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“It’s so pretty here,” you said quietly. Your hands wrapped around a takeaway coffee cup to keep you warm.

The sun was setting over the ocean, Jay had bought you to a viewing point just on top of a small hill that gave you a beautiful view of the coastline. All the weekend sunbathers had gone home, just leaving the two of you and a few couples strolling along the sand for a romantic walk. It was comfortable, being with Jay felt comfortable, and you didn’t want this moment to end any time soon.

Jay looked over at you, his own cup long forgotten, “I’m glad you like it. I found this place a few weeks back and wanted to bring someone here, I’m glad it’s you who I brought.”

You met his gaze, his eyes were soft as he looked at you and there was something there that you couldn’t decipher. Something warm and content. You thought that this was probably the first time you’d seen Jay completely relaxed and happy, as if he didn’t have a single worry in the world.

“Why does this feel like the end?” Jay sighed, he tilted his head at you with a small pout on his lips. If you didn’t have a conscience then you would’ve kissed him right then and there. But you had morals, somewhat.

“It’s not the end, you’ll still see me,” you tried to reassure him. But it sort of was the end, at least for now. It would be hard for you to see Jay without May becoming suspicious, these late night meet ups would have to halt for the time being.

“But it feels like it,” he whined out, tilting his head until it rested on your shoulder softly. “How will I survive without seeing you every day or going on our cute little dates.”

“Dates?” You asked, eyebrow raised teasingly. You know he already considered them as such, his text earlier confirmed that, but it was fun to see him flush pink at your tone.

“Is that not what these are?” He asked, sitting up and turning himself to face you instead. He took your hands in his, lacing your fingers together.

You knew Jay was an affectionate person, he was always finding an excuse to have his hands on you somewhere. But usually he wasn’t this bold, he’d always opt for a careful hand placed on the small of your back or a quick hug at the end of the night. This was the first time he’d been this forward, you liked this side of him.

“I guess so,” you replied, squeezing his hands. “Don’t worry sweetheart, there will be other dates in the future.”

“Promise?” He asked, eyes wide as he met your gaze. You nodded.

“Promise.”

You watched as he brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing his lips gently to the skin there in a soft kiss. His lips lingered there for a second as he took a deep breathe, taking in your scent. A soothing feeling washed over him, just being near you was enough to do that to him.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” He said, lips brushing against your skin with each word. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head in response, “well I’m telling you now, you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And I’ll tell you that every single day from now on.”

“You’re unbelievably cute,” you replied. You tugged on his hands to bring him closer to you, so much so that he was hovering slightly over you. You weren’t necessarily small, but Jay still towered over you. If it wasn’t for the furry black ears poking out of his hair then he might’ve looked intimidating, big emphasis on ‘might’.

“What are you doing?” He asked quietly, voice strained when he noticed how close the two of you were. He was leaning up slightly on his knees, hands now released from yours and placed on either sides of your hips.

“What does it look like?” You smiled, bringing one of your own hands up to brush against his cheek softly. Jay subconsciously leant against your palm, closing his eyes briefly before looking back down at you.

He scanned your face for any sign of hesitancy, “we really shouldn’t do this.” He whispered, but his actions said the opposite as he moved impossibly closer.

You dropped your hand as he brought one of his own to cup the back of your neck, drawing you closer. You could feel his breath over your lips, he was so close you could almost taste him.

“We shouldn’t,” you agreed, never once moving your gaze from his. “But I really want to.”

Jay smiled gently, “I really fucking want to as well.”

And that was when your morals flew out of the window.

Jay drew you closer, finally pressing his lips against yours. Automatically your hands flew back to his cheeks, holding him against you as you moved your lips with him. He was so gentle, as if he was scared that you were about to disappear, but it was everything you’d imagined it would be.

Pulling you tight against him, Jay pushed his tongue past your lips to taste you fully. If he wasn’t already obsessed with you, he definitely was now that he’d gotten his first taste. You were so good for him, letting him take control of the kiss and taking everything that he gave you, even when he tugged on your bottom lip harshly.

“Jay,” you whined into his mouth, pulling back a little to look at him. His eyes were half lidded, a lazy smile on his lips as he tried to chase your own. “We need to stop.”

He pouted in response, bringing his lips down to your neck this time, “but why? Do you not like it?”

He brought his head up from your neck, looking at you with genuine concern that he might’ve gone too far. You almost caved, instead opting to kiss his forehead to soothe him.

“I love kissing you Jay,” you replied, feeling him relax against you. “Trust me, I do. But we really need to get going, it’s late.”

Jay looked up, noticing how the sun had set and a cool wind was starting to swirl around you. It would be cold soon, he needed to get you home before your froze to death outside. He nodded, pressing one last kiss to your lips before standing up and offering you a hand.

You took it, standing up next to him and brushing off your clothes. This time you didn’t let go, intertwining your fingers with his as you set off on the short walk back to your place.

“When will I get to see you again?” He asked softly, swinging your hands between the two of you. Your apartment was nearing and you didn’t want the night to end, you didn’t want to go back to pretending that you weren’t head over heels for this man.

“Soon Jay, I promise,” you turned to face him as you reached your front door. “I’ll text you every day, and I’ll come by in the mornings as much as I can. We’ll work it out.”

He nodded, he trusted your words that you wouldn’t lie to him. Whatever this was between the two of you, he didn’t want it to end any time soon.

Jay leant down, pressing his lips to yours a couple times before pulling away, “I’ll text you when I’m home, ok baby?”

Baby. Baby… Baby.

“Please do,” you managed to breathe out. You kissed him once more, lingering your taste on his lips so he would remember you, “be safe.”

As he walked away, his little ears disappearing into the distance, you realised the weight of what you’d done. Your morals truly were fucked.

I am just a girl....please....hoon....

Jujutsu Kaisen Settei

serial-sweetheart (s.jy & p.sh)

Dating the strict, well-liked, and loving Sunghoon came with its hurdles. Normally, the two of you could communicate and work through the downsides, but what if the newest downside of the relationship is learning that his little brother, Jake, has a bit of a thing for you? 

MDNI!!

WORDCOUNT― 23.6k

PAIRING― shy jake x afab reader | sunghoon x  afab reader

CONTENT― sunghoon and reader are 24, jake is 21. boyfriend sunghoon, perverted/shy college boy jake, panty stealing, hidden intimacy, needy jake, dom-ish sunghoon in smaller/less detailed smut scenes, reader is definitely a switch depending on who she is looking at, uh, brief mention of heeseung raging at jake through a headset while he gets pleasured lmao

WARNINGS― infidelity that doesn’t get exposed, foot job but only bc i can’t figure out how to write a scene like this if it’s not your foot lmao, there are intimate things happening between reader and jake in like, almost every fuckin scene.

NOTE― if you’ve read this before, it’s because i wrote it for a different band on my other blog(@/ncteez). this is a revamp of that fic, freshly edited and updated. 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― infidelity,  rough sunghoon, jake listens through the walls, tons of masturbation, he also steals panties and gets caught and embarrassed by reader, mentions of double penetration, lil under the table moment with jake, foot job but i swear im not into feet just hear me out ok? It’s brief i swear, sexting and phone sex, reach-around hand job, jake isn’t entirely subby when he finally gets his dick wet, penetration, pet names, sexting, g-spot stimulation, cream pie, unprotected sex, 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The two years you’ve spent so far with Sunghoon can arguably be considered the best of your life. He’s accommodating, listens to all of your problems, touches you in all of the right ways, and he’s even well-liked by your parents. You love your boyfriend enough to spend countless nights at his place just to get away from your own. It’s comfortable there, and feels like home, whereas your own apartment just feels empty without him. 

The relationship felt very adult. He was the first boyfriend to stay with you longer than a couple of months, the first one to have his own house, job, money, and car. The two of you were equal, comfortable, and happily in love. Anyone could trust that both of you were running towards the path of marriage, and you’d agree with them if it weren’t for the fact that your eye is dangerously close to landing on someone else lately.

In your defense, your eyes didn’t linger before Jake, Sunghoon’s younger brother, moved in. You had no interest in anyone aside from Sunghoon but, Jake is really something else. Cute, loud, obnoxious, and even charming at times. Still, you’ve caught him countless times staring for too long at your legs when you wear shorts around the house, lingering in the room when Sunghoon has his lips on yours, and even stuttering through conversations with you after a wild night in the bedroom with his older brother. 

It was cute at first, but as the months went on, you started staring at Jake a little more. You’d note that he gets flustered easily but can’t bring himself to leave any given situation that causes such a reaction. He gets hard sometimes too, you can see it, and occasionally you can hear him take care of it too. 

The first night you heard it, Sunghoon was sound asleep next to you after a long, drawn-out session of putting you in your place (sexually). You were comfortable beside him, listening to his soft snores and finally settling yourself in to close your eyes and sleep too.

It was so silent, the entire house seemed as empty as it always had been outside of you and your boyfriend, except for the fact that Jake was in this house now too. You shot an eye open at the sound of a muffled moan through the wall. You could tell he tried to prevent it, noticing that it appeared to be choked back almost as quickly as he let it fall from his lips.

You laid there, first attempting to sleep but ultimately falling victim to the thoughts of what Jake must have been doing just a wall over. You felt guilty about the images, imagining how cute he must look tugging at himself and whimpering, frustrated at how he can’t make a sound. Jake knows how thin the walls are, you’re sure of it. Even you and Sunghoon have tried to be quieter so Jake doesn’t have to hear it and feel uncomfortable. 

The choked-back sounds he was letting out every few minutes only furthered your thoughts into the danger zone that night. You realized you wanted to watch him. You wanted to help him. And when Jake hit his high, you heard his bed frame hit the wall one time, hard. The image of him lying on his back and fucking against his fist was long gone and replaced with images of what position he could have been in for the bed to hit to wall like that. What was he doing? 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Good morning, sunshine!” You sing out obnoxiously to your boyfriend when he rounds the corner in a sleepy show of how much he doesn’t want to go to work today. He’s already dressed but you can see the darkened bags under his drooping, half-open eyes. 

You don’t often make breakfast for him, not that he minds at all, you just felt guilty about listening in on Jake doing his thing again last night and it’s not something you’re proud of. So yeah, maybe Sunghoon gets breakfast every time his little brother jerks off, what of it? 

“Thanks, babe,” Sunghoon smiles at you weakly, looking at the warm breakfast you place in front of him. “What if I just call in today?” He asks almost immediately after, tearing his eyes from the food and up to you, who had begun to fix a part of his hair that he seemed to have missed. 

“Up to you, I’ve gotta head back to my place soon though.” You look at him, hands on your hips now as you give him another once-over. “You look tired, maybe you should call out.” 

Sunghoon takes a moment to think. What would his excuse be to miss work on a Monday morning after already having two days off? He’s sick? That wouldn’t work, he ran into one of his bosses just the night before picking up some groceries. Car trouble? Also wouldn’t work, he used that excuse last time and he swore he took his car to the shop that very day to make sure it was in tip-top shape. Death in the family? That’s just asking for bad karma. 

“Ugh,” Sunghoon sighs, picking up his fork and picking around the plate. It looks delicious, honestly, but work is the last place he wants to go right now. “How are you so awake? We stayed up so late, are your legs even tired?”

You stop mid-step towards the fridge to grab some juice and turn to look at him. 

“Sunghoon, my legs are killing me, and it’s your fault.” 

He lets out a small laugh, giving himself a gold star for making you cum just as hard as he always did. “Yeah, guess it is my fault, isn’t it?” He prods for more compliments.

“That aside, are you going to call out or?” 

He shakes his head, taking a bite and trying his best to enjoy this last hour of freedom before a nine-hour workday. 

“No, I don’t think I’d have a good excuse today. You’re going home anyway too, I’d just be bored.”

“Umm–” Jake’s voice chimes in as he scuffs into the kitchen with socked feet. He yawns wide and side-eyes you only for a moment before flopping down on the chair next to Sunghoon with his legs spread wide. He looks like such a college boy. Looking equally as tired as your boyfriend and hair far messier, you note his side eye. “Are you saying I’m too boring to hang out with?”

You let out a small chuckle at Jake’s words, and Sunghoon just groans about it. 

“You’re still just as annoying as you’ve always been. I’d rather be wasting away at a desk than sitting here listening to you talk about the exam you’re not studying for.”

“I don’t have exams yet?” Jake protests, looking over Sunghoon's food and swiping a piece from his plate. “The semester hasn’t even started.”

“I’m preparing for what’s to come–” Sunghoon drones on in a defeated voice. 

“Fair,” Jake smiles and looks at you. “So, um, you’re going home today?”

“Yep, gotta go to work too.” You sigh, pointing towards the stove. “Want some food?” 

Jake shuffles to his feet to make himself a plate with a small “thank you”, and you can’t help but notice how disappointed he sounds that you’re going home today. 

“You’re coming over on Wednesday though, right?” Sunghoon asks, sipping the mug of coffee in front of him and finally allowing himself to enjoy the food you’ve graciously made this morning. If he’s gonna have to go to work, the least he can do is feel lucky that he’s not going in on an empty stomach. 

“What’s on Wednesday again?” You smile towards your boyfriend’s now narrowing eyes. 

“You know what Wednesday is.”

“Hm, no, don’t think I do–” Smiling wider at the way his eyes narrow even further.

“What’s Wednesday?” Jake asks, setting down his plate and taking a bite. 

“Yeah, tell him what Wednesday is.” Sunghoon says in an annoyed tone, one that you can tell is a joke. He always plays along with your antics.

“I think it’s like, national fork day or something.”

Sunghoon brings a hand to his forehead with a laugh. “Fork day? That’s all you can come up with?” 

Jake is just confused, clearly. 

“I’m joking. It’s our two-year anniversary.”

You hear a spoon clatter to the table and a small cough. 

“Ugh-” Jake groans, picking the cutlery up off the table and wiping the crumbs clean. “That’s cool.”

Jake can see the way Sunghoon looks at him with his reaction, but it genuinely wasn’t intentional. He just happened to drop his spoon at the wrong time and choke on his food. It wasn’t meant to be as dramatic as it sounded. Also, maybe he’s a little shocked that Sunghoon managed to have a girlfriend for this long with how much of a bore he can be at times. 

Especially someone like you. 

Jake feels shy at the very idea of you, not just because he’s heard what you sound like when his brother touches you, but also because you’re just, like, really pretty and it makes his thoughts go in every direction when you speak to him. 

Even now, just over a small breakfast, he’s disappointed that you have a job too. He’s sad that he can’t spend time in this house with you alone even though he knows well enough that he probably wouldn’t have it in him to approach you. 

Or does he? Knowing that from time to time, like when he first moved in, there had been some days where you stayed over and did your work-from-home stuff. He wasn’t well acquainted with you back then enough to come out and sit with you, and he’s likely not acquainted enough now either, but that doesn’t change the fact that he kind of wants to be around you without his brother taking note of the small crush he kind of maybe developed by being around you.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Today is expected to be more exciting than your last anniversary. Mostly because it’s marking a second year with Sunghoon and solidifying the fact that the two of you have made it this far without any glaring issues that could threaten the relationship. At least, no issues that Sunghoon is aware of. 

You think that these thoughts and images of Jake swimming in your head are a phase. In fact, you hope they are. There’s no way you’d ever actually go through with anything involving your boyfriend’s little brother. He’s just kind of cute to see all flustered, even cuter when he tries to hide how he’s feeling regarding you. 

Jake isn’t there when you walk through your boyfriend’s door. Unfortunately, neither is Sunghoon. 

Grabbing your phone and checking the time you’re distracted by the glaring text message from your boyfriend that seemed to have been sent some ten minutes ago as you got in your car for the drive over. A little wave of disappointment hits you as you stand alone in the darkened kitchen. 

Sunghoon: hey i’m gonna be a little late. Boss got a last minute client today, like an hour before closing time so i’m gonna be here at least until 8:30

Sunghoon: is that okay?

The disappointment fades away with how good he is at communicating with you. Your last boyfriend who you only dated for like two months always bailed without notice on dates, ghosting you for a full day or two before explaining himself with one of the same excuses Sunghoon probably uses to get out of work. You know his job is important to him, and you know the anniversary is important to him. His priority doesn’t always have to be you.

You: Yeah that’s fine. What am i supposed to do for three hours though? I’m already at your place (sparkly eye emoji)

Sunghoon is  great at texting you back too.

Sunghoon: you could get yourself ready for me to come home ;) 

You: for 3 hours?

Sunghoon: yes???? or you can just go bug Jake lol

The silence in the house tells you that Jake isn’t home.

You: he’s not here, i figured he went out to give us some privacy?

Sunghoon doesn’t respond for a few minutes, probably because he’s doing something important with his work. By the time you’ve slipped off your shoes and laid against the couch, you get the little ping on your phone..

Sunghoon: Oh, right, he was gonna go meet with some girl he was talking to. I figured he’d chicken out and not go lol, maybe we really will have the house to ourselves tonight ;)

Something inside of you twists at his message. On one hand, you’re happy that you might get the entire house with your beloved boyfriend tonight, on the other hand, you kind of don’t like the thought of Jake losing the ability to get all flustered around you if he’s got someone else doing it for him. 

Are you jealous? No, but you’re a little selfish. You always liked when men chased you even if you knew it would lead nowhere, even if they knew it would lead to nowhere. It was harmless fun, but now all of your fun is gonna be ruined. The last thing you want to be hearing is Jake railing some girl in his room while you’re trying to sleep. 

You: oh yeah? lets hope we don’t have to be quiet tonight then, i have //plans//

Sunghoon: plans? 

You: better get done with work soon so can come home and see <3

With that, you set your phone down and reach for the remote. 

Jake is out with a girl right now? Part of you wonders how he’s navigating it, or if the girl is actually into him. The images in your head are amusing until you realize that you’re not imagining him stumbling over himself with some faceless girl. You’re imagining yourself as the girl he’s out with.

Even on your anniversary, you’re bored and you’ve got some hours to kill anyway. You sort through all sorts of images in your head. From what Jake would do if you were to reject him to what he would do if you didn’t reject him. How he would act if you were leaning in to kiss him, or how he would react if you kissed his neck, started touching his stomach, trailing your hands down– straight until you’re assuming that Jake must be getting a hand job somewhere right now. A little disappointed that it’s not you, you laugh at yourself. 

Silly thoughts like these are normal and you’re sure Sunghoon has them too. Despite the fact that you’d be weirded out if it were about your little sister if you had one. You’re not hurting anyone passing the time and thinking about how things would go with Jake. Surely not. It’s just a fantasy and nothing more. 

It will never be anything more.

Besides, Sunghoon was never shy toward you. Always shooting his shot in charming and convincing ways that have managed to lead to a two-year relationship that’s still going strong. He didn’t leave as much to the imagination at the beginning of your relationship, nor does he now. You can’t even imagine Sunghoon being insecure or lacking confidence in anything he does, but then there’s Jake. The little brother appears to live in the shadow of Sunghoon. From Jake attending college for the same thing to wanting the same woman that Sunghoon is in love with.

Are you too full of yourself for chuckling about that? Laughing at the fact that he’s so entirely different from your boyfriend but that’s the exact reason you find yourself fantasizing about the ‘what if’s’ with him? 

Now the thought of what Jake would do if he knew you were thinking about him this way infiltrates your mind. Would he panic? Surely. Would he blush? Oh yeah, for sure. Would he try to play it off as a joke until realizing you’re serious, visibly shivering as you watch him imagine? Oh– would he tell Sunghoon? Would he get cocky? So many thoughts that are both scary, cute, and…hot. 

You look at the clock on your phone again and realize how slowly the time is passing. Jake’s out getting tugged at by some girl, Sunghoon is at work being an obedient employee, and what are you doing? Sitting on the couch in a daze.

Glancing around a bit, you shake your head at a specific thought. 

Jake’s room.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Against your better judgment and several hours on hand to spend, you find yourself in Jake’s room. Because of course you do. 

 You don’t know why your legs carry you here, but then again you kind of do. Curiosity. You don’t really plan on snooping or anything, you just kind of want to see how he lives when he’s by himself. You want to see if he made his bed or folded his clothes. When you note that the loser definitely does not do either of those things, a flash of pastel blue is catching your attention.

In the mess of Jake’s room, monochrome colors of black and gray come through the most. From sweatpants to band t-shirts, you weren’t expecting to see a glimmer of pastel silk peeking from under one of his pillows. 

It wouldn’t have caught your attention if it wasn’t for the fact that you recognize the color and even remember the day you purchased them. Those are your panties stuffed under Jake’s pillow. 

You find yourself smirking in an evil kind of way as you make your way toward the dainty fabric and pull it from the pillow. You can confirm it now, they’re yours, and you remember wearing them just the past weekend you were over. It was normal for you to leave some of your laundry at Sunghoon’s place after staying the weekend, it’s not like you aren’t here multiple times a week or anything. 

Jake must have taken them from the laundry basket in the bathroom. The thought of him that morning when you made breakfast, acting as casual and normal as ever. The harsher thought of how you listened to him again after Sunghoon had fallen asleep the night before, furiously reaching his climax. 

You spread the fabric against your fingers and laugh at the stain on them. This must have been what he was using that night, thinking of you, surely, right? God, Sunghoon would kill him if he found out.

And just as you go to look around to see if he’s stolen more of your intimate wares, you hear the front door open and you panic, shoving the panties into your back pocket and rushing out of his room to the bathroom just across the hallway.

In your slight panic, you manage to stand by the bathroom door and listen to the footsteps coming down the hallway. It’s definitely Jake because Sunghoon would have called you to let you know he was coming home. 

Checking the clock again, it’s barely six and you’ve now got two or so hours pretending that you didn’t just find your panties in Jake’s room. Or, maybe, you don’t have to pretend. Maybe you can just fluster and embarrass him more now. 

You reach over and flush the toilet and then step to the sink to actually wash your hands because you definitely were just handling cum-stained panties, and then you step out of the bathroom acting surprised that he’s here.

“Oh!” You exclaim, stepping out of the bathroom and looking directly at Jake through his bedroom door as he’s in the middle of throwing himself against the bed in frustration. “Didn’t think you’d be here today?”

Jake nearly jumps out of his skin despite knowing someone was in the bathroom. He wasn’t expecting to be addressed by you or Sunghoon today.

“Yeah, me either.” He groans, throwing his hand over his face. “You scared the fuck outta me–”

“Ah, you seem frustrated. Why?” You ask, taking a step forward and leaning against the doorframe to his room, crossing your arms. “Sunghoon said you were on a date or something?”

Jake groans again, lifting his back from the mattress to sit up and starts shaking his head in defeat. The fact that you’re talking to him right now only makes him feel worse. He’s embarrassed enough by the happenings of the past hour or so, now he has to sit here and answer your questions about it?

“Yeah, I was supposed to be but she ended up just using me as a ploy.” 

You only chuckle because of course that’s the type of shit that’ll happen to him, but also like, you’re kind of glad the date wasn’t a date, even if he didn’t know it.

“A ploy?”

“Turns out, she was just trying to make some guy jealous. He literally served us our drinks. ”

“Oh yeah? Then what happened?” You question, prying now. 

“When he was coming up to the table, she told me to kiss her so I did. Then as soon as he walked away, she was back on her phone and texting. She accidentally texted me I guess, saying that ‘the plan is working, he’s definitely jealous’.” Jake mocks the text message in a whiny voice.

You laugh a little louder this time, eyes darting to the pillow he had your panties tucked under.

“Why are you laughing? I’m miserable.” Jake is casual when he talks about it, but you note that he lets out a small chuckle too. “Why would someone even use me to make a guy jealous?”

You freeze for a second. Here’s your first opening.

“Because you’re cute?”

Jake freezes now too, glancing away from you with what you think is that shyness you’d seen so much before. It’s definitely shyness, if his quick-flushed cheeks are anything to go by.

 For Jake, out of everything that’s just happened to him, at least you think he’s cute, but it’s not like he can have you or actually use your compliment as an ego boost considering you’re dating his big brother.

“Anyway,” You offer an out, noting his avoidance a little more now that you know what he’s been doing in his free time with your personal items. “Sunghoon will be home later for our anniversary, sorry for what you’re gonna hear later–” 

Second opening.

“I know it’s weird to ask but I left a cute pair of panties last time I was here. They’re his favorite. I can’t find them.”

Jake stands to his feet quickly and casually throws his jacket over the pillow you had pulled them from earlier. Upon the very mention of your panties, he feels caught, like he’s got three shining spotlights directed at him to warn you of the panty thief. 

“I don’t know, what color were they?” He awkwardly asks, trying to avoid looking at you, not even questioning that you’re asking him when you’ve never so much as asked what he does in his free time. He can’t even tell that he’s telling on himself right now. 

“Light blue, silk.” You deadpan, looking at him.

“Oh, I might have seen them in the laundry. I’ll go look.”

Before you can even protest, Jake is shuffling past you and rushing towards the laundry room. You follow behind him casually, not in the slightest bit of a hurry with a cheeky smile hidden from his view.

“I already checked in here. The dirty laundry too.”

“Did you check Sunghoon’s drawers? He did laundry yesterday, they’re probably in there.” 

