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JAKE i’m sorry, this may (or may not) be a surprise for some of you, but jake is such a small spoon. He loves being cuddled, loves when you scratch him behind the ears like an actual puppy. he won’t even try to be the big one when he knows he’s going to get the best cuddles of his life.

SUNOO i don’t think sunoo really cares about it. big or small spoon, all he cares about is comfort, and it just so happens that he finds the most comfortable to between your arms, hearing your heart beat always makes him fall asleep like a baby in no time.

NI-KI on the other hand would put up a fight. He’d try so hard to be the big spoon, blocking your whole body with his huge limbs so that you can’t move, only to wake up in the morning with his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Its not for his choice, but if it works, it works.

JAY with jay it’s a 50/50 chance, it really depends on his mood. some nights he just wants to hold you, his lips pressed against your ear as he tells you about his day, only to end up complimenting you all over. some other nights he will find you already laying down, and the tiredness of the day will just make him fall on your chest and sleep like that.

JUNGWON its just so easy for him to be the big spoon, with his broad shoulders covering your whole body and making you feel so safe and warm. He loves smelling the shampoo in your hair and LOVES resting his hands on your belly, rubbing it every now and then. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like a change sometimes.

HEESEUNG he wouldn’t hate it, but he definitely doesn’t like it that much either. being the big spoon, he would bite your cheeks, ears or shoulders, only to get distracted and you would end up with hickeys behind your neck. if you ask him to be the little spoon he’d probably say yes to make you happy, but it wouldn’t last long.

     You and Jake had been friends for what felt like forever. You were the type of best friends who could tease each other endlessly, get on each other’s nerves, but always have each other’s back. So, when you invited him over for a casual baking session, you didn’t expect it to turn into anything more than the usual chaos.

     Flour covered the kitchen counter—and a good amount of the floor—after one of your more competitive attempts at baking. Jake had thrown a handful of flour at you in retaliation for your teasing earlier, and it escalated quickly from there. You had been laughing, dodging around the counter to avoid his attempts to catch you.

     “You’re horrible at this!” you teased, trying to dodge Jake’s half-hearted attempts to flick flour back at you.

     “Oh, really?” he shot back with a grin, already planning his next move.

     You saw the glint of mischief in his eyes, and your instincts kicked in, urging you to make a run for it before he could retaliate. You bolted from the counter, laughing, as Jake immediately gave chase.

     “I’m gonna get you!” Jake called after you, his voice playful but determined.

     “No, you’re not!” you squealed, trying to evade him as you raced around the kitchen island. Your heart pounded from the adrenaline of the chase, laughter bubbling up in your chest as you darted just out of reach.

     “Oh, come on, you can’t run forever!” Jake shouted, chasing you around the central kitchen island. You squealed, barely dodging his outstretched arms.

     “Watch me!” you shot back, laughter bubbling from your chest as you swiped flour from the counter and tossed it over your shoulder in his direction.

     Jake coughed dramatically, wiping his face, and glared at you with playful annoyance. “That’s it. You’re dead now.”

     With a grin, you rounded the island again, but Jake was quicker this time. As you made a sharp turn, you felt a sudden tug at your hair—gentle, but firm enough to pull you to a stop.

     “Gotcha!” he announced triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around a handful of your hair. But before you could retort, the tug at your scalp sent a strange, unexpected shiver down your spine, and, to your horror, a small moan escaped your lips.

     Jake froze.

     You stood there, frozen in place, your face flushing hot as you tried to process what just happened. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, embarrassment coursing through you like a tidal wave.

     “Did… did you just moan?” he asked, his voice uncertain, his usual cocky tone replaced by genuine surprise.

     “N-no,” you stammered, quickly trying to backtrack, but you knew it was pointless. The sound you had made was unmistakable.

     Jake blinked at you, his brow furrowing slightly as if he was trying to figure something out. His fingers were still tangled loosely in your hair, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything, the room suddenly thick with tension. The playful atmosphere had shifted, replaced by something much heavier.

