pairing: 심재윤 𝓍 fem!reader
word count: 2,336
tags: smut, tooth rotting fluff, college au, pwp, cockwarming, mating press, pet names (sweetheart, love, etc.), dirty talk, breath play, degradation, soft dom!jake, sub!reader, unprotected sex, creampie
⌗ lexi’s notes: happy birthday to mr. ikeu! this is late and the first fic i’ve posted in forever (and with this new format for my banner and fics!) but I thought what the hell let me write something for jake’s birthday that’s fun and was requested by a lovely anon. and trust me hee also has a fic coming for his belated birthday ive just been struggling to motivate myself, but here’s jakey’s! big love to @faeyun @hannieoftheyear @prkhaven @ghstzzn @babeyun @yvampyr and @aeristudios for beta-reading this for me! ily all!
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𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𓇬 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!
The air is thick your small dorm bedroom. Not from a lack of conversation between you and your boyfriend or from false pretenses about what's occurring today, but tension. It hangs in the air like the lanterns strewn across your bedroom walls, walls also accompanied by pictures of you and Jake, alongside your many mutual friends. Your eyes flicker over to the polaroids and postcards on the corkboard above your desk, admiring the images and snapshots in time they capture.
"Focus on me, love," Jake whispers into the shell of your ear. He runs his hands along your sides, venturing dangerously close to your thighs that are sitting atop his own in your desk chair. Usually, you hate the damn thing when you study alone, the wood creating divots and dents in your spine only a doctor could rectify. But right now, sitting with your body nestled on your lover's lap, you could not be more at ease.
Well, that's a lie. You would be more at ease if he would just move.
Move just enough so his cock could nudge the sweeter spot inside of you it's close to hitting.
The idea came to him right after you threw your pencil at the wall above his head two hours ago. Exasperation hit you like a million bricks, the most impactful literary periods not sticking inside of your brain like they were supposed to. How else would you pass your midterm if it didn't all fit together correctly?
Jake being Jake, he had to come up with a solution that forced you to do something about your situation.
He remains stock-still, only moving his lips against the column of your throat and his fingertips dangerously close to the skin underneath your tank top. He's well-intentioned, even when he's cruel like this. It's a harsh tactic, but it's all to get you to pay attention and commit the information to memory. The reward looks you square in the face, and you'll only receive it once you complete enough of your "incentivized practice," as the devil himself called it.
"What literary pieces or authors tie into the Enlightenment?" Jake asks, repeating his earlier question as he stares down at your notes with his chin tucked into your shoulder. He swivels his hips a mere fraction, and you whimper. His dick's underside fits between your walls perfectly, like it's always been in that spot. It's hard to hold back any noises of pleasure when it's Jake pulling them out of you, especially now. And trying your best not to speak at all isn't working.
"T-There's Mary Shelley's Frankenstein…" you mumble, trying to compose a list in your head. Jake rewards the beginning of your answer with his fingertips inching further to the inside of your thigh. Already, he can feel how soaked you are from the light pad of his index and middle fingers brushing your panties. The fabric sticks to his fingertips, but he doesn't inch it out of the way to expose your clit to the air like you want him to. You curse yourself for making it so easy for him to tease you. You should have dressed better when you knew he was coming over, but fewer clothes always seems to be the way to go when you're around each other, for better or worse.
You tremble, and he has to hold himself back from smiling. "…and Voltaire." The two words leave your tongue with the cadence of a question rather than a statement, but Jake nods his head like he's pleased.
"Very good. And what themes were present in works from the Enlightenment?"
You sigh lightly, the puff of air weightless at soon as it leaves your mouth. Trying to move your body to feel some friction isn't possible with Jake's grip on your hip. Even the fingers around your thigh forbid you from doing anything to find some relief. "We've been at this for forever."
"So?"
"So, you would have gotten all of this down in about thirty minutes. Let's face it: I'm not gonna pass this test," you grumble, "even with your incentives."
"You don't know that, sweetheart. We just—"
You suddenly grumble, "I'm not like you, Jake." The words burst out of you as though you couldn't keep them in another second, but that didn't make them any less true.
Still, the responding pout on your boyfriend's face breaks your heart. You didn't intend to hurt him or make him feel sad, even if he doesn't admit it outright. Yet here you are, the man you love's confused expression tugging at your insides. "What do you mean?"
You stare at your hands in your lap, your mood now soured. "I mean— you're the soccer captain with a near perfect GPA, and you have everything figured out."
"That's not true and you know it. You talk as if I'm perfect."
"You practically are," you huff.
A year ago, it was almost like a dream the way it happened. The day before your final, when he asked you out for lunch after your Introduction to Psychology class, felt nonexistent. It couldn't have been happening to you of all people. He wasn't staring at you beaming as you stood stock still with your pen tucked in your mouth. You remember biting down on the cap hard so you weren't gaping at your gorgeous classmate asking you how you take your coffee. He couldn't have been grinning at your disheveled clothes and messy bun like you hung the moon, could he? Sim Jaeyun, flawless crown to boot, wasn't interested in you, surely.
It still doesn't feel real, this person you've given your heart to seeing perfection where there isn't a modicum of adequacy.
"I mean, come on," you say, suddenly choking up on your own words, "you must think I'm ridiculous for not managing to sit still for a few hours to do—"
Jake removes his hand from your hip to clutch the side of your face, turning your neck so he can press his lips to yours. You refuse to kiss him half-heartedly, instead turning in his lap to give him full access to your mouth, his cock still nestled inside of you the entire time you turn a hundred and eighty degrees to face him. His tongue presses against the seam of your lips, and you give in, letting him access the inside of your mouth with abandon.
He doesn't stop you from rolling your hips against him, his cock pressing in and out of you at the perfect pace that makes you forget what you were insecure for in the first place. But Jake is nothing if not a devout believer in words of affirmation. "Do you wanna know what I see when I look at you?"
You blush instantly, willing your shyness not to make you shake your head. You nod instead, curious if all else to hear his answer.
"I see a woman figuring out her shit. She takes morning and night classes so she can finish her degree with honors, even if she downplays it. She works both a student position at the Religious Studies office and the Chipotle across campus to afford this place and all the other expenses that come with being as gorgeous as she is." You giggle at that, eyes watery, but Jake continues. "I may be smart, but so are you. And I'm stupidly in love with you."
He doesn't let you respond in kind, only kissing you deeper and with more love than you thought one body could hold. "I love you so much I forget what you see in me sometimes, because I barely get a sentence right when I see you. It all comes out exactly wrong yet you treat it like I'm right all the time. You could look at me, just once, and it's like everything in my brain melts."
You roll your eyes at him, but the grin on your face remains. "That can't be true."
"It is, princess. Believe me." His lips move down to your jugular once again, and you hum in pleasure at the feeling coupled with his hands running under your shirt. "Especially when you wear these little clothes around me, begging me to hold you. The only thing I feel is this pure need to touch you. It's like all my brain can compute." His hands skate the perfect line towards the hem of your underwear, although it's practically off of you from how Jake's cock has pushed it aside to accommodate the space. It's still inside of you, but everything else about the moment is what's turning you on.
Jake's words, his affection, his desire. And, as a result, Jake is all your own brain can gravitate around and towards. It's mutual, this bond you share, in every aspect.
"Come on, my love," Jake murmurs against your lips, a smirk spreading across his face. "What themes—"
"Individual liberty and the nature of humanity," you respond immediately. Your lips are swollen from the mixture of every kiss, but you wouldn't change the feeling or the desire to chase the pleasure so recklessly.
Jake chuckles and finally presses his fingers to your clit. The hardened bud practically buzzes from the contact. "Look at you go." He rubs slow, deliberate circles into your wetness as his hips buck up, and you moan into his mouth at the abrupt change of pace. Going from nothing to everything at once is truly euphoric, and only Jake knows how to provide the escalated stimulation.
"I'll fuck you all night if it gets you an A on that exam, baby. Just say the word."
You keen, your body bowing into him as he thrusts harder. Abruptly, Jake lifts you from your desk chair to carry you over to your bed and lay you down gently on the duvet. He wastes no time spreading you open and sliding his dick back inside of you, fingers reattaching to your clit once he's buried in so deep you forget he ever left you. The glide is effortless, practiced with well-intentioned ease that he's the master of now.
"Who knew my perfect girl was so eager for my dick all day, that's all it took to get you to memorize a couple of important facts, huh? What a little cock-hungry slut you are, princess."
"Shut up," you whisper, but you raise your hips to rock against his in silent agreement. He only gets crude like this in bed, the remainder of time his puppy-akin persona taking over in a way that always cinches at your heart. What makes it worse is that he isn't wrong, not in the slightest. It did take something as simple as his cock splitting you open to make you retain vital knowledge.
"You know I love it. Just like you love it when I do this," he says as he raises your legs higher so they meet the height of your shoulders. The mating press and the hand not on your clit wrapping around your throat knocks all the air out of your lungs. But it feels too good to be breathless, so why would you want it any other way than like this?
"Feel how deep I am, sweetheart? That's how much I love you. S'much, I never want to leave," he murmurs against your cupid's bow.
"I love you too, Yunnie. So much," you slur, shivering from how high he's taken you in record time compared to how long you were waiting for him to do something. Anything to give you some relief when you were frustrated to all kinds of lengths. And now, wrapped up in his legs and arms, you can't remember being without him at all.
"Love being fucked dumb, princess? Love how easy it is to give into me?"
"Yes, yes, fuck— I love it!" You practically scream the words into your pillowcase, the air thin from the lack of control you have over your voice with Jake's hand still encasing your throat. Spit gathers at the corner of your mouth, the quantity increasing with each glide and motion of Jake's hips. He slides out almost completely before slipping back in, and you know you're gone.
"I'm—oh fuck—Jaeyun—"
"I know, love. Let go for me."
You release in that moment, shaking through the throes of ecstasy like a leaf. But each millisecond is pleasure spiking in every nerve ending.
When Jake is in his sexual element, letting his domineering nature take over, it still holds all the semblances of his love, it's so easy to give into his every command. So when he grips your hip tighter, thrusting faster and rubbing deeper circles into your clit, you know he expects you to come again while he comes undone himself.
He doesn't let you go, not as he climbs to the precipice of his release and not as he falls apart, his lips attached to yours the entire time.
He's so beautiful as he comes undone, spilling almost endless, thick ropes of cum inside of you, you think you could live here forever just like he said. College be damned, the outside world completely forgotten if it must. You love him so, your perfectly gorgeous nerd, you wouldn't want to change him in any regard.
The next moment, he's murmuring his praises of adoration in your ear, reminding you how well you did and why he loves you so much. He doesn't stop, even as he cleans you up and watches his cum seep out of you in adoration before wiping it away. "You're so beautiful. Even your sweat is perfection. It's because of all the pheromones you release, did you know that?"
You giggle into Jake's neck once he's back in your arms. You kiss him firmly on the apple of one cheek before pecking the other with the same fervor. "All I need to know is that I love you, Sim Jaeyun."
SUMMARY: being an omega was already hard, but being an omega with an alpha roommate was worse. especially during your heats. you’d lock yourself in your room, trying to ignore his strong scent and his presence, but jake has had enough of hearing pained wails. he’ll help you, even if he wasn’t your alpha (yet).
WARNINGS: omegaverse, roommates au, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), breeding kink, doggystyle, dirty talking, riding, cream pie, fingering, pussy eating, knotting (?) , heat and mentions of ruts, pet names (baby, good girl), mentions of pups (this feels strange idk), reader is a virgin, overstimulation, tits sucking (😋), mentions of pregnancy, manhandling, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 28th August 2024
WC: 4.2k
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a/n: why do i always end my jake fics with a cliffhanger? it’s a mistery to me as well. i don’t really like how it turned out but i sincerely hope y’all do. idk much abt omegaverse and i searched on google most of the information, if it ain’t accurate let’s just say it’s caseyverse and call it a day. please REBLOG & COMMENT bcs only likes get me shadowbanned. also, lmk your thoughts on this fic 🫶🫶
You were prepared.
You had your favourite blankets, all your plushies, your phone and your charger.
You had even bought a mini fridge to keep enough food so that you would resist for at least three days.
Your heat was coming, you could feel it in your bones, which was the main reason as to why you were locked in your bedroom.
Taking the pill to stop the heat from coming was a good idea, especially since you didn’t have an alpha of your own, but the doctor refused to prescribe them, saying that they would really damage your health.