Jake is talking so fast that it’s almost sad. If you could pinch his flushed cheeks right now, you would.

“Smart boy.” You compliment with a finger in the air, walking towards Sunghoon’s room just to see what Jake will do next when you tell him they’re not there. 

You lazily look through all of your panties stuffed into Sunghoon’s drawers and head back out to Jake’s room after a few moments. Quietly, you peek around the door and only laugh at him when you see that his pillow is overturned and he’s digging through a clothes pile in the corner of his room. The fact that he didn’t even close his door is hilarious, but you imagine it was an afterthought considering time is against him.

“Did you find them?” You ask, watching him nervously stop searching and stay in place on the floor facing away from you. You can practically tell the cold sweat that hit him.

“N-no.” He says quickly. “Did you?” 

“Yep.” You say, pulling the panties out of your pocket.

Jake relaxes, choosing to believe that somehow, the panties he had tucked under his pillow managed to walk themselves to the laundry room, step into the washer, then the dryer, and then place themselves neatly into Sunghoon’s drawer. Never will he let himself think that you found them, or even worse, Sunghoon found them.

When his shoulders relax and he turns to look at you, you see him stiffen up just as much as before when you swing the panties around your finger, stopping to present them in a way that shows the massive cum stain. 

“Guess Sunghoon needs to find a new favorite, huh?” You joke, tossing them onto Jake’s bed and walking away. 

As you walk down the hallway with a smile on your face, you can hear Jake’s frantic footsteps rush up behind you. 

“Wait! It’s not–” He tries to explain the situation away. “It’s not what it looks like!”

“My panties under your pillow aren't what it looks like?” You turn to face him at the end of the hallway, and with the way he was quickly following you, he runs directly into you and has to stumble back from the close proximity of you in front of him. He’s never even touched you before. Never hugged you, prodded you, or even looked at you for too long when your eyes were already on him. 

“No–” He goes to say with a deep swallow of nervousness, but you interrupt him. 

“Jake, you’re lucky it was me who found them and not your brother.” 

“I know,” Jake stutters out, looking to the floor. “But really, I didn’t mean to-”

“If you didn’t mean for me to find them, you should have stuffed them further back. They were hanging out for anyone to see, Jake.”

He stops for a moment. You’re telling him how he should have hidden them?

“Wait–” 

Only now does Jake realize your comment of Sunghoon needing to find a new favorite pair of underwear before you tossed them back on his bed. He’s gotta be thinking too positively to imagine you’re giving him the panties and offering tips on how to keep them from Sunghoon, right? Like you only gave them back because you’re disgusted by him, right? 

“Really, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I took them.”

An admittance. You feel like you’ve won the game and you’re definitely in the position to ask more questions. 

“You don’t? Try and think of a reason then.” You ask, taking a step towards him.

You can see how that single step forward overwhelms him, so much so that he takes a step back, feeling frozen when his eyes glance up at yours. He can’t pull his eyes away this time with the way you’re looking at him. 

There’s a smirk against your lips and he can’t sense a single bit of anger. Cautiously, he tries to avoid your question. 

“I don’t know why.” He repeats, staring down at you as you look at him and take another step forward. 

“I think we both know why you stole them.” You smile wider, lifting slightly to where you’re just inches from his face. “Did you think of me?”

“Yeah,” He sighs out, somewhat lost in your gaze as if he has managed to become hypnotized by the way you’re speaking with him. Then he shakes himself out of it, taking a step back with a muttered out string of “I mean, no!” 

You close in against him just as you did before, not allowing him to escape the hold you have on him. You’re just as close as you were before he stepped back, and you continue. 

“You did? Do you listen in on what Sunghoon does to me too?”

Jake takes another step back, this time knowing full well that you’ll just follow him again. And you do, practically walking him back through the hallway and against the wall after passing his room. 

“I mean,” He admits. “Sometimes.” 

You smile as he tries to back himself up further against the wall. 

“Why not all the time?” You follow up, watching the way his lip quivers a bit from the nervousness within him. 

Unbearably cute is what Jake is at this moment, trapped and caught. 

“You guys get too quiet, I guess?” He answers as if it’s his own question, wondering if it’s what you want to hear. His belly is doing flips though, admitting these things to you and feeling as if you’ll make fun of him, mock him, tell on him. It’s a horrifying thought. 

“You’re too quiet sometimes too.” You smile before backing away and turning to walk back toward the end of the hallway. 

Jake hangs his head wondering what the fuck just happened and if you were actually implying certain things toward him. He can barely bring himself to care that you hear him masturbate. He tries to be quiet, honestly, he does. But it’s hard sometimes when he’s rubbing his cock against the silk of the panties you just gave back to him, even harder when he’s hearing you through the walls and he imagines if you’d make the same sounds for him. 

Pulled from his thoughts, he hears you turn the volume up on the tv before shouting at him.

“Jake?” You say, waiting for him to respond quietly from out of view.

“Yeah?” He responds as he makes his way back to his room. 

“I’ll be loud tonight.” 

Jake closes his bedroom door feeling like his body is on fire and like his mind is spiraling into a place where it shouldn’t be. 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

When Sunghoon got home, Jake made it his mission to not step foot out of his bedroom until the two of you were passed out. Thankfully, he had taken a quick bathroom break while also trying to avoid letting you hear that he left his room right before Sunghoon came back.

Jake almost feels like prey right now, additionally, he’s confused about the entire situation with you. 

He tried to be a good person and not fantasize about his brother’s girlfriend by making a profile on a dating app, but even now as he scrolls through all of the pretty faces, he knows that none of them would just let him steal their panties like you did. Not that it’s a hobby of his or anything, he saw your panties and he took the chance to give him a better orgasm next time around. Now he’s kind of obsessed with the idea though.

He had already placed the panties back under his pillow and stuffed them further back by now, and hearing you and Sunghoon in the living room doing couple-things doesn’t really help the confusion in his head. If you’re in there all lovey-dovey with his brother, why did you get up so close to him earlier? Why did you offer to be loud for him? Why did you do any of what you did?

It feels wrong that everything just makes him want you more. Before, he was just being a horny guy, but now he’s like, maybe only horny for you.

Maybe it’s just a phase, surely it’ll pass. He loves his brother. 

Then he finds himself questioning if that’s the truth as the night goes on. 

Jealousy is a hateful demon. When he hears the shuffling into Sunghoon’s room and the giggles coming from both of you, Jake almost wants to hit someone. Why can’t he have that? Why does Sunghoon always get to experience all the good things in life?

Not only was Jake used by some pretty girl today, he is now being shown yet again what he can’t have and will probably never have. The jealousy is only worse, as he faceplants into his pillow and considers moving back in with his parents so that way he can stop wanting what his brother has. 

The consideration is furthered when he grows frustrated at the sounds of you through the wall. He can even hear Sunghoon shush you a few times. 

Unfortunately, against Jake’s will, his cock starts to grow against the mattress and his thigh, fingers now tucking further under the pillow to find those silk panties that caused his ultimate demise today. It’s instinctual at this point, despite how shameful he feels. He seriously just can’t resist touching himself when he hears you, even through the frustration and annoyance. 

When he runs his fingers along the fabric, still tucked beneath the pillow, he whines to himself at how pathetic it is for him to keep doing this. Only when he realizes that you’re over there being fucked and being loud specifically for him to hear does he pull them out and roll over onto his back.

All confusion and worry is left behind now as he replaces those anxieties with the idea of you grinding against him while wearing these panties. He thinks about how you like it, how you move your body, what you’d do with your hands. 

His cock twitches to be free just a few moments later and he doesn’t think twice about lowering his sweatpants and staring down at himself. He sighs in defeat at the image, noting how much harder he is now compared to the nights before when he weakly worked himself up to the faint sounds of you

From across the wall, you’re enjoying yourself far too much. Jake kind of falls into the back of your guilty mind as your boyfriend loves on you. Sunghoon came home excited, a hand was on you the entire time from the moment he walked through the door until now. Both hands are on you now as he praises you and pries your legs open.

 Usually, Sunghoon is rougher. He’d do things that drive you insane, edge you, and deny you pleasure over and over again until he felt it was time to let you let go. The added attempts to be silent only made it more fun for your boyfriend, gagging you with his cock, fingers, or even your own panties. Tonight though, tonight is a little different considering it is the two-year anniversary of his relationship with you.

The plan you had for Sunghoon tonight was for him to use a new toy on you that you’d bought in secret. He always wanted to try double penetration with you but is never willing to share you, and you don’t mind that at all. Still, you wanted to fulfill one of his fantasies, and that’s what the intention is. 

To your surprise though, Sunghoon leaves the toy still in its package on the table and has been eating you out for a solid twenty minutes already.

He’s focusing on you entirely at this moment and it’s got your head spinning with the way his wet tongue flicks your clit while his lips envelop the entire bud. He’s so good at it, and usually only does this when you’ve been extra good for him, like if you willingly choke on his entire length or you let him overstimulate you to the point that getting head from him is painful. 

His head is between your legs lapping away and all you can do is groan out for him, enjoying the way he’s being gentle and pointed with his tongue. His hands go from your legs to keep them from crushing his head to reaching up to massage your tits. He doesn’t even try to silence you, and you’re thankful to keep your promise to Jake despite not actually trying to right now. 

And when Sunghoon pulls his head back for a breath, he looks up at you and whispers a small “happy anniversary, baby–” before smiling in such a genuine way that it has your heart crashing with the amount of love you have for him. 

He dips back in after the loving words, hugging both of your thighs with his arms and burying his face into you for another ten minutes before, well, he grows a bit bored. He wants to make you cum this way and make it last as long as possible, but now he’s feeling neglected and the image of you with that toy you got is burning images in his mind the more he hears you moan for him. 

“Changed my mind,” Sunghoon mutters as he pulls back for a breath and leaves your clit entirely abandoned.

 He hears you whimper at the loss of pressure and honestly, he’s always loved the way you sound when you do it. He finds himself reaching for the toy much quicker than he originally planned, soothing you through your disappointment with a fond voice.

“Play with yourself while I get this ready.” He smiles at you, giving you a quick kiss to the forehead before fumbling with the box. 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The fact that Jake can hear his brother tell you to play with yourself makes him feel insane. Only because of the way you start moaning again and give him even more to think about while over here all alone. 

Fuck, the thought of walking in on you one day with your fingers inside of yourself, not quite reaching where you want them to, asking him to take over for you? 

Jake almost wants to put his ear to the wall. 

Wait, why shouldn’t he? He wants to hear you.

Cock still in hand and tangled against your panties, he shuffles to his feet and presses his ear against the wall. You sound much more clear now when he chokes back his own moan, knowing you’d probably hear it more clearly too considering how loud he is.

Knowing you can hear him though? That means Sunghoon can also hear him, so he tries his best to hold it back as he starts thrusting himself against the silk in his hand.

He does well until he hears a choked-out whimper, a slap, and some crude words coming from his brother’s lips. On any other day of listening in, his cock would instantly go soft hearing his brother but what he says to you through these thin as fuck walls has him biting his lip in an attempt to silence his own moan.

“You like being stuffed with two?” Jake hears at first, followed by another whimper from you. “So wet, it slid right in beside me–”

Jake can’t even imagine what’s being done to you right now but he can tell you’re loving it in the way your whimpers turn to full-fledged moans that he’s never heard before. 

“Oh, fuck–” Jake groans out towards himself, looking down at his painfully hard cock against your panties. Dripping, absolutely an utter fucking mess in his own palm over you. 

He starts to move his hand this time, faster than what his hips were doing. Only part of him is trying to match the sounds of skin slapping skin, moving his hand much faster than what he’s hearing happen to you. 

He’s sure you’d moan like that for him too. Wouldn’t even need two to make you be so loud, surely. 

And then he’s starting to shake, rolling his head a bit to where his forehead is against the wall. He’s shamelessly out of breath when he whispers his own words to you as his cock begins to fucking weep his cum against your panties. Words of, ‘yeah, you like that?’ and “Better than him, right?” 

And when Jake backs away from the wall, allowing the muffled sound of your loud moaning to be further and further from his ear, he collapses on his bed in a deep breath and then trails his eyes back over towards the wall. 

You’re right there. 

You know exactly what he’s doing in here but now he can’t tell if you’re actually being loud because you told him you would, or if it’s because Sunghoon really is that good. 

The jealousy hits again. It isn’t fair.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

It’s been days since your anniversary and now that work is finished, you get to head back over for your regular weekend with Sunghoon. Except now you wonder how awkward it’s going to be. The soreness between your legs has gotten better but the guilt of how Jake avoided you the next morning got worse. 

You think you should leave it be, you should just let him have those panties and pretend it never happened, pretend you never flirted with him, and pretend you didn’t tell him that you listen to him get off too.

You went too far on your fucking anniversary then proceeded to fall even more in love with Sunghoon.

Thankfully, you didn’t go far enough to where it couldn’t be salvaged, so when you leave today, you have the promise in your head that you will leave it alone. You will leave Jake alone and go back to what you were with Sunghoon before you ever fantasized about his little brother.

Except that doesn’t happen because the moment you walk in and see Jake lounging by himself on the couch, shirtless, you find yourself avoiding him more than he’s avoiding you.

Though he immediately got up when you walked through the door with a small apology and rushed towards his room, you had to stop yourself from turning around and going straight back home. Sunghoon is here though, back turned towards you as he stirs something in a bowl. 

“Hey babe, can you come help me?” Your boyfriend calls out, glancing at you from over his shoulder and showing the smallest glimpse of something smeared against his cheek. 

Your heart warms at how domestic he looks right now, kicking your shoes off and heading towards him with your weekend bag. 

“I'll be back in a minute, let me put my bag in your room.” You say, coming up behind him and planting a kiss on his shoulder.

He lends you a short nod in response, turning his attention back to his mixing bowl with a smile plastered across his face. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t miss you, honestly. 

And as you make your way down the hallway to Sunghoon’s room, you note how Jake’s door is closed. You’re thankful for that, as the image of his stupidly attractive shirtless body still appears to be fucking burned into your brain.

 It’s stupid, honestly, you have a whole Sunghoon in the kitchen waiting for you, who will probably make you cum a minimum of three times tonight, and you’re panic-walking past his little brother’s bedroom because you’re incredibly fucking attracted to him. 

Ridiculous.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The self-control you once had is no longer present in your head. The plan to leave it be is less and less attractive in your brain the more you take in the image of Jake in front of you at the table texting away on his phone. 

You watch him shamelessly as Sunghoon goes back and forth in the kitchen. You’re almost completely skewed from his view, thanks to the wall separating the kitchen and dining room, as you sit here across from Jake. He’s wearing a shirt now, rude, and is only glancing at you from time to time.

He’s not saying a damn thing to you though, which is annoying.

What happened to you avoiding him? No, what happened to him avoiding you? 

From under the table, you gently kick against his leg to get his attention and his eyes snap up toward you. You look down instantly, pretending as if you weren’t kicking him to get his attention at all. All so you’re the one ignoring him instead. 

But your leg stays there, occasionally kicking against him just to see how long it takes for him to stop reacting to it. 

Scrolling through your own phone now, you’re swiping through videos, listening to Sunghoon clattering through the cupboards, and feeling incredibly warm sitting in front of Jake. You don’t know what’s gotten into you when it comes to him, honestly.

Finally, you slowly trail your eyes back up to his face and note that he does the same, at the exact same time. 

The two of you share a moment of silence looking at each other. You can almost feel his eyes pull you in without intent. It feels dangerous just to look at him, seeing him in a newer light than what you’d seen in him when it was just amusement on your end. You wonder if he can tell. Probably not.

He doesn’t look away from you, and you’re not sure why. He just stays still and silent, blinking back at you. 

Maybe he’s being pulled in too, like a silent agreement communicated just through eye contact. The electricity in the space between the two of you is nothing short of dangerous. Your body almost acts on its own when you raise your lips into a half smile at him and plant your foot on the chair between his legs.

Still keeping eye contact, you watch him jump at the action but he doesn’t move or push your foot away. Instead, he’s breaking eye contact and looking down, staring down, really, at how your socked foot is planted directly between his legs.

He doesn’t move, trailing his eyes back to you now with a curious look. You continue, pressing your foot forward just slightly. Jake jumps again at the feeling and shoots his eyes to the opening of the kitchen.

 Sunghoon is still facing away, stirring something in a pot on the stove. Thank fuck.

 He’s not strong enough to push your foot away. In fact, he can hardly comprehend the situation at all, or why he presses his hips forward out of need rather than want. He knows it’s wrong to have you touching him in any way whether it’s your foot or not, this is not okay to be doing. But god, he yearns for you so badly. He’ll take anything, everything he can get. 

You smile wider, watching the way his face tries to stay casual as he gently scoots forward and presses himself further against your foot. Only now, satisfied, do you look back down to your phone as if you didn’t just do that, and like you’re not keeping your foot in place for Jake to grind against. 

The fact that he’s actually doing this at all is enough for you to feel warm on the inside. All you were going to do was experimentally cross a line to see what would happen. This is a much better outcome compared to him rushing out of the room in a panic. 

It doesn’t take long before you start giving more pressure against his weak grinds. Each time you glance up just to get a look at his poker-face, you can tell he’s looking at you in disbelief and shifting his eyes to keep checking for Sunghoon. 

You can tell he grinds harder when Sunghoon isn’t at risk of seeing, and he moves more weakly when his alarm bells are ringing. If anything, the fact that Jake is falling apart in front of you and trying to pretend he isn’t is enough to have you pressing forward more.

You smirk as you scroll to watch another video, feeling his cock twitch against your foot, and god, he’s really that desperate? You hate how much you like it and hate even more that you’re so fucking attracted to him doing this right now. 

When you glance up again, this time because you really can’t help yourself at this point, you note that Jake is really trying to concentrate on looking normal despite his body obviously shifting back and forth under the table. 

He’s insanely obvious, and already it makes even you panic at the fact that he’s really losing his ability to remain calm. 

“Jake, have you seen this meme?” You fake laugh out loud, mostly to stop him from getting too into it and blowing the cover. 

He jerks his hips back with an annoyed groan, realizes where he is and what’s between his legs, and then jumps back into an act.

“No, I don’t think so–” He says nervously, leaning forward to see your phone. 

You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer over the table, lifting him from his seat and whispering as quickly as you can.

“You need to stop being obvious–” You warn before releasing him and turning your phone to show him the video.

Jake lets out a fake laugh at the video, shifting his eyes to you apologetically before seating himself back down and looking dead into your eyes. 

There, he feels you adjust your foot again, this time further into his chair where you can blatantly feel how desperately hard he’s gotten over this. 

Jake can’t just sit here and let this continue for too long, despite really, really fucking needing the touch. And it sucks, considering it’s the first time you’ve actually come onto him and it just has to be with Sunghoon barely even a room over? 

God, fuck. Fuck! 

Right here, right now, Jake decides he’s going to take what he can get, even if it makes you feel sorry for him. 

You’re shocked when you feel his hand grab your foot and hold it in place before very harshly  grinding against it. Watching him from across the table, he makes it very obvious as to what he’s doing but still, you find yourself falling apart at the way he parts his lips, squeezes his eyes shut, and tries to hold back a moan. 

Then, just as quickly as he started, you feel him push your foot away and he’s scooting back in his chair. 

“I left something in my room. I’ll be back.” Jake says sheepishly, looking to the floor and rushing into the hallway.

You watch him rush out of the room confused, so you look behind you hoping Sunghoon didn’t like, make eye contact with him or something. It doesn’t appear he did though, because you see him waist-deep bent over in the fridge looking for something. 

Jake needed to like, not come in his pants from that. Not in front of you. Not in front of his own fucking brother.

  He doesn’t even fucking like feet! But, well, he likes you. 

You offered pressure and he fucking took it. He needed to finish himself off and not have to sit there in cum-soiled pants pretending like it didn’t just happen. So, naturally, he ran to his room to finish himself off out of frustration. Thankfully he’s close enough to reach climax within two to three strokes, right there leaning against his door. 

Embarrassed by the small sob he let out during his orgasm, he’s quick to rush to the bathroom and clean up before grabbing a hoodie from his room and throwing it on over the t-shirt, mostly so it does look like he actually came in here to grab something.

Not even five minutes pass before he’s sitting in front of you again. Jake feels helpless in the way he can no longer bring himself to avoid looking at you, all the way up until Sunghoon peeks into the room and announces that he thinks he’s perfected the soup recipe, and is ready for you guys to come try it. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t look at Jake after he came back. Not much, anyway. It’s not that you didn’t want to, it’s mostly just that you’re coming to terms with the fact that you just crossed a line and you’re not sorry about it. Even after Sunghoon places a spoon at your lips and the soup is definitely the most delicious he’s ever made. 

 Even after he’s got his arm around you at the table with that same loving smile plastered on his lips, sitting across from his little brother who just eye fucked you while grinding against your foot, you struggle to decide who you’d rather look at. 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The events of yesterday stay fresh on your mind as Sunghoon lays next to you half-awake and scratching against his arm before cuddling in closer to you. He’s so warm and all you can do is wonder why you're risking this comfort to have fun with his little brother.

 You’ve already crossed a line and gone too far. You did exactly what you said you weren’t going to do and exactly what you never thought you could do. You’re probably not going to be able to stop even if you wanted to, so you opt to just–not think about when it’s gonna happen again or if it’s gonna happen again. 

Saturday almost flies by and before you know it, all three of you are lounging in the living room to watch a movie. Usually, Jake isn’t as present when you’re with Sunghoon but since everything started, he makes himself known much more. 

He includes himself in things and engages in more conversation. You wonder if it’s because he’s waiting for you to do something again. The worst part about all of it is that you can tell Sunghoon is enjoying the time he’s spending with you and Jake together. 

Even during this movie, Sunghoon doesn’t think twice when you lean against him and throw your legs over Jake’s lap to get comfortable. Alternatively, Jake thinks three to four times over when you do it, opting to keep his hands at his sides when he steals a glance at you and notes that you’re comfortable under his brother’s arm. 

The movie goes on like that and Jake can’t help but feel like it’s taking forever to be over with. Then again, he’s staring at your legs on his lap more than the movie on the screen. It gets worse when there's a jumpscare and your legs are tensing up and moving around against him. 

At least this time it’s not your fucking foot and he’s got a calf muscle to work with. 

You did it both intentionally and unintentionally. You weren’t exactly throwing your legs on him to get him to rub against them or anything, it was mostly just to fluster him, but Jake proves himself as someone with zero self-control once again.

 You feel him twitch under your legs and shamefully, you immediately feel arousal drip between your legs. The fact that he gets you so riled up so fast will always be a mystery to you, honestly. 

The good news? Being turned on isn’t so bad right now, considering you have Sunghoon right here to help you take care of it without much convincing.

Adjusting yourself, you pull your legs from Jake and take a second to focus on his lap. The tent in his pants is obvious, but Sunghoon pays no mind as his eyes stay on the screen. You watch the way Jake covers himself quickly and looks at you in confusion. 

As he looks at you, you move a bit to look at Sunghoon.

Without warning, your boyfriend is thrown off guard by you suddenly kissing his neck. If Jake doesn’t have self-control, neither do you. 

And in your defense, you’re not trying to dangle your relationship in front of him, really, you’re not. It’s not your fault that Jake got hard and that caused a chain reaction in getting you wet. 

Sunghoon pulls back to look at you. His face is somewhat concerned but still, he’s smiling as he makes attempts to dodge your kisses. 

“Hey, hey slow down–” He turns his face to whisper into your hair. “It’s weird with Jake here.”

You ignore his whispers and continue to kiss against him, moving your hand dangerously close to his upper thigh. 

In a way, Sunghoon can’t believe that you’re really acting like this in front of Jake. Sure, the two of you have kissed in front of him, and Jake has walked in on some steamy makeout sessions, but it was never intended to be in front of him. Then again, Sunghoon knows how needy you can get and how selfish you can be when you’re wanting something specific from him. 

“Okay, okay–” Sunghoon relents in another whisper, gently pulling himself from the couch and grabbing your hand. 

“Hey, I think she’s getting tired.” Sunghoon laughs with the obvious lie to his brother. “Can we finish the movie another time?” 

“Uh, sure.” Jake responds, knowing full fucking well that you’re turned on because of him and now you’re gonna go fuck his brother to take care of it. 

This is so annoying.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Come Sunday morning, you were just as turned on as you were the night before. You can feel your body heating the moment you even think of Jake, but Sunghoon satiates you well enough. Even there against the bathroom wall as the two of you take a shower. 

Sunghoon took note the night before that you enjoyed it when he humiliated you for doing those things in front of Jake. Asking you if you were really so desperate that you’d let just anyone see you acting the way you did. He plays off of that today too. 

Waking up hard wasn’t anything weird for Sunghoon, and usually the morning showers end up as morning sex sessions anyway. You seemed more willing and awake this morning than any other time, and he’s thankful for it. 

When he’s got you pressed against the wall as the warm water runs down your back, he doesn’t hesitate to plunge into you all the way with a comment of how much wetter you get when he degrades you. In a way, the punishment and degradation feels deserved, because you are embarrassed by how much you want to touch Jake.

