when you catch of glimpse of your best friend’s doppelgänger on the street one day, you think that you are surely mistaken about it. that is, until you’re pulled down under to the belly of the beast where things no longer make sense and your mind shifts between the jake that you know, and his counterpart you’ve never met.
( 𝓷 )。 HAPPY JAKE DAY!!! ヽ(╯▽╰)ﾉ ♡♡♡ hehe thank you to @missoxy for this idea!! as you can see it’s wayyy longer than a thought lmao,, but i hope that i did your idea justice!! this inspired a bit by the movies us & what happened to monday!! eee enjoy!! ♡
You knew that similar looking people weren't an unnatural phenomenon, but you’d never really thought that you’d see it happening in action. Especially since Pars Una-Twins were outlawed a long, long time ago. You could see him so clearly—standing still between the bustling city crowd that moved around him like he wasn’t even there—as his brown eyes caught the sunlight and he gave you a wink.
Before you could ensure you weren’t losing your mind, turning to Jake for confirmation, his doppelgänger slipped into the crowd unnoticed by him. Your heartrate picked up as a sinking feeling sat low in the pit of your stomach and your mouth ran dry. You wrapped your arm around Jake’s holding onto him tightly as you tried not to shake.
Jake smiled down at you, probably some joke on his lips about you needing help crossing the busy road, but when he saw your horrified look he pulled you off to the side and away from the people of the city to ask you what was wrong. You could barely form the words to tell him.
“I-I…” you trailed off. You looked around once again. Everything seemed normal and nobody had the same reaction that you did. You then started to think that maybe you had imagined it all—that your lack of sleep recently had finally caught up with you. You caught Jake’s worried gaze again, swallowing thickly, and shook your head. “N-Nothing. It’s nothing. I don’t know, I guess this weird feeling just suddenly overcame me. But, it’s okay. I’m fine now.”
You licked your lips and Jake’s gaze fell to the slow motion of your tongue before raising to meet yours again. You gave a weak and a honestly not convincing smile. Jake’s brows were furrowed as he gave you a once over. You were nearly hunched into yourself and you still clung to him hopelessly, your knuckles almost white from how hard your fingers dug into his arm. “It’s probably the exhaustion,” you quickly added, smiling bigger and chuckling nervously. “You know I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
“Okay,” Jake spoke carefully, deciding to believe your clear lie. “Let's get you home. I’ll make you some tea to help you feel tired.”
That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you saw—couldn’t stop thinking about if Jake knew. The more you thought about it, the more you thought about how there was no way that Jake didn’t know, right? But, a little thought in the very back of your mind kept getting louder and louder with each passing thought. What if Jake was clueless to it all?
You were too frazzled and shocked to really get a clear look at his doppelgänger outside of the two of them looking completely identical. An even more horrifying thought rose to the surface. If Jake’s doppelgänger knew that you existed—was taunting you in the lively streets—that meant he knew that Jake existed too. Which ultimately meant that this doppelgänger of Jake’s was dangerous.
Looking to your side, you watched as Jake, your best friend since childhood, slept soundly and hogged all of your blankets in the process. In that moment you knew he had to be unaware of everything. Surely, he would tell you if he had a Pars Una-Twin, right? You were his best friend, after all. You tried to calm your racing mind as you turned to him and watched him sleep more. A small smile grew on your lips as you observed the steady rise and fall of his chest. His messy chestnut hair was pushed out of his face and you restrained yourself from running your fingers through the soft strands. In his sleep, Jake turned to you and your smile grew more. It reminded you of when the two of you were kids and you would get nightmares. Jake would always lay next to you and told you he would fight off all the monsters while you slept. It always helped you sleep easier.
You snuggled into his side, your breath fanning softly on the side of his neck where you felt his heartbeat, and finally let your eyes close. Jake was warm and secure. He helped anchor you and, even in his sleep, made sure you didn’t stray too far from him.
The loud music thrashed through you the closer you and Jake got to the house where the party was being thrown. You could see the energy buzzing throughout him and the way his stare ahead was full of excitement. You laughed, Jake turned to you, that same bright smile on his face. “I’ve never seen you this excited for a costume party before,” you say, nudging him a little.