     After a beat, he spoke again, his voice softer, more curious than teasing. “I didn’t know…” he trailed off, his eyes searching yours, his hand still resting against your head, gentle now.

     You looked up at him, biting your lip, mortified that he had noticed—really noticed. “Jake, I—” you began, but the words got caught in your throat. How could you possibly explain this?

     “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern now, as if maybe he had pulled too hard.

     “No,” you quickly reassured him, shaking your head. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”

     His eyes flicked over your face, as if searching for the truth. “Then… why did you…?” His voice trailed off again, and you could see the gears turning in his head, the realization slowly dawning on him.

     Jake’s grip in your hair loosened further, and you felt his fingers gently brush against your scalp, the soft touch sending another shiver through you. His brows lifted in surprise as if he was piecing it all together.

     “You liked it,” he said quietly, almost to himself, his voice tinged with wonder.

     Your face grew even hotter, and you turned your head away, trying to hide your expression. “Jake, it’s nothing—”

     “Nothing?” he repeated, a slight edge of disbelief in his voice now. “You moaned when I pulled your hair.”

     You shot him a glare, trying to change the subject. “I said it was nothing. Let’s just get back to baking before—”

     But Jake’s grin only widened. “Oh no, no, no. I don’t think I’m letting this go that easily.” He tugged your hair again, just slightly, testing the waters.

     You couldn’t help the soft sound that escaped you again, your body betraying you as your breath hitched. “Jake!” you squeaked, both mortified and somehow even more flustered.

     He chuckled, but there was a softness in his teasing, like he was just as surprised as you. “Well, this is an interesting development,” he mused, stepping closer, his body almost pressing against yours. His voice lowered slightly, more serious but still playful. “I didn’t know you had a thing for this.”

     You wanted to bury your face in your hands. “Jake, don’t—” you began, but before you could finish, he was pulling you closer, his lips suddenly crashing against yours.

     The kitchen counter dug into your back, but all you could focus on was the feel of Jake’s mouth on yours, hot and insistent. The kiss was both familiar and completely new, a line crossed that neither of you had even come close to before. But the intensity, the spark between you—it was undeniable.

     You pulled back slightly, gasping for breath, your heart pounding as you stared up at him. “Jake…” His name slipped out, almost a plea, but you weren’t even sure what you were asking for. A part of you was still processing what was happening, but the way his hands held you—the way his body was pressed against yours—made it impossible to think straight.

     Jake’s eyes were wild, his breath heavy as he looked down at you, his forehead resting against yours. “Fuck…” he muttered, his voice hoarse, his hand still buried in your hair. “What are we doing?”

     You swallowed hard, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. “I don’t know,” you whispered, feeling the weight of how much things had shifted between you two. Your heart was pounding in your ears, your body alight with sensation. But even with all the desire coursing through you, there was still that undercurrent of uncertainty.

     Jake seemed to feel it too. His hands stilled on your waist, his expression softening just slightly as he searched your face. “We shouldn’t be…” He trailed off, but he didn’t pull away, didn’t let go. He was torn, you could see it in his eyes—the tension between wanting to stop and needing to keep going.

     For a moment, you just stood there, bodies pressed together, the air thick with unspoken words. But then, his gaze dropped to your lips again, and that hesitation flickered away, replaced by the same hunger that had been growing between you all afternoon.

     Jake closed the gap between you two, approaching. “Best friends can kiss too, right?” he teased, his voice light but his eyes dark with desire.

     You were breathless, your heart racing. “Not like this,” you managed to say, but you couldn’t deny the way your body responded, the way your legs instinctively parted slightly to make room for him to press closer.

     Jake raised an eyebrow, his hand still tangled in your hair. “Oh, so this is a special kind of kiss, huh?” He tugged your hair again, just to see your reaction.

     A moan slipped from your lips, your back arching against him involuntarily. Jake’s breath hitched, his eyes flickering with something deeper. “I think I like this side of you,” he said softly, though his voice was still teasing. “You should’ve told me sooner.”

     You shot him a half-hearted glare. “Shut up and kiss me, Jake.”

