‘til the room stinks ⭒ s.𝒿𝓎🏹
pairing⭒ sim jaeyun x 𝒻!reader┈┈🏹 uni au, mdni, smut, slightly familiar acquaintances au ⭒ 𝓌.c 10.9k
synopsis ⭒ he’s seen you and you’ve heard about him. Sim jaeyun aka Jake ever so confident believes he can get in your pants before the party ends. Question is will you fold like the other girls, or will you have him on his toes to earn it? nsfw tags ┈┈🏹 18+ // slight yearning, hearth throb + baddie au, dom! Jake x bratty reader, whimpering, sexual tension, slight grinding (can be seen as humping if you 👀), cunnilingus, alcohol consumption, fingering, oral sex (f. +m. rec) , unprotected sex, marking, spit kink, pet names, creampie, dirty talk, great minds think alike, teasing…(unedited!!)
plug 𝒾nto me⭒┈┈🎧 are you that somebody?—aaliyah, video—kaytranada, griddle—yeat, loyalty—Kendrick Lamar ft. Rihanna, sativa—jhené aiko, cece’s interlude—drake, til the room stinks—kwn
a/n I apologise in advance for typos, I was drunk when I wrote this
If there was one thing that everyone could agree on, is that Jay knew how to throw a party. With his parents away for a week‘s vacation in Greece, the invitation had spread across campus upon their departure.
the house thrummed beneath the night sky, its windows glowing with strings of red and blue lights spilling across the lawn. Bass rolled through the walls in steady waves, blending with bursts of laughter, clinking bottles, and conversations that carried well into the garden. The air thick with the scent of strong alcohol, fragrance scented sweat, and the unmistakable whiff of high grade sativa.
Every room and corner was packed in groups. People danced in the open space between the kitchen and the entrance, while overly turnt football players chugged bottomless barrels of punch and beat. Hell, even high school freshmen snuck in, in hopes to flirt with senior broads.
In the lounge, conversation was a buzz between Jake and his friends: heeseung, ni-ki, a couple of brads and chads and of course, Jay.
Red cups were unevenly spread over the coffee table between them, topics flying about easily as the alcohol melted into their mouths. Jake absentmindedly brushed his luscious locks back, sipping at his drink while ni-ki gestured helplessly half way through his story, everyone else wheezing at the play in it.
“So what you're saying, is that she left you pantless on your bed with a stiffy all because she remembered she had an assignment due?" Jay asked, his hand resting comfortably at his mouth.
Ni-ki scoffed. "That's the work of lucifer, I fucking swear." He stood then hands landing on either side of his hips, voice cracking at his words. “ She had me geeking for over a week and I thought she'd at least show me exactly what she kept bragging about over text."
Heeseung and sunghoon smacked each other, cackling like a pack if hyenas at the pain in ni-ki's voice. Jake smiled widely, fighting back a laugh as ni-ki went on. “To be quite honest, I think she was just too scared to handle the riki monster."
Jay shook his head, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. "please don't tell me that's you're—"
"What?" Ni-ki deadpanned. "It was either that or the thriller."
sunghoon doubled over laughing, while heeseung struggle to catch his breath with tears in his eyes. Even the rest of the group tipped their heads back, shoulders shaking as the joke dissolved into the music.
Jake shook his head, downing the rest of his drink before placing the cup onto the table.
Before silence could loom over the crowd, ni-ki broke the ice. "So hyung, when's you're date coming?"
Jake furrowed his eyebrows, head ticking at his friend's question. "What date?"
Ni-ki took up space next to Jake basically squishing into him just so he could get more information. "You know, that girl from the mech department." He snapped his fingers, pursing his lips and he looked up. "What was her name again?" Ni-ki played around with syllables and vowels trying to remember your name, but it only fueled irritation in Jake when he couldnt get it right.
"It's y/n." He said, though it came out stern, Jake had an obvious grin on his face.
It was no secret that Jake had a habit to gravitate toward girls who seemed just a little out his league. But the day you showed up, you seemed to take the cup. It was a on a random Tuesday when he layed his eyes on the baddest girl he's ever seen—crossing the quad with your friends, laughing outside lecture halls, even simply dressed you never failed to grab the attention of passerby's.
Eventually the more he saw you on campus, more guys noticed you too, which rubbed Jake off the wrong way. His friends found it rather pathetic that he subliminally developed a sense of protection/ jealousy over you, reason being that Jake had never spoken to you once.
You‘ve only heard of sim jaeyun.
Campus heartthrob. The name that always found it’s way into every conversation, attached to a different story or overly saturated scenarios. His worshipers thought he was the most charming of them all, others called him trouble. Even your friends had tales of their own, and though you never knew which ones to believe, you absorbed them all. Whether half the rumors were true hardly mattered because his reputation, of all things, arrived long before he ever did.
There was a slight problem though, even though you labelled him as a walking red flag for precautions sake and a hazard you needed to avoid, some part of you seemed to enjoy the idea of him realizing that you weren't going to be as easy to figure out as the other girls.
“Is she coming?" Heeseung asked turning over to face Jake, who seemed bored out of his mind. He just shrugged, head resting on the back rest of the sofa.
Lisa and eunchae stepped inside first, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. A beat later you followed.
Brad was first to notice, since he stood leaning against the room divider directly facing the door. Jay noticed the shift in his expression and almost instantly he nudged Jake with his elbow. "Speak of the devil."
Jake glanced behind him toward the entrance a smirked knowingly.
"Is that her, y/n?" Ni-ki asked eyes catching our every move.
"one and only." Jay confirmed in a sing-Tone.
Conversation around the circle has softened for a moment as more than a few heads turned on the same direction. Everyone else continued partying while a specific set of eyes bore into as you settled into the party. Your every step was unhurried, with the effortless sway in your hips enticing him. Jake licked his lips absentmindedly, taking in your outfit: dark washed mini denim skirt, knee high boot heels paired with a fitted black top and understated jewellery which gave your outfit an effortless edge.
Nothing about you begged to be noticed, and yet it was impossible to ignore your presence. Heeseung watched the scene unfold, his arms folding. You'd disappeared into the kitchen then.
