safety. He would have to make up for the weight on his conscience, amongst other things.

Jake hiked his plaid shirt over the planes of his flushed chest and pushed back his dark bangs from his eyes, hoping to look as enticing as possible when you walked through that bedroom door. 

Just as the door swung open, a shaky moan slipped from his mouth while he canted his hips up in the air. He was teasing his thumb over his slit, back and forth in the most delicious manner, the damp skin of his stomach illuminated by the warm lighting of your bedside lamp.

Somehow, seeing you dressed in your elegant noir suit accented with gold plated jewelry– eyes sharp with liner, glaring down at him– intimidated him in ways he hadn't expected. Everything about your attire displayed power; one day, he'd have to pay you a surprise visit at work that included taking you out to lunch and convincing you to take an extended break time with him in that fancy company lounge. 

Today, he'd make you come to him.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Not only did you make me cut my work day short, but you chose my room to make a mess in?" 

"I missed you," Jake dragged his veined hand up the planes of his abs then over his nipples, the other still wrapped around his length," Please, I'm so hard– couldn't wait 'till tonight."

With a shake of your head, you scrutinized him.

"I see that patience is still something we need to work on with you. You know better."

"Everyone cuts their Friday short anyways; I'll definitely make it worth your while. My cock's drooling so much for you..."

"Quit touching yourself," you warned, "Take your clothes off, then kneel on the bed."

Jake stared at you.

So you still wanted him?

"Don't make me wait."

Delighted, Jake shot up from the bed and pulled his plaid long sleeve off, discarding it onto a nearby chair; his jeans followed.

Nothing about you gave yourself away while watching him with such a stoic expression. You merely multiplied his sense of vulnerability tenfold, heart beating out of his chest as he obediently kneeled on your plush bed covers. 

You crossed your arms and let him shift in discomfort under your gaze, his lean physique and arousal entirely on display for you.

"Show me what you were playing with in that video you sent me, Jake."

Blushing deeply, Jake leaned back onto his palms and spread his legs to reveal the diamond-encrusted toy plugged between his cheeks. 

Intrigued, you kneeled onto the bed and reached out to trace the edges of the glistening diamond laid into black silicone.

"Huh, I didn't know you liked these sort of toys."

"It came in a set," He glanced up at you hopefully, teeth tugging on his bottom lip while your eyes widened, "And this plug vibrates if you hold down the diamond, but I haven't tried it yet because I wanted to wait to try it with you."

It irritated you to imagine Jake stuffing himself with his fingers alone each night for who knows how long just so the toy could fit properly. You gripped the edge of the toy and tugged on it slightly, curious as to how big it was.

Jake moaned softly, his cock twitching against his abdomen as his body automatically fought to keep it inside of him.

"Sorry," He tried to calm himself with several deep breaths until the plug finally popped out.

It was covered in his wetness and was in the form of a slim silicone tip; it rounded out a bit wider only to taper at the base. Its girth and length weren't as large as Jake's, but you were impressed he managed to use it on his own.

You slid it back inside of him so begrudgingly slow that Jake had to bite down a whimper. It was a little mesmerizing seeing how his hole stretched and accommodated the size. 

So sexy.

You wanted to eat him up right then and there. 

Licking your lips, you asked, "What else have you been hiding from me?"

Jake inclined his chin towards your feet where an inconspicuous black gift bag you failed to notice before sat. Raising a brow at him, you picked it up and set it on the bed, reaching inside to inspect the contents.

The first object you pulled out was a set of leather wrist cuffs and straps to be tethered to a bed frame; the second was thigh slings, padded on the inside and attached to a neck cushion along with straps to bind its wearer without the use of furniture.

A slight smirk graced your face at the choice, but your expression morphed into one of complete shock when you took out a lace strap-on.

It had an attractive onyx-colored dildo attached to it, not entirely phallic but rather a more streamlined sophisticated shape; it was curved and relatively slender– even pretty. Considering it would be Jake's first time, it might've been out of character for him to have gone all out on a nine-inch monster dildo instead.

So long as it was something he was comfortable with. Regardless, he sure didn't skimp on the quality of these purchases. You slid your grip along the glossy, dark surface, finding it to your taste.

"Just be honest with me if you don't want to try it," Jake blurted out, shaky eyes roving over your face, unable to endure your silence.

With one hand, you unbuttoned your blazer and shrugged it off, leaving you in a black silk camisole and impeccably pressed slacks.

"As if I'll let you off the hook for interrupting my work schedule." You took up the leather restraints and leaned over Jake, who looked both terrified and in awe– and yet, he relinquished all control to you.

Figuring out which limbs were supposed to go where came easy to you, and soon enough, you had Jake bound underneath you on his back, legs folded at the knees with the restraints supporting his bare thighs. The slings were connected to the padded cushion tucked behind his neck, and his wrists were cuffed over his head, anchored to the bed with just enough slack.

Although you didn't have first-hand experience with these toys, you had researched them in the past out of curiosity, which definitely helped. However, you were still wrapping your head around that Jake approached you about this first and not the other way around.

Checking to make sure his restraints weren't overly tight, you slipped two fingers beneath the ones at his wrist. 

"Too tight, baby?"

"No, I love it," He admitted breathlessly.

Jake never looked more delectable to you at that moment.

"Listen closely, I have some rules to lay down," Jake nodded eagerly for you to continue, "I'm not allowing you to come until I say so. I'm going to tease you, edge you– and maybe fuck you if you're good. But you need to earn it, and I'm the only one who determines whether or not you have."

You tipped Jake's chin up towards you, "Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, sounding almost in a trance.

"Good," You nodded and sat back to admire your handiwork and his gorgeous body.

During the whole process, Jake had only grown more aroused at your slight rough handling, panting and twitching non-stop at your touches. Little did you realize that he was taking you in with complete adoration the entire time. 

Jake was spread so prettily for you; his pre-cum dribbled from his tip down his swollen balls, spilling over the diamond plug onto your sheets. The deep flush in his cheeks spread across his skin in an all-consuming heat. He was even perspiring beneath his bangs, and you hadn't even started.

"I think you need a safeword, Jaeyun."

"Plaid," he replied immediately, as though he were just waiting for you to ask.

Of course.

You regarded Jake fondly while running the tips of your nails up the underside of his cock, making him mewl. 

"Let's play."

Undoing your lover was always a pleasure to undertake.

"Oh Jaeyun," you drawled, sweetly twisting the soaked tip of his cock and then letting go just in time for his hips to desperately chase your touch– just to receive no reprieve. It was a sick cycle he'd been enduring for the past half hour. "I didn't think you could get any wetter."

You watched Jake's brows furrow, how he dropped his head back against your mattress in frustration, but his moans were all too telling of the immense pleasure he was experiencing. 

"Please, ___, keep rubbing my cock," Jake whined. 

You were still dressed from head to toe, and he should've felt mortified at being utterly nude in such a compromising situation, but he wasn't. He loved every bit of your attention and lived for it— he wasn't sure how he survived on days without you nearby. 