     He didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth was on yours again, more urgent this time, and before you knew it, his hands were on your hips, lifting you up onto the counter. The cold surface against your skin sent a shiver through you, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of Jake’s body as he pressed between your legs.

     You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Jake’s hands roamed your sides, his fingers brushing the hem of your shirt, teasingly sliding underneath to feel the warmth of your skin.

     “Is this what you had in mind when we decided to bake?” you teased breathlessly between kisses.

     Jake smirked against your lips. “Definitely not. But I’m not complaining.” He kissed you again, more demanding now, his hands exploring your body with a confidence that made your heart race.

     As things grew more heated, you found yourself tightening your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Jake chuckled against your lips, pulling back just slightly. “Oh, so you’re the clingy type, huh?”

    You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but your breathlessness gave you away. “Shut up, Jake,” you muttered, your cheeks flushing.

    But Jake, always the tease, couldn’t resist. He ran a hand up your side, then back into your hair, giving it another gentle tug. The moan that followed was immediate, your head tilting back involuntarily as your body responded.

     Jake’s grin returned, this time with a wicked glint. “I could get used to this,” he said softly, his breath warm against your neck. “But I think we should take this somewhere more… comfortable.”

     Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could reply, Jake scooped you up effortlessly, your legs still wrapped around his waist. You couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of it all sinking in. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, but there was no denying the excitement coursing through you.

     Jake carried you to your room, kicking the door open with his foot. “And you love it,” he shot back, his voice low and teasing, though there was an undeniable heat in his gaze.

     He gently laid you down on the bed, hovering over you with a grin. “I have to ask,” he said, his eyes scanning your face for any hesitation. “You sure about this?”

     You nodded, breathless and a little nervous, but excitement thrummed through your veins. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

     Jake’s expression softened for a moment, his hand caressing your cheek. “Okay,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you again, this time slower, more deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second. His hands roamed your body, slipping beneath your shirt to lift it over your head, leaving you in just your bra.

     He paused for a moment, his eyes lingering on your newly exposed skin, before giving you a playful smile. “Well, this is definitely a step up from flour fights in the kitchen.”

     You laughed softly, nerves and anticipation mixing in your chest. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

     Jake leaned down, his lips trailing soft kisses along your collarbone, his hands working to undo the clasp of your bra. As the fabric slipped away, he froze for a brief moment, his eyes widening slightly as he took you in fully.

    “Wow,” he muttered, a little stunned. “I mean… wow.”

     You blushed, biting your lip. “Stop staring, Jake.”

     He grinned, leaning down to kiss you again. “Can’t help it.”

     Before long, you were both lost in each other, your bodies pressing together, the heat between you building. But just as the heat between you started to reach its peak, Jake paused, pulling back slightly to look at you. His eyes were half-lidded with lust, but there was a softness in them—a tenderness that took your breath away.

     “Do you have…?” he started to ask, his voice rough and low, but before he could finish, you reached into your bedside drawer, pulling out a small, foil-wrapped package. Jake blinked, clearly surprised, but he didn’t ask any questions. He just raised an eyebrow slightly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he took the condom from you.

     “Well, that was unexpected,” he murmured, tearing it open with his teeth before slipping it on. His movements were smooth, practiced, but there was still a hint of surprise in his expression. “I didn’t think you’d be prepared for this.”

     You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flush with heat. “Just in case,” you whispered, your voice breathy as you watched him. You didn’t want to admit how often you had thought about this—about him.

     Jake chuckled but didn’t say anything, tearing the packet open and rolling it on with practiced ease. He positioned himself between your legs again, pausing for just a moment to make sure you were still okay. You gave him a small nod, your body practically trembling with anticipation.

     When he finally pushed into you, it was slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. The stretch was perfect, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as he filled you completely.

     Jake groaned softly, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, building a rhythm that made your body sing. “You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

     You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as your hips moved in time with his. The pleasure was intense, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. You moaned his name softly, your body arching beneath him as the tension built.

     Jake leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss, his hand sliding up to tangle in your hair again. He gave it a gentle tug, just enough to send a shiver of pleasure down your spine, and you moaned loudly into his mouth.

