⸺ IN WHICH you can't stop thinking about what you saw him doing
﹙3714﹚ nerd best friend ! sjy 𖹭 𝒻em. reader — best friends to ?? nsfw kissing cursing porn mention handjob kinda overstimulation sub jake ℳORE ❜
fluffy brown hair, flushed cheeks and black glasses. that's what you think when you think about jake.
jake, who is soft spoken, a little bit shy, funny, not too talkative when it's the wrong people. jake, your best friend for three years.
jake, who you're watching now with wide eyes, how he's pounding into some random girl like a fucking animal.
you didn't mean it. you were just looking for the bathroom in this big ass house, who you don't even know who's it is, when you opened a random one, just to find your friend fucking a girl.
so, even if you were drunk, you understood the situation, closing the door right after you came to your senses. your heartbeat sounding more loud in your ears than the music itself.
and now, a day later, you're still repeating that scenario again and again in your head.
we're talking about jake sim, who will tell you random facts in the middle of the conversation when he's nervous, the one who's too afraid of insects at his grown age, jake, who you never saw talking with a girl in that way.
“hey!” the man next to you waved his hand in front of your eyes, snapping you out of your thoughts.
you blinked a couple of times, turning your head in his direction.
“are you listening to me?” he asks, huffing as he sits straight on the chair next to you. you shake your head, dropping it as you sigh.
“sorry, i was... uh, thinking about something,” you turn your eyes to your food as you hear him sigh.
“right. quantum physics i guess,” he jokes as he looks at you, raising one brow.
“yeah, kinda,” clearing your throat you look up again, putting your thoughts aside. “anyways, sorry, sunoo. what were you talking about?”
“so... i was saying that we should go jay's café when we finish,” his eyes were now looking at his phone as he talked.
place where jake works, the person you have been avoiding since last night. well, maybe he didn't even noticed that you didn't answer his messages from this morning.
“yeah, sure. why not?”
what the fuck were you thinking? of course, jake would be here. he works here. but, you thought that he only worked in the morning.
“guys! nice to see you.” the charming smile of jay was the first thing you saw when you entered the place.
“hi, jay,” you also smile at him. sunoo and you were about to order.
you looked around the place, and it was almost full. the people came and went, the tables were all occupied, and the waitresses walked with their hands full.
and then you saw him. he was smiling at some old lady as he handed her what she ordered. his hair was under a blue cap that was part of the uniform, letting you see only a few strands of his brown hair. and obviously, with his black glasses on, making him look cuter than usual.
“so, you're gonna order the usual, y/n?” you immediately looked at him and nodded, trying to focus on the mini conversation they were having, but you simply couldn't.
minutes later, you were waiting for your order with sunoo next to you, as jay kept attending to the people.
you tried not to look in jake's direction, only looking at sunoo and paying attention to what he was saying, and how he kept complaining about an assignment that one professor gave you a few days ago.
“and i can't believe that he paired us with—” your friend's complaining was interrupted by a familiar voice.
“hi guys, what's up?” judging by his usual behavior, he doesn't seem to have noticed what happened yesterday, and maybe that is because you were very careful when you closed the door.
then you don't have to worry about anything; you were just exaggerating.
“hi, jake,” you smile at him, losing the tension of your shoulders, and well, your whole body.
“so... the usual,” he said as he read the piece of paper and then at you two as he maintained a tiny smile between his lips.
his lips were swollen. you didn't mean to stare too much but the color of it wasn't the usual color, they were... brighter? and when you looked at his mouth, you remember the obscene and almost pornographic sound that came out of it after you closed the door.
you wanted to run and hide in a cave so you could stop thinking about your friend.
“here yall go,” he passed sunoo's one to him and extended yours in your direction, so you stepped closer to grab it. “you... ignored my messages from today,” his voice came out a little lower; he didn't want anyone to hear.
sunoo was too occupied on his phone again to notice it. jake's your friend, it's not strange.
“sorry, i was, um, in class,” you chuckle, trying not to sound too obvious or too uncomfortable about all you were thinking. and how just the touch of his fingers against yours made your head start to remember.
“mhm, yeah.” he didn't believe what you said, but nodded anyway as he let go of the cup. “then, can you come to my apartment at night? i have a new setup of lego, it's sick! you're gonna love it.”
you sigh as you laugh.
and there it was again. the usual jake.
his eyes shine behind his bangs as he looks at you, waiting for your response. so, after a few seconds, you nod as you smile.