"She looks like the dangerous type."
A few soft chuckles circled the group. "Dangerous?" Sunghoon echoed which heeseung hummed with a soft nod. "She doesn't look easy to deal with. She looks like she'll eat you alive if you cross her." He rubs the back of his neck at the thought of it. "I'm even getting chills."
To an extent, heeseung wasn't wrong.
Jake didn't answer right away, though his eyes lingered in the space where you were just a few minutes ago. Seeing you here compared to campus made it obvious why people talked about you. the appeal that oozed from you was so hard to miss that Jake had thought he'd found his match if not, then a rewarding experience.
Jay noticed the silence before anyone else. "So," he says with an amused glance toward star struck Jake, "still think you're going to introduce yourself tonight?" Jake looked away from the doorway just long enough for his lips to tug into a smirk. "You asking as if this is new to me. Respect me."
He stood up rather excited, making sure to tousle his hair so it would sit a little messy—girls loved that. The group exchanged looks, eager to see whether the evening would live up to the anticipation.
“Eunchae, im reserving that jacket for the next party." Lisa declared, eyeing her friends outfit with undisguised admiration. Eunchae adjusted the collar of her jacket with a smug grin, striking an overly dramatic series of poses. "Why, you like?" She teased. "It's miu miu baby."
A soft laugh escaped you as you slipped onto one of the bar stools beside them. You were just about to ask what everyone was drinking when a random guy appeared out of nowhere.
"Hey," he smirked. "Wanna slip into one of the rooms? I can show you a good time."
disgust painted your face immediately. But Lisa beat you to it. "Ew, fuck off."
The guy muttered something under his breath before awakwardly limp-strutting away with whatever dignity he had left. The three of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter at how ridiculous he looked.
"Seriously y/n," eunchae fake wiped straw from her eye. She settled into the stool on your left while Lisa settled to the one on your right. "I don't know how you do it. You haven't been here five minutes and already guys keep swinging your way."
"Ugh, I literally don't do anything except breath and somehow I get pestered." You let out an exaggerated groan . "I swear it's a curse."
"A curse?" Eunchae snorted. "More like a blessing from a goddess. You're ridiculously hot. Of course guys will think that they have a shot."
The bartender approached moments later, resting a hand on the counter. "What can I get you ladies." His eyes boldly scanning between the three of you. "What can I get you ladies?"
"A gin and tonic for me," lisa chirped. Still reapplying her lipgloss, eunchae barely looked up. "Three tequila shots."
The bartender smiled before turning to you, leaning in ever so slightly.
“And for the pretty lady?”
“I’ll have the same as her,” you replied, gesturing toward Eunchae.
A minute later, he returned with the drinks. As he set your shot glass down, he subtly slipped a folded piece of paper beneath your coaster before flashing you a confident smile, clearly convinced he’d just secured himself a chance.
Instead, you lifted your glass toward your friends.
The two of you tossed back your tequila shots in perfect sync, replacing the buzz from the pregame drinks that had already begun to wear off.
Lisa leaned across the counter, lowering her voice dramatically. “Yo, I heard the guy who owns this place is rich as hell.”
Eunchae shot her an obvious look. “Well… duh. No normal person has a house with three garage doors for fun.” She shrugged. “Besides, his name’s Jay.”
Music pulsed through the house so loudly the floor seemed to vibrate beneath your feet. Every room overflowed with conversations that fought against the bass—students perched on kitchen counters, someone attempting beer pong in the dining room, and a crowd squeezed shoulder to shoulder around the makeshift DJ booth in the living room. Every now and then, a chorus of cheers erupted from somewhere deeper inside the house before dissolving back into the music.
The backyard was much quieter.
Strings of warm fairy lights hung across the fence, illuminating groups gathered around patio heaters despite the chilly night. Someone was grilling burgers in one corner while others argued over whose turn it was to control the playlist. It was chaotic, loud, and somehow exactly what everyone expected from a Jay Park party.
“You know this guy?” you asked.
“Yeah. We’re in the same literature class.”
She paused just long enough to build suspense.
“And let me tell you…” a grin spread across her face. “His jawline could cut glass.”
You and Lisa gasped in unison, immediately leaning closer.
“Wait—seriously?” Lisa blurted.
“Is he actually hot?” you asked. “Did we miss him when we came in?”
“—Never thought I'd bump into you at a scene like this." The voice but cleanly through the noise, carrying a distinct Aussie accent.
The three of you turned simultaneously, eyes landing on a figure leaning against the frame if the doorway.
A tall guy stood a few feet away, hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his denim jeans. A crisp white shirt disappeared beneath a leopard-print jacket that somehow looked effortless on him instead of over the top. You couldn't resist checking him out, for some reason something about him had this pull—tousled dark hair framing a smile that tugged the corners of his mouth.
What caught your attention the most, was that he wasn't looking at Lisa or Eunchae. His eyes settled on you.
You blinked. "I'm sorry…" you said politely, tilting your head. "Do I know you?"
he let out an amused laugh, glancing briefly toward the floor before looking back up, eyes landing on you deliberately. "Not yet, you don't."
"That's a concerning answer."
Lisa leaned close enough for only you to hear, muttering something you couldn't quite catch to some loud screaming in the background and a glass smashing on the floor. "Who?" You asked.
"Should've rehearsed something better." Before Lisa could even repeat what she'd said the stranger continued. "I'm jaeyun." He offered yet another smile. "But everyone calls me Jake."
You pause before recognizing that the stranger was indeed the guy campus never seemed to shut up about.
"So you're the notorious sim jaeyun id heard all about, huh?" you said as you folded your arms. Jake raised one of his eyebrows, gleaming at the fact that you have heard of him. "I hope good things."
"Barely." Your deadpan answer earned a surprised laugh from both your friends.
A playful thought came over you then. Before the conversation could progress by any further, you hopped off the stool, smoothing down your skirt. "Well…" you offered him a soft smile. " it was nice finally putting the name to a face, sim jaeyun."
