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chemistry | s.j

in which you have complicated feelings for your best friend’s ex boyfriend.

pairing: sim jake x fem!reader

warnings: best friends ex!jake, enemies to ???, everyone is kinda toxic, dry humping, hickeys, fingering in public, exhibitionism, blowjob, face fucking, cum swallowing, finger sucking, mention of throwing up but doesn’t actually happen, unprotected sex, cumming inside, squirting.

wc: 11.5k. not proofread.

“i’m so sorry,” you said softly, rubbing your best friend’s back as she sobbed into her pillow. “you don’t deserve this.”

mia raised her head, her cheeks streaked with black streams of mascara and tears. her hair was a mess, her eyes a never ending waterfall—the true form of a person who just got brutally dumped.

“how could he do this to me?” she cried, looking at you like you had the answer. “i was supposed to be different. i was supposed to be the one for him.”

“i know you don’t see it now,” you told her, “but it may be a blessing in disguise.”

“i don’t care!” mia sobbed, collapsing dramatically back onto her pillow. “i wanted him!”

your words were ultimately pointless, so you rubbed her back again, providing as much comfort as you could muster.

-

that was two weeks ago, when sim jake broke your best friends heart.

they’d only managed to be an official couple for about three months before jake abruptly dumped her over the phone.

in fact, you were actually there when it happened. lots of people were because jake decided to make the phone call when he knew mia was out at a girls night with all her friends, including you.

you could remember the way her expression fell a minute into the phone call, the way her eyes welled up with tears and the hand that flew over her mouth in shock.

the rest of the girls night was spent consoling her, which was impossible because mia really did like him and had no idea he intended to break up with her.

so, from that point on you, you hated jake. you despised him, and since mia didn’t have it in her to hate him, you hated him enough for the both of you.

you hated him, his friends, his stupid australian accent—everything about him and everything do with him.

so, you were far from pleased when the new semester of school started and you found that you had a class with him.

chemistry.

you were only taking it to fulfill a general requirement that you needed to graduate. otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting in the lecture hall at 8 a.m. on an extra freezing winter morning, eyelids heavy as the professor droned on and on about elements and molecules.

not only were you irritated by the painfully boring lecture, but the sight of jake sitting just a few rows in front of you with his friends made it ten times worse.

you couldn’t help your eyes from continuously wandering his way, not because you cared about his existence, but because he and his friends were obnoxious and distracting. other students in the class noticed it, too, but they were too far from the professor for him to notice. plus, the professor looked very old, so you weren’t sure he would have noticed either way.

when class ended, you shoved everything into your backpack and practically sprinted out of the lecture hall, eager to get back to your warm apartment where you’d be safe from the freezing temperatures and icy snow.

you only managed to get a few feet from the building before your name was being called.

“y/n!” someone shouted, someone you really hoped it wasn’t. “wait up!”

you turned your head, and when you saw that it was jake jogging over to you, you walked a little faster.

“hey,” he said, managing to catch up with you, slightly breathless. “when someone says wait up, that usually mean you should stop walking.”

“i know what it means,” you responded.

you hadn’t spoken to him once since he broke up with mia.

when they were still dating, their friend groups kind of combined, and since you were mia’s closest friend, you ended up hanging around jake a lot. you got to know him a bit, and you actually liked him as a person, but all that ended the minute he made that phone call to mia.

“right,” he mumbled, sighing. “how’s she doing?”

you raised an eyebrow.

“great,” you lied.

mia was actively doing horrible. she didn’t want to leave her house, not even to go to class. she didn’t want to eat or do anything except stay in her bed and sleep.

“really?” jake asked, the surprise is his tone obvious.

“yeah,” you said. “she seems happier than ever now that you’re not in the picture anymore.”

jake scoffed. “yeah, right.”

he was walking next to you through campus, mindlessly following you in the direction of your apartment.

“why do you even care?” you asked, irritated on behalf of mia. “you’re the one who broke up with her.”

“i don’t care,” jake responded. “i was just curious.”

god, he’d become such a dick.

you rolled your eyes. “whatever, jake.”

“what, just because i broke up with her, that means you have to hate me too?” he asked.

“well, yeah,” you scoffed. “obviously. plus, you broke up with her in the douchiest way possible, and didn’t even tell her why.”

“i did tell her why,” jake defended.

“oh yeah?” you said. “why then?”

“so i could see other people,” he answered.

you shook your head in disbelief. what the hell happened to him? he was so nice when he was dating mia—it was like something possessed him.

“you’re an asshole,” you told him, shooting him one more glare before speeding up and walking away from him.

-

mia — 7:57 p.m.

has everyone seen/heard abt him?

you glanced down at your phone, reading the message mia had sent to the girls group chat.

you debated whether or not you should tell her.

chae — 7:58 p.m.

i haven’t

jira — 8:00 p.m.

me neither thank god 🙄

you sighed, knowing mia would probably be upset if she found out you’d spoken to him and not told her.

y/n — 8:01 p.m.

he’s in my chem class…

it seemed like not even a second passed before your phone started vibrating with an incoming call from mia.

you shut your laptop, leaving your studies behind for the moment to focus your attention of your best friend.

“you have a class with him?!” she practically shouted in your ear as soon as you picked up the call.

“yeah, unfortunately,” you answered, leaning back in your desk chair.

“well, tell me everything!” she exclaimed. “how’d he look? did he look distraught? sad? tired? did he say anything to you?”

“he looked—”

“did he say anything about me?” she interrupted, eagerly spewing questions at you. “do you think he wants to get back together?”

“he asked me how you were,” you finally managed to utter.

there was a brief pause on the line, and then you heard a sniffle.

“oh my god,” mia said, and you could hear in her voice that she was crying. “oh my god, he still cares. he cares about me.”

you decided not to tell her about the part where jake distinctly announced that he doesn’t care.

“yeah,” you mumbled.

“well, what’d you say?” mia questioned.

“i said you were great,” you told her. “and that you’re happier than ever now that he’s out of the picture.”

you expected her to be proud of your lie, happy with your response.

but instead there was a pause.

and then, “you’re kidding, right?”

your eyebrows furrowed.

“no?” you replied, confused.

“y/n,” she said, her voice scarily deep and unsettling. “you told him that i’m doing great? and that i’m happy without him?”

“…yes?” you remarked, still utterly confused.

“are you a fucking idiot?” she said, voice getting louder. “why the hell would you tell him that? he’s not going to want to get back together with me if he thinks i’m doing perfectly fine without him! he should know that i’ve never been worse in my life, that i need him back!”

her words were slightly intelligible through her mixture of wrath and crying, but you managed to make out what she’d said, and you knew that you somehow fucked up.