“yeah, sure. i'll be there.”
when you knocked at his door was about eleven pm. and, as you looked at your phone, the door in front of you opened up, just to show you jake, who was with his hair dripping water, a towel around his shoulders and in his pajamas.
“why didn't use your keys?” he asks as he steps aside to let you in. you clear your throat as you put your phone in your pocket.
“well, just because.” not like you think that could happen what you saw the other day.
“hm, right... well, have you eaten?” as he closed the door he walked to the kitchen, and you followed him after putting on the slippers that you had there.
“yeah, a while ago. you?” even if you have been here countless times, you can't help but look around the place.
“yup, but if you're hungry, i can cook something,” he offers as he takes two cokes out of the fridge. you shake your head.
“no, i'm fine,” you chuckle. “so, where's your impressive new acquisition?” after you take a seat in one of the chairs, you look at him.
a bright smile appears on his face. it looked like he forgot about it, and you just reminded him.
“come, we can build it in the floor of my room,” he started walking with the two cokes and two glasses in his hands.
you don't even remember when you started to do this. it happened just one random night when you arrived here, and he was in the middle of building a spaceship, and a piece of it got lost, and jake passed the next three days talking about it, so you came back, and after a few minutes, you found it right under the carpet of his room.
after that, you told him that you could help him so he wouldn't lose anything, and also because you liked to see him building it.
“a gigantic castle,” you stare at the big box in front of you on top of jake's bed. and judging by the illustrative image, it was cute.
“mhm. don't even ask how much it cost, i'm... not gonna buy anything like this in a while,” he took a big sip of his coke and then looked at you. forgetting about the class he brought.
“yes, i imagined it. but it's nice, this is gonna take you a while,” you smile at him as you push him with your shoulder. he smiles too, lowering his head, looking at the floor.
“yeah, and i have you to help me with it.” you look up at him, and he's looking at you with the same expression. you nod as you grab the coke from his hand, just to take a sip. “i brought one for you!”
“open it up, nerd. we have a job to do,” you make an exaggerated tone as you point at the box with your free hand, completely ignoring his words.
jake bit his lips as he smiled, turning himself to kneel on the floor so he could grab the box.
you sit on the floor where there is a big gray carpet, which he uses on these occasions, as you wait for him to put the box on the floor.
minutes later, he's sitting next to you as you look at the pieces inside plastic bags in front of you.
“a lot of pieces,” you murmur, making yourself comfortable next to him. jake nods as he looks down at the instructions.
“amazing, right?” he says after a few seconds of silence, now looking at you. so you turn your head and nod, chuckling again because of his excitement.
“yeah, you're gonna be entertained,” you tap his shoulder two times and then look at your phone.
“you're not gonna help me?” the tone of disappointment in his voice made you turn to him again. “i thought that's what you're gonna do.”
“you're such a crybaby,” sighing, you put your phone down. “i was just looking at the time.” you show him your blocked phone, the screen marked 11:17 pm.
“oh,” he turned his head in another direction, but you could catch a glimpse of the blush over his cheeks. his fluffy hair made him cuter, even if it was still a little humid.
“aw, you're blushing again,” you search for his face as you smile, mocking him. jake doesn't let you see his face as he turns it in the opposite direction.
“i am not!” he clears his throat and straightens up his composure. “stop messing with me,” he murmurs after a couple of seconds, and the smile on your lips widens.
“finee, i'm not gonna bother you, jakey. so let's start!”
you entertain yourself looking around his room from your position. from the posters of random movies and things related to football on his walls, to the physics books he has on his shelf, everything screams jake.
but, even if you were a little entertained looking around, you actually were bored.
“let's stop for a bit,” you groan, stretching your limbs as you look up. jake, next to you, looks down.
“but you didn't do anything,” he huffs as he turns his eye to the pieces between his fingers. you look to the wall and roll your eyes.
“i was too busy looking that anything went missing,” jake carefully puts down the legos and then looks at you properly.
“you're lying on the floor, using my lap as a pillow, and you're saying that you're helping me?” you nod with your lips forming a straight line. he blinks and then looks up again, concentrating on what he was just doing.
he completely ignores your complaints. so, after some seconds, you speak in the middle of the comfortable silence.
“hey, whose party was it last night?” you ask, as you look at your nails. jake hums, not stopping his action. now he was trying to build a tower.
“i heard that it was one of jay's friends, i don't remember...” he takes a break at each word, too focused on the legos, but still listening to you. “why?”