But at this very moment, having you next to him didn't feel like enough. He wanted to be intoxicated by you and completely filled to the brim, unsure of where your body started and where his ended, breathing you in, feeling you, tasting you. 

Did you feel the same at all?

Now, as you smugly traced the veins along his pulsing cock when all he wanted was for you to fist him until he was spent in every sense of the word. 

"Think you've earned it already?"

"Yes— please!"

Admittedly, Jake had been a trooper up 'till now, but it was clear his endurance was dwindling, so you decided to turn things up a notch. Your thumb found the diamond button of the plug between his legs, and you held it down until it came alive inside him with a deep buzz.

"Fuuuck! Oh my god," Jake slurred, eyes fluttering.

You scratched down the dips of his pelvis teasingly, only to take his balls into your hand and knead them thoroughly, "That feels good, huh, baby boy?"

"Yes, yes— fuck, it feels like my insides are melting! Wait—"

You swiftly pulled the plug out of him, and he jerked harshly against his restraints with a groan, the luxurious straps digging into his beautiful tan skin.

"I want to play with you next time, Jaeyun. Don't hide these things from me anymore. Don't be shy to tell me what you want when you want it, when it's the right time, of course. Timing is everything, baby–", You gave a sharp slap to his balls, causing him to yelp, "– As I'm sure you're coming to understand."

"Yes, I do," He choked out as you swiped his damp hair from his forehead.

"We'll see about that."

Jake watched you slide your middle and ring finger past your lips to soak them with saliva, then press them past his tight ring of muscle. His toes curled at the welcome intrusion of your fingers, pleas devolving into lovely, incoherent noises. He was wonderfully tight, but you imagined he'd be even tighter if he hadn't prepared himself with that plug.

"Good, Jaeyun. Let me in," You urged when he tensed while you added a third finger to rub against his warm, plush insides. Leaning over his muscular torso, you caught his nipple between your teeth and gave it a light tug.

Jake bucked his hips against your stomach in a panic, his insides clenching around your fingers, wrists straining against the handcuffs. "Ahhh, fuck, I can't. I can't—"

"Shhh," You hushed, swiping your tongue over his abused nipple, the pads of your fingers searching against his walls for that sweet spot, "You can do it, baby; control yourself."

How the hell was Jake supposed to hold on when you were knuckle deep inside of him, torturing his nipples?

Every little thing you bestowed on him made him feel like he was in a dream, a pure fantasy that only someone of his depraved nature could've thought up. But he fought to meter his reactions the best he could because here you were, playing this game, indulging the darkest parts of himself.

Jake was tested when you curled your fingers against his sensitive prostate, and every nerve in his body lit up, making him feel like he was about to lose it all.

That was until you mercilessly gripped the base of his dick and kept him from coming— to his utter dismay.

He was left with no choice but to writhe beneath you, long-awaited pleasure slipping from his grasp like sand when you removed your fingers from his body and stepped away.

"No, no, no! Don't stop— ___, fuck me," he begged.

The emptiness you left Jake with was distressing; at this point, he wanted some part of you moving inside him, your tongue, your fingers– Anything, anything, anything.

"Learn to display some patience, or I just might leave you there tied up for the rest of the night."

Jake made pathetic noises of opposition in response. 

Feeling your arousal soak through your trousers, you stripped out of your clothes and heels before stepping into the lace harness. Your pussy was sensitive and swollen to the touch; the mere brush of the lace and ribbon against your throbbing mound made you want to rut your hips against Jake's until you came.

The strap-on was definitely a foreign feeling you'd have to adjust to, but just the fact that Jake wanted you like this gave you enough confidence to face him. You fixed it around your hips and thighs efficiently, tying it in a secure bow below your waist. After, you snatched a bottle of water-based lube from your bedside drawer, spreading copious amounts of liquid along your length.

You caught Jake rolling his hips out of the corner of your eye, presumably trying to get some relief just by bouncing his cock against his abdomen.

"If you could see how silly you look right now, you'd be taking your sweet time to fuck yourself too. Behave, or else."

Even though Jake shied from you in shame, his pink cock twitched at your reprimand. He settled down momentarily, his chest heaving and glistening with sweat. 

"... I'll literally do anything for you to fuck me right now, ___. Please, fill me up, put me out of my misery."

"Do as I say, and you'll get what you want."

"I swear I will—"

Upon taking hold of his jaw, you gently captured his plump lips– a slow tug here, a lick there– slipping your tongue against his taste buds. Jake moaned sweetly against your soft lips, returning your possessive kiss, jerking as he felt you press your slick cock between his ass.

Once you lined yourself up with his entrance, you eased in at an angle that slowly drew the air from Jake's lungs. With your hips flush against him, you filled him perfectly— before pistoning into him at a merciless pace.

Jake's moans pitched with each thrust, his dark eyes dilated and hazy due to the rough sensation of you inside him. His fingers dug into his palms, the handcuffs and thigh restraints keeping him in place as you had your way with him. 

If he weren't under already, he definitely was now. 

"Does it feel good, baby? Can you feel how deep I am inside you?" You punctuated with a sharp thrust to his prostate. Unable to form words, Jake's tongue merely lolled past his lips.

You reached deeper than your fingers had and felt much sweeter than any vibrations.

Jake began to arch his back, chest pressing up into the air. You gripped more of the flesh beneath his thighs, moaning at the way you could feel his insides tug on the dildo when you pulled out, just to slam right back in.

Although it was tricky maneuvering the strap-on since it wasn't part of your actual body, there was something in the switch of dynamics that aroused you mentally. Whatever it was, Jake clearly loved it as well, unable to get enough of it— or rather you.

"Your slutty little ploy worked, Jaeyun. I'm fucking the living daylights out of you, and your cock is a mess because of it."

Jake couldn't hide from the truth; the man was at your mercy in every sense. All he was meant for at that moment was to take everything you'd give him, using all of his senses and faculties— from salivating at how your tits bounced with every sharp slam of your hips to how your soft, elegant fingers slid through his own, pressing him deep into the cushions.

The scent of his favorite perfume of yours made him go insane while your intense gaze pinned him in place, reminding him that he was yours in more ways than one.

It was just you and him.

"Ah!"

Jake shuddered violently when you slammed all the way in and stayed still for a second before sweetly rolling your hips in a deep, circular rhythm.

Fuck.

Making his eyes roll back into his head, you hit the same spot that set his whole body alight earlier, the tip of your length rubbing on it repeatedly. Jake could hardly tell what was happening when heat rushed to his face, heart racing like crazy. He clenched continuously around your cock, not wanting to let you go.

"Haah—" Jake began to shake his head. "C-can't– I can't!"

"On the count of five," Your tone left no room for disagreement, your thrusts turning quick and shallow, "Five."

Oh my god.

Each second you counted out loud was excruciating.

"Four."

