WE CAN'T... WE CAN. • S. JAEYUN
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( 심재윤 ) In which - You and Jake have been best friends since kindergarten, but the last few weeks there's been some real tension between you two. Who would've thought that one sofa would be enough to break that tension?
Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, dry humping, heavy sexual tension, Jealousy, drinking/alcohol, BestFriends with tention
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Jake and I had been best friends for years. Ever since kindergarten, we'd been inseparable. We shared everything: lunches, secrets, the swing set at recess, and later, the weight of homework and heartbreaks.
Now we were attending college together, sharing the same campus, the same group of friends, the same late-night convenience store runs. But the last few months, things had been different. There was this unspoken tension between us, thick and electric, something that hummed in the air whenever our eyes met across a room. And tonight was no different.
I was chatting with Jungwon in the corner of the crowded living room, nursing a red cup of whatever cheap soju mix they'd poured. The party was crammed into some upperclassman's off-campus house; sticky floors, bass-thumping music, bodies pressing together under dim colored lights.
I'd been dragged here by Heeseung, who insisted I needed to "get out more." So here I was, wedged between a bookshelf and a sweating wall, talking to Jungwon while the others were in the chaos. It was only the six of us tonight: Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, Jake, and me.
"We've just had this weird tension lately," I admitted quietly, glancing across the room where Jake was laughing with Jay and Sunghoon near the makeshift bar. Jake's head was thrown back, his smile wide and easy, his hand running through his dark hair. My stomach tightened. "But that's it. Just tension."
Jungwon rolled his eyes so hard I thought they'd fall out of his skull. "You two just like each other! That's why you have all that tension." He took a sip of his drink, raising an eyebrow at me over the rim. "We don't. We can't," I said, defending myself a little too quickly. The words came out defensive, almost shrill.
"Gosh, just fuck it off!" Jungwon said, finishing his drink in one long gulp and setting the cup down with a decisive thud.
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, weaving through a cluster of people dancing to a TikTok song I didn't recognize.
"Ey!" I heard Jungwon yell, running after me. His sneakers squeaked on the sticky floor. "Hey, wait up!"
But I kept moving, not wanting to face his knowing grin. I found a spot near the kitchen, where the crowd thinned out and the music was slightly less overwhelming. I took a long sip of my soju mix, letting the cheap burn settle in my chest.
A few drinks later, I found myself roped into a game of beer pong with Choi Soobin, one of the popular juniors everyone knew and loved. He was tall, with a boyish smile and the kind of confidence that came naturally to him. The table was set up in the dining room, surrounded by a small crowd of onlookers cheering and groaning with each shot.
"Nice shot," Soobin said, leaning in a little closer than necessary as I sank a cup. His shoulder brushed mine, and I caught a whiff of his cologne; clean, expensive. I brushed it off. This was Choi Soobin, after all. He was effortlessly charming with everyone. "Don't get too cocky," I laughed, taking another sip of my beer as he sank yet another shot. I was only on my third drink. He was somehow already on his seventh and barely looked affected.
"I'm so beating you," I said, grabbing another ping-pong ball from the cup of water. I lined up my throw, biting my lower lip in concentration. He watched me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The ball left my hand, arced through the air, and landed just shy of the cup; bouncing off the rim and rolling away.
"You've got great aim for someone so small," Soobin teased, his eyes flicking down to my frame. I shot him a look. "I'm gonna take that as a compliment—"
"It was one," he interrupted with a grin, giving me a quick wink. His lashes were long, his smile disarming.
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face. His compliments came so easily that it was hard not to lean into them. For a moment, I forgot about the tension, about Jake, about the knot in my chest.
I grabbed another ball, twirling it between my fingers as I stepped up to the line. "Ready to lose?" Soobin asked, grinning. "In your dreams," I shot back, lifting the ball. I had it balanced between my thumb and forefinger, my eyes locked on the farthest cup.
