#heeversereads

​jake has always felt different from others.

he wasn't just different; he was a disappointment. at least in his parents’ eyes.

​while other toddlers were stringing together first words and seeking out playmates, jake remained unnervingly silent. he preferred to watch the subtle shift of shadows on the wall or the geometric patterns of the nursery carpet.

jake wasn't connecting, he was observing. his parents waited for the spark, the normal curiosity, the simple desire for physical affection. but it never came.

​by the age of six, his parents, known internationally for their ruthless success in corporate law, had already given up hope on "normalcy." they didn't just need a child. they needed a successor.

but with jake, they saw only a failure: a detached boy who couldn't communicate like a human should. their solution was simple and brutal: hide him.

jake was sent to australia, looked after by nannies and tutors. to them, he was an asset they couldn’t market.

​it was only then, at eight years old, that his parents visited him and jake showed his true, intense interest. It wasn't in friendship, but in the culinary arts.

​one silent sunday afternoon, his parents found him standing on a stool in the center of the vast, stainless-steel kitchen. they were furious, ready to scold him for dirtying the space, but the nanny insisted he had demanded to do it himself. even feared him when they saw how the boys pierced look can be as sharp as a knife.

ignoring their looming disappointment, jake turned, having prepared a plate of perfectly seared scallops over a delicate saffron risotto. It was then he spoke, his voice clear and unfamiliar:

​“dinner is ready.”

​he had overheard them calling him "rare" and "odd." scallops were rare, an expensive dish meant to prove that something singular could be perfectly executed. they tasted it, and the mockery died. his father, a man who rarely used compliments, stared at the plate and declared, "he’s not just smart. he’s a genius!"

​within a week, Jake became a marketable asset. he was forced into the peripheral world of chaebol social life, performing at exclusive dinners. he didn't engage in conversation; he spoke of flavor profiles and molecular gastronomy. he had found the ultimate mask: brilliance gave him a "pass" on genuine emotional connection.

​by sixteen, jake’s boredom with their elite circle was crushing. he didn't socialize at his prestigious seoul academy; he studied vulnerabilities. his most dangerous experiment involved the student president, yunjin. he orchestrated a flawless piece of sabotage, compromising her final project. when the investigation began, jake offered an airtight alibi, stating that she had always had anxiety problems and can get violent.

as the nurses dragged a "hysterical" yunjin away, jake walked away with a smile.

​eventually, he convinced his parents to let him pursue culinary school in australia. he still had no friends, but he understood the necessity of a social shield. that was jay—the son of a major airline CEO. jay was easy to manage, a "service contract" jake maintained so people wouldn't focus on his silence.

​while jay dreamed of inheritance, jake dreamed of control. he didn't secure an apprenticeship at a typical five-star hotel; he chose Hybe & Hearth, a kitchen known for its punishing standards. he excelled not out of passion, but out of a need to master the system.

​the midday rush was a predictable symphony until he was summoned to the dining room. He walked to the table, already cataloging the "suits" and their boorish demands.

​“i’m sim jaeyun, one of Hybe & Hearth’s chefs. how may i help you, sir?”

​he delivered his rehearsed lines about dry rubs and searing, his mind already back on tomorrow's mise en place. then, his gaze snagged on you.

​you weren't participating. you weren't smiling either. you were simply staring at him. not at the uniform, but at him.

your expression was trancelike. he could see through your eyes—quiet, almost meek, looking as if you wanted to melt into your chair. yet, your focus was absolute. it wasn't the shallow fascination he was used to. it was an unnerving, proprietary stillness.

​you’re so beautiful.

​the adrenaline hit him like a dizzying vertigo. he realized then that you saw his passion and interpreted it as something you could rely on. you thought he worked for what he wanted and then took care of it.

​that where jake decided: he wanted her.

​

***

after that initial encounter, jake always made sure to look and smell his best. jay told him that women like men who smelled expensive and mysterious, gaze at them to convey confidence, and project an air of calm authority. he may be behind the kitchen most of the time but he always knew you’d cross paths again some day.

from that day forward, jake treated his appearance like a high-stakes, molecular experiment. every thread of his jacket, every angle of his posture, and every precise spritz of the citrus and woody scent made him think of how you’ll succumb to the passion he intends to unleash, and ultimately, your entire being would be mapped onto his.

arriving at the restaurant was a systematic structure he was immensely comfortable with. it was a typical routine for him to cook, plate, and give emotional satisfaction of customers that he knows he gives.

until that one afternoon, he told the head chef he'd be taking a break. and when he was going out to take a smoke, he saw you by the counter being served the risotto he just made.

when the waiter placed the dish in front of you, you stared in awe, taking in the sight before you. and when you scooped up the risotto and brought it to your mouth...for the first time, he saw you smile, and it made him feel a sense of triumph. that smile you made, he made that.

after his shift ended, he went to his sedan, placing his things in the back seat. that is when he noticed from his side mirrors the small red umbrella you had with you this afternoon.

you were waiting for him.

a dazzling smile appeared on his lips, one that was pure, dizzying success. the giddiness clouded his head, knowing that the person he wanted most was now firmly under his control. exhilarating focus.

the next day, jake purposely left his car and walked to hybe & hearth. if he wanted to spend time with you, even by a distance and where you can keep up, he’d do it. and just like he expected, you were there again. this time, you were wearing your white turtleneck and your hair was down. if only he could brush the hair covering your face and see you up close, he could finally catalogue every minute, every detail that made you his.

and after that shift, jake would think of a way to always leave some buttons of his polo open, thinking it might get your attention.

and it worked.

after every shift, he’d leave his buttons unopened, walk a bit slower, not too slow that you might catch him. just enough that he knows you’re always right behind him.

if he wanted some slow dates with you, he’d take you to a cafe like the one called café atelier 01. maybe he’d start with slow talks with you, getting to know you better but he already knows more than you think. like how you’re a hopeless romantic, thinking that every organic encounter is like in the movies.

if that’s what it takes to get you, he’d study what you love most. he'd learn your romantic ideals, memorize your favorite cinematic gestures, and construct a reality so perfectly tailored to your fantasy.

and that’s exactly what he did.

today, instead of heading to café atelier 01, what would be better if you’d know where he lived?

every block he walked, he knew you were stalling yourself. bringing out your wallet and pretend you’re searching for cash? classic move. but he loved seeing you awkwardly trying to blend in.

when jake finally arrived in front of his building, he immediately went to the receptionist, who knew him well enough.

“hey harry,” he leaned in, “i just received a call that a courier dropped an unmarked package in the service stairwell on the third floor. could you maybe help me find it?”

jake was lucky that harry agreed without a doubt. so when he left the table, jake immediately went into the elevator as soon as he saw you scan the lobby with nobody watching, he waited for the perfect timing for you to come to him.

“wait!”

and just like that, jake pressed the prolong button and by the time you went inside, he swore that it felt like a magical moment like when the love of his life suddenly entered into his life in slow motion.

he never believed any of that stuff but you…you did and for you, he’d believe it and and construct a reality so perfectly tailored to your fantasy that you would never want to leave it.

jake watched the number indicator rise, focusing not on the floor, but on the way your throat moved when you swallowed nervously. he catalogued the details: the tight fit of the gray turtleneck, the slight dampness of your hair from the evening chill, the precise rhythm of your breathing. she's trapped, he thought. jake savored the subtle rush of adrenaline he felt only when exercising total control.

“you new here?”

if only you knew how his heartbeat was—a rapid, powerful thrumming. not because he was nervous, but because he wanted to just take you home and finally begin mapping out every part of you.

he can sense your surprised reaction, especially when you froze for 20 seconds before trying to utter a word.

“n-no. no, i don't live here. i’m just…visiting a friend!”

​jake found your clumsy, panicked lie utterly charming. It was the perfect, desperate maneuver of a beautiful, cornered animal. the stutter and the transparent excuse confirmed his hypothesis: you were vulnerable, easily flustered, and exquisitely meek—the perfect, fragile mechanism for him to break and reassemble.

the whole time, both of you were oblivious to your situation. you two are really meant for each other, matching each other’s freak.

but to play along, jake pressed the 6th floor button and when you haven’t gotten out of the elevator, he can see your red, flustered face.

how adorable, he thought.

“i’m jake, by the way.”

“i know. i-i mean, i’ve seen you before at hybe & hearth. my colleagues and i ate there. my boss called you one time. you probably wouldn't remember him.”

“oh no, i remember. i recall seeing you.”

if this was his chance to slowly show you how he feels, he’d tell you everyday that you exists in his mind, every minute of everyday you’re all he thinks about.

“see you around, y/n.”

jake knew you’d follow him. heck, he knew you’d follow him to hell even. he didn’t need to know you were walking behind him, pretending you went inside your “friend’s” place.

if only you knew how he purposely left his key under the mat instead of bringing it with him.

as soon as jake enters his place, he doesn’t go to his room or shower, he stays in front of his door.

jake leans his ear on the door, wanting to feel your presence. but for now, he'll imagine you placing small kisses on his temple before pulling you under him.

you might not be with him now.

but soon…

you will be.

***

jake hates taking the train. the idea of cramping up in a pile of people isn’t the most exciting thing for him.

but to be with you, he’d suck up every disgust he felt.

the train arrived at exactly 9 am. as expected, the seats were fully occupied and he had no choice but to stand.

all he could feel was infuriation until he spotted you enter, all of those vanished. for now, he’d hide under the shadows just to see you from afar.

until he saw someone touching you from behind, and he was fuming. he immediately grabbed the bastard and pushed him to the ground.

“what the fuck? how dare you?!”

“back off.”

he wanted to kill the guy. he’s never killed anyone but he’d do it for you. how dare he touched someone so pure and was his alone?

“d-did you guys see?” the man was pointing at jake, “this man assaulted me!”

“assaulted you? i’m not the creep touching women.”

people started whispering, one started cursing at him and he suddenly started shaking as he was standing up. and when the train started to announce the first stop, the man immediately stood up and ran towards the doors, not minding people were screaming at him.

jake was about to chase him but you unconsciously grabbed his arm. and when he saw your face, his eyes softened.

“you alright?” he asks, forgetting that a while ago, he was fuming.

“i-i am now. thank you.”

“he shouldn't have done that.”

out of instinct, he held your face and you didn’t shove him away. at that moment, he could feel that both of you felt safe.

“why are you here? what are you doing here? isn't your apartment on the other side of town?”

“i just got back from a meeting with a supplier. gonna open my own restaurant and they only take private meetings for large contracts before 9 AM.”

​​“oh. that’s too early.” you unconsciously let out an involuntary slip of true feeling. you reached out, and before your brain could veto the move, your hand landed softly on his shoulder.

“i hope you’re not too tired.”

when you placed your hand on his shoulder, jake wanted to caress your face more and pull you closer to him, smelling your hair and giving yiu neck kisses, not giving a damn if you were ib a subway.

when you realized the sudden contact, you immediately pulled your hand away and quickly raised it to smooth down a nonexistent strand of hair near your ear.

she's adorable, jake thought.

this only happens in movies, jake thought. he was never fond of movies but he did know how people would swoon over scenes where unexpectedly, rain was pouring from the sky and you didn’t have umbrellas.

never did he think he’d accidentally walk into the rain with you and get back to the shed, laughing at the situation.

