⌇ 32 Hours Too Late - [s.jy.] - file #2 (part 2.)
꩜ .ᐟ pairing: local boy!jake x f!reader
⋆˚࿔ part 1 , part 2 -> click ⤸
summary: reader is a uni student in nyc whose life is upended when she travels to brisbane for her nineteenth birthday, where she meets a local boy and a fleeting summer begins to mean more than it should. ⊹ ࣪ ˖
genre: summer romance · ldr · smut ೀ
word count: 8.9k -> (not proof read)
⤷ featuring: moka (illit) , riki (enhypen)
taglist: status -> {open} comment ᝰ.ᐟ
warnings: degration/praise, dirty talk, emotional conflict, fingering, hate sex (?), illegal club/drugs, making out, nose fucking, pet names, p. licking, smut, smoking, strong language, toxic relationship, unprotected p. in v. -> MDNI ⸝⸝
⤷ notes: hii, i’m so sorry that it took me this long to post the second part :( but here it is. make sure to read the first part too so everything make sense! enjoy 𑣲
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i sat in one of my boring classes. jake hadn’t replied since i got back from brisbane. he read my message,
“you promised me you will visit me in nyc.”
i checked my phone again, to see if i got any new notifications.
no notifications, no text or signal from jake’s side.
maybe he was busy with university, his family or friends, but deep down i knew he was ignoring me because he had made himself clear the last time we spoke.
i rolled my eyes as the professor continued talking about a topic, that i lost interest the second he started it.
i looked out of my university’s window. new york city, my hometown. for now it was a sunny day, which gave me a rare feeling because it was usually rainy and foggy, but in june? it was the perfect weather for outside activities. the tourists filled the streets with laughter, happiness and enjoyment. new york has always been famous at this time of year. it was the perfect weather to enjoy a walk, around the times square.
my uni was located on W. 42nd street, from where i had a perfect view of the tourists and the famous sights.
moka snapped me out of my thoughts. she was 40 minutes late to this class, but somehow she still managed to sneak in when the professor wasn’t looking.
“hii.” she greeted me with a quick smile. “how was brisbane?”
i gave him a quick nod. “it was good.. i had a pretty good birthday.”
she saw the hesitation in my eyes. “truth, now.”
i rolled my eyes. “ugh.. fine.” i leaned closer to whisper because our professor already looked irritated.
“i met with this cute guy. his name is jake, we accidentally met because alex ran into him on the beach.” i quickly pulled my phone out, to show his insta account.
moka gasped when she saw one of his posts. jake posing on the beach, the wind made his wet hair messy, the sun caught on his jawline, he was shirtless..
“stop..” i whispered to myself, because my thoughts started getting dirty again.
“so this is him.” i smiled. “the thing is we started getting into something, then on my birthday we had sex.. then he just brushed me off like it was nothing.”
moka couldn’t care less about what was i was saying, she was too busy to drool over his pictures.
“are you listening to me?” i asked, as i snapped my phone out of her hand.
“girl.. he looks like a sex god.”
i nodded. “he is, just like i said we had sex, but then he brushed me off like it meant nothing.”
moka shook her head. “he has too much ego. at least he was good in bed, but don’t worry your pretty head about boys like him.”
“LADIES IN THE BACK ROW!” our professor yelled at us.
we immediately looked down to our laptop to focus on the new topic.
“6$, please.” said the guy from behind the counter.
i have never been a much of a smoker, sometimes i smoked at parties or with my friends, but alone? rarely. i don’t know what got me attached to jake this much, but i couldn’t get him out of my head. his scent, touches, feelings and moans lingered in my memory.
“here.” i said, as it put the slightly crumpled dollars on the counter.
he nodded. “the exchange.”
“thanks.” i smiled, as i picked up the marlboro pack and walked out the store.
the wind slightly messed up my hair as i stepped outside. i pulled my leather jacket tighter around myself to not catch a cold. the sky had already started darkening. it was filled with clouds, like it wanted to match with my emotions.
i pulled out my old lighter, the streetlight caught on its edges. on both sides there were cute drawing and symbols, that my friends had left there before they gifted to it me on my eighteenth birthday.
after a few click the cigarette lit up, the small orange glow reflecting on my face. it curled warmly around my skin. the smells instantly grossed me out, it brought back old memories i didn’t want to remember. eventually i inhaled properly, and let the smoke fill my lungs. i started walking back to my small apartment, which my parents helped me to pay for. my footsteps echoed on the street, only a few students laughing or walking around the campus were audible.
i arrived home exhausted, the classes tired me out physically and mentally. i looked around. home sweet home. maybe some people would have laugh about it, because there wasn’t much space, but for me it was enough. the walls were cream-coloured, it was decorated with a few photos i had taken my friends. my comfy bed was pushed against the wall, still unmade because in the morning i hadn’t bothered to make it. my tiny desk was filled with notebooks and half-empty coffee cups. i walked to the kitchen to make myself a mug of chamomile tea, the kitchen was squeezed into one corner, only a mini fridge, a stovetop, and a sink that was surprisingly clean.
i changed out of my slightly wet clothes, which had become dirty when the cars drove into a puddle on the street and splashed water on my clothes. i didn’t evn bother to fold them properly, i just pulled a tank top over my head, and paired it with a grey sweatpants that hung low on my hips.
my tea was finally ready. i settled onto the kitchen counter, to take a sip from my warm mug. the soft chamomile flavour lingered on my tongue. i finally felt calm and not anxious for once. i checked my phone again. no notifications.