“shit, i didn’t know,” you said, voice small and hesitant like a child’s. “i thought you’d want him to think you’re better off without him, that you’re seeing other people and stuff.”

“oh my god, no!” she yelled, true frustration and anger in her voice. “fuck, you are so dumb! i can’t believe this. he probably thinks i’m screwing someone else by now and that i’ve forgotten all about him because of you!”

you tried not to feel hurt by her words. you knew she wasn’t in her right mind, that this breakup was really taking a toll on her and her mental state.

but still, you wanted to try and make things right.

“well, i can talk to him again!” you suggested, hoping she’d like the idea. she went quiet, which told you that she was at least listening. “i can tell him i was lying and that you’re actually doing terrible.”

“you’d do that?” mia asked.

you already regretted telling her that. the last thing you wanted to have to do was converse with that jackass again.

“sure,” you agreed. “if it makes it better.”

“that would mean the world to me,” mia gushed, letting out a relieved sigh. “really, y/n, thank you so much.”

her tears and anger seemed like a thing of the distant past, and it almost frightened you how quick she was able to jump from emotion to emotion.

“yeah,” you said quietly. “no problem.”

-

the next day, all throughout class your dread for taking to jake grew. you just had to keep reminding yourself that you were doing it for mia.

so, once class was over, it was time for you to strike.

jake was between two of his friends, heading for the door, when you boldly tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

they all turned and looked at you.

“hey, y/n,” sunghoon said, smiling politely. “how have you been?”

“i didn’t know you were in this class,” jay said, offering a wave.

jake only stared down at you, his expression unreadable.

“i need to talk to you,” you told him, disregarding his friends.

jake raised a surprised eyebrow.

“fine,” he said. turning to his friends, he said, “i’ll catch up with you guys later.”

sunghoon and jay went one way out of the building, and you and jake went another, out into the frosty air.

“surprised you’re talking to me voluntarily,” he said, cheeks turning red from the coldness.

“i wouldn’t call it voluntarily,” you muttered under your breath. “listen, i lied yesterday.”

jake frowned, stuffing his gloved hands into his pockets. “about what?”

“about mia,” you answered. “about how she’s doing fine. she’s actually not. at all. she’s terrible. really, really terrible.”

“oh,” jake said. he was quiet for just a moment, and then simply said, “okay.”

you paused in your footsteps, looking at him with a frown.

“that’s it?” you asked.

he also stopped walking, turning to face you.

“um, yeah?” he remarked. “what else am i supposed to say?”

“you could feel a little remorse for hurting someone that you once actually had true feelings for,” you snapped back. “but all you have to say is ‘okay?’”

“yep,” jake said. “okay.”

you scoffed. “you’re insane. really, you must be a sociopath or something.”

jake let out a forced chuckle.

“believe me, i’m not,” he said.

“no, i think you are,” you argued. “seriously, you’re just so cruel. i don’t get how you switched up so fast.”

“you’re acting like i broke up with you,” he replied. “if she’s so upset about it, tell her to come talk to me instead of sending you as her little messenger. i’m sure you have better things to do.”

“like you’d have a real conversation with her,” you spat back. “a phone call is the best she’ll get out of you.”

“she should be glad to get to talk to me at all,” jake remarked, anger rising in his voice.

“well, i know i for one really don’t enjoy talking to you,” you replied, your voice also raising.

“then why are you?” jake questioned, raising his hands up in exasperation.

“for her!” you fully yelled, earning you and jake a few looks from students passing by. you exhaled deeply, embarrassed about the attention. “but, i’m done now.”

“good,” jake grumbled.

“yeah, good,” you muttered before turning around and speeding away.

-

mia — 6:27 p.m.

did you talk to him???

there went your phone again, buzzing on your desk while you tried to do homework.

you flipped your phone over, not wanting to think about your argument with jake earlier, and especially not wanting to have to explain it to mia.

you refocused your attention on your laptop, trying to engage in your homework, but less than a minute later, there was another message.

mia — 6:28 p.m.

y/nnnnnn

come on i’ve been waiting all day

you huffed in annoyance, finally picking your phone up to respond.

y/n — 6:30 p.m.

he said okay.

just as you expected, your phone started ringing. you picked up right away.

“what the fuck do you mean he said okay?” mia asked.

“i said you were doing terrible and all that, and he said okay,” you explained. “it wasn’t much of a conversation.”

“so, he doesn’t even care?” she asked, voice cracking as a warning sign of tears.

“i don’t know, mia,” you relented, sighing in defeat. “i can’t tell, but i can’t keep having these conversations with him. they’re pointless and he pisses me off too much.”

“he pisses you off?” mia accused. “well, excuse me. i guess it’s more important how you feel rather than the person who got their heart torn apart in shreds by him.”

“that’s not what i’m saying,” you defended. “i’m just saying, nothing good is coming from this. i feel like you need to just stop thinking about him as best as you can and try to start moving on.”

“i can’t fucking just move on, y/n!” mia shouted. “that man is my soulmate and i know it, and he just needs a little reminder that i am the one for him.”

“then you remind him,” you said, hanging up abruptly.

you felt guilty immediately.

the poor girl was going through a breakup and you were no help. if anything, you felt like you’d just made things worse somehow.

you’d gotten into too many arguments that day, and you were tired. you didn’t want to be put in the middle of their failed relationship any longer. you didn’t like jake, and now you were starting to get annoyed with mia.

you needed to stay out of it.

-

a night out.

that was what you needed.

a week later you found yourself at the local bar with chae and jira, the first night you’d all gone out together since the breakup.

“i’m sorry, but she was acting crazy,” you ranted to the girls, sipping on your vodka cranberry. “she was screaming at me over the phone when all i was trying to do was be a good friend.”

“this breakup has been horrible on her,” jira said. “is it bad to say i’m kinda glad she isn’t here tonight?”

the three of you were sitting at a high top table in the corner, overlooking the bar, which was bustling and busy since it was a friday night.

“no, me too,” chae agreed. “if she was here, the only thing she’d be doing is crying over jake, and i’m just tired of hearing about it.”

“well, at least we’re all on the same page,” you said, sipping down the rest of your drink. “i’m gonna get another drink.”

you strode off to the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender to get to you. you ordered another vodka soda.

once your drink was made and in hand, you turned to go back to your table, only to find that it wasn’t just chae and jira sitting there anymore. accompanying them was sunghoon and jay, and you almost didn’t want to go back over.

alas, you did, clearing your throat to make your presence known.

“oh, hey, y/n,” sunghoon greeted, smiling warmly down at you much like he had in class the other day.

“hey,” you greeted unsurely.

“guess we all needed a night out,” jira joked.

“yeah, it feels like this breakup has been taking a bigger toll on us than it has them,” jay said.

“has jake been handling it badly too?” chae wondered.

jay and sunghoon exchanged knowing glances.

