jake is three hours into his stream when the front door of the apartment quietly opens and closes.
he doesn’t notice at first. he’s mid-rant about some game, headset on, eyes locked on the monitor, that easy grin on his face as he talks to chat. the camera frames him from the chest up — black hoodie, messy hair, the soft glow of the led lights behind him. thousands of people are watching.
you drop your bag by the door and pad down the hallway in socks. the door to his streaming room is cracked open. you peek in.
he’s focused. completely in the zone. one hand on the mouse, the other occasionally lifting his energy drink. chat is flying by on the second monitor. he laughs at something someone typed and leans closer to the mic.
“chat, i swear if one more of you tells me to touch grass—”
you slip inside without a sound and gently shut the door behind you. the click is soft enough that the mic doesn’t pick it up. jake still hasn’t noticed.
you stand there for a second, just watching him. the way his throat moves when he swallows. the way his fingers flex on the mouse. he’s so deep in the stream he doesn’t even hear you cross the room.
you drop to your knees beside his chair.
jake glances down out of pure reflex — and freezes.
his eyes go wide. his mouth opens. for a split second pure panic flashes across his face before he forces his expression back to neutral, eyes snapping forward to the camera again.
you smile up at him, innocent as anything, and reach for the waistband of his sweatpants.
his voice stutters slightly on the next sentence.
“y—yeah, no, i’m fine, chat. i just… thought i saw something.”
you tug his sweatpants and boxers down just enough. his cock is already half-hard from the sudden adrenaline, and it thickens the second your fingers wrap around it. jake’s free hand grips the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turn white.
you lean in and lick a slow stripe up the underside.
his hips twitch. a sharp inhale crackles through the mic before he covers it with a cough.
“sorry, chat — drink went down the wrong pipe.”
you take him into your mouth properly, warm and wet, sinking down until your lips meet your fist. jake’s thigh tenses under your palm. he’s still trying to talk, still clicking through the game, but his voice has gone tighter, lower.
“uh-huh… yeah, i see that play. no, i’m not tilted—”
you hollow your cheeks and suck.
jake’s sentence dies in his throat. he quickly hits the push-to-talk button off for a second, drops his voice to a rough whisper only you can hear:
“baby— fuck— are you serious right now?”
you just hum around him in answer, the vibration making his stomach jump. then you start bobbing your head in slow and deep movements, one hand stroking what you can’t fit, the other resting on his thigh so you can feel every time he tenses.
he turns the mic back on, forcing a laugh that sounds almost normal.
“chat’s being weird tonight, damn. why is everyone asking if i’m okay? i’m fine. totally fine.”
a donation alert goes off. someone tips a bigger amount than usual with the message: you good, jake? you keep spacing out lol
jake’s laugh is strained. “i’m good, i promise. just focused.”
you take him deeper, nose brushing the soft fabric of his hoodie, and swallow around the head of his cock. his free hand flies to your hair, not pushing, just holding, fingers trembling.
he’s leaking on your tongue now. you can taste how worked up he is. every time chat asks a question he has to answer, his voice cracks just a little. every time you drag your tongue along the vein on the underside, his hips stutter like he wants to thrust up into your mouth but can’t without the chair moving on camera.
“yeah, no, i’m not leaving the stream early,” he says, clearly answering someone. “why would i—”
you pull off just long enough to whisper, “because you’re about to come down my throat on live.”
jake’s eyes squeeze shut for half a second. when he opens them again they’re dark, desperate, still locked on the monitor like his life depends on it.
you go back down, faster now, wetter, the slick sounds mostly drowned out by his game audio and the music he keeps playing in the background. still, every so often a filthy little noise slips out of him before he can stop it.
chat is starting to notice something’s off.
mjno1fan: jake’s face is so red lmao bro is breathing like he just ran a marathon is he okay?? someone check on him lol
jake forces another laugh, voice rough. “you guys are reading into nothing. i’m just warm. the hoodie, you know? but i'm too lazy to take it off.”
you take him all the way to the base and swallow again.
his whole body locks up.
he slams the mute button on his mic, drops his head forward, and comes with a quiet, broken groan, pulsing hot across your tongue. you stay there and take every bit of it, swallowing around him until he’s finished, thighs shaking under your hands.
when he finally mutes off and turns the mic back on, his voice is wrecked in a way he tries (and fails) to hide.