32 hours. 32 hours later jake was still ignoring me.
really? it took 32 hours for jake to finally reply to one message? the anxiety crept back into my mind. i lifted my phone slowly, as i opened our chat.
@jake.sim: hi, can we talk?
@y.n: we can, if you can finally tell me what’s going on. you ignored me for 32 hours. you treated me like i meant nothing.
@jake.sim: look, i was busy.
@y.n: really? that’s your excuse?
@jake.sim: just hear me out, please..?
he read my message 10 minutes ago, he told me he would tell me what’s going on so why isn’t he writing anything? what is he doing again? is he ignoring me for the third time?
new voice message. 2:15 minute.
i took a deep breath, as i clicked on the play button.
his voice was slightly deep, like he was already half asleep.
“hi, angel.. i wanted to explain why i acted the way i did. i should have told you this sooner, but i couldn’t.. my last relationship was really toxic. she used me, she used me for comfort and affection. she told me i was her everything, that i didn’t have to worry about anything because she would always be by my side. she kept saying nothing bad would happen as long as i wasn’t disrespectful towards her. i never understood it because i was too blinded to see her bad intentions. she manipulated me into something that looked like a healthy way of communicating. i thought i had gotten over it, that i had left her in the past, but then i met with you. i started feeling that same anxious feeling again, i didn’t want to get hurt, i didn’t want it.. mhm.. i was scared..”
his voice cracked slightly, i could hear it in his voice how close he was to crying. his breath caught to swallow the tears back.
“i was scared that it will happen again, and i didn’t want to feel mistreated and controlled. i thought about you a lot since you left, how sweet and kind you were with me. i’m so sorry.. for saying those rude things to you.. i’m sorry for ignoring you..”
the first tear slipped down on his cheek.
“i promised you i will come to new york, please gorgeous.. let me go there and fix it, for real now.”
voice message stopped playing.
i locked my phone. my heart dropped the moment he finished talking. i felt how my breath fastened. it wasn’t just what he said, it was how he said it. the way his voice cracked, breath slowed down and tears rolled down on his cheeks. i felt that it was deeper than he wanted to admit it. he had been carrying it alone for so long that even speaking it out loud hurt. i felt stuck, i wanted to comfort him, but i didn’t know what kind of comfort he needed. all i could think was that he didn’t deserve this.
@y.n: why didn’t you tell me this sooner.. i’m so so sorry. your words really hurt me, but if you can then come.. we can talk it out.
my throat still felt tight, i still couldn’t put the puzzle pieces together..
my alarm went off on monday’s morning.
i immediately knew it was already evening for jake. in the next past few days we faced time a lot. even when it was too early for him or too late for me. we didn’t talk much about what is happening between us right now, we just tried to understand each other’s life and personality.
i pulled my laptop out of my school bag, and flipped it open, my thumb lingered on the touchpad. i almost clicked the small video call icon, then remembered i just woke up.
“aahh… shitt..” i murmured as i quickly put my hair in a bun, brushed my teeth, tried to make myself presentable. i moved back to my bed, and clicked the “call” button.
then i saw his cute, half-asleep face, like he had just woken up from a nap.
“hi.” i smiled, as i adjusted my laptop’s camera. “were you sleeping?”
“mhm..” he let out a small groan, as his eyes roamed over his laptop screen, like he was memorising my face over and over again. “stunner..”
i raised my eyebrows. “stunner?”
he shook his head a bit, as he pushed himself up to his elbows. “australian slang.. sorry, what time is it for you?”
i looked over to my small alarm clock on my nightstand. “6:13, i woke up like 5 minutes ago.” i smiled.
“fine, fine.” i murmured. “maybe i did my hair, to look presentable.”
“you always look incredibly gorgeous, but i appreciate the effort.”
“i will have classes soon.” i said disappointed, as i put my head down to my pillow, my eyes couldn’t move away from the screen.
“you’re so full of it.” jake laughed. “waking up sooner so you can talk to me? what did i do to deserve this.” he put his hand together, a small sign of how much he appreciated it.
“i couldn’t go on my day without seeing your puppy face.. i miss you..” i whispered as my voice started becoming a bit clingy.
i heard the doorbell ring behind him, he slightly sat up to turn his head. “ahh shit.. i invited some of my bros over. i’m sorreee..”
i smiled. “it’s okay, have fun alright?”
he smirked. “don’t worry we will, good luck for uni.” he stopped for a moment to roam his eyes over my face again, then looked down to his sweatpants.
“naurr.. i’m just a bit hard, you know how it is.” he whined. “i might have to jerk off later and just send you a selfie.” he winked.
i opened my arms. “i’m waiting.”
he chuckled. “be careful.. angel.”
i nodded, as i send him a flying kiss.
jake took his hand on his chest. “straight into my heart.”
“you’re soo corny, stop.” i chuckled.
“only for you.” he winked again, then disconnected the call.
a few days later i found myself in a nyc club, it was promoted by my university, so we had free access to the VIP section.
it was a real nyc party, that i have mentioned jake in the past. wild, loud music, alcohol and drugs.
i was never shy about it, i always let people know that yes i’m a party animal, it just gave me an adrenaline rush. the way the music was loud enough to feel it in my chest. the way the lights flashed across the room in colors. red, blue and white.
tonight i had a mission, to drink until my eyes only see blurry faces, to party until my feet hurt and to enjoy the night with my friends.
i made my way towards moka, who sat in the club other side.
“yaa moka.” i yelled over the crowd, loud enough to make her hear it.
she turned around instantly, as cocky smile formed on her face, she lifted her cocktail in greeting.