“not exactly,” jay answered. “he’s…handling it the way he handles things.”

suddenly, his gaze drifted to the other corner of the bar. you all followed where he was looking to find that jake was standing at the bar with a girl, his hand secured on her lower back.

you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief and disgust.

“he’s awful,” you said, the girls nodding in agreement.

“he’s not,” sunghoon defended. “he’s just—”

jay rapidly shook his head, stopping sunghoon from saying whatever it was he was about to say. sunghoon took a sip of his drink to keep himself from spilling.

“just what?” jira wondered.

“nothing,” jay answered, waving his hand dismissively. “do you guys wanna take that booth over there?”

so, you found yourself moving over to the booth with the girls, sunghoon, and jay. you were very relieved mia wasn’t here, and you knew that she could not find out her closest friends were hanging out with her exes closest friends.

the group began to talk, but you were quick to zone out, your attention drifting over to jake from across the room for whatever reason. you sipped your drink, feeling the alcohol course through your veins and make your head fuzzy.

you watched the way his hand gripped the girls waist, the way he smiled charmingly at her and nodded along to whatever she was saying, pretending like he was listening when it was clear to you he just wanted to get in her pants.

but then the girl left. she hugged jake, and walked out of the bar without him.

was he just rejected?

please let that have been a rejection, you thought to yourself, beyond grateful to hav just witnessed it if it was was.

he sauntered over to the booth where you all were, sliding in across from you.

“why are we sitting with them?” he asked sunghoon and jay. “more specifically, her.”

his eyes landed on you when he said it, and you stuck up your middle finger.

“what happened? i thought you were gonna go home with that girl,” sunghoon said, disregarding jake’s question.

“she said she couldn’t bring anyone to her place or sleep over because her parents are visiting,” jake explained.

“sounds like bullshit to me,” you said.

jake squinted his eyes at you.

“i got her number,” he informed.

“well, i was watching you guys the whole time and didn’t see her give it to you,” you responded.

“oh, so you’re stalking me now?” jake said, leaning in closer to you across the table.

“like i care that much about you,” you retorted, also leaning in to show that you weren’t intimidated by him.

“hey, hey, hey,” jay finally intervened, pulling jake’s shoulder back. “what the hell is the matter with you guys?”

“how are you friends with him?” you asked jay and sunghoon, utterly bewildered.

they were so nice, and jake was so awful.

“i could ask the same thing to you guys,” jake said to your friends.

“guys, stop,” chae said, frowning as she looked between you and jake. “listen, you guys obviously don’t have to be friends or even like each other, but you can’t fight like this.”

you slumped down in the booth seat, shoulders caving in as you grumpily sipped your drink.

“whatever,” you grumbled.

jake scoffed, then mumbled, “i’m getting a drink.”

he slid out of the booth and went back to the bar, ordering himself a drink.

he came back a few minutes later, and you didn’t let yourself look at him, knowing you’d probably just want to say something snarky every time.

so, you and the rest of the group talked and drank, then drank some more, and drank even more.

you were drunk. not just tipsy or buzzed, but fully drunk, edging the border of blacking out.

you knew you had to stop, but by the time you figured that out, it was too late.

everyone was at the table, laughing and chatting and getting along quite well the same way you all did back when you hung around each other when jake and mia were still dating.

and then it hit you.

a wave of nausea overcame your body. your face paled, your laughter coming to an immediate halt as soon as the urge to release everything you’d drunken that night hit you.

without saying anything to anyone, you jumped out of the booth and pushed your way through hoards of people to get outside.

as soon as you made it outside and the cold hair hit your overheated skin, the urge to dispel your guts faded. the nausea wore off, and all you felt was the dizziness of being drunk.

you stumbled over to the brick wall, leaning your back against it to keep yourself sturdy. you pressed a hand to your hand, catching your breath.

“you okay?”

jake.

you took a deep inhale, nodding. you still were trying not to look at him, but had no choice to when he held out a glass of ice water for you.

“here,” he said. “you need water.”

with a shaky hand, you accepted the water and took a few small sips. you could feel yourself sobering up as a result of freezing temperature and a liquid in your system that wasn’t alcohol.

“thanks,” you uttered out.

jake leaned against the wall next to you, keeping a decent sized gap between the two of you. the music from the bar vibrated through the wall, thumping in your ears.

you were waiting for him to say something, expecting something snarky or teasing you for nearly puking up everything you drank over the course of the night.

but it was silence from him. instead, you were the one to speak.

“i don’t get you,” you said. his head turned to face you, waiting for you to elaborate. “are you nice or are you a dick?”

he chuckled, his dark eyes shiny in the night.

“that’s up for debate,” he answered.

“yeah,” you mumbled. “i can’t figure it out. you were cool when you were dating mia, but now you’re just a douche.”

jake rubbed his neck. “we all deal with things differently.”

“yeah, but…” you trailed off, too tired and drunk to think straight. “i don’t know. just seems like i’m the only one you’re like this to.”

jake took a step closer, turning to lean his wall on the shoulder and face you. he crossed his arms, his breath appearing as a white cloud in front of his face.

“you’re not so nice to me either, you know,” he said.

“yeah, but it’s warranted,” you said. “you broke my best friends heart, so obviously i’m gonna hate you.”

he hummed, strands of dark hair rustling in the piercing wind.

“maybe i wouldn’t have ended things if i’d known it’d make you hate me,” he said.

you blinked, your drunken brain desperately trying to decipher the meaning of what he’d just told you.

but, nothing. you didn’t understand, and you honestly weren’t sure you’d understand if you were sober either.

“what?”

jake shook his head.

“nothing.”

you didn’t know what to say, and it seemed like had nothing else to add, so you just stared at each other, eyes watery from the wind.

“your cheeks are red,” you pointed out, unsure why you said it and even more unsure of why you brought your hand up to poke said cheek.

he smiled a bit at the feeling of your finger pressing into his cheek. he leaned into the feeling, eyes following your finger as it left his face and fell back to your side.

“it’s cold out,” he replied.

“yeah,” you said, “but it feels good.”

suddenly, jake grabbed your wrist and brought your hand back to his face. you flattened your palm and he pressed it against his cheek, keeping his hand on top of yours to keep it planted there.

you frowned in confusion. even drunk, you could tell something wasn’t right.

but you didn’t stop it when jake seemed to be getting closer. you didn’t stop it when his face was just inches away from yours, when his warm breath fanned your face and his eyes flickered down to your lips.

you didn’t stop him when he leaned into just a bit more, ready to accept his lips on yours.

“there you guys are!”

jake practically slapped your hand down from his face and spun away from you, leaning back against the wall like he wasn’t just a millisecond away from kissing you.

out walked your friends, oblivious to what they’d just gotten in the way of.