Jake struggled to keep his orgasm at bay, willing every nerve and muscle in his body to hold back.

"Three."

His lips parted wide in pleasure while strands of pre-cum dribbled from his length onto his stomach.

"Two."

His vision of you above him suddenly became clear; you appeared wholly absorbed in watching his every move with deadly intent. Blood surged to his cock– You always looked so hot when focused.

So fucking beautiful. 

He held his breath, feeling like he was about to explode when you sneaked your hand across his skin to squeeze around his throat slowly.

"One– come."

Then his vision blurred completely, everything going completely dark. His insides pulsed– once, twice– his balls tightening so tight... and then he finally released it all with a slew of broken sobs. Several ropes of cum shot from his veiny cock before it began to ooze thickly down your blurring hand, seemingly never-ending. 

He wailed your name, voice gravelly and desperate. You were stunned at the tears that spilled from the corners of his shut eyes. Automatically, your thumb swiped them away.

"That's it, Jaeyun. I'm right here; I've got you."

How his hole spasmed and his nipples drew to a peak enraptured you. Jake was gone and for longer than he usually was when orgasming. One could only wonder if it was all due to the combination of being penetrated and physically subdued by you. 

Aftershocks wracked his body for several minutes, and you comforted him through it all. 

"My messy baby boy," Jake shook as your fingers spread his creamy release across his abdomen and sighed warmly when you planted kisses on his damp cheek. "You did so well for me; you held out till the end, and I loved how you were so obedient. Such a good boy for me."

You quickly released him from his restraints, gently resting his arms and legs onto the bed, caressing his indented skin. Jake fussed when you left him to retrieve wet washcloths from the restroom, calling you back to him.

"I'm here," you returned and reassured him while cleansing his limp body with the warm cloth. When you finished, you stepped out of the harness and wiped yourself down with a clean cloth before retrieving an ice-cold water bottle from your mini-fridge. 

"How do you feel? Drink," You urged, slowly sitting him up and tipping the water bottle towards his lips. He took several sips, his half-lidded eyes trained on you all the while.

Somehow, Jake looked simultaneously drained yet alive, a gleam reappearing in his eyes if that were possible. 

"That was insane. I loved it so much. Thank you, baby," Jake tossed the bottle somewhere behind him on the sheets and pulled you against him by your waist. He was still blown out of his mind that you did this all for him, overwhelmed by your devotion. "You fucked me so good," he whispered hotly into your neck.

You tipped your head back, baring your neck to give Jake more access. His lips moved fervently across your skin, tongue lapping at every spot he marked with a kiss. He captured your lips once more, eagerly conveying his immense gratitude for you.

"I hope you learned your lesson—" A moan spilled from your throat when his hand traveled down between your dripping thighs. 

"I did," The corners of Jake's mouth turned upwards, his thick fingers delving through your wetness, "You think I can earn some extra credit?"

[boyfhee]

CHANCES AT ROMANCE : jake sim

w. some guy passing comments ; 1.27k

note. i might write more parts and make this jake au thing idk PS IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKS i forgot how to write help

“so, you come here often?” is not the question you expected you hear on a nice monday morning, especially in a voice that belongs to the person you’ve been avoiding actively for five days now. 

“sometimes,” it’s a short response, words that left your mouth unwillingly to save yourself from giving other’s ideas that you’re being rude, or more accurately, in hopes that he would leave once you’ve answered all your questions. 

“guess i have to pay attention now,” he chuckles with a menacing tone, shifting the madrid bar stool he has been sitting on a little closer to yours, arms almost brushing against yours. “don’t want to miss on such a beautiful sight,” 

and, jake has been observing the scene for a while now. 

step by step, his hands busy with preparing the drink while his eyes were fixed upon you or rather, the uninvited stranger sitting next to you, who has been making you uncomfortable since the minute you arrived in the cafe. and, jake can think of two options. 

one, to call the manager, report him on this inappropriate incident and have the guy thrown out as he should, and second, to go out and rescue you himself. his neurons are signalling towards the first choice, telling him to take out his phone and ring the manager because any other sane person would do the same, in order to solve the situation without creating a scene. his mind is diverting towards the first option but his heart is telling him to go with the other, because it’s you, the one who sits two rows in front of him in english lessons, the one who once paid for his lunch because his card kept declining, the one who has been on his mind ever since the day you first came to the cafe. 

“by the way,” jake’s attention goes back to you and the guy next to you. “we share theology,” and his fists clench at the sight of him trying to wrap his arms around you, making you visibly uncomfortable, so much that anyone out there would notice. 

“i don’t think so,” you reply, shifting away from him. 

“of course you don’t, you sit in the front so you wouldn’t know who sits at the back of the class,” and he sounds a little annoyed, maybe it’s because you keep avoiding him, answering in phrases instead of indulging into the conversation as much as him. jake watches you press your lips into a thin line. he doesn’t care that he’s taking too much time to prepare your order. “but i watch you everyday,” 

you push him away, or try to, a slight push that seems to irritate him even more. “uh, you’re too close,” 

“c’mon, you—” 

“i’d appreciate it if you don’t get too close to my girlfriend,” and jake doesn’t care if he even gets to make anyone’s order because at this point, getting the guy out of the cafe is his first priority. god, if only he would punch that asshole’s face, he would. 

“girlfriend?” the annoyance in his voice intoxicates every word that leaves his mouth, a sharp gaze as if they would cut right through everyone present in the room; jake could only laugh at the audacity he has. “hey, is he your boyfriend?” 

“why, do you not believe me?” jake rests his hand upon your shoulder, a gesture that translates the words he has been meaning to say, an action that tells you that you are safe, and you’ll be fine, because jake can handle the situation, and so, you relax under his touch, texting your friend to come pick you up from the cafe. “you can hear it from her if it’ll help you sleep better at night,” 

“you should’ve told me you had a boyfriend,” the guy stands up, half embarrassed, half in rage, and jake might even get in a fight with him by the end of the day judging from the looks he’s giving the boy standing behind you. you sit there frozen, afraid that things would escalate to something much bigger, but jake’s grip fastens around your shoulder and yet still ever so gentle that maybe, it’s the reason why you feel at ease as every second passes. 

“i told you to leave me alone. boyfriend or not, no means no,” you speak up, hoping what happened today won’t repeat itself. “and yes, he is my boyfriend,” hoping that he wouldn’t show up in front of you now that you’re calling him your boyfriend and playing right into his games. 

and jake doesn’t waste another minute with your order, immediately getting back to his job while making sure to tend back to you once again. it would be a lie to say you haven’t been coming to the cafe for him, though it wouldn’t be a complete truth either. a part of the reason was the menu that suits your exact taste, and another part would be jake, who fits your taste in men as well, to put it simply. 

you met jake at orientation lecture before your classes started officially. well, you saw him sitting in front of you with his friends, not that you know their names but you think you will once you get closer to jake. the second time you saw jake was in your english lecture and it felt as if suddenly, you were at the line between staying afloat and drowning in your ocean-deep thoughts. although jake sat behind you, you could feel yourself getting conscious about everything you did to not come off as someone weird and crazy, and you almost had your chances at asking him to come to a science museum with you before the whole ordeal with your so-called ‘admirer’ happened. 

having him as your fake boyfriend on a nice monday morning is not what you expected, but it’s not an all-bad start after all. 