“Getting off on the thought of other people seeing how wet you get for me?” 

You nod against the cold bathroom tiles, feeling his cock pressing deeply inside of you and making your legs feel weak. You do love when other people can see, but what you mean by that is you love when his little brother can see. 

Jake, from across the hall, once again hears it all because it wakes him up. Sunghoon hasn’t even attempted to keep his voice down while talking to you. Why? Because even he is far too turned on to pay attention to anything outside of this bathroom right now. 

“Going so far as letting Jake see? How desperate were you?” 

Jake’s ears perk up at the sound of his brother saying that, already stirring in his pants at the very idea of you getting off to that. 

How desperate were you?

 He wonders how you answer, or if you do. He wonders if you were desperate for him or if it was really for Sunghoon.

Without much more thought, Jake can’t go another day with you here right now. It’s becoming a bit too much, a bit too real, and honestly, he thinks he’s the desperate one right now. Wanting to barge into the bathroom, shove his brother away, and have his way with you. He could never. You’d never let him go that far surely. 

And by the time it’s all said and done, you leave the bathroom lightheaded and Jake appears to have left the house to do something else.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The week passes normally up until Thursday night. You’re rummaging through your cabinets for something to make for dinner when your phone goes off. Assuming it’s Sunghoon again, complaining that Friday never comes fast enough, you’re shocked to see that it’s Jake sending you something through instagram. 

And he’s drunk. 

SimJake_ sent a photo: 

SimJake_: guess who got drunk on a thursday night and is regretting the fact that i wanna talk to you? 

Never did you want a paper trail or some type of proof that you and Jake are involved in this weird….thing together. His message isn’t even sexual, it's just a bit intimate that your boyfriend’s brother is sending you selfies while drunk even though you came onto him first. 

He’s attractive, and entirely too cute right now trying to approach you via fucking Instagram because he won’t do it to your face. Then again, Sunghoon is always around, so maybe that’s why he hasn’t done anything about it. 

You: let me guess, you’re the one drunk on a thursday night and will probably say some shit that will make you not be able to look me in the eye tomorrow?

SimJake_ : ding ding ding! what’re you doing? 

You: texting you and trying to find food, im hungry. what about you?

SimJake_ : bout to make another drink and pretend i don’t have your panties under my pillow

SimJake_ : because i do

Wow, Jake is embarrassing and confident when he’s drunk. You find yourself smiling over it. You’d never guess or even assume he would try to make conversation with you about that of all things.

You: oh yeah, you’re definitely drunk

SimJake_ : am i being too weird? 

SimJake_: because you’re the one who started it

You: me? I started it? last time i checked, you’re the one who stole my panties?? you pervert????

SimJake_ : you’re the one who let me keep them

You: that’s……fair

SimJake_: so… 

Shy boy is no more at this moment and you almost feel caught off guard. Reminding yourself that he’s drunk, you try to set a boundary in your head and change the subject.

You: what are you drinking?

SimJake_ : found some of my brother’s expensive whiskey, gonna tell him you drank it, he wont be mad then

You: you’re gonna tell him that I drank his whiskey, when he knows I don’t even like whiskey?

SimJake_ : yep

You laugh at the audacity, finally finding a snack for yourself and settling on the couch with your phone in hand. 

You: and you’re drinking on a weeknight again, why?

SimJake_ : because i want you 

Oh.

SimJake_ : and i know im not allowed to, but it’s really hard to like, not, i guess

SimJake_ : i know im being weird and im sorry, just really drunk rn and wanna talk to you thats all

SimJake_ : or we can pretend i never messaged you and you can delete the messages

You: no, i think you’re being cute. You can calm down, it’s okay

It’s definitely not okay, but you want it to be. You’re about to do some not okay things too, and cross those boundaries you literally just now set.

You: so, they’re still under your pillow? 

SimJake_: yea

You: when was the last time you didn’t have them under there?

SimJake_ : yesterday

You: oh yeah? 

SimJake_: yea i washed them when Sunghoon was at work…um

SimJake_: can you maybe wear them again

God, he really is that desperate. 

SimJake_ : please? you can leave them in the laundry like last time and ill just grab them

You: i’ll think about it 

SimJake_ : okay…so…

SimJake_: um….did you like the selfie 

You: i like seeing you in person more, it’s fun when you’re all flustered and stuff, trying to pretend you don’t like it

Jake is giggling to himself like a schoolgirl, focusing on your messages and hoping to god he doesn’t forget the things you’re saying to him. He’s going to have to delete these messages as soon as it’s over though, for sure. At least he’s not drunk enough to forget the glaring issue at hand here.

SimJake_: i don’t like it because i always have a boner now lol i feel gross always having to go to my room and take care of it so things dont get weird

You: maybe ill take care of it for you someday, who knows?

SimJake_ : wait what

You’re cheating. As if you haven’t been already. This is blatantly against your moral code and you literally do not care. 

You: are you all flustered now?

SimJake_ : maybe,,,,

You: would you want me to? instead of you having to always run off to your room where I can’t see? 

SimJake_ : you’re doing this on purpose, you wouldn’t actually wanna

SimJake_ : would you?

You: guess you’ll just have to find out eventually

You: flustered now?

SimJake_ : yea, wanna see?

SimJake_ sent a photo: 

You:  jesus christ, you’re…

You: big…. I mean, I knew from feeling it last weekend but like, that was my foot lol

SimJake_ : yeah what even was that about? i felt so stupid doing that

You: you looked hot when you did it tho

SimJake_ : am i really that big? 

You: Jake,look at that thing. im shocked you don’t already have a girl to bury it into yet. 

SimJake_: could have one ;) 

You: ….yeah

SimJake_: yeah? 

SimJake_  sent a photo: 

Okay, it’s getting to be too much now. You can feel the warmth pooling into your panties already and you wonder if he would be just as eager to lick it up as he is to text you right now. You spread your legs wide, deciding on if you should do it. You’re already cheating, the guilt couldn’t get any worse anyway. 

You sent a photo: 

SimJake_ : oh fuck 

SimJake_: you’re wet?

SimJake_: sorry i wasnt expecting that

SimJake_: can i save it

You:  no 

You sent a photo: 

SimJake_: you should give me those panties instead

You: okay, ill put them in the basket tomorrow night 

SimJake_: will you still wear the other ones too?

You: you want //two// pairs?

SimJake_ : yeah :( 

You: ill think about it

Jake is blushing, flushing, and shaking all at once, one hand on his cock and the other texting you. He’s saved the photos anyway, boring holes into them with the thought of what must be behind that thin layer of sticky and wet fabric. He wants to put his face there, he wants to smell you and swallow you up. 

SimJake_ : can i call you?

A sharp feeling of fear but an even bigger feeling of arousal hits you. 

You: okay…

You didn’t have to wait long, watching the bubble of him typing something to you disappear and instead getting a phone call. You knew Jake had your number and you had his, mostly for communication purposes for Sunghoon. Never was this supposed to happen. 

When you answer the phone after taking a deep breath, your eyes are nearly popping out of your head. 

Jake is shameless. 

All those nights of hearing his mans muffled through the wall are now coming through crisp and clear on the speaker. If you close your eyes, it’s like you’re in his room with him. 

You don’t speak and instead, listen. You had expected him to answer the phone stuttering, trying to dirty talk but ultimately failing. It appears his drunken state offers him more than just liquid courage, but liquid lust as well.

 For a moment you stop and contemplate hanging up. Jake is drunk and you can’t help but feel as though you’re taking advantage of him. Then again, previously sober he basically fucked himself against your foot at the dinner table. 

“Feels good?” You ask with a chuckle.

 You can hear the movement of his body through the speaker and you’re aware that through the lack of slapping sounds, your panties are probably silencing what his hand is doing. 

Jake barely answers. A quick “mhm” rings through your ears alongside his deep breaths as a response instead. This isn’t typically how phone sex would go, considering dirty talking is what gets a person there. Perhaps Jake has never done this before, then again, maybe he gets off on just knowing you’re listening to him at all.

“Can you–talk?” Jake asks weakly, his hand stilling for a moment to focus solely on the image he has pulled up over your phone call. He can barely comprehend that you’re on the other line and he’s looking at your pussy pressing against slick panties.

“I like hearing you do this,” You say quickly, not very good at this type of thing yourself despite knowing how it should usually go. You slowly start to trace your fingers against your panties, wondering if Jake would be gentle like this too, nervous even. 

“Yeah?” He asks with a small choked moan as he begins to move his hand again. “You’re not weirded out?”

“If I was weirded out I wouldn’t have sent you photos.” You snap, frustrated suddenly with the whole situation that this is your boyfriend’s brother. “Stop calling it weird–” You trail off, listening intently to the shifting sounds you hear through the speaker. 

“Sunghoon isn’t home right now,” Jake suddenly admits, and you can feel the arousal disappear almost instantly as you hear his name. The reality hitting you, but still not caring enough to stop.

“Don’t talk about him right now, This isn’t right but–”

“But what?” Jake asks with a hopeful voice, this time pulling his hand away completely and feeling his heart double in speed.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You let out, finally pressing your fingers beneath the lining of your panties. “I know it’s wrong.”

Like music to Jake’s ears, he feels the eagerness in his body swell to the point that it’s difficult to maintain. Sunghoon has everything that Jake wants. A good career, a nice house, needed life skills. All of those things could be obtained with hard work and effort for Jake, but you. You were the one thing he was never supposed to have. You were the one aspect of Sunghoon’s life that Jake wouldn’t have the ability to work his way towards, but he did. 

He has you right now, in this moment, and he feels like nothing could break him. He knows it’s wrong just like you do, but Jake is selfish too. 

He doesn’t think you meant to feel this way, because he always sees the good in people, and if you were doing this with any other man he would definitely snitch on you if he found out. But you’re doing it with him and he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt at this moment. So what if he he wants to fuck his big brother’s girlfriend? You reciprocate the fucking feeling. 

A small part of Jake’s brain is still anxious though. That little still-sober sliver of his moral code trying to fight its way to the front. Does he go with his heart or with his brain? Should he stop? Will he be able to look you in the eye tomorrow? Will he be able to ever look his brother in the eye? 

He isn’t sure. Both his heart and his brain tells him to go for you, the only thing telling him not to is the thought of his brother. The good news about that is, with you on the other end of this line, Sunghoon is pushed to the back of his mind. 

“You can have me, you know.” He almost whispers, staring down at his heavy cock resting against his belly, panties left dangling off the tip. “I wouldn’t say no.”

Those are dangerous words. Words you know you shouldn’t accept or be turned on by. 

“I bet you wouldn’t–” You cut yourself off in a deep breath, pressing against your clit and rubbing harshly. Jake isn’t even talking much, just offering himself on a fucking platter to you, and it’s driving your body to fucking yearn. 

“Oh, shit, are you–” Jake swallows hard, the reality that you might actually be touching yourself on the other line sending waves of heat down his body. He thought it was just him and only had the hopes that you wouldn’t start making fun of him for it. 

“Oh, fuck.” He says, quickly moving his hand to grip against his cock again and already feeling too sensitive from the short moments of neglect. “Where are your hands?” 

“In my panties.”

Jake groans, dropping his phone by his ear on the pillow and using his other hand to grip something, anything as he opts to imagine your fingers sliding beneath the panties you’d shown him in the photo.

You can tell he’s holding his breath, focusing on feeling good in the way he releases short, quick groans every now and then. You keep yourself silent though, trying to hear him, trying to imagine what he’s doing while thinking of you. 

The dripping mess between your legs is being spread by your fingers as you scissor your lips open easily, letting a small groan roll off your tongue for him to hear. Satisfied by his responsive deep breath and sigh, you finally plunge your fingers in. 

“Can you hear it, Jake?” You ask in a breath, lowering the phone a bit so that he can hear your fingers slide in and out of you with a wet sound. 

He chokes on his end at that, swiping the panties off of him to replace the feeling of fabric with the feeling of his closed fist. His precum smears beautifully, offering him the sensation that if he squeezes hard enough, he can imagine that he’s fucking into your warm and wet cunt. He can hear how wet you sound and it’s driving him up a fucking wall not being able to physically see you do it in front of him. 

“This is all I'm going to think about tomorrow–” He groans out, tightening his fist even more and bucking his hips into it. “You sound so,”

“Wet for you?”

That’s all it takes before Jake is gasping out a string of curses, the orgasm both sending him into a sobering world of pleasure and an even drunker state of wanting you to himself. Strings of white spurting all along his belly and going as far as his chin, he throws his other hand up and bites hard against the skin on his knuckle as he works through it.

 He doesn’t want to moan through this, he wants to hear just how fast your fingers are moving, how fast you’d want him to fuck you. He wants to think about how you must be imagining him right now, feeling good and breaking the rules for him. 

Finally, after an embarrassingly long orgasm from Jake, his room goes silent and his ears tune in to the speaker on his phone. You’re cooing, letting out pretty little breaths between the smacking sounds of your palms coming into contact with your clit as you fuck yourself. He can’t believe you’re doing this with him, and even after his own orgasm he’s still incredibly aroused despite his cock softening. 

“You still there?” You groan out. He can tell the phone is closer to what your hands are doing than it is to your face, but he doesn’t mind.

“I’m still here–” He swallows hard, catching his breath as he practically studies the audio you’re feeding to him. 

“I bet that felt good,” You compliment his orgasm that was glaringly obvious on your end. You imagine he doesn’t even recognize that his hand was audible against his cock, and the sheer speed you heard of what he was doing made your clenching walls ache with everything you shouldn’t be wanting.”Wish I could see you right now–” 

Jake did contemplate face timing you instead, but that was crossing more of a line in his head than just calling you. Plus, he would have probably hidden himself from view the entire time. It’s not like he expected to actually have you fucking yourself on the other end of the line, but here you are, and here he is, cum all over him. 

He snaps a quick photo for you, and in your head you whimper a small “yes” at the sound of the shutter from his camera. 

“Send it.” You demand softly, pulling your phone from your stomach and holding it in front of your face. 

He does as you ask and feels embarrassed by the pools of cum all over his stomach. The photo consists mostly of his chest down. You can see his plush and bitten lips at the top of the photo though, and his quite big softening cock lying spent against his stomach, smearing some of the cum across his belly. 

Jake listens to your reaction and hum of approval when you look at the photo, a small blush fanning his cheeks out of pure adoration for you rather than lust at this moment. He listens intently, unsure of if you’re going to work yourself to orgasm or hang up on him before he gets the chance to hear it. 

The point is, Jake is getting a part of you that only Sunghoon should have, and he will be damned to pretend he doesn’t like it. 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Waking up with an immense amount of guilt in your head, you almost bail at going to Sunghoon’s house this weekend. You’ve already called out of work simply because you find yourself thinking of Jake more than you should, and the guilt only wavers from you feeling like a piece of shit, to almost being a thought that you can push aside. 

Sunghoon would kill Jake if he found out, and you, what would he even do with you? Break up with you? Insult you? 

Still, the thought of him finding out is the only reason you feel guilty. Because you still don’t regret showing Jake, letting him hear you, or hearing and seeing him. In fact, you don’t intend to stop either. You want him too much at this point, and he seems to be in the same place as you when it comes to this situation. Jake wouldn’t tell on you because then, he would be telling on himself. 

After all, he only moved in with Sunghoon so he could taste freedom outside of his parent’s house. The strict curfews, the password protected websites despite him being a fucking adult, the supervision of his own money and belongings. Sunghoon knew the pain of living there, and that’s why he accepted Jake with open arms. 

Sunghoon was a good brother and an even better boyfriend. You and Jake on the other hand? Jake’s an awful brother and you’re an even worse girlfriend. Sunghoon doesn’t deserve any of this, and he doesn’t deserve any of what’s to come either. You’re in too deep with Jake now though, and the glaring attraction is too strong to ignore. 

Never in your life did you think you could find yourself being unfaithful, let alone with your own boyfriend’s sibling, yet here you are. Only guilty if you get caught. 

Jake had texted you at least three thousand times with apologies throughout the night and morning. Admitting that his head hurt too much this morning to be realizing what the two of you did. He said he wouldn’t approach you when you come over, apologized again, and then promised to never tell Sunghoon and to never hold it against you if you think he’s weird for doing all of that to you.

Reading over his string of messages, you realize that Jake is blaming himself. He feels like he’s taking advantage of you and wanting you to feel secure and safe in something you did without a second thought. 

On his end though, Jake is in his room staring at the two photos you sent to him the night before. Partially wondering if it was all just a dream at first, these pictures of you are the truth of how you feel towards him though. At least last night, that’s how it was. So, when you never text him back today? He doesn’t think too hard about why despite his heart feeling shattered by it. 

When you still show up at that day, he doesn’t question that you’re not eye fucking him the second you walk in through the door either. 

Jake was once again lounging on the couch when you walked in and Sunghoon was nowhere in sight. He hadn’t texted you either. Awkwardly, Jake speaks up before you can question it.

“He told me to let you know that he was gonna be late again. Said something about knowing you’d spam him with needy text messages while he’s in a last-minute work meeting.”

You look to the floor for a second, wondering if the real reason Sunghoon didn’t text you personally like he always did is because he found out somehow. 

“Oh.” You sigh, slipping off your shoes and feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you. 

“He doesn’t know, don’t worry–” Jake assures you as he stands to his feet and heads towards his room. “Sorry about last night, I won't do that again.”

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You’ve been slouched against Sunghoon’s couch for at least an hour by now and your mind is still doing a back and forth between taking advantage of this alone time with Jake, or worrying about how you shouldn’t be left alone with him at all.

The glaringly obvious issue in your head right now is the fact that you’re alone with Jake and you’re not upset about it. Jake assured you that Sunghoon didn’t find out, and the fact that Jake is the best source of finding out exactly what Sunghoon knows is more of a comfort than anything to you right now. 

Thinking back to the night before, you remember releasing your orgasm on the phone and hearing him compliment you through it. You have the photo of him saved within your gallery, hidden from your too-trusting boyfriend’s eyes. It was the first time you’ve ever seen Jake’s lower half bare. He really is huge, and it’s a shame, really, that you want it so badly.

It’s not even shocking to you at this point that you can feel guilty and anxious one moment and immediately switch into some sex-starved beast at the very thought of Jake. 

“maybe ill take care of it for you someday, who knows?” The text message you sent to him spreads across your thoughts, knowing full well that you’re probably going to get intimate with Sunghoon later, the least you can do is let Jake have some first if he wants it, right? 

You cautiously stand to your feet with a deep breath. The fact that you allow yourself to continuously dig the hole deeper for yourself? So deep that you’ll never be able to pull yourself from it? It’s laughable at how tiny of a worry that is in your mind when you know that Jake is seething in his bedroom right now.

 Maybe it's just what Jake does to your thoughts? The images of him are too good to be able to ignore, the guilt not nearly enough to make you stop wanting him. 

Sunghoon isn’t in your mind when you reach into your bag and grab the soiled panties you had soaked completely the night before, and Sunghoon barely exists at all in your thoughts when you make your way down the hall and lean against Jake’s closed door. 

“I wouldn’t say no.” was what Jake had messaged you before, guess now is the time to find out. 

Opening his door without so much as a knock, Jake doesn't appear to notice you at all as his back stays turned and he focuses on the screen in front of him. The large headset is sitting comfortably on his ears and you’re sure that the volume is up far too loud to be healthy. You can hear his friend’s yelling directions, where enemies are hiding and where they’re headed next. 

You smirk for a moment, noting how much of a typical college boy Jake is. Messy room, messy hair, messy relationship with his brother’s girlfriend. You can imagine he feels pride in what he was able to do with you, and that’s not even an ego boost on your end. 

You wonder if he’s told his friends anything at all. Not about who he likes or who he’s been getting intimate with even if not too-directly, but like, that he’s been getting fed sexual fantasies by someone in general. You wonder if he talks you up, then again, what if he hasn’t mentioned it at all? 

Why does that thought upset you?

“Where were you last night anyway?” You hear over the too-loud headset as you come up behind Jake with the panties in your hand. 

“Busy getting laid, unlike you losers.” Jake boasts, but you snicker at how he’s both lying and telling the truth.

“Bullshit–” You hear another insult coming through his headset before you finally are right behind him. 

Part of you wants to prove him right so his friends think he’s cool or something, but then again, what if they recognize your voice? Surely these are his friends from back home, some two to three hours from this city. Surely they don’t know you, right?

“No, really.” You lean down against Jake’s headset and speak in a tone that isn’t too common for you and he freezes. 

“Now, hold on–” A voice sounds through his headset and you can’t help but feel happy for him in the way they, for some reason, can’t believe Jake’s got some girl in this city interested in him. 

When Jake tries to turn his body to look at you, you hold the chair in place. Knowing yourself how headsets work, you lift his mic until it clicks, hoping to god the mute function works like it’s supposed to and start talking.

“Don’t move, keep playing if you want.” You say, dangling the panties over his head and lowering them in front of his face.

More arousing than gross, you watch Jake’s face fall forward against them. Part of him can’t believe you’re really doing this right now despite leaving his messages on read. But you are, and these are the panties that he thought about all last night and most of today. He really meant it when he said that would be the only thing he would be thinking about, and here you are, keeping the promise of giving them to him.

Reaching up and clutching the panties, Jake tries to turn towards you again. 

“Stay,” You say. “And hush.” You lower his mic back into place where he is no longer muted and listen as his friends go from talking shit to starting up another game. 

From behind his chair, you’re a little shocked at how good he is at following what you say. He doesn’t move, but you can hear his breathing and the way he struggles to balance it in order to remain some-what normal sounding to his friends when they address him. His fingers are shaking against his keyboard as the game starts, and you think he’s probably thought about this happening to him hundreds of times before. 

Maybe not with you, but still. 

Gamer boys always want this kind of thing. Some girl prodding and tugging at them, sucking them off under the table as they boast to their friends how they can be getting head and still getting gold damage by the time the match is over. 

All you can think about right now is being the person to fulfill the fantasies you assume he has. More turned on by the idea that Jake must want it so badly from you than admitting how badly you want it to be true. 

 When you reach around him, lying your hand against his lap, he’s already incredibly hard and stares down at it as the countdown screen on his game begins. 

From out of sight, you don’t want Jake to see you. In fact, you want to see how badly he plates this game through this, because it’s not only cute but will actually be fucking hilarious. Especially because it’s the first time you’re moving on him rather than him grinding against whatever you have to offer.

Ignoring the call outs of enemies in game, both of you spiral into a world of your own again when you grab his length from over his sweatpants and just–you just hold him for a moment. The weight of it grows much heavier as he somehow manages to get more hard at the fact that you’re in the room with him. Plus, for Jake at least, your used panties sitting right there only drives his cock further to pulse and beg for your hand. 

“Jesus–” Jake groans when you grab him.

“Jesus is right, you haven’t moved from that fucking building you cuck-” Some guy shouts from his head set.

“Shut the fuck up Heeseung, you’re literally in bronze.” Another man shouts.

Jake is silent save for a sharp inhale when you squeeze your palm around him. He knows if he even tries to talk shit right now all of his friends would just fucking know how desperate and embarrassing he is around you. That’s the last thing he needs.

Finally, after a few moments of palming him through his pants, you dip right in. He doesn’t shy away from it either, spreading his legs from under his desk and lifting his ass up slightly so you can pull the pants down to let his cock spring free. 

You silently gasp noting how Jake is even bigger than the photos gave him credit for, thicker than you genuinely imagined now that you see it from over his shoulder. Jake tries to turn his head this time to look at you, but you’re quick to catch his cheek and turn it back to the screen with a chuckle. 

Gripping him again, Jake sighs into his mic and his friend’s screaming goes silent. You’re quick to lift his mic into the muted position just to offer some sort of escape from embarrassment now seeing that he’s incredibly willing to let you do this while his ego is on the line.

“You want them to hear?” You ask, feeling his hips slightly buck into your grip. That sends shivers down your spine, finally feeling it for the first time.

“I don’t care–” He sighs desperately, thrusting his hips up harder. “Please, just don’t stop.”

The way he says it, for some reason, sounds so fucking broken that you could honestly swirl this chair around and impale yourself on him without so much as a second thought. But you contain yourself, now moving your grip up his length and thumbing over the head to feel the sheer amount of pre-cum spilling out of him

“Alright, Jakey.” You soothe, lowering his mic for the last time and wondering just how much he’s going to let his shithead friends hear.

For a few moments, you gently jerk him off just to see his hips chase your fist. He’s needy in the way he moves his body but very fucking good at acting as you start to count each kill he manages to get through this. 

By the time you hear his friends praise him, you feel a little competitive yourself. Shy, needy, desperate little Jake thinks he can get through a game the very first time you actually touch him? Perhaps he thinks he is giving you what you want, but what you want is to see him fall apart. 

You move your hand faster, watching him from behind as he chokes up and slams his head against the headrest of his chair, nearly knocking the headphones off of him. 

“God,” Jake moans, knowing full well that his friends wouldn’t suspect anything if he says such a thing. 