“…anyway. i think i’m gonna wrap it up soon, chat. i'm feeling kinda tired all of a sudden, must've been that soda i had earlier.”
there’s a flood of laughing emojis and suspicious messages. jake doesn’t even try to read them. he just ends the stream as quickly as he can without looking completely unhinged, waits until the “stream ended” screen pops up, then rips his headset off and looks down at you still on your knees between his legs.
you sit back on your heels, wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb, and smile up at him like nothing happened.
jake stares at you for a long second, chest still heaving.
then he laughs, low and disbelieving, and hauls you up into his lap, kissing you hard and messy, tasting himself on your tongue.
“you’re insane,” he mutters against your mouth. “completely insane. i almost died. chat thought i was having a medical emergency.”
you loop your arms around his neck, still smiling. “you didn’t end the stream though.”
“because i couldn’t think straight enough to press the button,” he shoots back, already half-hard again against your thigh. “you’re lucky i love you.”
you kiss the corner of his mouth. “so… same time tomorrow?”
jake groans, drops his forehead to your shoulder, and starts laughing again — helpless, fond, and still a little ruined.
“hi.” jake greeted you once the door swung open, a faint smile accompanying him.
the corners of your lips tugged upwards easily as you looked jake up and down with hidden fondness—which probably wasn’t discreet to anyone who wasn’t jake.
you stepped aside, allowing him to enter before starting to walk off. he silently tailed after you, hands dug in the pockets of his hoodie while you led him to the living room.
the tv had already been switched on in preparation, and you wordlessly patted the spot next to you, signaling for him to take a seat. jake cautiously lowered himself, daringly closer than the last time both of you found yourself in similar spot, yet neither of you took it upon you to say it.
the moment was cut short once jake’s attention landed on the table in front of him, his eyes suddenly wide with surprise. “did you buy these?” he nearly exclaimed. how he hadn’t noticed the two plates, each holding a slice of tres leches cake, was beyond him.
“i made them.”
“they look good.” he remarked, his arm reaching to grab a plate before remembering his limits. he looked over at you, expecting some form of approval before taking one. you simply nodded, a silent gesture which was enough for jake to lean forward, taking the fork in his hand and admiring the creation in front of him.
you chuckled. “thanks. should we start the movie?” you leaned over to grab the other plate before settling back against the cushion behind you. you picked up the remote, ready to browse through the movies categorised as rom-com when it suddenly hit you.
“wait actually—” you didn’t finish your sentence, instead jumping to your feet before rushing out of the room. jake’s fork was frozen midair, unsure of whether to wait for you or continue eating.
it was less than a minute later that you re-entered the room, this time with none other than clover in your arms. “i told you she missed you.”
jake’s face lit up, watching clover nuzzled into your elbow. “missed me, but wasn’t here to greet me.” he raised an eyebrow before bringing the fork to his mouth, relishing the flavours of the cake.
you sat down with a soft hum, stroking clover who relaxed in your lap. “she gets shy around cute guys.” you said with casually.
jake’s second bite didn’t go as smoothly as his first. he coughed at the impact your words had on him, the sweet treat suddenly burning the back of his throat. he must’ve heard you wrong, he thought. but the small, knowing smile that grew on your face as you barely spared him a glance made him dare to think otherwise.
“let’s watch this.” you decided, and jake didn’t protest, too caught up in trying to process the casualness of your flirtation.
the movie began. you and jake continued to eat what was left of the cake, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t taking sneaky glances his way whenever he put another bite of your food in his mouth, the obvious enjoyment on his face making you smile inwardly.
by the 30th minute, clover had settled into jake’s lap, his sturdy hands moving over her in a slow, rhythmic pattern that somehow held your attention more than the film itself.
“i think she really likes you.” you muttered loud enough for jake’s head to turn. the confusion lasted barely a second before he softly laughed, looking down at the topic of discussion in question. “how can you tell?” jake asked, using both his hands to rub her.
you watched in silence at the way clover seemed to ease right into his palm, at the way jake’s hands handled her with nothing but pure care. and in that moment you thought, who wouldn’t like jake?
someone filled with so much love in him, and care for those around him, was hard not to fall for.
“she looks comfortable.” you observed. “i think she feels safe with you, or likes being near you.”
the room seemed to grow quieter after that, the movie fading into a background noise as your words lingered.
you’re sure the implications didn’t go unnoticed by him. how just like clover, you seemed to share the same sentiment for being around him.
but then again, this was jake—the kind of guy who approached affection with hesitation.
it was hard not to fall for him.
with jake’s presence so close beside you, you could barely pay any attention to the movie. you felt the brush of his sleeve against your arm every so often, and you’re not exactly sure how and when the distance placed between you became nearly nonexistent, but it felt all too natural. too domestic.
so you took a risk. you leaned closer—just a little bit more, to gauge his reaction.
jake stilled, before slowly relaxing. a small, breathy exhale following.
he didn’t move away, which felt like encouragement. you placed your head on his shoulder with precision, making sure to give him enough time to stop you. jake let you, his body still stiff. you noticed, of course.