     “God, I love that sound,” Jake groaned, his voice breathless. “I could do this all night.”

     You laughed softly, your body shaking with the intensity of it all. “Don’t you dare stop.”

     Jake’s grin widened as he pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes flickering with that teasing glint you knew so well. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured before kissing you again, his thrusts steady but deep, each one sending jolts of pleasure through you.

     His pace was slow at first, almost torturous as he drew out every sensation, making sure you felt every inch of him. Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the heat building between you both. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you.

     Jake’s breath was ragged now, matching your own. His hands were everywhere—one still tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist as if he couldn’t get enough of you. Every time he pulled your hair just a bit, that same involuntary moan escaped your lips, and you felt his body shudder in response.

     “I could do this all night,” Jake whispered, his voice rough with desire. But there was a hunger in his eyes, a need to push you both over the edge.

     Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him even deeper inside you. The way your bodies fit together felt so natural, and yet the intensity of it all was something neither of you had anticipated.

     You gasped his name, your nails digging into his back as he shifted his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel your entire body trembling with it.

     He groaned again, his movements growing more urgent as he felt you tightening around him. “You feel so good,” he murmured against your lips, his voice almost a growl. “So good…”

     You couldn’t respond; all you could do was cling to him, your body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. The tension inside you snapped, and you cried out his name, your entire body shaking with the force of your release. It felt like the world was spinning, your mind blank as the sensation took over completely.

     Jake wasn’t far behind. His pace quickened, his breath coming out in heavy, ragged gasps as he chased his own release. He kissed you again, hard and desperate, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

     Just when you thought he was about to finish inside you, Jake pulled back abruptly, slipping out of you. You blinked, confused for a moment, your body still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. But then you realized what he was doing—he quickly reached down, pulling off the condom and tossing it aside.

     Without a word, he moved back over you, his hand stroking himself as he leaned down, his eyes locking onto yours with that same intense gaze. His breaths were shallow, his movements quick and jerky as he brought himself to the edge. And then, with a low groan, he came—his release spilling onto your belly in warm, sticky spurts, the sight of him losing control sending a fresh wave of desire through you.

     You and Jake lay side by side, tangled in each other’s warmth, still coming down from the high of your passion. His breath was steady, though you could still hear the remnants of his exertion in the way his chest rose and fell. You hadn’t moved, and for now, neither of you wanted to.

     Jake was the first to break the silence. His hand, still resting on your waist, gently traced slow, comforting circles on your skin. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice tender, almost concerned.

     You nodded, feeling your body relax even more as his gentle touch calmed the aftershocks of your release. “Yeah,” you whispered, looking up at him. “I’m more than okay.”

     Jake’s lips quirked into a soft smile, his eyes warm as they met yours. “Good.” He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, the tenderness of the gesture making your heart swell. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before… it’s kinda new for me too.”

     You smiled, feeling the weight of the moment between you both, but the comfort of Jake’s presence made everything feel okay—natural, even. “Me neither,” you admitted, running your hand softly along his arm.

     For a few minutes, Jake stayed like that, holding you close, his fingers playing lazily with your hair as you both enjoyed the quiet intimacy. But then, he shifted slightly, looking down at your stomach where the remnants of his release still clung to your skin.

     “We should probably clean up,” he murmured, a bit of a sheepish grin crossing his face.

     You laughed softly, feeling the flush of heat return to your cheeks. “Yeah, probably.”

     Jake sat up slowly, careful not to pull away from you too quickly. He rolled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a warm, damp washcloth. When he came back to the bed, his expression was one of deep care, almost protectiveness.

     “Just relax,” he said gently as he sat beside you.

     You watched as he leaned over and started to clean you up, his movements slow and delicate, like he didn’t want to hurt you or break the softness of the moment. The warm cloth felt soothing against your skin, and the care with which Jake wiped away the mess made your heart flutter.

     He wiped the traces of himself from your stomach first, his touch never losing its tenderness. Then, he moved lower, being gentle and respectful as he cleaned you, making sure you were comfortable throughout. You couldn’t help but feel your chest tighten at how sweet he was being—how much he cared for you, not just in the heat of the moment but after, when everything had quieted down.