You know that was for you though, so you continue. The rhythm of your hand moving from a slow drag to something painfully fast and unfathomably good. Jake’s head is spinning, thrusting his hips up and gripping his computer mouse so tightly that he thinks he could crush it in his grip. 

When his pre-cum is essentially drenching your palm, the slide of your hand keeps a fast pace, pulling groans out of him every few seconds. 

Jake can’t hold himself back anymore, slamming his head against the headrest of his seat yet again, this time his headset sliding off of his head and falls into the floor. He lols his head from side to side as he finally lets out a full-throated moan, shooting a hand to your wrist and holding it in place so that he can fuck up into it. 

You gasp at that, his grip harsh and far less gentle than you’d expect. The muffled screams of his friends are blatantly obvious and you can’t bring yourself to care if the mic muted itself during its descent to the floor or not. 

He’s choking each moan that threatens to be too loud, and honestly, you can tell he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He goes from releasing your hand just to stare down at the way you grip him, to grabbing it again and fucking into it harder. 

It’s way too endearing seeing him like this. 

He tries to turn to see you again shortly after, so desperate to kiss you, so desperate just to fucking see what you like like when you’re doing this to him, but you do your best to remain behind him as you grab the base of his cock and cause him to groan in pain.

“Let me see you–” He nearly sobs in a frustrated way, and for a moment you contemplate letting him. 

“Let me hear you.” You respond, keeping that same, painfully tight, grip against him and dragging it up to his head, enveloping it and sending sensitive shocks throughout his body. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jake writhes under the painful grasp, but his hips still chase when you drag your hand back down. 

He’s no longer being quiet, no longer pretending to care about his dead character on the screen, re-spawning and dying every few seconds. He’s a free kill for any enemy player right now and you can tell his friend’s are pissed in the way the screaming from the headset gets louder despite the distance. 

The chat box on screen is being spammed just as aggressively, and Jake can barely even open his eyes to process it. 

“You were playing so well,” You coo out, shifting forward a bit and placing your chin on his shoulder. “What happened, Jakey?” 

He softly moans at the nickname you’ve now used more than once, eyes half open as he glances down at how fast your hand is moving compared to your soft, balanced voice against his ear. He turns his head quickly, trying to catch you off guard, but you pull away.

“Wanna see me so bad, huh?” You chuckle, working him up and knowing that he’s got to be close with the way he shamelessly moans in the most annoyed, frustrated way. 

“Let me kiss you.” He grunts, bucking his hips aggressively, now chasing in full that painful grip you’re keeping against him so well. “I’ll keep my eyes closed, please.”

You contemplate again giving him what he wants, but you figure he’s already getting more than enough. 

“Oh? You’ll keep your eyes closed? Don’t you want to look at me?” 

Jake is desperate now, hands moving to the armrests of his chair as he grips them hard, hips wildly stuttering in your grasp. 

“Fuck, yes.” He lets out, dropping his head with a deep breath and then throwing his head back with an even longer moan. 

You can’t tell if that was him answering you, or simply reacting to what his body is feeling, and you don’t really care. He’s already there, walking on the thin line of orgasm and willing to take whatever it is you give him. He no longer wants anything, he’s just experiencing. 

You watch him from behind very closely, the shiver running from his toes straight to his ears was obvious enough.

“That’s it,” You whisper from behind. “Give it to me.”

Jake’s entire body tenses against the chair, you can feel it stress from the way his legs spread wider and his hips go from quick thrusts to short, drawn-out drags against your palm. The image of him doing that between your legs washes over every single one of your thoughts. He would do that. Burying himself so deeply as he spills out inside of you, thrusting in and slowly dragging his hips out, just to thrust in again to push his seed impossibly deeper.

“That’s so hot,” Jake comments with a deep breath, and only then do you realize the small moan you’d let out during that intense thought of him. Especially as you watch his cum is spill out in loads, leaving a mess all over himself and your hands.

Finally, after making a mess of him, you smile to yourself and do your best to appear not as flustered as you actually are.

Either way, a job well done. 

You opt to make a grand exit, saying nothing after releasing his cock and sauntering out of the room in silence to leave him to his thoughts. You could still hear his friends screaming through the microphone, and he doesn’t even call out after you. Jake must feel on top of the world right now, because you know that you do.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Sunghoon comes home later than he did last time, tired and droopy. He finds himself drawn to you more than usual, noting that your eyes are sparkling a little brighter upon walking through his door. 

You put Jake in the back of your head much like you always tried to do when Sunghoon is around you these days. Your love for your boyfriend is still blatant and honest when you’re next to him, not at all feeling pity for Jake having to see it. Jake should know who it is you love, despite the fact that you jerked him off mere hours ago.

When Sunghoon is next to you, when his arm is around you and his eyes are on you, you don’t question for a second that everything you’ve been doing behind his back will come back on you, and it’ll be well-deserved pain. But there’s still a part of you that hopes you can keep Sunghoon forever and always be happy beside him. You’re actively betraying him, his own flesh and blood is helping you dig this hole deeper and deeper. So deep that Sunghoon can’t even see the bottom where Jake’s got his hands on you. 

Fully intending to keep them both, you find yourself feeling more fulfilled despite the awful moral. Sunghoon isn’t willing to share, but Jake is. 

And you, you don’t have to share.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Saturday was as normal as always. Jake pops in and out of his room, not even once acting as if something suspicious is going on. If anything, Sunghoon is a little more happy to see you spend time with Jake when he’s not in his room.

 It was awkward at first. Jake’s always been shy but it seems like he’s loosened up after realizing you’re a permanent part of the picture for as long as you’re with Sunghoon. He’s endeared by the way you bully his brother the same way he does. 

Even that little crush Jake had on you when he first met you appears to have fallen into more of a sibling-like relationship to Sunghoon. He thought it was cute that Jake had a crush, after all, it’s you. Sunghoon fucking fell head over heels when you gave him attention and wouldn’t be caught dead releasing his grip on you once he asked you to be his girlfriend. The point is, Sunghoon knew Jake had a small crush but was pleased to see it turn into something more casual and comfortable.

 He likes his life, loves his girlfriend, and loves his brother. Nothing could get better than spending time with the two of you, even if Jake jumps up to go be a recluse in his room from time to time.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Jake,” Heeseung grits through the mic. 

“What?” Jake sighs nonchalantly, throwing his arms behind his head as he smiles to himself through the webcam.

“You should be embarrassed.” Heeseung argues. “We didn’t wanna hear that shit.”

“I muted him.” Jay says with a shrug through his own camera.. 

“Yeah, me too.” Jungwon follows up, all eyes now falling to Heeseung, who is avoiding the camera and scratching the back of his neck with a shrug.

“I was in a tight situation! I couldn’t tab out.” Heeseung defends himself easily, still a darker shade than usual.

“I think she wanted you guys to hear.” Jake laughs quietly, whispering. 

“Why are you whispering?” Jay asks, leaning forward towards his camera as if Jake was about to whisper out again, this time with a deeper secret. 

Instead, Jake shifts his eyes and changes the subject. As much as he would love to tell his friends that he’s managed to get a handjob (not the foot thing) from his brother’s girlfriend, he’s sure they’d have a little more respect for him. But it feels like a betrayal to say it out loud, regardless of how hot the idea is in his head.

“Because my brother is with his girlfriend and it’s weird if they know what happens when they’re not here.” Jake explains, receiving a nod from everyone.

“She left her panties,” Jake now adds in a cheeky voice, removing his hands from behind his head and sitting up from his relaxed position. “Wanna see?”

Heeseung was, obviously, the first to nod his head and Jake didn’t really need the others to agree anyway, because they’re a group of college guys who are always either talking about getting laid or how to raise their rank when playing competitive games.

“Damn,” Jay laughs as he sees the thin fabric come into view. “Are they dirty?” 

“Oh yeah,” Jake boasts, spreading out the fabric and bringing them close to the camera. 

“That’s so gross.” Heeseung waves them off, averting his eyes and trying to pretend he’s not interested.

“Jake’s full of shit.” Jungwon chimes in quickly, only to be shut down by Heeseung’s weird need to defend.

“You heard her talk to him through the mic, there’s no way he’s lying.” 

“Uh, no I didn’t. I had him muted the second I saw his hero standing in the middle of the map without moving.” Jay argues back.

“Well, I lied, I didn’t mute him.” Jungwon finally admits. “Still, though. There’s no way she gave you those.”

Jake can’t stop smiling. The fact that he can barely believe what happened himself is enough not to argue. They’re your panties, that’s your scent in them, and that was your hand wrapped around him yesterday. 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Waking up on Sunday felt, again, normal. You hadn’t heard Jake through the walls the night before but Sunghoon sure did. He mostly drowned out the sounds by putting in his headphones though, unlike what you would have done. Sunghoon did, however, wake up hard considering the two of you passed out the night before without so much as a lingering hand.

To his dismay, you groan at his roaming hands as he wakes you up. Sunghoon knows you love being woken up this way, but he also knows to stop if you’re making a sound like this over it. 

“What’s wrong?” He says, pulling his hand back and instead, placing it on your waist so that he can pull you closer and into a cuddle. 

You don’t respond, cracking an eye open and immediately feeling your head pound at the sunlight shining through the windows. You feel bad that since thursday, the only intimacy you’ve had has been with Jake despite being in love with the man against you. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that you immediately, physically, feel like shit this morning, you’d be jumping Sunghoon’s bones. 

“Head is pounding.” 

“Ah,” Sunghoon smiles, hugging you against him and rubbing circles against your skin with his thumb. “It’s okay, you can sleep in. I’m gonna go make some breakfast.”

Your boyfriend’s good mood doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does your headache. You take him up on that offer and immediately fall back to sleep.

Later, you wake to Sunghoon gently patting your cheek. 

“You want some food? Might help?” 

You nod, squinting your eyes and sitting up a little too quickly. You glance around as he turns away and heads back towards the kitchen, and then you stretch your arms out. Things feel too fucking normal for you to be doing what you’ve been doing. This headache is well fucking deserved, surely. 

Making your way into the kitchen, you note that Jake’s bedroom door is open but he isn’t anywhere to be found.

“Where’s Jake?” You ask casually, sitting down at the table and rubbing your temples.

“Said something about one of his friends coming to a city nearby and wanting to go hang out with him. Probably Heeseung.” 

Your heart starts beating in your ears at the thought that you really thought Sunghoon wouldn’t know any of Jake’s friends. Sure, you thought that maybe they were just online friends, or maybe people Jake met after Sunghoon moved out of his parent’s house, but you recognize that fucking name. 

Thankfully, you had changed your voice just slightly as you spoke to Jake the other day. Surely this isn’t what would ruin the entire arrangement.

“Ah,” You groan. “Finally we have the house to ourselves and I have to wake up with a migraine? What lousy luck.” 

“It’s okay, really.” Sunghoon smiles, sitting a plate of food down in front of you. “Besides, we both know you like the thrill of needing to be quiet.” 

He’s joking, you know he is, but it was the truth before this whole thing with Jake started. 

“If we really wanted to be alone, I'd be at your apartment every weekend.”Your boyfriend adds, planting a kiss to the top of your head and heading towards the medicine cabinet. “Little weird that it has to be my brother that we are keeping quiet from, but whatever.”

“Didn’t know i’d be this into it, honestly.” You admit, feeling open enough to at least tell him that you’re very into the idea of someone hearing you. You just won't admit that you want it to be Jake.

“I mean, I personally am not into this type of thing. It’s a little uncomfortable for me.” Sunghoon sits down and hands you two painkillers. “But I doubt he’s actually listening. I apologized after the first time and he said he usually just puts in headphones and goes to sleep.”

You hold back the smile of Jake’s blatant lies towards Sunghoon. 

“So, I guess I don’t entirely mind feeding into your little fantasies of being heard, or caught, or whatever.”

Your boyfriend waves off the conversation with a smile, ultimately willing the fact that it is weird to him out of his head. If that was a new thing you realized you liked, the only way you would have found out is by having someone else in the house when the two of you do those things. Unfortunately, Jake’s the reason. 

 In Sunghoon’s head, he’s mature enough to discuss it like an adult with his brother. Guidelines and rules, moving Jake in wasn’t going to change his sex life with you, if anything, he had already told Jake to invest in some decent headphones or earplugs because he’s gonna hear some shit otherwise.

You allow the conversation to die as you work up an appetite. Thankfully Sunghoon is an amazing cook, though he only did it one or two nights a week considering how spent his job makes him feel. You’re thankful he cooked this morning, and even more thankful for these two little pills that will hopefully knock your headache out within the hour.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Come Monday, you’re thankful you get to work from home. You sleep in and try your best not to think about the fact that Sunghoon knows the friends that heard you be intimate with Jake. You’re even more thankful for this week away from your boyfriend’s house because, even though you’ve processed everything, you feel like you should probably be alone for a while and really think about what you’re doing.

When Jake is around or texting you, it’s hard to think straight because you genuinely want him so fucking bad. And when Sunghoon is beside you, or texting you, all you can do is imagine a future with him.

The once bright, clear future of Sunghoon in a tuxedo standing in front of you at some extravagant altar becomes a little more foggy at the thought of where Jake would fit into it. Would he be behind Sunghoon, watching him marry you to start a real life together? Would he be somewhere in the crowd, waiting to object and expose you for the awful girlfriend you are? Or even worse, would he not be there at all? Running away and disappearing never to insert himself into your life or his brother’s life ever again?

You don’t want to think about the future right now. Everything you’ve been doing has been so selfish and so fucking fulfilling that you can’t bring yourself to feel any amount of pity for Sunghoon and the way he trusts you fully. You never once gave him a reason to not trust you, and you think maybe Jake hasn’t given him a reason either. 

But god, he shouldn’t trust either of you at all. He’s at work, making money, living his life with a supposed loving girlfriend all while offering his little brother an ounce of freedom. What does he get in response to his hard work and kindness? His brother wanting to tongue fuck his girlfriend? And worse yet, his girlfriend wants it even more than his brother does? 

Your mind is burning through scenarios all day if you have it in you to feel bad. Another scenario involves you, married to Sunghoon and sneaking Jake out of your bed when Sunghoon returns from work. Even more scenarios of Sunghoon finding out and hating you forever, leaving you and meeting someone better. How could you have them both and keep it going? Is something like that even possible?

Then you get a text.The glaring reality blows right past your head when you’re expecting it to be Jake but you see Sunghoon’s name on the screen. You still feel just as excited though. 

Sunghoon: good news and great news

You: oh? 

Sunghoon: Good news: a co-worker has family issues and had to drop out of the business trip coming up.

You were about to question why that’s good news, but then Sunghoon quickly texts again.

Sunghoon: great news: i am now being asked to attend the event and it could get me a pretty big promotion. 

You: You’re gonna go right?? When is it?

Honestly, the way your heart swells at your boyfriend moving up in the world could knock anyone on their feet. No one would ever guess what you do behind his back, because again, you haven’t lost an ounce of love for this man and you probably never will.

Sunghoon: I leave tomorrow if I accept.

You: how long is it? do you need help packing since it’s such short notice?

Sunghoon: only three days, so i’d be back on friday and still get to see you this weekend

You: it’s a win/win! i can come over tonight since i’m working from home today.

Sunghoon: you good to sleep over and drop me off in the morning at the airport? i can give them an answer now so they can work out the transport and get the tickets transferred to me. 

You: you didn’t need to even ask!! you should have immediately said yes! I’ll be over tonight, i’m proud of you babe! 

Sunghoon: love you :) 

And so there it is. The glaring issue about to become a blatant, full blown affair. And like, you don’t want to get it twisted. You are so fucking proud of Sunghoon and so fucking glad that everything in his life appears to be rushing him straight to major success, but also, he’s going to be gone for three days and that’s three days to try and get over this whole Jake phase. By using Jake. By fucking him, specifically.

It doesn’t help that just a few moments later, presumably after Sunghoon lets Jake know the plan, Jake is texting you.

Jake: Sunghoon’s leaving for 3 days

You: yep 

Jake: ….do i even need to say it

You: nope

Jake: gonna clean my room

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Dropping Sunghoon off is weirdly bitter sweet. His confidence is clearly through the roof as he kisses you goodbye. Even after he walks away, he quickly rushes back to you and asks for a second kiss, citing it’s for good luck. You knew he’d do amazing for this event, even with it so last minute. Everything Sunghoon did was with effort and thought put into it. You’re not the only person who sees it either. 

That was the sweet part anyway. The bitter part is the guilt finally coming to you like it should have weeks ago. The fact that Sunghoon is walking off to get on an airplane and Jake is at home cleaning his room to fuck you in it? It’s obvious that you don’t deserve either of them. 

Still, the guilt hitting you now is unnerving. It took so long to come, and only consumes you when Sunghoon isn’t around to nearly witness the infidelity? Shaking yourself of disgust, you head out of the airport and still find yourself pulling into Sunghoon’s driveway against your better judgement. 

You sit in your car for a moment, thinking back on all of those small moments with Jake, wondering now if you still want him or if those moments were enough to satisfy the curiosity of what could be. 

As expected, with a huff, you accept the fact that even through the guilt, you still want him.

Stepping out of your car and walking up to the door felt too unfamiliar and nerve wracking, especially with the fact that you can hear your heart skip beats and your body melt away into the hole you fucking dug for yourself. However, the moment Jake opens the door and looks at you, before you can even unlock it yourself, every single guilt ridden thought disappears. 

You don’t know what it is about him, and surely you’ve never felt this way before, because goddamn is it a blinding kind of feeling. Thinking back as you look at him, he seems different now despite having the same face and body language.

 Before, Jake was cute with his little crush. Weird even, with the way he lingered for too long to see you kiss his brother. Now, when you look at him, he looks like he isn’t at all the cute, shy little brother. He’s Jake, a man with wants and needs that have your name written all over them. You can’t fucking help yourself, and now being able to indulge yourself fully along side him, Sunghoon is drowned out in the back of your mind, as usual when you find yourself alone with Jake. 

Jake is still shy and timid in the way he moves but he knows just as well as you do what’s about to happen and isn’t at all shying away from the fact that he’s about to fulfill every dirty little thought he’s had about you since he met you. Hell, since he saw photos of you that Sunghoon sent before he ever met you.

On cloud nine, Jake is timid when he, for the first time, makes a move on you himself. It’s shocking that he does it at all if you’re being honest, but you lean into him on instinct. All he does is grab your hand, a touch that wouldn’t raise suspicions at all in Sunghoon if he were to see it, but to you it’s the most intimate thing he could do at this moment. Because he’s leading you, and his eyes are hungry and unable to pull from you. 

Not a single word is said, everything already spoken and understood with nothing more than the look when he opened that fucking door. Jake leads you to his room, and the energy in the air is so electrifying that it scares you. Never has a touch to your hand, or a leading pull to a bedroom made you feel so weightless. 

You think back to when you held his length in your hand, you had all of the power that day. Now, you don’t think Jake realizes what he could get away with. You’re falling into the same mindset you have with Sunghoon, one where you want, need, and could beg to be touched, but you still yourself from falling too far into it. 

Jake is even more gentle when he lets your hand go and turns towards you with a deep sigh, as if he’s preparing his entire being for what’s coming. Both of you like a deer in headlights, as if this wasn’t intentional or planned, you smile at him. 

Jake lets out a nervous laugh at your smile, shaking his head and looking down. He’s already stiff beneath his pants, which are conveniently unbuttoned and unzipped already. Even you, shamelessly wearing a dress with no panties. Sunghoon thought it was for him, and he damn well did fuck you this morning while on a confident-high before you took him to the airport.

You knew Jake could hear it, and he didn’t appear to care because in all fairness, Jake did not give a damn. He knew you weren’t his at that moment, but you fucking would be before the night is up. The next three days, you’re his. Even if he never has you again.

That deer-in-the-headlights look from Jake fades as his eyes take you in without hiding it for the first time. You imagine he will fall apart if he were to trace his hands under your dress and find that you are completely bare, you imagine you would fall apart much faster if he touched you at all.

It happens so fast. Too fast, almost, with the way he steps up to you confidently. You just now realize that he’s taller than you when he skews his head and looks down at your lips. Well, you knew he was taller than you, but at this moment he seems so much bigger than usual. 

 His breathing is uneven as he stares at your lips and you can tell he’s doing his best to be confident because you haven’t made a move towards him at all like you usually would. 

Looking up at him, you want to reach up and grip his hair. His lips are so plush, clearly freshly coated with chapstick. His skin is practically glowing save for the few blemishes that the fringe on his forehead covers, you find yourself wondering if he’s taking this moment to study you too.

“I’m having a really hard time holding back,” Jake whispers out, inches from your face. “This is going to be embarrassing for me.”

“Don’t hold back.” You encourage him without doubt, hoping that he can break past that last little boundary the two of you haven’t crossed yet. The one where he can kiss you, touch you, have you. Only because you can’t bring yourself to do it at this moment, for some reason.

The feeling of his lips touching yours is more bruising than you think he intended them to be, but the desperate feeling was all the same as your own, you think. Never have you actually stopped to think of kissing him or how he would go about it. Like running in blind, you’re learning that Jake knows what to do with his tongue, how to pace himself despite not wanting to, and how to reach up and hold your face in such a way that you feel like this could very well be a dream.

A perfect dream. 

His hands are cupping your face though, you can feel the way his fingertips press into your cheeks as he makes his attempts to deepen the kiss. And fuck, he’s kissing you like you’re his girlfriend. He still moves his lips in a hungry and desperate way though, in a way that has you struggling to breathe by the force of it alone. 

When his hands drop from your face and fall to your waist, every new place he touches feels like it’s set ablaze. You press forward against his chest, walking him back as you lick into to kiss, all the way until he falls back on his bed with a happy and dazed ‘oof’ sound. 

Still, his face is slack as he stares up at you, eyes struggling to stay trained on your face for too long as you begin to take off your jacket and reach over to pull at his shirt. So badly do you want to see him shirtless again, and he doesn’t argue, eagerly lifting it off of his body and lying back again. 

Now that the initial intimacy has been established, you finally come back to yourself, thinking more clearly and finding a small list in your head of things you want and need to do for him. Starting with letting him really look at you.

“I know how much you like my panties–” You smile, standing in front of him and trying to keep your eyes averted from his length threatening to break through his pants. 

“Yes, god, let me see it.” Jake urges you, tilting his head with a swallow and training his eyes on your thighs. 

He thinks you must be wearing the prettiest pair today, for him, not for his brother. But when you lift your leg and straddle him, his face contorts to confusion and then to pleasure when you sit against his cock. Of course, with the fabric covering his length, he still can’t tell that you’re not actually wearing any panties at all.

“You wanna see?” You ask for his clarification, bunching your dress up in your hands and preparing to lift it so he can see your bare folds sitting against him. 

Jake blinks at you, nodding his head and nibbling on his bottom lip. He’s doing everything in his power not to reach up and grab your waist just to guide you on him. He’s afraid to move too fast, he’s afraid to embarrass himself with how fucking desperate he is for you right now.

“Look.” You say, nodding between your legs and lifting your dress.

“Oh god,” Jake gasps as his eyes focus on the fact that you’re leaving a small wet spot against his pants. 

That’s your pussy on him. 

Without a second thought his hands are on your waist, pushing and pulling you forward and backwards on his lap. You blink hard at the sensation of the fabric rubbing against your lips harshly, and then open your eyes to look at him again.

He is still staring between your legs, almost losing himself to this alone. Then again, it’s the first time he’s ever seen you bare and he cannot get past the fact that Sunghoon gets to see it whenever he fucking wants to. 

“I can feel it–” Jake chokes back in a happy groan, referring to your slick seeping through his pants and onto him. 

You smile at him, now moving your hips on your own as you pull his hands away and push them to lay above his head. If he thinks this is good, you want to see how fast he reaches for you again.

It’s so easy when you lift yourself up, and incredibly cute in the way his eyes follow your pussy when you lift. He doesn’t even realize that you shove his sweats down and sit right back down, this time coating him in full with your slippery folds. 

“God, fuck,” He moans in disbelief, and just as expected his hands shoot to your waist and hold you down against him. You’re not sure if it’s intentional or not, but he’s incredibly sexy in the way he moves without thinking. 

“Fuck?” You question cutely, forcing your hips to slide up his length despite him trying to hold you there. 

“How are you already so wet?” He questions in a groan, still trying to process the fact that this is actually happening. His grip on you loosens, letting you move and instead grabbing the hem of your dress himself and holding it up so he can watch you slide against him better. 

“How are you so big?” You try to compliment back, feeling him between your folds and wondering just how deep he could fuck you if he so wanted to. “So, so big.” You groan out this time, feeling the head of his cock bumping against your clit every few seconds.

Jake obviously doesn’t answer, his fingers are gripping your dress so tightly and his eyes are burning the image of you doing this into his head. He never wants to forget this moment of feeling you against him for probably the first and last time, because in all realness, this can’t happen again if he thinks too hard about it. 

“I want to fuck you so bad,” He admits suddenly, out of breath. “Just this once, please.” 

You nod cutely, swiping his hands away from your dress and lifting it off of you in full. His eyes are now glued to your tits and whatever it was he was saying is long forgotten as he watches them jiggle when you slide up against him again.