Because suffering for two to three days straight wasn’t.
Your skin was hot, too hot, sweat started gathering on your forehead, and sticking you to the sheets.
You laid on your bed, trying your best to even your breaths and willing your mind not to slip away.
You hated being an omega and going into heat, especially in summer. The weather affected it, making the pain unbearable.
As you thought about it, a sharp pain like a sting hit your lower stomach, you could feel your panties wetting with arousal.
A small yelp left your lips, your hips slowly bucking in the air to soothe the ache between your legs.
It was humiliating, the way your mind succumbed to the primal urge to mating, to being bred.
Suddenly, a soft knock came from the other side of the door and you scrunched your nose.
Jake, with his strong hormones scent, minty but musky at the same time. You normally could live with it, he was good at hiding his scent so as not to bother you and you hid your pheromones well too.
But now, it almost suffocated you and he wasn’t even in the room with you “Y/N… can I come in?”
You scoffed, mood already ruined by your denied pleasure. It’s not like you didn’t have toys, they were in your drawer, but most definitely you weren’t to use them while Jake was in the house.
You just needed to keep control of your mind.
“Jake, no.” You hissed, even if he already knew the answer “Not for the rest three working days.”
Jake pressed his forehead on the door. He also went into rut, but he would just find a willing omega or a beta to bury himself and then forget about them.
You weren’t like him, you didn’t want someone you didn’t know to be inside you, to have such a power over your body.
“Three days?” He sighed “Fuck, your scent is so strong.”
And it was true, during your heat you released more pheromones so as to attract other alphas. Fact was, it also drove your roommate insane.
“I can smell how bad your heat is, it drives me crazy.” Jake murmured, making you shiver.
You could hear his breathless voice, the thick Australian accent rolling off his tongue was such a turn on.
“Don’t—“ You groaned when another wave of pain hit your lower stomach, “Don’t talk like that.” You pleaded.
"I can't help it." He said, "Your scent is so strong, you smell so good…”
He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw.
“Please, Jake.” You clung the sheet under you, needing an anchor against your lust “Leave, go outside.”
“I can’t.” He was quick to say “You keep whimpering and I don’t want to hear you in pain.” He stated.
“I’m g-grand.” You replied, “I can manage.”
He gripped the door handle, his muscles tensing up. “I want to help you." He said, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I want to take care of you and make you feel good, please, just let me in."
“Don’t complicate things,” You breathed out, your hips moving around the bed “We set boundaries, remember?”
“Boundaries don’t expect me to sit back, knowing you’re suffering.” He bit back, voice strained.
“Still,” You commented.
Jake and you had a nice relationship, you weren’t just roommates but also friends. You loved to hang out with him and you didn’t want him to see you like this. Again, it was too embarrassing, you weren’t sure you’d be able to face him afterwards.
He tried to pull the handle but obviously, you had locked the door “Y/N, open up.”
You turned around on the bed, your hips humping against the mattress, your face flush on the sheets “No.” You said, trying to sound convincing.
“I just want to help you, don’t overthink it.” Jake sighed, pulling the door knob again. “I said no, Jake. Go away.”
At another groan that escaped your lips, Jake couldn’t take it anymore and kicked the door a couple of times until it swung open.
You widened your eyes “What—“ Before you could talk, he pounced on you, his body holding yours down.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that resembled vanilla and peaches, making his head spin “You smell so good, baby.”
You breathed out, trying your hardest not to think about his body so close to you, his skin on yours, “Jake please, get out.”
He planted hot kisses down your collarbone, his hands roaming over your body. “Let me take care of you, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
“No..” You murmured but as his hands yanked off your shorts and panties, you could feel your wetness running down your thighs in the same way your consciousness crumbled.
You wanted it, you wanted Jake to take you, to make you his and calm the burning desire that consumed you.
He cursed under his breath, two fingers gathered your arousal and he put them in his mouth, humming “You even taste delicious baby, can you be anymore perfect?”
“Jake..” You murmured, “Make it better.” Your voice was strained and whiny, making Jake’s pants tighter.
“Say no more.” He said and without any warning he pushed two fingers deep inside of you.
How they even fit was foreign to you, given that nobody had ever dared to touch you there, but you didn’t really care at that moment. It felt good, so good.
You moaned out, gripping the sheets under you, your mind already a puddle of pleasure.
His digits were skilled, brushing and thrusting in every spot that got your eyes rolling.
“So wet for me baby, mh?” Jake groaned, the squelching sound filling the room, imprinting in his ears.
He raised your shirt with his free hand and started groping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh in his palms.
He towered you, his presence dominant behind you, like a shadow swallowing you whole.
Whimpers left your lips, but this time they were a reaction from pleasure, not pain.
“Where is it?” He asked, biting his tongue as he desperately searched for something inside you.
When he felt you moan loudly, he smirked “Got it.” And he started thrusting his fingers in and out, reaching that spot again.
You felt as if your body was being burned, you needed him to continue it, to take you to the edge.
And Jake never stopped, even if his wrist hurt and his fingers grew sore. He lived to hear your cries of pleasure, to be the one making you squirm.
“Close?” He asked when he felt your walls clench around his digits and you nodded.
“Ugh.” You moaned, your eyes squeezing and with one last thrust of his fingers, you fell apart.
Your body trembled, your legs shook. Jake gently helped you ride out of your high before pulling out his fingers and licking them clean.
“If only you could taste yourself, baby.” He took your chin in his hand and raised your body so you were kneeling, back flush to his chest “So sweet, I can’t get enough.”
You felt his bulge brush against your back and it was the moment where your mind went completely black.
Lust winning over reason.
You breathed out “Jake,” Letting one of your hands wander down his chest until it reached his sweats, feeling his clothed hard-on “Put it inside me.”
Jake cursed, his body trembling “You want it inside?” He questioned, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear “Want me to fuck you, mh?”
You nodded blissfully, trying to pull his pants down.
Jake chuckled and let you fall on the mattress, quickly working both his shirt and pants off.
You peeked at him over your shoulder and gasped. His cock was huge, so long and thick it made your mouth water.
Any worry that it might not fit in your virgin pussy was clouded by lust, so you said “Hurry.” Raising your backside in the air.
“Patience.” He ordered, gently pulling your shorts and panties down your ankles, as well as removing your shirt.
He stroked his hard shaft, already leaking precum, he kneeled closer to you and you held onto the headboard.
Jake gripped your backside, squeezing your hips as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.
You gasped, the feeling so good “I’m going in now.” He had the decency to warn that time and slowly, pushed inside you.
“Ngh.” You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he put all of his length in you, reaching places you didn’t even know existed.
Jake sighed, his head thrown back. Your walls hugged him, “You’re so tight.” He grunted.
He was going slow so he wouldn’t hurt you, but it wasn’t enough for you. You needed more, you needed to feel all of him in all of you.
“Faster,” You pleaded, arching your back “Faster, fuck me fast.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.” He murmured, his pace still too slow
“You hurt me if you don’t start moving fast.” You groaned, reaching a hand behind you to pull his hips nearer you.
Jake shook his head, amazed “Anything you want.” Like that, he moved faster.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room as well as the squelching ones from your wetness.
“M’gonna fuck you so good,” He said, voice so husky. He took your chin in his grasp and pulled you up, tilting it to the side so he could kiss you.
Finally, he got a taste of your lips, his tongue licking yours, giving delicious strokes.
You moaned in his mouth and he rewarded you with a rather deep thrust that hit your cervix.
He smirked, knowing he had found your sweetest spot, so he kept hitting it repetitively, alternating slow to fast thrusts.
“That’s it,” He snuck a hand on your neck and gently squeezed “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
You couldn’t almost see straight from the amount of pleasure you were given.
He licked your ear, then pressed wet kisses down your jaw, occasionally sucking.
Your pussy clenched around him, signalling that you were close to your orgasm.
“Jake,” You breathed out “Jake, m’so close.”
His free hand went to your clit, gently rubbing circles that sent jolts of pleasure through your body.
“Ugh!” You moaned, the knot in your stomach snapping, making you cream all over his cock.
Jake gave you slow thrusts, helping you ride out of your orgasms and waiting for you to come down off your high.
Your eyes flickered open as you flopped on the mattress, your body growing tired.
Jake pulled out, making you frown “W-what about you?” You asked quietly.
“I’d love to continue baby, but it’s easier to get pregnant during your heat and I have no condoms.” He explained, pressing a featherlight kiss on your shoulder.
How he wasn’t yet a slave of lust, you didn’t know.
“But..” You wanted to argue but your reason was gone, even the lust, replaced by an immense tiredness.
Jake helped you lay down properly, caressing your sweaty forehead “I don’t want to take advantage of you, if we keep going I won’t be able to pull away.”
He leaned down to press another kiss on your lips “Rest, I’ll clean you up and stay with you, ok?”
You only managed to softly hum as your eyelids grew heavy and his voice grew faint until the world was just black.
⪩⪨.
When you felt the second wave hit, you had half expected to wake up in a pool of sweat and slick.
Definitely, not with Jake’s nose rubbing your clothed pussy, inhaling your sweet smell.
“Jake?” You asked, your voice laced with sleep.
He raised his face and looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot. You couldn’t control your pheromones while you slept and they drove Jake insane, making him lust drunk.
“I’m sorry,” He murmured, giving your pussy another smell “Really need to taste you.”
You still felt groggy from your deep slumber when he slipped your panties down and smelled them again.
“Christ,” Jake groaned, slipping them into his sweatpants’ pocket.
He placed gentle kisses on your thighs and raised your legs, letting them rest on your shoulders.
Jake’s breath fanned against your pussy, making you let out a whiney exhale. He smirked and licked a long stripe out of your wet folds.
He moaned, really moaned, at the taste of you and you couldn’t help but glance down at the man between your legs.
He was drop dead gorgeous, with two deep brown eyes, messy hair and the expression of a starved man ready to dig in for his long awaited meal.
Jake gave you kitten licks again, alternating soft kisses to sucking.
You moaned, throwing your head back. You had always fantasised about how good getting eaten out felt like, but Jake must’ve been the masters of it because lord, if he made you see stars.
Your pussy was dripping with arousal, your juices coating his face, running down his chin.
But he didn’t mind, instead, he tried to gather them all on his tongue so as not to miss anything.
He buried his face between your legs, your feet locking behind his neck.
“You need to keep them open, baby.” He murmured on your clit, “Alright? Can you do that for me?”
You let out a broken hum in response, your mind just filled with unholy thoughts of him. You just barely opened your legs for him.
You needed him to make you cum, over and over again, to teach you everything he knew, in all the positions he liked.
“Good girl,” Jake whispered before downing again, his tongue lapping on your bundle of nerves.
He thrust one finger inside of you, gently curling it to reach your sweet spot, making you a moaning mess.
“Ugh..” You yelped, your back arching, “Pussy so good.” He said between licks “Could do this all day.”
You groaned and put one hand on his head, fingers grasping his locks “Less talking, more licking.”
Jake loved how desperate you were, so different from your usually collected and shy attitude.
You were clouded by lust and all of that was for him, he was really the luckiest alpha on earth.
Your hips bucked against his tongue, you were so close to your orgasm you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.
“Jake...” You breathed out, and he understood what you meant. He removed his finger from you and put his tongue instead, the sensation so new and wet.
His nose brushed against your clit and he patted your waist, signalling that you could start moving.
Both your hands grabbed his hair, riding his tongue, your hips bucking fast against him.
He moaned, sending vibrations all through your body. You rolled your eyes back, “M’so-so close.” You murmured “M’gonna cum.”
If Jake’s mouth was free, he would’ve cooed at how cute you looked, so lost in pleasure you couldn’t even speak properly.
With a few more strong bucks, your legs shook around his neck, your orgasm reaching you like a tidal wave.
You pulled his hair so hard it hurt, but Jake didn’t mind. No, he actually liked it.
“Ride it out,” He murmured “Fuck my tongue, baby.”
You slowly calmed down, your legs fell down on Jake’s sides, your chest heaving slowlier.
You peeled your eyes open, glancing down at Jake.
He had been humping the mattress, as if eating you out was a source of pleasure for him as well.
You could see that the precum leaking from his bulge had stained his sweats, his chest already bare.
“Can I ride you?” You asked such a filthy question so innocently that Jake could’ve cum on spot.