Without waiting for another response, you walked away when Lisa and Eunchae followed after. The second you disappeared into the crowd, laughter burst from the pair beside. "Oh my god." Lisa wheezed. "You actually rejected the guy."
“I’ve never seen someone recover that slowly,” Eunchae added between giggles.
Across the patio, Jake remained exactly where you’d left him.
A few of his friends watched from nearby. Jake just stood there, his tongue pressing the inside of his cheek. His friends who witnessed from a distance snickered. Out of nowhere he hears Heeseung snorts, " that went well."
Jake exhaled a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Shut up."
Much to his dismay, Heeseung wasn't the only one who had something to say. Of all people it just had to be sunghoon. He stepped in, grin all bright. "And here I thought I'd never see the day a girl turns down thee sim jaeyun. I hate to break it to you buddy, but you just got humbled."
Jake shot sunghoon a dead look. Pointing his finger in irritation. "One more word from you and I'm telling Sunoo about the girl you fucked last week."
And in an instant, Sunghoon's soul almost evaporated from his body.
From where they stood, especially Jake he could see you dissipate further into the crowd in the backyard. He watched as your figure disappeared, your scent fading away.
Outside in the backyard was such a breather compared to the chaos inside.
Some guys backflipped into the pool, a,most belly plopping on top of a tube-floaty. People walked by, other already in their swimwear. A couple of guys argued over the music being played, one saying he had the sickest playlist ever while the other countered that he wasn't that musically inclined compared to how he was.
On the other side in the garage a crowd cheers as someone lands a fill cup. The three of you sat among everyone else for a good 25 minutes. You stole fries off Lisa's plate, while Eunchae fixed her lipstick after noticing the tequila made it smudge.
"I can't believe he just did that. No wait—I can't believe you just did that!" Lisa laughed.
"Real," Eunchae added, "that shit came straight out of a movie, I swear."
Your grin answered for you. Barely noticing Eunchae and Lisa were watching you attentively.
"What?" You asked innocently, stealing another chip from Lisa's plate.
“Don’t give us that face acting all innocent,” Eunchae said, pointing at you. “That smile means you’re planning something.”
You tried to suppress it. “I’m just entertaining myself.” Lisa narrowed her eyes. “Does ‘entertaining yourself’ involve Jake?”
Eunchae sighed dramatically. “That guy has a reputation.”
“You can’t let him think he’s winning.”
“As if.” You scoffed. “If anything, I’ll make him work for a conversation.” Lisa exchanged a knowing look with Eunchae. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I’m talking to him,” you replied. “Not signing a contract.”
Neither of them looked convinced.
The funny part was, they’d known you long enough to recognize that look.
For weeks you’d casually asked about Jake whenever his name came up around campus. Never enough to seem obvious—but enough for your roommates to notice. Now that you’d finally met him…Well. They could already tell this wasn’t going to stay as simple as you claimed.
“I promise,” you said, raising both hands in surrender.
“I’m just going to mess with him tonight.”
“We totally believe you.”
The two shared another skeptical glance which you rolled your eyes in response, "you're both impossible."
The music had completely taken over the party, swallowing every conversation and encounter beneath its heavy bass. Across the patio, Lisa and Eunchae had already occupied themselves with two undeniably attractive guys, their laughter carrying over the music every few seconds. Content to people-watch, you remained at the outdoor bar, lazily swirling the melting ice in you're overly chilled Long Island iced tea.
you recognized that voice instantly. Without looking up, you took another sip as the stool beside you scraped against the ground. "I never said you could sit next to me."
Jake paused, one hand resting on the back of the stool. “Do you mind if I do?"
You rolled your eyes, refusing to spare him a glance. But the smirk you made was unmissable. "It's a free county, do as you please."
He couldn't help smiling.
The same went for you. The harder you tried to pretend he wasn't there, the more determined he became to stay and invade your space. He couldn't quite explain why he was so fixated on you. Maybe it's because you were otherworldly but he couldn't help but to acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, he'd finally met you properly. And with every dismissive remark only made him want to know what was hiding beneath them.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn't awkward—just unfamiliar. Even so, you became painfully aware of how close he was, the warmth radiating from beside you contrasting with the cool night air.
"You come to parties often?" He broke the silence.
"Not really." Your response came out short and simple. Enough to keep the conversation alive, but not enough to encourage it. And much like Eunchae and Lisa, Jake was familiar with the technique. He chucked to himself. "You’re not much of a talker."
He leaned forward onto the counter, though his attention remained fixed in your profile. Strands of your hair frames your face as you watched your friends across the backyard, seemingly far more interested in them than in him.
A dry laugh escaped you. "You speak as if you know me."
"I don't," he admitted without hesitation. "But I could probably give you a list of how you make me feel."
That finally earned him your attention. You turned toward him, eyebrows lifting ever so slightly. "You're quite the smooth talker, aren't you? What, does this work with every girl you meet?"
His grin remained in tact, biting his lip as his eyes scanned over your face. "So I've been told." He shrugged, head dipping lower. "What? you don't like it?"
"Bold of you to assume every girl does." You held his gaze for a second before continuing. Something in his expression edged you on to take this game a little further. "News flash, sim jaeyun—I'm not very girl."
For the first time since sitting down, you'd given him more than a two word answer. He almost laughed in victory. If someone had recorded the sentence, he was confident he'd replay it more times than he'd care to admit.
Jake tilted his head thoughtfully. By then, your friends had long disappeared onto the dance floor after being pulled away by two guys. The music shifted to something slower with a much heavier bass it complimented the rhythm inside your chest.
"If I'm being honest…" he paused just long enough to make you glance at him again. Your eyes took him in, he looked pretty under the warm lights. "…I never took you for the ordinary type."
Your eyes involuntarily drifted to his lisps. You'd noticed everytime he spoke or just everytime in general his lips always caught between his teeth.
Your sudden question completely threw him. "What?"
"I mean you keep biting your lips." You nodded toward his mouth. "I'm beginning to think you're either underfed or you have some sort of biting kink."
Jake genuinely didn't know what to say. His lips parted before another quiet laugh exposed him. "Wow, that's…that's a first." His smile softened, the corner of his mouth lifting almost involuntarily.