The way he shuts up is entirely too arousing. You can see him thinking about you, practically able to see him process every part of your body on top of him. 

“Take your pants off, Jakey.” You finally say, frustrated that clothing always gets in the way of things. 

He does as he’s told when you stand to your feet in wait, and instantly he’s lifting himself and grabbing you, pulling you right back on him. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jake whines, pushing your hips against him and keeping himself upright so that your tits are pressed right up against his own, careful not to fall back against the mattress so he can plant his lips against your neck. “Oh my god, you have no idea.”

You feel a bite and pull back from him, hips stilling in short panic.

“Don’t–” You scold him, and he simply nods and goes back to kissing against your neck and shoulder, because if that’s the only thing he can’t do in this situation, he’d be a damn idiot to argue with you about it.

“Right, wouldn’t want him knowing that I got you this wet, right?” Jake mocks the situation as a whole as his confidence blooms, using reality as a form of ego boost, hoping to god that you lean into it rather than run from it. “He’d know I do it better.”

It makes you a little angry, but you get it. Jake’s confidence must be through the roof because never would you have imagined him speaking to you like this, or mentioning his brother at all at a time like this. 

“Prove it and maybe I’ll play along.” You try to challenge him, but you know that he might actually be right. 

His size rivals his brother’s, but can he work it the same way? Can the shy, timid little brother actually satisfy you the way your boyfriend does?

Jake pulls back from kissing your neck only for a moment, moving to your lips and wincing at the feeling of your folds sliding against him still, maybe he did get a little too cocky there. 

“Prove it?” He breathes against your lips, gripping your waist tighter and guiding you up. 

You already know what he’s doing and don’t shy away from it. Usually there’s foreplay, and you’re sure he wanted to do more than just fuck you, but too little too late. You’re hungry for it and so is he, if the sounds between you are enough to go by. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lift yourself and allow his hand to disappear between the two of you. You can feel him position himself right at your entrance and all you need to do is sink down. 

You lend a pause, staring at him for a moment. Looking straight into his eyes and recognizing that for the first time in over two years now, you’re about to fuck someone that isn’t Sunghoon. 

He stares back at you with anticipation, and when you sink down just a tiny bit, he’s lunging his lips forward and kissing you again so desperately that any doubt in your mind withers away with all that guilt you know you shouldn’t be ignoring. 

Continuously as you sink down inch by inch, feeling him stretch you out in a searing type of pleasure, Jake just groans into your mouth with wet kisses. You can feel his chest heave against you as he feels your walls start to envelop him and when you’re finally seated, he pulls you down with him as he falls against the mattress.

There, in a hug, his mindless kissing becomes even more vacant as he holds you in place, fucking his hips up and into you in an aggressive pace without giving you any time to adjust. His lips release from yours and his moans come out strangled, breathless, and entirely desperate for you.

He’s deeper inside of you than any man has ever been able to reach without the aid of a toy, and the head and thickness of it is far better than any plastic could ever be. You imagine you sound just as desperate as he does right now. Unable to wiggle in his grasp, you just take it. You were well versed in that, at least.

Jake holds you there for at least a full minute, feeling you clenching and drenching his cock in a way that makes the slide easy and pleasurable for him. His hips can move much faster this way, but the fear of cumming too quickly forces him to slow his movements and open his eyes in a breathy moan.

Your legs are spread out over his own, his cock is buried into you completely, and you fucking just take it? God, No wonder Sunghoon is in love with you. 

Jake looks at you lovingly, wishing so badly that his brother wasn’t in the way of having this all the time. And then? his arms release you and he’s lifting your face with one of his hands, thumb and pointer finger pinching your chin. 

Jake’s arms release you from the hug and he uses one hand to lift your face.

“Sorry, I just–” He says before getting a look at your face. Glancing between both of your empty eyes, he ends up losing any thought in his head when he notes how blown your pupils are, face still contorted in a silent moan as you start to grind yourself against him. Chasing the pressure he was just slamming into you. 

What he was gonna say was that he was sorry he lost control for a second, but what he ends up saying now is “Fuck, I want this so bad.” 

Despite that Jake is getting everything he wants at this moment, all he can do is look at you and watch you grind your clit against his pelvic bone, chasing a pleasure that he knows you’re feeling intensely right now. He thinks of himself in pity, all those nights of wanting exactly this and never knowing that he actually fucking gets to do it.

Without thinking, Jake doesn’t even know why he does it, but he keeps his cock buried deeply into you and knocks you over. He follows your body, adjusting himself behind you into the big spoon position and pulling your leg up to drape over his hip. 

There, he slips out of you only slightly to hear you whine at the loss. You’ve gone so silent save for moaning and he thinks he’s in love with you. So fucking in love.

He makes quick work to stuff you again and smiles at the way you throw your head back, opening your pretty and glistening eyes just for a split second to look at him. 

One hand now reaches around you and cradles one of your tits, the other snaking between your legs and experimentally tapping against your clit. 

“That’s right,” He boasts, trying his best not to drool as your droopy eyes struggle to stay on him for too long. “Look at me.” 

“Damn, Jake,” You manage to say in an aroused laugh, realizing that he’s really fucking you in the spooning position now? Of course he fucking would. It’s such an intimate position, and the angle, you could argue, is one of the best you think you’ve ever felt. 

Paired with his words? Goddamn.

“Hm?” He hums against your shoulder once he lays his head there, feeling your body jerk as he fucks his length into you repeatedly. “Feels good?” He asks, moaning himself this time at the way you close your legs around his hand and grind back against him.

He’s quick to abandon your clit to push your legs open again, draping it right back in the same spot over his own hip. He can imagine how spread out you look, despite not being able to see it in this position. He’s heard time and time that women like this angle, and if your sounds are anything to go by? He can say that it’s absolutely fucking true.

This time, when you reach back and pull his face to yours, now kissing him with more force than you have before, he loses composure again. Any chance of his focus being on you and you alone is now long fucking gone, baby. 

Even as he tries to put his fingers against your clit again, the movements are messy, messy, messy. Thankfully, his hips are fucking you with full intent now. He’s trying his best to control how good he feels so that way he can at least try to focus on your pleasure more, but god, fuck.

After one particularly deep thrust, you shiver and he fucking loses it.

“Oh my god, I found it?” He asks, experimentally pressing his hips up the same way. “Right here? Baby, yeah?” He continues, repeatedly slamming you with the head of his cock bumping just where you need it.

“Fuck-” You choke out, your body jolting without intent again and feeling shockwaves of what you can only describe as mini orgasms shooting throughout your muscles. “Ahh- Jake, don’t stop!” You frantically encourage him, mouth falling slack against his lips now, giving in to the pleasure and now losing all ability to speak at all. 

He does, pressing his hips harder this time, a grunt spilling from his bitten lips with every forceful thrust. Repeatedly hitting the soft spot inside of you, over and over again, ultimately sending you into a world of something you’ve, strangely, never felt before in terms of sex. 

Jake watches you roll your head back, moaning out with a slack and somewhat pained face as he does it. He cannot fucking believe he found your g-spot on the first try and he will be damned to stop now. 

He focuses now, grunting at the way your walls clench him so tightly each time he hits your spot. He’s determined to make you cum, make you babble out strings of his name and how good he feels. He needs you to feel so good that you’ll never think twice about letting him do this again, and again, and again, no matter how close you could be to getting caught. 

His hips are going at a pace faster now than he thought possible, and with his fingers messily working your clit, paired with his cock driving into the single most pleasurable spot inside of you, you find your body tensing up and your mind erasing every thought and memory. 

It’s so much to feel at once but you feel too weak to stop him for event the smallest moment of collecting yourself. 

“Ah, you’re squeezing me–” He breathes out, words broken with his own moans as he does his best to keep pace to work you through it. “So tight–” He manages to breathe out again, not yet realizing that you’re quite literally about to cum all over him.

And you want to. So you fucking do. You cum hard around him, clenching him so tightly that Jake stills his hips in disbelief at the way your body moves when you release. He can barely get the words out when he speaks, feeling you drench him with liquid fire. “Are you–?” He chokes out, jerking his hips back and trying to pull out of you for his own release.

“Do not pull out,” You groan as your orgasm continues to choke you of your breath. “Feels so good, just–” You cry out, pressing yourself back and enveloping the inches of him that he had pulled from you. “I wanna feel it.” 

“Fuck. fuck.” He moans out louder this time, hands gripping your waist and holding you against him as he shakes behind you. You can feel him twitch inside of you as he shoots those thick, white ropes of cum into you. 

For a brief moment you remembered when he released from your hand, pressing himself slowly and roughly into your first. 

You were right. 

Jake buries himself as deep as he can go, only grinding back a few centimeters before pressing himself flush against you as another spurt paints the flesh inside of you. You feel so full, and he’s packed so tightly in you that you genuinely think this is the first time you’ve ever actually felt a man cum inside of you. Like really feel it. Every fucking pulse of it. 

Unfortunately, just like that, you feel empty with how fast he pulls out of you. You’re in shock, actually. 

“Where are you going?” You ask in a cracked and panicked voice, looking behind you as he backs away from you momentarily. 

“I–” He pauses, looking at you and the way your eyes look back at him in a different type of panic. “Don’t know.” He says, getting back onto the bed and reluctantly putting his arms around you in a hug.

“I don’t know how to like, end this.” He admits against your shoulder, still trying to steady his breath from the orgasm he had ten seconds ago. 

Instantly, Jake found himself in a post-nut state of guilt and kind of scared of how much he adored fucking you. 

“End it?” You ask, pulling away from him. “You want to stop?”

“You don’t?” He asks, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. 

“I mean, we both know what we are doing…” You trail off, sitting yourself up and fully aware that the guilt will always hit you at random times, but still, you want Jake. “And we still kept doing it.”

“Yeah, but–” 

“But?” You ask, turning your body to face him as he sits himself up now. The nakedness of your bodies is not at all embarrassing at this moment. 

“Jake, I don’t think I can like, not want you if you still want me.”

He nods his head reluctantly, wondering if this is you offering the fact that you’re willing to straight up, blatantly, and shamelessly cheat on Sunghoon with him.

“Ugh,” Jake puts his face in his hands and then runs his fingers through his hair. “This is so fucked up.”

“Yeah, it is.” You admit, leaning towards him. “But If we never talk about it…,”

“No, no! I wouldn’t.” Jake throws his hands up defensively. “I only feel bad when you’re not here.” He says, now questioning himself. “I don’t think I’d be able to like, not ever do this again.”

“So we are both in this same little fucked up boat?” You ask. 

“I guess so.” He laughs at himself, and then at you. “If he ever finds out, you know i’ll be found in a ditch somewhere, right?”

You laugh, despite it being the worse fucking joke in the world. Running hand in hand with Jake into a fire that you both fucking searched for is kind of…scary? But also elating?

“Well, I’m not gonna fucking tell him.” You say, pressing the important matter at hand. “The point is, Jake, I need you to understand that I’ve never cheated on anyone.”

Somehow, he lightens the mood.

“Damn, I must be special.”

You guess he is.

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

freak (p. sh)

pairing. sunghoon x female reader

genre. best friends brother AU, smut smut smut, M/F, one shot

warnings. horror film references, dom sunghoon, oral, sensory deprivation, degradation, choking, spitting, biting, rough unprotected sex. minors DNI.

wc. 4600

now playing. Freak//Doja Cat

“What’s your brother been up to? Haven’t seen him around lately.” 

Your best friend clicks her tongue from across the room, long hair flipping away from her shoulders as she snaps to glare at you. “Have you been looking?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sitting up on her bed you return the glare, playfully of course.

“Can’t believe how obsessed you are with my brother.” She scoffs, returning to blend her blush. “You won’t believe it, but he got a summer job.”

“I’m not obsessed with him.” You sigh, flipping through one of the numerous Cosmopolitan issues she has collected. Flipping the corner of a page down with an article discussing exploring new kinks.

“Sunghoon wouldn’t even know what to do with you.” She says, detangling her hair to braid pigtails. “I’m convinced he’s never felt the touch of a woman in his life.”

“He’s harmless, don’t be so mean to him.” Casually scanning the article, you mentally disagree; even if Sunghoon’s more the quiet, stand-offish and observant type, your gut had a feeling he’d know exactly what to do with you. “Where’s he working?”

She snorts, turning to face you. “That’s the best part, little freak got a job at that horror museum downtown. I swear he jumped and kicked his ankles together mid-air when he got the call back.”

“Oh I bet, he loves horror movies.”

She pulls a disgusted face, shaking her head at you. “The way you can list off facts about my brother like some type of Wikipedia page needs to be studied.”

“Shut up.”

She winks, sticking out her tongue before returning to glamming herself up; shooting you a wink. “Freak.”

Summer moves slow without your usual daily excitement of catching sneaky glimpses of your crush.

It’s not like you’re obsessed or anything, it’s also not like you purposely aligned your class schedules to match your best friends for a reasonable excuse to study together for any reason other than working better with assistance. Has nothing to do with knowing she’d prefer to study at her house, where her brother conveniently always is; because as she mutters under her breath ‘he’s such a loser.’

Nothing at all to do with the fact that he was working on remodeling his car the last few months. Definitely not suggesting to study at the kitchen table to be able to admire Sunghoon coming inside covered in car oil and sweat, quietly chugging down water near the fridge while inconspicuously glancing in your direction. 

Plans of hanging around all summer to seduce your best friend’s brother seemed to be on pause now, unsure what your plan even is to begin with anyway. How hard could it be? If rumors have any truth then Sunghoon should be groveling at your feet for a chance.. not that he is, yet.

“Oh Hoon’s bringing the new Scream movie later.” Your friend interrupts your silent scheming, tapping at her phone. “Didn’t you want to watch that?”

“Huh? Oh..” checking the time you note it’s getting late. “Like, when?”

“He just left work,” she nods, locking her phone. “Stay over, we’ll have a horror movie slumber party like old times.”

“Is he gonna watch with us?” You ask, sinking lower against her headboard. She mocks a gagging sound, rolling her eyes. 

“Yes, probably.” Getting up she grabs extra clothes for you, motioning to her closet if you need anything else. “Gonna shower real quick if you want to head down and start up some snacks, I want popcorn.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Sunghoon works late, you think to yourself, peering through kitchen cabinets for snacks he could also want to munch on. Luckily, they are always stocked up with food for the weekends when their parents typically leave town to spend nights visiting other cities now that their kids are old enough to take care of themselves. They made sure to have all types of ramen, chips, candies and popcorn ordered before their weekly summer vacation. 

“Extra butter,” you mindlessly mumble, reaching higher up for a box of microwave popcorn.

“What are you doing here?” 

Sunghoon’s deep voice has you jumping, clutching at your chest and snapping around to grip onto the counter. Heart pounding fast as you look up to see him standing there with one eyebrow raised. 

“Oh my God when…” you sigh, fixing your hair quickly. “I didn’t hear you come in..”

Sunghoon smirks, reaching to grab a handful of chips from the tray of food you’ve set up. “Nice PJs.”

“They’re your sisters..” you mumble shyly, returning to reach for the extra butter popcorn.

“You staying over or something?” Sunghoon sounds bored, monotone even as he chomps down chips. Standing on your toes you swat at the top shelf, keeping yourself steady with one hand as your fingers graze the box of popcorn. 

His tongue clicks from behind you, striding up swiftly to reach over your head and grab the box easily. It’s a quick moment but his lower half presses flush to your backside long enough to feel the heat between his thighs mold between your buttcheeks. The cold from his chest meeting the warmth of your back simultaneously, groin heavy where it nestles between you. 

Taking a step back after a minute of swatting for the box, Sunghoon swallows and licks at his upper lip, setting the popcorn down near your arm. “That’s my popcorn.”

“Oh..” calming yourself, you take a deep breath, shifting to turn and press against the counter when you realize how close he still is. “Sorry, I was getting snacks to watch the movie..”

His eyebrows furrow in question, eyes lowering to scan over your figure, quick enough that if you blink you’d miss it. “You like Scream?”

“What? Of course I do, who doesn’t??”

Sunghoon shrugs, not bothering to move away more, outside chilly air still clinging to his body. “A lot of people don’t like horror films. Which ones your favorite?”

“Uhm..” he’s looking at you apprehensively, waiting to judge your answer. “Nothing tops the original.”

He nods, bottom lip jutting forward seemingly pleased. “Reviews have said this ones really good, I mean.. how many times can they reinvent a new ghost face killer?”

He steps back a bit, as if ready to turn around and drop the conversation, slowly turning to the side cocking an eyebrow at you. “Say.. what’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Like, of all time?” Twisting your legs together nervously you grip at the counter ledge behind you, he hums and nods for you to continue. “Uhm, I guess it’d have to be the original Halloween.” You shrug, noting his surprise. “..but as far as more recent goes, Midsommar is a masterpiece.”

Sunghoon laughs a bit, reaching inside his pocket to pull out a ghost face mask, finger gliding over the white plastic to avoid your gaze. “I preferred Hereditary personally but..”

Taking a step back he continues to nod. “Good choices.” He winks, leaving the kitchen with one plate of snacks in hand before you’re able to respond. The deep breath of air you let out near deflates you, rushing to the bathroom to look over yourself and check your breath before following after him.

“What’s taking so long!” Your friend calls out from the living room, startling you again as you scramble to fill a bowl with popcorn. 

“One second!” Rushing out with a bowl and drinks you come to a halt seeing your best friend spread out comfortably on the smaller couch leaving you left with no choice but to sit next to Sunghoon, his hooded gaze slowly lifts up, tucking his lips in to hide a smile.

“Uhm..”

“You don’t mind right? Need to stretch my legs so badly.” She pouts, blinking innocently and wiggling her feet under a blanket.

“Oh yeah..” gulping, you lower down to sit by her brother, clearing your throat as you settle back and attempt to get comfortable.

He’s changed out of his work clothes, white t-shirt baggy on his chest but fitted on his thick biceps, gray sweats draw your attention lower; fast to avert your gaze away when you catch a glimpse of an outline lifting the material up between his thighs.

“Press play.” Your friend mumbles, phone in hand immersed with her daily lurking, having to go through all of her boyfriend's socials to make sure he’s only up to good.

Sunghoon leans back further, easing into a more comfortable position with one arm resting on the couch behind you. The room is mostly dark aside from the TV light, illuminating his side profile and milky skin tone all the more, biting down on his lower lip as the movie begins, drawing you back to reality, realizing you’ve been staring for too long.

Eyes shift your way curiously, nodding to acknowledge you. “You a screamer?” He whispers, just enough for you to hear.

“What?” Surprised by his question, you pull up your legs onto the couch, Sunghoon using the chance to scoot closer to you and speak into your ear. 

“You scream when you’re scared?” He asks, a heavy husky tone shooting chills down your spine, eyes rolling off to the side.

“Uh, no, I don’t really get scared.”

“That’s too bad.” 

“Huh?” He straightens out, gaze fixated back on the TV ignoring your confusion. The first scene plays out, a blond woman on her phone staring down an alleyway.

“Ah, don’t go in there.” He smiles by your side, speaking softly only to you. “Has she never seen the Stab films?”

Half distracted by his commentary, you jump a bit as the volume rises and the actress on screen proceeds to get stabbed repeatedly by ghost face, shocking you enough to turn your face away and inadvertently hide in Sunghoon’s shoulder. He bounces under you, chuckling and leaning in closer to wrap an arm around your back. “What happened to not really getting scared?” 

“Caught me off guard..” 

“You have nothing to be scared of.” He smirks, pressing close enough to your ear for his lips to brush against your lobe. “I’ll protect you from the boogeyman.”

Sunghoon stays close to you throughout the duration of the film, adding little snarky remarks every time another character falls victim to the killer's plan. “Amateurs, you’d think this entire franchise wasn’t built around the premise of the scary movie cliches.”

Half focused on the movie, you adjust to rest more of your weight against his side, forehead nuzzling into the column of his throat, occasionally squealing and playing into a more helpless damsel in distress to earn extra squeezes around your arm. 

“What would you do if I wasn’t here to keep you safe huh?” He chides, peering toward his sister half asleep on the other couch. “Probably scream until your lungs burst.”

“I’m not a screamer..” you whisper, tilting your head to keep your chin held up on his broad shoulder. “Unless you want me to be.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks coyly, movie forgotten as he dips in to whisper near your mouth. “Want me to make you scream? You wanna play psycho killer with me?” The hidden connotation behind his words has your thighs shifting together, aching between with anticipation.

“Are you the killer?” You question, shifting to whisper into his ear. “Please don’t kill me, I wanna be in the sequel.”

Sunghoon leans into your ear, eyes skirting across to make sure his sister still hasn’t moved. “I’m gonna go use the bathroom.”

He gets up quickly, glancing at you over his shoulder in a way that implies more without saying anything. After waiting for a few minutes and sitting uncomfortably, squirming in place to appease the wet heat between your thighs; you move ever so gingerly as to not make a sound. The TV volume assists in masking your footsteps leading out into the hallway in search of the bathroom.

“Hoon?” You call out quietly, cursing under your breath at how dark it is, only a bit of moonlight breaking through from the small window at the end of the hall. The bathroom doors half open where you stop to peak inside. Creaking sounds with every step you take, reaching for the door handle to push it fully open. “Who’s there? Sungho—“

Large palms engulf your throat and mouth before you can scream, clasped across your face, a raspy breathy voice cooing against your ear to hush. “Don’t scream, it’s me.”

Without loosening his hold, he knocks against the backs of your knees to press you up against the nearest wall, sharp canines finding the shell of your ear to nibble at. “Don’t be too loud or you’ll wake her up.”

Releasing your neck, his thick fingers smooth down your chest, squeezing one of your breasts along the way, cleaned up nails trailing down to the front of your shorts. “Rule number 1- you should never ask ‘who’s there?’. Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a deathwish.”

The lines familiar, said in a low toe curling tone meant to instill fear in you. Shoving past the elastic waistband keeping your shorts held up, he cups over your core, a rumbling pleased sound escaping his throat. “Were you planning this? Readying yourself to fuck your best friend’s brother?”

He smacks against your bare cunt, fingers sweeping between your folds as you jerk forward, groaning beneath his hand, jagged edges of his fingernails digging into your cheek. 

“I asked you something.” Pointed eye-teeth scrape along your jugular, licking at the small indentations left behind.

“Yes..”

Sunghoon chuckles darkly on your skin, his nose scrunching up against your cheek as fingers work to spread your arousal around, smearing the mess of wetness around your middle. “What a slut.”

“N-no!”

“Shh shh, not too loud now, don’t wanna ruin our fun.” Plump pink lips litter up and down your throat, his free hand lifting up to grip your chin and force your neck to twist more. “Wanna get fucked so bad don’t you?”

Dim lighting streaks across his heated hooded gaze, nodding your head for you as he dips lower to circle your entrance. Sunghoon’s touch isn’t gentle in the least, instantly slapping your cunt in rapid succession forcing your knees to lock together with a pained yelp, the sound of your wetness splashing against the collision adding more heat in your chest. Whimpering down embarrassed little moans the more he continues to land against your core, wet arousal even reaching far enough to make a mess of the wall your lower half arches against.

“Hoon.. f-fuck.”

“I said shut the fuck up.” He grits, other hand clasping over your mouth before you’re able to let out a shocked fear filled sound. Sunghoon pinches your clit between two digits, panting against your ear as he continues to babble nonsense. “Such a helpless victim, just begging to get caught. You like this, huh? A little fear, getting snatched up and fucked until you cry, groveling for mercy. Will you beg for it?”

He emphasizes by rolling against your bare backside, pajama shorts dropping down to your ankles leaving you exposed to be used and taken advantage of, the idea of Sunghoon hiding in dark corners waiting for you to pass by with a head full of air, drag you by your limbs into a closet and ruin you sets your stomach on fire. Jerking back and forth, you work against his fingers pinching and rolling your clit deliciously, each press of calloused finger pads nudging against a different bundle of nerves. The sensations shooting down to your toes lifting off the floor causing you to squirm back into his hardened length even more.

“What a nasty little whore,” he growls, restricting your head to the side with an unrelenting hold on your mouth, teeth finding a lifted pulsating vein easily due to your excitement. “What would my sister say? Knowing what a slut her best friend is, always hanging out here batting your big puppy eyes at me. Squishing your tits together like I won’t notice.”

Sunghoon laughs against your throat, fingers gliding down between your labia folds to circle your entrance. The amount of wetness pouring out slipping his digits through a mess dribbling down your inner thighs. “Fuck, so wet for me, you want this so bad don’t you? Always coming out to the garage to bother me, bending over the hood of my car asking stupid questions just to show off your fat little ass. Been dreaming about this haven’t you?”

Each filthy incriminating thing he says has your eyes rolling back, neck arched into an awkward stretch the more he keeps you held in place to lick and suck at hot bits of flesh lining your throat, leaving marks behind with every sink of his teeth. The sharp points burn as they bury in hard enough to create indentations, hissing behind the suffocating palm keeping your screams trapped.