“uh, well, i was so drunk that i don't even remember,” after yawning, you turn yourself to the right to be more comfortable. flat cheek against his left thigh as your eyes land on the legos on the floor.
“don't move,” he breathes out, stopping his fingers, without taking his eyes from the pieces. you frozen in place, putting your hand on the floor, close to his knee.
“about that,” he continues after some seconds, “who took you to your home last night? and why didn't you answered my messages?” this time he said the full sentences, without taking any time to speak.
“i think that it was... anton? huh, i don't remember that much,” you lie, unconsciously biting the skin of your lower lip. “and i told you that i was in class today, seriously.”
“you let him take you home?” noticing his surprise and a little annoyed tone, you turn your eyes towards him.
“why? he's nice. he just took me home.” you don't understand why he would react this way.
“i think that he wants to get in your pants,” he says, sighing, making you turn yourself again, without raising your head from his legs.
“what are you talking about? anton isn't like that, he's nice to me,” you scoff, looking up at him, moving your head again. and jake finally let the legos on the floor and looks straight ahead of him, without meeting your eyes.
“if you wanna think like that, then it's fine,” he shrinks.
“are you making a scene?” your tone came out sarcastic. his words are offending you, but you can't avoid the smile that grows between your lips.
“what? no.” he finally looks down at you, his brows are furrowing under his bangs, and the shine in his eyes is different.
“i thought so, because you have no right to make a scene after—” you close your mouth immediately, looking away as you mentally slap your face.
“after what?” he blinks, still with his brows furrowed. but you didn't even want to look him in the eye.
why would you say that out loud?
and now you remembered everything again, so vividly that it makes your heart beat.
“what is it?” jake turns his head, like a confused puppy, staring at you, waiting for your response.
“nothing, forget it,” you sigh, trying to brush it off, to stop your mind from thinking and remembering it. “continue with the castle, or it's gonna get too late.”
even if you tried to change the subject jake didn't move. the curiosity was picking at his mind as he kept looking at you.
“stop staring and keep doing what you were doing,” you sigh, turning one more time just to avoid his gaze.
“y/n, wait—” but this time you turned to the right instead of the left. “a-ah.” almost the same sound that you heard before came out of his mouth again. maybe you put your head too close to him this time.
you didn't move and neither did jake. he remained in silence after that. you blinked a couple of times, and you realized that you were basically facing his cock.
this gotta be some porn cliché plot; it can be happening to you right now. but at the same time, you can't get away because you can't face him right now, so you close your eyes for an instant.
seconds later, you hear him swallow saliva, and his hand, which you didn't notice that he put behind your head —maybe to stop you, got away.
“jake, are you having an erection?” you talked in the middle of the silence, after opening your eyes and paying a little more attention.
and yes, even if his pajama pants are black, you can still notice it, and also because it's right in front of your face. you feel his body stiff.
“i-i'm not,” his voice sounds trembling, like he was holding his breath. his thigh muscles stiff under your head.
“you are...” you made a sound like you were about to laugh. this can't be the same guy you saw last night. maybe you saw it wrong. even if you clearly saw his back and brown hair.
“damn it,” he murmurs very low, but you listen to him anyway.
slowly, and not so sure you put your left hand on his thing, close to your nose and very close to the growing erection. jake breathed out a little more loud than he thought.
“w-hat are you doing —ah!” he moaned at the same time he let his head drop, and squeezed his eyes close.
now, the palm of your hand was softly palming him through his pants, and since they were made of a very thin and comfy fabric, you practically could feel his length through it. he still wasn't very hard, so you stroked it a few times, slowly torturing him as jake contained his mouth shut to not let out another sound.
“you're funny jake. you're having an erection right now.” even if you were ashamed about what you were thinking all day, you had to admit that, in fact, you wanted to see him like this.
and obviously, his reactions didn't disappoint you.
“that's... that's because y-you're touching me. ngh.” it wasn't a complaint, it was just a fact. and just the heat of your palm was about to make him come in his pants.
“nu-hu, you were like this before i noticed,” you hummed, chuckling again as you kept slowly rubbing him, this time a little more roughly. “you're a pervert, jake.”
“n-no. it was j-just...” he didn't finish his sentence before another needy moan came out of his mouth as his thighs moved above your head, and his hands turned into fists.
“you finished just because of that?” you were again holding a laugh, as you let your hand in the same place, starting to feel how it was getting wet.
“i didn't,” he sighed-whined, “stop messing with me, y/n.”