You found yourself fighting one of your own.
In the comfortable silence, Jake noticed how you people-watched. Noting how you didn’t seem to be the type of girl to over-expose yourself into crowds. You on the other hand acknowledge his patience, many guys would give up on you for being difficult but for some reason you figured maybe Jake was amused by the Humor behind your playful rejection.
Someone bumped into him, spilling a little beer on Jake's sleeve. "Jesus—fuck, dude you okay?" The guy asked, eyes bloodshot you could tell he was one step form joining his ancestors. Jake padded the liquid off his sleeve, luckily the jacket was some sort of fur so the damage wasn't visible. "Yeah, it's no problem man."
You laugh at the pout in his face. He looked down, "you think this is funny, don't you? You enjoy watching guys being made a fool of in public?"
"Hmm, a little." You tease
"I don't know whether to label that harsh or to say that you may have a humiliation kink." He quipped back from your comment from earlier. "Touché, sim jaeyun, touché."
Before he could recover enough to continue the conversation, you slid of the stool with a sigh of contentment. "Well, I'm off to the bathroom."
He frowned. "Leaving me so soon?"
A hint of amusement tugged at your lips. "You'll survive."
No he wouldn't. Without another word, you turned your heel and disappeared into the hallway until you vanish into the crowd. Jake watched the corridor for another second before exhaling a quiet laugh to himself.
"Unbelievable." His shook his head, lifting the glass of your unfinished drink. he gleamed over it. That in the span of a few minutes, somehow, the one person who seems least interested in talking to him had become the most interesting person at the party. That you, y/n, were the one flirting or at least blurring the lines enough to make him wonder.
“Yo, that's a bold assumption. You sure she even likes you?" Heeseung asked, squinting at Jake, who looked although his body was in the room while his mind had wandered elsewhere entirely. The rest of the group quickly sided with him. "Seriously," Jay added with a laugh. "I don't think she's that into you."
Ni-ki nearly choked on his drink. "She walked away from you. Twice." Jake shot him an unimpressed glare. "You guys have absolutely no faith in me." He scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm starting to question whether you're actually my friends."
Sunghoon dropped onto the couch beside him, immediately reaching for the massive bowl of pretzels on the coffee table. He shoved a handful into his mouth before lazily pointing one at Jake.
“Nah…” he mumbled through a mouthful of pretzels. “Hear us out.”
Jake grimaced. “Dude, don’t talk while you’re eating.”
Sunghoon ignored him. “You’re cooked.”
The room erupted in laughter.
Jake simply rolled his eyes. Of all people he could be take relationship advice from, sunghoon ranked dead last. There were several reasons for that—reasons Jake intended to keep to himself for the sake of his friend who preceded what little dignity he had left.
Across the lounge, Jay and ni-ki had wandered off to chat with your friends, their conversation blending into the constant hum of the party. Jake instinctively searched for you. His eyes swept across the room once, then twice. His smile gradually faded. "You guys seen y/n?"
Everyone shrugged. It wasn't like him to feel restless over someone he'd jus only met. In theory it was correct, but the is time around it felt like he knew you a pretty long time. Usually people found him first, not the other way around. Yet somehow , the moment you disappeared from sight, he couldn't help noticing.
He stood so abruptly that heeseung blinked. Jake barely answered over his shoulders,
He wandered through room after room, squeezing past clusters of students, apologising as he accidentally interrupted more conversations than he could count. One bedroom tuned to be occupied by who immediately yelled at him to close the door.
Another room was packed with first years attempting karaoke at an unbearable volume. He quickly backed out. "definitely not in there."
By the time he'd checked almost the entire house, he was ready to give up. Maybe you left already, either too tired stay or worse…you hated being around Jake.
Then—he heard your laugh, the sweet sound drifting in from the people garage. Jake rounded the corner and stopped—there you were. The garage had transformed into another party altogether. Music echoing off the concrete walls while spectators crowded around a beer pong table, cheering on whoever a shot landed.
You stood on one side of the table with three other girls. Across from you, were eight football players, all fat too confident for their own good. One of them folded his arms. "There's no way your of you are beating us." Another nodded. "Not a chance, broskies."
You smiled, unfazed. "You'll never know if we don't try."
Very Head turned. Jake strolled into the garage as though he'd been invited all along , stopping beside you with an easy grin. The heels you wore almost put you slight above him, through the eye level wasn't too visible. You simply stared at him, with that same anmusemt when you sat at the bar.
He answers with a quick wink eagerly facing the opposing team.
You frowned, not out of irritation but at Jake's tenacity. How he wouldnt let up. He leaned in then, noticing the concern on your face, leaning close enough for only you to here. His breath caught your skin in warmth. "I'm just here to play, darling." You almost shivered at the nickname. He only continued then, "nothing more, I promise."
The look he gave you said otherwise when he stepped in position.
"Whatever you say, jaeyun."
The game began. The first few rounds actually looked promising , one of your teammates couldnt seem to miss. Until a blond player on the opposite side blew her an exaggerated air kiss. She immediately missed her next shot.
"Oh, come on!" Someone groaned.
Halfway through the game , everyone rotated positions. But things started to get progressively…intense. Jake stepped beside you, taking up space. Together, the two of you eliminated three layers in quick succession, earning loud cheers from the growing crowd gathered around the table.
Still the odds remained against your team. Eventually only two of you were left. The opposing team still had four. Between the missed shots and the drinks each successful cup required, the beer was beginning to catch up with everyone. "Never thought you'd handle your liquor well, princess." Jake teased behind you. The distance was safe enough to avoid any touching. "Don't call me princess." You sternly said, aiming a pong towards the red cups on the other end of the table. "Whatever you say, darling."
Once again. The nickname caught you off which you missed and glared at him when your opponent shot into one of your cups. But Jake knew what he was doing. Without breaking eye contact, he took the pong out of the cup. You watched as he brought it to his lips and downing it all in one go, his throat bobbing up and down in the process. "I'm on your side, don't forget the that."