“You want to ride me, baby?” You nodded shamelessly while he chuckled, patting your leg “Get up.”
You followed his lead, getting up so he could take your position. He leaned his back against your bed’s headboard and held out his hands to you.
You took them in yours as he helped you sit on his lap.
Jake’s hands settled on your waist while yours on his shoulders, your hips slowly rocking on his.
He groaned, his head thrown back against the headboard. “You feel so good.” His smirk made you want to do many unspeakable things to him.
Swiftly, he removed your shirt and started touching your warm breasts, teasing your nipples.
He tilted you towards him and latched his mouth on one, kissing and swirling his tongue around your nipple while kneading the other.
You moaned, rewarding him with a rather deep grind, feeling his whole length underneath you.
Suddenly, a thought crossed your blackened mind “Breed me.”
Jake stopped his work on your breasts and looked up at you, his brows furrowing.
Something in his brain was trying to warn him, but he was far too deep to even care “Yeah? You want me to breed you?”
He circled your waist with one arm and pulled you up, pulling his sweats and boxers down and kicking them off his ankles.
“I want your pups.” You murmured, your voice frail and quiet but full of desire.
Jake groaned, his cock twitching “Fuck, baby.”
“I’ll give you my pups,” You pumped his shaft with your hand and held it to your entrance as he slowly lowered you on him “I’ll fill you with my pups.”
The thought of your belly all swollen, your body changing to carry his pups wasn’t such a bad idea… was it?
You wanted everyone to know he was the alpha who took care of you, you wanted— no, you needed him to mate you.
He moved you up and down, slowly at first, so you could get used to him, but then he snapped his hips up into yours forcefully.
He debated whether to let you ride him or to just take the lead and fuck into you, but his control had crumbled long time ago and all he needed was to breed you.
The desire was consuming the both of you, leaving the room only with moans, grunts, heavy breaths and filthy sounds.
You sincerely hoped your neighbours weren’t to hear your late night activities.
You wrapped your arms around Jake’s neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You left kitten kisses and sucked on his skin, making his head spin.
You fit so well in his arms and he fit so well inside of you.
“Pussy was made for me,” He grunted, his pace picking up “Mh, Were you made for me, baby? Aren’t you my omega?”
You nodded, your walls sucking him in, squeezing around him “I’m yours,” You cried out “I’m yours, all of me.”
Jake’s eyes lit up “Yeah?” He chuckled, placing one hand on your lower stomach. He could feel the shadow of his bulge under his palms.
“Do you feel it, baby? I’m here.” You felt him press down, earning a moan from you.
You looked down to where his hand was and almost came on spot “So— S’deep.” You threw your head back.
He circled your hips, making your clit brush against his pubic hair.
“You like it deep?” He asked, his voice low, his accent thicker when he was lost in lust. “You like it when I’m so deep you can feel me everywhere?”
You nodded mindlessly, your eyes squeezing as you felt your second orgasm approach “Like it!” You exclaimed “Like it so much, Jake, please.”
Jake groaned in answer and goped your ass, lifting you up so he could fuck into you.
His hips moved fast, his balls smacking on your skin. You grasped his shoulders and bit down on his neck, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming all your senses.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close.” He murmured, his grip on you so tight it left red marks.
“Jake, oh lord—” You cried out, feeling your orgasm approach “Cum around my cock.” He whispered, his lips so close to your ear it sent shivers in your body.
“Mh— Ah.” You moaned as your euphoria reached you, your legs trembling and body squirming. If it wasn’t for Jake’s iron grip, you would’ve fallen out of your small bed.
But he didn’t care that you needed to calm down, not really, because his hips continued to snap against yours.
His cock was in so deep he hit your cervix with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure all around your body.
Your ears rang from your powerful orgasm, your breath laboured. Overstimulation made your body tremble. But still, you didn’t feel complete.
“Cum in me.” You managed to whisper in his ear, your arms clinging to him for dear life. “Please Jakey, I need you to breed me.”
That was all it took. Jake’s movements altered, his cock twitching inside of you as his balls emptied.
You felt his hot seed filling you up, but soon it was followed by a sharp pain.
“Ugh!” You groaned, tears filling your eyes “J-jake…”
He cursed under his breath, his orgasm still washing over him. It had never happened that he came so much like that time, liquid spurring inside of you.
“Shit baby, I’m sorry,” He breathed out “I may have knotted you.”
“What?!” You widened your eyes, back to your normal self. Your worried and overthinker self.
You tried to move away from him but the sharp pain came back.
“Shh, don’t move.” Jake instructed “It’ll hurt more if I pull out now,”
“It hurts either way!” You groaned, clinging on him like an anchor.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He pressed featherlight kisses on your neck “The first time always hurts, but I swear it gets better.”
“I’m dying here.” You whimpered, but Jake’s touch was soothing and so were his words and a few minutes later, the pain stopped.
Slowly, he pulled out of you and kissed your temples “You okay?”
You nodded, now that there was nothing tied up inside of you, you felt refreshed. Happier. You didn’t even feel any discomfort caused from the heat.
Jake smiled softly and caressed your cheek, he leaned in to whisper “Knotting helps with your heat pain.”
“But it hurts like a bitch.” You frowned, watching as he carefully placed you down on the bed and cleaned you up with a tissue.
Jake chuckled, “I told you, it gets better.”
⪩⪨.
And it did, Jake was no liar.
The morning after he was kind enough to drive you to the doctor who gave you a prescription to take birth control. He said it would be better than fully stopping your heat.
He also reassured that the percentage to get pregnant was high after a knot (nagging at Jake for losing control), but as long as you took the pill within twenty-four hours, it would slow or block the process completely.
You hoped for the latter.
Obviously, he highly recommended to always use protections and to avoid knotting… but, you used a condom just a couple of times, because your heat wouldn’t get better unless Jake fucked you raw and filled you wih his seed.
In fact, he took you in the shower, on the couch and even in the kitchen. Any time was a good time to eat you out and stuff you full.
The only place left ‘holy’ was his room, but he said it’d be filthy once his rut started. Which, by the way, you agreed to help him through.
Jake even skipped his lectures to stay at home with you and provide you whatever you needed. Not like he attended much on a daily basis.
Everything went smoothly, he was so caring towards you, always looking after you when you passed out from the intense sex, even cooking for you (even if he burnt the pan and you two had to order out) and giving you nice massages until your heat completely stopped.
However, it was around a month later, when you came out of the bathroom with teary eyes and a positive pregnancy test in hand that you and Jake realised you had taken it too far.
; SYNOPSIS - when you first meet your best friend’s brother, your first thought is, “holy shit, he’s gorgeous.” your second thought is, “holy shit, he’s a baby.” younger guys aren't exactly your thing, but jake insists that your age gap of 10 months really isn’t that big.
; PAIRING - jake x fem!reader
; TAGS - one-shot, fluff, angst, younger!jake, older!reader, not by much though, high school au, inspired by their song, best friend’s brother trope ; WARNINGS - cursing, umm nothing else (for the teaser at least)
; WC - 1k (teaser) full fic est. idk probably more than 5k
; RELEASE - hopefully november 15 (on his birthday!) but may have to post pone a little bc i've got a terrible cough
holy shit, he's gorgeous.
jake sim, your best friend's brother, might just be one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your almost-nineteen years of life. his flawless skin combined with his wild hair gave him that carefree teenage look; the poster boy of a cliché summer fling, coming-of-age movie.
jaena had asked you to join her family at the amusement park, to celebrate jake's birthday. and while you'd known that she had a brother, you'd never actually met him - until now. you suddenly found yourself wishing she had told you to prepare to be blown away by his looks.
you smile at him, giving him a half-hug. "happy birthday!"
jake, snapped out of whatever trance he'd been caught in ever since he first laid his eyes upon you, patting your back. "um, thank you."
your best friend catches him in a headlock, giving him a noogie. "aww, you're eighteen now! no more lying about being an adult online," she teases him.
your heart stops, ears catching on one word in particular. "wait, he just turned eighteen?"
"yeah, he's my younger brother," jaena says.
that has you sitting back against the backrest of your seat, blowing out air as you digested the new information. you glance back at jake, who's eyes are pinned curiously on you.
holy shit, he's a baby.
jaena snorts. jake's eyebrows raise up behind his bangs. did you say that out loud?
"i'm not a baby!" he protests.
"yeah, you are," jaena shoves him lightly.
"woah, my whole perception of you has just changed," you tell him.
jake's jaw drops impossibly further as jaena barks out more laughter.
"what?! what was your first perception of me, then?"
you shake your head, amusement pulling at your features. "doesn't matter now."
as expected, your day at the park was well spent. jaena and jake's parents had gone off somewhere and left you three (and heeseung, who was invited by jake) alone. you guys had ridden the rollercoaster twice, gone on some spinning ride, and a game of laser tag - which, by the way, jake and heeseung had severely lost ('jake! stop staring at y/n!' 'i wasn't!' 'then how did you miss your sister pointing her gun at you when she was right in front of you?!').
when the four of you lined up for bumper cars, jake walked over to your side.
"hey, you wanna share a car with me?"
"me? with you?" you asked in confusion, tilting your head to the side. "why?"
"stealing my best friend from me, jake?" jaena asked.
"precisely," he smiles at her, and takes your hand as you guys reach the front of the line. he pulls you into the passenger seat of a car.
buckling the seatbelt, you jokingly ask jake, "do you need me to hold your hand, you child?"
jake frowns, before his face swiftly contorts into a smirk. "if you feel like you need to hold onto me for support, then sure!"
you roll your eyes at his playfulness. if he'd been older than you, you would have definitely blushed at his reply. instead, he came across to you like a little boy trying to impress an adult. how cute.
it's a fun round, with you and jake bumping into jaena and heeseung's car several times, getting them caught against the edge. when a random pair of strangers you guys didn't know bumped your car, the four of you teamed up and went after the poor kids. you all left the bumper cars ride laughing to the point your stomachs hurt.
after that, jaena dragged you and two boys to the stall games. you and jaena had fun playing one of those shooting games, whilst the other two did something else.
when you met up again, jake handed you three big plushies, a smile as big as them on his face.
"for you!"
jaena scrunched her nose at her brother. "ewww jake are you trying to court my best friend or something?"
"i'm not courting her! what is this, the 18th century?" he maturely poked his tongue out at his sister. "i won these for y/n, you know. do you like them?"
you took one and hugged it. "aw, thanks jakey," you cooed at him, pinching his cheek. "but i think these would find a better place on your bed. you can hug them to sleep."
jake huffed out in annoyance. "why do you keep treating me like a child?"
"because you are a child."
"i'm literally eighteen? i'm a full-grown adult!"
"sorry to break it to you, but eighteen is barely an adult," jaena snorted at him, taking the plushie from your arms.
"how old are you then?" jake asked you, his head tilting to the side. you had to stop yourself from letting out another 'aww'. he looked like a cute puppy asking for attention.
"i'm almost nineteen."
"so you're also eighteen? we're the exact same age."
"no we're not! i'm ten months older," you protested.
"but we're still both eighteen right now! and for the next two months! you're acting like you're my grandma or something..." he muttered.
"well, our age gap was big enough that you were placed in the lower grade. so i do feel like your grandma."
"ten months isn't even that big!" he rolled his eyes.
"why does it even matter?" heeseung shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets as you guys walk towards the rendezvous point you'd be meeting jake's parents at before going back home.
"because she's treating me like a baby!"
"keep whining like that and i'll start to think that you really are," you tease him, jaena laughing at your bickering.
you purse your lips, suppressing a smile as you watch the cute boy leave his sister's side and move over to yours. a whiff of his cologne attacks your nose, but you don't fight it. it's oddly attractive, until you remind yourself of who it belongs to.
no, no, no way. you gulp down your thoughts and feelings, trying to keep a light-hearted expression on your face. 'keep calm and carry on', or whatever it was that old meme said.
you couldn't let your conflicted feelings show. so you pushed away any and all thoughts that you might be falling for your best friend's brother.