“It’s not just any costume party,” Jake replied a bit cryptically, looking briefly at the house that was drawing nearer. He looked back to you and there was a sparkle in his eye, something dark in the corners of his smile. It reminded you of the other day, the day you tried to forget that you saw his doppelgänger in the street. Your smile faltered the slightest bit, but Jake didn’t seem to notice as he turned back to the house, the two of you finally walking past the threshold. Over the music, Jake shouted as he leaned in close to you, “It’s going to be a night neither of us will forget!”
Jake took your hand and pulled you further into the house. You had to push past people who were somehow already wasted drunkenly dancing throughout the room. Jake had pulled you near where the couch was in the living room. “Wait here,” he says, already half-turned to where the kitchen resided. “I’m gonna get us some drinks.”
You watched as he stalked off in his vampire costume, his brown hair slicked back and his cape trailing behind him beneath the tall collar at his neck. The two of you had matching costumes—at least, in a way. Jake was dressed as Count Dracula and you were dressed as one of his helpless victims, a fledgling, torn between the living and the dead. Jake had made sure you both were covered in a nice splattering of fake blood and that it poured from his mouth and the vampire bite at your neck. “The costumes will be fun!” Jake had insisted as the two of you got ready. But now, you were just slightly annoyed at the stickiness of it all.
Sighing, you turned towards the occupied couches and wished you could sit. Instead, you leaned against one of the mostly empty tables as you waited for Jake to return with your drinks. Ever since that day on the street, Jake has been acting strange. He was always giddy about something, but every time you asked him why he was so excited he just told you that it was nothing. Or he would just tell you that it was a good day that day. You really had no reason to not believe him, but the paranoia making your heart race and your mind run off the rails refused to be swallowed down. You could just feel that something was suddenly off. You felt like a small animal unknowingly walking into the predator’s trap with no clue that they were waiting for you just a few feet away, ready to pounce. The air around you and Jake had shifted—stilled. Like it was holding its breath at a swift action you’d never be able to anticipate.
It all just made your heart hammer against your ribcage harder until you could hear the echo of your own fear reverberating throughout your whole body.
Your anxiety picked up and you rubbed up your arm nervously. Then suddenly, there was a red solo cup in front of your face. You exhaled shakily and tried to steady your rapid breathing as you looked up to Jake. He had that same smile on his face that he left with as he held the cup out to you more, but this time the dark corners creeped further in. Or, at least, it looked like it did. You honestly weren’t too sure anymore. At first, you leaned away from the alcohol. You didn’t think that it would help your state of mind. But, as you thought about it more, maybe it was exactly what you needed right now.
Taking the cup from Jake’s hand, you downed half of it all in one go. Immediately, your face screwed up, but you forced yourself to swallow it all down. Over the blaring music, you heard Jake’s surprised laughter. “Woah, slow down!” he laughed more. “It’s the strong stuff. You’re not supposed to drink that much of it at once.”
Jake moved next to you and leaned on the table with you. He sipped leisurely at his drink as he looked around at the party. The corners of his mouth were still the slightest bit raised that it almost seemed unnatural. It felt like your brain was superimposing the smile on his mouth. Maybe you were actually going crazy, but the more you stared at him as the alcohol settled, the more you noticed there was something different about Jake from when you last saw him a few moments ago. Something off. You just couldn’t put your finger on it, though.
Your brows furrowed as you swallowed the saliva pooling in your mouth. “Jake,” you started, uneasily. He turned to you, his brows raising as his lips paused at the rim of his cup. “I think there’s something very wrong… I think I’m losing my mind.” Jake’s eyes widened and his own brows drew together. He lowered his cup and asked you what you meant. You started blurting everything out anxiously and your words began to slur together as you got hit full-force with the alcohol that by the end even you didn’t know what you were saying. “Why do you seem different?!” you slurred anxiously.