“are you okay, y/n?” chae asked urgently, eyebrows pushed together in concern. “you looked pretty rough in there.”

you side eyed jake, but he couldn’t bring himself to look back at you.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you said, pushing your hair out of your face. “i’m just ready to go home.”

you guys said your goodbyes to the boys, jake still refusing to make eye contact with you, and then went your own way opposite of them.

-

it took all of your strength and energy to show up to class that monday morning.

there was about a foot of snow coating the ground outside, and you were exhausted. it’d taken you all weekend to record from the hangover you had.

most of all, though, you were nervous about seeing jake.

nothing had happened, but something really almost did, and would’ve had your friends not walked out at the worst possible second.

you would’ve kissed jake—a man you hated, and your best friends ex boyfriend who she’s still obsessed with.

the thought of it all made your stomach twist, and you knew it wasn’t going to be easy getting through the lecture.

nonetheless, you had a degree to get, so you kept your head held high and marched up to the door of the building.

you tugged on the handle, but it didn’t budge.

with a frown, you tried the other door. locked.

“class was cancelled.”

your body tensed at the sudden voice, a voice that was all too familiar and distinct from its accent.

you turned only to find jake standing behind you. you gulped, trying to keep a calm demeanor. don’t let him see your nerves.

“oh,” you said.

you weren’t sure how you missed the email or noticed the lack of students on campus as you were walking through. it went to show how in your own head you currently were.

you shifted your gaze down and started trudging through the snow to go back home.

“y/n, wait,” jake said.

you kept walking, and he followed you anyway.

“can we talk?” he asked.

“about what?”

“you know what.”

you stopped in your footsteps.

“sure,” you replied, your tone bitter. “why’d you do it? why’d you try to kiss me?”

jake’s jaw clenched. there was a glimmer in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite make out.

“i was drunk,” he answered.

“really? that’s your answer?” you asked.

“that’s the truth,” he said.

you scoffed. “god, you really are a dick.”

you started walking again, jake immediately following.

“you would’ve kissed me back,” he argued. “don’t try to deny it.”

“i was drunk,” you replied, using his own words against him.

“well then maybe it’s good we didn’t,” he said.

“obviously it’s good we didn’t!” you exclaimed, halting in your steps so abruptly that jake nearly ran into you. “you’re my best friends asshole ex boyfriend! it would be terrible if we kissed!”

“okay, okay, i get it,” jake said, raising his hands in defense. “we can just forget it happened.”

“believe me, i’m trying,” you grumbled.

for some reason, a reason you had no explanation for, you felt like jake looked hurt. he looked like a kicked puppy, a slight pout to his plump lips, and his eyes big and longing.

it almost made you feel bad. almost.

“i guess i’ll see you in class,” he mumbled, then turned around and walked away before you could do it first.

-

that night, you were sitting on the couch in your apartment, the tv playing some random movie in front of you. it didn’t matter because you couldn’t pay attention to it anyway. your mind was somewhere else.

jake.

you couldn’t stop thinking about him. from the moment he almost kissed you to the look on his face when you told him you were trying to forget the almost-kiss. you just couldn’t get him out.

letting out a defeated sigh, you grabbed your phone and opened instagram. you typed his username into the search slot and tapped on his account, scrolling through his array of pictures.

there was a picture of him and his dog, a picture of him with sunghoon and jay, but the one that caught your attention the most was one of just him.

it was a candid photo of him standing on the rooftop of some building overlooking the city. the first one was of him looking out at the view, and the next few pictures to follow were of him looking towards the camera once he realized his photo was being taken.

the photo carousel ended with him smiling at the camera, reaching out to take the phone from the person’s hand.

you stared hard. his face, as much as you really hated to admit it, was very handsome. he was a good looking guy, and there was no denying it.

you brushed your thumb over the screen, as though you could caress his face through the phone.

but in doing that, you accidentally liked the picture.

and the picture was from five months ago.

your eyes widened, heart race accelerating as you realized the horrible mistake you just committed. you unliked the photo right away, but you knew it didn’t matter. you were fucked. you’d just exposed yourself for stalking his account.

but it only got worse, because you could see that jake suddenly went online. and then, your phone vibrated with a new message.

jakesim02 — 10:25 p.m.

that’s a pretty good picture of me huh

you turned your phone off and threw it to the other side of the couch, groaning into your hands in frustration.

-

as jake was walking in to class the next day, he went straight over to your seat and sat next to you.

you shot him a fierce glare, not knowing why he’d just sat next to you.

“did you have fun stalking my account yesterday?” he teased.

your jaw clenched, and you exhaled through your nostrils in frustration.

“it was an accident,” you defended.

“i know,” he said. “it was an accident when you liked the picture, but it wasn’t an accident when you got on instagram, typed my name into the search, and scrolled through all my photos.”

you were at a loss for words. he was absolutely right, as irritating and terrible as it was.

what were you thinking? why did you care about his instagram? why did you have to do that and be so reckless?

luckily, class started then, so instead of having to come up with some terrible, unbelievable excuse, the professor began to teach.

jake didn’t go back to his normal seat, though. he stayed put right there next to you, his body close enough to yours that the sides of your arms touched.

you didn’t like it. rather, you didn’t like the way it made you feel. you didn’t like that it made your entire body feel warm, just the sensation of coming in contact with him.

there was something very wrong here. you weren’t friends with jake. you were far from it, actually, so why was he sitting beside you in the lecture and why were you letting him? why was he close enough that you could smell his cologne and why did you want him even closer?

it was safe to say, there was no focusing on the material being taught that day.

-

jakesim02 — 8:51 p.m.

hey

be a dear and send me the notes from today? 🙏

a few days later, and your relationship with jake seemed to have transformed entirely.

he’d begun sitting next to you in class everyday, his friends accepting that he wasn’t sitting with them anymore.

and somehow, you didn’t mind it. in fact—and you knew this was bad—but you began looking forward to it. the once dreaded 8 a.m. lecture was something you got excited for now because you knew you’d get to see jake.

not only would you get to see him, but you’d get to sit next to him, to feel his arm occasionally brush against yours, to hear him whisper a joke about the old professor in your ear and have to stifle laughter for the rest of class.

usery/n — 8:53 p.m.

how come you didn’t show up 🧐

today had been the first time jake missed a class. you were tempted to message him that morning and ask him where he was, but even you knew how desperate that would’ve sounded.

you had to at least try to keep pretending like you hated him for mia’s sake.

jakesim02 — 8:53 p.m.

aww did you miss me? ☺️☺️☺️

i’m out sick, probs won’t make it tmr either

so make sure to take good notes 👍

usery/n — 8:55 p.m.

you’re sick? what’s wrong?

jakesim02 — 8:55 p.m.

just a cold and fever

probably just bc the weather

usery/n — 8:56 p.m.

oh

deserved.

jakesim02 — 8:56 p.m.