“funny we'd meet like this again.”

when he noticed you looking at his figure, thanks to his dress shirt drenched by the rain, he mentally smirked. he can see right through your hungry stare. you want him as much as he wants you.

jake calls for a taxi and he gestures to you with a smile that it's for the both of you.

and the whole ride, he can see how you were so composed in staring at hisnchest. not that he minded. in fact, he liked that he isn't the only one with sexual fantasies. like how he'd instantly pull your neck and devour your mouth as he undresses your shirt and slide his mouth down to your neck. god, he'd give anything to hear you moan under him.

the taxi slowed, pulling up to the curb near your building.

​“well, this is me,” you said, gathering your bag. when you were just inches away from him, he took that chance to smell you.

honeyed musk. a scent so sweet, pure, and mild but can be hypnotic and fan sink into you so deep.

but jake didn't want to to go yet. so he reached door and opened it for you. when he placed his hand on your shoulder, he tried his best to restrain himself.

​“good luck at work,” he said, his lips curving into a slight, knowing smile. “and try to get some sleep, y/n.”

you nod and smile, ​“thank you, for everything, jake.”

he watches you get out of the taxi until you reached the building, making sure you got in safely.

​“see you around.”

***

jake knew you'd be following him. so he did what he did before: play dumb, flawlessly walked into the building as usual.

but today, he wanted to play along with you.

​jake found the receptionist, a woman who looked tired and ready for her shift to end. he waited for her to leave and right on cue, she left her spot.

minutes later, a young man in a suit to approach the door and swipe his key. then seconds later, you came in.

he saw how you casually followed beside him. the thought of you being in an elevator alone in another man sent him xx.

but he'd have you tonight. and you are going to beg for him.

​jake didn't head for the elevator yet. he stayed in the lobby, watching from the cameras.

there, he saw you walking to his door and getting his key under the nat he purposely left again.

as soon as you got inside, that was his cue to follow you inside.

what felt like forever was finally here.

jake reached his floor, the hallway was silent. he unlocked his door, noticing the slight displacement of the welcome mat. he smiled.

​jake stepped knew you were probably panicking and hiding somewhere. but when he noticed his bedroom door, was slightly ajar, he knew you were waiting for him inside.

jake caught the scent of your honey musked scent lingering in his room. it was enough for his cock harden that you were inside his private place.

jake looked at his bed. the linens were wrinkled, the pillows disturbed. he knew exactly what you were doing. and he played along

​he made a show of being tired, throwing away his blazer onto the bed and let out a heavy groan as he sat on the edge of the mattress. jake felt the shift of the floor-length curtains behind him. he stood up, walking toward the closet, hanging his shirt with a deliberate clink of the hanger.

​he walked back past the curtains, pretending to head for the door. he clicked the light off. then, he waited.

​the silence lasted for what felt like an eternity until he heard the soft rustle of velvet. he watched your shadow emerge, your movements agonizingly slow as you tried to reach the exit.

​jake knew his touch wasn't gentle. he clamped one hand over your mouth as he slammed you onto the bed and pin you into the dark linens. he could feel your heart hammering against his chest, a frantic, reckless rhythm.

for the first time since you saw each other, you were so close to him. under him.

​he leaned down, his lips brushing her temple, savoring the way she shook under his power.

see you around.

you kept replaying the scene, like it was the pivotal moment in that romcom movie called serendipity. like when kate beckinsale and john cusack, driven by fate, somehow find their way back to each other.

but fuck this life. this wasn't cinema.

at the office, the air was stale and cold, clinging to your skin like a film. the overhead fluorescent lights hissed and flickered—a rapid, high-pitched static that scraped against your eardrums. your laptop screen was a relentless, glowing square, the cursor blinking with maddening, metronomic persistence, daring you to type.

you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to purge the image of jake's wet shirt clinging to his chest.

y/n, focus, you ordered your racing mind.

you forced your fingers onto the keyboard and began typing a revision, only to stare at the screen. you had typed the name sim jaeyun three times in a row instead of the asset reference number (ARN). a cold sweat prickled your hairline. you deleted the name quickly, glancing around the half-empty office, terrified someone might have seen the mistake. you told yourself it was just stress, just the lack of sleep.

“y/n, i might need some help.” your coworker, chaewon, approached your desk, her voice bright and irritatingly normal.

you forced your lips into a tight, professional smile, your jaw aching with the effort. "sure, what's up?"

“if you could maybe pull up the latest demographic data for the eternal moonlight campaign? i need to know the average age range before i finalize this tagline for the new movie. does 'soul-stirring' even resonate with the 35-to-45 group, or is it too cringey? we can't have ahn yujin marketing a flop, right?"

ugh, what the hell. can’t she look for those herself?

the thought sliced through your mind, sharp and involuntary. You knew it was your job but you just can’t handle anymore stuff when your mind and your heart wants something else.

“the data is on the Q3 share drive,” you managed, your voice sounding thin and distant. “it’s under the budget codes. just filter by the ARN for the campaign.”

"perfect! i need it for the final copy approval meeting this afternoon. thanks, y/n, you're a lifesaver!" chaewon nodded brightly, missing the tremor in your hands entirely.

the interruption was over, but the cold weight of your work immediately settled back on you. you glanced at your desk, where the pile of pending documents looked less like paper and more like a suffocating stone. the half-finished slide glowed mockingly on your screen, a stark white canvas of tasks undone, and the notes for the new presentation lay spread out, a dizzying grid of impossible deadlines. the sheer volume of it all pressed down, making the stale air feel heavy in your lungs.

this mundane, grinding routine of selling packaged fantasy was no longer just boring; it was a painful, physical restraint keeping you from the only person who mattered. you were sacrificing everything for a job that demanded your ruin. and for what?

the sheer volume of work was drowning you: stacks of printed documents, contract summaries, heavy with required revisions for the next slate of holiday romances. the clock on your monitor ticked, the numbers advancing with slow, deliberate cruelty. you pressed your hand against the desk, digging your nails into the smooth surface for an anchor. every sound—the click of a pen, the distant traffic—was suddenly amplified, unbearable. the mundane, grinding routine of selling packaged fantasy was no longer just boring; it was a painful, physical restraint keeping you from the only person who mattered. you were sacrificing everything for a job that demanded your ruin. and for what?

you couldn’t breathe.

you couldn’t breathe. you had spent the rest of the day in a tight, silent battle, forcing your eyes across endless spreadsheets and contract drafts, but every single number was a lie.

at 8:00 pm, hours past when the last reasonable person had left, the line separating fantasy and reality finally and irrevocably snapped. the exhaustion was too great. you stared at the glowing spreadsheet, but the data blurred entirely. the numbers dissolved, resolving instead into the clean, hard lines of jake's face.

“i’m going fucking crazy,” you whispered to yourself while gritting your teeth.

slamming the computer shut, you stood up and walked past your desk with a terrifying, absolute calm. you did not leave a note behind; no backward glance was necessary.

as you walked toward the elevator bank, you heard the unmistakable, furious bark of your boss calling your name. you didn't give a damn. ignoring the sound as if it were distant traffic, you hailed a cab outside the building, giving the driver the only coordinates that mattered: jake's building.

***

as soon as the cab pulled away, you immediately went inside the building.

you took a good look at the receptionist and apparently, she’s still there. the first time, you got lucky but you weren’t sure if the universe will still be at your side tonight. the lobby was quiet, no one was entering the elevator or creating a scene of some sort. you just needed to get inside that elevator.

a moment later, a young man in a suit approached the door, swiped his key fob, and walked through. you were already moving. you were through the elevator doors as fast as you can before the lock could click back into place. the receptionist glanced up, then dismissed your presence, assuming you were with the man in the elevator.

the man got off the 5th floor, probably with his girlfriend when he mentioned the word ‘baby’ in his phone call. then it was just you alone. you pressed the number 7 on the floor buttons.

your heart was not merely beating, but hammering—a loud, frantic, and reckless pulse—a panic you hadn't planned for. a thin film of cold sweat coated your palms, and your hands felt foreign and clumsy. you were on a path you hadn't rehearsed, driven entirely by the overwhelming, impulsive urge to be near jake.

when the elevator ding-ed, you felt as if you were about to enter a test you didn’t prepare for.

the doors slid open silently, revealing a quiet, anonymous hallway paved with cold, polished tiles. you stepped out, your footsteps echoed—a sharp, sudden sound that felt deafening in the stillness. you walked slowly, letting your eyes slide across the clean lines of the identical apartment doors until you reached the one you knew by heart. the walk felt like miles.

What you thought would take forever, you approached the door, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm in your throat, then reached down without breaking your stare. under the welcome mat, the spare key was exactly where you knew it would be. you curled your fingers around the cold metal, and the chaotic world suddenly clicked into terrifying, absolute focus.

when you opened the door, a wave of clean, cool air, carrying a faint scent of expensive citrus and woody scent—washed over you. you stepped across the threshold, easing the heavy door shut behind you. the entry was wide and uncluttered, everything sharp and high-end, a stark contrast to the cramped reality of your rental apartment. you didn't dare move, suddenly hyper-aware of your sweaty palms and the dust you might track in. every surface looked expensive, sterile, and forbidden. you stood suspended between the panic of being an intruder and the perverse satisfaction of finally breathing jake's air, unsure what, if anything, you dared to touch.

you noticed how the living room wall was entirely glass.for a private man like jake, you didn’t think he’d like his space to be shown. but then again he does have curtains he can cover his windows whenever he wants.

you drifted past the black marble island of the kitchen and paused for only a beat at the massive windows. the view was a cold, indifferent sprawl, yet it was magnifying your recklessness, making your presence here feel immense and undeniable.

but the periphery couldn't hold you. you turned away from the glass, letting the obsession reclaim its focus. the only place that mattered, the only place that held the true, terrifying intimacy you craved, was in the back. you headed straight for jake’s bedroom.

you found the bedroom door and pushed it open, the gentle give of the lock a weak sound against the violent pulse in your ears. the room was a dim, contained twilight, lit only by the distant wash of city lights.

it felt surreal that you were finally, finally entering his world.

you touched the soft, dense material of the blanket, before climbing onto the mattress. burying your face in the pillow, a low moan escaped as you inhaled his scent. you ran your palms slowly over the sheets, tracing invisible patterns, a smile crept across your face.

your fantasies were cut short when you heard an echoing thud from the front door. the sound was followed almost immediately by a sharp metallic click as the key was turned in the inner lock. it wasn't the tentative sound of a visitor. it was the definitive sound of jake coming home.

the blood in your veins instantly turned to ice. you immediately got up from the bed, thinking of a place to hide. his walk-in closet might be too spacious and he will see you in one glance. the bed has no space underneath.

you continued to scan where you can hide when your eyes landed on the long floor-length curtains. with a silent, heart-stopping sprint, you threw yourself behind the thick velvet, pulling the fabric closed around you.

you carefully but quietly wrapped yourself behind the fabric, hoping jake would just be tired to notice something might not be right.

damn, the bed! anxiety began to spiral in your head as you remembered how you left the bed wrinkled. all you could do was hold onto the hope that if jake would catch you, he’d just threaten you to never come back instead of calling the cops on you. it would hurt but at least you wouldn’t have a criminal record.

your blood stopped when you heard the door of the bedroom open, hearing the lights go on with the click. jake probably threw his blazer on the bed when you heard a piece of clothing hitting the mattress. then you hear him groan when he throws his body on the bed.

by this time, your heart was beating fast and you were covering your mouth from letting your unsteady breaths be heard. you felt him move closer, the slightest rustle of air signaling his approach. you knew he had walked past the curtain when you heard him stop near the closet entrance. then came the clink of metal against metal, followed by a soft thwump—jake is hanging his polo shirt, you assume.

your entire body rigidified as he finished the task. you heard his footsteps resume, tracing the path back from the closet and past your hiding spot for a second agonizing time. he didn't pause. he continued toward the far wall, and then you heard the soft, final click of the bedroom door closing.

he was gone.

after what felt like years, you were able to release the breath you’ve been holding. you began to carefully slide from behind the curtain, your movements agonizingly slow. with each step, you placed your foot onto the tiled floor with care, making sure not to apply the slightest weight that might cause a sound.

you took one, two steps—believing you were free—when everything moved too fast to register.

strong hands, smelling faintly of citrus and cold steel, clamped over your mouth and shoulder, shoving you backward with brutal efficiency. you were slammed onto your back on the bed. the dark linens instantly rough against your skin, your mouth covered by the overwhelming force of his hand.