“sorry” you whispered, suddenly growing too conscious of your impulsive action. jake shook his head, unable to turn and look at you. “no.. it’s okay.” he assured you.
his body felt rigid beneath you. “you’re tense.” you pointed out, slowly lifting your head back up. you barely got away before jake’s hand shot out, placed on your temple as he lowered you back onto the line of his shoulder.
without a word, he adjusted himself, angling his body for your head you lean more comfortably.
you could feel an eruption of various feelings in your lower abdomen, unable to hide the ecstatic smile.
you really couldn’t care less about the movie, not when you were pressed into jake’s side, and he seemed into it.
you almost let out a laugh at the irony of it all. would you have told yourself a few months earlier that you’d be in this position—jake sat in your living room, caressing clover as if she was his daughter, and your head rested on him, you would’ve found it ridiculous.
and now, you don’t think you would’ve wanted it any other way if given the chance.
you didn’t notice the ending credits rolling in, too lost in your own thoughts until jake gently nudged you. “that was fun.” his voice came out hushed.
you nodded in agreement, remaining your position on his shoulder. “so.. what now.”
“i don’t know.” you shrugged. “i kinda don’t want you to leave yet.”
you could feel the sharp intake of a breath jake took, his body going tense again for a short moment before it eased, the weight of his head suddenly on top of yours. “me neither.”
so you opted to silence. staring at the home screen on your tv with nothing to say. both you and jake basking in the warmth, as well as comfort of each other’s presence.
it was stupid, and you barely lasted 3 minutes before you scoffed out a laugh. “i can’t believe we’re just sitting here in silence.” you humoured.
“i don’t mind it.”
“me too.”
you carried on for another few minutes, nothing but the sound of each other's breathing as well as your heart beating rapidly filling the room.
“i meant what i said, by the way.” you started. “about enjoying spending time with you and stuff.”
“i never thought i'd get this close to you.” you chuckled further. jake’s hands twitched in his lap, trying to bite back the smile that was forming on his face.
for a moment, he wondered if you could feel the pulsing of his heart from where you laid on him. if you could see the way his hands were starting to get a little clammy, and if the burning heat emitted from his body was obvious.
“i don’t think i expected this either.” jake decided that was the safest thing his mind could conjure in that moment. had he let himself think too long, he might say something stupid. such as how he couldn’t tell you what went on in the last 50 minutes of the movie, his mind and body too busy trying to not feel things with you pressed into his side.
his phone buzzed beside him, and it felt like the bubble he lived in got bursted with it. he eyed the time, a sudden reminder of how late it was getting. he sighed, reluctantly. “i should probably go before it gets late.”
this time, you froze. jake felt it, and it was enough to make him want to eat his own words and promise you a few more minutes like this. “okay.” you nodded, getting off him.
the walk to the door felt bitter. as if both of you knew the other wanted nothing more than to stay a little longer. you watched him put his shoes on before he straightened back up.
“get home safely.” you reminded him. jake nodded. he should’ve taken that as his cue to leave, but you looked at him in a way that told him you couldn’t bear the thought of him doing so.
and then you did something neither of you expected. you leaped forward, wrapping your arms around jake’s shoulders before pulling him into a hug.
jake hardened, both his hands stranded on each side of his body, unsure of where to place them. the lack of response made you aware, and you panicked, ready to pull back and pretend this never happened.
you felt jake’s hands on you before you could do so. cautiously, because jake was nothing if not cautious. and suddenly he was against you again.
the hug was awkward at first as jake tried to withhold his overwhelming need to touch you. but then you tightened your arms by a little, and jake took it further. his arms circling around you fully until there was no space left.
he held you as if you were everything he had, or everything he needed. it wasn’t awkward anymore, but intimate in ways neither of you could voice.
you stayed like that for a little longer, held in jake’s arms as you both enjoyed the feeling of each other.
“i should go.” jake whispered into the side of your head, yet neither of you made a move. wanting the moment to last just a bit more.
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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺𝖾 : the jakeyn date. they’re so in love with each other. and clover cameo too. and also yn got to feed jake her tres leches. a little bit of this a little bit of that.
ex for a reason : 25 JAKE vs JAY: who wore the tweet better?