You fell into Jake and he wrapped his arms around you and held you steady. Instantly, you regretted it. Instead of the warmth you were used to with his touch, when his fingers grazed along your arms they were ice-cold. You shivered, but you buried yourself deeper into Jake’s chest anyway as you clung to any fleeting heat you could pull from him. It didn’t help bring you any comfort.
Jake pulled back to look at you. “Here,” he says as he holds his cup up to your lips, “drink this. You really seem like you need it and at the very least it’ll help you fall asleep. I’ll take you upstairs to one of the rooms and watch over you.”
Hesitantly, you tilt the cup up and let the contents pour down your throat. The entire time, Jake watches you. His lips are in-between his teeth and you can see the small dots of real blood forming from where he bites down into the skin with his fake vampire fangs. Jake’s eyes travel down to your throat and he watches it bob as you swallow more and more of the alcohol until the cup he still holds on to is empty.
Slowly, uncannily, the smile lingering at the corners of his lips spreads across his mouth. You nearly flinch at it and you pull away from Jake’s embrace as the adrenaline rushes through you.
Jake stands with you, abandoning your cup for some poor fool to drink in your stead, and pulls you back into his body to help you stand. You try to push away from him, slurring greatly about something that doesn’t reach your own ears, but to no satisfaction. Jake takes it as you stumbling, so he leans you onto him more and he guides you to the stairs through the crowd of drunk bodies. You hear his voice float down to you, saying, “You said it wasn’t going to set in that quickly!” But, when you looked up at him hazily mid-sentence, Jake’s lips didn’t move at all.
Your eyes closed briefly and when you opened them again you were in an empty room laying on a bed with Jake sitting next to you. He looked down at you, that same uncanny smile there, as the tips of his fingers brushed across your cheek. In its wake, it left a chill trail. One of his gloves sat on the bedside table and next to it there was a lamp on that casted the large bedroom in an orange haze. With the light, you could see the small differences in Jake’s appearance.
Instead of the warm brown hair of Jake’s that you were used to, his hair seemed to glow lighter in the lamplight. A cool blonde shade that looked unnatural with how warm everything in the room felt. It was the same with the color of his eyes. They were a cool shade of brown that felt cold, calculating. As they blanketed over you, it felt like he had your every potential move mapped out. That he tucked every possible outcome away in a corner of his mind, ready for him to pull out at will. There was that same giddiness that Jake possessed earlier that week, so it made you think that maybe the drunkenness was making you see him differently. When Jake’s eyes raised back up to meet yours, his cold thumb stopping at your chin just below your bottom lip, you knew that you weren’t imagining anything.
“It’s… I-It’s you…” you slurred, trying to keep your eyes open. The smile on Jake’s face grew, lighting up his pretty, chilled features. You knew that he knew what you were referring to. “W-Where… Where’s J-Jake?” you pushed out, the fear causing your heart to sink.
Jake laughed, “I’m right here.” He posed it as a question and it confused you more. “I’ve always been right here.”
“D…” you trailed off, your body feeling heavy. It felt like your body shut down out of fear, cutting off your voice to keep you safe. Your eyes closed more, and just before you drifted off fully the door to the room opened. Blearily, you saw someone in the same exact vampire costume Jake was wearing step in. “J-J…” you tried again, but there was no point. Before you could even pull Jake’s name from your mouth you were fast asleep.
You weren’t sure how long you had slept for, but when you opened your eyes again, Jake’s name was still on your tongue—clearer this time. You shot up, the fear delayed but swiftly catching up to you, as you dizzily looked around the room. The bedroom was still bathed in warm hues, but the air no longer felt as still as it once had. Alcohol still lingered in your system and made your body feel heavier and your vision blurry, but when felt a warm hand brush down your shoulder you breathed out a sigh of relief. Jake’s face came into view, a slight grin tugging the corner of his lips up, and you gave him a once over. When your eyes caught on his familiar chestnut-brown hair, you smiled back at him and threw yourself into his arms.