WTF 😭😭

usery/n — 8:57 p.m.

i’ll bring the notes over tomorrow.

jakesim02 — 8:59 p.m.

let’s gooo 🙏🙏🙏

you closed out of instagram and set your phone aside, already feeling the combination of anxiety and excitement in your stomach about seeing jake outside of a classroom setting tomorrow.

what the hell was your problem? if mia knew you were having these feelings, developing some sort of a friendship with jake, she would be beyond infuriated.

you knew it was bad, but you just couldn’t tell her.

-

inhale.

knock on the door.

exhale.

a moment later, jake opened his apartment door, a smile overtaking his face when he saw you.

“hey, come in,” he said, stepping out of the doorway.

he was clad in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, his hair messy and his nose red. he was sick, indeed, and you didn’t even feel like saying anything snarky about it because you could only focus on how cute he looked.

you were royally fucked.

you stepped into his apartment, sliding out of your shoes.

“i got you a copy of the notes,” you informed, “and this.”

you help a tupperware container of soup that you’d made yourself.

“oh my god,” he gushed. “you made that for me?”

“no,” you lied, eyes shifty. “i was making soup anyway. i just had some leftover.”

“either way,” he said, accepting the container from you, “that’s really sweet. i appreciate it.”

you shrugged like it was nothing, but deep down you were pleased to have made him happy.

“would you mind helping me recap the lectures i missed?” jake asked, already starting back down the hall to his bedroom. “i’m sure the notes are great, but just in case. if you’re not busy.”

you gulped, your feet already following him to his room.

“okay,” you agreed. “just for a bit.”

once in his room, he sat on his bed, the blankets a mess which told you he’d probably been laying there for the majority of the day. there was a box of tissues on the nightstand, some crumpled up on the floor.

“sorry, it’s dirty,” he said. “i’ve just been…”

he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

“sick?” you questioned.

“yeah,” he confirmed, chuckling.

you got the feeling that he was a little nervous about you being there, and that only made you feel more nervous. it was wrong, and it seemed like you both knew that.

you cleared your throat and sat down at his desk, pulling the notes out of your backpack. you handed him the pages and kept a copy for yourself, then began recapping and explaining.

jake listened dutifully, asking questions for clarification here and there. you were surprised by his interest in the subject, how it seemed like he actually cared about the content you guys were learning whilst you only cared enough to pass the tests and get the class over with.

you were in the middle of answering one of his questions when he suddenly began coughing. he’d been coughing a bit the entire time, but this time specifically seemed like an extra bad attack.

it was enough for you to stop talking, looking up at him with concern. you then noticed the water bottle on his desk and quickly picked it up, bringing it over to him.

he took it gratefully, taking a few large swigs that helped calm his cough attack down.

“fuck,” he muttered, twisting the lid back on. “thank you. sorry.”

“are you okay?” you asked, cautiously sitting on the edge of his bed next to him.

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine,” he assured you. “sorry, you can keep talking about the notes, or…”

he trailed off, looking at you like he’d just realized you were sitting on his bed now, that you were closer than you were before. he swallowed, eyes shamelessly scanning you from the bottom to the top.

he licked his lips, meeting your eyes.

“or what?” you asked, your voice ever so soft.

he exhaled, trailing his hand across the mattress until it landed on top of yours. you looked down at where they met, at where your fingers folded into each others.

“or,” he said, “come here.”

you looked back up to his face, and suddenly it was so obvious. he wanted to kiss you. he really wanted to kiss you. the hunger was evident in his eyes, his cheeks flush from both the fever and the desire to have you.

and you wanted him just as badly. you needed him in that moment.

so, you let go of every negative emotion of you had about him and the situation just for the time being, and leaned in, connecting your lips together.

jake sighed into the kiss, relieved to finally feel the sensation of you on him. he brought his hands to your waist, gripping you with as much of the little energy he had.

he kissed you slowly, warmly, tenderly, the heat of his body radiating against you. you didn’t even care that he was sick anymore, that there was a high chance you could sick from the exchanging of germs.

none of that mattered. kissing him felt too good, too right. sickness be damned. mia be damned.

he spread his legs a bit, pulling you onto his lap. you straddled him, leaning forward so your chests were pressed together.

your head tilted to the side to kiss him deeper, and you couldn’t believe how good it felt. you could feel it in your entire body—the electricity, the warmth and excitement that came from his lips fluidly rubbing against yours.

your lips smacked together, creating a lewd sound that had a sensitive jake moaning into your mouth, jutting his hips up into you desperately. you gasped at the feeling of his hard on pressed against you, your lips opening just wide enough for him to snake his tongue inside.

you immediately accepted this intrusion, quick to rub your tongue back against his. it was filthy, sloppy, and wet, and you both couldn’t get enough.

you found yourself shifting your hips back and forth on his lap, desperate to ease some of the tension that had built between your legs. he helped guide you, keeping a firm grip on your hips.

“fuck, y/n,” he whispered. “feels so fucking good.”

you clenched around nothing, your fist squeezing the fabric of his sweatshirt. you trailed your lips down from his mouth to his jawline, pressing down hard and warm. you then continued making your way down to his neck, where you continue to kiss and eventually suck, carelessly leaving purple and pink bruises on his overheated skin.

“oh fuck,” he moaned, more sensitive than normal. his hips were thrusting up into you, like he was trying to fuck you through his clothes. “oh my god, yeah. that’s so good, baby.”

but it was when jake began dragging his hand up your shirt, pulling the fabric along with him, that you started to remember the situation at hand, that reality came back into the light.

jake was mia’s ex. mia loved jake. jake broke up with her over the phone because he was a dick. you were making out with him. you were supposed to hate him.

oh god, everything was all wrong. how did this happen? what the hell were you doing?

you quickly detached yourself from jake, climbing off his lap. he looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows, worried that he’d done something wrong.

“what is it?” he asked. “are you okay?”

your eyes trailed down to the hickeys on his neck, your heart plummeting to your stomach. you’d done that. you just gave hickeys to mia’s ex boyfriend.

“um.” you could hardly speak. “i have to go now.”

“but—”

you were rapidly gathering your things, shoving your laptop and folder into your backpack.

“feel better,” you said, swinging your backpack over your shoulder.

you were out of his room in a flash, beelining straight to the front door without looking back.

-

“do you like this one or this one better?” mia asked you, holding up two different skirts.

“that one,” you answered, pointing to the ruffled denim mini skirt.