“hey there, princess.”

your panic spikes, a primal surge of terror. you try to pull away, scream louder even but jake just shushes you and presses his hand harder on your mouth.

“shhh, stop fighting.”

a wet, muffled sob catches in your throat. he’s too strong, too calm. every nerve ending is screaming the lie: no, he doesn't know. i can still talk my way out of this.

jake uses his other hand to wipe the tear from your left eye, “you weren’t so good at hiding, you know? but it got me thinking, how else can i spend time with you? at the cafe, ride with you in the elevator, at the train, in the taxi.”

fuck. he knew this whole time.

“and now, you’re here with me.”

jake slowly removes his hand from your mouth, and you couldn’t help but shake out of nervousness.

“p-please…don’t hurt me. i’ll never follow you again, i swear.”

“hurt you?” his voice softens, but the intensity in his eyes doesn't lessen. he leans down until his lips brush your temple.

“why would i break the one perfect thing i've ever found?”

you couldn't process the chilling intensity of his words or formulate another pathetic plea before his hand clamped firmly onto the back of your head. when no words came out of your mouth, he crashed his mouth down onto yours, silencing you completely.

the kiss was demanding, tasting of dark satisfaction and years of desperate wanting. you couldn't believe it was real. you didn't move. your entire world, already tilted precariously by his confession, was now spinning wildly out of control.

but then his tongue sought entry, and his teeth scraped lightly against your lower lip. the movement made you moan and jake took that chance to insert this tongue into your mouth. the shock was over. you finally stopped fighting your own desire. your hands flew up, tangling fiercely in his hair, pulling him closer as you kissed him back with a sudden, devastating hunger.

the air immediately grew thick with heat, and the kiss became a messy, lustful collision—a desperate symphony of gasps and guttural sounds that erupted from both of you. it was a raw, frantic consumption of the obsession you both shared.

both you and jake decided to tease each other, stopping the kiss and catching each other’s lips. it turned into a breathless game. he wrenched his head back, pulling his mouth inches from yours, leaving your lips swollen and tingling. a harsh gasp tore from your throat, but before you could chase his retreat, he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, worrying the skin before pulling back again.

you retaliated, hooking your fingers fiercely behind his neck, hauling him back, but instead of connecting fully, you aimed for the corner of his jaw, sucking a hot mark into his skin. lips were caught and released, teeth scraped skin, and shallow, burning kisses were dealt out everywhere except where you both desperately wanted them.

your steamy, petty little contest broke when jake abruptly abandoned your mouth. he brushed his lips downward, settling them hard onto the sensitive column of your throat. his teeth raked a path down to your collarbone, suckling and biting skin he immediately soothed with his tongue.

“shit," jake groans as he continued to suck your neck fiercely while his hands went to work.

“i gotta have you,” he says as he grips your hip with one hand, the other burrowed beneath your shirt, his cold fingers shocking your burning skin as they claimed your waist.

your hands were already fighting the fabric, desperate to feel jake’s skin, tearing at the front of his shirt. jake answered your urgency with his own brutal demand, yanking the hem of your shirt upward. the fabric caught beneath your arms for a split second before he ripped it over your head and tossed it aside. with one sharp motion, his fingers found the clasp of your bra, and the sound of the snap was loud in the quiet. he peeled the lace away, the garment joining your shirt on the floor, before tossing away his shirt.

his gaze locked onto your eyes for a sharp, terrifying moment—a final acknowledgment of the power and the passion—before dropping to your exposed chest. a guttural sound of pure need vibrating low in his chest, he grabbed the buckle of your pants. and fiercely wrenched the zipper down. you didn't wait for him to finish. your fingers were already fumbling with the button of his own pants, needing the last barrier gone. you unbuckled his belt and button with a frantic impatience, desperate to discard the final layers separating you from the reality of having him now.

now that both you and jake are bare, he wasted no time in kneeling down, shoving your legs apart with his thighs and lowering his head to your clit. you barely had time to register the chill of the air on your skin before the first hot, shocking touch of his mouth settled on your pussy. a choked cry of disbelief and need tore from your throat. your hands, useless now against his focused pleasure, instinctively shot up to tangle fiercely in the hair at the back of his head.

jake continued building up the sensation between your thighs, and your body responded instinctively, grinding relentlessly against his face. your movements were so needy, seeking friction that jake rumbled, "god, you taste so good," he murmured against your core.

he intensifies his movements as he flicks tongue and applies pressure to your sensitive clit. your hips began to arch wildly off the bed, desperation twisting your features as the intensity pulled you toward the breaking point. he kept you right there, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, making you beg silently for the final release.

when you try to move, jake presses your legs in place. his hands settled heavily on your inner thighs, clamping your frantic hips to the mattress. he applied more relentless pressure with his mouth that it made you scream at the top of your lungs and arch your back, not caring if you’d break. if this was what heaven is, you’d have your back broken everyday to feel this.

“jake, fuck!”

he flicked out his tongue, applying pressure to your sensitive clit. the speed of his movements increased rapidly as he began to suck and draw with deliberate pressure. one of his hands curl inside your core, the sensational feeling making you feel like you can forgot your name and just remember his.

just before you could feel yourself release, jake pulled his head away. you let out a frustrated whine from the cruel withdrawal. you instinctively tried to buck your hips up, begging for the return of his mouth, but he gave you no time.

with a surge of raw strength, jake stood up and quickly flipped you over onto your stomach. his large hands quickly slid under your hips, not even processing his next move. until he slammed into you. the entry was hard and deep. a sharp gasp of shock consumed you.

​”yeah,” jake’s voice was a rough affirmation as he bucked his hips forward. the brutal impact tore a fresh, loud scream from your lips, flooding your body with a mix of shock and intense pleasure.

“you’re still so tight,” another push, “you are perfect. this is how I always imagined taking you.”

the words finally ripped free of your throat, desperate and raw, meeting his possessive rhythm with your own twisted need, “this–OH GOD, YES! JAKE!”

​jake didn't wait for a response. he began to move faster, the slow possession giving way to a relentless, punishing rhythm designed to consume your awareness entirely. his hands slammed down onto your hips, controlling your movement as he drove into you again and again.

​you both pushed and bucked your hips against the friction, turning the passion into a desperate contest. with every movement, the lustful sounds grew louder. a mix of harsh gasps, ragged moans, and guttural demands. but you didn't give a damn if his neighbors would judge you for fucking like animals.

​as much as this intense movement was making your legs, arms, and throat ache, you desperately want to stay in this position forever.

the fierce, unstoppable motion of your bodies finally reached a peak. your vision blurry, a scream as jake pushed your face down on the mattress as he pounds a desperate series of thrusts.

your muscles locked and then went limp, and your body collapsed onto the silk sheets, heavy with sweat and exhaustion.

​jake didn't move immediately. he stayed buried deep inside you, his ragged breath sawing against the skin of your neck.

for a brief, dizzying moment, you thought it was over.

​with a possessive strength that surprised your exhausted body, he pushed your back against the mattress, giving you time to catch your breath before he lifts your legs and places them on his shoulders, “we’re not done yet, princess.”

without warning, he pushes himself inside you again. it was brutal and deep, making you cry out as the raw intimacy of the position demanded renewed submission. jake began to move with a punishing, deliberate pace, starting the cycle of obsession all over again.

your back arches at the movement, your eyes rolling at the back of your head. your hands find their way on jake’s back. your nails clawed blindly on his back, leaving stinging tracks in his skin. he responded to the pain and the friction by pushing himself even deeper, slamming his hips against yours until you can hear the bed creaking due to his movements.

the sight below jake made him feel a rush of triumph. watching your mouth open in a desperate, breathy whine as your hips bucked against his, and seeing your breasts move wildly with every hard impact—it was the most beautiful, intoxicating wreckage he had ever witnessed. the fact that it was him shattering your control and driving you to this frantic state sent an immediate, powerful jolt of arousal through him. he felt an intense, dark pride that every gasp, every moan, every desperate movement was his alone to command.

“you love this?” he asked, a mix of pain and pleasure audible in the command. “you gonna let me take you?”

​you screamed, the sound tearing from your throat, knowing your core was screaming in pain, yet the feeling was making you shatter with pleasure.

​”yes, yes! take me!” you demanded, bucking your hips up to meet his fierce thrusts. “take all of me!”

​he didn't need to be told twice. jake let out a primal yell and thrusts himself into you harder, faster, consuming every single bit of you. he crushed his body down onto yours, wrapping his arms fiercely around your back. his chest plastered against yours as he reached his high, feeling your body strain and catch up with his speed.

both of you scream at the top of your lungs, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, the feeling of sweat dripping onto your body and the silk sheets. but you didn’t care. because jake had finally branded you, and with absolute certainty, you already belong to him.

​jake's pace suddenly faltered. he groaned, the rough sound turning into a choked gasp, and he buried his face against your neck as his movements slowed. until he finally stopped his movements, and that's when you felt a sudden, thick gush of his warm liquid deep inside you. his release flooding your core and instantly mixing with your own.

both of you catch your breath and cling to each other, desperate you’ll feel each other’s warmth and the raw vulnerability that bound you together after the intimacy you just experienced.

​what seemed like forever, jake was the first to withdraw from your touch. the activity sent an immediate, sharp pang of longing through you for his touch. when he saw the desperate look in your eyes, jake chuckled before pulling you up with him.

jake enveloped his arms around you, feeling your warmth once again. he lowered his head to inhale his own scent, which was now mixed thoroughly with your sweat and clinging to your neck. he then brushed his hands gently through your damp hair.

“what am i going to do with you?”

jake’s seductive voice sent a chill down your spine and you’re pretty sure he knows how much he is affecting you.

“keep you. that's what. keep you right here, where you belong.”

​his words of dominance and possession were so contradictory to the soft, reassuring, and caring tone he used just now.

“what do you say, princess? do you want to be with me forever?”

like breathing, you immediately nod your head and breathily whisper, “yes,” until you feel your eyes finally slide shut.

as you passed out, jake held yoy tightly in his strong arms. the man who finally claimed you.

***

the first thing you feel is the pull of muscle memory, a soreness down there when you try to move your body a little. you push yourself up on your elbows, the plush duvet slipping to reveal you are naked.

​reality hits you in a cold, clean rush: the expansive windows, the skyline view, the unfamiliar, luxurious platform bed you're lying on right now.

the hazy, frantic memory of last night snaps into sharp focus. that wasn't your imagination—it was real. you really are in jake's condo. You’ve just entered into his world.

“oh my god.”

​you cover your face, still processing that your dreams finally came true. every kiss, every touch, every sound you both shared that night came in a flash, and you could feel a frantic, electric energy sparking your whole body. all you could do was kick your legs under the duvet, a muffled, frantic spasm that vibrated through the mattress, a secret, hysterical triumph.

once you had composed yourself, your eyes scanned the room and settled on the chair in front of the bed; a robe had been neatly laid across it, accompanied by a folded note.

the chill made your bare skin prickle as you walked over. you took the note from the chair. and read the message: meet me at the kitchen, princess.