“there she is!” she shouted back so i can hear her over the loud music.
i pushed through the crowd to her.
i smiled to random strangers as i continue bumping into them while i made my towards her. “sorry- yeah, excuse me- sorry-“ my shoulder brushing against their sweaty shoulders, trying to not push anything too hard.
the music hit harder the closer i got to her.
moka hold a hand towards me so i can finally reach her.
“you’re late.” she shouted as i finally reached her.
“sorry.. i got hold up” i said, grabbing her arm.
she was already dragging me to the bar section. “by who?”
“mhm.. you know just school’s stuff.”
she gave me an annoyed look while she ordered for us. “don’t tell me you spoke to that sex god again.”
“don’t call him that.. but yeah.”
she let out a gasp, and started drinking. “he hurt you, you should just forget him.”
she said, and slide me a drink.
“what’s this?” i raised my glass.
“something strong, u clearly need it. so tell me about everything.”
and i did. i told her the video calls, his toxic relationship and that he was busy with university.
“so yeah.. we are just trying to figure out each other’s past life and personality.” i choked down my drink in one go.
i finished my monologue, as i looked around. the club was already crowded, students partying, trying to forget the pressure of exams and school.
“i go order another drink, you go ahead to the others!” i yelled over the music to moka.
she nodded and already danced his ways towards the boys.
i pushed my empty glass to the bartender. “another one.”
for a minute i just looked around, trying to get my nyc mindset back, and leave jake out of my thoughts for a moment.
“i didn’t think i would see you here.” he said it with a cocky smile as he sat down next to me.
my ex drug dealer, riki. he was my dealer through high school, always kept my secrets and always gave me the drugs like they were lollies. never questioned me if i didn’t have enough money, never questioned me why i needed to meet with him twice a week instead of once. my past was really dark for me, i couldn’t go a day without getting high or feel a bit of weed in my lungs. once we almost got caught so i realised maybe i should stop with drugs. riki told me he won’t turn me in, if i hookup with him. back then i had feelings for him so of course i said yes to him. well.. yes he was attractive, he is still so fucking attractive.
i looked up to him. “hey..” i said, trying to act cold as i sipped my whiskey.
riki immediately smirked as he slipped into the chair next to me. “hey beautiful. long time no see.”
i nodded, trying to look busy, hoping he would maybe get the hint and leave.
“aww~ come on,” he said, with a quiet laugh. “if you come to this club, don’t expect not to see me.” he quickly turned to the bartender and ordered a drink for himself.
“are you still a dealer?” i asked quietly.
his smirk vanished. “that’s not your fucking business. you quit.”
“yeah, sure.” he chuckled. “i don’t trust you since you left us. it was ride or die, our team.”
“i was underage, doing drugs. of course i quit.” i rolled my eyes. “it was never a good choice in the first place.”
“sure sure.” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “don’t tell me you don’t miss it… being with the team, getting high and all of that.”
“it’s- it’s in the past.” i said, rolling one of my shoulders. but in the back of my mind.. i missed it.
riki reached out, to brush a few loose strands of my hair aside, tucking them gently behind my ear. “don’t tell me you don’t miss us..”
his touch was too soft, too familiar.
“maybe..” i gave him a small nod.
“there it is.” he whispered, thumb brushing lightly against my cheek. “do you have someone?”
did i? or was jake just playing with me again? was i just something he wanted or just something that filled the silence for him?
i shook my head. “it’s nothing serious yet..” but shit, it was serious for me.
“mhm” he smirked. “am i getting lucky tonight?” he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my temple.
“maybe we shouldn’t..” i whispered, but my body was already starting to give in, when my phone lit up.
i looked down at my phone. when i saw his name, my heart beat stopped for a second.
riki’s breath was still warm against my skin, as his hand rested lightly on my cheek. “who texted?” he murmured, angling his head to get a better look at my phone.
i just stared at the screen, then quickly locked it before he could see the notification.
“aren’t you gonna answer that?” he asked it with a low voice.
i put my phone down as i exhaled. “it’s nothing.” pulling my head away from his touch.
“didn’t look like nothing.” his hand immediately reached for my phone.
“it’s just a friend” i said, moving it out of his reach. “seriously just stop.”
he leaned back, enough to look at me properly.
“a friend?” he chuckled , raising an eyebrow.
“yeah, it’s not your business.”
he studied my face for a moment. “you still act so mysterious around me, it’s adorable.” he said then stood up to leave.
“i’m happy for you if you found the right way. don’t screw it up again.” then he leaned down, to brush a kiss against my jaw. “later, beautiful.”
i exhaled slowly, trying to calm my racing thoughts. i picked up my phone with shaky hands to look at the message.
@sim.jake: i got the tickets… i’m coming to nyc
@sim.jake: photo attached
i tapped on the photo with an anxious feeling, then he appeared on my screen.
he was lying in the bed. his hair messy, falling into his eyes like he had just woken up from a nap. his hoodie pulled over his head, slightly hiding his adorable face. the fabric slightly twisted, like he hadn’t even bothered to fix it. his face still soft with sleep. he held the tickets up lazily, trying to make it look presentable.
my thumb hovered over the screen for a second. i quickly stood up and paid for my drinks.
“thanks.” i smiled at the bartender, then my eyes wandered around the club, searching for moka. as my eyes found her i smiled and waved to her that i’m going home.
i stepped out of the club, as the cold air hit my face immediately, it refreshed the heat and noise inside. i took a slow breath in then exhaled. the cold new york air filled my lungs.
can’t wait to see you xoxo.
i locked my phone to finally head home. i felt a bit tipsy and riki’s sweet talk didn’t help me figure anything out either. i had been trying to work on my relationship with jake these weeks, but riki still managed to pull my thoughts away in a second. why did he still has an impact on me? why did my heart race again, when it was just a hookup?