“hm,” mia said, not seeming satisfied with your answer. “i like the other one better.”

she disappeared behind the dressing room curtain, and you let out a sigh of relief once she couldn’t see you anymore.

you were shopping at the mall, the first time you’d hung out in weeks alone, and it was harder than you thought it’d be after what you’d done with jake.

the guilt was immense. you could hardly stand to be in her presence, afraid that she knew or would find out. you felt like it was written all over your face, or that she could smell it on you—that you’d made out and dry humped her ex boyfriend.

your phone vibrated in your purse while you waited for mia to get changed. you pulled it out, eyes widening when you were met with a notification from the man haunting your mind himself.

jakesim02 — 3:29 p.m.

attachment: 1 image

how much concealer do you think i need to cover these up?

you opened the image—a selfie of jake with his neck stretched to show off all the bruises you’d left.

it was like he wanted to humiliate you.

you didn’t know what to say, how to answer, and mia came bursting through the curtain before you could anyway. you tucked your phone away, giving her your full attention.

“that looks amazing,” you said, forcing a smile onto your face.

“really?” she asked, checking herself in the mirror. “i wanted to get something cute to take pictures in. then, when i post them on instagram, jake will see and come crawling back to me.”

your breath hitched. just hearing his name leave her mouth made you sweat with anxiety.

“oh,” you said, voice shaking. “that’s a good idea.”

“right?” she said happily. “yeah, this is the one. this is the skirt that’s gonna get me my boyfriend back.”

she closed the curtain once again, and you felt your shoulders slump once she was out of sight.

she was adamant on getting jake back—if only she knew.

-

jake was back to class a couple of days later, back in his seat beside you like everything was fine and normal.

“hey,” he said to you when you walked in.

“hey,” you replied, pulling your laptop out of your backpack.

“you never replied to my message,” he said, watching you focus all your attention on your screen and giving none to him. “it was funny, right? i actually don’t even have any concealer which makes it even funnier.”

“very funny,” you responded dryly.

jake’s smile faded.

“what’s wrong?” he asked you, suddenly planting his hand down on your thigh. “why’d you run out of my apartment so fast the other day?”

your gaze trickled down to his hand on your leg, the veins in his hand sticking out, his fingers long and secure in their placement.

“did you get nervous?” he asked, his voice only loud enough for you to hear.

“no,” you lied. “i—”

“alright, everyone quiet down,” the professor spoke, interrupting you. “class is starting now.”

you gulped, turning back to your laptop screen.

the professor began his lecture, but jake didn’t move his hand from off your leg. he kept in its place for about ten minutes, and then you realized he was slowly dragging it up your thigh, higher and higher.

you glanced over at him from the side of your eye, trying to wordlessly communicate with him, trying to ask what the hell he was doing.

but he wasn’t looking at you. his gaze was fixated on the big screen where the slideshow was, and he took notes with his one free hand.

you sighed, trying to brush it off. if he wanted his hand on your thigh, fine. you didn’t care. it was nothing, and if you just kept telling yourself that, then maybe you could eventually believe it.

but then his hand had gotten too high to be considered appropriate, especially for a public setting. one inch forward and his fingers would brush against your covered pussy. you’d be mortified. you’d be absolutely shocked and humiliated if he were to do that.

so why did a part of you wish he would?

like he could read your mind, jake inched his hand just a bit higher and shifted it so it was cupping your clothed pussy. he pushed his fingers against it, feeling the heat and dampness it was producing.

your head snapped over to him.

“jake,” you whispered, because a part of you had enough sense to know that he shouldn’t do it.

still, he wouldn’t look at you. he pretended to be focused on the lecture, but you didn’t miss the trace of a smirk on his lips. he knew just what he was doing, and he was going to do it full force.

he began rubbing his fingers in little circles over your pussy, and your eyes widened, legs instinctively spreading to accommodate his hand more, to give him easier access.

you looked around at the students surrounding you. everyone was either glued to their phones, taking notes, or asleep. absolutely no one cared about what you and jake were doing.

still, you were nervous. you were in a very public setting and one wrong move could expose to the entire lecture hall what was going on.

you looked over at jake again, keeping your eyes on him as he trailed his hand up to the waistband of your pants, and then dove his hand in.

you pressed your hand over your mouth when you felt his cool fingers slide into your panties. he dragged his fingers down the length of your cunt, smearing your wetness around to make a slippery surface for him to play with.

he rubbed your trembling clit in little circles, going slow so as not to draw too much attention to either of you. you could feel your arousal leaking into his hand. as nervous as you were to be doing this, you couldn’t deny that it was really hot. the fact that anyone could look over and see jake with his hand down your pants—you really got off on that.

he spread your legs with fingers, then teased your entrance with his middle finger. he circled the tip of it around your needy hole, and you found yourself pushing your hips forward, trying to line it up so it’d slip inside you.

you shot jake a glare, and he smiled, relenting.

he slid his finger in and you had to bite down on finger so as not to make the sound you so desperately wanted to release. you sucked his finger in with ease, clenching around it.

he began massaging it against your spongey wall, feeling himself harden in his pants. he couldn’t help but picture what it would be like to have his cock in your tight little pussy instead of just his single finger. what he wouldn’t give to fuck you. he’d do it right then snd there if that was his only chance, fuck you in front of the entire class.

he let out a shaky sigh, slithering in another finger alongside his middle. your hand slapped down onto his wrist, gripping it tightly.

he thrusted his fingers in and out, and moved them back and forth inside you. your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt his palm hit your clit with every thrust.

although it was a tortuously slow pace he was fingering you at, it was perfect. he was deep and his fingers were at the most perfect angle, and your clit was being stimulated too. god, you wanted to fuck him. you wanted to climb into his lap and sink down onto his cock, and just ride him without a care of what anyone else thought, especially mia.

mia. fuck. what would she think if she knew you were getting fingered by her ex boyfriend in the middle of fucking class?

you were so far gone, so desperate to cum, that you didn’t even care. you just wanted him. no, at that point, you needed him.

“jake,” you whimpered, looking up at him with big, glossy eyes.

he held a finger up to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet. but then he started fucking his fingers into you harder and faster, your legs shaking, and how were you supposed to stay quiet through that?

you pressed your face against the side of his arm, eyes clenched shut as his fingers hit the gummy spot in the deepest part of your cunt. you bit your lip hard enough that it could bleed because it felt so good, you wanted to scream.

you wanted to strip your pants off and spread your legs wide so jake could finger you to the full extent. you wanted him to slap your clit with his palm and finger fuck you until you were squirting all over his hand and the chairs that surrounded you guys.

you squeezed his wrist, your cunt tightening around his fingers. he could feel that you were close and continued to pound his fingers into your pussy until you were letting go, thighs clamping around his hand.

he could feel the gush of wetness spill over his fingers, smearing over your inner thighs. he looked down at you and your trembling body, the way you fucked yourself on his fingers to ride out your orgasm, getting every last droplet of it.

you were panting against his arm, and he only pulled out once you released your hard grip on his wrist. his fingers were glistening with your arousal, a string connecting them like ebbing when he pulled them apart.

you crossed your legs, already feeling empty without his hand between them.

there was nothing you could do then except direct your attention back to the lecture. if you were in any different circumstance, perhaps a bedroom, you’re sure it would go further.

but since you were in class, the most he could’ve done was finger you, and even that was probably too much, too risky.

still, it was done, and you had to sit with the physical discomfort of your excessive amount of arousal, and the mental discomfort of having just gotten fingered by mia’s ex.