Laughing, Jake’s voice came out muffled, “I’m gonna assume that you felt better?” You nodded, pulling away a little, not realizing that you were in his lap now. Jake had taken off the cape that was connected to his costume and the fake vampire fangs, which led you to believe that you had been asleep for a while, along with the gloves that he wore. His long hair had fallen from its slicked style and strands of it now fell into his eyes and framed his face. All that he had left on from his eccentric costume was the deep red suit jacket, the deeper satin tie, and the black button-up and pants. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and some of the fake blood that had messily fallen from his mouth earlier was smeared on his forearm, making the veins that ran down them like streams more prominent.
Your face was just mere inches away from Jake’s face, and he dragged his sweltering hands down your arms until they rested at your waist just above your hips. Your breathing hitched, and the corner of Jake’s lips rose just a fraction more. Half of his face was basked in darkness, but his eyes shined. The darkness bled back into his smile, and you shifted in his lap diffidently, grasping at the position the two of you were in. You looked away from his eyes and in your peripheral vision you could see Jake tilt his head at you.
The light from the room dimmed and bit by bit the warmth started to get sucked out of it. You chuckled nervously, “Y-Yeah… I don’t—I didn’t really know what was happening d—” When you looked back up at Jake, all the words caught in your throat. His eyes were black, despite the singular shine in them, and it sent a chill down your spine. Jake’s face was warm, but you still got that uncanny feeling you had earlier when you were face to face with his doppelgänger. Your eyes widened ever so slightly as your words hung in-between the two of you in the air. You tried to get off Jake’s lap, but his hands snaked from your waist to your lower back and held you in place. His smile was equal parts off-putting and honeyed. You couldn’t tell if what your body was picking up was real or if it was an eerie figment of your imagination.
Jake urged you on, moving his face closer to yours as his eyes focused on your lips. You felt his breathing fan across your skin and his warm hands felt unbearably hot, like he was boiling the alcohol inside of you. One of his hands rose to the back of your neck and you exhaled hard as your chest pressed into his and your lips nearly brushed against his lips. Jake could’ve easily closed the distance if he really wanted to, you haven’t tried to pull away from his quiet and aberrant seduction, but he didn’t. He was testing the waters with you, letting you take the first dip into potentially infested oceans before he followed after you. Jake leaned forward the slightest bit until his lips were a hair away from yours and smirked before leaning back from you completely and resting against the headboard. His hands dropped to your hips, and when you shifted again you felt his need underneath you.
“You don’t?” Jake asked lowly, his voice hushed and sultry. There was a lilt in his voice that told you he didn’t believe you and the fake, dried blood covering his mouth and chin made you want to spill all your secrets in fear of being eaten next. You both knew that, at least in some way, you did know. That there was no denying the other version of him that you saw and came in contact with. A barely audible but soft, pleasing moan twirled around his voice as you uneasily adjusted yourself on his body again. “Take a guess. What do you think is happening?”
Jake's fingers had dug into the plush skin around your hips and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he opened them to look at you, half of his face still shadowed. Your fingers trailed down the suit jacket and lingered at the buttons. “I think…” you trailed, voice lower than a whisper. You shakily undid one of the buttons of Jake’s costume, fear and adrenaline flooding every part of your body. You think that you wanted the world to stop spinning, and that the only way you knew how to do that was to anchor yourself more to Jake.
You undid the rest of the buttons in timorous silence, your hands shaking more the further you went down. Jake didn’t watch your hands work. Instead, he watched your face and the flurry of emotions that passed across it. But, judging by his growing erection pressing against the thin fabric of your panties, you knew that he wasn’t unaffected. “I-I think,” you continued, trying your best for your words not to slur together and failing. Your words hung in the air again as you smoothed over the black fabric of Jake’s button-up now that it was free of the suit jacket. Jake tensed underneath your touch. Your fingers brushed against the satin tie and your gaze raised towards it.
Leaning towards him, you hooked your fingers underneath the knot keeping the tie around his neck. You tugged hard at it and it began to unravel. It felt like you were pulling at the last rope keeping you together, but you watched that unravel eagerly too. You met Jake’s stare as you pulled the tie from around his neck. “I think I want to stop watching the shadows creep in and everything melt together. I think I want to stop thinking.” You swallowed thickly as you settled gingerly into your fear. At the moment, none of it mattered. The dim filter over everything no longer existed.