“i’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” he walks back to the counter, standing in front of you with your order in his hands while proceeding to handle the receipt and other formalities, and it would make him really embarrassed if you got even a slight idea that he’s doing meaningless things just to buy more time with you.  

“thank you,” you mutter. 

he puts his hands on the table, leaning over it before looking right into your eyes, and it’s surprising how you weren’t aware that his looks were this captivating. “does that happen everyday?” 

there’s a slight hint of concern in his words, as if he’s not asking the question just for the sake of it, or just to create a good impression, because if he had known, jake would’ve already pretended to be your boyfriend and make sure the situation didn’t drag you along with it for days or more. “for the past few weeks, yeah,” 

“your drink,” a faint gratitude falls off your lips, eyes falling upon the receipt to see his number scribbled in his messy handwriting right above the order details. and this wasn’t how you were expecting to get his number but again, you don’t have complaints. “call me if he shows up again,”

“yeah,” your lips curl into a smile, with his’ mirroring your actions, waving you a small goodbye as you stand up, grabbing your bag and drink. you stuff the receipt in the pocket of your jacket, ready to leave with something blossoming inside of your heart, perhaps the feelings that you’ve been trying to suppress until the right time comes; and now that it’s here, maybe it’s time for you to take your chances at romance. “see you around, jake,” 

[foulaimer]

happy holy week to my freaky filthy flirty fuckbuddy altar church boy jake can i get an amen brothers and sisters

[berryskaii]

For you only

｡˚.⋆ .⸙͎. ⋆.˚｡ Pairing: Boyfriend!Jaeyun × Fem!Reader

｡˚.⋆ .⸙͎. ⋆.˚｡ Genre: Fluff, Angst!!

｡˚.⋆ .⸙͎. ⋆.˚｡ Warnings: None!

｡˚.⋆ .⸙͎. ⋆.˚｡ Author's Note: Its an angst i wrote a few months ago, made me cry a lot... Hope you will like it as well<3

Jaeyun loved you more than it would ever be possible for a human to love someone. You were his first in everything, and he wanted you to be his last too. He wanted to make you happy in every day of his life and see your smile every morning when waking up next to you. Feel your skin as he hugs or kisses you, touches your hand or draws little nothings on your bare back as the rising sunshine paints your figure beautifully, just for you to turn to him once you wake up and kiss him. He wanted you to cut his hair and he wanted to braid and wash yours, he wanted to sing for you and just hold you close, pulling you onto his lap before going back dancing. He wanted to hear your praises after every little thing he accomplished, looking at you with bright eyes like a little boy. And oh did he compliment you too. He told you how beautiful, precious, talented and smart you are in every way he could. He made you feel more loved than anyone else. He never forgot to tell you that he loves you, but he could say "I love you" in different words too. In the mornings when he left with a "Be safe on the way to work!", when he said "Watch out, the breakfast is still hot!", or when he just said "Sleep well, princess". And then if you had a nightmare, he woke you up and kissed the bad memories away. You were his everything. After long days at work, when he got home all stressed out, when he thought he could yell a mountain away by a few inches, he saw you in your pjs eating some chocolate while watching tv. He snuggled up by your side, hiding his face in your neck, tickling you with his nose while you covered his bare feet with the blanket and fed him with some chocolate so he was warm and comfy. You were head over heels for him, in every meaning. And he loved you, everything about you, as simply as that. He never wanted to lose you.

Then he found out he was going to die. He already felt like dying inside when he thought about leaving you alone. He broke. At first he didnt tell you. He wanted to sort out some things in himself first, even tho he already knew what he was going to do. He just needed to get ready for it. For losing you.

He started to act differently, and you noticed that. Of course you did. He wouldnt ask you for a walk outside anymore, wouldnt tell you how you looked pretty, wouldnt cook food anymore, wouldnt want to get intimate with you anymore. Even when you tried to kiss him, he would turn away coldly. He didnt talk to you, only when you asked. You had to ask him out about this.

"Do you have difficulties at work, babe? Is it tough?" you stood behind him and started massaging his shoulder as he was reading some papers to distract himself. He felt so weak. He couldnt not tell you when you cornered him like this. He was craving for your touches but he knew it was the best if he refused them. Refused you.

"Everything is cool" he said shortly. You were startled. You pursed your lips and dropped your arms in disappointment.

"Then... Tell me honestly. Do you have someone else?" He felt like a zombie. He knew he should lie to you and let you fell out of love with him, let you hate him because that was easier for both of you. But he just couldnt say that he cheated on you.

"No" he cut it short.

"So you just... Dont love me anymore? Is there something wrong with me?" He was so close to telling you about how wrong you are and how perfect you are. He fell into silence.

"Baby, please talk to me. You know, communicating. I dont even know whats up with you anymore, you are the one who always insists on talking things out and here you are not even talking to me for the past week. I had so many ideas about how your work must be overwhelming you, and i somewhat even thought about you liking someone else. But if its with me, then lets just talk it out. Did i hurt you or say something bad? Or i just dont look attractive? Am i too clingy? We can come up with a solution, baby" you reassured him. He teared up a bit.

"I dont want to talk about anything" he sighed, head hanging down.

You licked your lips. "Then what do you want me to do?" you asked silently, not waiting for his answer, taking your coat, bag and keys and left the house pissed.

He felt so lifeless. He wanted to ramble and kick and hit everything. He wanted to ruin everything around him. But he felt like it has all came to an end. As he looked around in the silence, he didnt feel like he belonged here. He thought about you living in here alone, and he couldnt even imagine himself with you. The realization snapped in him - he doesnt belong to you anymore. So, instead, he just took out a small picture of you two together from the frame on the table: it was his favorite picture. He loved that day - it was your 4th anniversary, and you spent it on a picnic. You two went for a walk in the forest on a sunny day. He loved how you prepared that extremely big picnic basket, filled it up with all the goodies, even made heart-shaped tiny nutella sandwiches. You looked so pretty in your sweet pale-blue dress. He loved the way you accidentally blinked on the picture and your face looked so funny. And till this very day you still got grumpy whenever you looked at that picture because you wanted to look prettier, but little did you know that you were the most beautiful human for him, even if you made a funny grimace. He will remember you like this. He will keep you close like this.

He shoved the small picture in his pocket, took his keys and some necessary things he needed. Then, after a last glance at the empty, silent, gloomy living room, he locked the door for the last time in his short life. He disappeared and erased himself from your life as best as he could. You never saw him again, even though you were searching for him. You cried for a hundred nights and had nightmares for a hundred more, thinking he will open the door and hug you, but you never knew he died. And you never knew that on his last breath, he was holding your picture close to his chest, your name falling from his lips before the last beat of his heart, which always had been beating for you only.