I hadn't even released it when the air around us shifted.
The easy laughter faded, replaced by a familiar tension that settled in my chest before I even turned around. The noise of the party seemed to dim, the warmth of the room growing heavy. I knew that presence like I knew my own heartbeat.
Jake was walking toward us.
His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket, his jaw set a little tighter than usual. His eyes landed on me first, then flicked to Soobin for a brief second a flash of something dark and unreadable. He stopped right beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
I blinked up at him, startled. "Nooo," I whined, drawing the word out. "Jakey, I don't wanna go." I gestured at the beer pong table. "I was winning."
"Jay and the others are already in the car." Jake's hand landed on my elbow, gentle but firm, guiding me away from the table.
Soobin raised an eyebrow but said nothing, just gave me a small wave. I shot him an apologetic look over my shoulder as Jake pulled me through the crowd, past the dancing bodies, past the sticky floors, out into the cool night air.
The ride back to the boys' apartment was cramped. Jay's car was a beat-up sedan with a backseat that barely fit three, and we were six. I ended up on Jake's lap because there wasn't space, and it wasn't anything new for us after years of casual closeness. His thighs were solid under me, warm and firm. I leaned back against his chest, my head finding the natural curve of his shoulder, my eyelids drooping.
In the car ride, I kind of dozed off, lulled by the hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of Jake's breathing. I felt his hand rest on my hip, steadying me as Jay took a sharp turn. The others were talking; something about the party, about Soobin, about a girl Heeseung was trying to talk to but their voices faded into background noise.
I heard Jay ask, "Do we bringing her home? To her dorm?"
And Jake's voice, low and close to my ear: "No, let's just go home. She can sleep on my bed."
"Okay," Jay said driving further.
When we finally pulled into the parking lot of the boys' apartment, the car doors opened and cold air rushed in. I groaned, forcing my eyes open. My body felt heavy, sluggish. My feet were killing me.
As we walked from the parking lot to the apartment door I started whining. "My feet are hurting. Why did I put on heels?" I complained, wobbling slightly.
"Then take them off. I'm not carrying your fat ass!" Sunghoon said, walking ahead without looking back. fuck him!
I stopped, bent down to unstrap my heels, but before I could even straighten up, two strong arms wrapped around me; one under my knees, the other around my back. Jake lifted me like I weighed nothing.
"You're not walking barefoot in the streets," he said, his voice firm but soft. His arms were steady, his chest warm against my side.
I just smiled, my face heating despite the cool night air. I looped my arms around his neck, letting my head rest against his shoulder. "Thank you, kind sir," I murmured, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
His skin was warm, slightly stubbled. I felt him tense for a fraction of a second, then relax. He didn't say anything, but his grip on me tightened just a little.
Sunghoon held the door open, rolling his eyes. "Get a room, you two."
"We're outside, genius," Jake shot back, but there was no heat in it.
Jay and Heeseung were already inside, kicking off shoes and tossing jackets onto the couch. The apartment smelled like takeout and the faint trace of Jay's cologne.
Jake carried me through the living room, past the kitchen, down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. He set me down gently on the edge of his bed. The same bed I'd slept in a dozen times before during movie marathons and late-night study sessions. The sheets smelled like him, clean and familiar.
“Here, it’s just a shirt and some shorts for you to change into,” Jake said, handing it to me. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. Then he left the room. I stood up, went to the bathroom, and changed out of my party clothes. The shirt was way to big going past my thighs; i didn’t even bother to change into the shorts jake gave me.
As I left his bathroom, I jumped into his bed. He has the best bed… though that’s a lie. Sunoo had the best one, but he gatekeeps it from everybody. I was so lucky to lie on it once… gosh, that was better than any sex I’ve ever had in my life.
As i closed my eyes to try to fall asleep i hear the door open slowly. I turned, heart jumping, and saw Jake standing there; now changed into loose gray joggers and a black tank top that clung to his chest. He moved quietly, heading straight for the sofa in the corner of his own room.