-

jakesim02 — 11:01 p.m.

are you awake?

of course you were awake. it was saturday night and you were lying in your bed, your brain still fixating on what happened in class the other day.

you’d refrained from texting jake since then, unsure of what you’d even say, so you were relieved that he finally reached out first.

usery/n — 11:03 p.m.

yeah

jake started typing right away, like he’d just been sitting in the chat waiting for you to answer.

jakesim02 — 11:03 p.m.

this is a long shot but

what if i came over

your heart beat started accelerating at just the idea of jake coming over right now, this late at night.

you knew what would happen if he came over, and it’d be far from innocent. you were feeling guilty over what happened with you two thus far, though, unsure of what to do.

you fought it as much as you could.

usery/n — 11:04 p.m.

we shouldn’t jake

jakesim02 — 11:05 p.m.

i think we should though

think about how good it feels when we’re together

think about how hard you came all over my hand the other day

his words sent a wave of heat rushing over your body, your stomach twisting with the desire to do it all over again, to relive those same sensations you felt in class.

you felt like you an angel and a devil on your shoulder. the angel was telling you to shut your phone off and go to bed, to never speak to jake again because it was wrong.

but the devil yearned to let him come over, to feel the skilled touch of his hands on your body, to go further with him than you’d gone before.

usery/n — 11:08 p.m.

okay

come over.

jake read your message, and didn’t reply.

-

he was at your apartment within 20 minutes. in the first five minutes of being there, you’d made into your bedroom, onto your bed, and that was where you were left now.

“do you feel bad?” you asked him right before he was about to kiss you.

his hands were cradling your face, his lips inches away. but he shifted back a bit, creating more room between you after you asked that.

“it’s hard to feel bad when being with you feels so right,” he said.

the kind words made you smile—a sad smile that carried the happiness you felt from being with him but the dread that came from knowing it couldn’t end well, that it wasn’t you two who were meant to be together.

“she wants you back,” you whispered, running your finger over the back of his hand. “wants to post a picture for you to see that’ll make you want her again.”

he tilted your chin up, getting you to look him in the eyes again.

“y/n,” he said. “it’s you, okay? not her. let me show you, please.”

his dark eyes shifted down to your lips. and then he was kissing you, and you had no choice but to absolutely melt into it, like his touch put a spell on you.

he held your face, hands drifting into your hair. you crawled into his lap, keeping your lips intertwined while you positioned yourself on him.

he was already hard, probably pent up from the past few days. you were already wet, too, because just kissing him was enough to do it for you.

he held you close and kissed you like his life depended on it, like it would be the last time he ever go to do so, and he really hoped that wasn’t the case.

your tongues twisted together, passing your saliva to each other through the messy kiss. you could feel him twitch right under your cunt, eager to be touched. luckily, you were eager to touch.

you shifted back into the space between his legs, kneeling on the mattress. he watched without so much as a blink as you cupped his bulge, feeling his aching cock twitch and pulsate under your palm.

you began stroking it over his sweatpants, gripping and massaging it. but that wasn’t enough, even for you. you wanted to get the most out of him, to make him feel as good as you possibly could.

clothes were flying off then. first his pants, his shirt, then your shirt and bra, and his underwear.

his cock was long and just as pretty as you expected it to be. his tip was flushed to a light pink, a pearly bead of precum forming at his slit and threatening to drip down his length.

you let a droplet of saliva drip into your palm, and then reached out to grab him.

jake sat up on his knees, sighing at the feeling of your slicked palm wrapped around his cock, stroking him firmly up and down. he was heavy in your hand, and you imagined he’d be even heavier on your tongue.

you leaned in slowly, darting your tongue out to deliver tiny kitten licks to his tip. jake sighed again, gathering your hair into a makeshift pony tail to keep it out of your way.

you dug the tip of your tongue his slit, the taste of his salty precum coating your taste buds. you pressed your tongue down harder, then wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking on it like a lollipop.

“yeah,” he whispered, staring down at you like you were an angel in human form. “so fucking pretty.”

you hummed contentedly, taking him deeper into your mouth. you held onto his hips for support as you dragged your mouth back and forth down his length, taking him in as deep as you could go, slowly training your throat to take all of him.

jake panted, staring down at you as you sucked him off like you already somehow knew exactly what he liked. he loved when you paid extra attention to his sensitive tip, licking the underside of it. he loved when your tongue traced his vein, and when you eventually took him deep enough that your nose was pressed against his pelvis.

fuck, you were a star. you were his star. you were the only person he ever wanted to see with his cock in their throat again.

“that’s it,” he moaned, subtly guiding your head with the ponytail he’d made. “ugh, that feels so fucking perfect.”

you wanted his cum so bad. wanted to feel it on your face and taste it as it shot down your throat. you wanted to swallow every last drop and feel the warmth of it in your stomach.

you felt dirty, the way you wanted him. it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, but it had you ready to do just about anything he asked of you. you wanted to please him, to make him cry from how good he felt, to have him shaking and writhing beneath you.

you forced yourself to deep throat him, as painful as it felt. you resisted the urge to gag, your throat convulsing around him.

it was all worth it because jake was gasping, tugging on your hair and pushing his hips into your face, forcing his cock even deeper. his tip hit the back of your throat, your face practically flush with his abs.

“mmm, fuck yeah, baby,” he moaned, head tossed back to expose his pretty neck. he thrusted his cock in and out of your mouth, using you just like you wanted him to. “you’re so fucking perfect. this mouth was just made for me sucking me off, wasn’t it, hm? say it, baby.”

he tugged you off his cock just long enough for you to breathlessly utter the words.

“yes, jake,” you said, sniffling. “was made for sucking your cock.”

he groaned, pushing your head back to his cock. you hollowed your cheeks and tucked your teeth under your lips, humming around his cock and breathing through your nose to keep from gagging.

he could feel a warmth settling in his stomach, a knot twisting. it was forming. he was going to cum soon and he knew it was going to be intense because it’d been way too long, and it was you. you were sucking him off and you looked so pretty kneeling in front of him, so how could he not cum buckets for you?