Please dont steal/publish/edit/translate my work in any form.

[yunstruck]

omg blood kink jake plsplspls 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

pairing: boyfriend! sim jaeyun x fem! reader

warnings: dead dove do not eat, reader self harms, cutting, violence, handjob, jake luvs having his balls played with, facial, jake has a blood kink, jake cuts reader

💭 here you go !! obv this contains dark themes including self harm, so please don't read if this will trigger a spiral or return to sh. hope you enjoy babes xoxo

here you are.

six months clean, gone, just like that.

you look down at the tile beneath you—the razor blade left discarded on the ground, your blood pouring down your wrists to join it.

what would jake think if he knew you were doing this? if he knew of your struggle with self harm? he’d think you were disgusting, surely. leave you for good, probably.

your thoughts are interrupted by the slow creak of the bathroom door pushing open. in a flash, you’re panicking, scrambling to pick up the blade and hide the evidence of your actions, but it's too late.

jake stands in front of you, frozen in the doorway—eyes wide, lips parted in shock, fingers still gripping the brass handle. you’re quick to throw your hands behind your back, heart hammering in your chest as you stammer out an excuse.

“j-jake, i can explain, i-i just–”

he’s no longer looking at you anymore. no, his gaze is locked in the mirror behind you, where we watches blood pool from your wrists and drip out onto the floor beneath your feet.

wordlessly, he reaches for your arm and wraps his fingers around the skin, and as he slowly pulls it to him, you just let him, heart racing hundreds of miles an hour as he brings it closer to his face.

then, without a word, he licks a slow, filthy stripe up your flesh.

as he tastes your blood on his tongue—metallic and wet—he hums quietly in satisfaction, gently caressing your wounds with his thumb. “good girl,” he murmurs.

you freeze, your doe-like eyes staring up at your boyfriend. “you’re not mad?” you whisper, barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat thumping away.

jake pauses and smiles, something patient and warm, before murmuring: “how could i be mad when you bleed so prettily for me?”

your breath hitches at his words, caught somewhere in between a whine and a sob, and you can’t bring yourself to speak—not as he smiles so kindly at you, nor as he slowly pulls the blade from your hand.

he presses the metal to your flesh, just above where you’d cut before, and pushes in deeper than you had, slowly withdrawing it. your breath burns away into a quiet sob, and as jake watches you bleed for him, his smile twists into something dark and proud.

he gently places the blade back in your hand, and with his own, he coats his flesh in your blood, smearing it down the expanse of your arm. he looks up at you—something wild and untamed—and without breaking eye contact, he snakes his hand down his pants and grips his warm length, giving it one slow, tortuous stroke.

he doesn’t say anything—he doesn’t need to for you to understand what he wants.

you slowly sink to your knees in front of him, the bloody tile digging into your flesh just as the blade did, and reach for his jeans, slowly working the zipper down.

he smiles down at you, eyes filled with pride as he helps you pull the fabric down. you take a breath to steady yourself before tugging on the elastic band of his boxers, revealing his thick, bloodsoaked cock, his long, slender fingers wrapped around the flesh, languidly tugging up and down.

“see what you do to me?” he murmurs, swiping his bloody thumb over the thick, leaking tip. 

you know what this meant, for jake, for your relationship. you knew the right thing to do was to run, to turn your back on this whole thing and begin anew, but you couldn’t. not when you felt that familiar heat building in your tummy, nor when you felt your own slick leaking through your panties.

so, without a word, you replace his hand, wrapping your own around his throbbing flesh, slowly smearing your blood with each pass over his bulbous head. his hand tangles in your hair, a low groan escaping his lips as he takes in sight beneath him: his gorgeous girlfriend on her knees, arms stained crimson as she slowly works his length.

with your free hand, you reach for his balls, slowly rolling them in your palm. above you, jake gasps before letting out a soft growl, grinding down harder into your hand. “fuck, just like that, pretty.”

you gently pull your hand away in favor of wrapping your tongue around the hot flesh, using your lips to suck on his nuts. as you hear him grunt, feel his fingers tug on your hair, you start stroking him faster in your other hand, pressing his bloodsoaked cock right up against your flushed skin as you drool around his flesh.

“g-god,” jake chokes out, his free hand bracing himself on the sink in front of him. he can hardly stand the way you look underneath him, so angelic and sweet, yet so, so filthy, slapping his throbbing dick against your face while your mouth suctions around his nuts so beautifully. “gonna make me fuckin’ cum, pretty.”

you whimper softly at his words, eyes rolling back as you rub his cock up your nose and forehead, slapping yourself with it while you salivate on his balls. with just a few more pumps, your boyfriend is shaking, soft moans pouring out of him as he thrusts his hips forward, shooting out several long, hot ropes of cum onto your hair and face. his balls swell and twitch in your mouth, finally releasing every ounce of hot semen that had been progressively building inside. 

without a sound, he slowly withdraws from your mouth, grabbing a cloth from the rack before sinking to his knees in front of you. he slowly wipes away your dried blood, cleaning up your dirtied skin with tender motions before slowly pulling away, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your cuts before whispering against your skin:

“so beautiful.”

[boyfhee]

𓆩♡𓆪 EVERYONE, BUT YOU | sim jake.

⌕ W. angst ( wc. ≃ 550 )

⌕ N. repost yawl

jake is leaving.

everyone else, but you, knew it; until now.

“jake,” your voice is resembles a whisper, soft as quilts falling on water. surprisingly, he manages to catch it above the show airing on the television. “you’re moving back to brisbane?”

there's confusion on your face; or rather, it's sadness hidden behind a wave of other emotions. and much to your surprise, he smiles, opposite to what you had expected. “yeah, next month.”

you feel your heart sinking deeper, an ocean of words hanging by the tip of your tongue, none spoken. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“do i have to tell you everything?”

you want to say yes, but then, your resort to no. a part of your understands, another doesn't. it’s annoying how he says that effortlessly with a chuckle. but then again, you don’t see a point in arguing over this because arguments arise for a reason, and the reason here was nothing. when you say everyone with respect to jake, it means his friends, parents, relatives. you, however, are no longer on the list. and it was really, really stupid of you when you agreed to share a room with your jake.

sim jake, your ex-boyfriend; sim jake who once never made a decision without consulting you. sim jake who broke up with you barely three weeks ago, and has already moved on.

blind dates occupy his weekends, and even though he claims to be ‘tired’ of sunghoon's lame ways to set him up, you never once noticed the exasperation in his eyes. ever since you broke up, jake looks happier than ever. the kind of happiness that lingered on his face after winning a soccer match, or a bet against heeseung; or when he finally received kisses from you after a long, exhausting day. actually, scratch that— jake looks happier, and it's the kind of happiness that's incomparable to anything. consequently, it never fails to make you wonder if he regretted dating you so much, he wanted you out of his life.