“communication isn’t just about what we say.” my professor said as he wrote something on the board. “it’s about timing, intention… and what we choose not to say.”
it’s been already a week, since jake told me he is coming. i was sitting in class, half listening and half asleep. a few students nodded after every sentence my professor said, typing on their laptops.
i couldn’t. my gaze drifted to the window, trying to escape at least mentally from there. new york stretched out in front of me. it was busy and loud, people rushing like they had somewhere important to be, cars moving around like they always did.
i had one thought in my head, jake was arriving today. after weeks of communicating, trying to figure out each other it all felt surreal. my mind kept replaying everything from brisbane. our first meeting, our first sunset, our first kiss and our first sex which was followed by an argument..
my fingers tightened slightly around my pen. i couldn’t stop worrying about what if jake does it again, what if i piss him of, what if..
somehow between late-night calls and conversations, it just all became real. like we had been in a long distance relationship for years now.
in the end we didn’t book an airbnb for jake. everything in nyc was ridiculously expensive, and every time we tried to look, it turned into “we will figure it out later.”
and guess what, we did not figure out at all.
he was staying for five days, but i wasn’t sure if i wanted him in my own apartment, because what if we get into an argument? what if i get horny and i will just want him..
stop.. i thought in myself again, i started getting ridiculously anxious.
the plan still wasn’t sure. i supposed i would just show him around my city, walking him through it like a tour guide, but would we be just pretend that everything is okay between us?
i swallowed slightly to snap myself out of my thoughts.
the moment jake stepped out of the airport, everything felt so different. new york wasn’t like brisbane. it didn’t slow down or wait for jake. it moved fast. people rushed past him like he wasn’t even there. everything was a background noise. suitcases rolling, voices overlapping and taxis yelling at each other. no one cared about each other. everyone just knew they have to be somewhere.
jake shifted his bag higher on his shoulder, trying to step to the side to not get in anyone’s way.
“sorry-“ he whispered quickly, as he bumped into someone. they didn’t even bother to look at him.
he let out a quiet breath, running a hand through his hair to push it back slightly but it was no use, it fell right back into his eyes.
the place felt more bigger, louder and colder than he expected. he swallowed slightly, then remembered i was here, waiting for him, somewhere in this chaos.
he pulled his phone out, without thinking. my chat was still open, my last message.
can’t wait to see you xoxo.
a small smile appeared on his lips. “you better be.” he murmured under his breath.
a voice snapped him out of his thoughts, as someone pushed past him harder this time.
“sorry.” jake looked around, but he felt smaller than he expected it. in the chaos of this big city, his eyes turned into puppy eyes. the light catching his soft brown eyes. clearly lost and not knowing where the airport exit was.
the first thing jake’s eyes caught was the tall buildings and tight streets, cars squeezed together next to each other.
another shoulder brushed against his.
“watch it, dude.” someone muttered.
if i had known jake was in this situation, i would have skipped my uni classes for him, to make sure that he wasn’t feeling lost in a big city like this.
his fingers tightened around his phone again. waiting for a message from me or for an address of my apartment. his eyes went around the city. noises, voices, too many eyes on him. his chest felt tight. because what if it wasn’t the same?
what if everything he thought we built through a screen didn’t feel the same in real life? what if he messed it up again?
his thumb hovered over our chat again.
@sim.jake: i’m in the city centre.
the second my class ended, i quickly packed my things. ignoring that my friends tried to talk to me. i shoved my laptop into my bag while students around me slowly stood up like they have every time in the world. for them, it probably was a normal day, but for me..?
i was meeting with jake today but at the same time he was somewhere in nyc. in a city he had never been before, probably completely lost.
the thought alone made my stomach twist, in a good and in a bad way. i pulled my phone out as i walked down the university stairs. no new messages, just his last messages.
i bit the inside of my cheek before typing a new message:
@y.n: where are you right now?
the com air brushed against my skin the second i stepped outside, nyc was loud like always, for me it was normal but again for jake.. totally new.
my phone buzzed in my hand.
@sim.jake: i think i’m near some huge ass screen
@y.n: jake that literally describes all of nyc 😭
@sim.jake: okay well there’s naked cowboys here
@y.n: oh my god you’re in times square
@sim.jake: i hate this city already
@y.n: stay there, i’m coming ^^
the most overwhelming place possible for him.
i adjusted my skirt as i walked faster down the sidewalk, my sneakers hitting against the pavement, as i rushed between people.
i actually spent way too much time choosing what to wear this morning. i was anxious about what jake will say. in the end i chose a white lace top with long sleeves, paired with a soft pink tennis skirt. it was simple but enough to make me feel pretty, and maybe enough to make me wonder if jake would stare for too long again.
the closer i got to the center, of course the louder everything became, bright creens flashing advertisements over buildings, people dressed in ridiculous costumes trying to get attention. those ridiculous costumes were probably the exact things that scared him.
my eyes drifted across times square, trying to find him between the moving crowd. every dark hoodie and basketball cap made my heart jump for a second before realizing it wasn’t him.
then my eyes drifted to him, standing near the corner with his bag resting against one shoulder, basketball cap low over his eyes, grey hoodie slightly oversized on him, baggy jeans of course, his favourite pair.
he looked around slowly, clearly trying to find me in the crowd, even that he was standing in the corner of the street, people kept bumping into him. his eyes tired from the flight, hair peeking out from under the cap messily. and him being taller than most people around him, still somehow he looked lost, like a puppy abandoned in the middle of a city that moved too fast for him.
as his eyes landed on me, i gave him a small wave, as i watched his expression change in a second, his confusion and the tension in his shoulders disappeared.
he moved to my way, still bumping into people’s like he was on a mission who needed to come closer as soon as he can. a quiet chuckle escaped from my throat. he stopped right in front of me, still out of breath from walking so fast through the crowd. it felt like we were both trying to process that this wasn’t another facetime where we can end the call if we start an argument.