You drew into Jake closer, hesitating just a breath away, before you softly pressed your lips to his.
Like a flame to gasoline, Jake ignited. He greedily swallowed your kiss and demanded more from you, and you happily gave him everything. Jake pushed off the headboard towards you, his lips still moving in sync with yours, and in the same motion roughly pulled off the suit jacket. The tie that was still in your hand slipped from your fingertips and was lost somewhere on the bed. The kiss was only broken for mere seconds when your ripped shirt covered in fake blood was being pulled over your head.
Jake pushed you down onto the bed as his lips latched onto yours once more. His hands moved along your thighs until they roughly hiked up the fabric of your skirt for being in his way. You gasped at the sudden cold air on your newly exposed skin. When has the room gotten so chilly? You could barely feel it with Jake’s body on yours.
He moaned into your mouth as his fingers dipped into the wetness forming a darkened patch on your panties. Jake’s touch was gentle, but you could feel the need in the way he held himself back. You didn’t know why he was waiting, this is what you wanted.
You felt his dark smile against your lips as he kissed you and it made you shiver. Arousal poured out from you and coated Jake’s warm fingertips and the entire party downstairs disappeared. It was just your breaths mixing with Jake’s and the thumping of your heart as your fear mixed nicely with desire. You pulled at the hem of Jake’s pants and he finally unbuttoned them with nimble fingers.
Jake groaned, his lips breaking away from yours as he pumped his hard cock a few times. Your back arched off the bed and Jake’s face focused in your sight as he dragged his cockhead through the wetness coating your panties. “I want to hear it still,” Jake says against your lips, teasing you by trying to push himself inside of you only to get blocked by the barrier of fabric. He let out a laugh coated in honey. “I want to hear what your guess is. Tell me.”
He moved down to your neck, his lips pressing feather-light kisses to the skin there as he continued to tease you. You rutted your hips up towards his, but he pushed your knees to your chest and halted you, laughing more at the pleading moans that dripped from your lips. Jake’s lips feathered over the fake vampire bite right at the crook of your neck and a bolt of fear strikes through you again. Even though you knew the bite was fake, your brain couldn’t decipher that at the moment. It was awaiting the touch of Jake’s teeth at the sensitive skin there, waiting for his fangs to dive deep into the tenderness and for your warm blood to pool out around his mouth. When he instead pressed a kiss there, it made your brain short-circuit and release a hearty burst of fear paired with more arousal that smeared across your folds and dampened even more of your panties.
You clenched down around nothing with each teasing thrust Jake taunted you with, and your back arched a little more at the way he followed his cruel actions up by spreading your arousal along his length as he nudged at your throbbing clit. Another moan was pulled from you, and Jake tsked lightly. “Not what I asked for, baby.”
Your breathing came out haggard and terrified. A part of you didn’t want to admit what you saw out of the fear that surrounded you like a pack of wolves, but another part of you—one more incessant—craved the pleasure that Jake was offering if only you spoke your truth out loud.
“It was y-you!” you breathed out through a frustrated whine. Jake unhooked your bra and his free hand molded your flesh beneath it. His thumb ran back and forth in a circle over your perked nipple as he hummed against your skin. You pulled at his button-up and some of the buttons loosened from the hold they were in, exposing Jake’s chest. “But it wasn’t you.”
Satisfied, Jake pulled your panties to the side with such need that you heard the seams ripping apart. He didn’t care, and soon neither did you as Jake finally pushed himself into your warm entrance. Jake didn’t bother to go slow. He needed to feel you all around him and he couldn’t bear to drag out the moment any longer and wait. “Wasn’t it?” Jake asks you in that familiar low and sultry voice, the words pouring from his mouth like honey.