; AUTHOR'S CORNER! HII this is scheduled but anyway i hope i can complete this fic within the next 5 days (pray for me) but if not please excuse me my immune system isn't fighting whatever pathogen i have fast enough
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summary: love takes on all shapes and forms. four different paths untold, described through the songs found in love language by umi. follow each track with enhypen hyung line. each track read separately. fem reader.
estimated release: august through september
tracklist:
park sunghoon: love affair [f.]
so when i’m gonna know what to feel inside, baby?
maybe it’s just all in my head, so
don’t overthink, this is love
maybe it’s just a crush
baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?
synopsis: what happens when two childhood best friends make a deal to help each other’s reputations? an unforeseen circumstance prompts sunghoon to approach you, intriguing not just you but practically every other student at your college. you believe your reunion with him can only end in one of two ways: you resort back to being friends and go on with your lives, or you use each other and once you’re both done, you fall out and never talk again. how will you two navigate your companionship? is it just the nostalgia coming up? a revival of feelings? a new crush? could it possibly be actual love?
status: track released
sim jaeyun: sukidakara [f.]
僕は君のことが好きだか (because i like you)
いつまでも、いつまでも (forever and ever,)
待ちつずけてあげるからね (i’ll wait for you)
every day
i’m sitting here helpless, i’m hopelessly waiting
know that i see you but do you even notice me?
synopsis: you and jake have always been a solid pair, true partners in crime as class president and vice president all throughout high school. you’ve been deemed the “power couple” without actually being together. the nicknames don’t bother either of you until your senior year. another election swept by you two, promising the best final year possible. is this case of “senioritis” because you’re saying goodbye to your high school, or because you know you have to give up the clyde to your bonnie?
status: writing lyrics
lee heeseung: runnin’ [f. + a.]
to you
you came up on some new
i know i shouldn’t feel blue
‘cause i was runnin’ out of time for you
synopsis: you met heeseung in your freshman year of college and immediately hit it off. you’ve made it to your third year and when everyone including yourselves thought that you were each other’s endgame, the devastation when you two split was immeasurable. you both know there’s still love between you. this break allows you both to realize new things. can you two find your ways back to each other? will this be the final goodbye?
status: writing lyrics
park jongseong: breathe [f. + a.]
if i give you more of me
would you give me more of you?
or will i be someone you knew?
know you’re used to being used
synopsis: after a while of talking and going on dates, you and jay finally become official. yet, he feels like he’s still learning something new about you everyday. some suspicious behavior on your end causes him to become wary. excuses are made and he accepts them, still being a bit cautious. a certain situation reveals to him the reasoning behind it all and he connects the dots. on the other hand, all this can only make you wonder, will he be able to stick with you through it all?
〔 𝒾 〕 Your best friend told you her brother was off limits years ago, and that should have been the end of it. But feelings, especially reciprocated ones, don't die, not when you're going to be in close proximity for a week.
𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝓍 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 11.7K ⋮ 18+ ⋮
angst, fluff, smut, best friend's (younger) brother!jake, forbidden attraction au, college au, alcohol use, feat! heeseung, dry humping, clit play, body worship, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie
ᯤ 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈: new emotion — the aces, do you think about me — lahar, boys like you — who is fancy, starving — hailee steinfeld, butterfly rain — tori templet, i'm not in love — emily james, dive — ed sheeran, ready set go — bnza, shooting star — muna, say it again —frances
⌗ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ── Nobody ever really does female best friend's sibling and I wanted to for this because Jake is clearly my muse and I'm obsessed, so here we go! Bless all my friends who read the story before its release— @tinycatharsis, @lovetaroandtaemin @xylatox @xomakara @aeristudios @hannieoftheyear and @frenchkisstheabyss—because they kept me going to post it! I love you all so much, thank you. I hope you guys enjoy!
There are two things you are certain of in this life. Sim Jaemin, Jamie to those who know her best, will always be your dearest friend, and she is relentless in getting what she wants.
Jamie pushed herself to learn tennis all on her own at nine, simply because she found Serena Williams incredibly attractive wielding a racket like a sword. She decided in middle school to make you her best friend, even as she was an opinionated, bouncy thirteen-year-old that made you, a girl who still hid behind her lunchbox, feel intimidated to no end. She convinced her parents to take in the neighbor's dog at sixteen when the old couple decided to leave the beautiful pup behind. "Layla is too cute to just go to anyone!" The pout she threw, perfectly curved with the cupid's bow of an angel, made every single person in the family cave without another word. Jake needed little persuasion; her little brother was always fond of animals. Still is.
Then, she got older, and more reasonable demands came to the forefront.
"I don't want you ruining our friendship by liking my brother." When she said this on the verge of your first year of university, it was the furthest thing from your mind. Tuition paperwork, scholarship applications, and the freshman fifteen was all you could focus on back then. Even as you watched Jake, on the tail-end of junior year, swim a few laps in the family's pool.
"One, he's too young for me. Two, you're worth more than a crush, as if I had one." Your arguments convinced her because it was true. You did not like Sim Jaeyun. You would barely look his way if he didn't have familial ties he shared with your best friend, although he was always friendly and funny to you. Yet, that was the intention: a younger brother, annoying, yet well-behaved.
He crosses your mind now and then, some photos he shares with Jamie popping up on your feed when she goes to her parents for visits without you, leaving you behind in your shared dorm room to doomscroll and avoid the problems awaiting at home. She's beautiful, bright, magnanimous in personality.
It's no coincidence her brother shares the same level of allure.
Now, he lingers on your mind as your hands clench the steering wheel. You and Jamie always went home for spring break, tradition the strongest facet of the Sim family. As Jake is also on his way home for his first spring break since starting college, his soccer scholarship keeping him plenty busy, you wonder how the dynamic between all of you—three full-fledged adults—will change. You're not much older than each other. Two years separate you girls from the only boy in the Sim household, but Jamie has always been smaller than her brother; the youngest sprouted like a tree when he reached high school. You, you're just short because of the universe's sarcastic design.
"Are you even listening? I'm baring my soul here about Chungha and you're too busy lost in thought!" Jamie cries, throwing an arm over her eyes for a dramatic flare.
You chuckle. "I'm actually too busy driving the car, asshole," you note with a quirked eyebrow. "Anyway, I thought your broken heart was because of Seungcheol."
"That was two months ago! This is now! She was supposed to Facetime me last night about her plans for the break, but never did. She hates me now, it's official."
Just because Jamie is headstrong doesn't mean she's prone to being realistic.
You sigh. "Her phone probably died. And we left pretty early this morning. I bet she'll text you as soon as she gets up today."
She nods, whining but agreeing. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I'd have lost my head by now."
Laughing, you make another turn. The street the Sim family house resides on comes into clear view, birch trees and tulip bushes welcoming you like an old friend coming back from a long trip off to faraway lands. You breathe easy, already feeling more at home here than anywhere else, including your parent's place twenty minutes away.
You always tell them you're too busy to visit, even during the occasional weekend off from exams and term papers. It's too hard to watch them bicker and pick you apart like they've done since you were small. At Jamie's, with her parents and Jake, you don't feel like an outsider intruding with every eggshell you stumble upon. You're safe, content, fearless.
When you see her parents at the front door, ready to welcome you both with warm hugs, you're reminded of the peace they provide. There's no need to act formal, not anymore. Not when they've seen you through all of your formative years with more kindness than your own family has ever provided.
"There they are!" Jamie's dad, Yongjin, exclaims. He pulls Jamie into a bear hug as Jihyun, her mother, wraps her arms around you.
You drop your bags on the doorstep, embracing Jihyun fully. She smells like rosemary and plum, with hints of book pages. No other scent can replicate it. "Let me look at you," she says as she plants both hands on either side of your face. "Have you been eating? You look pale."
You nod, grinning. "Just wanted to wait until we got here to dig in. Besides, I know there's braised pork waiting for us on the counter."
Her face scrunches up as she smiles and pats your cheek. "Nothing gets past you, huh, ladybug? Let's go inside then! I know you girls are hungry."
Your old nickname used to drive you crazy. But you'll always hold a special place for it, especially when Jihyun says it with every ounce of love she possesses.
"Where's Jake, dad? Still on his way?" Jamie asks as she drops her bag in the hallway.
"He's in the pool. He actually got in last night. Practice was canceled last minute, so he came straight here." Yongjin coughs as he picks up both of your bags, heading upstairs to drop them off in your respective rooms. "Bring the rascal in for lunch, won't you?"
"Not before your daughter helps with setting out the plates!" Jihyun turns to Jamie with a smirk. Your best friend rolls her eyes but runs to the kitchen without a word of protest. Jamie may get what she wants, but she knows to follow a parental order like holy scripture.
Jihyun turns her smile on you. "Ladybug, go bring in Jake, please?"
You nod, walking toward the glass doors leading to the backyard area. You open one slowly, taking in the surrounding sunshine that bathes the pool in an ethereal glow. The spirit of the Sim house extends to every corner, including the water you've swum in a thousand times.
Before you can even call out to him, Jake's moving out of the pool and leaning down to grab his towel from the beach lounger. Once he sees you, his expression changes from intense focus to his usual softness. His shoulders slack like any pressure he was carrying disintegrates, his face contorting in the same way with a cheery grin and raised eyebrows. His wet hair swipes across his face like a mop, but you could recognize him anywhere.
A pregnant pause sits between you both, and you’re unsure why. Maybe it’s because Jake looks different from the last time you saw him that week in August, before he left with the wrecked nerves of an incoming freshman. He was scrawny, not a muscle on him except for the ones he gained from soccer—which weren't that many because of his stature—with braces that carried him through his teenage years like a backpack. Now, he’s all white teeth and chiseled abs, body confidently glistening under the rays of sunlight.
You’ve been the same appearance-wise for years, but Jake looks at you like you’ve gone through a metamorphosis only he can see. It makes your cheeks bloom a shade deeper than you're used to, but you try to brush the feeling off. It means nothing, can mean nothing.
“You’re early,” he says finally.
"Wanted to miss all the traffic," you reply, hands splayed out on your thighs. "I'd hug you, but…you know."
Jake takes that suggestion as a dare, lips pursing in a suggestive pout. He runs before you can take the hint, grabbing you between his biceps and immediately squeezing you against his wet skin as you squeal. "When has that ever stopped me, ladybug?"
Despite his soaked form and the small distance he puts between you both when he's satisfied he's greeted you properly, he's still radiating a warmth that cuts through the decorum you thought was still necessary to use with him more than anyone else in the family. It might be the reason he's so eager to thaw it out immediately. He can recognize in that instant your nerves from being away for so long are the cause.
But there's no reason to be formal. You're still the same girl who cried trying to save the insect you're lovingly nicknamed after during a thunderstorm. You've detested the bleak weather ever since, and sometimes the term of endearment too, and he knows that.
He knows so many things about you, more than you want to admit.
"C'mon kiddos, the food's getting cold!" Jake's dad calls from inside the house, and Jake immediately takes the cue to jog inside, leaving you standing there, slightly damp and confused.
He turns back at the archway of the glass doors, a smile framing his face. You turn just as he asks, "You coming?"
This break may be harder than you expected it to be.
You throw stones from the garden floor and across the lush field in front of you, tears streaming down your face as the sun blares above. It's too bright today for how terrible your heartbreak feels.
Almost 500 miles between two universities was enough for Taeyong to call it quits. As if a year of dating didn't matter in that instant when your ex had to come face to face with the unknown. You were willing to brave it, to see if your love could survive long-distance, but he obviously wasn't. "Be realistic," he said a few hours ago, feigning false pain.
You couldn't bear to stay in your own house, your parents' judgemental eyes staring you down in a way that made you keep all your anguish inside. A trip over the fence to the Sim house wasn't a tough feat when everything else felt insurmountable.
And there you are, sitting near Jamie's mother's prize roses and hating everything they represent. Love, passion, desire. It's all for show; none of it is true when the harsh realities come around the corner. Taeyong and your parents proved that.
Out of the blue, Jaeyun appears in soccer attire not meant for JV players. You hide your face from him in that second, trying to avoid the mirage of questions he'll throw at you if he sees your red-rimmed eyes. "Climbed over again, huh?" he asks, a joke you can't take interjected in his voice.
You nod, shoulders steeled and windpipe tight. "Didn't feel like staying home right now. Gonna tell me to go back?"
Jake raises his arms in defense. "No, I mean—I don't mind. Would've seen you later, anyway." He moves to sit next to you, crossing his legs in the dirt and splaying his arms behind his back.
"You're home late," you realize. The sunset brews under the clouds, seven o'clock a few minutes away.
Jake chuckles again, the sound light and unbelieving. "I was actually trying out for varsity," he confesses. "I got it."