     Jake glanced up at you a few times, checking in without needing to say anything, his eyes soft and full of warmth. When he finished, he tossed the washcloth aside and lay back down beside you, pulling you into his arms once more.

     “Feel better?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

     “Much better,” you murmured, your voice soft as you nestled into his embrace, feeling completely safe in his arms.

     Jake chuckled, his fingers trailing up and down your spine in soothing strokes. “Good.” There was a brief pause before he added, “I hope I wasn’t too rough. I got a little carried away.”

     You shook your head, looking up at him. “You were perfect,” you whispered, your eyes locking with his. “I’ve never felt so… cared for.”

     Jake smiled, the relief clear in his eyes as he kissed you again, this time softer, slower, his lips lingering against yours in a way that made your heart melt. “I’ll always take care of you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of affection. “I promise.”

     The sincerity in his words made your chest tighten with emotion. You knew that this was more than just the physical—it was Jake showing you how much you meant to him, how much he cherished you. The realization hit you deeply, and it made you feel even closer to him than before.

     For the next few minutes, you stayed wrapped in his arms, his gentle caresses lulling you into a state of calm. Eventually, Jake shifted again, glancing toward the bathroom. “You should probably take a quick shower. It’ll help you feel refreshed,” he suggested, his voice still soft. “I’ll grab you something to wear.”

     You nodded, appreciating how thoughtful he was being. As you stood up and made your way to the bathroom, you felt Jake’s eyes following you, not with lust, but with a quiet affection that warmed you from the inside out.

     While you showered, Jake busied himself with gathering your clothes, and when you emerged from the bathroom, he was waiting for you with one of his old shirts in hand. “Thought this might be more comfortable than pajamas,” he said, holding it out to you with a sheepish smile.

     You smiled back, slipping the oversized shirt over your head. It smelled like him—fresh and comforting. You padded back to the bed, where Jake was already lying, his arms open for you to slip back into.

     As soon as you lay down, he pulled you close again, wrapping you in his warmth. His fingers resumed their gentle strokes along your back, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. The comfort of his presence, combined with the softness of the moment, made your eyelids grow heavy.

     As he finished, he tossed the cloth aside and pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Guess we’ll have to bake another day,” he teased softly, his voice full of warmth and affection.

     You smiled, snuggling into his chest. “Yeah, another day.”

The room was quiet except for the low hum of the TV in the background, casting a dim, flickering light across the bed. You and Jake had been spending the evening together, your bodies naturally tangled under the blankets, limbs comfortably intertwined. His arm rested lazily around your waist, fingers tracing soft patterns against your skin. There was something different tonight, though—a tension that had been slowly building between you, each touch lingering a little longer, each glance carrying something more.

Jake’s hand slid from your waist to your thigh, his touch gentle but charged. You shifted slightly, turning to face him, and caught the way his eyes darkened as he looked down at you. The playful teasing you both so often engaged in had slipped away, leaving behind a quiet intensity that made your heart race.

“Are you alright?” Jake asked softly, his voice low and slightly hoarse. His gaze searched your face, but there was a hesitance in his expression.

You nodded, your breath catching slightly as you smiled up at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

His hand on your thigh tightened slightly, and you could see the conflict in his eyes—the way his body seemed to want more, but his mind was holding back. “You sure? You’ve been quiet…” His tone was gentle, but there was an underlying tension in it, a question unspoken.

“I’m just… thinking,” you murmured, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath his shirt. You could sense how hard he was trying to keep things calm, to hold back when every fiber of his being seemed to want to give in.

Jake’s breath hitched, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “About what?”

You bit your lip, feeling a surge of confidence as you let your hand wander lower, brushing the waistband of his jeans. “Maybe about how I want to take care of you tonight…”

Jake groaned softly, his head falling back against the pillow as his chest rose and fell more quickly. His hand gripped the sheets beside him, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep himself composed. “Y/n, you don’t have to—”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, silencing him before he could finish. “I want to,” you whispered, your voice firm, yet tender. “I want you to feel good.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, a low chuckle escaping him. The desire in his voice was palpable, thick and heavy as he spoke.