Your mind was buzzing at all of these mind games, compartmentalizing things into the wrong sections and heightening your desire. You tightened around him and Jake moaned loudly into your neck, his big hands at your breasts. “Your doppelgänger,” you moan, your brain muddy with the way he fits so good inside of you. “Your Pars Una-Twin. You.”
Jake just laughs before he thrusts into you. You gasp at your body pushing towards the headboard and bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep the loud moan buried within your throat. You hear Jake tsk again before he’s firmly grabbing your chin and parting your lips. He takes your bottom lip with his thumb and pulls it down. Slowly, Jake drags his cock out of you and elicits a moan from your mouth. You watch as his dark eyes light up and the corners of his lips raise. He fucks back into you hard and your your fearful expression twists into one of pleasure. Jake pushes his thumb into your mouth, grinning at the vibration of your moan that travels down his arm as he fucks into you again.
With his other hand, Jake trails the tips of his fingers down between your breasts and to your lower stomach. There, he pushes down and beneath his hand he feels you tense around him again, a muffled whimper pushing out against his thumb in your mouth. Jake’s grin grows into a full-blown smile and in this moment you know that he finally has you exactly where he wants you. Your body moves like waves at Jake’s iron-command, and right now you couldn’t be more grateful for it.
He pulls his cock out of you until just his tip remains inside before he’s rutting into you again, setting the two of you at a quick and mind-numbing pace. All of your thoughts melt together until all you can think of is giving Jake what he wants—what you want—so he wouldn’t take it away from you. His thumb delves further into your mouth and presses flat on your tongue. There’s a desire in his eyes before it feels like all of the light in the room is snuffed out. You wrap your lips around his thumb and suck.
Your voice rings out sharply through the darkness, a fearful plea coated in sweet, sweet saccharine. The first thing that pours from your mouth after is Jake’s name wrapped tightly in a lustful moan. Jake could tell how scared you are, but he could also feel how much it turns you on. He could feel your seraphic arousal splattering across the insides of your thighs as he showed you a taste of heaven again as long as you walked with him into the dark afterwards. Jake’s head fell back as he chuckled at the way your moans synced with his skin slapping loudly against yours. At the way you clawed more at his wrinkled button-up just to hold on to something.
Jake was so deep inside of you, stretching your little pussy out so good that slurred half-muttered thanks started spilling from your lips instead. Each time you clenched down around him, your pretty body begging to bring him in deeper, it turned Jake on even more to listen to your breath hitch and feel your back try to arch off the bed again. Your pussy fluttered around his cock and Jake looked down at it with a brazen grin.
You reach for Jake again, this time him obliging as he brings his lips back down to yours to swallow every little sound that you make as he brings you to your climax. Your bodies moved in tandem and your nails dug into his skin when you felt like you couldn’t take anymore of the euphoria. You whimpered against Jake’s lips, but he just shushed you with another kiss. Jake moved his hand from your lower stomach and pulled it further down. When his thumb made contact with your clit, you jolted and the light in the room suddenly flickered back on.
“Do you feel me?” Jake asked, except the sound didn’t come from his mouth. Behind him, the doorknob twisted and slowly the door creaked open. The fear inside of you skyrocketed, but your moans had never been so loud. In a shadowy silhouette, Jake’s doppelgänger stepped inside of the room and closed the door behind him. The sound of the door locking rang over and over in your head.
The light in the room descended down onto him like a spotlight. He was still in his costume, but it seemed somehow grander. His clothes were pristine, and there wasn’t a single strand of hair out of place from Jake’s previous slicked back style. He didn’t have any fake blood on him either. The only real thing that differed from the Jake fucking you and the Jake looking down at you with a cold desire was intention. He took slow, deliberate steps towards the bed before stopping at the chair near it that you hadn’t noticed. Your eyes never left his and your nails dug into Jake’s skin as your body started to shake.
Jake grabbed hard at your chin and wrangled your gaze back to his instead. “He’ll have his turn,” he practically spat out. “Right now, you’re mine.” In the corner of your eye, you could see Jake’s doppelgänger’s expression darken. Your eyes rolled back and your vision went white as the rope inside of you finally snapped from the tension. Jake’s moan mixed with yours and he kissed you roughly. “That’s it, baby. Focus on me,” he says against your lips as he fucks into you faster, chasing his own high.