​he kept calling you that name last night. over and over. it was constant. like you were really his and his alone.

***

​jake was busy making an omelet stuffed with bacon and cheese, your favorite omelette fillings. of course he'd get to know that about you. omelette might be a mediocre breakfast but if it's what you love, he'd do it for you.

his hands were steady as he flipped the eggs, but his mind was running a mile a minute. excited as hell, tense as a wire. he was putting on a show, waiting to see if you'd buy the domestic bliss he was selling.

on cue, you got out of his room, wearing only the robe he left, with your cleavage slightly showing.

you always hear how some men doing domestic work are sexy as hell though you never understood that until now. jake looked so focused and composed despite going back and forth to cook dishes.

when you saw an omelette with bacon and cheese, a smile instantly grew on your face. he knew what you liked and he made it for you. beside the omelet, he was tending to something else—a thin, golden pancake-like thing. a crêpe with an egg inside, maybe another omelet style.

​when jake noticed your presence, he whipped his head around from the stove, his eyes locking onto your robed figure. he offered a clean, genuine smile.

​"there you are," he murmured, his hands immediately settling onto the countertop. your stomach was turning inside out, but he was cool and utterly at ease, acting as if last night wasn't your first session together.

​"g-good morning." you manage to say as you lean weakly against the wall. the sound of your voice is tight and shaky.

​jake chuckled, turning from the stove with a plate in hand. you watched as he slid the golden crêpe, glistening with sauce, onto the plate. "you didn't seem shy last night," he teased, his eyes holding yours, "especially when you were demanding me not to stop.”

​the intense heat rising in your face made any reply impossible. the memory of last night had just been thrown back at you with too much force. you swallowed hard, desperate for air, but the words wouldn't form.

​jake, however, was clearly enjoying your distress. he moved to the island, smoothly setting down two forks on the countertop. "just take a stool," he says.

​you slowly made your way to the island and pulled out a stool. jake immediately placed the bacon and cheese omelet in front of you. your lips curved instantly into a smile, a reaction that made jake feel a profound sense of victory.

​"go on, dig in."

​and when you took a bite, your smile grew wider, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over your face.

​"how is it?”

​“it's really good!”

​there it is. the sound of your genuine pleasure was the real reward. your confidence snapped back, and you immediately wiped the nervous flutter from your expression.

​he pushes the second plate—the one with the mysterious crêpe—closer to you. "try this one too. it's crêpes suzette. figured you might want to try something else."

you looked at the dish in front of you, mesmerized that for the first time in your life, you're having a fancy breakfast.

you cut a small piece of the glistening crêpe and brought it to your mouth. the flavor—a burst of warm citrus, sweet butter, and rich liqueur—was unlike anything you'd ever tasted. your eyes widened in surprise, and you could only manage a small, satisfied nod, cheeks warm with sudden shyness.

jake chuckles at your expression and you continue to take more bites, forgetting the omelette you loved existed. his eyes didn't leave your face, and the warm satisfaction in his gaze made the back of your neck prickle. you set down the fork, suddenly conscious of his steady, expectant attention.

your fork froze halfway to your mouth. you met his gaze, holding it for just a beat of charged, awkward silence as the memories of the night before flooded back. finally, you asked, "about last night..."

you set the fork aside, took a deep breath, and you spoke: "were all your words and actions true? or did you just say those things to get me here and get back on me for following you?”

jake’s smile began to falter, vanishing entirely. his eyes went flat and cold. his face looked like he’d been slapped—insulted that you could think his master plan was so cheap. for one terrifying second, you saw the full, chilling extent of his anger.

​then, just as quickly, the tension melted. he pushed himself off the counter and walked around the island counter. he took your hand in both of his, his touch warm and firm. "don't ever talk like that, princess," he murmured, his voice now low and velvety. he drew his thumb on your mouth, "i didn't get you here. the universe gave you to me.”

he touched your cheek, “we’re destined for each other. i'm yours. and you're mine.”

and with that, he sealed his possessive declaration with a deep, consuming kiss. it was quiet and slow, a long, firm claim that held no question or feverish uncertainty. the soft weight of his lips against yours whispered the same cold truth as his words: you belonged here. it wasn't just desire, not a simple infatuation or obsession.

no.

​it was a covenant. it was the comfort of knowing his love matched your own.

jake’s hands, still smelling faintly of the citrus from the crêpes, slid down to the tie of your robe, undoing it with a slow, agonizing deliberation.

​"breakfast can wait," he whispered against your lips, his voice a low vibration that made your knees weak. ​he lifted you onto the cold marble of the kitchen island, the contrast of the chilled stone against your heated skin making you gasp.

the "yearning" you both felt was a physical ache, a hunger that couldn't be satisfied by food. he moved between your legs, his eyes dark with a pride that said “i own every part of this.”

jake removed his shirt then his boxers and gave you one last kiss before lowering his face to your core.

the sight made you let out a ragged, trembling exhale, your body already beginning to arch in anticipation. you felt a rush of frantic excitement—a primal need to be wrecked by him—and as your breath hitched, you knew he could see exactly how much power he held over you.”

when you felt jake's lips on your clit, you let out a broken, shaky sob. his tongue felt like velvet but moved with the strength of a command. he licks upward in long, slow stripes that felt like he was tasting every secret part of you.

more like jake was savoring you. his mouth hot and insistent as he mapped out the territory he had already claimed as his own.

his movements were slow, making you whine how he's torturing you by not giving you enough yet.

jake took his time marking you, his tongue tracing long, heavy stripes along your inner thighs before centering all that heat directly onto your clit. he flicked against the sensitive peak with a devastating rhythm, suckling the swollen nub into his mouth until your hips were bucking uncontrollably against the cold marble.

​then, his adrenaline hit. jake began devouring your core with a frantic, hungry pace—his tongue lapping deep and rough, his teeth occasionally grazing your skin in a way that made you see stars. he moved like a starving man, alternating between deep, wet laps and sharp, focused suction that made every nerve ending in your body scream.

“jake! OH MY GOD!”

you could feel yourself completely coming apart, your body gushing with a heavy heat as your essence slicked his lips and chin. you knew you were making a mess of him, your own cream sticking to his mouth and staining his skin, but you didn’t care. in fact, seeing him wear you like that—devouring the evidence of your pleasure, only made the next wave of release hit you even harder.

your unfinished breakfast now cold. your robe, well his robe, discarded on the floor. both of you bare and naked.

his mouth was a warm, skilled in sucking everything you had. the minutes he spent down there felt less like time and more like a deliberate, focused erosion of your sanity, leaving you gasping, raw, and desperate for the release he was controlling.

the stimulation was too much that you can feel yourself falling completely over the edge.

​"cum for me, princess," he growls. you feel yourself getting turned on more as you hear the sound of lewd noises of his slurping, teasing kisses on your pussy, each movement tightening the knot of pleasure until you were nothing but a desperate moan.

“i'm cumming!” you pulled jake's hair, not caring if it hurt him but you were sure he didn't mind. he was gripping your thighs tighter as he continued his work on your pussy, humming at the way you were moaning and grinding on his face.

later, a warm flood came out of you. you were panting, your head thrown back, your body instantly slack and boneless as he finally pulled back, only to settle his chin right above your damp core, claiming his success.

he gave a soft gentle kiss to your core again, before standing and helping you up.

both of you were catching your breaths, your bodies pressed close, slick with sweat and the aftermath of your climax. you were clinging to him, and he was clinging just as tightly to you, finding a steady warmth in the contact. the kitchen was silent again, the scent of sex mingling in the air. his hands rested heavy and possessive on your waist, a subtle reminder that the moment of shared ecstasy was over, and the time for his control had returned. your face buried on his neck, and your arms wrapped around his shoulders, inhaling the clean, specific scent of his skin and letting the solid weight of his body support your own completely.

jake stayed rooted there, holding you tightly for a few more steadying breaths. his chest was still heaving under your cheek as he rasped, "that...was the best breakfast i've ever had."

a raw, breathy laugh bubbled up from your chest, and he joined in, the sound shaking your shared silence and erotic air lingering in the room.

you steadied your trembling body and faced jake. no words were needed. as you gently brushed his damp hair from his forehead, your gaze, filled with raw, unapologetic happiness and deep, total enjoyment, told him everything.

​jake studied your face, his gaze deep and heavy, breaking the silence. “you’re so beautiful, princess. especially when you’re looking only at me.”

​you answered with a fierce, passionate kiss, a silent confirmation of your bond. when you pulled back, you whispered against his lips, "we definitely need a shower."

then, you pressed your mouth to his ear, "but maybe you can give me a little more than crêpes for the next course.”

***

on the cold tiles of jake’s bathroom, your knees were slightly hurting but if you were giving jake the best head of his life, you wouldn't give a damn.

jake's head slammed back against the porcelain as you deliberately took his cock into your mouth. his eyes squeezed shut as you sucked him full. the friction was a hot, liquid current, and you were consumed by the slick, musky taste that bloomed on your tongue with every pull.

his hips twitched violently, and his fingers found purchase in your hair. "don't stop," he commanded, his voice a low, raw snarl.

the power surge you felt intensified every time you sucked him in and drew him deep.

his fingers suddenly clenched in your wet hair, pulling your head back, the movement a fraction too rough. the pleasure vanished, replaced by a sharp sting at your scalp. you broke suction instantly, gasping, only to meet his eyes. they weren't glazed with lust anymore; they were dark, and hungry.

​"look at me," he commanded. “do you enjoy making me beg for you?"

​he didn't wait for the answer. with a swiftness that stole your breath, he pushed your head back down, but this time his grip was different—a firm, non-negotiable pressure that guided you, leaving no room for your own rhythm.

you were being filled with jake's warm cum in your mouth, and you choked more, gagging on his cock as his hips slammed the back of your throat deeper.

“just like that. be my good girl and swallow every cum."

​you could feel the sharp sting of tears welling in your eyes, but when your head bobbed up just enough for a split second, you saw his eyes—dark, dilated, and consumed.

he needs this. you took him in deeper, choosing the painful depth just to watch him fracture.

“fuck, princess. take every bite in your mouth. don't... don't you dare waste this." he says the last line like it's an obligation, a vow you cannot say no to.

the back of your throat seized, a violent, automatic gag tearing out of you, instantly muffled by the sheer, thick volume that erupted into your mouth.

you were drowning in the slick, heavy proof of his release, warm and slightly metallic on your tongue.

​a desperate, animalistic whimper tried to escape, but the pressure in your skull from his grip and the fullness in your mouth blocked it completely.

​jake finally releases into your mouth, his entire body collapsing momentarily against the cold tiles while panting and trying to catch his breath.

the immediate, suffocating sensation was still overwhelming—you could taste the slick, metallic proof of his release filling your mouth, leaving no room for air.

you dragged in a series of ragged, desperate breaths before finally raising your head. when your eyes met jake's, you slowly ran your tongue along your jaw, licking the trail of his cum from your chin while staring at him innocently.

the droplets from the shower washed the sweat and the metallic scent of his climax down the tiles around your knees. you were still kneeling, head bowed slightly in the steady downpour.

the moment the last trace of him vanished from your chin, jake’s hand snapped from your hair and seized your jaw, his grip immediately cold and unforgiving. he forced your face up, eliminating the innocent act.

his eyes, though heavy with the exhaustion of climax, were flat and dangerously intense.