You aimed and shot straight into your opponents cup, you and Jake high fiving. "nice," he complimented. "You've got better aim than half your teammates, including me."
Your smile brightened at his words, earning one in equal measure from him. "so you can smile."
You immediately looked away, hand retracting form his. "Don't get used to it."
The game continued. One of the opposing players sank another shot. Your teammates collectively groaned. Jake reached for the ball from inside the cup before tossing it back onto the table. “We’re still in this.”
You nodded once. “Focus.”
“No,” you replied without looking at him. “You keep talking.”
“I thought conversation boosted morale.”
“It lowers my concentration.”
Despite yourself, you let out a short laugh.
The crowd reacted to another successful shot from the opposite side, pulling your attention back to the game.
Unfortunately, the comeback never came.
A few minutes later, the final cup disappeared.
Cheers erupted from the football players.
Someone reached across the table for a round of handshakes. You accepted yours with good sportsmanship before stepping away from the crowd. Outside on the patio, the cool night air felt refreshing after the noise inside the garage.
You dropped into a chair, rubbing your temples as you replayed every missed shot in your head. “If someone hadn’t insisted on narrating half the game,” you muttered under your breath, “we might’ve had a chance.”
But no, that wasn't the reason why you couldn't get your head into the game as you usually would. you recalled the subtle moments when his palm met the skin of your lower back whenever he'd aim. Or how he'd whisper "good, job," in your ear. You managed to stand your ground nonetheless, persistent enough to not give in too easily—that way the goal remained and you had to live up to it to the end.
Not far away, Jake noticed you sitting alone. He started walking in your direction before he could make it halfway—
“y/n!” eunchae waved enthusiastically from across the yard.
“We need one more person for pool!”
You looked up immediately.
Within seconds, you were on your feet and weaving through the crowd toward your friends.
Jake stopped where he was, watching you disappear yet again.
He let out a quiet laugh to himself.
He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
“I’ll catch up eventually.”
You made your way back inside the house, weaving through clusters of partygoers until you passed a guy whose jawline looked exactly as Eunchae had described. That must’ve been Jay.
Guess she wasn’t exaggerating.
Spotting your friends by the pool table, you smiled and gave them a small wave. Behind you, Jake wandered in a moment later, looking almost defeated.
“No luck?” Jay asked with a knowing grin.
Jake merely shrugged as he walked past him. Then, almost as quickly, something clicked. His expression shifted. He remembered why he’d started chasing after you in the first place. His goal had never changed. He wanted you.
And for the first time in a long while, he was willing to put in the effort.
“Alright,” Sunghoon announced, clapping his hands together. “I’m sure everyone knows how this works.” He was still chewing whatever he’d been eating.
“There are eight of us, so we’ll split into two teams. First four play the opening round, the other four rotate in after. Sound good?”
“Perfect.” Lisa was already on her feet.
The room erupted into teasing whistles.
Jay walked over with an amused smile, slipping beside her as though he’d been expecting it.
You shot Lisa an exaggerated look.
Ni-ki stepped toward the opposite side of the table, cue stick resting over his shoulder.
He glanced at her, suddenly less confident.
Eunchae wrinkled her nose dramatically.
Laughter rippled around the room.
You looked around helplessly.
The same two girls who had sworn it was girls’ night had somehow already found themselves partners before the evening was even over.
“So…” Lisa clapped once. “That leaves four of you.”
She pointed dramatically.
“Let’s hurry up and beat your asses.”
Sunghoon and Heeseung wandered over to Ni-ki and Eunchae’s side without much discussion.
Jake tried very hard not to smile.
Ni-ki’s team took the first round while everyone else watched from the couches surrounding the pool table.
Lisa and Jay had disappeared into their own little world, somehow managing to debate whether Pluto should still count as a planet.
You sat quietly with your cue resting across your lap. Jake occupied the seat beside you. Neither of you spoke for a while. Eventually, he cleared his throat. “Wanna grab a drink with me?”
You turned toward him, noticing how this time around, he didn't have that confident grin he always wore.
No teasing. Not a wink in sight. Just asking.
You followed Jake back into the kitchen where the bartender was, stopping at the counters he tapped the quarts with his ringed fingers. You hadn't noticed then but he had the prettiest hands you'd ever seen. Fingers slender, knuckles prominent and the veins—
“They’re nice, aren’t they?” His voice snapped you back to reality.
“My hands.” Heat rushed to your face. “I wasn’t looking.”
The bartender laughed quietly.
“What can I get you two?” You scanned the options for a moment before settling on a random mixer. “I’ll have this.”
“Easier than making another decision.”
Truthfully, he wasn’t much of a fan of mixers, he'd always thought they were unbearably sweet. But somehow the idea of trying one because you’d picked it didn’t seem so bad.
You both sit at the stool waiting for your drinks. For the first time that night, the silence got really awkward. You found yourself wondering whether things would’ve gone differently if you hadn’t spent the entire night keeping him at arm’s length. Beside you, Jake searched his brain for something worth saying. After a long pause, he finally spoke.
“I’ve got to admit something.”
You looked over. His eyes remained fixed on the bartender while his fingers continued their rhythmic tapping against the counter. “I really don’t mean this as an insult…” He smiled to himself.“…but you’re a real piece of work.”
You couldn’t help laughing. “Oh?”
“I mean…” He looked at you properly this time. “You’re difficult.” Another beat. You smiled, raising your eyebrows as you fiddle with your nails. "I mean, you're difficult as fuck. I've never had to work this hard to get a girl's attention."
You rested your chin in your hand.
“I hate to break it to you, Sim…” You deliberately emphasized his surname. "but maybe you’re losing your touch.” The words should’ve bruised his ego.
They did something entirely different.
Hearing his full name leave your mouth somehow made him smile. He couldn’t explain why.
“I’ll admit something too.”
“I was making it difficult.” A tiny smile tugged at your lips. “I may have exhausted myself doing it.”
Jake laughed. “So all of this was intentional?”