You nearly shriek from the overwhelming pleasure as Jake leans away from you and pushes your knees together and to your chest. You can hear him moaning profantities as he fucks your cum out of you and then pushes it all back inside. The wet sounds emitting from where the two of you meet is obscene, and you would’ve been embarrassed at the audience you had if it was anyone other than Jake’s doppelgänger. Him watching you fall apart in this way scared you. Someone so dangerous so close to you and observing every way that you’re vulnerable made you uneasy, but feeling his cold stare drag along every inch of your skin—settle on the way your cum spilled down your ass—just made your release feel even more euphoric.
Jake’s cock throbs inside of you and he curses more as he unwillingly pulls himself out of you. Your pupils are blown wide as you watch him fist his cock over your stomach—his head thrown back as he moans loudly—and his cum splatters across your skin in thick spurts, marking you as his and only his.
Jake breathes out heavily, looking down at the masterpiece that is you. He moves back a little on the bed and spreads your legs open further, moaning more at the way your pussy blooms for him like a pretty flower and spills out more of your cum. Your body feels limp, but the fire in the pit of your stomach doesn’t die down. Jake looks back at his doppelgänger almost smugly and you look over to him too. He sits poised in the chair, his legs spread as he leans to one side on the cushioned arm of it. His head rests in his hand and his expression is purposefully blank. He doesn’t even pay Jake’s ridiculous jealousy any mind, his eyes simply focus on the way his counterpart has fucked you into mind-numbing ruin.
The expression on Jake’s face changes so quickly you can’t tell what it settled on before he’s turning back to you. He collects the cum dripping out of you before he’s using two fingers to fuck it back inside of you. Your entire body jolts back to life as you try to push him away from where you were still so sensitive. He chuckles at you before he pulls his fingers out, now coated in a sheer white shiny layer of your cum, and smears it across your stomach where his own release is, mixing the two of them. Jake then brings his fingers to your mouth and taps your lips with them. Eagerly, you take them all the way into your mouth, sucking onto them with vigor, before Jake slowly pulls them back out.
He moves to the side so his doppelgänger has a full view of you as he spreads his spit-covered fingers through your folds and back into your fluttering pussy. Jake isn’t forgiving as he fucks his fingers inside of you, curling them at just the right angle to have your vision spotting white again. His pace is fast and cruel, as if he has something he’s desperate to prove. Jake swats away your hands and uses his other hand to keep you pressed to the bed as his other hand works.
You’re writhing on the bed pleading with Jake between moans for him to slow down as you pathetically rock your hips up towards his hand. The entire time, his doppelgänger doesn’t say a single word, just watches you claw at the sheets.
Jake leans over you and grabs your chin again. He turns your gaze to where his doppelgänger still sits impossibly still in the chair. “Look at him,” he hisses. You do, and Jake picks up the pace. Your mix cum and arousal is splattering wildly across the duvet and on Jake’s arm, but the heat on your skin only intensifies from desire.
You cry out, your body shaking so hard you think that you’re going to break. Your legs flail in the air and you squeeze them together in hopes of some sort of reprieve. Jake roughly pulls them apart again. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks you mockingly, coyness dripping from his tone. You rapidly shake your head as you squeeze your eyes shut before remembering that you were supposed to keep them open.
As soon as you open them again, that’s when you feel yourself break completely. Your gaze meets Jake’s counterpart’s and he tilts his chin up as he watches you. Your brows furrow before you look back over to Jake. An arrogant smirk blooms on his face just as your body gives out fully. Liquid sprays out of you and across the room and you go limp again, exhaustion slamming down onto you.
You hear Jake’s taunting laughter as your eyes defocus onto the ceiling. His face comes into view and it takes a second for you to actually see him. Jake brings his lips to yours and gives you a sweet kiss as he pulls his fingers out of you. “That’s it, baby,” he beams at you, voice full of pride as he praises you. That alone raises you back up. “Soaked my fucking arm. That was amazing.” Jake kisses you and the more his lips move against yours the more energy you feel like you regain until your hand is raising to bring him closer.