You wipe your subsequent tears away, focusing on your friend and his achievement. He's always wanted to play with the bigger guys at school, and you won't let such success go understated. "That's amazing! Does Jamie know yet?"
He shakes his head, blushing suddenly. "You're the first person I've told."
"Wow," you say. "Sim Jaeyun, soccer prodigy, letting me be the first to know? I'm honored."
He knocks your shoulder with his own, saying nothing verbally. His smile says enough. "Gonna tell me what's bothering you now?"
You sigh, the sadness bubbling back up. "Taeyong dumped me. Said going to schools so far away from each other is too much to handle." You throw another rock, anger suddenly replacing the misery you walked into the garden with. "Fuck him."
"Yeah. He doesn't know a good thing when he has it." Jake says it like he's afraid it'll mean more than what it does on the surface, his voice low and tentative. Is it out of his depth to say something like that to you, his older sister's best friend? He doesn't know, but it felt right to say.
You laugh sadly and run your fingers through the grass. "I just gotta move forward. Spend the summer focused on me, you know?"
Jake nods and knocks his shoulder into yours once again. "Come on, let's take a dip in the pool. It always makes you feel better." He motions to the house behind him. "Go borrow one of Jamie's swimsuits, yeah?"
You grin at his suggestion. He always makes the worst times better somehow, a ray of sunshine that isn't blinding to the eye. It's welcoming and soothing, a salve on a day you thought was hopeless. "Sure."
As you head upstairs, Jake's mom smiling at you both as you run past the kitchen, you think about the way you can float with all of them rather than sink.
The memory washes over you as you stare at the same patch of grass from that day, reminiscent with a smile on your face, thankful nobody can see it under the cover of night.
"Earth to my best friend! There's tequila that's going to waste over here," Jamie says as she hands you another shot. She's careful to avoid dropping it into the pool thanks to the mirage of garden lights around your spot. The both of you sit on the edge with your toes in the water, teasing the idea of slipping in with the two boys already wading around in the water. "Chungha ghosted me and I need your unwavering support right now."
"It'll never go to waste on you, JJ," Heeseung, Jake's best friend, flirts with Jamie as he floats past you both. "And whoever that girl is is clearly a dipshit."
Lee Heeseung stayed local for his college experience, but he's always remained close to Jake and the Sim family in the same way you have, except he and Jake grew up together from primary school and on. And as far as Jamie goes, he'll be damned if he stops trying to get her to take a chance on him one day, despite every rejection she's delivered with a loving middle finger in his face.
Jamie kicks some water at him before downing another few ounces of liquor. "Thank you but if that's another covert shooting of your shot, no thanks, pal."
Heeseung scoffs playfully as you giggle. "Anyway, since we have an appropriate beverage for it…" he says just in time for Jake to swim over from his usual corner near the hot tub. "Let's play Never Have I Ever, shall we?"
You all roll your eyes, but you don't object. Anything to ramp up the chill session by the pool; your spring break is already too lackadaisical at this point.
"Never have I ever stolen candy from Jungwon's parents' convenience store."
All of you take the shots with ease. The poor kid always knew when you and Jamie were bagging an extra candy bar in your purse or pockets, but batting your eyelashes in his direction was enough for him to look the other way. "Boys," Jamie said once, "are too predictable."
Jake begins his turn with, "Never have I ever used my parent's car without them knowing," as he pours drinks for everyone, only for Jamie to sip hers in that instant.
She raises a hand to speak her mind, and you giggle into your shot, downing it in time before the liquid can trickle down your chin. "In my defense, Mom decided to change her mind at the last second. I just stuck to the original promise she made." She turns to you. "When did you hijack yours?"
"One time when I wanted to go to Taeyong's house. I was back the next morning before they could realize it was gone."
"Asshole," Jamie and Jake mutter simultaneously, to which Jamie poses the question to her brother, "What would you know about him besides his stats, dipshit? And you're the one who played on the same team as him, like a traitor."
"Not at the same time!" Jake yells, offended. "Besides, even if we did, I would've never passed the ball to that douchebag."
Heeseung chuckles. The sound holds some type of knowledge neither you nor Jamie are privy to, but Jake looks at his friend with a death stare. You want to dissect the interaction further, but you guys pass over questions and drinks quickly after that. The tequila blurs your inhibitions as you fall into more teasing banter and laughter. Finally, your trip is getting fun.
"Alright, my turn again," Heeseung says. He pours another set of shots before he declares, "Never have I ever had a crush on someone in this circle."
The posed statement sinks into your gut like a stone; any chance of excitement for the night is gone. Your buzz disappears as soon as the last word falls from Heeseung's lips.
He immediately gulps down his drink, smiling the whole time. "Oh shoot," he says with his devious smirk pointed in Jamie's direction. "Sorry, love."
"Still never gonna happen, pipsqueak," Jamie responds with a slur, the edges of her statement warbled by the alcohol.
What you don't expect is for Jake to take his shot at the same time you do. You both stare at each other over the rims of the tiny glasses. Your faces turn crimson, a mutual understanding passing by in a flash.
Never in your dreams did you expect Jake would also harbor a crush on you. It's been years for you, so long ago you forgot the shape of it until you were in his presence again. But the revelation he also held those emotions at some point makes the stone in your chest strengthen in size, the new information befuddling you.
When did it start? Was it around the same time as you? Does he still feel that way? You ruminate on the quick questions for only a second, knowing none of the answers matter. Jamie would've never allowed it anyway, and still wouldn't. And she's more important.
A pregnant pause lies between you and Jake, even as Heeseung sputters out a shocked laugh and Jamie drinks another shot just for fun.
"Oh damn," he says, "guess we're learning a lot about each other tonight, huh?"
"Shut up, Hee," Jake mutters. He slams the empty glass down near your thigh, and the sudden brush of his hand as he pulls back makes you tingle.
It's from the tequila, you tell yourself with bated breath. Nothing else, nothing at all.
"Yeah, shut up! 's a stupid game anyway," Jamie explains as she stands up. Her body buckles with the equilibrium change, and Jake immediately jumps from the pool to help her regain her balance. "I'm fine, Ikeu!"
That's the tell. She never uses her childhood nickname for Jake unless she's drunk. You smile to yourself and stand up as well, using the sobriety Jamie doesn't have now to help her brother.
Heeseung remains in the pool as you and Jake take Jamie upstairs to sleep it off, wading around again like a baby who hasn't upended all of their bathwater. Your best friend insists she's fine on the trek upstairs, but the way she leans into you both says otherwise.
Jake tucks the bedsheets to her chin, handling her as she thrashes around with a sequence of grumbles spilling from her lips. "Ikeu, let me go to sleep," Jamie mumbles. You laugh to yourself at the state of your best friend as she babbles nonsense. She'll be mopey and hungover tomorrow, but you'll handle that when it comes.
You close the door to her room behind you, shaking your head. "She's gonna act like a kicked puppy in the morning, I know it."
Jake laughs. "And yet she still insists she's not a lightweight. Or, at the very least, a mid-weight with how much of that bottle she drank."
You agree, nodding with a smile. Silence rushes in, the uncertainty of what to say next sitting between you both like a piece of glass you're terrified to break. Do you mention what happened just a few minutes ago in the pool, or let it go? And, more importantly, what does Jake want to do?
Jake coughs quietly, his cheeks flushed. "I should get back to Heeseung. Make sure his drunk ass doesn't drown."
You nod again, bashful. "Yeah. I gotta wash off all this chlorine, anyway."
As you both go to walk in separate directions, you heading to your room and Jake going back downstairs, your fingertips brush. It's the smallest movement, inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but the spark that was ignited when he touched your thigh comes back, as all-consuming as it was then.
"See you tomorrow," Jake says over his shoulder, not turning back as he walks down the first few steps, but you can tell he's smiling. Somehow, you always know. You reply with your own acknowledgement, heart hammering as you open and close your door.
That night, you dream of his hand in yours, the liquid courage giving you the right amount of boldness to tell him you want to keep holding it for as long as you can.
"You think you'll make it out of the storm in one piece?" you ask into your phone, walking around the guest room as you listen to Jamie's frustration over the quick food run now halted by the terrible weather. The supermarket bustle muffles Jamie's voice, her words practically passing through a tin can.
"Pretty sure, but the damn car is parked too far. My parents want to wait until it settles down rather than walk into a tsunami, as if I still don't have a headache kicking my ass." You picture her rubbing her temples while she talks, exasperated but with nobody to blame but herself for last night's escapades. "Be glad you don't have to experience their terrible fruit and vegetable puns right now."
You chuckle, flicking at the dust on the windowpane. "You act as if I don't know them all by heart."
Jamie laughs too, probably nodding in the middle of the store aisle like you're right by her side. She sighs when her mother calls her away. "Mom's looking at the funny birthday cards, probably wants to show me one to give Dad next month. I gotta go."
"Alright, see you soon!"
Minutes or hours pass by in a blur, the house quiet save for the rain that patters on the rooftop above. In the instant you throw your phone on the bed after another session of endless scrolling, Jake comes into view, lingering by the doorframe. His down-turned eyes point at his feet while a pout covers the lower half of his face. When he's like this, his disposition is akin to a kid caught with cookie crumbs at the edge of his mouth. "Was that Jamie earlier?"
Was he listening? How long had he been waiting to talk to you?
"Yep," you confirm. "Still stuck in the storm. Hopefully it passes quickly." You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly chilly. The cold of the rain seeps into your skin like it knows you hate the frigid and unrelenting downpour. It plucks all your nerves to their highest frequencies. You think so, anyway.
It can't have anything to do with last night, or this moment being the first time you and Jake have talked since then. It's not like his admission changes anything between you, and your past emotions have no bearing on the present. Being awkward about it, despite your best intentions not to, solves nothing. Yet, you feel the prickle of your anxiety all the same.
Jake's eyes pinch at the corners. "Still freaked out by the weather?"
You shrug, hands clenching to your skin. "Yes and no."
Going back in your memory, you can barely recall the first time you experienced a thunderstorm as a kid outside of how it made you feel. Small, fragile, open to all the elements. It was bad enough life in your parent's home made you feel that way daily, but storms only amplified the insecurities.
That first time you experienced one in the Sim house, a ladybug glued to the glass doors downstairs as the outside world thrashed and rumbled, reminded you even the tiniest beings endure harsh conditions. And you did everything in your power that day to help ensure the creature's survival.
Maybe the nickname stuck because it fit you too well, and it hasn't gone away since for good reason.
Jake walks over, his face now tilted in your direction, and shucks his zip-up hoodie off to wrap around your shoulders. You start to speak, "You don't have to—"
"I want to," he replies, a scoff teetering on the edge in his voice. "Got a million more."
You nod, giving him a soft smile of gratitude. Stuffing your arms through the sleeves, you smell his scent on the fabric. It lingers like all the words you've stamped down. Bergamot and tangerine, with the faintest trace of sea salt.
"You're safe, ladybug." His words are so soft that the clap of thunder accompanying them almost drowns them out. But you think you could hear him even if the lightning came down right next to his face.
"I know," you say, knowing it's never been more true than right now. Yet, you feel something else resting underneath his words, an iceberg you can see past the top of. The sentence eases your mind, yet ramps up a different emotion entirely, one you haven't felt in a long time for him.
"Last night, I—"
"It's fine, Jaeyun," you insist. You shake off whatever he's about to say with a forced giggle. "We've changed. Sure, we both had little crushes on each other back then. It doesn't mean anything now."
"It doesn't?"
"I mean…why does it need to? It would be crazy, anyway. Like it could work now when it didn't then."
Jake's jaw ticks as he smiles, the action as artificial as your previous laugh. "Right. It would be crazy, wouldn't it? To think about you in that way still."
"Yeah, crazy." You don't realize he's stepped forward a few inches until you notice his body in sharper clarity. The long-sleeve Manchester United shirt with a tattered logo on the center, one of his favorites, and how it rises with every inhale and exhale. The shell necklace touching his collarbone, the one you made for him the summer before he started high school.
"So if I said I still feel the same way I did at sixteen—that it's hard not to every time I look at you—would that be crazy, too?"
Your brain becomes hollow, coherent thought and reasoning out of your reach.
The storm continues battering the house, but its strength compares little to the forces stirring in your heart. The desire to hold him close churns in your stomach like the strongest tornado known to man.
It's irrevocably wrong, so why does he still pull you in?