You tilted your head innocently, cocking an eyebrow up. “What do you think?” For a brief moment, neither of you looked away. Something bloomed between the two of you then. Heat? Desire? Or something in between? Whatever it was it had both you and Jake beaming, barely acknowledging the fact that your drinks had long been ready. You broke contact first, grabbing your drink and lifting from the stool. "See you on the other side, sim."
You offered one last smile before walking back toward the game room.
Jake remained where he was.
The bartender watched you disappear before grabbing a cloth to wipe down the counter. "Yeah she definitely likes you." The bartender blurted, wiping down the counter so it's shine at his reflection. Jake shot him a look, "how would you know?" He didn't mean for his voice to come off rude, it was just frustration, building up. The kind of build that resulted from agitation.
"Well, I gave her my number earlier. And when I tell you she straight up ghosted me in my presence I felt it in my core. With you though," Jake listened as he swirls the liquid in the cup. "She seems playful, as if she's trying to test you, I don't know, but that's the feeling I get when I see you two."
The game room was in uproar.
"What's up with them?" Jake asked plopping next to Jay, instead of next to you like he would which made you somewhat uneasy. Ni-ki stood on a chair celebrating like he’d just won a championship. Across from him, Heeseung and Sunghoon looked utterly defeated.
“What happened?” Jay sighed, "long story short? hee and hoon owe ni-ki 500 bucks."
Jay leaned closer. "How was your drink time with y/n?" He asked quietly, leaning more into Jake who's eyes barely looked over where you sat next to Lisa who's posed for yet the 50th selfie of the night. Jake glanced around the room "It was…" he paused, unable to stop a smile. "Insightful."
He lifted his cup for another sip. Somewhere across the room, your eyes drifted toward him for only a second before looking away again.
Jake noticed, smiling into his drink. Suddenly he grew to love mixers, the overly sweet taste couldn't be sweeter thanks to the bartender who's name he'd found out to be Jungwon. Your eyes kept darting towards Jake, who noticed through the corner of his eye. Jake chuckled, speaking softly into the cup, "godbless you jungwon."
The next round of pool started. Jay set up the rack, spinning the 8 ball to show off for Lisa, who was smirking at him with total mischief. Jay started off storm, scattering the balls across the table and then Lisa took her turn, pinning a striping and sinking it—but she missed her second shot.
Throughout the game, Jake wouldn't even look at you. He stayed focused, acting like you were just a random player well in fact, he didn't want to lose from distraction. He was incredibly good—he almost never lost a shot. Just watching him play, tug at something inside you.
But as the game progressed, you noticed a habit of his. Every time you stepped up to the table to aim, Jake's focus shifted. He would look at your face, but he was definitely watching you. Whenever you leaned over the baize, preparing to sink a solid, he would slowly pull his bottom lip between his teeth, biting softly as he watched your form. It was a small, unconscious gesture, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you. He tried so hard pretending to be different, but from the waist down of his body was giving him away.
When it was your turn again, you purposely leaned over the table without needing to, hips angled out while your cleavage was right in Jake's line of sight. You could feel his gaze burning into you. He didn't just bite his lip this time; he held it, his eyes darkening as he admired the way your chest pressed together while you focused on the ball.
Your posture was effortless, but unlike Jake, you missed on your third turn. As the game went on, you and Jake were so locked into the match that you didn't notice Jay and Lisa whispering. They had already been gossiping about the two of you over drinks, and they'd decided giving you space was the only way the two of you could snap out of whatever game you were playing at.
Jay aimed for the 8 ball and knocked it right into the pocket. "Ahh, man, looks like we lost. Darn it." Jay said, sounding way too obvious. He turned to Lisa. "Why don't we go grab some snacks? I'm arcing, you guys can finish yo, we'll be back." With a light giggle from Lisa, the two of them disappeared, leaving you and Jake alone. the silence that followed was heavy. stood there, chalking your cue, feeling his eyes on you. You decided to test the waters then,
"I can't seem to get the angle right on this one," you lied, gesturing to a ball that was perfectly lined up. Jake let out a low, huffed laugh. "You're just pretending to be bad so I'll help you."
"Maybe I challenged, glancing back at him. "Or maybe you're just too arrogate to think I actually need lesson."
He s,irked, finally stepping toward you. Your eyes never left one another in the process, he stepped directly behind you, his chest neatly flush against your back. He reached around, lowering your torso along with his, his large hands covering yours on the cue stick. The heat from his body surged through you, and his breath fanned hot against the shell of your ear. "keep your bridge steady," he whispered, voice dropping an octave, vibrating through your spine. "And stop shaking . If you're nervous just playing pool, I can't imagine how you'd handle the rest of the night."
He guided your arms, shifting your position slightly, pressing you closer to hi,. The contact was electric, lingering there grin far longer than necessary, Jake's grip on your hands firm and possessive. You could feel the heat form his midsection through the denim of your skirt, settling comfortably against your ass.
He nudged the cue, striking a stripe, his hips thrusting at the contact. He finally stepped back, but only by an inch. He looked at you with dark and intense eyes searching for yours. The scent of his cologne—something clean and masculine—filled your head, making your heart race.
You couldn't take the waiting anymore. You didn't care who gave in first or who "folded" in this game of chicken.
You shifted your weight, stepping even closer so that your arm grazed his. "The game is over," you murmured, your voice a little breathy. "Do you want to dance?"
Jake froze, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again. A slow, crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I thought you'd never ask."
You led him onto the main dance floor, hand in hand, where the lighting was much darker then the rest of the house. Painting the scene in red, blue and green lights. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, and the low, smoky nest of mingled through the floor. It was a deep, soulful rnb track with a bass that you felt more than you heard, a melody that speed to pull people under the shifting lights.
You wasted no time, you turned placing your back flush against his chest, immediately falling into step with the rhythm. It was so close, so perfectly in sync, that there was barely space for a breath of air between you.
You felt Jake's body tense for a second before melting into the movement, his hands coming to rest on the curve of your hips.
"You don't need lessons for this, I see," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear, competing with the music. His hands guided your movement, a gentle but firm pressure that had your reader grinding against him—agitating his growing bulge. you could feel the amethyst of his chest against your back, the muscles of his thighs flexing behind yours. You instinctively titled your head back to let it rest against his shoulder.