Twisting your neck again, his palm falls to your neck tightening around as his lips hungrily devour your parted open pout, tonguing his way in easily. Each gasp you struggle to get out swallowed down by his domineering lips easily taking full control of the kiss with more of a choking squeeze around your neck. “Keep your pretty mouth open for me.”

Two fingers tease at your hole as he presses the back of your head to his shoulder more, the position leaving you vulnerable at his will, mouth dropped open gazing up at him with glossy eyes. Sunghoon’s lips purse together over yours, tongue swishing around collecting a wad of saliva, the first glimpse of shiny clear spit exiting his lips has you choking for air even more. Already struggling to breathe as he slowly spills drool onto your tongue, fingers pushing past the resistance of your tight hole as his spit collects at the back of your throat with yours urging you to gurgle and cough for air.

“Fucking disgusting, such a pretty little thing, nasty cock whore.” He grunts, biting your bottom lip roughly, teeth knocking into yours. “Swallow.”

Patting the middle of your throat, he sneers sadistically, enjoying the first batch of fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Fingers thrusting in and out of you without falter, the width of his palm colliding with your clit the more he works to stretch you out around his digits. Not that it matters much, he could care less if you cry because it hurts.

Sunghoon waits for your throat to bob under his palm, sliding out of you and blurring over your clit with more strength, muscles pronounced with each motion even in the dark. He sinks down leaving you to rest your face on the wall, using the opportune moment to compose yourself and fill your lungs. Sniffling away the tears now making their way past your chin, ending their journey down to your breasts. 

“Remember what I said.” Sunghoon’s palms land heavy on your ass, a string of curses following under his breath. Long fingers knead and squeeze, pulling your cheeks apart to fully expose both of your holes. “Don’t wanna get caught..”

He dips in keeping you held open, the tip of his nose grazing between the crevice of your ass, lips dragging across your rim. “Or do you?”

The cry you let out disappears into the wall, lifting a hand to bite down on as your other supports you from melting down to your knees. Sunghoon’s ears clog up with muddled heat, his sole focus turning to your holes winking at him enticingly, each one barely opening even as his tongue swipes between both nastily. He murmurs below you, shaking the meat of your ass against his face to further drown in your aroused scent. The warmth radiating from between your thighs dizzying him to a brainless empty-headed mess. 

“Hoon..” 

He swipes up and down repeatedly, wetness covering him forehead to chin the more he teases and flicks at your holes. Muffling your own moans, you twist to watch his face of pure ecstasy, half lost between your ass as he pushes in to curl his tongue through the tight ring of your rim. Everything about it sets your back rigged, from his long black eyelashes laid out on his high cheekbones, to the pleasured wrinkle that’s formed between his perfect eyebrows. Raspy groans accompany the slide of his tongue, endlessly digging his strong hands into your asscheeks, firm enough for it to sting.

Sunghoon blinks up meeting your gaze, unhinging his jaw more to swoop past the skin separating your core and rim. Tongue tickling at your slick hole without breaking his focus on your heated face. He finally laps at your entrance akin to a dehydrated animal, slurping the slop of wetness out of your hole with his lips latched around you.

“Oh fuck.” You croon, biting down harder on the inside of your fingers. Cheeks streaked with overwhelmed tears by now, shoving your butt back against his nose to ride each clean sweep of his tongue collecting your wet desire.

Sunghoon shoves in, the thick wet of his tongue combining with the slick coating your walls adding an extra slip for him to push all the way in; out of breath the more you rock down burying his nose into your rim. All of it downright disgusting. The thought of being too loud and getting caught has you rolling down faster, fucking his tongue in and out of your hole in chase of relief. 

Seeming to catch on, he slaps your hips, gripping mounds of meat roughly to jiggle and urge you to set your weight down on his face. Skin gone near completely red, Sunghoon gazes up at you with blazed out eyes, a vein rippling down the center of his forehead the more he struggles to breathe. All of it sends you over the edge right as his biceps wrap around your thighs and he pulls away to spit at your hole. The sick trickle of it has you jerking, eyes rolling up and slapping the wall as a flash of blank minded heat washes down from your skull to your toes.

Sunghoon gasps under the drench of arousal spouting from your cunt, pinching nerves throbbing at the sides of his forehead quickly relieved to receive oxygen again. The thought of dying between your thighs with a happy smile on his face amusing him. 

Moving back up to stand, he loops your waist with one arm, using the other to free his engorged girth from the confines of his boxers, shoving them down past his balls with the waistband of his sweats.  

Sunghoon’s fast to stroke himself, pinching at the head of his length to calm his need to cum already; the tight suction of your cunt around his tongue had him ready to soil himself, cock jumping between his thighs with each trickle of your wetness gliding down his throat. He squeezes at the base for a minute or two, smacking the meat of his length down on just below the dip where your lower back meets your ass. “Want it?”

The sound of his cock slapping heavily on you has your already quivering thighs crashing together, ready to lose your balance on your weak ankles if not for his muscular grip around your torso.

“H-hoon please,” you try to whine louder than you should, gagging as his hand returns to circle your throat again. Sunghoon uses more power to drag your neck back, forcing your ass to jut out more leaving your thighs parted and easy to access. 

“Too fucking loud.” He grits, kissing the sweat off your forehead, cock grazing between your thighs. “Where do you need it?”

“I-inside…inside me, please, Hoon please..”

A growl rumbles off his sturdy chest, licking down your cheek to bite at your jawline, Sunghoon releases your throat only to cover your mouth again. The scream that rips from your chest goes mute under his grasp, thrusting forward with one meticulous thrust until the entirety of his girth manages to stretch past your convulsing heat. “Fuck.” He growls, the bite he holds on your jaw chattering, having to shake away his own need to shout. “Fuckfuckfuck.”

Shutting his eyes, he sighs, hand staying clamped to your lips tightly as he savors your walls gripped around him. The heat of your cunt wrapping him in a dripping wet cocoon of raging heat, each contraction around him drawing the veins lining his size to throb painfully. “So..”

Sunghoon grunts, nipping at your chin, hips pulling back a few inches just to fuck back into you. “Fucking..”

He pants, repeating the movement, pistoning into your backside with a sudden urgency. “Good..”

Already feeling too close to release he’s merciless from the start, fucking into you fast, bouncing your weight against him hard enough to have you jumping up on your toes similarly to a rag doll being tossed around. Sunghoon groans, tucking his bottom lip in a fierce bite to control the volume of his grunts. Cock slamming in rapidly, each virgous snap of his hips more rough than the last.

“You fucking like that?” He rasps, fully pressing your front to the wall to keep you held up. Grinding against the perky top of your ass folding over onto your lower back. The lewd visual of your body altering due to the aggressive nature he fucks you in only seizes his balls up, heavy as they meet your clit with each clap of his pelvic bone digging into your backside. 

Sunghoon doesn’t wait for your answer, knows the pathetic screams lost beneath his hand are enough. The thick creamy gloss coating his length with every draw back more than enough to know how much you love it. The deep arch you stay in, the way your pussy sucks him in more and more with each thrust.

“Fuck, good.” He mutters, hissing between his teeth, his free hand grappling your arms behind your back to handcuff your wrists together. The new position allowing him more control to fuck you like nothing but a whore, just a dirty cockslut desperate to take dick and catch a fat nut.

“Cum for me one more time.” He says between gritted teeth, sloppily nipping your earlobe between rapid skin-clapping thrusts. “Fucking cum.” 

Sunghoon’s throat cracks to not scream, his vocal cords raw from trying to suppress his own need to cry out, face dropping to your shoulder to bite into any exposed flesh as you writhe against him, pussy sucked around his length to an almost painful point. The wetness fucked out of you with each jerky last thrust he gives drenching his balls, smearing between his thighs in such a disgusting vile way.

He can’t help but to fully bite the juncture between your neck and shoulder. A bitter metallic taste mixes  with his saliva as he pumps you full of release, his hand only going lax on your mouth the more he empties inside of you and falls weak. Orgasm fully absorbing his strength for a moment as he licks at the accidentally inflicted wound struggling to regain his barings. 

The whiny whimper you let out has his eyes fluttering open, nodding against your nape before taking a deep breath and slowly freeing himself from your warmth.

“Shh,” Sunghoon’s lips drag against the side of your face panting to catch his breath. Squatting down he picks up your bottoms and tugs them back up over your hips. Turning you around to face him, he cleans up the tear tracks left behind on your cheeks, leaving two soft kisses on each. “You good?”

He smiles, keeping you held up straight with a hold around your waist. “I’m good..”

Sunghoon laughs under his breath, leading you down the hall toward the living room. “You’re kind of..” he pauses, peeking into the room at his sister still sound asleep, the movie credits now rolling.

“Kind of what?”

“A freak...” He grins, patting your butt, eyebrows directing you back to the couch. “Like me.”

🧸 masterlist 🧸

txt

soobin

- nsfw alphabet

yeonjun

- nsfw alphabet

- heaven and back

beomgyu

- nsfw alphabet

- sorry

- nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby

- precious

- just for me

- lullaby

- game

- march 13th, 2001

taehyun

- nsfw alphabet

hueningkai

- nsfw alphabet

reactions/headcanons/mtls

- txt’s reaction to hearing you moan their name

enhypen

heeseung

-nsfw alphabet

- take care

- baby

- anything for you

- cherry , cherry part 2 , cherry part 3 , cherry epilogue

jay

- nsfw alphabet

- obsessive

jake

- nsfw alphabet

- ride

sunghoon

- nsfw alphabet

- star-crossed

- star-crossed (part 2)

reactions/headcanons/mtls

- how the hyung line would react to you liking overstimulation

- how the hyung line would react to receiving body worship

- how the hyung line would react to you teasing them while they’re driving

- how the hyung line would react to you sucking their nipples

- the hyung line: biting, scratching, slapping, choking

- the hyung line: groaning, whining, moaning, panting

- mtl likely to use sex toys

ateez

hongjoong

- nsfw alphabet

seonghwa

- nsfw alphabet

yeosang

- nsfw alphabet

yunho

- nsfw alphabet

- 10:42

san

- nsfw alphabet

- advice

mingi

- nsfw alphabet

- sweet

- home

wooyoung

- nsfw alphabet

jongho

- nsfw alphabet

reactions/headcanons/mtls

- atz’s reaction to cumming too quick

- atz’s reaction to you accidentally sending them nudes

- atz’s reaction to you sucking their thumb

- atz’s reaction to fucking their s/o raw

- atz’s reaction to a needy/clingy s/o

- what type of nudes atz would take

- where atz would leave hickeys

- atz + dirty talking

under the influence - s.jh 18+

enhypen masterlist

✧ jake x female reader

✧ word count: 14.6k

✧ he was everything you weren't, but maybe jake could teach you a thing or two

✧ warnings: this is SMUT but like smut with a lot of plot,,, jake and reader are both a bit of assholes at the starts,,, ok so smut warnings are lots of messy kisses, grinding, reader kisses sunghoon once oopsies, throat fucking, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f), protected sex for once i finally wrapped it up, squirting, finger sucking????, crying a bit but the good kind, lil sub drop i guess, v soft jake at the end!!!! I think that's it, they're a lil toxic but we love enemies to lovers

please let me know ur thoughts on this bc i spent weeeeeks writing it i hope u like it!!!!

“Y/N, can you come down and help lay the table?” Your mum’s voice rang up the stairs, prompting you to throw down your book onto the bed and run to the kitchen. You were home for a few weeks on break from university and your parents had done everything possible to keep you occupied, it almost felt like you hadn’t had a break at all.

You still had a few more weeks at home before the new semester started, and being at home meant saving money so you just had to grit your teeth and deal with it. Even if that did mean cleaning the house multiple times a week per your mums request.

“Sure mum,” you said, picking up the cutlery she’d laid out. “How come there’s six sets? Are we having guests over?”

Your mum smiled at you, nodding her head as she stirred something on the stove, “you remember Mr and Mrs Sim right? You and their son Jake used to be friends before you left for university. They’re joining us tonight, Jake as well.”

Friends definitely wasn’t the word you’d use to describe you and Jake. Far from it, in fact. You and Jake had been forced to spend time with each other due to your parents close relationship, which meant that every family gathering brought the two of you together. You had learnt to tolerate him, but it didn’t mean you liked him by any means.

Jake was everything you weren’t, he was loud and cocky, he dropped out of university and spent his time making music in his best friends garage. They’d become somewhat successful, making enough to get by, but were still yet to break into the mainstream. Once you’d been curious and looked them up and were surprised by how good they sounded, Jake playing the drums whilst his friends Jay, Heeseung and Sunghoon took on other instruments.

If he wasn’t such an asshole then you might’ve like him, maybe even had a tiny crush on him, but his insufferable personality and lack of respect for you managed to turn you off completely. Jake was exactly the type of boy your parents urged you to stay away from, the type who had no clear path in life and spent his free time at clubs trying to pick up girls, which he was obviously successful at doing from the posts on his social media.

But to them, he was perfect. He managed to put on this pretty little act to charm them around enough so that they were convinced he was a suitable man for you. Even Jake’s own parents thought the world of him, seemingly blind to his sleazy ways.

And that’s why you hated him. He was a bad influence on the good reputation you were trying to uphold, the perfect grades you kept and the clean record. You knew that if you let him in for just a second then he would find a way to ruin you. It’s what he did with every other girl he met, why would you be any different? He’d never go for someone like you anyway, thats what you truly believed.

“Can you fucking believe they’re still buying his act?” You whined into your phone, lying flat on your stomach in your bed. Your best friend from university had called as soon as they saw your text complaining about Jake, allowing you to talk their ear off for a while.

“I mean, what has he actually done that’s so bad?” Sunoo replied, he’d never really seen the issue with Jake. Like yes he was a bit of a player, and yes he spent most of his time sitting around in Jay’s dingy garage smoking instead of getting a job. But he was still young, he was allowed to have his fun.

“Are you joking Sun?” You muttered in disbelief, “he’s an asshole! He does nothing with his life and spends all his money on cigarettes and drinks, yet my parents seem to think he’s wonderful! They’ve never praised me half as much as they praise him, a kid who is not even theirs.”

Sunoo giggled, “you’re being dramatic Y/N, your parents love you endlessly. But maybe they’re onto something, maybe you just need to let your hair down a little and be more like him for once. You’ve spent the last few years working your ass off at university, and now you’re on break and you haven’t done a single fun thing. Jake could show you how it’s done.”

“You’re actually sick in the head if you think I’d go anywhere with him, he’d probably leave me in the middle of a field somewhere to fend for myself,” you heard the doorbell go before some chatting started downstairs. “Fuck, I think they’re here. I’m going to have to go in a second.”

“Just think about what I said Y/N, I know you’ve had this vendetta against Jake all these years but maybe he’s not actually that bad when you get to know him properly,” Sunoo said, you could almost hear the teasing smile on his lips. “Plus, if you cosy up to him then you might be able to get in with Sunghoon. You’ve had the biggest crush on him for ages.”

“I hate you, I don’t fancy Sunghoon,” you dropped your head against the mattress, barely hearing as your door behind you creaked open the smallest amount. “I’ll be dead before I’m caught out with any of that lot, especially Jake.”

“That’s a funny way of saying you want to fuck him but whatever,” Sunoo rushed out. “Bye Y/N! Have fun!”

And before you could curse him out, he’d hung up the phone, leaving you frustrated. You had to face Jake now, you were just praying he wasn’t wearing his stupid signature outfit that looked a little too good on him. Today, God had not heard your prayers.

“So, Sunghoon huh?”

Your head whipped around to look behind you, your door now open as Jake stood leaning against the frame. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and of fucking course he was wearing the outfit you really hoped he wouldn’t.

Black jeans with rips over his knees and thighs, the material straining where his thick muscles tried to split through. And as much as you hated him, you couldn’t deny how enticing his thighs were. He’d paired it with a plain white t shirt, short sleeves to show off the few tattoos he had gained since the last time you’d seen him.

The main difference, however, was his hair. The usual dark brown short cut had gone, opting instead for a bleached blonde grown out look. It was bordering on a mullet, and it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. You hated him for that.

“What the fuck Jake,” you didn’t bother to stand up yet. Staring back at the mattress to avoid looking at his body. “Don’t you know how to knock?”

“Why? Were you doing something you shouldn’t?” He teased, eyeing your body from where you lay. Your little skirt had ridden up enough that he caught a glimpse of the white lace panties you were wearing, if he had the balls he would’ve taken a photo to keep for later.

“Fuck off,” you muttered, finally standing up off the bed to face him. Even as he was hunched over a little, he almost towered over you now. Was it possible that he’d grown bigger in the last year? His arms had filled out, his chest had broadened as well.

“You’ve got such a dirty mouth,” he smiled, eyes flickering down to your crinkled shirt. “Don’t let your parents hear that, they might think you’re a bad influence on me.”

Jake stuck his bottom lip out in a mock pout, eyes wide to test your patience even more. You tried to move past him, but he just stepped to the side to block your way.

"Can you move? I’d rather not spend any more time with you than I need to,” you crossed your arms, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Jake faltered for a second, since when did you become kind of cute? He quickly regained his composure though, he wouldn’t let you have the upper hand.

“Say please,” he teased with a smirk making its way onto his lips. He felt like such a pervert, but he couldn’t help it when it came to you.

“Move,” you mumbled, diverting your eyes. “Please Jake.”

“Good girl,” he moved to the side, letting you slip past him into the hallway. Your mind was still reeling from the pet name when he leant down close to your ear, breath hot against your skin, “nice lace panties by the way, did you wear them for me?”

Your eyes widened, stepping away from him enough so that you could no longer feel his presence against you, “you’re a fucking creep Jake.”

“You were the one lying there with them on display, any man would’ve looked,” he defended, arms up in mock surrender. “You can’t blame me for trying.”

“Well don’t, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.” You went to go to the stairs, already hearing the voices of Jake’s parents and yours in the kitchen.

“But you’d touch Sunghoon, right?” He rushed up behind you, slinging an arm over your shoulders as he walked with you down the stairs. You tried to shrug him off but he wouldn’t budge.

“Maybe I would, yeah,” you mumbled only loud enough for the two of you to hear since your parents were just behind the door. “Sunghoon would definitely know how to handle me.”

“Trust me darling,” Jake’s lips were so close to your ear that you could almost feel him. “Sunghoon wouldn’t know what to do with you.”

“And you would?” You raised an eyebrow, taking the opportunity to shrug his arm off you whilst he was in deep thought. And as sleazy as he was, as disgusting as he was, you couldn’t deny how attractive he had become in the last few years. Especially with that dumb blonde hair.

“Oh absolutely, I’ve got glowing reviews,” he grinned, shooting you a wink as you pulled a disgusted face. Because, although you knew he’d slept around a lot, you didn’t want to think about him and another woman. Jake pushed open the kitchen door where both your parents were already seated ready, letting you walk through first.

“There she is!” Jake’s dad smiled at you, “it’s good to see you Y/N.”

“You too Mr Sim,” you mumbled, taking one of the spare seats opposite your own parents. Jake slid in beside you, tucking his chair in to subtly move closer to yours. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Jake never fails to mention how pretty you had become as you grew up,” his mum gushed, handing you the bowl of vegetables she had been taking from. “And I can see why! That new hair colour suits you so well, you’re glowing.”

“You’re too kind Mrs Sim,” you blushed under the compliments. You decided to brush over the fact that Jake had talked about you, you couldn’t dwell on that for too long.

“Serve me some?” The boy in question asked, nodding towards the bowl you held. You wanted to swear at him, tell him to serve his own stupid fucking vegetables, but with the watchful gaze of your parents making sure you upheld your reputation, you just smiled tightly and spooned on a decent portion.

Jake returned the favour, putting different foods onto your plates until the both of you had enough to feed a small family. Your parents always outdid it when the Sim’s came over, they tried to impress them. You thought it was a little pathetic.

“Thanks darling,” he whispered next to your ear, just out of range of your parents. The two pairs had already engaged into a conversation that you didn’t care for, leaving you and Jake in your own little bubble.

“Just eat your fucking food,” you sighed, shovelling a large forkful of carrots into your mouth to give you an excuse not to talk.

Jake sighed dramatically, bumping his knee against yours under the table, “what are we going to do about that foul mouth of yours, hm?”

“What are we going to do about that foul personality of yours,” you shot back. “Hm?”

Jake just smiled in return, not fazed by your constant jabs and complaints. It was as if he wanted that reaction from you, and it pissed you off. You would rather spend your night alone, bored out of your mind, than have to endure another minute with Jake Sim.

“So Y/N,” Jake’s mum called you out of your thoughts. “What’s your plans at the end of the break? You’re in your final year of university now, aren’t you?”

You put down your cutlery, glad to have the attention away from Jake and onto something you were actually passionate about; your studies.

“Yeah, I have about two months left before my finals start. Then after that I’ll be completely done with them,” you felt a hand creep its way onto your knee, making you jolt a little. A quiet huff of air came from Jake as he laughed at your reaction. “After that, I’m not entirely sure what I want to do. There are some grad schemes in the city that I want to apply for.”

“You’re not moving home?” Mr Sim asked curiously, he seemed very interested in your career. And he was, he’d never gotten to experience that with Jake, his own son had chosen a very different path to you and he missed out on the feeling of having his child go off to find themselves out in the world. Maybe that’s why Jake’s parents liked you so much, you were like the child they’d always wanted in a way.

That’s not to say they didn’t treasure Jake, because they did, but he wasn’t choosing the direction they’d hoped. And as much as they tried to understand, they couldn’t see the appeal of his music career that only just allowed him to pay his way.

“I don’t think so,” you took a quick glance at your parents. They knew this already, but they were still a little hurt from it. They knew it was what you wanted, but they weren’t quite ready to let you go completely. “There’s no opportunities for me here, plus I have friends out there. Everyone I used to know here has moved on, so it’s time that I did as well.”

Jake squeezed your knee, a small frown on his lips, but you didn’t notice it. You were spending too much energy trying not to react to his touch whilst simultaneously answering his parents questions.

“What about you Jake?” You dad asked, jolting the boy from his thoughts, “you never thought about moving away?”

“Hmm,” he leaned back in his chair, resting his arms behind his head and finally letting go of your knee. You wouldn’t admit that you missed the comforting feeling, “me and the boys discussed it before. It all depends on if we get signed to a label, if so then I’d follow that wherever it took me.”

“Doesn’t Jay’s dad own some big music company out in the states?” Jake’s dad asked, loading more food onto his plate. You shook your head politely when he offered you some more, however Jake took the food from him and placed a few spoonful’s onto your own plate.

“Eat up,” he commanded softly. And you didn’t know if it was the gesture of him giving you food, or if it was the assertive tone, but you didn’t hesitate to take another mouthful. “His dad offered us a deal, but it wasn’t our style. If we’re going to do this, we want to be authentic. We don’t want to become a western pop group like everyone else out there.”

“I’m sure something will come along soon,” your mum piped up with a bright smile. She always did have a soft spot for Jake. “Your friend Jungwon works in music production, doesn’t he Y/N? Maybe you could get him to ask around.”

“Jungwon?” Jake mumbled, the name sounded familiar.

“Hmm, yeah he’s a first year at my university. I was his mentor when he started, pretty sure his family are big in the industry,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Are we talking about Yang Jungwon?” Jake’s mum asked, prompting a nod from you as you finished up the vegetables Jake served you. You tried so hard to ignore the very quiet ‘good girl’ that he whispered to you, not giving any reaction.

“He’s incredibly well know, he blew up online for his music,” Jake’s mum continued. “His mum owns a record label, they signed a tonne of new artists recently.”

“Well there you go,” you mum butted in. “Y/N, tell them about Jake and his band, maybe they’d want to sign him.”

You weren’t sure about that, not after all the times you’d shit talked Jake to Jungwon. But before you could reply, Jake did for you.

“There’s no need for that, I want this to happen naturally. I don’t need help getting a label,” he sighed heavily. “I hate having things handed to me on a plate.”

And that shut that conversation down. Your parents dropped it, giving Jake a tentative look before engaging in conversation with his parents, leaving the two of you back in your little bubble. Jake held a frown on his lips, not daring to meet your eyes even when you turned to face him.

“I’m going now,” he mumbled to you before standing up and turning to your parents. “Thanks for dinner, I’ve got to head off now.”

Before anyone could question him, he’d walked out of the kitchen and straight out the front door. He let it shut loudly behind him, the atmosphere now becoming still and choking. You felt awkward, halfway between leaving to go and find him or never wanting to see him again.

You stood up yourself, tucking your chair in, “I’m going to head to bed now.” It was only nine o’clock. “Thanks for dinner mum, and it was great to see your Mr and Mrs Sim.”

And you were out of there quicker than they could speak, only stopping once you’d shut your bedroom door behind you. You leaned against it, resting your head back and sighing. You felt bad for Jake, and you didn’t really know why. There was no reason for you to care about him, not now after the way you’d treated him for years.

On your bed, your phone chimed. You’d left it there during dinner and there were a few messages from your friends as well as one new text from Jake. You’d forgotten you still had his number, you’d assumed he’d changed it years ago but of course it was still the same. You laid down on your stomach again, propping yourself up on your elbows before opening his text.

Jake: Sorry for leaving abruptly.