​"promise me you will never look at another man. swear it to me now."

your throat was raw, but you met his intense gaze, offering him the small, vital piece of control he required. the words were low, completely sincere, and weighted with all the longing you held for him.

​"i only look at you, jake."

​he released your jaw only to cup the back of your head, drawing you forward until his forehead rested against yours.

a shadow fell over your desk, followed by the soft, rhythmic clack of manicured nails against the laminate divider.

​"still working on that proposal, y/n?"

​the voice was bright and bubbly. you didn't need to look up to know it was chaewon. She was leaning against the edge of your cubicle, a designer coffee cup cradled in her hands.

to everyone else, she was the office sweetheart who always remembered everyone’s birthday. to you, she was a well-meaning but relentless investigator who didn't know the meaning of a boundary.

​"just doing some edits," you lied, finally forcing your fingers to move across the keyboard in a meaningless sequence of delete-and-type. you kept your eyes glued to the monitor, desperate to hide the slight puffiness of your lids from the argument with jake.

​"you've been on that slide for twenty minutes," chaewon noted, her tone tilting into that high-pitched, helpful concern that always set your teeth on edge.

“are you feeling okay? you look a bit... frayed. i saw you looking gloomy all morning and—well, i don't want to overstep, but you looked so stressed! do you need coffee? i’m happy to take over the tagging for this campaign if you need a break."

​there it was. chaewon is either dense or just too kind to know the "help" that was actually an invitation to vent. she always had a nose for drama and could tell something was shifting under your professional mask. in this office, she’d spend the rest of the day dissecting your personal life under the guise of "being there for you."

​"i’m fine, chaewon. really,” you said, finally turning to give her a soft, practiced smile.

“just a morning jitters. i'll have the final draft in the shared folder by lunch."

​she tilted her head, her eyes scanning your face with a precision that felt like she was looking for a secret to polish. "if you say so! just don't burn yourself out, “ she moves closer to you and whisper, “mr. davidson already has everyone under a microscope.”

she gave your shoulder a quick, lingering squeeze before she sauntered away. the silence she left behind felt heavier than before.

you were trapped between two fires: trying to keep your secret safe from her "kind" prying and the desperate need to make things right with your boyfriend.

boyfriend.

you and jake had been intimate and very familiar with your personal lives. but you weren’t sure what you were.

then the thought of you crashing out on him suddenly made you feel embarrassed. you didn't have a label yet he told you he wasn't bored of you and that he missed you. but you didn't know what you were.

the word felt strange. you and jake had been intimate and knew everything about each other’s lives, but you still weren’t sure what you actually were to him.

​now that the anger was fading, a wave of embarrassment hit you. you had completely crashed out on him, and you didn't even have a label to lean on. he had told you he wasn't bored of you and that he missed you. but without a label, you felt like you were standing on shaky ground. you had let your emotions spin out of control over a man who wasn't even technically yours.

you reached into your bag, keeping your phone low so mr. davidson wouldn't see. your heart did a nervous gallop as you saw one notification.

​jake: drink some water. don't forget to eat lunch.

​that was it. no "i'm sorry," just a practical reminder. it was so him. caring but frustratingly calm while you were falling apart.

you shoved the phone back into your bag. you had to distract yourself from a man you should be angry at.

the digital assets on your screen, endless rows of encryption codes and licensing dates started to look like gibberish. you needed air.

​you grabbed your bag and slipped out the side exit, making sure to avoid the glass-walled corner office where your boss sat.

​minutes later, you found yourself standing in front of hybe & hearth.

the bell chimed as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of toasted sourdough and brown butter sage wrapping around you.

being here was a form of self-torture, really. you were supposed to be clearing your head, but instead, you were retracing your steps, looking for the ghost of a man who was currently just a single, clinical text message on your phone.

​you missed him. the realization hit you harder than the caffeine. you missed the way he looked at you before things got complicated.

​you sat down at a small table near the window, staring out at the street. you pulled your phone out again, rereading his text.

​drink some water. don't forget to eat lunch.

you opened the chat, your thumb hovering over the keyboard.

​“i’m at hybe & hearth,” you typed. then you quickly delete it.

the menu at hybe & hearth was familiar, but your eyes landed on only one thing. you ordered the risotto.

​you sat at a table near the glass-walled kitchen, picking at your napkin, your mind still half-buried in the distribution contracts you’d left on your desk.

​when the plate finally arrived, you didn't look up at first. "thank you," you muttered, reaching for your fork.

​"you’re welcome, princess."

your head snapped up. jake was standing there. he was looking at you—dark, intense, and completely focused. the air in the restaurant feels ten degrees hotter.

​without asking, he pulled out the chair opposite you and sat down.

​"eat," he said softly. "you look like you haven't slept."

​you took a bite, the creamy, rich flavors of the risotto hitting your tongue. it was perfect. better than perfect. the silence between you stretched, no longer awkward but heavy with everything you hadn't said earlier.

​jake leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "well? anything you want to compliment to the chef?"

​a spark of your old fire returned, fueled by the sheer audacity of him sitting there. you leaned in too, your voice dropping to a low, teasing hum.

​"i'd say to kiss the chef. but maybe,” you whispered, holding his gaze. "with a dish this good…i could fuck the chef."

​jake’s expression didn't change, but his eyes darkened until they were almost black. He didn't laugh. he didn't tease back. he just stood up, reached across the table, and gripped your wrist, not hard, but with a firm, possessive grip.

​"follow me," he rasped.

***

you threw your head back against the brick wall of the alley as jake's tongue was already working against you with a desperate, heavy heat. his hands were on your hips, bunching your pencil skirt upward.

jake began to suck at your clit with a deep, rhythmic pressure that made your knees buckle. you let out a jagged gasp, your fingers clawing at his hair. "jake—please—"

​"please what, princess?" he murmured, shifting to lick you in long, agonizingly wet strokes that traveled from your peak to the very opening of your core. he hummed against you, the vibration sending a localized fire straight to your nerves. "tell me exactly what you want."

​"don't stop... please, jake," you sobbed, your fingers tightening in his hair.

​before you could form a coherent word, the pressure in your core snapped. you shuddered against the wall, a thick, viscous release rolling through you as jake drank you in.

jake growled through your folds, the vibration thrumming right through your nerves. his tongue moving in fast, hard circles. you were losing control, your body taking over as you began to ride his face, your hips jerking and grinding against his mouth to get more of the friction. you needed him to keep sucking, licking, until the ache in your stomach finally broke.

​when the release hit, it was a violent, shuddering wave. you cried out into the empty alley, your body convulsing against his mouth as he drank you in, refusing to let go until your last shiver died down.

​jake stood and unzipped his pants. once his dick was out, he hiked your legs up around his waist.

​he entered you in one deep, both of you staggering thrust that made you both gasp for air.

your body recognized him instantly. you loved that smooth, velvet slide.

jake groaned into your neck, his muscles relaxing even as his heart hammered against yours. he was just as addicted to this intimacy as you were.

​"god, you're so warm," jake groaned into the crook of your neck. his voice a ragged, broken version of its usual calm. he didn't wait for you to adjust; he immediately found a heavy, punishing rhythm, pinning your back into the brick with every driving motion.

​you were losing your mind. the combination of the aftershocks from his mouth and the sudden, stretching fullness of him was too much. you tried to stifle a moan, terrified of the kitchen door just feet away, but the pleasure was too sharp. a loud, broken sound escaped you, and jake’s reaction was instantaneous.

​"shhh," he commanded, his voice a rough growl as he leaned in to swallow your cries with a bruising, possessive kiss.

​he didn't stop until the weight of the morning was replaced by the heavy, rhythmic thud of your heartbeats together. in the shadow of the alley, you and jake were starting to fix what you thought would be broken. and the thought sparked something in your chest.

​"fuck," he groaned into the crook of your neck, his breath hitching as he found a punishing, heavy rhythm. "you’re so tight... were you thinking about me all morning at that desk? is that why you're like this?"

​every thrust was a blunt collision, pinning you harder against the brick. ​jake crashed his mouth against yours, a bruising, possessive kiss that swallowed your cries. as he continued to drive into you, he pulled back just an inch, his lips ghosting over yours. "Look at me. tell me who you belong to."

​you couldn't speak, you could only cling to him until you gelt jake slowed down his moves and that made you whine.

“answer my question, princess.”

​"i—i’m yours," you finally choked out, the words feeling heavy and honest in the humid air of the alley. "always yours, jake."

​the moment the words left your lips, jake didn't wait. he let out a low, satisfied growl and slammed back into you, his pace doubling as he took exactly what you just offered. every thrust was deeper now, more desperate, as if he were trying to drive those words into your very skin.

​"good girl," he rasped, his voice cracking with the strain. jake buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "don’t you ever forget it."

​you were spinning, the friction of his velvet heat against your core becoming an unbearable, beautiful pressure. you could feel the climax building again, thicker and more violent than the one before. "jake—i’m... i’m going to—"

​"i know," he groaned, his own movements becoming frantic, his breath coming in hot, ragged bursts against your ear. "cum for me. right now."

​the release hit you like a physical shock, your body tightening and pulsing around him in heavy, rhythmic waves. just as you peaked, jake let out a low, guttural cry, his entire body shuddering as he came, filling you with a heat that made your toes curl.

​for a long minute, neither of you moved. the only sound in the narrow alley was the heavy, synchronized thud of your heartbeats and your shared, desperate gasps for air. jake didn’t pull away. instead, he collapsed his weight against you, his arms wrapping around you so tightly it was almost hard to breathe. he tucked his head into the crook of your shoulder, his fingers digging into your waist as if he were trying to anchor himself to you.

​you clung back just as hard, your hands tangled in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. in the silence of the aftermath, the weight of the fight was gone, replaced by a deep, aching comfort.

you didn't want to let go. you didn't want to go back to your laptop, the technical files, or the toxic glares of the office.

​"i missed you," he whispered, so low you almost didn't hear it over the hum of the nearby kitchen vent. "i hated every second of that silence today."

​"i missed you too," you breathed, closing your eyes and savoring the simple, solid reality of his body against yours. in this hidden, shadowed space, the world was finally quiet. you were fixed. and the thought of letting go felt like losing your only source of gravity.

***

the walk back to the office was a blur of fading adrenaline. you scrubbed at your face in the lobby mirror, desperately trying to hide the flush on your neck and the way your pupils were still dilated. when you stepped off the elevator, the cold, air-conditioned chill felt like a physical blow.

​you walked toward your cubicle, eyes fixed on your shoes, hoping to slide into your seat unnoticed. instead, you found chaewon leaning against your desk, a bright, helpful smile on her face that made your stomach drop.

​"y/n, there you are!” she chirped, her voice bubbly and loud enough to make the coworkers in the next row look up.

"you were gone for so long, i was starting to get worried!

​"i just needed some air, chaewon," you muttered, keeping your eyes on your monitor.

​"i bet! you look like you got some really good air," she teased, leaning over your desk. she reached out to flick a speck of dust off your blazer, but her hand stopped near your collar. "you've got a little... bruise, right there."

​you froze, your hand flying up to cover your neck as the heat rushed to your cheeks. the look on chaewon's face told you exactly what she saw.

​"who’s the lucky guy?" she whispered, her voice dropping into a fake-confidential tone that set your teeth on edge.

"you have that look. you know, the glow? your lipstick is a little smudged, too—don't worry, i won't tell! but seriously, is it someone i know? is he cute?"

​"it’s nothing like that, chaewon. i'm just stressed," you muttered, opening a spreadsheet to look busy.