Jake reaches for you, hand pressing to the skin between your lower jaw and neck, and it feels too warm. It makes your body shiver, but he doesn't pull back. He just inches closer, so close his breath ghosts over your face.
His eyes speak with the pleas his mouth can't verbalize. Let me know if I should let you go now before I can't. Tell me to stop thinking about you, once and for all.
You don't stop him. Not when you take the last step to his lips, not when both of your eyes flutter closed, and not when you finally feel his mouth press to yours.
Jake tastes like cherry lip balm with traces of chlorine, a mixture that could not feel more perfect on your tongue. You want to drink it forever now that you've gotten a sip, both the act and sensation long overdue.
You move in sync. His hands find purchase on your hips as you wrap your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. He grunts against your lips when your tongue presses to the seam of his mouth, and he lets you in eagerly. You've kissed many boys—and a handful of girls—in your life, but nothing compares to this, to Sim Jaeyun.
You're utterly fucked, the implications of your choice clear, but you don't care. It's too right to think of all the reasons it shouldn't be.
You both hear the front door below slam, the sound knocking you both away from each other like a bomb. Jake's eyes open, the irises lust-blown with a fire that mirrors the raging one in your stomach. You don't know what to say in time. The chance flickers by as the rest of the family makes it known they're back.
"Kiddos, we're home!" Jihyun calls from below. Jamie yells something about the traffic being a bitch, and both of her parents chide the profanity so loudly you and Jake chuckle discreetly.
His humor morphs back into raw vulnerability, and he kisses the spot between your eyebrows before whispering, "Meet me back here tonight, yeah? Wanna finish what we started."
You nod with a bitten lip, eager to know what he means as he exits the guest room and walks downstairs. Your heart is lurching, your palms are sweating, but you've never felt more giddy than this moment.
They should terrify you, all the consequences of your next moves that lay at your feet, but you're not scared at all. Not an ounce.
You tiptoe past Jamie's door, a smidge of regret glazing over your excitement about being alone with Jake again. Seven hours after he left you in the guest room, your need consumed you. It was all you thought about in that time flipping through magazines with Jamie and sitting next to her at dinnertime.
Your eyes couldn't help but pass over Jake's at the table when you caught him staring first. His parents were talking about cute memories of all of you, your middle school years specifically, yet your insides were on fire. You were a blaze of obscene proportions as he gazed at your figure.
Now, you're eager to see him, to have a repeat of the scene in the guest room, to know if there's more to the story that's currently unwritten.
Jake opens the door the second you raise your fist to knock on it. Your hand sits in mid-air as he stands there, a quiet smirk playing on his lips. "Thought you'd never show up."
He brings you in with a hand at your waist, and soon enough, he locks the door behind him to have both palms all over you. He tugs your lips between his teeth and kisses you like a starved man, the only salvation being your mouth and body.
Jake's an excellent kisser, holding the right amount of pressure with a level of tenderness in each touch that weakens your knees. He still smells like his lip balm, but there are traces of mouthwash this time, spearmint hitting your tongue as his muscle touches the roof of your mouth.
"I love how you taste," Jake says in between you like a confession. "I can't wait to have more of you."
You moan and squeeze his biceps between your fingers. "Nothing's stopping you, Jaeyun."
Jake tugs at your cotton shorts, wanting them off so much that he makes that want a reality. Your cotton underwear sticks to your legs, arousal drenching the insides of your thighs like another person hasn't turned you on this much solely from kissing. Maybe no one ever has, not like this. Maybe he's that good at this already, transforming you into a puddle for him alone.
Moving you to the edge of his bed, Jake makes the back of your knees knock into his comforter as he undoes his drawstring sweats and yanks his sweater up and over his head. You help him discard what you can, but you're too eager to reattach your lips to his. He can't blame you; he's caused the chasm that is your need, and he has to see it filled.
"You're beautiful, you know that right?" The question tumbles out of your mouth before you can stop it, and Jake just runs his hand across your face lovingly and smiles.
"Let's not talk about who's the beautiful one here, yeah?"
He crawls atop of you, the only clothes left on both of you being his underwear and your undergarments, and it's anyone's guess if he'll take them off of you soon or will tease you to the very end. Jake sees the wet ruins of your panties and a cheshire-like grin spreads on his face. "I think I could make you come just like this with the way you're drenching my sheets, baby."
You quirk an eyebrow and rut your hips into his, your underwear brushing the outline of his pulsing cock. You can almost feel the spot that's damp on his own briefs through the fabric of your panties, positive he is also ready to be relieved of his own pent-up desires. "I could say the same to you, Jakey."
Jake grunts at the nickname, one only few people have ever used, and captures your mouth with his again. He rubs his core into yours with hard, languid strokes. Your wetness melds with the hardness of his bulge with each meeting of your hips. You run your nails down his back to prove how good it feels, even if it's just the two of you rutting against each other's clothes. It's carnal how hard and fast you both grind against each other. The two of you want nothing more than to come apart at each other's hands.
There's still the uncertainty there if it's too soon to take it to the last hurdle, with sex and your relationship, whatever that is, but that doesn't matter now. The need to have each other in any way you can drowns out the sound of your doubts and what tomorrow will bring. You can only focus on right now, the end of desire right on the horizon.
"I'm not gonna last much longer, sweetheart." Jake rubs his hands along your ribcage, fingers splayed under your breast. You grip him harder as he says the words, and he smirks as he pants. "Would you like that? Knowing you made me come untouched?"
"More than anything," you admit, his cock hitting your clit in just the right way that has you frothing at the mouth.
His tongue delves deeper into your mouth as he continues to thrust against you, precum smearing down the fabric of his underwear and making it his briefs as soaked as your panties. You're so close, the ridges of him rubbing the velvet walls of you through the materials of your underwear to make you see stars.
"That's it," he growls. "Come for me, baby. It's gonna feel so good."
Those words undo you in that second; the magic of them can't go understated. Your body shudders as you reach the peak and fall off of it in the same second. It's white hot and searing, and you let it take you down as you feel the orgasm seep into your toes.
"Come with me, Jaeyun, please?" you whisper when you have a hint of coherent thought left in you, yearning to see him unravel.
Just like his words crumbled you, yours break him. He whimpers a broken moan as he comes in his underwear, meeting his end with his massive load soaking through and dribbling down across his thighs. Your bodies' essences mix as you keep riding your highs out, and it feels too good to stop until you're too sensitive to continue.
You both sit there in a mess of sweat and cum, unsure how to address that you've both just done that together. It can't go back to the way things were before, the two of you always on a fault-line of teasing each other and living in half-measures around your emotions. How could you?
When he cleans up and lays down next to you, both of you clothed once again, you run your fingertips over the veins of his arm until you're at his shoulder blade. He watches you as your venture higher, and your face heats, suddenly bashful.
"I meant what I said earlier. You're so beautiful, it's incredibly distracting." You run your hand through the ends of Jake's sweaty hair.
"Is your form of pillow talk just compliments?" he jokes partially. "Because I could give you a dozen of those at any time."
"What's yours?" you ask, beaming at his admission.
"Besides doing that again?" You giggle at the reference until he cages you in his arms, his warmth bathing you in gold. "For starters, this."
You whisper about everything and nothing, Jake stopping occasionally to run his lips over the space of your forehead and the crown of your hair. You fall asleep that way in no time, pleased to be on the cusp of something beautiful beginning.
You don't expect to wake up to the sight of Jamie peering down at you, wide-eyed and lips in a firm line. During the night, Jake must have gone to use the bathroom and forgot to lock the door again, and you hadn't noticed.
The sight of her in front of you almost makes you forget you're still entangled with Jake like two vines, legs intertwined and your head nestled on his chest.
Jamie points to Jake's door with a trembling finger, deadly silent, before walking back out of his room.
"What the fuck?" are the first words out of Jamie's mouth. Her face grows darker in that instant, anger overtaking her. "What the actual fuck is the reason I found you up against him like that?"
"Jamie, you gotta relax, please."
"Oh, so I should relax after catching my best friend and little brother practically tonguing each other down?"
The way she emphasizes "little" could make you vomit. She acts like she witnessed you pressed up against the teenage version of him and not the adult he is now. You know she's overdramatic, but she can take it overboard too often; it's one of her fatal flaws to boot.
"Jamie, I swear it was nothing," you lie immediately. "We were just watching a movie after you passed out because we couldn't sleep, and then we must've fallen asleep together. That's all, okay?"
"You didn't do anything?" She looks over the clothes you walked into Jake's room wearing last night, not seeing anything she can speculate over, but still on edge from the scene she's just witnessed. "You swear?"
You nod without realizing. "I swear to God." Good thing you're not a religious person, or a higher power would most likely strike you down on the spot. But you'd do it again to spare Jamie of the fact you did more than your fair share of things with Jake last night.
She huffs, relieved but still agitated. "Okay. Well, just never let that happen again, please. I almost ran out of here ready to pluck my eyes from their sockets and bleach them."
You rub your arms protectively. "Would it be so bad if Jake and I did happen to like each other? See where—"
She puts a finger in between you, making a face like she will in fact vomit. "I was so ready to have Mom's hump-day pancakes and now I can't even think of drinking a glass of orange juice right now after hearing you even suggest that idea to me."
"Jamie, come on," you chide her.
"You come on! It would never work, Y/N. Be realistic!"
That's rich, you jest at her in your mind. "Why? Because he's related to you and I'm not?"
"That's the biggest reason, for sure, but you both are going to school hours away from each other and Jake is drowning in intramurals and labs half the time." She swats away her own words with manic hands. "Why are we even talking about this? It's not gonna happen ever!"
Your heart sinks, the stone that you held in your gut days ago back with a vengeance.
"Tell me you'll stop thinking about this, please."
You sigh and nod, keeping your arms crossed to guard yourself from the promise you've just made Jamie. Your best friend has clipped the beating wings of a promising future with Jake so unceremoniously, you're unsure what to do with that info now, or how you'll present the topic to Jake when he wakes up.
"You coming?" Jamie asks over her shoulder as she descends the staircase, and you're transported back to that first day you arrived at the house for the trip, Jake's mirrored words holding more hope than you realized back then. You follow behind as the seams of your heart rip the muscle in two, sadness seeping into your every pore with each step.
After you all clear your breakfasts from the table, Jamie's parents retreat to their room and Jamie takes her usual midday R&R nap. Jake steps behind you in the kitchen, the coast clear from prying eyes. Nobody's around to witness him cage you in by the sink, eager as he runs his hands up your sides. "You were gone this morning. Where'd you run off to?" he whispers into your ear, and you shiver from his proximity. You're both terrified and tantalized by what Jake does to your body by doing nothing substantial. Just the subtlest act unwinds you.
He makes it difficult to resist him, but you replay your discussion with Jamie from a few brief hours ago in your head. The act helps you solidify your promise in your heart like iron, no matter how much you want to melt into Jake's embrace and forget it all.
"We can't do this, Jaeyun."
"We're not doing anything…not yet."
The second Jake's lips brush your neck, you skitter away and drop your plate in the sink. If he keeps touching you, you'll crumble without another thought, so keeping him at an arm's length is the only option. "I mean it. Last night can't happen again."
"So what? It just meant nothing?" Jake laughs in disbelief, almost like he's waiting for the punchline of the joke you're making just to get a rise out of him.
You frown and bite the inside of your cheek. "I never said that."
"Then what are you saying right now?"
"I'm saying it won't work," you parrot Jamie's words to him, trying to find some objectivity there to stop feeling like you're chewing glass. "Where do you think we will go after this? Long-distance dating back and forth between two colleges? And that's if Jamie doesn't kill us before we get to that point."
"Is that what this is about?" Jake tries to step closer, but you back away in time. "Y/N, I'm not Taeyong. And you're more than just Jamie's best friend to me. I thought I proved that to you yesterday."
He did, in so many little ways that you barely see him like he's Jamie's little brother now. He's just Jake, solid and sweet and so within your reach right now. Yet you can't have him, the fallout from such a choice too catastrophic to verbalize.
"Jaeyun, we have to be realistic." The words feel like toxic waste on your tongue, the pain present under your skin but well-hidden behind your willpower. You can only pray he believes everything you've said up to this point, but a small part hopes he doesn't. That he'll see through it and brave the storm for the both of you.
Unfortunately, the former occurs as Jake's eyes go cold, his jaw sets into sharp lines and his hands go limp at his sides. "Realistic?"
"Yes."