Sorry? Since when had Jake Sim ever been sorry for his actions? You went to type a reply but the three little dots appeared on his side, signalling that he was about to send another.

Jake: Spending time with my parents feels suffocating.

Y/N: It’s ok, I understand.

If Jake was being civil over text, the least you could do was return the energy. There was a tiny part of you that waited with baited breath for his next message. It was a very small part of you, and you didn’t want to explore that.

Jake: I wanted to spend some more time with you though.

And there it was, his usually flirty self. If you didn’t know any better, then that message might’ve made you smile.

Jake: I’ll pick you up in an hour?

Y/N: Why? For what?

He read your message straight away, it’s almost as if he was waiting for you to text. And so you did the same, keeping the screen open to wait for the three little dots to appear.

Jake: My friends having a party, you’re coming with me.

Y/N: Why would I do that?

Jake: Because you need to have some fun before you go back to university, and I need to get fucked up.

Y/N: Why do I have to be there for that? You’ve got friends.

Jake: Sunghoon will be there.

Y/N: I don’t give a fuck about Sunghoon.

Jake: Tsch, we need to sort out that dirty mouth of yours.

Jake: I’ll pick you up in an hour.

Jake: Wear that skirt you had on at dinner.

And you were about to protest, you really were, you had the text message all typed out. But then you remembered Sunoo’s words, him telling you that you needed to go and have some fun, him telling you that Jake could be the one to help you do that. You deleted the message, throwing your phone to the side and sighing. You knew it was a bad idea, but for once in your life you wanted to do something without thinking about the consequences.

So instead of dwelling on it, instead of overthinking, you searched your closet for a cute top to match your little black skirt and reapplied your makeup. You found yourself thinking about whether Jake would prefer lipstick or lip gloss. You decided gloss was the safer option anyway, plus it smelt of vanilla and who wouldn’t want that?

Before you knew it, the hour had passed and you’d received a text from Jake saying he was parked outside. Your parents were still in the kitchen with Jake’s, conversing the night away, they wouldn’t even notice you leave. So you slipped on some shoes, tucking your phone and lip gloss into a little bag and sneaking past the kitchen to the front door.

You debated taking a coat, your thin top wouldn’t do much to keep your warm, but decided against it. You would probably end up losing it anyway. You shut the door gently behind you, squinting in the dark to see Jake’s car pulled up a few metres down the road. His window was rolled down, one arm resting out of it as he waited for you, scrolling through his phone.

Approaching his car, each step made you a little more nervous. Should you have put your hair up? Did you put on too much makeup? Was your skirt too short? But all of that faded as soon as Jake looked up at you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. He popped open the door for you to the passenger side, pushing it open so you could hop in. “You look hot Y/N.”

You sat down, not daring to look over at him, “don’t flirt with me Jake.” You buckled your seatbelt, only then allowing yourself to look at him. He was in the same outfit from earlier, the addition of a few necklaces and rings joining it, and his hair was pushed back slightly to show his forehead.

“But you make it so easy to,” he replied, starting the car’s engine before pulling off down the road. “Do your parents know where you’re off to?”

“They won’t even realise I’m gone,” you sighed. You didn’t mean for that to sound sad but the way Jake glanced over at you, brows furrowed, told you that it had. “I just mean that they’ll probably assume I’m asleep anyway.”

Jake nodded, dropping the subject. In all honesty, as much as your parents cared for you, it seemed like you were just an afterthought in their life. You’d spent your whole school life trying to impress them, constantly coming top of the class and participating in every extracurricular activity you could. But still, it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t remember the last time they’d told you they were proud of you, they just accepted your achievements and moved on.

“What about yours? Will they not worry when they see you’re not home?” You broke the silence, the quiet music playing from his speakers wasn’t enough to fill the awkwardness.

“I don’t live with them anymore,” he replied simply. “Moved out a few months ago to live with Heeseung and his brother.”

“Oh,” was all you said, mouth falling closed. You hadn’t realised that he earnt that much money, enough to move out independently. Maybe his music was going better than intended.

Jake sighed loudly, turning the volume down until the music was silenced, “I’m sorry for being blunt earlier, the whole music thing is a touchy subject.”

“It’s ok, I get it. My mum shouldn’t have tried to butt in, it’s not her place to,” you said, turning to face him. Jake’s eyes stayed trained on the road ahead, but you swore you could see a small smile dancing at the corners of his lips, “I hope I’m not overstepping, but if you are ever interested, then Jungwon is a good guy, his style is similar to yours so I’m sure he’d love to help you out.”

You expected to be shut down, for that smile to leave, but it only widened, “you listen to our music, huh?”

“You’re insufferable,” you said exasperatedly. You shifted to lean back in your seat again, staring out the window instead of at him. Jake laughed softly, his hand leaving the gearstick to, once again, rest on your knee. The warmth of his palm against you was enough to send a shiver up your spine, especially with how his large hand engulfed you.

“I’m just teasing,” he squeezed you gently. “Thank you though, maybe I’ll shoot Jungwon a message sometime. I debate just selling myself out to those western companies just so I can leave this fuckass town.”

“Don’t do that,” you placed your hand over his tentatively. Jake flipped his over, locking his fingers with yours and holding your hand over your thigh. You didn’t want to read into that too much as usual. “You’ll make it big, don’t lose yourself in the process of it.”

“Thanks darling,” and there he was. Jake’s flirty personality was back. “So, rules for tonight.”

“Rules?” You scoffed, removing your hand from his. You hadn’t even realised you were still holding it.

“Yes rules,” he started, reluctantly taking his hand away from your thigh. “If you’re coming to a party with me then I need you to follow some things.”

“Ah I forgot, Mr Jake Sim has a reputation to uphold, right?” You felt offended, but what else could you expect from him. He wasn’t bringing you along because he liked you, he was bringing you purely for his own benefit.

“One, don’t leave your drink unattended,” he started, ignoring your previous statement.

“Well obviously, I’m old enough Jake, I know how parties work.”

Jake rolled his eyes, “two, don’t hook up with anyone, and definitely don’t go home with anyone. I’ll drive you home later.”

“You’re joking right?” You replied, offended at his words.

“Does it look like I’m laughing?” His lips were pressed into a straight line, he definitely wasn’t laughing. But neither were you.

“So why are you allowed to hook up with people and I’m not?” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Who said I was going to hook up with anyone?” Jake pulled up at the side of the road, in the distance you could see the party had already started at a small house where music was thumping through the walls, “final rule, don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

This time you really did laugh, “so what I’m hearing is, I can do whatever I want?”

“Just be careful Y/N,” Jake’s sigh went unnoticed by you as he stepped out of the car. You followed, joining him on the sidewalk and straightening out your skirt. His hand went to reach for yours but he hesitated, letting it fall back to his side instead.

“Who’s going to be there?” You asked, suddenly becoming nervous as you reached closer to the house. You didn’t know anyone around here anymore, except Jake of course. And when he inevitably left you later on to go hook up with someone, you wanted to at least know someone.

“Jay, Heeseung and Hoon are here, I think Hee’s brother also came too,” Jake replied. “Pretty sure Minjun and her friends are here too, you remember her right?”

You faltered in your step, recovering quick enough so that Jake didn’t notice. Of fucking course she was here, you’d spent the last few years trying to forget her and yet she had found a way back into your life as she always did.

“Yeah, I remember,” you mumbled. On the outside it seemed like you two had been friends, you’d stuck together throughout school until you left for university. But she was never your friend, she’d used you to get what she wanted and then discarded you. Minjun had always wanted what you had, any guy that had ever shown an interest she had taken for herself. And Jake wasn’t an exception.

However, Jake had played Minjun at her own game. She had used you to get close to him, knowing that your families were friends and using any excuse to visit if she knew Jake was there. And eventually it worked, she got what she wanted and hooked up with Jake.

But that wasn’t enough, she wanted Jake completely. And if anyone knew anything about Jake Sim, it was that he definitely did not date. So when Jake had told her no, that he only wanted her for a one night stand and that was it, Minjun was mad. Mad at Jake and mad at you. You didn’t know why, it wasn’t as if you controlled Jake, but from then on she was the most vile person you’d ever met. So when the time came for you to leave for university, you had no problem blocking her number and cutting her out of your life.

Minjun seemed to accept that, she hadn’t made an effort to contact you and vice versa. All those years of ‘friendship’ meant nothing to her. However, she had still tried her hardest to pursue Jake. She saw him as a challenge, one that she was never going to win, but a challenge she would never give up on.

Of course Jake couldn’t care less, he’d gotten what he wanted and that was that. He was pretty good at ignoring her advances, sometimes he’d let her get a little handsy at a party only to shut her down ten minutes later to see the anger on her face. Maybe that was a dick move on his behalf, but he didn’t really care. Jake didn’t care for many people, the only opinions that mattered to him were of his bandmates and you. Not that he’d have told you that.

“Do you guys stay in touch, you used to be so close,” he asked, the two of you reaching the front garden of the house.

“No,” you sighed. “And I’d rather not speak to her if possible, so please don’t try and reintroduce us.”

Jake was taken aback, confused even. He knew that Minjun and him had history, but he didn’t know that you had too. He’d always assumed you’d stayed in touch, although he wasn’t really in the position to ask that to either of you. Minjun and him only talked when he was rejecting her, and you only spoke to Jake when your parents forced you.

“Noted,” Jake pulled the door open to the house, the loud music immediately enveloping your senses as you winced a little. He leant down to your ear, placing a hand on the small of your back, “Jay said they’re in the kitchen, let’s go and get a drink first, yeah?”

You nodded, ignoring how his hand was pressed onto the sliver of skin that was not covered just above your skirt. Jake led you through the crowds, it wasn’t so busy that you’d get lost but there was at least thirty to forty people crowded in the living room and kitchen area of the house. A few people greeted you both as you weaved your way through, some old faces you hadn’t seen in years, Jake’s hand never once leaving your back.

The only time it did was when you reached the kitchen, Jake automatically letting you go to greet his friends before returning to your side, “guys, you remember Y/N right?

Immediately all three pairs of eyes were on you, flicking up and down your body. If it wasn’t for Jake gently nudging you forward, you might’ve run away there and then. Jay was the first to step forward, a warm smile on his face as he wrapped an arm over your shoulder to give you a side hug.

“It’s been a while, huh?” He said, Jay was always kind to you. You’d never been friends, but he was the type to be sweet to everyone. It was nice to see that he hadn’t changed. “You look so different now, Jake never told us you got so pretty.”

“So you’re saying I wasn’t always pretty?” You teased, trying to ignore the fact that Jake talked about you to them. Jay laughed along with you before you went to greet the other two boys, Sunghoon last.

As much as you denied it, you really did have a small crush on Sunghoon. The way his eyes focused on you, hanging on to every word you said as you spoke to the other boys, was intoxicating. He made you feel like you were the only one in the room, and you hadn’t spoken to him yet.

“Hi Sunghoon,” you mumbled, finally turning to him. The others were deep into a conversation now, however Jake kept one ear tuned in to whatever you were saying. “It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise sweetheart,” he leant against the counter. “You really do look good, but I am surprised you came along tonight. Don’t usually see you at parties, even when you are in town.”

“It’s not usually my scene,” you replied. Sunghoon’s eyes dropped to your lips as you spoke, you tried hard not to let that effect you as much as it did.

“Well I’m glad you decided to come today, can I make you a drink?” He asked, gesturing to the countertop on the other side of the kitchen that was filled with various drinks. You nodded, following him over there so that you could direct him on what you wanted. You settled on just vodka and a mixer, letting Sunghoon choose that part.

The other boys were still on the other side of the kitchen, but considering there was only around ten people in there you were sure Jake wouldn’t mind you being alone with Sunghoon. He’d only said not to hook up with anyone, he never said anything about hanging out with them.

“Jakey! I knew you’d be here somewhere!”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Sunghoon mumbled. He had his back leant up against the counter as you stood in front of him, a little closer than necessary, your back to the rest of the house. He was looking at something over your head, a roll of his eyes before he met your gaze again. “The parties are always great until Minjun turns up.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, about to turn around and catch sight of her. Sunghoon quickly grabbed your arm though, gently pulling you until you were almost pressed against him. He parted his legs so that you stood between them a little, his grip loosening.

“Don’t even bother looking, I know she was a bitch to you,” he said sincerely. “I’d rather you not have to put up with her this evening.”

You nodded, taking a large gulp of your drink, “how’d you know she was a bitch to me? I don’t think I ever told anyone about that.”

Sunghoon smiled softly at you, “anyone who paid any attention would’ve seen. You remember how she bought the same dress as you for prom when we were like sixteen and didn’t tell you until the day before, telling you that you needed to change yours.”

You widened your eyes, “how the fuck did you find that out?”

“Because,” he wrapped an arm around your waist and held you a bit closer to him. “Minjun had no shame telling everyone about it, I was so mad that you missed prom because of her. I wish you’d been there though, the look on her face when Jake rejected her offer of being his date to prom was amazing.”

You huffed out a quiet laugh, even when he wasn’t trying to, Jake still seemed to make things better. You never realised that Sunghoon knew, did that mean the others did as well? It made you feel pathetic.

Whilst your conversation with Sunghoon was going on, Jake was watching from afar. Minjun was talking his ear off about something he really had no cares about, if she stopped for one second then maybe she would’ve noticed how Jake had no interest whatsoever.

“Are you even listening to me?” She asked exasperatedly. Jake didn’t even bother tearing his eyes away from you and Sunghoon, Minjun’s eyes followed his line of sight as she spotted you across the room. You were laughing along to something Sunghoon had said, and Jake smiled softly seeing you happy. Minjun hated it.

“I didn’t know she was back,” Minjun said, finally catching Jake’s attention. She raised an eyebrow at him, “bit ironic how she’s about to hook up with your friend whilst you’re the one pining over her. Usually it’s the other way around for you, isn’t it Jakey?”

“What the actual fuck is your problem,” he snapped, slamming his cup down on the counter. Heeseung noticed the change in atmosphere, stepping forward a little to make a move if he needed to. “I’ve told you so many times Minjun, just leave me the fuck alone. I’m sick of seeing your face, I don’t want you, I never have. Go find someone else to leech off of.”

“You’re an asshole Jake,” Minjun spat. “No wonder Y/N tries to stay as far away from you as possible. You know, she’s always hated you. Thought you were stuck up, wasting yourself on a shitty music dream that would never happen. Who’s to say that isn’t still what she thinks.”

Minjun downed the last of her drink, throwing the cup on the side and storming out of the kitchen, leaving Jake standing there speechless. Of course he couldn’t believe a word that came out of her mouth, but he wondered if there was some truth behind it.

Jake knew you didn’t particularly like him, but he assumed it was harmless jokes. At least to him it always had been, but maybe you really did dislike him. He’d never actually stopped to think that it was true, and now he had he couldn’t get that thought out of his head.

He could see why you liked Sunghoon instead. Yes he was in the band, but he was smart and he had so much else going for him. Sunghoon attended online classes, still studying for a degree even though music was his real dream. He had a good family, a decent amount of money in the bank, and on top of that he was a good guy.

“You alright man?” Jay broke him away from his thoughts, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, all good,” he replied tightly. “You know what she’s like, full of shit as usual.”

“She always has been,” he agreed, leaning back next to Jake. Heeseung had gone off to find some other friends when he realised Minjun had left. “Hoon looks like he’s super into Y/N, he’s not taken his eyes off of her all night.”

“It’s only been ten minutes,” Jake shot back. He couldn’t deny the truth though, and the truth was that Sunghoon was definitely into you. The way his hand rested on the small of your back, the same place Jake’s had been only moments before as he led you through the house, the way his eyes clung on to every word you spoke and he nodded along animatedly. If he wasn’t one of his best friends, Jake would’ve knocked him out.

And he tried to ignore it, he really did, but when Sunghoon leant down close to whisper something in your ear he almost lost it. The way you giggled, shaking your head at the other boy with a wide smile told Jake everything he needed to know. You definitely wanted Sunghoon. And Jake hated that.

“You know, Jake hasn’t taken his eyes off you this whole time,” Sunghoon mumbled into your ear. “I think he’s a little jealous.”

You rolled your eyes, “what would he be jealous about? Jake literally hates me, he makes it his own personal goal to irritate me any moment he can.”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” Sunghoon squeezed your waist lightly, making you huff out a laugh at how it tickled you. “He’s got that dumb mindset that if he teases you then that will show you that he likes you.”

“I think you’ve got it all wrong,” you replied. “Jake’s just a family friend, nothing more. We only know each other because of our parents, I really don’t think he cares about me beyond the point of the bare minimum.”

“Want to prove it?” He asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You frowned, prove it how? Jake would never admit to having any sort of feelings for you beyond annoyance.

“What sort of stupid ideas are you thinking of?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Can I kiss you?” Sunghoon asked, leaning down closer to you. His arm tightened around your waist whilst his other dropped his cup on the counter. He grabbed yours, placing it down as well so that you were both free of constraints, “put your arms around my neck sweetheart.”

And maybe you were a little tipsy, or just a bit stupid, because you followed his instructions, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring the two of you closer yet, his nose bumping against yours.

As much as you didn’t really have genuine feelings for Sunghoon, you did find him attractive. And you’d be crazy to reject kissing someone like Sunghoon, especially when he was handing the opportunity out for you on a platter.

“Hurry up,” you whined, you could feel his breath on your lips and it was driving you insane. “You’re edging me here.”

Sunghoon chuckled softly, “that’s Jakes job.” And before you could reply with something witty, he was pulling you closer to him and pressing his lips against yours. He didn’t let it go far, just a simple kiss, but it felt like you’d been kissing for hours. Especially with how you could feel Jake’s eyes on your back, burning holes into you.

Kissing Sunghoon was good, it felt nice. But it wasn’t special, and no matter how attractive you found him, he wasn’t who you really wanted to be kissing. With that realisation, you pulled away from him, eyes wide as you caught Sunghoon’s gaze.

“Not bad sweetheart,” he mumbled, pressing one last kiss to your lips. “Jake’s going to be a lucky guy.”

You rolled your eyes yet again, finally loosening your grip on Sunghoon’s neck and stepping back a little. Sunghoon’s eyes flickered behind you briefly, a small smile on his face when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you back.

You turned around, tracing the hand up to Jake’s face where his expression was unimpressed. You pouted out your bottom lip, confused as to what he was trying to do. He pulled you again, far enough that Sunghoon’s hands fell from your waist.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He spat, staring at Sunghoon, not you.

“Calm down Jake, we’re just having fun,” Sunghoon looked down at you, winking quickly.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from her,” he replied harshly, tugging you back once again until you felt his chest against your back. “But you just had to go and piss me off, didn’t you?”

Sunghoon held his hands up in mock surrender, the smile on his lips showing that he wasn’t intimidated by Jake’s words, “woah, it’s all fun and games here Jake. Don’t get mad.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you just fucked off,” he spat. You hadn’t ever really seen Jake angry before, but from the small amount you’d just seen you knew you didn’t really want to see that. He was scary when he wanted to be.

“Jake, don’t be mad,” you mumbled, tugging on the arm that was holding you. “We were just messing about, nothing serious.”

He looked down at you, a frown still on his lips, “just messing about? I told you not to hook up with anyone tonight.”

“And I’m not going to,” you whined, earning a raised eyebrow in response. “It meant nothing, right Sunghoon?”

The other boy just smiled, he’d gotten the exact reaction from Jake that he was hoping for. All he had to do now was hope for Jake to admit his feelings, then his job would be done, “it meant absolutely nothing. Look, you definitely got insanely hot in the last few years, but I’m not a homewrecker. I’d never overstep boundaries.”

“What boundaries?” You asked, feeling how Jake was subtly moving you further behind him so that his shoulder was wedged in front of you.

“Bro code and all that, I’d never go after your girl Jake,” he grabbed his drink from the counter. “I’ll leave you guys to it, was nice seeing you Y/N.”

Sunghoon slid off between the crowds of people that seemed to have grown all of a sudden, shooting you a quick wink as he did so. You weren’t really sure what his goal was, but if it was to piss off Jake then it had definitely worked. He didn’t look at you, instead he stared down at his feet with a deep set frown on his face.

“Are you mad?” You asked quietly, this time you were the one tugging on his arm.

Jake didn’t reply, he just stood there as you waited for some form of response. You pulled him a bit harder, bringing him so that he was facing you now, his back against the counter top.

“I’m not mad,” he sighed, leaning his head back as he took a few deep breaths. “Not mad at you anyway, I’m a little mad at Sunghoon though.”

“I let him kiss me though, I’m sorry if that annoyed you. I shouldn’t have kissed one of your friends,” you said. Maybe you hadn’t technically broken a rule tonight by only kissing someone, but there must’ve been some unspoken rule about making out with their best friends. Maybe you had overstepped the mark a bit there.

“It’s not the fact that you kissed one of my friends Y/N,” Jake reached a hand out, tugging you closer to him. You were back in the same position that you and Sunghoon had been in earlier, his arm wrapping around your waist as you stood a little too close between his parted legs. “It’s the fact that you kissed someone that wasn’t me.”

“Someone that wasn’t you?” You echoed, letting the words sink in. Did that mean he wanted you to kiss him? Or was this his weird way of confessing? Whatever it was, you were confused.

“Fuck Y/N, I don’t know how to say this without you thinking I’m insane,” he laughed softly, holding your waist with both hands. “I like you, always have. But I was convinced you hated me, and I’m pretty sure you still do. I thought I could ignore it, but seeing you with someone else fucking hurt. So even if you don’t feel the same way, please do me a favour and let me down gently.”

Did you feel the same way? Suddenly you were now looking at the guy who had spent the last few years of his life teasing you, irritating you, and he was now confessing his feelings. What did you feel? You couldn’t deny that Jake was attractive, you’d known that from the start, but you’d never actually thought of him in a way more than that.

“I don’t know what to say,” you confessed, however with each moment your body leant into his hold more and more. “I’ve never really thought about it, thought about us. I was convinced you hated me too.”

Jake laughed softly, “far from it Y/N. It’s ok if you don’t have an answer, I’ve waited a long time, I can continue to wait.”

But for some reason, seeing Jake like this, vulnerable and open, made you like him more. The way the dim lighting of the kitchen splashed a warm glow over his cheeks, his lips glossy and eyes wide, made you yearn to reach forward and kiss him. He was undeniably pretty, and in that moment you really wanted him.

“Jake?” You asked softly, earning a hum in response as his fingers danced across your waist, “I think I might be able to give you an answer if you kiss me.”

The words were out before you could think too much, a smile tugging at the corners of Jake’s lips. He responded by pulling you flush against him, the rest of the party long forgotten. Sunghoon was out of your mind, Minjun too, the only thing you could think about was Jake. And at that moment, before he’d even kissed you, your mind had been made up. There was a part of you that did like him, always had, and you were now willing to explore it.

“Are you sure darling?” He asked, breath fanning over your lips from the proximity.

“So sure,” you replied, reaching closer and wrapping your arms around his neck to provoke him. And Jake was already a weak man, but he was extra weak for you, tugging you towards him and pressing his lips to yours.

It felt so different to kissing Sunghoon, Jake’s body was soft and so incredibly warm. His hands pressed into your back, pulling you closer towards him and keeping your chest pushed up against his. Jake’s lips were soft too, and he tasted sweet, the remnants of whatever he was drinking still lingering on his tongue when he eventually pushed it past your own lips.

You were conscious that you were in public, not letting him get too carried away as he tried to kiss you deeper with each movement. You had to be strong as you pulled away, the urge to reattach your mouth with his prevalent and overwhelming. Jake chased your lips, pressing a few more pecks to them as you relaxed against him.

“Never want to stop kissing you,” he mumbled, pressing a few to your cheeks and forehead when you pulled away completely. Jake kissed your lips one last time before he leant back against the counter, lips shiny and plump. You had to look away to stop you from leaning in for more.

“Jake,” you whined, staring up at him through your eyelashes. “I’m pretty sure I know my answer.”

“And what’s that darling?” He asked, one hand coming up to brush some hair out of your face before resting against your cheek. You leant into the touch, eyes fluttering closed briefly.

“I like you too,” you kissed his palm that held your cheek. “I like kissing you, talking to you, being with you. I didn’t really notice it until now, but I think about you a lot. So if you’re serious about giving this a try, then so am I.”

He tried to keep it cool, he really did, but the wide grin that spread across his face was impossible to hide. He tugged you forward, crushing you against his chest in a tight hug as he peppered kisses across your face, making his way back to your lips.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me,” he mumbled against them.

“Really?” You asked, struggling to hide your own smile now as he nudged his nose against yours.

“Really,” Jake kissed you softly before finally pulling back, hands finding your own and locking your fingers together. “Let’s get you another drink, yeah? I still haven’t had a chance to dance with you.”

You nodded, holding on to Jake’s arm as he made a drink for you, throwing some random things in until you had a pink looking concoction in your hands. Jake grinned widely, gesturing at the drink.