​"oh, come on! 6ou can tell me," she persisted, leaning her chin on her hand and staring at you with genuine, annoying interest. "i’m just so happy for you! if it's a secret, my lips are sealed!”

​she winked, taking a slow sip of her coffee while her eyes continued to scan your disheveled hair and wrinkled blazer. "just a tip, though—next time, check the back of your hair. it’s a bit...windblown,” she winks. “but hey, it’s very secret romance protagonist.'”

***

the elevator opened directly into jake’s penthouse. then, ​you found him in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he plated dinner.

​"you look exhausted," he murmured, pulling out a chair for you. "sit. eat."

​dinner was perfect—a rich, savory steak that felt like a hug for your nervous system. for an hour, the office didn't exist. you caught him up on the small things, and he listened with an intensity that made you feel like the only person in the world. but as you moved to the sofa with the glass of wine on your hand, the conversation drifted back to the mountain of files mr. davidson had dumped on your desk right before 5:00 PM.

​"he's pushing you too hard," jake said, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

​"it's just the season," you tried to excuse it, but your voice trailed off as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. "i can handle it."

​"you shouldn't have to," he whispered.

jake devoured your mouth, his kiss deep and hungry, tasting of the wine you were still sipping. tou let out a soft gasp against his lips, your hand trembling as you carefully set the glass down on the coffee table before you could spill a drop. the moment your fingers were free, you tangled them into his dark hair, pulling him closer as the heat between you flared.

​he pushed you down onto the soft, deep cushions of his oversized sofa. jake stripped your clothes off, his eyes never leaving yours.

jake took his time, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other traveled slowly over your body. He tasted every inch of your neck and shoulders, his tongue heavy and warm. when he moved down, he spent a long time between your thighs, using his mouth to make you lose your mind all over again. you arched your back, your fingers digging into the cushions as you felt that familiar ache build up in your stomach.

he didn’t stop at just his tongue. while jake swirled his mouth against your clit in those fast, hard circles you loved, he slid two fingers deep inside you. the sudden fullness made you cry out, your hips jerking upward to meet the pressure. he began a rhythmic, curling motion inside you, finding the exact spot that made your breath hitch.

​jake started taking turns: first he uses his mouth until you were sobbing his name, then just his fingers, pushing deeper and faster until you were soaking wet. then, he used them both at the same time. the sensation of at your core and the heavy, rhythmic stretching inside was too much. you were convulsing, your entire body wound tight like a spring, right on the edge of snapping.

​when you couldn't take the teasing anymore, you pulled at his shoulders. "jake, please... now."

​without hesitation, jake stripped out of his own clothes and moved over you.

jake’s eyes were dark, tracking every shift of your expression as he positioned himself. he paused for a heartbeat, the tip of him brushing against you, teasing one last time.

“you're so ready for me,' he rasped, his voice thick with a mix of pride and hunger. jake reached down to guide himself then enters into you in one slow, deliberate slide. you let out a long, shaky breath, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him even deeper.

the rhythm was steady and heavy. in the quiet of the penthouse, the only sounds were the wet friction of your bodies and the way your breath hitched every time he hit that specific spot. jake kept his eyes locked on yours the whole time, his hands cupping your face to keep you focused on him.

​but as the heat climbed, he reached down to grip your waist firmly as he sat up, bringing you with him. you let out a small, surprised gasp as he settled back against the sofa cushions, guiding you to straddle him.

​jake didn't let go of your hips. instead, his fingers dug in slightly, guiding your movements as you began to slide against him. he watched you with a raw, intense hunger, his head tilted back as he watched the way your body moved for him.

​"just like that," he groaned, his hands moving from your hips to your thighs, helping you find a rhythm that hit exactly where you needed it.

​you leaned forward, resting your palms on his chest, feeling his heart hammering against his ribs. every time you dropped down, he met you with a sharp, upward thrust that made your vision blur. he was guiding you, pushing you to go faster, his breath coming in ragged bursts as you took everything he had to give.

as jake began to move faster, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent, the sensation became overwhelming. you were so aroused that you couldn't stay upright anymore. your head fell back and your spine arched, your body finally laying down flat.

​jake instantly took the chance to pin your legs back, moving his hips into you with even more depth and force now that you were open to him. you met him move for move, your hips grinding against his as the pleasure peaked. the feeling was so sharp and constant that you couldn't help but cry out, the sound of your own pleasure echoing in the quiet room. when the release finally hit, it felt like a total collapse. you clung to him, your voice muffled against his shoulder, as he followed you over the edge, his body tensing with the force of it.

​as you lay against his chest, tracing the muscles of his arm, the silence was heavy and comfortable. jake was quiet for a long time, his fingers idly playing with your hair.

​"he called you back in three times today," jake said suddenly, his voice a low, vibrating rumble in the dark.

​"i know," you sighed, closing your eyes. "he’s just... he likes the power."

​you felt jake’s body stiffen slightly. he didn't laugh. instead, he gripped your waist a little tighter, pulling you flush against him.

​"i thought about it today," jake muttered, his tone flat and chillingly serious. "about what it would feel like to walk into that office and put his head through that glass desk of his. just to see the look on his face when he realizes he can’t touch you anymore."

​you pulled back slightly to look at him. "jake..."

​"i’m not kidding, princess," he said, his dark eyes meeting yours. "every time i see you talk about walking back into that building looking drained because of him. one of these days, he’s going to push you too far, and i’m not going to be responsible for what i do to him."

“nobody can hurt the ones i love.”

he kissed your forehead, his touch softening, but the weight of his words remained. he wasn't just your lover. he was your protector. he’d do anything to keep the world from bruising you any further.

​it wasn’t just the way he looked at you when you were naked, or the way he took his time with your body on the sofa. it was the way he noticed the small things—the tension in your shoulders when you mentioned a deadline, the way your voice went flat when you spoke about mr. davidson, and the "frayed" look in your eyes that everyone else in the office ignored.

​while the rest of the world looked at you and saw a replaceable face in the crowd who could be pushed—jake looked at you and saw something precious that needed to be guarded. he was the only one who seemed to understand you. whether it was by pulling you into a quiet alley to give you a moment of escape, or by holding you in the middle of the night and promising to break anyone who hurt you, he was your shield.

“yeah, that's right—UGH!”

it was a sight to see jake groaning as you bounced up and down on his cock.

you didn't know how many hours you've been at it. but you and jake couldn't stop touching each other. if you did, which includes you getting a glass of water, he'd pull you again for a kiss until you wouldn't let go of each other’s grasp.

like right now, you were supposed to get up from bed and wear your clothes. but the moment jake saw your naked figure out if the sheets, he found a way to get you back to bed. and now, here you are—bouncing on jake's cock as he guides, more like pushes your hips up and down.

both of you have been going on for hours. first round, you were under jake as he brought your legs up to his shoulders. second round, your face was on the pillows as you took jake from behind while he whispers in your ear that you can now sniff his pillows with no shame. and third, despite your legs were about to give up, jake pulled you up and positioned your hole on his dick.

“such a good girl.” jake grips your hips tighter and you continue bouncing on his cock, out of a desperate, bone-deep muscle memory.

​"tired?" he murmured, his tone feigning concern while his hands wandered lower, reigniting the fire he’d started hours ago. "your legs are shaking, princess. you think you can still go to work today?

​you tried to push off his chest, your muscles trembling, but his arms wound around you like iron bands, dragging you back into the heat of the sheets.

​he pressed a lingering kiss to the pulse point on your neck, feeling your heart skip. "check your phone if you want, but we both know you’ve already missed the morning meeting. you’ve been mine for fourteen hours straight.”

you moan which jake felt your hole tighten around him and he smirks, “why stop now? give me one more.”

the room was filled with the heavy, rhythmic sound of your shared breaths and the wet friction of skin on skin. you were operating on pure instinct, your mind having long since surrendered to the haze. 

every time you tried to slump against him, jake would nudge you back up, guiding your pace with a firm, unforgiving hand. you were  breaking under his touch, a constant, low thrum of pleasure that made the outside world feel like a distant, fading memory.

“j-jake…” your vision was starting to blur and your head was spinning starting to blur and your head was spinning as the room dissolved into nothing but the scent of his skin and the relentless rhythm he forced upon you.

“cum for me, princess.”

​you didn't even hesitate to do so. your body snapped to his command as if he held the strings to your very soul. jake leaned back slightly, savoring the view of you coming apart for him. he loved the way you looked when you were broken and nothing but a soft, shaking mess in his hands. the way your breath hitched before you fell over the edge was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. 

jake gripped your trembling thighs, keeping you pinned so he could feel every arousal you were feeling ans giving him.

by the time he felt you slow down and collapse against his chest, the sun was high in the sky. your phone, buried somewhere under a discarded heap of clothes, had gone silent after the fifth missed call from your manager. today, you were a ghost to the rest of the world, but as jake smoothed the hair away from your damp forehead, you had never felt more seen.

“h-how did i do?” you ask as you tried your best to lift your body up and look at jake eye to eye.

“you were so perfect.” jake says as he tucks a hair behind your ear.

you could kiss every part of him right now. but that would only lead to another round, and you were far too tired to handle it.

when you saw the sun your heart sank. it was already noon, and you hadn't even thought about the job you'd neglected for hours.

you immediately got up and didn't think for a second about covering your naked body with the blanket. or else jake might pounce on you again.

you immediately searched for your phone in your bag and saw tons of messages from chaewon and your boss.

just as you got worried and felt like panicking, a pair of arms wrapped around you and jake pressed kisses on your temple.

“shh, look at how much you’re trembling, princess. just text them and say you woke up with a sudden fever.”

jake turns your figure to face him. he holds your face like you were so dear to him.

“i might get in trouble.” you softly say.

“more reason for you to stay here and relax.”

jake smoothens your hair, “stay here and let me take care of you. the world can wait one more day.”

you had a proposal and a presentation waiting to be presented to your team. your boss might be piling up more documents in your desk as you speak. chaewon might even be gossiping about you right now. she might be nice to you  ut deep down, you knew she is just a person who sees you as a competitor to be crushed.

you've been working at your job for almost three years and it felt like a prison cell. but with jake, who you just finally reached after months of watching from afar and fourteen hours of losing yourself in his touch, he felt like your sanctuary.

and just like that, you leaned your head on his chest, choosing his heartbeat over your own survival.

***

you remained buried in the mess of sheets, the scent of your intimacy clinging to your skin. being bare against jake should have made you feel vulnerable, but his embrace felt more like a sanctuary than a trap.

you continue listening to the steady, deceptive rhythm of his heart. after months of watching him from a distance, the sound was intoxicating.

​"what are you thinking about?" he murmured, his fingers idly playing with the ends of your hair.

​"just... how different this is from what I imagined," you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

​jake’s hand stilled for a fraction of a second. a small, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. 

"and what did you imagine, y/n? tell me everything. tell me exactly what you have been think every time you stand outside my building.”

the thought of jake knowing you've been following him for months sent a rush of heat to your face, making you want to bury yourself deeper into the pillows to hide.

​“come on, don't be shy now,” jake murmured, tilting your chin up so you couldn't look away from his gaze. “tell me.”

you swallowed hard, your voice trembling. "i... I know you always order that bland coffee at cafe atelier. and I started ordering that risotto from hybe & hearth... the one you mentioned in an interview as your favorite thing to cook. it cost me half my weekly budget, but i didn't care.