He doesn't fight back or spew insults he's well within his rights to say to you. All he does is walk out of the kitchen with hard stomps. The silence is worse than any profane exclamation he could've thrown out, and that's when you know you've broken your own heart by breaking his.
Jake isn't yours, so why is it so torturous to watch him mingle with another girl, especially one he knows as well as he knows you?
Aria Song, a local veterinary technician and Jake's high school ex-girlfriend, haunts you like a phantom as she wades in the pool like she's always belonged there.
"Jaeyun, stop it!" You hear her squeal, and you want to dunk her head so deep in the water you forget she exists.
Layla tucks her head in your lap as you watch Jake and Aria through the glass doors. He's swimming around his ex-girlfriend's pool lounger like he has no cares in the world. She kicks water at him with her toned legs and a wide grin on her face.
She may be nice enough for Jake to have remained friendly with her since their high school days, but you've not liked her one bit since they broke up and neither has Jamie. But Aria's solid proof to Jamie that you're not chasing after her brother, and therefore she's content to relax by the pool outside and suffer through the younger folks giggling and splashing each other like they're teenagers again.
You couldn't, not without your heart cracking even more than it already has. You thought feigning a stomach bug and deciding to rot on the couch was the best second option, but it only meant you had a semi-adequate front-row seat to Jake's little show that's been going on all afternoon.
He glances at you now and then beyond the panes of glass like he knows you're judging. Like he wants you to be envious of Aria's position.
The worst part is that you are; you're sick with jealousy to the point it's creating bile in the back of your throat. The green monster inside of you rears its head with gnashing teeth and cruel thoughts, and you don't stop it from growing in size.
She's younger, prettier, not intricately tied to his older sister the way you are. It's so much easier for him to not bother with you, to pick a safer option that isn't riddled with roadblocks. And he's clear he's chosen from the way he fawns over his guest with intense eyes.
Layla nuzzles your side as you grimace, stopping you from attempting to burn a hole in the pool attendees' heads with your stare. "I'm being ridiculous aren't I, girly girl?"
You take the tilt of Layla's head as confirmation you're acting crazy. You're about to take your blanket and pillow back up to the guest room when Jake walks into the house, body sopping wet and creating tiny puddles on the tile.
"You're gonna have to mop up the floor," you say to break the ice, despite being irritated with him for consorting with a perceived enemy.
Jake only nods and moves to the kitchen without another look in your direction, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge and then slamming it shut.
Before he leaves, he walks over and presses one of the plastic bottles in your palm, fingertips brushing yours. "Hydration will help with the stomachache."
With that, he leaves out the back door. Now, you're more confused than annoyed. What does it mean, one minute unable to speak to you and then caring for your wellbeing the next? It's a cacophony of whiplash, for sure.
You hear a cough behind you that takes you out of your ruminations, and you see Jihyun smiling at you before entering the living room, rubbing behind Layla's ears. "Ladybug, you two are something else."
You shake your head and pop open the water to gulp down. When you've taken a hefty sip, you say, "We're nothing Mrs. Sim. We made that clear already."
"Please don't call me that, honey. Mrs. Sim is my mother-in-law and you know that."
You chuckle. "Like I said, it's nothing to worry about."
Jihyun raises her hands and shakes her head. "I didn't say you were anything…" She walks closer and sets a hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "But if you were, this family would be more than better off with you in it. Whether or not some of us see that right now, it's true."
Before you can ask her what she means, she saunters back towards her bedroom with Layla following in tow; your brain imprints her knowing grin to memory.
The Sims can be incredibly cryptic when they want to be.
Aria spends dinner with all of you, and Jake even invites Heeseung over to liven up the mood that you and Jamie sour by remaining quiet. You can't help it; Aria is too bold, too bright, too everything you can't give Jake right now.
You spend that night with the family stoic and deadpan, only conversing with everyone in small sentences. You barely say goodbye to Aria and Heeseung when they take their leave, nodding at her once and not again as she walks out. Jamie notices the tension in your body, but you don't want to talk. You don't give her the time to ask. You just walk into the guest room without another word and hide away, hoping to finish the rest of the trip with no more issues. Your best friend might call you a buzzkill, but it's better than going against her wishes.
Another hour rolls by, and when you're on the verge of sleeping, Jake barrels into your room without closing the door.
"Do you care at all?" Jake huffs out, chest rising and falling fast. He tries to remain quiet out of your fear he'll wake Jamie in the next room, but you can tell from the tone in his voice that he's breaking his own resolve.
You rise from your bed and quickly shut the door, confusion overtaking you. "What are—"
"I spent all of this morning ready to burn under the sun without SPF trying to prove a point because you wanted me to be realistic, and you said nothing. All day and since the second Aria came by, you've had this terrible pout on your face. What do you want from me?"
You know exactly what you want. Maybe it's better to let it out now and give Jake some clarity, even if it'll kill him on the inside like it's doing to you.
"I want you to be happy," you say, "but I realized pretty quickly I want that happiness to be with me." You raise your arms weakly, tears threatening to spill over. "But I can't. Jamie is too important, and she's made it perfectly clear she thinks this would be too weird for her."
"What do you think?" Jake steps forward, hair tickling your face from how close he is to your body. That charge between you reignites; the current that's kept you inextricably linked hums like a live wire once again. "What do you want?"
You sigh, taking a deep breath, unable to swallow another unspoken word. "I want you. Of course I want you."
Jake smirks softly and captures his hand in yours, fingers intertwining. "Then have me. Have me in whatever way you want, as long as I get to have you back."
The time between Jake's last words and now, the two of you in a tangle of clothes, feels like a lifetime. The previous time you were intimate like this is nothing compared to right now. Where that was frantic and fast-paced with undergarments stuck to sweaty, sexually charged skin, this is slow and reverent. Jake undresses you like he's afraid you'll take back what you said and did just an hour ago. As if you could ever.
There's no way you can change your mind now; his charms have unknotted all of your left brain's logic.
He kisses your neck and collarbones with tenderness. He leans down to kiss the tops of both of your naked breasts, and it's like he's striking the match that will burn you alive.
You want to savor the moment like he clearly is, but it's too much and not enough, two sides of the same coin. You arch into him on his bed, your legs intertwining with his. "Jaeyun, if you don't do something right now, I will combust."
Jake chuckles and sucks one of your nipples in his mouth the second after you command him, biting and teasing the bud with his teeth, and your body bows even harder off of his sheets. The pleasure builds like a wave, and he's barely done anything.
Hedonistically, he slides his fingers down to your aching clit. Essence gathers between his fingers as he runs his hand across your folds eagerly. "You're dripping," he mumbles, his lips resting a breath from yours. "So warm and wet."
You moan and ride his fingers, his figure-eights on your swollen bud building you up further.
"I want to make you come, more than anything," Jake starts before kissing your lips between every other word. "But I want to feel you around me when you do it."
His naked body slots against yours when he moves in closer. His biceps, thighs, cock, and fingertips cling to you like it's your own skin, but it's only a fraction of how close you want him to be.
You've spent so long hiding in the shadows and denying your feelings for him, and now that you have him, you need to cherish every millisecond of time before you're forced back into that corner of the world he didn't occupy.
You clench around nothing, your walls fluttering from the way Jake's tip slides against your clit agonizingly slow. He watches it all, how you writhe and beg with your body, and he adores it.
"So beautiful." The resounding breathless chuckle on his tongue could be as loud as a gunshot with the way it rings in your ears. "If I knew how pretty you'd look like this," he starts, "I'd have made you mine a long time ago."
You gasp as his thumb replaces the head of his cock on your clit, rubbing small but intentional circles there. "Do you want me to be?" you ask, dazed.
In that second between your question and his response, he slides the entirety of his cock into you until he bottoms out, pelvic bones meeting like hands in prayer. "What do you think?"
You want to pinch yourself in this moment, ensure yourself it's real as he moves. He holds the back of your neck with one hand as he leans down to press his lips to yours. His hips give a sharp thrust that has you moaning into his mouth. You find purchase on his naked skin, running your palms along the lines of his shoulder blades down to the smooth planes of his hips.
This can't be another dream, can it?
"You're perfect," you gasp as he thrusts again. "How are you real?"
Jake smiles down at you, mystified by the question being asked by you and not him. He takes one of your hands in his to press to his chest. You hear the frantic tempo of his heartbeat, the sound a messy drumbeat that makes your own heart clench. "Is that real enough?"
It was never supposed to be like this, you and him. But it's too beautiful for the most extravagant words, thoughts, or feelings to describe.
"More than enough," you say with a breathless giggle. You pull him down for another kiss, tangling your fingers in the ends of his hair.
It's holy how much he cherishes you and the experience of having you. He doesn't press too hard or take too much, giving as well as he gets it. When you bite down on his neck, leaving a mark that for sure will bruise soon, he runs his fingers along your burning clit, running lovingly tight circles there to prove he enjoys your possessive acts. When you tell him how good it feels, he moves faster and deeper, returning your praise with more pleasure.
"It feels so good, baby. You're like heaven around me," he swears. "Tell me how it is for you."
No coherent words come to mind, but you settle on, "So fucking good, Yunnie. More than that even." The words sound jumbled off of your tongue, and he smirks from how fucked you already are on his cock. But the smile isn't condescending or smug, just teasing in the most loving way.
He's safe and open and yours, and you can't fathom how you've become so lucky to receive the chance to be his in return.
You suck him in eagerly as you near your release, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the screams you can't release into the air. Not unless you want to wake up the entire house.
"I know you're close," Jake grunts. His hand comes up to the headboard for leverage as he slams into you harder, his other hand stroking your clit with more pressure. "Come around me, baby. Show me what it's like when you let go."
You show him with all your might when you shatter into the millions of pieces he's created of you with his passion. Your eyes scrunch shut as your mouth falls open, jaw slacking from the pleasure that overloads your entire being. Body limp and face buried in Jake's pecs, you think about all the times you've spent in secret, wanting and wishing for him, whether or not you knew it.
Now, you know too well the way he envelops your soul, and you never want to stop knowing him like this.
Jake comes undone soon after, warmth flooding your body with his release as he moans in your ear about how beautiful you are alongside a barrage of curses. "Holy shit, I'm still coming," he swears, another minute spent with his body thrusting up into yours to release what's left of his cum into you. You could spend forever here, you think, wrapped up in each other and this man who is now yours lost in ecstasy.
Jake finally pulls out when he's exhausted all of his energy, and beads of pearly white cum drip out of you from the separation. You don't clean it up, and neither does he. You're both too spent and satiated to care.
"Hi," you croak, head resting on Jake's shoulder when he gets comfortable in his bed and pulls the covers over you. You're tucked up to your chin, protected but still vulnerable in the aftermath of your orgasm.
Jake grins and tucks a stray sweaty hair from your face. "Hi to you too, beautiful."
When he continues to stroke your hair like it's the most precious thing he's ever touched, you think all the consequences in the world are worth this. You believe, without a doubt, that every price you'll pay for his affection is worthwhile.
"You and Jake."
Jamie says the three words like they don't belong in the same sentence. She sits on the dining chair across from you and Jake, both your hands interlocked in front of her like you're her parents sitting down to reprimand her. But it's the other way around, clearly.
Today, she probably expected to find you both making breakfast again, like it was a normal day through and through. Even when you told her you both needed to speak to her, she trotted over to the dining table like nothing was wrong. And nothing was wrong in your eyes, but you knew Jamie's opinion would change the second you told her the truth.
"Yes."
"Dating?"
"Yes." It feels so good to say. You bite back the smile that threatens to tug your lips up. You should feel guilty for betraying Jamie the way you have, going against her word so shamefully, but you can't. It's not a sin you've committed, or a traitorous act that can't be forgiven.
Jamie slaps her hands against her knees, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "So, the talk we had meant nothing, clearly."
"It did, J. I just—"
"Wait, what talk?" Jake squeezes your palm once, showing his concern that you didn't tell him about whatever Jamie is referencing.
"That day before breakfast. She found me the morning after she went grocery shopping with your parents…and I said I'd stay away from you because she asked me to."
"You never told me that," Jake responds sadly. The blush creeping up his neck shows how embarrassed he must be by his actions afterward. You don't blame him for a second of it, though. It all worked out, anyway.
Your best friend huffs, prepared to vomit. "Don't talk to her like you know her."