"Maybe I just like being taught," you said, the words feeling bold in the dark. His laugh was a soft puff of air against your neck, His hands caressing your sides. "Maybe I just like having an excuse to touch you."
The admission hung between you, heavier than the bass itself. Everything else seemed to fall away at that moment—the party, the fact that you hadn't come alone, the reason you were even there. It was just you and and sim jaeyun, moving tighter he in the dark like you were the only two people against the world.
a wave of heat flushed up through you, every nerve ending alive, but Jake felt different. The frantic energy he'd had at the pool table had vanished—replaced with a deep settling calm. He finally had you this close, which meant you were finally opening up for him—he was content just to be there, feeling on you while you felt on him.
Emboldened, you turned on his arms to face him. The shift brought your lips inches apart. You kept dancing without pulling back, body pressed flush against the front of his. You could feel the evidence of his desire, hard against your stomach and a slow trying smile curved your lips.
“Seems like someone’s a little weak right now,” you whispered hand trailing down his torso while the brother braced at his shoulder—your voice barely audible over the singer’s soulful croon. Jake's eyes, dark and intense locked onto yours, biting his lips. He let out a dangerous sound, ridding between a laugh and a groan. His hands slid from your hips to the small of your back, gripping you firmly and pulling you even closer so you couldn't possibly mistake how he felt. "Says the girl who's been pretending she doesn't want to kiss me all night."
His words were a direct challenge, his gaze dropping to your mouth. The space between you was charged with everything that had been building since you first walked in. Since the first time he'd seen you in campus, and the first time you'd heard of him.
“Would you want me to?” you breathed, the question more of a surrender than you intended.
The teasing glint in his eyes softens into something raw and real, he didn't answer with words. Jake simply leaned in, closing that final impossible inch and capture your lips with his. It wasn't a shy kiss. It was deep and searching, a culmination of all the tension, all the stolen glances and bitten lips. His hands came up to cradle your face, planks warm and thumbs cheeks as he tasted you, slow and thorough.
you'd forgotten about the crowd and who might've been watching when a tongue of war had started. Jake fought for dominance whilst you fought to be eaten alive. The atmosphere itself was enough to edge you on, and on and on but Jake pulled back, breath hard with his forehead resting against yours.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, his voice rough with a want that mirrored your own. It wasn’t a question. It was a promise of everything that came
Jake had finally reached an empty room which looked to be jay's, judging from the scandals trophies that adorned his shelves and groups pictures on his desk and pedestals. The air inside was already thick with the warmth from the party raging downstairs bass vibrating through the floorboards—scent of spilled beer and smoke clinging to everything. But the second the door clicked shut and locked, the only thing that mattered was the filthy heat building between you two.
You’d both downed had a decent amount of alcohol earlier, the burn still lingering on your tongues as Jake pinned you against the door. His breath was not and ragged, mingling with yours in needy, indulgent pants. He was all over you again, lips crashing together, smacking wetly, tongues battling as you fought to take control like the brat you were. He tasted like liquor and sin.
Goosebumps erupted across your skin when his hands shoved under your top, cool rings dragging over your heated flesh like icy shocks. The kiss broke just long enough for him to growl, a smile stretched over your lips and as you watched his finger trace your jaw, down your neck, pressing into your collarbone. “Shoes off. Now.”
You giggled breathlessly, tilting your chin up defiantly. “Why? Am I too tall for you to reach this pussy the way you want, jaeyun?”
“What if I don’t want to?” you taunted, eyes sparkling with challenge.
Jake's dark gaze stayed glue to your swollen lips. "They'll come off eventually," he languidly dropped to his knees, voice dropping with dominance. “Easy way or the hard way, baby. Your choice.”
His hands caressed your bare thighs, eyes devouring you from below. The view of the infamous heartthrob Jake Sim on his knees for you—the baddie who always so far out of reach—made your stomach flip. “So,” his fingers teased under your skirt, brushing maddeningly close to your aching core, “you gonna take them off, or youre gonna keep this up, hmm?”
Your thighs trembled, squirms turned into desperate and breathy whimpers. Tension and Ned crackled so thick up coild choke on it. He paused cruelly, watching your tits heave. When you finally moaned out the words , he made you repeat them louder.
“Take them off for me… please, Jake.”
Your heels clattered to the floor. Jake surged up, slamming his mouth back on yours, hands gripping your ass as he ground his hard cock against your core—slow, filthy humping that had your skirt riding up. Inseam to inseam, pressure to pressure. The friction was maddening through his jeans. He moaned low against your lips, the sound needy and hot.
Jake’s mouth trailed down your neck, sucking dark, possessive marks into your skin. You hissed and whimpered, writhing as he licked over the fresh bruises. “Don’t worry, baby,” he mumbled, voice wrecked. “I’ll wreck this pussy as soon as I’m done marking you up. Let every fucker downstairs see who owns this pretty little girl tonight.”
“Uh-huh—fuck,” you whined, tugging his jacket off. Your hands roamed his lean torso under the tank top while he yanked your top over your head, exposing your black lace bra. "Been wanting to touch like this for so long." He pulled you closer, rolling his hips in dirty circles, the thick ridge of his cock humping right against your soaked thong. The room was already growing sticky, sweat starting to bead on your skin from the heat.
His mouth created a disgusting sound when the tips of your fingers intrude on his scalp. Your nails scratched softly through the strands as you pushed him down. Jake landed on his knees again, eyes blown with lust as you stripped the rest of the way, bra and skirt discarded. You dropped onto the bed, legs spread, rubbing your thighs together. “Why are you so far away?” you cooed, voice dripping with mischievous need. “Don’t you want me?" He crawled to you like a predator, lips planting feverish kisses on the plush of your shins, your knees and your thighs. All the while, he kept his eyes locked on yours. “Lift up.” You obeyed. Your skirt had vanished. He stared at the tattoo in cursive: love yours, indecently on your groin. “Love this… but the thought of anyone else getting this close makes me wanna ruin you.”