"Wait—why are you there?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.
He didn't look at me, just grabbed a thin blanket from the armchair. "No worries, you can take the bed. I just don't wanna sleep with Riki tonight. He's being annoying. So I'll just take the sofa." He said it like it was completely normal to sleep on the couch in your own room. Like it meant nothing.
"You can sleep in the bed, Jake," I heard myself say, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I was in shock at my own boldness. He froze, then shook his head. "Oh—no, no, you can take it. I don't want to invade your space."
"Jake." I sat up straighter, the sheets pooling around my waist. "But I want you here." The words hung in the air, heavy and charged. I didn't even know I was this brave. Maybe it was the tequila still humming in my veins, loosening every inhibition I had.
"Stop," he said, his voice flat.
"What?!" I asked, incredulous.
"We're friends. We can't..." He finally looked at me, and I saw the conflict in his eyes; desire warring with restraint. "I don't trust myself. Now go to sleep."
Something came over me then. A recklessness I couldn't name. I swung my legs out of his bed and stood, walking toward him barefoot. The floor was cool against my soles. He was lying on the sofa, legs extended, watching me approach with wide eyes.
"Choi..." he warned, sitting up slightly.
I didn't stop. I placed both arms on either side of his head, leaning in, caging him against the back of the sofa. A kabedon; except I was the one pinning him down. "Jake, don't act like you aren't feeling this," I said, my voice low, hungry.
"We can't," he repeated, but his eyes were fixed on my lips.
I leaned in slowly, giving him every chance to stop me. Our lips were barely a breath apart. "Tell me to stop." I whispered. He didn't. Instead, his hand shot up, grabbing the back of my head roughly, fingers tangling in my hair, and he pulled me into a kiss that was anything but gentle.
I gasped against his mouth, and then I was on his lap; one leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him. The kiss started sweet, tentative, but the moment I let out a soft moan, Jake growled into my mouth, and everything changed. It became urgent. Hungry. Desperate.
"Fuck," he growled against my lips.
I didn't pull back. Instead I rolled my hips harder, grinding my soaked core against the thick ridge straining inside his gray joggers. The friction sent sparks through my clit even through the layer of fabric. Jake's fingers dug into the meat of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart and pulling me tighter against him. The thin cotton of my panties did nothing to hide how wet I was.
"Feel what you do to me?" he rasped, one hand leaving my ass to grab my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. "Feel how hard I am for you."
I nodded, breathless, and rolled my hips again in a slow, deliberate circle. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance through the layers; joggers, panties barrier. I wanted it gone. But the grinding felt too good to stop. Fuck.
Jake's other hand slid up my thigh, fingers trailing fire. He pulled the shirt higher, exposing my soaked panties. The cool air hit the wet fabric and I shivered.
"Look at that," he muttered, eyes dropping to where my cunt was practically begging for him through the cotton. "Soaked right through. You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Every time we watched a movie together. Every time you sat close to me on this couch."
I couldn't answer. His thumb pressed down on my clit through the fabric, rubbing in tight circles. I gasped and bucked against his hand, grinding down harder. The friction from the wet cotton against my sensitive bud made my toes curl.
"Answer me pretty." he said, voice low and commanding. He pressed harder.
"Yes," I whimpered. "Yes, I thought about it. Every time."
He leaned in and kissed me again, but slower this time, dirtier. His tongue traced my lower lip before slipping inside, tasting me. I sucked on it, and he groaned into my mouth. Meanwhile his hand kept working my clit through the soaked fabric, alternating between firm circles and teasing taps. My hips moved in rhythm with his hand, chasing the pressure, the heat building low in my belly. I arched into him, fingers tangling in his hair.
"Not yet," he murmured against my skin. His hand left my cunt and grabbed my waist, guiding my grinding. "Ride my thigh. Show me how much you want it."