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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺𝖾 : jealous jakey who also finally gets to experience his submissive fantasies 🥹🥹 it’s honestly really comedic to write jake feeling threatened by jay all the time when his biggest opp is hoon.
hello prettyyy can i ask for 8th enha member (i’m sorry i’m still counting hee as a member sue me😭😭😭) x jake or sunghoon idk you pick reaction to reader being asked on a interview which song reminds them of each member and saying something super romantic/sexy for him specifically (like daylight or dress by taylor swift, the boy is mine or boyfriend by ariana, etc)
the way i didn’t know most of these songs…
warnings: a bit suggestive, kissing, making out, hints of having sex(?), strong language, use of petnames
the interview is going smoothly, it’s a casual variety show segment where the eight of you are squeezed onto one big couch, mics clipped on, laughing between answers.
the question comes up naturally: “which song reminds you of each member?”
you go down the line with sweet, safe answers. for heeseung it’s something soft and r&b-like. for jay it’s a cool, stylish 90’s track. sunghoon gets a justin bieber song. and jungwon, riki, and sunoo get the more playful, teenage-vibes picks. the fans in the audience coo at every one.
then the host smiles at you. “and jake?”
the room quiets a little. jake, sitting right beside you, shifts slightly, his thigh brushing yours. you feel his eyes on the side of your face, that familiar gaze that always makes your stomach flutter even after years together as members.
you bite your lip, then lean into the mic with a small, almost shy smile.
“for jake… it’s ‘daylight’ by taylor swift.”
a few members chuckle, but jake goes completely still beside you.
you continue, voice softer but clear, the words slipping out like you’ve thought about this for a long time. “because he feels like the first ray of sunlight after a really long night. warm, soft, the kind of light you want to drown in. like… even when everything is chaotic, being around him makes the whole world feel soft and safe and bright. and honestly? the way he looks at me sometimes makes me feel like i’d risk everything just to stay in that daylight forever.”
the studio falls quiet for a beat. then the audience erupts in screams and awws. the members start teasing immediately — sunghoon nudging jake’s shoulder, heeseung laughing “oh he’s done for.” but you keep your eyes forward, cheeks warm, heart racing.
jake doesn’t say anything on camera. he just stares at you with that look — the one that’s half disbelief, half pure want.
the second the cameras cut and you’re backstage in the green room, he’s on you.
the door barely clicks shut before he’s pulling you into the corner, hands on your waist, backing you gently against the wall. his forehead rests against yours, breath a little shaky.
“daylight?” he whispers, voice low and rough. “baby… you really said that? in front of everyone?”
you smile up at him, innocent but not really. “what? it’s true.”
he lets out a soft laugh, but there’s heat in it. his hands slide down to your hips, squeezing. “you know what that song does to me now? every time i hear it i’m gonna think about you saying you’d risk everything to stay in my light. fuck, you’re gonna kill me. i love you.”
you tilt your head, brushing your nose against his. “good. you do the same to me every day, jake. walking around looking like that, smiling at me like i hung the moon… it’s not fair, jakey.”
his eyes darken. he leans in and kisses you — not the sweet public-appropriate kiss, but deep and slow, tongue sliding against yours like he’s trying to taste you. one hand cups the back of your neck, the other slips under your shirt to rest warm against your lower back, pulling you flush against him.
when he pulls back you’re both breathing harder.
“you’re dangerous,” he murmurs against your lips. “saying sexy-romantic shit like that on live tv. my innocent girl acting all poetic and then looking at me with those eyes.”
you laugh softly, fingers playing with the hair at his nape. “i meant every word. you’re my daylight, jake. always have been.”
he groans quietly, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “i’m so in love with you it hurts. and now i have to sit through the rest of promotions trying not to drag you into a closet every five minutes.”
“poor baby,” you tease, kissing his jaw. “maybe if you’re good i’ll let you hear me say it again later. just for you.”
he pulls back, eyes sparkling with that mix of adoration and hunger that always makes your knees weak.
“you’re such a brat sometimes,” he says fondly, but he’s already leaning in to kiss you again, softer this time, full of all the things he can’t say on camera. “my beautiful, romantic, sexy brat. i love you so much.”
you smile into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck.
“i love you too, my daylight,” you laugh.
outside the green room the members are probably still teasing, the fans are probably losing their minds online, but in here it’s just you and jake — the 8th member and the boy who makes every song feel like it was written about the two of you.
and later that night, when you’re back at the dorm and he pulls you into his room, he makes sure to show you exactly how much your answer affected him — slow, sweet, and so full of love it feels like daylight pouring in even at 2 a.m.