Without another word, you began kissing your way down his chest, your lips brushing over the hard lines of his body, feeling the way he trembled under your touch. His breath grew more ragged as you unbuttoned his jeans, slowly sliding them down his hips. His length was already straining against the fabric of his boxers, the heat radiating from him almost intoxicating.

“Y/n…” Jake’s voice was strained, filled with a mixture of desperation and restraint. “You don’t have to—”

“I know,” you interrupted, smiling softly as you looked up at him. “But I want to.”

With that, you freed him from his boxers, wrapping your hand around his length, feeling him twitch at your touch. The reaction was instant—his body tensed, a deep groan escaping his lips as he tried to keep himself composed. You kissed the tip of him softly before taking him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you started slow, teasing him.

“Fuck…” Jake’s voice was hoarse, his hand flying to your hair as his hips jerked slightly, his body betraying him. “Y/n, that feels—fuck.”

You took him deeper, moving at your own pace, and his groans grew louder, his fingers tightening in your hair. The way he was losing control only spurred you on, wanting to see just how far you could push him. You hollowed your cheeks, sliding him further into your mouth, and that was when Jake’s body took over.

Without warning, his hips bucked, thrusting him deeper into your throat. You gagged slightly at the sudden movement, your eyes watering, but you didn’t pull away. The sensation had caught him off guard too—his eyes flew open, panic flashing across his face as he quickly tried to pull you back.

“Shit! I’m so sorry—fuck, I didn’t mean to do that,” Jake gasped, his voice laced with panic as his hand gently tugged at your hair, trying to ease you back. “Are you okay?”

You met his worried gaze, your eyes watery from the gag, but you gave him a small nod, signaling you were fine. Instead of pulling away, you pushed him deeper again, taking him as far as you could. Jake’s breath caught in his throat, his body going rigid as he let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Y/n… fuck, you’re…” His voice trailed off as he struggled to form words, his body trembling beneath you.

Despite his earlier attempts to hold back, Jake was losing control. The sensitivity was overwhelming, and every touch, every movement seemed to push him closer to the edge. His hips jerked forward again, this time more involuntarily, as the pleasure overtook him.

“I can’t—shit, I’m gonna come,” Jake groaned, his voice ragged and desperate as he gripped the sheets with one hand and your hair with the other. “Fuck, I can’t stop—”

His whole body tensed, his thighs trembling as he teetered on the edge. And then, with a broken, guttural moan, Jake came hard, spilling into your mouth. His hips jerked uncontrollably, pushing him deeper as you swallowed around him, taking everything he had to give. You could feel the pulse of his release, the warmth flooding your mouth as he let out a series of strained, breathless curses.

“Fuck… fuck, Y/n…” Jake’s voice was barely audible, his body trembling as he came down from the high. His hand slid from your hair, fingers weakly gripping the sheets as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—fuck.”

You wiped the corner of your mouth, crawling back up the bed to curl up beside him, resting your head on his chest. “You don’t have to apologize,” you whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin. “I wanted it.”

Jake let out a breathless chuckle, his arm wrapping around you as he pulled you close, his fingers brushing through your hair. “I didn’t mean to come like that… I just—fuck, you felt so good.” His chest was still rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to regain control, his body still buzzing from the intensity of it all.

You smiled against his chest, your heart swelling with affection as you traced soft patterns on his skin. “I’ll take care of you anytime.”