​you bit your lip, your face burning with the shame of finally saying it out loud. "and sometimes... i’d lay in bed and imagine you were the one holding me. that you’d finally catch me watching you and...and do exactly what you did to me last night.”

jake’s eyes darkened, a slow, predatory look he's been giving you since last night. but he didn't pounce. instead, he leaned in until his nose brushed yours, his thumb tracing the curve of your bottom lip.

​"is that so?" he whispered, his voice vibrating with a dangerous kind of approval. "you spent all that money and all those nights just for a taste of me?"

​he chuckled, the sound low and dark. "be careful, princess. if you keep telling me things like that, i’m never going to let you put your clothes back on.”

​he leaned down and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the curve of your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to leave a mark. 

“i might just keep you in this bed until you've forgotten every fantasy and replaced them with the real thing.”

you chuckled nervously, but your body was already betraying you, your pulse thrumming and your breath hitching as his words sent a jolt of arousal through you. you whispered back with a shy, honest smile, “i’d like that.”

and just like that, you betrayed your aching body by pulling jake's neck down to your lips. you didn't care about the exhaustion in your limbs or the missed calls on your phone; you only cared about the way he groaned into the kiss, a sound of dark, predatory triumph.

​jake didn't hesitate. he flooded over you again, his hands pinning your wrists above your head with a sudden, sharp intensity that made your heart hammer.

​"i thought you were tired, princess," he murmured against your mouth, his eyes dark and dilated with a terrifying level of arousal. "but if you're going to beg for it like this, i suppose the office will just have to learn to live without you forever."

jake’s hand slid from your jaw to your throat, not to squeeze, but to feel the frantic rhythm of your pulse. he leaned down, his lips brushing yours as he whispered, "forget their everyone. forget the office. just say my name until it’s the only word you remember." 

then, he captured your mouth in a kiss so deep it felt like he was breathing for you.

​“yes! jake... yes,” you cry out, the sound muffled by his mouth as you tangle your hands in his hair. you pull him down into you, deepening the kiss with a desperate confidence that tells him everything he needs to know: you don't just want him—you’re addicted to him.

jake let out a low, guttural groan as you finally reached for his cock, your hands moving with a frantic, desperate confidence. but it was what you did next that truly caught him off guard. you slipped beneath the heavy silk of the duvet, taking him into your mouth, finally devouring the man you had only ever dared to watch from afar.

jake’s hand flew to the headboard, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wood to ground himself against the sudden, overwhelming sensation of your mouth. he let out a ragged, half-groan, half-growl as you pushed him past his limit.

despite the physical strain, a surge of adrenaline and dark satisfaction washed over you. 

you were no longer hiding in the shadows, hoping for a taste; you were right here, making him shudder as your mouth worked its magic. every stroke of your tongue felt like a claim, a physical marking of the man who had been a ghost in your fantasies for so long. the thought made you moan around him, taking him bit by bit until the line between his pleasure and your obsession was completely gone…

​but jake wasn't a man who stayed caught off guard for long.

​with a sudden, forceful movement, he stripped the duvet back, exposing you to the dim light of the room. he looked down at you, his eyes dark and predatory, his smirk returning as he saw the heat in your gaze. he reached down, his fingers tangling roughly into your hair to guide you.

​"you want all of me, princess?" he rasped, his voice dropping into that dangerous, commanding low. "then take it. every bit."

​he didn't give you a choice to back away, asserting his dominance once more as he pushed deeper. the sound you let out was a muffled, high-pitched whimper that caught in your throat. your eyes widening as the sudden, bruising force of him stole your breath away.

he watched with a dark, twisted pride as you struggled to take all of him, your breath catching and your throat tightening until you gagged under his weight. 

jake didn't pull back. instead, he threw his head back, his throat working as he fought for air.

jake looks down on you again, taking in the sight of you choking and trembling under him. your eyes glassy and filled with a desperate, helpless devotion. his voice raw and wrecked, "that's it. be a good girl and show me exactly how much you want me.”

your mouth and throat ached. your eyes watered from the force of him. but you didn't pull away. 

instead, you gripped his thighs tighter, your body humming with a desperate kind of heat. even as you struggled to take all of him, the feeling of jake finally losing control made your own arousal spike, heavy and pulsing between your legs. 

​you were hurting and out of breath, but you loved it. you wanted him to push harder, to see exactly how much of him you could handle.

​jake didn't make you wait long. his hands tightened in your hair, his knuckles white as he reached his breaking point. when he finally let out a wrecked, guttural groan and spilled into your mouth, a sharp wave of arousal crashed through you, mirroring his release.

you swallowed hard, taking every bit of him just as he’d commanded. you licked every last bit of his cum coming out of his dick, savoring the taste of your prize.

as he slumped forward, breathless and finally broken, you felt a dark sense of triumph.

seeing him worn out, you took this chance to push him back against the mattress. jake let out a breathless, surprised huff as he hit the mattress, his usual composure completely gone. 

an airy chuckle escapes your lips, feeling a surge of confidence as you crawled up his body. both of you were slick with sweat, and as you settled on top of him, the feeling of your bare chest pressing against his solid, heated skin made your heart skip.

​"i finally caught you," you whispered, your voice small but playful. you looked down at him with wide, dazed eyes, the bitter-sweet taste of him still coating your tongue and the corners of your mouth. 

jake’s eyes darkened with a different kind of heat as he looked at you. he didn't mind the mess. in fact, he loved it. he reached up, his thumb brushing a stray drop of his own release from your bottom lip before you leaned down to give him a quick, messy kiss.

​as your lips met, jake tasted himself on your tongue, a sharp, intimate reminder of how thoroughly you had served him. he let out a low, satisfied hum into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you even tighter against him. he wasn't just satisfied. he was addicted. the way you acted just now brought a hungry, addictive heat to his gaze. the way you smelled of him, and the way you finally looked like you were exactly where you belonged.

he loved the beautiful ruin he created in you.

***

you were leaned against the kitchen island, swallowed whole by one of jake’s oversized black polo shirts. it smelled purely of him: expensive woody musk cologne. 

across from you, jake looked strangely human in a simple grey t-shirt and athletic shorts, his damp hair messy as he moved a pan over the stove with practiced ease.

​"you're staring again, princess," he murmured without looking up, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. "hungry?"

​"starving," you admitted, your voice still a bit raspy.

​he plated a perfectly seared steak and some grilled vegetables, sliding the dish toward you. "eat. you need the energy." he leaned against the counter, watching you with that intense, analytical gaze. 

“i noticed your watch list when i was setting up the TV earlier. it's almost exclusively romance movies. why? most people find them repetitive."

​you poked at a piece of steak, feeling the weight of the question. "i like them because they aren't real," you said softly, finally looking up at him. 

"in movies, everything has a purpose. every look means something, every conflict gets resolved, and the guy always chooses the girl in the end. no matter how messy it gets."

​jake tilted his head, his eyes tracking the way you spoke. "and reality isn't like that?"

​"reality is... gray," you whispered. 

"it’s a toxic office and a long commute and people who look through you like you're a ghost. i’ve spent my life watching other people live theirs. i hated my reality so much that i had to build a different one in my head just to survive the day."

​you took a small bite, the warmth of the food grounding you. "i guess i just always hoped i’d find a story of my own someday. something that felt as intense as a movie, where i wasn't just...there."

​jake reached across the marble, his fingers grazing the back of your hand. "and now that you're here?" he asked, his voice dropping into that dark, velvety tone. "does this feel like the movie you wanted? or is it starting to feel a bit more like a thriller?”

you chuckled softly, the sound slightly muffled by the oversized sleeves of his hoodie. “could be both,” you said, meeting his dark gaze over the rim of your water glass. “but the real question is... will you stay ‘til the end? most people leave before the credits roll.”

​jake didn’t blink. he just watched you, his expression unreadable for a long moment as he let the weight of your question hang in the air. 

​“i’m the one who wrote the script, princess,” he said finally, his voice low and devoid of its usual playful edge. he reached out, his hand sliding under your chin to tilt your face up toward his. “in my version, there are no credits. there is only what i decide happens next.”

​he leaned in closer, the scent of the steak and his cologne mingling in a way that made your head spin. “you wanted a story that felt intense. you wanted to be the main character. well, you have my undivided attention now. why would i leave when the plot is just getting interesting?”

​he let go of your chin, but his eyes stayed locked on yours. “but tell me. if the ending isn’t a happily ever after, would you still want to be in it? or would you try to run back to your gray reality?”

​"the gray reality didn't have a place for me, jake," you said, your voice steady despite the way your heart was hammering against your ribs. "i’d rather be a character in your thriller than a ghost in their world. at least here, I’m seen.”

you didn't flinch at his question. if anything, you leaned into the warmth of his hand, your expression hardening with a quiet, desperate kind of resolve.

​you set your fork down and shifted closer to him, the oversized hoodie falling off one shoulder. " i want something real. and this..." you gestured to him, to the kitchen, to the marks he’d left on your neck that were hidden beneath the fabric. "this is the most real thing i’ve ever felt and have."

​jake, amused by your response walked to your side of the table. standing beside you, barely enough space, ​"you’re a dangerous little thing, aren't you?" he mused, his voice dropping into a rough, appreciative growl. "most people would be looking for the exit by now. but you,” he holds your chin, “you’re looking for the next chapter."

"if that’s the case, princess, you should know,” he whispered, his gaze dropping to your lips with a dark, hungry intensity before snapping back to your eyes.

“i don’t write short stories. if you stay in this script, you stay until the very last page."

jake leans his forehead on yours. you answer, “i'd stay if everyday feels like this.”

jake lets out a satisfactory smirk, “tell me. what’s the one thing you’ve always wanted to happen in those movies of yours? the one thing no one ever gave you?”

you let out a shaky breath, your forehead still pressed against his, ​"i wanted the things that make people feel... like they actually exist to someone," you whispered, your voice small and fragile. 

"i wanted a boyfriend who actually answers my texts. not because he has to, but because he’s actually waiting to hear from me. i wanted to be the girl who gets to plan a surprise for someone and actually sees them smile when they walk through the door."

​you swallowed hard, your fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie. "i wanted the domestic moments that no one ever films because they're too 'boring.' i wanted to go on actual dates like a picnic by the lake where we just talk for hours, or staying in on a rainy night to watch a movie where I don't have to be the one holding my own hand. i wanted to be the girl who belongs to someone so completely that the rest of the world just fades out."

​a soft, pathetic sob caught in your throat as you admitted the final truth. 

“i know it sounds stupid—”

“no, it isn't.”

jake’s voice was surprisingly soft, devoid of the sharp edge it usually carried. he didn't pull away. instead, he rested his hands lightly on your waist, pulling you just an inch closer so your heartbeats felt like they were thumping against each other.

​“it’s not stupid to want to be seen,” he whispered. his eyes searching yours with a look that felt almost... tender. “the people who looked through you back at that office—they’re the ones who are broken, not you. they didn't realize what they were missing.”

​he tucked your hair behind your ear, a small, weary smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“if you want the texts, i’ll send them. if you want the lake and the quiet moments where the rest of the world doesn't exist, we’ll do that. i’ve spent my life surrounded by people who only want things from me. having someone who just wants to be with me... that’s not stupid, princess. that’s everything.”

​he let out a long, quiet breath, his thumb tracing a slow circle on your hip through the fabric of his hoodie. “you don't have to be a ghost anymore. not with me. you’re the only person in this room, and right now, you’re the only person i care about seeing.”

hearing those words for the first time, you let out a sob you didn't know you've been holding.

seeing you cry, jake just held you there in the quiet of the kitchen, letting the silence feel safe for the first time in your life.

after spending a day with jake in his condo, it was with a heavy heart that you had to move back into your home.

your apartment feels wrong. the air is stale and smells like dust, making you miss the expensive, woody scent of jake’s penthouse. you stand in the middle of the living room with your keys still in your hand, feeling like a stranger in your own home.