"I do, Jamie." His tone drops, the soothing aura he had for you replaced with irritated admonishment of his older sister. You can tell he's exasperated from her judgement already. You squeeze his palm back to ask him silently to loosen up, and he unclenches his jaw to prove he's listening to you. He always seems to know what to do to make sure he is.
It's not love yet, but you're so close, it hurts.
"Please stop acting like you're the only one who does," Jake says finally.
"Really? Did you hold her hand the first time she got her period? Or when her and that douche boyfriend in sophomore year broke up with her right before Valentine's Day? Oh, let's not forget how she stole me a pack of Plan B during our senior trip to Spain."
"Jamie!" you shout, face turning red. "What the fuck?"
Jake just laughs sadly. "You may think you have a leg up on me, and that could be true. I don't have the history you both do. But I've cared about her for so long, longer than you may think." He sighs and turns to look at you, a small smile shared between you both as he strokes your skin with his thumb. "If you have to hate me or us for the way we feel, so be it."
"Stop acting like you're the mature one here!" Jamie shrieks. "Do you not understand how fucked this is?"
"You're the only one who thinks that way," you cut in. "You're making it more of a big deal than it has to be when we're all grown adults."
The scrape of her chair and stomp of her feet towards the backyard's glass door signifies your betrayal in her eyes. And the slam of the door against its metal lining exemplifies her burning rage. She would've yelled if not for her parents sleeping soundly upstairs, you know it.
You follow quickly behind, letting go of Jake's hand to run out to the backyard and follow her, passing Layla on the way to the door. Jake knows not to follow, and you appreciate him all the more for it. The end of the conversation lies between you and Jamie now.
You find her sitting with her knees tucked to her chest, overlooking the backyard fence and facing away from the pool. You cautiously sit down next to her, and she doesn't bristle or immediately scoot away. She's just quiet, unsure, and somehow that feels worse than her exploding at you right now.
"You know I love you, right?" you begin with that question because it feels the most apt. If she truly knew what you were risking, she wouldn't take your feelings or her brother's in this way, like it's a game both of you are playing with blind eyes.
She nods, silent and staring down at the surrounding grass.
"I really like him, Jamie." Your voice, as well as your eyes, flood with tears. It cracks on the sounds her name creates, and that makes her own eyes well up too.
"I never said you didn't."
"But you act like it's some fling. It kills me to see you hurt, but I can't put how I feel on hold anymore and neither can he." The words are both a relief to your own pain and an ache in your chest. Jamie's never been unable to feel the way she does, and you've never stopped her from doing so. But it's never been about her.
"I just don't want to lose you if it ends badly," Jamie confesses. She finally turns her gaze on you, irises glassy and the white of her eyes becoming red. "I can't."
You laugh sadly and pull her in close, shocked she could think such a thing. It gives way to understanding the fears Jamie has that're hidden beneath all the bluster. "That's never gonna happen, J, I promise. And I wouldn't be doing this if I thought your brother wasn't worth it."
Those two words—your brother—cause her to fake a gag. "Did it really have to be him, though? He doesn't brush his teeth until after breakfast, you know this."
You both share a chuckle, heads knocking into each other's and knees touching like nothing has changed.
In a way, it doesn’t have to. With the silence, you feel her anger ebb away, replaced with a resigned acceptance that she can't change this; it's too late, and she'll have to go with it even if she's against it.
But some things will never change. You're still best friends, and you’ll always have each other, despite being Jake’s significant other now and her being his sister. They’re not mutually exclusive, and that’s okay. Above all else, you’ll be the one person she can turn to forever, and vice versa. That's how it's always supposed to be and will be.
"Josh finally wised up, thank God. He'll be coming to the house in a few days to meet my folks, so you and my brother better be on your best behavior!" Jamie waggles a finger in your direction as she drives further down the road to the university. She doesn't look at you directly, but the instruction is clear, for you and your boyfriend to be nice to her new flavor of the week, and it makes it that much more hilarious.
"Aren't we always?" You wiggle your eyebrows despite her not seeing, and her finger becomes a full-fledged hand in your face. You giggle, taking that hand in yours. "How much longer?"
"Ten minutes, you freak. You act like the last time you saw him was a thousand years ago."
It's been a month and two days since you've been in the same space as Jake, but who's counting? You fell asleep on the phone together last night, so it wasn't as though you went without him for too long, but physical cohabitation was another thing entirely.
Happy didn't explain the emotion you felt when Jamie recommended picking Jake up from school on the way to her parent's, even if it added an hour and a half to the drive. She knew as well as you did how much you missed him. That didn't stop her from teasing you about it incessantly, though.
You shrug and put her hand back in her lap, not denying her exaggeration. Your heart thrums harder with every minute that counts down to your arrival.
Jake's dorm hall appears through the thicket of trees. Small pockets of students walk out of the building holding beach bags and other luggage to take to their cars. Finally, emerging from the sea of people, Jake appears. His mess of floppy hair you'd recognize anywhere, the locks almost falling to his shoulders. He dons a long-sleeved shirt that hides every beautiful line of the body you know so well by now, and you think he hasn't changed at all. Still beautiful, still yours.
You barely wait for the car to stop before you get out. Your feet carry you with the speed of a thousand strikes of lightning. Unbothered by the way your ankles and thighs burn as you run faster, all that matters is the smile that widens on your boyfriend's face when he sees you.
Jake catches you in his arms after you leap into them. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist and squeeze his lower half. The Sim house used to be one of the few places you found solace, but it's just not true anymore. Now, it's in Jake too, his love the greatest peace you've ever known.
Jake plants kisses all over the crown of your head before meeting your lips, the taste of spearmint gum coating your tongue. You giggle mid-liplock, and Jake smiles brightly down at you. "Hi."
"Hi," you respond before pressing your mouth to his again.
"Okay, horndogs! We need to leave soon before all that braised pork goes to waste!" You both separate and turn to see Jamie with her arms crossed and a close-lipped smile on her face. She's not angry or put off by the sight before her, her best friend and little brother entangled like vines. If anything, the spark in her eyes is all for show, her happiness hidden under the surface, even with the added snarky commentary.
You used to think that there were two certainties in the world. But now, they're accompanied by another truth.
No matter how many trials and tribulations you go through, Jamie will always be your best friend. Your best friend often gets what she wants—although she couldn't stop you from falling for her brother. And you are head over heels for Sim Jaeyun, forever and always.
loml nico you're trying to kill me,, well alright i guess let me die.
𐔌 𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐨𝐧 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝒁𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑿 𐦯 — it's start innocent, because the activity is so normal and sweet. looking at the many constellations together in the dead of night on the cliffside, nobody around you for yards, meters even. your blanket keeps the two of you warm as jake points and pretends he knows all about random clusters of stars you call him out for. it's not like you planned on kissing him senseless, it was just so easy to do so. and soon enough all that matters is his light, his warmth—the star in front of you ready to blind you completely.
"Holy shit, just like that," Jake murmurs as you move your hips, his cock hitting all the spots inside of you that make you yearn for more. For him to take you harder, fuck you faster, all so you can make it to your release.
It was supposed to be harmless fun, watching the stars in the park and counting as many as you both could see with the naked eye. Then he had to say you were more beautiful than all of them combined, and you couldn't fight the eagerness to have him. Right there, even if a million people were watching in the dead of night.
The bed of his truck—much like the whole car itself—rocks at how long and hard you ride him. You go at the pace he's set, his hands on your sides forbidding you from doing much else.
It's torture. It's heaven. And all that sits in-between, too.
"Baby, I want to come, please." Your head rolls back, face slacking as Jake tweaks your nipple with his thumb. He palms the other breast with the opposite set of fingers, but he only tortures one while his dick tortures your walls.
"What happened to taking it slow, sweetheart?" He groans as he sits up, holding you closer as you tighten around him. "You want it that badly, wanna come like a greedy girl?"
"Yes, please, please—fuck—please."
The word falls from your mouth over and over until he caves. Jake flips you onto your stomach, the wool blanket rubbing against your bare skin as he reinserts himself inside of you. Your walls flutter from the reunion, eager to suck him back in completely.
He laughs with a hoarse voice, shivering at the feeling once again. "You're always so wet. It's incredible."
You keen at his words, him slamming his hips rougher when the sounds emit from your mouth. "You feel amazing. It always does, Jae."
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Jake swears, digging his nails into your hips. "Come with me, sweetheart?"
Jake asks like you have a choice. Like there's a way to fight the inevitable pulse of your folds around him and the warmth that coats your body when you do orgasm.
He crumbles on top of you when he follows suit, milking it for all its worth as he lets all of his cum fill you. It's as explosive as the stars bursting in the night sky. You wonder if it's as pleasurable for them as it is for the two of you.
He pulls out and encases you in his arms when he gains his strength back. "I love you," he murmurs into your cheek.
"Love you more," you reply, satiated and glowing. The stars have nothing on you right now.
Congrats on 3k!!! I was wondering if u could do jake + #17 (maybe after coachella 👀) ty!!!
tysm babe! i can't believe it myself haha 🩵
𐔌 𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐨𝐧 𝑱𝑨𝑲𝑬 + 𝑹𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑬𝑿 𐦯 — truly i don't think jake expects you to be waiting backstage for him after the set for weekend one. he knew you would watch wherever you were, whether at home or with your mutual friends to share in the excitement, happy to cheer him on from a world away as jake was enjoying probably one of the best nights of his life. but, when he sees you waiting just off of the stage with a VIP pass and tons of merch to show your support, he loses it. you're here, you're real, and he's been missing you so much since he's been gone, he can't contain himself. you remind jake as he rushes you to a secluded room that it's only been two weeks, but it could've been two hours for all he knew. jake's missed you so much, and he's going to prove just how much.
"You drive me crazy. I can't believe you're really here," Jake whispers as he tugs your denim shorts down. He has to remind himself he checked the lock twice before he walked back over to you. Nobody knows you're in this room together except for the other guys. They could tell the green room would be occupied as soon as Jake yanked you toward the talent's building a way's away from the Sahara stage.
He can hear the guys now, ready to admonish him the second the two of you are done and greeting them with post-sex glows. It's Coachella, J, we get it but we need to be celebrating out there!
Fuck them, honestly. Texts, calls, and videos couldn't and wouldn't compare to the real thing, and Jake could only hold his composure for so long. And Jake having you, his girlfriend, in his arms is worth a dozen shows in his mind.
You drink him in as he kisses down the length of your jaw and neck, the denim attire incredibly attractive on him both during his performing and as he's standing in front of you. "My cowboy," you comment under your breath as he shucks his denim jacket off and throws it to the side.
"Wanna take a ride, miss?" Jake asks with a glint of mischief as he pulls you down to the floor. He slots you on top of him so you're straddling him, and he looks so peaceful against the carpet as he tugs your underwear to the side. Your naked core rubs against his denim jeans with just the right amount of friction that makes you moan.
You tug at the zipper and lower his jeans just enough for his dick to spring free, and he groans when you take his cock into your palm and spit directly onto the head. You stroke in small increments, just enough to get the two of you prepared for the real thing.
"Don't tease me, babe, fuck," he tries to buck up into your touch, but he's completely at your mercy with your weight on top of him. You pout sarcastically before running his dick along your slit.
You sick down onto him completely, a tattered whimper on your tongue. You ride him slowly, the carpet underneath the two of you already causing friction burns to your knees. But who cares? It's too good to stop now. "Fuck, babe," you curse as you increase your pace.
He lifts your shirt and bra so he can take your breasts in his hands, rolling your nipples between his fingers as you continue moving against him. "I missed you so much."
You grin, eyes rolling back from pleasure. "Missed you too, baby. So fucking much."
"Such a dirty mouth," he comments as he runs a hand up to your throat, cinching his thumbs against your pulse point to make you see stars. "Maybe you shouldn't be talking at all, my love. Just keep riding me like a good girl, yeah?"
The thread of your dignity snaps completely when Jake presses his hand tighter against your throat and his other set of fingers flick at your clit. His own is no better once he feels your cunt flutter around him as you come. His body is completely at your mercy when he spills inside of you, and even more so when he watches semblances of his seed drip out of you and onto his jeans. You're both normally so composed, even with high sex drives, but distance really did seem to make the heart grow fonder.
And when he nuzzles you into the carpet and wraps his entire body around you, it's easy to ignore the battering of Jay's fist against the door a few moments later, begging the two of you to put your clothes back on and join them in watching the next set of performers.