“what about sunghoon?” The question rolls off your tongue involuntarily. “and others.”

“what do you mean, ‘what about sunghoon’? he’s preparing for olympics, remember?” he smiles again, but this time, it’s ridden with sorrow. “everyone has to leave at some point, it's time to go.”

but did you want to? did he want to?

there's no point being philosophical, because it doesn't make sense. even if the fun was over, even if it was dark and the gates to the playground were closing, did you really have to go back home? because you’ve seen people spend nights under the slides— and that’s what he promised. back at the age of twelve, he promised that he’d stay with you if it meant he could play a little longer, enjoy more, have fun.

“what about your parents?” another question, he clicks his tongue. at this point, you’re probably annoying him but truthfully, you could care less about that.

“they’re staying here, for now.” a pause, his brows furrow as if he's thinking something. “but, of course, they can move back too once i settle down.”

you see, jake has always been a meticulous person. he pays attention to everything, thinks about everyone. and just like always, he has everything planned out, for everyone.

“what about me?” and the world has never felt so silent. even the noise from television seems to vanish as your unwavering gaze meets his', a heavy tension stacking up in the air between the two of you.

he whispers, “what?”

your lips curl into a impassive smile. he has everything planned out, for everyone, but you.

“what about me?” you repeat, voice much louder this time. it still fails to overcome the silence. “what if i want t—”

you’re interrupted by his chuckle. “you’re saying that as if you’d miss me.” he doesn’t wait another moment and walks into his room, disappearing behind the doors. it's takes a while for you to process everything. did you crack a joke? was that funny? because no— you don't think it was.

you won’t miss him— you tell yourself— but you will. you already do. nothing really changed even after the breakup; you both still live together. the morning greetings still spin through the mornings commencing with a whiff of vanilla of cinnamon from the kitchen. scribbles post-it notes were spotted everywhere, ranging from bathroom mirrors to fridge. you have close, so close, on the palm of your hands, yet you missed him everyday.

you just tell yourself that you won’t, but never succeed.

falling in love isn’t a crime, god, it never was. but there’s a rule everyone should live by.

break up, move on.

living with your ex is an awful decision in itself, no matter how many excuses about rents and taxes you make. a relationship is a two way street; you give, you receive. hoping for something that the other person gave up on long ago is blatant idiocy.

if love is there, it’ll come back. if it doesn’t, it never existed. you won’t miss him— you tell yourself again, and again. and you keep repeating it over and over as you lock yourself inside your room for the rest of the evening, unaware of the fact that jake stood out of your room, a brief second away from knocking, hoping that you’d make the first move for he’s always been a coward at heart.

hoping that you’d miss him, because he’s missing you too.

taglist in the rbs.

[heartandfangs]

YOU WISH.

GENRE Roommates AU, Playboy!Jake, Virgin!Reader, Suggestive, A bit of fluff

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jaeyun

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, Cursing, Flirting, Slow-burn, Morally-grey characters, Sexual tension, Fantasizing, Brief mention of a past blowjob, Teasing, Sub!Jake’s dirty thoughts + Praise kink exposed yet again, MC gets a little physical and aggressive (nothing crazy, promise), University/Adulthood woes, One too many puppy references

WORD COUNT 3.3k

SUMMARY One thing led to another, then suddenly a puppy was following you around in the library during finals week–  it turns out his name is Jake Sim, a flirtatious underclassman who quite possibly could be the quickest answer to your desperate prayers. But there was only one thing to do when he started getting in the way of your study time; let him know that this was your territory.

AUTHOR’S NOTE I wrote this before all the installments of IOU but forgot about it until recently lol. This could be a standalone fic, but it's essentially IOU– Part Zero. I revised it because I think it adds a layer to the story and how MC got into this debacle as Jake’s roommate in the first place. It's fun and offers more telling insight into their first impressions of each other.

I’m in the midst of writing Part 5 and it’s going to be a pretty long chapter so I hope you look forward to reading it soon! I will say Heeseung is in the spotlight a bit more while Jake is down in the dumps for this upcoming chapter and the man has absolutely no chill. So, get your dose of Jekjek here while you can!

As always, like/reblog this fic and leave me some feedback if you enjoyed it and want more. Reading your wild and sweet comments is honestly my favorite part next to writing. 🤍⚰️

TAGLIST @fan-zhan, @burningsunsun, @kazuhugs, @skzenhalove, @axartia, @stbwe, @duolingofanaccount, @writingmochi

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,Part 4, Masterlist

© 2022, Heart and Fangs. All rights reserved. Do not translate or post anywhere.

A text notification sounded from your pocket– it was from your potential roommate and little did you know how dreadful it would be to read.

'___, I'm so sorry, but my plans have changed, as I'm taking a job offer out of town. I can't move in with you anymore. So sorry for the insanely late heads up, but I do wish you the best of luck– and belated congratulations on graduating!'

"Shit, shit– shit!"

Unable to even think about where you'd be living after graduation with finals on your mind, you pocketed your phone and ran an aggravated hand through your hair. Nothing irked you more than when people went back on their word, especially last minute; this was not helping your rising stress levels.

Jesus, feel free to take the wheel any moment now–

The library elevator doors binged on a floor that wasn't your stop; you exhaled heavily, tapping your foot impatiently.

Your bloodshot eyes darted to the boy revealed behind the elevator doors. Immediately you noticed his figure– he was several inches taller than you, lean, and had dark brown hair. Handsome. The student was dressed in a plaid shirt over a casual tee paired with denim jeans and sneakers. He probably belonged to a fraternity, but that was just a stereotypical guess.

You locked eyes with him for a split second and noticed his brows raise in interest ever so slightly, causing you to hastily shift your gaze elsewhere. You settled on staring at the button that lit up to indicate your destination was the top floor.

You noticed him stand up a little straighter out of the corner of your eye as he faced the closing steel doors. The young man's cologne suddenly filled the enclosed space, triggering your keen senses. To your delight, he smelled of warm amber and subtle lavender. Pleasant yet unexpected.

The student made no move to choose a different floor, and you pretended not to notice. He cleared his throat suddenly, earning a confused look from you. 

"Here to study?" The boy smiled at you, and you didn't miss the lilt in his voice, his Australian accent nearly throwing you off. 

"Yeah, like everybody else," You replied indifferently. 

His smile left as quickly as he gave it; he glanced down at his shoes. Your curt answer seemingly deterred him from continuing the conversation with you.

Shoot. Well, you couldn't help it.

Finals week had you tense and single-minded at the moment. Pleasantries and small talk weren't your forte in the first place.

Honestly, you just hoped that you'd come across an available seat for you to hunker down in and get shit done. However, the ride up the elevator was slower than usual, and you couldn't shake off the bit of guilt in your chest. 