Jake let out a soft sigh, his hand continuing to stroke your hair gently as he kissed the top of your head. “You’re amazing,” he muttered, his voice filled with a lazy, contented warmth. “But next time… I’m returning the favor.”

the scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air, mingling with the soft crackle of the fireplace as you and jake sat amidst a sea of holiday decorations. the twinkling lights from the christmas tree, still bare, reflected in his eyes as he pulled out the first ornament from the box. this was your first christmas together in your new home, and you both wanted to make it perfect. the anticipation of creating something special, something that would become a cherished tradition, filled the room with a quiet excitement.

jake tilted his head, examining the delicate ornament—a small, glass snowflake that caught the light and sparkled in his hand. this one’s from our first trip to the mountains, remember? he said, his voice soft with nostalgia.

you leaned closer, your shoulder brushing against his as you looked at the snowflake. the memory of that trip—getting snowed in at the cabin, the long walks through the woods, the way he’d held you close to keep you warm—brought a smile to your face. i remember. you insisted we needed to buy a souvenir from that tiny shop in town.

and you thought it was cheesy, he added with a grin, carefully hanging the snowflake on one of the lower branches. but now look at it—first one on our tree.

cheesy or not, it’s perfect, you agreed, reaching into the box for the next ornament.

as you both continued unpacking the ornaments, each one brought with it a flood of memories. there was the tiny reindeer you’d had since you were a kid, its antlers a little bent from years of being carefully wrapped and unwrapped. jake gently straightened the antlers before finding a prominent spot for it on the tree.

this one’s seen a lot of christmases, he said, stepping back to admire it. i’m glad it’s with us for this one.

you nodded, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you. you been with me through everything. but this is the first time it feels like it’s truly at home.

jake glanced at you, his eyes softening. he didn’t say anything, but the way he reached out to take your hand said everything. you squeezed his hand, feeling the connection between you grow even stronger.

together, you hung each ornament with care, sharing stories and laughter as you decorated the tree. every so often, jake would pull you close for a quick kiss, his lips brushing against yours in a way that made your heart flutter. the warmth of his touch, the way he looked at you with so much love and affection, made the room feel even cozier.

when you reached for the lights, jake paused, holding up a tangled mess of wires and tiny bulbs. why do these things always end up like this? he asked with a mock sigh, though there was a playful glint in his eyes.

you laughed, taking the other end of the lights. it’s a holiday mystery. no matter how carefully we pack them away, they somehow manage to tangle themselves up.

maybe they get bored in the box and decide to have a party, jake suggested, his tone light and teasing as he began to work on the knots.

you shook your head, smiling at his silly explanation. and here I thought it was just bad luck.

as you both worked to untangle the lights, your fingers brushed against his, sending a small thrill through you each time. the task, though tedious, felt less like a chore and more like an opportunity to be close to him, to share in the simple joy of doing something together. when you finally got the lights untangled, jake draped them over his shoulders like a glowing scarf.

how do I look? he asked with a grin, striking a dramatic pose.

you giggled, reaching up to adjust the lights around his neck. like the most festive person I’ve ever seen.

he leaned down, his face inches from yours, the lights casting a warm glow on his features. that’s all I wanted to hear, he murmured before closing the distance and kissing you softly, the lights between you twinkling like stars.

when the kiss ended, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression tender. i love kissing your soft lips.

me too, you whispered, feeling your heart swell with emotion.

with the lights finally ready, you both began winding them around the tree, carefully spacing them out so that every branch was covered. the tree slowly came to life, its dark green needles illuminated by the soft glow of the lights. you both stepped back to admire your work, jake’s arm slipping around your waist as he pulled you close.

it’s starting to look like christmas in here, you said softly, resting your head against his shoulder.

yeah, it is, he agreed, his voice just as soft. but I think it’s missing something…

you looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. oh? and what might that be?

jake’s grin widened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small sprig of mistletoe. this.

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. you’re so predictable.

maybe, he admitted, holding the mistletoe above your head, but you love it.

before you could respond, he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss that was soft and sweet, yet filled with the promise of more to come. his free hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer as you melted into the kiss. the warmth of the moment wrapped around you both, making the world outside feel like a distant memory.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you couldn’t help but smile. you really did plan this, didn’t you?

maybe just a little, jake admitted, his voice low and affectionate. i couldn’t resist. you look too cute standing there, waiting for me to kiss you.

you playfully swatted his arm, though you were still smiling. alright, let’s finish this tree before we get too distracted.