You hear the sound of shoes against hardwood and try to see what Jake’s counterpart is doing, but Jake brings your focus back to him. There’s a sound of a throat being cleared and Jake sighs before he pulls away from you. You look over to his blonde doppelgänger as Jake settles between your legs again, letting his still-hard cock sit heavily against your lower stomach. Your breathing picks up at its length, but you can’t ponder on it as his doppelgänger takes slow steps towards you, pulling at one of his gloves.
He stops right in front of you, and you weakly sit up onto your elbows as a pang of fear runs through you. Jake laughs, his hands moving up the back of your thighs, but you feel like you can’t look away from his counterpart’s stare. Jake’s doppelgänger takes off the glove completely and his cold fingers come to lift your chin. His thumb smoothes over the skin of your cheek and wipes away tears you hadn’t even realized had fallen.
Tilting his head, his hand drops to his pants as he unbuttons them. He doesn’t look at Jake as he speaks to him, he only focuses on you, a slight furrow in his brow as he takes in your beauty. Beauty that he’s been waiting so long to see in the flesh. “My turn,” he says.
✉️ ⦂ i literally wrote this all in the span of five hours and then spent the next two editing and making this post. that is so insane holyyy,,, i need jake and doppelgänger jake to fuck me at the same time so bad like #meNEXT!!!!!!! happy jake day hehe!!~~ ♡♡ lowkey i think it would be fun to write a part two for this aaaaaa
uhmm... do you have an open mindeu regarding additional updates for some of your past fics (ehem stuck with u jay or the limits series? still waiting for the heehoon update if ever you want to release it btw) but if not, i would LOVE another apocalypse or sci-fi angsty story similar to for astra. i would also maybe love a time travel piece that would go perfect with the different types of genre on your masterlist. but seriously, i would read anything you put out. i miss reading your works so much 🥺😢
hiii!! I cannot say if I will update / finish the limits series as of right now.
i’d love to finish heehoon’s part but after march 10th happened heeseung is still such a sensitive topic for me since he was also a major bias / bias wreck for me so anything that I had pre wrote or wanted to write that was for heeseung I am putting off for right now :/
Hii,where ruu?? And sorry to ask since I haven’t been here in a while (I’m a lurker) how ruu?? Are you gonna post anything? (Please just come back,we miss u!!)
hi hi!!! sorry i’ve dropped off the face of the earth 🥺march 10th really did a number on me and i’ve taken some time away from the blr to get my thoughts and mental health in order. i’m doing better now!!
I really really want to post something and the past weekend i’ve had a few fic ideas but right now it is really hard to write and just concentrate in general. i’m wanting to post soon <3
the new enhypen knife ver gave off such scream/ghostface vibes i began looking for aus… thank you for creating chilling and killing ima eat so well glug glug slurp 🙏
I’m so happy you are eating up my ghostface!jake au. it’s one I think about constantly!!!!
are you doing okay? it’s been a while, i hope the new year is going well for you. how do you like the enha comeback? 💞
it has been awhile! and i’m doing okay. mental state is not the best and things keep piling up unfort. I did enjoy the enha comeback and now I get so depressed thinking about it bc of the news 😭😭😭
i know you aren't really active here anymore and everything that happened this past week was stressful for the fandom but i just watched the great flood on netlix and it reminded me so much of your fic for astra. it's been almost 2 years but i want to cry everytime i remember that fic bc hoonie 🥺 you write so good i even remember it even if i've never gone back here for a while too. i hope you're doing well now <33
thank you so much anon!! things really have been hard lately specific with beshit being shit. i’m so happy you think so highly of for astra, that warms my heart!!! I hope you’re doing well too!! <3
Girl...did you read the news about Hee? i hate belift rn
I just woke up and saw the news. i’m not in a good mental state and hearing this news has made it worse. i’m beyond broken at this news and I don’t know how to process it. I despise belift. 
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