I didn't hesitate. I shifted position, spreading my knees wider on either side of his leg, and pressed my dripping core against the hard muscle of his thigh. The fabric of his joggers was rough against my sensitive folds even through my panties. I started moving, rocking back and forth, grinding my clit against the solid pressure of his quad. Each pass sent electricity up my spine.
Jake watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, one hand on my hip guiding the rhythm, the other stroking his own cock through his joggers. He palmed himself, the outline of his erection straining against the gray fabric.
"Fuck, you're beautiful like this," he said, voice rough. "Rubbing yourself on me. So pretty."
I moaned, the dirty words making me clench around nothing. I ground harder, faster, my breath coming in short gasps. The friction was perfect; not enough to make me come, but enough to drive me crazy. My panties were completely soaked now, the fabric sticking to my folds, creating a slick, slippery mess.
Jake's hand slid down my stomach and slipped beneath. His fingers found my bare cunt; wet, hot, swollen and he let out a guttural sound. He pushed one finger inside me without warning. I cried out, my hips faltering. His finger was thick, knuckle-deep, curling up to hit that spongy spot inside me. He added a second finger, stretching me, pumping slowly as I continued to grind against his palm.
"Fuck. You're so tight," he growled. "I'm gonna split you open on my cock."
He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, tasting me. His eyes never left mine. Then he grabbed my hips and lifted me off his lap, standing abruptly.
And he carried me to the mattress, dropping me onto it, climbing over me with fire in his eyes.
His fingers found my clit, circling slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring the sounds I made. I was already so close.
He pulled his hand away, and I whimpered at the loss. But then he was shucking off his joggers, his boxers, his cock springing free; hard, thick, glistening at the tip. My mouth went dry.
"Gosh, you're big." I breathed, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and intense.
"Fuck—We're supposed to be—ah—best friends." he groaned as he pushed inside, slow, inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, burning in the best way. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He bottomed out, pausing to let me adjust. I could feel every inch of him, filling me completely.
"I know," he breathed, leaning down to kiss me. "I know."
Then he started moving. Slow at first, deep, leaving no room for anything but the sensation of him sliding in and out, hitting spots I didn't know existed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"More." I begged. "Please, more—"
"Look at you," he said, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Such a pretty mess."
He shifted my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. The new angle drove him deeper than before, angled perfectly against my g-spot. I cried out, my head thrown back, the world narrowing to the feeling of him inside me.
"Take it," he commanded, his hips snapping harder. "Take all of it."
All I could do was whine and whimper, words failing me. The pressure built in my core, threatening to shatter.
"Just breathe," he said, but his rhythm was relentless, punishing. "You're taking me so well."
"I—I—I'm coming," I gasped, the words tumbling out.
"Fuck—come for me, pretty." His voice was strained, desperate.
The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, pulling me under. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him, clenching, milking him. "Please, Jake, come in me, please." I whimpered through the aftershocks. "Fuck," he grunted, and I felt him pulse inside me, hot and deep, his own release triggering another wave of pleasure.
We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies tangled, breathing ragged. He lowered my legs gently, pulling out slowly, and collapsed beside me. The room was silent except for our harsh breaths.
"Fuck... that was good. Fuck." He stared at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling. I turned my head to look at him, a smile spreading across my face despite myself. He glanced at me, then back at the ceiling. "I'm getting you a Plan B tomorrow. No worries."
"No worries," I said, my voice still shaky. "I'm on birth control."
He blinked, then let out a short laugh. "Oh, that case," he said, a sarcastic grin tugging at his lips. "Get ready for round two."
"Shut up, Sim!" I slapped his chest playfully, but I was laughing too.
"Joking" he said, catching my hand and lacing his fingers through mine. "But... let me run you a shower. Clean you up."
I turned toward him, propping myself up on one elbow. "I don't wanna shower alone!" I whined, pouting.
He rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face. “You weren't. I'm going with you.”
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