together, you continued decorating, hanging the ornaments with care and occasionally pausing to share a memory or a quick kiss. each ornament seemed to tell a story, from the tiny silver bell you’d found at a flea market to the handmade wooden star that jake’s grandfather had carved. every piece had its own place on the tree, and by the time you were finished, it felt like you had built something that was not just beautiful, but meaningful as well.

finally, it was time to place the star on top of the tree. you picked it up, turning it over in your hands to admire the delicate craftsmanship. this was one of the first things you and jake had bought together for the house, and it felt fitting that it would be the finishing touch on your first christmas tree.

want to do the honors? jake asked, his voice warm and inviting as he looked at you.

you smiled, but instead of answering, you handed the star to him. actually, i think you should do it.

jake took the star, but he shook his head, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous glint. i think this is a two-person job.

before you could protest, jake had already scooped you up into his arms, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing at all. you yelped in surprise, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. jake! you could’ve warned me!

he grinned, holding you steady as he brought you closer to the top of the tree. where’s the fun in that?

you laughed, but the sound was breathless, a mix of surprise and the fluttering in your chest from being so close to him. with a smile, you reached out and carefully placed the star on the highest branch, adjusting it until it was perfectly aligned. once it was secure, jake slowly lowered you back down, his hands lingering on your waist as your feet touched the ground.

perfect, he said softly, his voice full of warmth as he looked at the tree, then back at you. just like you.

you felt your cheeks flush at his words, and before you could say anything, jake leaned in and kissed you again. this kiss was different from the others, deeper and more intense, as if he was pouring all the love and happiness he felt in that moment into you. his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, and you responded by threading your fingers through his hair, losing yourself in the feel of him.

when he finally pulled back, you were both breathless, your heart racing in the best way possible. you looked up at him, your fingers still tangled in his hair, and couldn’t help but smile. merry almost christmas, you whispered, your voice filled with affection.

jake grinned, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in to kiss you again, this time on the tip of your nose. merry almost christmas babe, he echoed, his voice just as soft. i couldn’t have asked for a better way to start the holidays.

you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest as you both stood there, basking in the warmth of the moment. the room was quiet except for the soft hum of the christmas lights and the gentle crackling of the fire in the fireplace. it was one of those moments that felt like it could last forever, where everything was just right, and you were exactly where you were meant to be.

after a while, jake pulled back slightly, his hands sliding up to cup your face. i love you, you know that?

you looked up at him, your heart swelling with emotion. i love you too, jake. more than anything.

he smiled, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. i’m really glad we’re doing this together. I know it’s just a tree, but it feels like so much more.

it is more, you agreed, your voice soft but full of meaning. it’s our first christmas in our first home. it’s the beginning of everything we’re going to build together.

jake’s smile widened, and he leaned in to press another kiss to your lips, this one slow and lingering, full of all the love and promises for the future. when he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with so much warmth and affection that it made your heart skip a beat.

come on, he said, his voice low and intimate as he took your hand. let’s go enjoy our work.

he led you over to the couch, where a pile of soft blankets and pillows waited. the firelight cast a warm glow over everything, and the room felt cozy and inviting. jake pulled you down onto his lap, wrapping a blanket around you both as you settled into the cushions. the soft glow of the christmas tree lights bathed the room in a warm, golden light, making everything feel even more magical.

you snuggled into jake’s chest, feeling his arms tighten around you as you both got comfortable. his warmth surrounded you, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek, a soothing reminder of how connected you were. every so often, he would press a soft kiss to your hair, and you would smile, feeling completely at ease in his arms.

as you sat there together, watching the tree twinkle and the fire burn low, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for everything you had. it was more than just the decorations or the gifts you’d eventually exchange. it was the love, the connection, the sense of home that you had built together. this was more than just a moment; it was the beginning of a lifetime of memories, and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

jake’s voice broke the comfortable silence, his tone soft and full of affection. this is the best christmas I’ve ever had, and it hasn’t even officially started yet.

you smiled, tilting your head up to look at him. me too. and I can’t wait to spend many more just like this with you.

he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, one that spoke of promises for the future and the love you would continue to share. when he pulled back, his eyes were filled with so much warmth and affection it made your heart skip a beat.