“i am not messing with you...” you slowly sat, without moving your hand away, your thighs bumping with his as you did it. “...jake.”
your body was stuck to his, legs right beside his. and you finally met his eyes, which looked dazed behind his black glasses that were slowly sliding through his nose.
you came closer to his face and lifted your hand, fixing his glasses with one finger. jake's eyes never left your face.
after licking his lips, he opened his mouth to say something.
“how the hell are you hard again?” you breathe out, as you look down one time before looking at his eyes again. he blinks, too focused on something else that you missed. his cheeks are bright red, and his chest rises and falls again and again.
“i... i don't know,” he whines again, too embarrassed to look down or anywhere else. you breathe out a laugh, raising one eyebrow.
then you put the palm of your free hand over his cheek. jake swallow again, his eyes almost expressing all his thoughts. his skin is burning under your hand.
when you move away the hand that was on his crotch, jake sighs, almost disappointed, making you smile.
the next second, you're putting down his boxer and pants, just enough so you can take his dick out. and jake doesn't say a word as he squeezes his eyes shut one more time, breathing more heavily.
his length spreads free, almost touching his lower abdomen. making you finally look down as you maintain one hand on his cheek and the other grabbing the waist of his pants. of course, it's hard again.
before thinking too much, you wrap your hand around it.
“hm!” he bites his lips as he throws his head to your shoulder, forehead landing against it, as his right hand flies to your hand on his cheek. his hand is also warm, or maybe yours it's cold.
you look up again, your nose accidentally touching his shoulder. then you turn to look at him, but his face is hidden on your shoulder.
so you start to slowly move up and down your hand, making him whine embarrassingly loud. and maintaining the same peace, you keep stroking him as he let out muffled noises.
“you're cute,” you say after some seconds as he whines again. his hand squeezes yours, and he groans.
“i'm... not cute, hm,” he says before moaning. you accelerate the movements of your wrist, up and down. and from time to time, you make circles on his tip with your thumb, making him twitch under your touch. he was about to come again.
“of course you are.”
then you lower your hand on his cheek, putting it behind his head, on his nape, and bringing it to your face, finally kissing his lips. and even if he was surprised, he immediately returned the kiss, letting his hands fall to the floor as you grabbed the hair of his nape, deepening the kiss.
meanwhile you kept stroking his length quickly. your wrist was starting to hurt, but you kept doing it as you kissed his lips. his glasses were bumping your forehead from time to time because of the way he was kissing you. you would never know that he would kiss like this.
his tongue played with yours, and he bit your lips, but also kissed your lips with care and passion. he breathed through his nose more heavily as your hand stroked him. until he froze with his mouth over yours, moaning in the middle of the kiss, as his mouth fell open.
and then you felt how warm liquid started to spill from his cock, spreading over your hand and his clothes. but you didn't stop your wrist, making him almost cry because of the overstimulation.
“stop, y-you're...” immediately, you take your hand away, resting it against his thigh.
you keep staring at him in silence, looking at his fucked up face. his glasses are a little fogged, but still, you can see his dark eyes. his bangs are messy over his forehead, his hair is drier under your fingers, and his cheeks are still flushed red.
he hadn't moved an inch; his lips touch yours. and when you were about to pull away, he reached the back of your head, kissing you again with the same intensity as before.
maybe sim jaeyun wasn't the little nerd and clumsy guy that you thought he was all this time.
you went on a blind date for your best friend with one goal: scare him away. but the problem? he doesnt seem too interested in leaving, and neither do you. 01. 02
tw: enemies w benefits, humor jokes, kys jokes, suggestive, mean reader
❦ Reader and Jake have always been enemies despite being in the same friend group, constantly bickering with each other.However, after sharing kiss things begin to change.
summary: pussy drunk puppy jake marking up his gf like a good doggy :3
contents. piss kink (dont like dont read), multiple rounds implied, overstimulation, knotting, breeding, both jake and reader are desperate for one another, jake is in rut, reader can be human or hybrid u guys can choose :D
a/n. the piss kink brainrot is really bad right now ik i promised cherry popping with riki i swear im working on it :(
“Again.” Jake slurs against your skin. “Gotta- gotta fill you one more time... just one more…” His movements are sluggish now — more like weak thrusts than anything with real force behind them — but his body keeps twitching in desperate need for another round. You sob brokenly under him, battered cunt weakly clenching around his cock “J-jake- n-no more…” Jake's brain completely shuts off at the sound of your sobs; some part of him knows he's pushing you too far but his rut is still in control, his primal instincts refusing to give up until you're marked and claimed completely. He whines, desperate and delirious, as he leans forward to bury his face in your neck, clinging to you like a lifeline. “Too much?” He gasps out. “Please- n-not yet…” His hips press flush against yours, making you moan, his cock buried deep inside your drooling heat.