“hi. he said quietly, as the corner of his lips lifted into a nervous smile.
“hi..” gosh, why was i suddenly this shy?
jake adjusted the strap of his bag awkwardly on his shoulder, as he glanced around us for a second.
“this place is actually insane.” he muttered. “i almost got hit by like three taxis.”
i laughed softly. “only three? that’s an impressive record for your first hour in nyc.”
“be serious.” he smiled. “i genuinely thought i was gonna die crossing the street.”
“that’s because you walk too slow.” he looked offended.
“you absolutely do.” i teased him.
“i walk normal, but here everyone’s just sprint everywhere.”
i smiled properly for the first time since seeing him. “yeah, i know..” his expression softened so fast it almost made my chest hurt.
“nah.. you’re smiling.” he said quietly, as he softly connected his fist with my chest.
“maybe.. but you’re staring.”
“can you blame me?” his eyes drifted to my body then before quickly looked away after realizing what he just said.
a few seconds of silence settled between us again, as i hold his gaze.
“you look pretty.” he finally said quietly. his eyes drifting over my outfit properly. “like really pretty.”
“thanks.” i smiled softly.
“that skirt is dangerous.” he raised his one of his eyes brow as he smirked.
i looked down at his outfit. “you look like a lost teenage boy.”
“im a lost teenage boy, who’s kinda craving for hugs from his favourite girl.”
“so, can i hug you, gorgeous?”
i stared at him for a second after he asked that, a little smile formed on my lips. “shut up, gorgeous my ass.” i muttered.
“your ass is gorgeous too.” he chuckled, as he opened his arms awkwardly
i stepped closer first, but jake made the first move. the second his arms wrapped around me, he pulled me against him, like he had been waiting to do that ever since he landed.
“you’re still so warm.” i whispered, because yes that was the first thing i noticed. warm hoodie, hands and breath against the top of my head.
“you’re actually here.” he mumbled quietly. my fingers curled into the material of his hoodie. the people who continued rushing past us faded into the background, their voices and hurried footsteps became just a distant noise.
his chin rested lightly against the top of my head for a second. “you smell the same.” he murmured.
i pulled back slightly to look at him. “that’s such a weird thing to say.”
“naur wait..” he started laughing. “i didn’t mean it in a creepy way.”
“yeah sure, u absolutely did.”
“i meant it in a comforting way!”
i nod as i laughed quietly. “fine fine, mr. weirdo.”
his expression softened again the second he heard it, he felt so relieved, that he found comfort in a city he has never been. his hands still rested lightly against my waist, really carefully, like he was scared he would hurt me if he held too tight.
“i really missed you.” he admitted finally after a moment.
the next three days passed by strangely fast, like really fast, like nyc itself was swallowing the hours before i could fully process the memories. jake followed me everywhere like a lost puppy, honestly it was really adorable.
jake really liked my apartment, even that it was small, he loved it. the first morning, i found him half asleep in the tiny kitchen, wearing the same grey hoodie, as he was trying to figure out the coffee machine with sleepy eyes.
“you have been staring at that thing for five minutes.” i laughed as i leaned against the counter.
“it hates me.” he muttered seriously with his deep sleepy voice.
“it’s a coffee machine. nothing deep.”
“no, it’s evil.” i walked over to him and presses one single button, the machine immediately started working.
jake stared at it in betrayal. “you embarrassed me in my own home.”
“this isn’t your home jake, it’s my apt.”
he pointed at me tiredly. “leave, u betrayed me too.”
most of our days became walking, a lot of walking. in nyc you had to walk to some places, you couldn’t just take the subway to everywhere, but it was too much walking for jake’s liking.
i showed him downtown first. the crowded streets of manhattan, tiny cafés squeezed between buildings, random bookstores and the street musicians performing near subway entrances. jake looked around nervously, like he was scared he would miss something if he blinked too long.
“you seriously live like this?” he asked as we crossed another busy street.
“what do you mean? like what?”
i laughed. “oh my gosh.. jake stop, you’re so dramatic.”
“there’s genuinely too many people here.”
despite his whining, he genuinely loved nyc, specially at night. it sometimes just felt softer. the lights reflecting against the sidewalks, the late-night food stands still open and people laughing at the outside bars.
jake kept stopping every few seconds just to look around. his attention was shifting from A to B, really like a puppy.
the second day, i took him to central park, which was probably the calmest place he seen since he arrived.
“this is the first place here that doesn’t make me anxious.” he admitted.
“awh poor little australian boy.”
“i’m serious.” he smirked. “why are there sirens every ten minutes?”
“thats just nyc ambiance.”
“that’s terrifying ambiance.”
we walked slowly through the park with coffee cups in our hands. jake’s shoulder kept brushing against mine with every step he took. at some point, he reached for my hand, like it wasn’t even something he thought about, just something he wanted to do since a long time.
“you’re quiet.” he said softly after noticing me staring at our intertwined hands.
“just you know thinking.”