The elevator opened to the top level of the library, and the boy allowed you to step out first. The two of you parted ways in search of a cubicle.

It was clear that after you made several rounds circling the floor like a hawk, every seat on the floor was taken. 

The highest floor of the library was the most ideal study spot as it was the one with the best thermostat setting, the best wifi, and the quietest environment. It was your go-to spot all semester long, and you were annoyed that the entirety of the student body suddenly piled in during finals week.

Where was everyone else while you spent time between class periods and evenings sifting through the aisles of books and hogging a study room all to yourself? It was hardly fair, but you accepted your defeat.

After a hot minute, you were back where you started, leaning against the wall in the lobby facing the set of elevators. What a nightmarish process– you'd have to try your luck on another floor.

Apparently, someone else had met the same fate as you.

You watched the student who rode the elevator with you shuffle back into the lobby, looking as hopeless as you felt. However, his expression brightened considerably upon noticing you staring at him.

Ah, shit.

You shifted your weight into your other leg as he made a beeline your way. 

"No luck staking down a spot either?" He asked from a polite distance with his hands slipped into his pockets.

Despite that, his warm scent enveloped you again, and you inhaled slightly, trying not to be obvious. You suddenly wondered if you smelled weird— did you smell weird? 

"No," you tried to inject a little more emotion into your voice, even if you just sounded disappointed, "Everything was taken, unfortunately."

"Wanna try the third floor with me? It's one of the less popular floors, but it usually has a decent amount of tables and cubicles," He asked, catching you off guard.

"Um…"

Would he end up trying to chat with you the entire time if you two did manage to find a spot to study? You supposed you were willing to take your chances to find a place asap.

After all, your photography final was in three hours, and you didn't have any more time to waste since you had put off studying for the elective in favor of your core classes.

Momentarily you regarded the boy who gave you a hopeful look, in the exact way a puppy might when they want to tag along on an errand run.

Such creatures were your ultimate weakness, right next to any offer that involved ‘food’ or ‘free’. 

"...Sure," You agreed with a sigh. 

"Alright! Let's go." You noted his eyes shone when he smiled.

Hoping you'd find better luck on the third floor, once you exited the elevators, you led the way, weaving between the aisles of books to check for open cubicles near the walls.

The boy you'd just met was in close tow behind you; not close enough to touch, obviously, but a lot closer than you'd expect someone to be when you hardly knew each other.

Maybe he just felt more comfortable around you after you agreed to join forces under the name of studying.

Upon emerging from an aisle of shelves, your eyes zoned in on a single free cubicle and chair in the corner of the room.

A wish come true!

Slowly, you glanced back at Jake to gauge his reaction. His mouth formed a silent "ah" before stopping in his tracks. Other students were in the vicinity, their noses buried in textbooks and laptops, a terrible tension suffocating the air.

"You can take it," you quickly whispered, surprised at your sudden generosity.

He merely smirked back and motioned you ahead with his hand, "Go ahead, you saw it first."

You tried to hide your amusement and insisted he take it, wanting to make up for your lack of friendliness during your first interaction in the elevator. If you two found a spot this quickly, there might be a chance you'd find another just as soon, right?

While you waited for his response, he merely looked around at his surroundings, seemingly contemplative, until his gaze settled back on you.

"Shall we keep looking?" He boldly suggested.

This time your brows raised in surprise, lips parting as a response was slow to form in your mind.

Jake's dark eyes bore into you, rooting you to your spot while all you heard was clicking keyboards and the shuffling of papers. The implication of his suggestion dawned on you. 

Did you want to continue to keep each other company? 

You really hadn't experienced much social interaction with that many people this semester, except with the friendly Dance major you'd settle in next to during your photography class. Which, by the way, was coming up hot on your schedule. 

Now really wasn't the time, and yet...

"Okay," You said, sealing your fate.

Wait, what?

You were unable to believe your own words.

Jake had watched you all the while and chuckled, extremely pleased at your response. This time, he guided you down the walkway, passing behind the rows of busy students back into the shelf aisles.

"What's your name?"

Jake slowed his pace to walk side-by-side with you, causing you to nearly brush arms to squeeze by the narrow walkways. You realized that you two hadn't exchanged the most basic information yet.

"___," You shared.

He was all smiles as he repeated it as enthusiastically as he could in a library setting, "I'm Jake."

It seemed his voice could be a bit deep at times; it was interesting hearing him whisper your name. 

"Nice to meet you… Jake." You tried his name out, and he nodded. "What's your major?"

"I'm a Business major, minoring in Marketing."

"Oh wow, you must have a lot to study for," You pondered.

"Yeah, a bit. I graduate in a year, so I have to keep it up for a little while longer."

Jake must be finishing up as a Junior then. You didn't expect that with his build, although it's tough to tell someone's age and class year these days with everyone having different paths in life. You wondered if he was an athlete on top of everything else education-wise. 

"I see."

The fact that you were graduating so soon was scary, but you were planning to play it safe for a while and rack up experience at your internship before making any big moves.

"You gotta work hard and play hard, you know?"

Although you imagined you two had different definitions for the latter term, you nodded.

The two of you suddenly came across a set of empty individual cubicles simultaneously, side by side.

"I think those are reserved for us," Jake nudged your arm with his elbow. You glanced up at him and met his friendly eyes once again. 

"Lucky us," You proceeded to take the seat to the left of the other one. 

Jake slung off his backpack onto the other table and leaned over your partition to speak to you. You eyed him in curiosity from your seat as you shimmied your laptop out of your bag. 

Settling his arms on top of the wooden divider of your cubicle, Jake suddenly dropped his half-lidded gaze to your lips, then back up to your wide eyes.

All the while, his grin never disappeared as he watched you freeze in your chair, undeterred.

Did he just—?

"Mind watching my stuff for me for a sec?" 

His voice had gotten lower again too. You nodded dumbly. 

"Thanks," he smiled at you before walking off to the lobby. 

Oh. You knew that look, but you've never really been on the receiving end of one that intense.

It made you feel pinned to the spot like you were being cornered or coerced… into what exactly? Unable to expend energy on what was going on, you decided to stand your ground regardless of what might happen. One couldn't afford to waste any more time in this scenario, so you tried to shrug it off and busy yourself with studying. 

Within a minute, your study station was set up, laptop, notebooks, and all. Facts about appropriate aperture and ISO settings in correlation with various weathers filled your mind as you crammed for your photography final, not without great effort. At some point, Jake returned and settled into his cubicle.

He left you alone, for a good while at least. 

You were pulled out of your deep thoughts upon noticing Jake's chair pull up by your side.

"How goes it?" He whispered.

"Fine… it's a little tedious of final to study for," You admitted. Who knew one would have to study so much content for a class like photography.

"You seem like a smart girl, so I'm sure you'll ace it. Want me to quiz you?"

"I… sure?"