“where do you want my cum, baby?” he asked you.

“my mouth, jake,” you told him, blinking up at him with wet eyes. “wanna taste you.”

your words, so lewd and unexpected, had him finished.

he thrusted against your face once more before the first rope of cum came spurting from the tip of his dick, shooting straight down your throat.

he pulled out to watch the rest of it hit your face, and you stuck your tongue out to take the rest of it on your tongue. each string of white, gooey cum on your face was like paint on a canvas. it was art. you, a cum covered mess, were a piece of art.

“oh my god,” he cried out, fist furiously pumping out every drop of cum he could get out. “take it, baby, fucking take it. take all my cum.”

you moaned at the taste, at his words, at the feeling of each hot splatter on your skin.

when he pumped the last bit out, he sunk down to your level. you licked around your lips to get the surrounding cum you could reach and swallowed all of it like it was your favorite meal.

jake did you the favor of gathering the cum that had landed on your forehead and cheeks, and then shoved his tainted fingers into your mouth so you could really get every last bit like you’d wanted.

you maintained eye contact with him as you sucked on his fingers, tongue swiping around and in between them, cleaning the sticky mess off of them.

all jake could do was watch in awe, thinking about how much time he’d wasted with the wrong person when you were right there all along.

“you’re fucking perfect,” he muttered, in a trance like state.

you swallowed the rest of it and jake pulled his fingers out. he gently laid you down on your back and grabbed your knees, spreading them apart for him to fit between.

he hooked his fingers into your underwear and pulled them down your legs, already feeling your wetness on the fabric.

you were entirely dripping when he looked down at your naked cunt, a string of cum leaking from your needy hole.

“oh my fucking god, baby,” jake purred, bringing his fingers down to rub your eager pussy. “so fucking wet, i can’t believe it.”

you let out a loud moan when his fingers came in contact with you, and you gasped as he easily slid a finger inside, fucking it into you to get you prepped. it wasn’t like you needed much, though. your body wanted him, and it showed.

he only fingered you for about a minute, and then he simply couldn’t wait any longer. he felt like he would die if he wasn’t buried inside you right at that moment.

“is this okay?” he asked as he lined his cock up with your fluttering hole.

“yes,” you assured, nodding your head rapidly. “i need it so bad, jake. please just fuck me.”

he hummed, sinking his cock into your perfectly warm, tight, drenched pussy. you immediately clenched around him, sucking him in deep.

“oh my god,” he mumbled, nails pressing into your thighs. “holy fuck, baby. feels so fucking good. you’re so tight.”

you whimpered, head lolling to the side as he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed to yours.

“fuck, jake,” you said. “it feels so good.”

he laughed to himself, not because it was necessarily funny, but because he was so happy. it felt so right for him to be fucking you, and he could tell you felt it, too.

he pulled out halfway then pushed back in, filling you up entirely. it was like his cock was made just for you, made just to be the perfect fit inside your warmth.

he pushed your knees back, your legs wrapping his waist so he had a better angle to fuck you.

his thrusts were deep and careful, his hips fluid and loose. he was experienced, obviously. no one was this good at fucking without having had practice before.

your best friend. that was his practice. you were sure he fucked mia and you couldn’t believe that you were fucking someone she once had, but it didn’t matter anymore because it was too late. and this was what was right. not her and jake, but you and jake.

“fuck, it’s so good,” you cried, already so far gone and drunk off his cock.

“i know, my sweet girl,” he gushed, pushing his hips forward and pulling back at a slightly faster pace. “you’re doing so good, taking my cock like such a good girl.”

“nghhhh, god, jake!” you cried at his words, loving every bit of praise and adoration he laid upon you. “harder, please! n-need it.”

jake snapped his hips forward, his cock hitting you harder. his tip brushed against that sensitive spot inside of you and you practically screamed, eyes rolling back into your head.

he couldn’t believe how hot you were, how perfect you were sprawled out beneath him, your pliant body taking every thrust he pounded into you.

your body rocked with each thrust, slowly getting pushed up the mattress. your tits bounced, your limbs flailing helplessly from the roughness of his pace and movement. and you loved it—you’d never been fucked like this before.

“yeah, that’s it,” he groaned. “clench for me, baby. wanna feel you squeeze my cock.”

he adored how quick you were to obey, your pussy clamping around his cock then just like he asked.

he cursed, somehow fucking you even harder, as hard as he possibly could. he was fucking you practically into the mattress, leaving an indent of your body shape that would be a reminder of this moment, of how no one would be able to ever give it to you the way he could.

“oh my god!” you yelled. “i’m so close, don’t stop! pleasepleaseplease, don’t stop, jake!”

he grunted, his cock drilling your pussy, his pelvis rubbing against your engorged clit every time. the body creaked and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and lewd.

the knot in your stomach snapped. you body tensed and you were cumming, and it felt like descending up to the sky. you felt like you weren’t even in your own body, like you had no control anymore as you thrashed and writhed and squirted around his cock.

fluid came gushing and shooting out of you, coating his cock in your cum. drool spilled from the corner of your lips, tears trickled down your face, and jake felt like the luckiest man in the entire world to get to be the one to see it all.

he didn’t even realize he was going to cum until he was, until his load was spilling inside you, staining your walls.

he fucked you through it, jutting his hips forward in desperation, once again milking his cock for all it had.

“fuck, y/n,” he grunted, shoving his load deep inside you. “just take it all, baby. just take it.”

you whimpered, too fucked out to even remember how to speak. all you could do was lay there, twitching, letting him stuff you full of his creamy, milky cum.

you both were practically heaving for air by the time it was all over.

you felt empty jake pulled out and collapsed beside you. he held you close to his bare chest, kissing the top of your head over and over as he, too, couldn’t yet find any words.

minutes passed. it wasn’t until you both could breathe regularly again that he spoke first.

“can i stay?” he asked.

it wasn’t what you were expecting, not that you had any specific you were expecting.

“what?” you blinked up at him in confusion. “like, spend the night?”

“yeah,” he answered. “can i?”

you chuckled, nodding tiredly.

“yeah, of course you can,” you told him.

“okay,” he said, exhaling in relief. “i promise i’ll get up and clean us off in a minute. i just wanna stay in this moment for a little bit longer.”

you had no complaints about that. you, too, wanted to stay in this moment. you wanted to live in it for the rest of time because it felt so good, and so achingly right to be nestled against jake sim’s chest. for him to kissing your head, and playing with your hair, that was what was right.

it was you, not mia.

you were too content. you couldn’t even think about her, though you knew her finding out was inevitable.

but you could deal with it later.

to be continued.

-

hey so would anyone believe me if i told them i wrote this in a day 🤨

anyway consider this my formal apology for not having written a long fic for jake in forever. starryjake is so back.

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