“that’s usually dangerous.”
i rolled my eyes. “shut up, dummy.”
he smiled immediately as he heard the nickname, then squeezed my hand gently.
that night, we ended up back at my apt again, we curled up together on the couch as some random movie played in the background but neither of us were paying attention to. we didn’t think about getting more intimate, just us being comfortable with each other. jake’s arm rested lazily around my waist while my legs laid across his lap.
“you know.” his fingers traced random shapes against my arm.” i thought this is gonna be awkward.”
“okay, maybe.” he laughed. “but now it’s not, right?”
i looked up at him slightly, as i nod.
on the third night, i made the mistake of bringing him to a real nyc party. i promised jake i will show him the real party. so here we are. the question is that was i dumb enough to take jake to the club where riki was usually there?
this club was called Vice District, i spent my high school’s years here, so i had a lot of memory from here. i think the club’s name speaks for itself.
it was one of those underground manhattan clubs hidden behind a dark alley with a small neon sign glowing red above the entrance. outside of the club, groups of students leaned against the brick walls while smoking, (probably something illegal) as they talked and laughed too loudly.
inside was worse, the entire place felt suffocating in the best way possible, well maybe not for jake. dim lights flashing red and green across sweaty bodies, mirrors covering the walls, alcohol spilling onto the floor and loud bass shaking the floor hard enough to feel inside your chest.
i wore a short black leather skirt with sheer tights and a dark grey off-shoulder top that slipped down one shoulder every few minutes.
jake stayed in his usual style, in australia he never went to parties like this. he wore a baggy dark jeans, a random cream white hoodie layered under a leather jacket. of course paired with his basketball cap that was pulled low over his eyes.
“is this even legal?” jake asked after the security barely checked his ID.
i laughed as i lead him more into the bar. “i mean mostly it is.”
“you seriously come to places like this?”
“i just came here often in the past, but you know i changed.”
“look i don-“ i didn’t let him to finish his sentence, my lips brushed against his gently, slow enough to make him stop thinking for a second, he slowly kissed me back, surprisingly warm and careful despite the loud chaos around us.
“you did that on purpose.” he whispered against my lips.
“it worked, come on aussie boy.”
at first everything went smoothly, we danced, drank and talked between songs, trying to soothe jake’s overthinking thoughts.
but then my eyes looked on someone.
he was leaning lazily against the bar like he owned the entire club, which wasn’t far away from the truth. one hand wrapped around a shot glass while the other rested inside the pocket of his leather jacket.
he was talking to one of the security guards. silver rings covered almost every finger, a thin chain resting against the black shirt he wore. his dark hair was messy and a small scar near his eyebrow had become part of his signature look.
his eyes wandered around the crowd, that’s when his eyes landed on me.
i quickly shook my head. no no this isn’t happening. i turned to jake, trying not to panic. “hey, wanna drink another round?”
jake noticed how my expression changed.
i quickly nodded. “yeah.. uhh..” i touched my forehead. “isn’t it hot here?”
unfortunately, riki had already started walking toward us, in the exact moment when jake was ready to leave.
“well, well.” riki chuckled once he reached us. “am i seeing my favourite client?”
“hi riki.” i said quickly, trying to push jake towards the exit.
his eyes immediately drifted toward riki. “who’s this?”
“baby, it’s no one, please let’s go.”
riki tilt his head. “baby? cute.” he leaned slightly closer toward me. “you disappeared after last time.”
jake’s jaw tightened almost immediately, as my finger curled into his sleeves, because i already felt the tension building.
“last time?” jake repeated, looking at me.
“relax” riki laughed. “i’m not stealing your little girlfriend.”
jake didn’t laugh at all, he wasn’t the type to start something violent, but he hated finding things out last. it made something in his chest tighten, not anger, but something like disappointment and betrayal. still he was more mature about these things now, he knew that if something was meant to be real or meant to be his, it wouldn’t come from insecurity.
“she used to be fun tho.” riki continued. “before she started acting all innocent.”
“what?” he shrugged. “it’s true or should i ask mark too? he is here somewhere.”
jake looked between us carefully, like he was piecing things together in real time. that look never meant good things.
he leaned down to one of my ears to whisper. “you never told me you knew dealers like this.”
“because it’s in the past.”
“clearly not if he’s looking at you like that.”
riki smirked slightly, clearly enjoying it.
“it wasn’t like that.” i said it quickly.
one of riki’s friend waved him over. “see you later darling.” then he walked back to the bar area.
jake let out a quiet laugh. “wow you literally froze the second he came to us.”
“yes because i knew you would react like this.”
“maybe because this is weird as fuck?”
the argument stayed quiet. “please jake let’s not start this right now.”
“you said you quit all that.” jake muttered.
“then why does he still act like you belong to him?”
“i can’t control other people!” my voice came out harsher than i expected it.
jake looked away first, rubbing his hand over his face tiredly. “i don’t wanna do this here.”
and suddenly i felt guilty, because e flew across the world to see me, and j brought him into my past and mess.
the taxi ride back to my apt was painfully quiet. i tried to start a conversation multiple times, but jake didn’t improve it. he just sat there silently, his hoodie pulled over his head again, staring out of the window, the rain lightly hit the windows as nyc blurred outside.
“are you mad?” i asked nervously.
he exhaled slowly. “i just..” he started, as he shook his head. “i feel like there’s still parts of you i don’t know.”
the second we entered the apt, jake dropped his bag near the couch and stood there quietly for a moment. “did you love him?” he asked as he poured warm water into one if my mugs to make a tea for himself.
“we hooked up once..” i looked away. “it is all in the past jake i’m serious.”