“Try it, tell me what you think,” you nodded, taking a large sip from your drink. You were pleasantly surprised, giving Jake a smile of approval as he downed his own drink, leaning his head back slightly with his eyes closed. You must’ve been slightly tipsy because you thought he was the most attractive man in the world at that point, you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

“It’s good,” you knocked back the remaining few sips and placed the cup back on the counter. Jake took your hand in his, tugging you away from the kitchen and into the living room area. You passed Jay and Sunghoon on the way, the two of them giving you a knowing look, a blush spreading across your cheeks at the implication. The fact you had been making out with Sunghoon only moments before, and now he was watching you cosy up to Jake, was a little unnerving. But it didn’t matter, Jake was the one you were going home with tonight.

Jake dragged you into the crowd of people, it seemed that more had arrived in the last few moments and the house was getting busy. Jake put his hands on your hips, a lazy smile on his lips when you were pushed forward closer to him. He wrapped an arm around you protectively, keeping you close to his chest and away from other bodies dancing.

“Put your arms around me,” he said, dipping his head down close to your ear. “Dance with me baby.”

And in order to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks, you hid your face against his chest as you swayed your hips against his. Jake’s hands guided you, pulling you against him in just the right way so that as much of your body was touching as possible. One leg slotted between yours, pulling you impossibly close to him, his thigh flexing underneath you.

If you weren’t already turned on, you definitely were now with how his thigh pressed against you just right. Almost as if Jake knew that, he pushed your hips down further so that you were basically seated on his thigh, leaning all your weight onto him.

You bought your head up from his chest, locking eyes with him and noticing the smirk that crept onto the corner of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Jake leant down again, pressing a kiss to your cheek right by your ear, “feel good darling?” He punctuated his words with a bounce of his leg, rubbing against your core roughly. In response you gripped onto his shoulders tightly, a soft whine falling from your lips.

You pressed you mouth to his neck, feeling him swallow harshly when you kissed gently at the base of his throat, “feels so good Jake.”

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groaned, rocking your hips against his thigh. “You’re killing me here.”

You leant your head back, eyes closed as you lost yourself in the feeling of Jake against you, he never once stopped his ministrations as he bought one hand up to your hair. Jake wrapped his fingers through your hair, tugging your head back up to look at him before bringing your lips together again.

This time you let him go as far as he wanted to, immediately letting his tongue into your mouth messily as his fingers tightened in your hair. You whined into his mouth, hips chasing his thigh as he flexed it underneath you and held you tight against him.

Jake pulled back, tugging on your bottom lip with a moan tumbling past his own lips. He licked over your bottom lip to soothe it, sucking the skin back into his mouth before pulling away fully. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes lidded but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the way you were panting heavily and gazing at him with wide eyes.

His hand left your hair, slipping down to your shoulder and further to your hand where he intertwined your fingers together, “please tell me if this is too forward.” He mumbled, not once shifting his eyes from yours, “but I’d really like to take you back to mine.”

You breathed out a laugh, nodding your head, “unless you want me to pounce on you in the middle of this living room, I think we should go back to yours.”

“Didn’t know you were so needy baby,” he smiled, slowly stepping away from you so that you were standing on your own. You couldn’t bare to look down at his thigh, you knew it would be stained with your arousal.

“It’s your fault,” you pouted your bottom lip out, letting Jake tug you through the crowds of people and out the front door. He led you towards his car, opening the door for you before going around to the driver’s side. “Are you sure you can drive?”

“I only had one drink, the other was just water,” he said, looking over at you. “I promise I’m fine.”

You nodded, you were sure Jake held his alcohol better than you anyway. You’d only had two drinks and you were already feeling a little tipsy. Jake smiled, leaning over to kiss you quickly before grabbing your seatbelt and pulling it over, buckling you in safely.

Jake drove off fast, eager to get you back to his as he ran through a red light, “are you sure it’s ok for me to come over?” You asked him, watching his side profile as the streetlights cast a warm glow across his features.

“Heeseung and his brother won’t be home for hours, if they even come home at all tonight,” Jake replied, keeping his eyes on the road as he neared his neighbourhood. “Even if they were home, you’d still be welcome over. Don’t worry about it.”

You just hummed in response, leaning over and placing a hand on his thigh gently. Jake let out a loud sigh, eyes glancing down at your hand quickly before he returned his eyes to the road.

“Just hold on two minutes baby, we’re almost there, you can wait right?” And although your touch was completely innocent, to see that it was affecting Jake this much gave you the biggest ego boost. You giggled quietly, removing your hand and watching as he relaxed into his seat a little more.

He pulled up outside a small house, cutting his lights before jumping out the car and running around to your side before you even had a chance to open your door yourself. You giggled, letting him take your hand and help you out of the car and towards the front door.

His hands found your waist again as he fumbled around in the dim lighting to open the door, pushing the two of you through it and stumbling on the front step.

“You’re eager,” you laughed, turning around to face him as he locked the door.

Jake just smiled, wrapping his arms around you fully, “only when it comes to you.” He kissed you, pushing you backwards and reached around blindly for the door of his bedroom. You giggled into the kiss, pulling away enough to turn around and open the door, Jake following close behind you until you were both stood in his bedroom.

Now that you were there, alone together, it started to sink in what you were actually about to do. You wanted this just as much as he did, but it didn’t stop you from feeling nervous at the prospect. What happened afterwards, would he kick you out straight away or would he wait until morning to tell you it was just a one night thing?

“I can see the little cogs going around in your head,” Jake said, tugging you back towards him and wrapping his hands around your lower back. “Tell me what’s going on up there.”

“Just nervous is all,” you replied, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I don’t mind just hanging out,” he said sincerely. “Just spending time with you is enough for me.”

“You mean that? This isn’t just a one-time thing?”

“Is that what you think?” He asked softly, looking at you with so much conviction that you felt like crying all of a sudden. “This isn’t a hook-up Y/N, I like you a lot. I don’t want this to be just for one night, I want this to be for many nights, for forever.”

“I can do forever,” you said, smiling once again at his words. Jake definitely had a way with them. “But for now, let’s focus on tonight.”

“Now that I can definitely do.”

The two of you were almost frantic, pulling at each other’s clothes quickly to try and reveal as much skin as possible. Jake tugged your shirt over your head, his lips creating a trail from your chest up to your neck as it was exposed fully. You reciprocated everything he gave until both of you were in your underwear, tangled limbs as he pushed you gently onto the mattress.

You looked up at him, sitting on the edge of his bed as he stood before you. Jake reached forward, threading one hand through your hair softly as you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his stomach.

“Are you sure this is what you want baby?” He asked, stroking your hair as he gazed down at you.

You nodded against his skin, turning your head to kiss his lower stomach once, “I’m so sure.” You pressed a few kisses there, working your way to the waistband of his underwear, your fingers joining to help tug them down his thighs.

Jake’s cock sprang free as he helped you remove his underwear, kicking them off to the side and out of the way. One hand came up to tentatively wrap around the base, your grip loose. Jake took in a sharp breath before he caught your gaze again.

“That’s it baby,” he mumbled, hand finding its way back to your hair. “Use both hands for me.”

You nodded, bringing your other hand up to join it and wrapping around as much as you could. You gave a few experimental tugs, softly jerking your wrists around his cock. Your thumb gathered some precum to help aid your hands, slicking up his cock a little more.

Jake was making all sorts of sounds above you, tiny gasps when your thumb passed over the head of his cock, praises when you were doing just the right thing, your name tumbling past his lips, “Y/N, baby, why don’t you try using your mouth, yeah?”

You caught his gaze, seeing how he stared at you with half lidded eyes, and smiled, darting your tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. And, even though you were experienced enough, with Jake you felt like it was your first time all over again. He was known to have a high body count, you didn’t want to disappoint him.

You took one hand away from his cock, placing it on his thigh and using the other to grab his base. Jake’s hand in your hair tugged gently, bringing you closer to him. Your mouth instinctively opened, swallowing down as much of his cock as you could and using your hand to pump the rest of him.

Your tongue ran along the underside of his length as you gave a few experimental swallows, “fuck, feels so good darling.” Jake praised, using his hand to guide you into a slow and steady space along his cock.

“Relax for me,” he mumbled, rubbing a thumb along your jaw. You did as he said, dropping both hands to his thighs to steady yourself as you let him take control. Both of his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you further onto his cock as he fucked your throat gently. Your eyes squeezed shut at the sudden change of pace, trying your best not to gag around him as tiny droplets of spit gathered at the corners of your mouth. Jake moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he used your mouth to get himself off. There was something so incredibly hot about watching him use you, taking what he wanted from you and controlling the situation. Your thighs clenched together at the sight, his throat flexing as he swallowed a loud groan.

Suddenly, his hands left your hair, allowing you a second to pull off of his cock and take deep breaths. A string of spit connect your lips to his cock as you leant back, gasping quietly. Jake bent down in front of you, his palms coming to cup your cheeks as he locked eyes with you.

“You ok baby?” He asked, using his thumb to wipe away the spit that had leaked down onto your chin. You bought your eyes to his, wide with tears springing up at the corners.

“I’m good,” your head leant further into his palms. “Please kiss me.”

And how could he deny you that? Especially when you’d been so good for him. So he didn’t waste time, surging forward to connect your lips messily. His tongue immediately found it’s favourite place inside your mouth as he leant up to push you gently down onto his bed. Jake hovered over you, leaning his weight onto his hands either side of your body, but never once did he stop kissing you.

One of his hands moved to run down your body, tugging at the straps of your bra until they fell off your shoulders. You arched your back for him so that he could undo the clasp, you tried not to think about how much practice he had with doing that.

He pulled away briefly, slipping the garment off and throwing it to the side before his mouth found a place on your chest, “good girl,” he mumbled against your skin. “So good for me,” he punctuated his words with open mouthed kisses along your chest, using his hands to touch anything his mouth didn’t.

He kissed down your chest, towards your stomach and the hem of your underwear. The only piece of clothing left on either of you. His fingertips danced over the material that was already ruined, a dark patch soaked the white lace with your arousal.

“Did you really get that turned on just from sucking my cock?” Jake asked, his head between your thighs as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. He looked sinful, lips plump and wet with a dazed look in his eyes.

You nodded, not being able to form a coherent sentence when he was looking at you as if you were his last meal on earth. Jake just laughed breathlessly before hooking two fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down your legs.

“I should keep these,” he said, placing them on his nightstand. You cheeks flamed red, your hands immediately coming up to cover your face.

“You’re insane,” you whined, closing your thighs when you realised that he was staring at your bare cunt the whole time. “Please Jake, do something.”

“You’re so cute like this,” he mumbled, kissing the flesh of your thigh as his hands parted them again. “So needy and ready for me.”

“You’re teasing me,” you said with a pout, leaning up on your elbows to look down at him. He had a dumb smile on his face, leaning down to kiss just above your clit, eliciting a sharp inhale from you with anticipation.

“Has anyone ever eaten you out baby?” He asked, one hand coming up to trace along the skin near your cunt, dangerously close to where you needed him most.

You shook your head, “no, they never offered.”

Jake didn’t know if that was good or not. On one hand he was glad, he would be the first to give you that experience and he would make it worthwhile. On the other hand, how the fuck had someone had sex with you and not eaten you out? Especially when you were lying there all pretty for them.

“Tell me if it feels good, ok?” He said, you could feel his breath on your cunt from how close he was, “want you to cum on my tongue before I fuck you.”

Jake dove in, his tongue lightly brushing against your clit a few times to get you used to the feeling. You almost moaned at just that, the feeling being so different to anything you’d had before. He stuck his tongue out flat, licking one long stripe up your cunt before repeating a few times.

“How is that darling?” He mumbled, face buried between your legs.

“So good Jake,” your hands went to his hair, lightly tugging him back towards your core. “Feels so fucking good.”

He smiled against you, tongue flickering around your entrance a few times before he wrapped his lips around your clit, giving it a soft suck then returning back to his previous actions. He knew his tongue alone probably wouldn’t be enough, so he bought a hand towards your cunt, slowly pushing one digit into you.

Jake groaned loudly, shutting his eyes as he sheathed his finger down to the knuckle, “you’re so tight baby, how are you going to take my cock, huh? Need to stretch you out don’t we?”

His finger worked into you, pumping slowly as he sucked on your clit. The stimulation from both points was enough to have you chanting his name, telling him your orgasm was near. Jake pulled off your clit for the time being, using the opportunity to slide in a second finger and stretch your little hole around them. You whined and fussed loudly at your orgasm being taken away so quickly.

“Hold it for me darling, I’ll let you cum soon,” he said, pumping the two fingers quickly. “Think you can take three for me? Then I’ll let you cum.”

“Can do three,” you panted, head thrown back against the mattress. “Please Jake, make me cum. Need your mouth again.”

“Such a good girl,” he muttered, finally pushing in a third finger and returning his mouth to your clit. He sucked harshly, pumping his hand at a fast pace that had you practically screaming his name as your orgasm approached, “cum for me Y/N, let me taste you.”

“Oh my god Jake,” you moaned his name loudly, head pressed down onto the bed as he worked you through your first orgasm. His fingers kept up the pace, your arousal dripping down around them as you tried to hold on to the feeling for as long as possible.

Jake released your clit, moving his mouth to kiss along your thighs whilst keeping his fingers moving inside you. You were starting to shake with overstimulation as he kept his pace going, grabbing his wrist. Jake just smiled, shaking his head gently.

“You can give me another one, right baby?” He asked, using his thumb to flick against your swollen clit a few times. His cheek pressed to your thigh as he watched your face screw up in pleasure.

Since your previous orgasm had only just ended, the second one built up quickly and you could already feel the burning in the bottom of your stomach, “fuck Jake, I can’t.”

“You can darling,” another flick of his thumb on your clit and you were almost there. “Give me another one and then I’ll fuck you nice and good, yeah? You can be a good girl and do that for me can’t you?”

He pushed a fourth finger in alongside his others, stretching you out further than you’d ever been before, your second orgasm hitting you rapidly as you came over his hand. Your grip on his wrist was tight, but Jake kept fucking his fingers into you to bring your orgasm crashing down, praises falling from his lips as tiny gasps left yours.

“Well done baby,” he mumbled, finally slowing his fingers enough to bring them out of your cunt. “You did so well, so good.”

Jake quickly stood up, leaning back over you and capturing your lips in another messy kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue faintly and your cringed a little at the unfamiliar taste, however Jake’s own taste quickly masked that as his tongue rubbed against yours.

“You taste so good,” he mumbled against your mouth. “Can’t believe how lucky I am, you did so well for me.”

Your cheeks were stained red as you blushed under his praise. You hadn’t even noticed you enjoyed it before, but you definitely knew you had a praise kink now, especially if Jake was the one praising you.

“You too Jake,” you kissed his lips a few times before dipping your head down to his neck. “You made me feel so good already.”

His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you tucked into his neck for a moment, “your pleasure comes first for me baby.” He kissed the top of your head, “that’s why we had to stretch your little cunt out, get you all ready for my cock so that it feels good.”

“God you have a filthy mouth,” you whined, reiterating his words to you from earlier in the evening. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.”

Jake laughed, pulling back so that he was hovering back over you. There seemed to be a permanent smile on his face ever since you kissed him at the party, and you didn’t want that smile to leave. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a brief kiss before your legs wrapped around his waist.

He pressed his hips down against you, the tip of his cock nudging at your cunt, “we need a condom, I’d love to fuck you raw but I’m not quite ready for a baby yet.”

Jake definitely didn’t miss the pout on your face at the word condom. He grabbed one from his night stand before coming back to hover over you, kissing your pout away quickly, “next time darling, I promise next time I’ll fill you up yeah? Stuff your little cunt full of cum. But not tonight, ok?”

And although you really did want him to go in raw, the image of his cum dripping out of you sent your brain into overdrive, you respected his decision. He was the one with his head screwed on right now, you were still a little hazy from your two orgasms and from being in close proximity to Jake Sim. You were in no position to make that decision.

He rolled the condom on, once again pressing his hips closer until his cock nudged between your folds. He thrusted a few times, running his cock along your slit to gather some arousal and slick himself up. Your hands wrapped around his upper arms tightly, your own hips moving in unison.

“Tell me if it hurts, ok?” He said, and although you knew that Jake knew it wasn’t your first time, you appreciated the sentiment anyway.

Jake pushed the head of his cock in first, letting you adjust to the stretch that formed already. He was thick, it would take a bit of getting used to, especially since he was bigger than anyone else you’d ever taken.

He kissed you a few times, slowly nudging forward until he was fully seated inside you. Your cunt was split open on his cock, walls stretched tight around him as you tried your best to adjust to the new feeling. It hurt a little bit, a slight burning occurring, but it felt good to finally be full. You could probably get addicted to that feeling as long as it was with Jake.

“You can move Jake,” you mumbled, loosening your grip on his arms and subsequently relaxing the rest of your body around him.

Jake breathing was tight, his arms flexing hard as he kept himself still above you, “you sure baby? You’re still so fucking tight even after I stretched you out.”

“Please Jake, move before I go fucking insane,” you whined, rolling your hips up a little to shift his cock inside you. A cocky smirk made its way onto Jake’s lips at how desperate you were for him, it sent his ego through the roof more than with any other person he’d been with.

He pulled back, snapping his hips back into you harshly, “need to sort out your foul mouth,” he punctuated each word with another thrust into your cunt. You all but squealed out, hands gripping him even tighter as your nails pushed little crescent moon dents into his skin.

One of his hands gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him directly, “look at you, already fucked out and we’ve barely even started.” He pushed a thumb into your mouth, drool spilling from your lips as you panted around him, “suck on it, make yourself useful.”

And if any other man had talked to you like this, you’d have snapped back. But when it was Jake, you wanted him to carry on. Your lips immediately closed around his thumb, tongue swirling around it.

“God you’re so fucking hot baby,” he dropped his head down, looking at the way his cock disappeared into your cunt over and over. “You’re taking me so well, you were made for me, yeah?”

You tried to talk around his thumb but all that came out was small whines and spit dribbling down your chin pathetically. So instead you just nodded tightly against the grip he still held on you.

“Can’t wait to fucking ruin you,” he growled, his hips seeming to speed up yet again. “You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else, I’ll be the only one who can make you like this baby.”

He pulled his hand from your face, your mouth falling open as his thumb left you. He dropped that hand to your cunt, using his thumb still covered in your spit to rub quick circles on your abused clit.

Your eyes closed tight, feeling the third orgasm approach quickly as Jake’s cock bulged your stomach, “look baby, look how well your tiny cunt takes me.”

Jake’s words forced your head back up, looking down at where the two of you were connected, eyes widening at how your stomach was bulging out when his cock kissed against your g spot.

“Eyes open,” he commanded when you tried throwing your head back again. “Keep them on me and I’ll let you cum again, you can do that can’t you?”

“Yes, yes I can,” you babbled out, your orgasm at the brink of washing over you. “I’m good, been so good for you, deserve it.”

“You do don’t you darling,” he said softly, finally dropping his mean act to look after you. “You’ve been so good for me, letting me use your cunt like this, giving me all of you, hmm?”

You couldn’t even talk anymore, too focused on trying not to break eye contact with Jake. You mumbled out some form of begging, telling Jake how good he felt, something along those lines.

“You going to give me one more orgasm baby? I know you can do it,” his thumb pressed harder against your clit, hips snapping forward further each time. Your body felt numb with pleasure as he pushed you over the edge, legs starting to shake with how intense it felt.

“Jake,” tears spilled down your cheeks. “Fuck Jake, don’t stop, please.”

He grunted out a response hips jerking sporadically as your cunt clenched around him tightly, your orgasm extending the more he fucked into you. His orgasm was there, just at the point of crashing but he wanted you to feel good more than he wanted to cum so he held off until your orgasm had ended.

“Please cum Jake,” you whined, gripping on to whatever part of his body that you could. “Want it so bad.”

Jake couldn’t even make a witty comment because with your begging in his ear he was already coming, slamming his hips into you a few more times as he spilled into the condom.

But for you, seeing Jake moaning heavily above you, and feeling him cum made a fire burn up in your stomach again. Your hips kept jolting against him, trying to find some sort of release since you felt a fourth orgasm bubbling up.

Jake pinned your hip down, “you’re insatiable baby, already want another one?” His cock was already softening but he kept himself pressed inside you to try and keep you satisfied.

“Please Jake, I’ve been so good,” you thrashed against his grip to try and keep the arousal going.

“Stay still,” he commanded, pushing your hip back down. “I’ll give it to you baby, don’t be greedy.”

He was spent, his body exhausted, but he would give you everything you wanted because he couldn’t deny you. He rubbed his hand against your cunt fast, pace relentless on your clit as he frantically pulled your orgasm from you. From how overstimulated and worked up you were, the orgasm came quickly and all of a sudden you were jerking as you came around his cock for the last time that evening.

“There you go baby, good girl,” he gritted his teeth, his own cock being squeezed in overstimulation. His hand was soaked as he rubbed quickly across your cunt, the sheets below you covered in your arousal as you squirted over his cock.

“Oh my god,” you were crying hard now, jumping away from his hand as you wet the bed around you. Your body buzzed with hazy pleasure as you tried to calm yourself down, not even having time to process it before Jake was scooping you up into his arms and pulling you onto his lap.

“You’re ok darling,” he mumbled, pressing his face into your hair as he held you close. Your body was still shaking, tears continuously flowing down your cheeks as you dropped a little. Luckily Jake was observant, he knew exactly how to look after you, “you did so well for me, you were perfect.”

Your face found its way into his neck pressing impossibly closer to him, being held by him immediately calmed you down enough for the tears to stop. Jake kissed your head softly, hands running up and down your arms and legs to soothe you.

“Do you feel ok enough to take a shower? We need to get you cleaned up,” he said quietly, brushing your hair away so he could see your face. You blinked up at him, eyes still wet with tears that had yet to dry up.

“Will you stay with me?” You asked, voice small and a little hoarse.

Jake smiled down at you, “of course baby, then after I’ll make you something to eat and we can get back into bed.”

At the word bed your eyes widened, glancing over at the soiled sheets, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that was going to happen. I ruined your sheets.”

Jake giggled softly, “baby it’s fine, it was so fucking hot. I’ll change the bed sheets, don’t even worry about it. If I’d known you would be squirting on my cock tonight, I’d have bought you home even sooner.”

You rolled your eyes, bumping your head against his chest, “shut up.”

Jake cupped your chin, rubbing his thumb over your cheek again to wipe away the tear tracks, “you feeling ok now?” He kissed you gently, lips soft and a little swollen.

“I’m good,” you said against his mouth. “Just tired, my body is exhausted.”

“Sorry baby, should’ve warned you how good I am in bed,” and there was the cocky smirk back, your eyes rolling in response.

“If I remember correctly, you were the one praising me only five minutes ago,” you replied. “Something about how ‘I was made for you’, you remember that?”

“And I stand by it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “You were made for me, in every way.”

His eyes sparkled a little as he looked at you, an emotion you weren’t really sure of flashing through them. It’s funny how you’d gone from hating him to being obsessed with him in one night, but Jake Sim did that to people, no one could dislike him for long.

“In every way?” You asked, “is this your way of saying you want me more than just for sex.”

“You know I do baby, you’re mine now,” he kissed you again, lingering for longer than necessary. “And I’ll make sure to show you that every day, I’m so into you Y/N. I’d do anything to make this work, even when you move back to uni, we’ll make it work if you want to.”

You thought about it for a second, is that what you wanted? You knew Sunoo would have a field day when he found out, he’d been rooting for the two of you since the beginning with his enemies to lovers ideas. But after everything, you couldn’t deny that something drew you to Jake in so many different ways. And there was part of you that wanted him too, in every single way.

“I’m willing to try to make it work,” you replied, your mind was made up. “I like you Jake, you make me feel like the most important person in the world.”

“Because, to me, you are,” he said softly, his smile reaching his eyes. “How do you feel about being my girlfriend? I know it’s very soon, but I can’t let you go without asking.”

“I think,” you began, resting against his chest. “I think we could work something out, is Jake Sim really ready to settle down?”

“I’m always ready when it comes to you,” he kissed your head one last time before shifting up a bit, ready to carry you to the bathroom to shower. “You’re the only person I’ve ever been ready to settle down for, I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

He stood up, carrying you in his arms as he walked the two of you to the bathroom. Your arms immediately went around his neck, holding him close as a dumb smile crept onto your lips. You kissed over the skin on his neck as he walked, always needing to be close to him.

And as Jake turned on the water, you sat on the edge of the bathtub watching, you realised that he really was sure. Because his eyes flashed with that emotion from earlier, something soft and special, and he couldn’t hide his smile from you. You knew you were sure too, Jake found his way into your heart already, you were made for him. He was made for you.

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

↬ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔, 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐉𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚/𝐭𝐡, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐯𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐃/𝐋𝐆 (𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦/𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬) 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬); 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 (𝟐𝟖/𝟐𝟏)

↬ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐄𝐎.

↬ 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩), 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚'𝐬 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 & 𝐆𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄'𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐎𝐌𝐆'𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐚

↬ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 | 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

↬ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟔𝐓𝐇, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | 𝐄𝐍𝐃: 𝐓𝐁𝐀

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

↬ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒

↬ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲

↬ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

↬ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄:

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