You smirked. “It’s just a tattoo, Sim Jaeyun. Jealous much?” His expression was flat, but his insides boiled with irritation. So he said calmly, "so you let a guy get this close to you for aesthetics."
You nudged your hips toward him, enjoying the soft curling of his finger by the waistband of your thong. "Regardless whether it was a guy or not, it's non of your business—oh god."
"Mh." His response was a single thick finger plunging between your folds. You arched hard with a loud groan. “Gosh, you’re fucking sopping, darling. All this cream just from kissing and grinding? Pathetic little slut for me.”
He ripped the thong away completely. Then, holding eye contact, Jake gathered a long, thick string of saliva in his mouth and spat it directly onto your swollen cunt—watching the glossy rope land with a wet splatter right on your clit and drip down your folds. You moaned shamelessly at the filthy sight. Without hesitation, he leaned in and slurped it up loudly, mixing his spit with your juices before devouring you.
His tongue licked long, obscene stripes, two fingers pumping deep inside your clenching heat while he sucked noisily on your clit. The sounds were downright pornographic—wet squelching, his moans vibrating against you, your own whimpering filling the sweaty room. “Jake—oh my god—fuck!” You bucked against his face, grinding on his tongue.
He pulled back just to spit on your cunt again, slurping it messily, fingers curling relentlessly. “Taste so fucking good, baby. This pussy is dripping down my chin. Such a messy girl.” You came hard, thighs shaking around his head, crying out as your juices flooded his mouth. Jake whimpered into your cunt, licking you through every pulse like he was addicted.
He rose, face shiny with your slick, cock straining painfully in his jeans. You yanked them down impatiently, freeing his thick, veiny dick. Dropping to your knees, you kitty licked him at first, watching the way his face contorted. Then you took him into your mouth, sucking sloppily—spit dripping down your chin onto your tits as you bobbed. Jake’s hand fisted your hair, hips twitching. “Fuuuck, just like that—shit, your mouth feels too good,” he moaned, voice breaking into a whimper as you deepthroated him. Your tongue was warm and soft against his shaft, touching places he'd never been touched. You gripped his balsa gently, fondling them to heighten the sensation. "Ah, you're such a—fuck right there, baby."
Jake involuntarily fucked your mouth in soft strokes.
He pulled you off before he could bust, tossing you onto the bed, sheets already damn with sweat and cun mixed with his saliva. Jake climbed over you, rubbing his cock through your soaked folds, face smug. "Beg for it, brat.”
“Fuck me already, sim bae—”
He pushed in slowly and raw, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. Both of you moaned loudly. The room reeked of flesh and pure filth—sweat, sex, whiskey, and slick. Skin slapped wetly as he fucked you deep with your legs hanging wide, marking your tits with more hickeys, sweat dripping from his chest onto yours.
"So fucking tight and wet for me, aren't you baby?" You moan in response. "Yeah, I'm gonna me this pussy cream all over me, right baby? Gonna make you feel so good—god listen to that." Jake covered your mouth to muffle out your sounds so you could exactly what he was talking about. Air and most popping as he seethed in and out of you. You whimpered and scratched his back, legs wrapped tight around his waist.
He flipped the both of you, you straddled his hips, gripping your hips. “I want you to ride me, baby. Show me how bad you want it.”
You slowly sank down on his cock, morning at the stretch. "Fuck…" your bodies were sticky and Jake's skin burned so hot you'd thought he'd come out of a furnace. you bounced on him, skin slapping making sure to grinding your clit against him while you were at it. Jake groaned beneath you, hands slapping your ass. "God, Jaeyun you sound so—"
"—You like my voice, baby. It turn you on?" He panted, earning a nod from you, mouth open with your eyebrows furrowing. “That’s it—fuck, ride that dick, you filthy slut. Look at your tits bouncing. So goddamn perfect.” His hands cupped your sensitive pair, massaging and squishing together. You rode him harder, and wild the fat of your ass recoilign at the motion until your thighs burned and another orgasm ripped through you.
You slowed down, still trembling, to catch your breath. But Jake was on a mission and like he'd said said earlier, he had goals. Meaning he'd fuck you ss long as he wanted until it had Jay's room stinking.
He flipped you onto all fours, pushing your head down and lifting your ass up in the air, eyes shooting at your dripping cunt. The angle was brutal as he slammed in deep, one hand fisting your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. The sound of his hips smacking your ass echoed obscenely, sweat flying, your juices dripping down your thighs. “Taking me so well—fuck, this pussy is gripping me. You love getting fucked like a slut, don’t you?”
“Yes—jaeyun, harder—!” you whimpered, pushing back to meet every thrust. Your skin glistened under th light. You jolted when you felt droplets landing between your assy cheeks. "Shit, baby—you d-drooling?" Jake fucked you hard into oblivion. He was messy with it too, even drooling. "My bad, baby you're just so good…"
He reached around to rub your clit, moaning and whimpering with every deep stroke. you felt the rhythm stagger slightly, “I’m so close, where do you want it, baby? Tell me.”
“Inside!” you cried, voice wrecked. “Cum inside me, sim jaeyun—fill me up!”
“Fuck I love it when you say my name like that!” He groaned head tipping back. He slammed deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he pumped thick, hot ropes of cum straight into your cunt. You clenched around him, milking every drop in a shattering orgasm. Jake kept grinding through it, whimpering your name, until you were both a drenched, aching, filthily wrecked, cum leaking out around his cock, bodies glued together .
Jake turned you over without releasing from you. He laid you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around you. He kissed your shoulder three times, then your temple. You struggled to catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling rather loudly it came across as moans which turned Jake on—again.
"Good girl," he whispered, rocking his hips into you from behind. "I wanna take you out next week." He lifted your leg mid thrust. "L-like a date?"
"Uh," he grunted. Hips picking up the pace, even then the squelched were a lewd melody to his ears. "F-fuck, y/n, you down?"
He slammed in and out, chasing another orgasm. You nodded frantically, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Y-yeah, what time?"
You shook instantly, your climax rippling through you quickly. Jake followed suit, more cum pairing your gummy. His moans we're loud in your ear, his chest heaved against your back, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