“it’s in the past? then why did he look at you like that?”
the hum of the refrigerator filled the silence. for me it felt uncomfortable, i felt nothing good about us, after jake met with riki. i knew it will be something like this, silence filled with awkwardness.
jake leaned against the counter, his dark eyes were fixed on me. the nyc air, even filtered through the airbnb’s walls. it felt thick, heavy and uncomfortable with unspoken words of an argument that had ended a continent away.
“still running from things?” his voice cut through the silence. “i don’t want to start an argument but you know that u could have just talk to me.”
i traced my fingers on his tea mug, the camomile smell filled the air. “talk about what?”
“i don’t know that maybe your ex dealer still acts like he’s in love with you.”
“you’re overreacting.” jake let out a dry laugh.
“it really felt like i was interrupting something.”
“jake seriously nothing happened, he always act like this.” i really tried to make my point, i really wanted him to believe that i love him.
“i know what i saw, the way u looked at him, like a part of you still wanted that life.” he looked away for a second as his jaw tightened.
“that’s not fair.” i shook my head.
“isn’t it?” he raised his eyebrows. my apt suddenly felt smaller, too warm and quiet.
i sighed. “you don’t know what that time of my life was like.”
“you’re fucking right, because you never tell me anything.”
“you tell me things after they happen.” jake snapped his fingers. “y/n i’m literally here for you, why can’t you never talk to me?”
i rolled my eyes tiredly.
“no seriously.” he stepped closer, frustration really showing properly on his face. “every time i think i understand you, something else happens.”
“that doesn’t mean i lied to you.”
“you hid it, you hide everything all the time. your feeling, actions, literally everything.”
“because i knew you would judge me.”
jake immediately felt hurt. “i’m not judging you, i’m trying to understand why your ex dealer still thinks he can touch you like that!”
i didn’t know what to react, unfortunately he had a point.
jake looked down for a second before laughing to himself. “you know what the worst part is?”
i looked up to him, to hold his gaze.
“i flew across the world for you.”
he continued without letting me finish my sentence. “and instead of enjoying nyc with you. i’m standing here wondering if i even fully know the person i came for.”
“that’s so so unfair.” i whispered.
jake nodded. “yes maybe.”
“answering to your question.. you know.. some things are worth running from, some aren’t..” my eyes didn’t search his. the memory of our night in melbourne filled my mind. the heated words and slamming doors still stung, and now this argument joined into that memory album too. but so did the memory of his hands and mouth on my skin.
he slowly pushed off the counter to come closer to me. each of his steps across the floorboards made me lose of my control. he stopped inches from my face. my nose immediately recognised his scent, a sweet cologne he always wore.
“when you will finally communicate with me?” a corner of his lips twitched, his eyes filled with care, his breath danced across my jaw. “i’m literally here, front of you.”
he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from my cheek. his thumb felt like a light touch that sent a shiver down my spine.
“jake.. you’re complicated.” i whispered as i tried to turn away. “let’s finish this.”
“u funny..” he chuckled, and turned me back towards him. “there’s nothing wrong with me being complicated, predictable is boring.” his fingers tangled in my hair, trying to tilt my head back to expose the delicate line of my throat. his gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes. desperately seeking for permission. “i didn’t fly here to argue with you.”
my heart pumped against my ribs. my mind was trying to escape from the bad memories and tryin to focus on the present. he was here, in my city. the argument, the distance and every bad feeling started to wash away.
“what do you want jake..?”
he leaned in, to brush his lips against my ear. “u tell me.. gorgeous.” he looked down to my lips again then back to my eyes. “u know u gotta communicate.. but if my eyes aren’t wrong..”
he pulled back, his eyes fixed on my nipples. tight and aching. pressing against the soft fabric of my shirt, already wanting to escape.
“your body is already trying to communicate.”
i felt a deep and warm liquid forming between my thighs.
he didn't wait much, his hand slid from my hair, down my neck, over my shoulder, and then finally he find his way to my hips. he pulled me flush against him, his already hard erection pressed into my belly.
“there it is.” he murmured, his voice filled with desire. his lips found mine. a desperate, hungry kiss that left me breathless. his tongue plunged inside of my mouth, already exploring every curve, tasting the lingering tea and my own sweetness. i shyly met with his tongue to match with his rhythm.
i broke the kiss, letting my forehead resting against his, trying to catch my breath.
jake didn’t waste any more time. he led me with a firm tug out of the kitchen and down the short hallway into the bedroom.
the city lights cast a soft glow on the airbnb’s bed. he didn’t release me until he was a step apart from me. his hands settled down on my hips, as he undressed me with his eyes.
he stripped off his own tshirt first. the movements were fluid, revealing the hard muscles of his chest.
i watched his bare chest, trying to memorise it, while focusing on my own breathing to not speed up.
“take it off.” he commanded, throwing his tshirt to the floor.
my fingers were frozen, i couldn’t even move. my eyes were still focused on his muscles.
“eyes up, gorgeous.” he leaned down to my lips to whisper against it. “and don’t make me repeat myself.”
i nod as i felt him watching me, his gaze didn’t move an inch from my clothes.
i touched the buttons of my blouse with shaking fingers. it finally fell open, revealing my lace bra. he reached out, to trace his fingers on the delicate fabric, then dropping down to cup my breast. a low moan escaped from my throat.
he knelt before me, unexpectedly never leaving my eyes. with a gentle touch he reached for the hem of my skirt, his fingers brushing against my bare thighs as he slowly unzipped it. i stepped out of it then letting it fall with my underwear.
i stood before him. i felt naked and vulnerable. he kissed my inner thighs again.