“Ngh- Jake-” You sob brokenly. “Please-” You’re not sure what exactly you’re pleading for, a break or for him to breed you again, until his deliciously thick knot swells to keep all of his sticky cum inside. Jake's whole body trembles with the effort to keep himself from going again too soon. His brain is so foggy, lost in instinct and need and a desperate yearning to make you his completely. He takes deep shuddering breaths, struggling to find some sliver of self-control. But his efforts are futile in the end, a single clench of your cunt has his hips moving again as if they had a mind of their own. “I can't- can't stop... it hurts, baby.” He moans into your skin. “Hurts so goddamn much to not be inside you right now…” You moan helplessly, his thick cock pistoling in and out of you. His hands are everywhere, his body is everywhere and you can't tell where you end and where he begins. He doesn't think he's ever been this desperate, this needy. All his self control and restraint has vanished, leaving only that primal need to breed, to mark. “Fuck… you’re mine right…? You're mine baby.”
You nod, delirious with pleasure, words slurring into cock drunk babbles. “M'yours-” Tears fall down your flushed cheeks, his leaky tip hitting your g-spot just right. “Oh my god Jake-” Your whimpers and tears make Jake's heart ache and his cock impossibly hard. “I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm- I can't stop, I can't stop, I-” His voice cracks and he whimpers, eyes pleading. He chokes up, your sweet cunt clenching around him, milking him again with a loud, broken sob. Jake spills inside your heat with a howl — a raw, guttural sound ripped straight from his chest – as his knot swells and locks him in place. “F-fuck—fuck!” He sobs out between ragged breaths, “Gonna fill you up so good... gonna make sure it takes…” His hips jerk weakly through the aftershocks, his body convulses violently above you, every muscle tensed to breaking point.
You moan softly at the feeling of fullness, a small bulge visible on your lower stomach, a perfect outline of your boyfriend’s cock and his warm cum, sloshing around in your tummy. “Feels so full Jakey…” Jake whimpers at the sight of your swollen stomach, his eyes widening in dazed awe. His hands — still trembling from overstimulation — reach out to press against the small bump as if he can't believe it's real. “S-so pretty…” He slurs, voice wrecked. “Gonna put another in you... and another... till you're round with 'em.” His knot is still firmly locked inside you but it doesn’t feel like enough to Jake. The pup in him desperate to mark his territory, to mark his pussy. Jake's body jerks the second the first hot trickle of piss spills out of him — his rut-fueled brain too lost to even process how wrong this is. He lets out a choked, desperate whine as he starts leaking into you, his hands clutching at your hips like a drowning man.
“S-sorry- fuck, I'm sorry.” He sobs between ragged breaths. “C-can't stop... c-can't…” The mess is already spreading; warm and unmistakable where his knot has you sealed tight together. “J-jake?” You whimper his name, the new sensation confusing your pleasure drunk brain. The feeling of his warm piss mixing with his cum in your cunt is otherworldly – so wrong but so right – pulling soft moans from your lips at the foreign feeling of warmth in your tummy. Jake chokes on a sob at the sound of your whimper, his body seizing up in guilty pleasure. His tail is tucked between his legs — submissive, ashamed — but he's still leaking into you with no intention of stopping. “Baby... I—I can't stop.” He babbles hysterically. “N-need to mark you everywhere… fuck, I'm s-sorry…” His hips stutter weakly against yours. Jake chokes on a sob as he feels you clench around him, his body shuddering violently. The sound of your whimpers — confused but not rejecting — sends a vicious spike of possessive satisfaction through his veins.
The last trickles of warmth enter your already overfilled cunt. “Y-yeah... yeah, just like that.” He rasps out hoarsely, palm caressing your lower stomach. “Gonna keep it all in you... g-gonna make sure nobody else ever touches this pretty little cunt…” His hips twitch weakly; his knot is still firm even as the last drops leak out into you. You babble incoherently under him, tummy full of him. Jake whines when he sees your expression – the mixture of confusion and pleasure – he's fully lost now, all humanity lost to the need of his animal side. “M-my girl…” He purrs, his tail wagging hard. “My good girl, you feel so good…”