Jake adjusted his chair to face you and leaned back in it, taking your study packet in hand. Letting his legs spread open comfortably, Jake's fingers innocently played with the stitched seam of his jeans along his inner thigh. At the same time, he rattled off some questions, inevitably attracting your attention to his lower half.

Jake watched you shift in your chair as you tried your damnedest to look elsewhere while answering his questions accurately.

In the meantime, Jake slyly took in the details of your appearance over the edge of your worksheets. He appreciated the way those tight black leggings of yours, paired with that little cropped sweater displayed the curves of your body in a way that had him undressing you in his mind, only guessing at what color panties you wore beneath it all.

He shamelessly dragged his eyes over the swell of your chest, the tips of your nipples peeking through the sweater fabric. He was glad that the library A/C was blasting even on the third floor and that you'd chosen to forgo wearing a bra. 

"Hey. Eyes up here, kid," You warned, snapping your fingers. 

Jake licked his lips, quickly meeting your scrutinizing gaze. "Sorry." 

"For some reason, I don't believe that." You moved to pluck your worksheet out of his grasp, but he kept it out of reach. 

"Sorry, I'll do it properly—! "

You lowered your head and shoved him down too. 

"Whisper, dummy!"

The way your fingers threaded through Jake's hair, albeit a bit roughly, sent wonderful sparks down his spine. He rubbed his thighs together, breath shuddering. 

"Sorry, you're just really—"

Suddenly he was being dragged out of his seat into a nearby aisle of books, further away from the students trying to focus on their studies.

You swung Jake around, his back hitting a tall shelf of books with a thump. 

Crossing your arms, you glared up at him. "Jake, stop apologizing and quiz me; I don't have time to waste. Now sit."

Jake slid down the shelf of books until he hit the floor, clutching onto your notes. His wide eyes peered up at you– and you kicked yourself for thinking he looked adorable.

You had your literal finals to study for, and it was his suggestion to help you in the first place.

You slunk down in front of him and crossed your legs, leaning against the opposite shelf. 

"Start from the top."

Jake nodded and obediently quizzed you with more focus and enthusiasm under your watch. He was impressed that you nailed every question, yet far from surprised.

You would check your watch every so often, making Jake realize his time spent with you was limited. He had to act fast. 

Once you answered the last question, you stretched your hands towards the ceiling, satisfied with your performance.

"Nice job, ___. Guaranteed A+ for sure," He stared at you, nibbling on his bottom lip, clearly wanting to please. 

You tilted your head curiously. "So, you can be a good boy."

This guy is kind of like a moody puppy. Kind of like… Stitch?

You held back a snort at the comparison your brain made, but Jake clearly had a similar mischievous side to him if he thought he was being slick while checking you out.

Jake nearly panicked while receiving your praise, trying to refrain from twitching as you ran a hand over his dark fringe to pat his head. The simple gesture felt so nice, somehow even nicer than the blowjob he had just gotten back in the business building earlier that morning. 

Unable to fight the flush of heat rising up his cheeks, he brought his knees closer to his chest; his jeans had grown uncomfortably tight. Why was he getting so worked up by just a few light touches from a girl he'd just met?

…

Who was Jake kidding? He'd been struggling to control his urges since he first laid eyes on you in the elevator.

"You should know, it’s not easy to make me like this," Jake couldn't help but reveal.

"Clearly," You chuckled quietly at his sulky expression, assuming he was referring to his compliant attitude.

Jake's face lit up at your laugh, even if it was at his own expense. His leg stretched out across the carpet to bump against yours, and that drew your attention, your amused smile lingering. 

He took a deep breath, "I'm just going to throw this out there. My lease is up at the end of this semester, and my dorm sucks. I'm looking at this apartment on the outskirts of campus because fuck my dorm RA and everyone else in it. I want a place downtown where all the nightlife is… and I'm also in the market for a roommate."

Your ears perked up. "Really?"

Jake's brows rose in anticipation of your interest. 

"Huh, tell me more—"

"Shhh!" A random student's voice scolded from nearby.

Several heads nearby whipped in your direction, and you ducked your head in apology, not realizing you raised your voice.

Jake giggled and scooted closer to you, lowering his tone of voice to a murmur. He spread his hand flat against the floor near your leg.

"Here's the deal, ___. I'm only expecting my roommate to pay a quarter of rent; I'll be covering the rest."

"Why the hell is that?" You asked, genuinely shocked at the offer.

Jake looped his finger through your shoelace, tugging at it slightly. "…I like to have people over often, so I'm not the quietest roommate, but I'll stay out of your way."

You weren't exactly sure what that meant, but you skipped pressing the matter, still aghast at what his proposition could mean for you. "That's an insane offer, dude. No bullshit?"

"Nope. Do you wanna go down there and look at the place with me Friday evening?"

You nodded, but as he took out his phone to exchange numbers, you grabbed his wrist, startling him. Jake swallowed thickly at your proximity, anticipating your following words.

"You're not trying to lure me out to a weird place to murder me, are you, Jake?"

Jake's throat nearly seized before answering.

Christ, she's a cautious one, isn't she?

"Nah, of course not," He joked, "I'm not diabolical enough to execute a big, sticky ordeal like that. Besides, you don't seem like the sort of person I'd want to cross—"

— Too much, at least.

Secretly, deep down, Jake quite liked how assertive you could get when he acted out. Interacting with you was, by his definition, fun.

You smirked, "Very good answer."

Every inch of his skin that your hand covered was set alight. The moment you pulled back, Jake wished you hadn't let go but instead chose to run your fingers up his arm and through his hair again, praising him for saying the right answer, for being such a good boy. 

He knew you two had just met and that he was insane for thinking this— but why could he imagine countless scenarios involving all the restaurants the two of you could share a meal at, all the late-night movies to catch with you, amongst the limitless ways to make you moan his name in pleasure?

Such weird thoughts to have… except for the latter. 

As you stood up, Jake flexed his tingling hand.

You snatched your worksheet back but offered your free hand to him, "I guess I owe you one."

Maybe you did, but Jake wanted nothing more than to pull you back down on him and take your stress away, however you'd like him to.

Even if it involved you pushing him up against any sort of solid surface again, especially if it meant letting him play with your lovely tits in his mouth while you got yourself off by grinding down on his aching bulge.

He didn't mind that you were a high-strung individual– couldn't even blame you, what with all the stressful energy permeating the entire campus– that just made the thought of breaking you down all the sweeter.

Fuck.

He mentally soothed himself, feeling dizzy.

Calm down, Jaeyun, calm down, calm down…

He was in dire need of developing self-control; it could complicate things. 

"If it ends up working out for your situation, then let's be roommates," Jake replied instead, slipping his hand into yours as you hauled him to his feet with a strength he wouldn't have guessed you had.

Stars tinged the edge of his vision while he focused on your bare facial features. 

Beautiful.

"And if not?" You asked.

"I just might request that you reserve us a private study room—"

You lightly shoved at his chest, rolling your eyes while he grinned at you. 

"You wish, Jake."