“come on.. i already saw you naked.” he smiled against my skin. “you’re gorgeous.” then pushed me back, let me fell into the soft mattress.
he lowered his head, pushing my thighs wide open. he brushed his lips against my inner thigh, sending a lot of pleasure through me. he moved higher with ridiculous slowness. his tongue traced a path towards my core.
i gasped, as my hands fly to his shoulders for balance.
jake pinned my wrists above my head, his fingers locked around my hands like his life depended on it. he kissed his way upwards to my breast.
the bedroom air hung heavy with the memories, the last time he touched me like this didn’t end well..
his touch snapped me out of my thoughts. he slid his hands down on my body, didn’t kiss me just knelt between my spread thighs.
i arched my back, and lifted my thighs without a second thought.
jake didn't touch my entrance immediately. just traced the sensitive skin of my inner thighs with his tongue, long and slow licks that left goosebumps all over my skin. he felt the shaking in my muscles, the way my legs shook under his weight.
“jake,please..” i whimpered.
“please.. what? use your words pretty.”
he looked up at me as he kissed my inner thigh. for a second i saw a predatory glint in his eyes, but it went away quickly as he returned his focus to my drenched folds.
“touch me.. mhm please..”
he could smell me, a really salty and sweet aroma that signaled my wetness. he pressed his face into me, inhaled me without hesitation. he let his nose brush against my clit without actually applying pressure.
i let out a small sigh. “jake..”
he didn’t hesitate to flick his tongue upward. a sharp but slow strike against my clit. i immediately gasped.
he smirked but didn't maintain the rhythm. he slowed down, swirled his tongue in circles around the nub, teased the edges but never staying long enough to satisfy me.
then his nose.. his sharp but soft nose nudged against me. at first a feather-light touch then he rubbed it gently, back and forth, building up a slow, delicious pleasure.
“jake..” i whimpered, as my hips begin to roll against his nose.
he didn’t answer, his focus entirely on my clit. his lips parted again, his tongue flicked out to taste me. a slow and merciless tease. my knees buckled, he braced me with one of his hand on my hips. his other hand sliding between my legs, finding his way into my slick folds.
one finger then two slid inside, deep and slow. my body welcomed him so well, clenching around his digits. he moved them, in a gentle in-and-out motion, while his mouth continued my torturing.
“so.. so wet for me.” he murmured against me, my flesh muffled his voice. he pulled his fingers out, just enough to let air rush in, and to blow some cold air against my clit. then plunged them back, deeper, faster. he immediately found my gspot.
“shit.. jake.” he stopped for a second.
“language, pretty.. language.”
he pulled his mouth away, leaving me gasping, without pleasure.
"what are you doing..” i gasped.
“not yet..” he whispered. “you’re not there yet, i decide when you finish.”
he rolled me onto the bed, pushing me gently onto my hands and knees. my heart pounded, last time we did a totally different position.
“you had your moment last time.. now it’s my turn.” i looked back at him over my shoulder. he knelt behind me, his large hands gripping my hips to pulled me back against him. he lazily stroke his length, then pressed into my ass. i could feel his heat, the thick length of him.
he pushed my hips forward, then back, a slow, deliberate grind that made me whimper.
“you like that, don’t you?” he breathed, his lips against the nape of my neck. “come on.. beg for it.”
he continued teasing my entrance with his hard cock. “can’t hear ya, darling..”
“please jake..” i choked out. “please..”
he shook his head. “this won’t give you any pleasure.”
“jake please.. im begging..”
he pulled my hips back one last time, aligning himself. then with a slow push, he entered me.
my body stretched, trying to adopt his impressive length that made me arch my back and cry out. the shlick of his wet cock sliding into me was loud in the quiet room.
“mhm.. there.” i whimpered.
he paused, letting me adjust, letting the initial shock of pleasure settle into a deep ache. he hips met mine, my ass slapping against his thighs with each powerful stroke. the bed creaked a steady rhythm beneath us.
“tell me you missed this.” he whispered with rough voice.
i quickly nod. “i did, i really did..” i cried out loudly.
he thrust into me harder and deeper, his balls slapping against my ass with powerful strokes. he had me exactly where he wanted me. completely open, vulnerable and his. my climax was building, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.
“mhm.. yes darling, u fucking amazing.” his fingers traced on my bare ribs and hips.
he sped up, as his breath came out in ragged gasps against my ear. my legs began to shake, my vision blurring. he pulled out almost completely, then smashed back in with a powerful thrust that sent me over the edge.
“aahh fuck.. yeah, im so proud.” jake tried to catch his breath as my body trembled.
i collapsed onto the bed, my entire being filled up by the aftershocks of my orgasm.
he continued to thrust, his own climax building quickly after mine.
“i cant..” i murmured, as i cried out.
“yes you can, don’t dare to fucking leave me out of the pleasure.” he snapped his hard cock inside me again.
“come on, you can bare with it.” my hands grabbed the sheets of the bed, trying to anchor myself.
“please.. baby just.. a second.. don’t let me down.” he groaned as he emptied himself deep inside me, filling me with his hot and sticky cum. he collapsed onto me to bury his face in my hair.
i nod, as i try to catch my breath. “mhm.. missed you.”
we lay there in each other’s arms. the argument, distance and past, it all faded into the background. all that remained was the warmth of his body against mine, the scent of his cum, and the truth of our connection.
“still complicated?” he murmured.”
i shifted to lean into his embrace. “no.. it’s perfect.”
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⤷ my thoughts: as i was writing this part, i thought i might write another part abt the backstory of riki and y/n’s past. any thoughts on this? ⸝⸝
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