​jake was right. nothing happened while you were gone. your work emails and the mess on your desk don't seem important anymore. it’s a quiet, sinking feeling to realize the world didn't even notice you were missing. without him there to watch you, the silence of the room is unbearable. you’re already desperate to go back to him, the need to see him again itching like a fever under your skin.

​you took a shower then changed into your new clothes. too restless to sit still, you went straight to your kitchen and got a bag of microwaveable popcorn. you slammed the bag into the microwave, punching the start button with a little too much force.

you scratch your head as the quiet was making you frustrated. you needed a distraction. hopefully watching a cheesy romcom movie would work out for you.

but as even though you watched audrey hepburn and gregory peck ride a vespa, you couldn't focus on the plot. every time gregory peck looked at audrey hepburn, all you could see was the way jake looked at you. like you were something he would never let go.

​"what is wrong with you?" you hissed, burying your face in your palms and dragging them down until the skin around your eyes pulled tight. it was as if you were trying to wipe the thought of him away, but it wouldn't budge.

​“it’s fine. you’re fine. you’ll see him tomorrow." then you looked at the oven clock. eleven hours. six hundred and sixty minutes. every second felt like a drop of water hitting a stone, eroding your sanity until there was nothing left but the need to go back.

​a sharp knock cut through the silence, snapping the thread of your near-tantrum. you were already halfway to the door, your heart hammering with a sudden, jagged rage. if it was your landlord or a neighbor, you were ready to scream and take all this pent-up frustration out on anyone unlucky enough to be standing there.

​you ripped the door open, the rage evaporated and was replaced by a relief.

​“cat got your tongue, princess?” jake teased. he was leaning casually against the doorframe, his presence devouring the space. just the sight of him made your knees lose their strength, your body finally remembering how to breathe now that he was back.

​​"w-what are you doing here?" you tried to play it cool, but your smile was too wide. panicked by your own lack of control, you quickly wiped the expression from your face, but it was too late. ​jake can see right through you that you missed him just as much.

jake straightened his posture, his eyes hot and steady on yours. "i missed you," he murmured. without warning, he hooked a hand around your waist and yanked you forward, annihilating the space between you with a kiss that was all claim and possession.

​you didn't hesitate to kiss him back. with a frantic energy, you drag him inside and kick the door shut behind him with a violent thud. every shift of his mouth against yours felt like a blissful current, turning your bones to liquid.

​in an instant, you were pinned against the wall. jake’s mouth nipped at yours before his hot, damp lips traveled down the column of your neck. the pleasure was so sharp and sudden that a soft, helpless whimper broke from your throat.

then, the microwave dinged.

​the sound cut through the heavy atmosphere. you turned your head instinctively toward the machine, but jake didn't stop. he ignored the interruption, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder.

​“wanna watch a movie?” you asked breathlessly, your voice sounding far more innocent than you felt.

​jake let out a low, dark laugh at your sudden shift in mood. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze heavy and predatory. “only if it’s a distraction, princess,” he murmured, his hands tightening on your waist. “but we finish this first.”

​jake didn't give you a second to breathe before his mouth was on yours again, devouring you. his hand slid beneath the fabric of your clothes, his fingers finding you with a blunt, practiced precision. a sharp gasp tore from your lungs, quickly followed by a desperate, broken whimper as you felt him settle against your center.

​“j-jake! wait—” you managed to plead, your head falling back against the wall as your senses overloaded.

​“no more waiting, princess,” he growled against your skin, his voice thick with a dark, terrifying hunger. “i need to be inside you now.”

he led you toward the living room, his grip firm and possessive. jake turned you around, pressing your chest against the back of the couch so you were facing away from him. the sound of his zipper cutting through the quiet sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through you. you gripped the upholstery, knuckles white, as you heard his clothes hit the floor.

​your shorts and panties were discarded in one fluid motion, leaving you exposed and shivering. then, without prepping you, jake pushes his cock into your dry hole. the sudden fullness was so overwhelming that it made you cry out into the empty room.

the room instantly filled with your ragged moans. the pain slowly turns into pleasure as you hear the slap of his thrusts and feel every inch of him inside you.

​you arched your back, head snapping upward from the intensity but jake pushed your head down back into place. your head was starting to spin but you'd choose to be dominated by jake any day.

“s-so good…” you say as your hands clutch the couch tighter.

“yeah? you like being pounded like this?”

you nod your head, praying that he doesn't stop. jake growls then he immediately quickens his pace. the couch moving along with your movements.

“how dare you leave me like that?” jake moans along with you, feeling your pussy sucking him whole.

“you... you don’t get to leave,” he gasped, hitting the back of the couch again.

“i-i'm sorry–AH!” you threw your head back and you tried your best to look behind.

“i will never leave you.” you say in between breaths.

jake immediately snatched your face, yanking your head back until your back was touching his chest. he forced your gaze upward, his possessive eyes demanding your full attention as he did another deep thrust.

the room filled instantly with your ragged moans. the initial sharp sting of his entry slowly bled into a dark, overwhelming pleasure as the rhythmic slap of his thrusts echoed against the quiet of the apartment. you felt every inch of him—a heavy, relentless invasion that made your head spin.

​you tried to arch your back, your head snapping upward from the sheer intensity, but jake’s hand was there immediately, shoving your head back down into.

​“s-so good…” you choked out, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the upholstery for dear life.

​“yeah? you like this?” his voice was a low, gravelly growl in your ear.

​you nodded frantically, praying he wouldn't stop, even as the couch groaned and shifted under the force of his movements. jake’s pace quickened, his movements becoming more animalistic, more desperate.

​“how dare you leave me like that?” he groaned, the sound vibrating through your spine.

“you... you don’t get to leave.”

​“i-i'm sorry—AH!” you tried to twist around, desperate to see him, to find some air.

​“i will never leave you,” you promised breathlessly.

jake snatched your face, his fingers digging into your jaw as he yanked your head back until your spine was pressed flush against his chest. he forced your gaze upward, his eyes dark and possessive, demanding you look at him while he delivered a final, deep thrust that felt like it reached your very soul.

​“promise?” jake’s voice was a jagged command against your ear. He didn't ask; he dictated. “say it. say you promise.”

​“a-AH! YES, I PROMISE!” the words were torn from you as a choked cry of release broke from your throat, the sound swallowed by the rhythmic, heavy thud of his body driving into yours.

​jake leaned over you, pulling you back for a devouring kiss. you reached down between your legs, desperate to touch yourself as you spiraled toward the edge.

​the moment Jake saw it, his hand snapped around your wrist. he wrenched your hand away and pinned it back against the upholstery with a force that made you gasp. before you could even blink, he replaced your fingers with his own.

​“am i not giving you enough, princess?” jake snarled. his eyes were dark that it made your blood run cold and hot all at once.

​“y-yes, you are. i’m sorry,” you whined. the shame of being caught was eclipsed by the explosive new pleasure of his touch. your voice trembled as you felt yourself swelling under his controlling, relentless rhythm.

​“you’re forgiven,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a seductive, dangerous silk. he traced the shell of your ear with his mouth, nipping at the soft skin until you were hissing into the quiet of the room.

​“cum with me, yeah?” he commanded, never breaking the heavy, relentless rhythm of his movements.

​with a few more punishing thrusts, the once-quiet apartment was filled with your loud, desperate cries. with one final, deep push, you both slowed down, the heat of your release spilling down your legs. you let yourself go loose from the couch and his grip, your body so wobbly that you nearly lost your balance and collapsed to the floor.

​before you could fall, jake aggressively hooked a hand under your chin from behind, yanking your head back for one last, searing kiss. you reached back, your fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even closer, desperate to keep the connection alive for just a few seconds more.

​when you both finally pulled away, breathless and spent, you looked at him and asked, “now... can we watch that movie?”

​jake let out a genuine laugh at the sudden change in your tone. “whatever you say, princess,” he murmured, though his eyes still held that dark, possessive glint.

***

after the shower—which took a lot of convincing because your limbs felt like lead—you both settled onto the couch. jake had to put his old clothes back on, but you didn't care that he smelled like the night's heat and salt. all that mattered was the weight of his arm around you, anchoring you to the cushions.

​on the screen, the rain-soaked climax of the notebook played out. you watched as allie stood between her wealthy, "safe" fiancé and the man who had spent years obsessing over her.

​“the fiancé is a cage,” jake said, his voice low and steady. he didn't look away from you. “noah is the only one she actually belongs to. safety is just for people who are afraid to really live.”

​jake shifted closer, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck as he spoke. you could feel the heat of his breath, a sharp contrast to the cold air of the room.

​“you understand that, don't you, y/n?” his voice dropped into a dark, demanding whisper, his mouth grazing your collarbone with a needy, restless energy. “that safety is boring? that you’d throw away a thousand 'perfect' lives just to stay in the fire with me?”

​the intensity in his tone was a needle to your heart. you reached up, tracing the sharp, perfect line of his jaw.

​“i do, jake. i don’t want a comfortable life. i just want you.” you took a breath, the surrender finally bubbling over. “i love you.”

​the world seemed to stop. you felt the hitch in his chest, the way his entire body locked into place.

​you love him.

​slowly, jake dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, pressing hard enough to hurt. he leaned in, his voice a low, rough rumble. "say it again. say you'll never leave me.”

​your heart hammered. you set the popcorn bowl aside, moving with a frantic energy as you straddled his lap. you framed his face with your hands, looking at him with total, blind yearning.

​“i love you, jake. and i’d never leave you.”

​jake stared at you as if you were a prize he had finally, truly won. he didn't wait for another word. he pulled you down, crashing his mouth against yours in a kiss that was all so consuming. his hands slid down your spine, fingers digging into your hips as he dragged you flush against him, centering your clothed heat directly over his.

​you let out a muffled cry into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair as the friction of his heavy, rhythmic grinds began to blur your vision.

jake wasn't gentle. he moved with a relentless, desperate force that made the couch groan beneath you. every time he grinds upwards against yours, a new wave of electric pressure surged through you.

​the movie’s romantic score was drowned out by the sound of his rough, animalistic groans and desperate friction of yours sliding against his in a frantic, needy rhythm.

***

the fluorescent lights hummed, harsh and white, doing nothing to cut through the stale air. every time you tried to focus on the marketing strategy, your mind betrayed you, replaying the way jake’s hands felt on your skin or the quiet, domestic "fairytale" of him making you breakfast.

​“we paying you to stare?”

​you jumped, your heart hammering against your ribs. standing over your cubicle was Mr. Davison. he didn't look angry, just waiting for you to screw up in a way that felt much worse.

​“your cursor hasn't moved in five minutes,” he said, his voice dripping with professional sarcasm. he leaned over, tapping a stack of papers already sitting on your desk. “i noticed you finally submitted your leave forms for the last few days this morning. filing them after the absence is a bold move, y/n. “

​the color drained from your face. “i-i’m sorry, sir. there was an emergency.”

​“right. well, while you were ‘handling’ that, the client moved the presentation up to tomorrow morning. between that and the three days of unanswered emails sitting in your inbox.”

​“but i thought i had more time—”

​“time is a luxury we don’t have,” he snapped, his bland expression sharpening. “i need that deck finished by EOD, along with the backlogged reports from the weekend. you’re capable of pulling that together, right? or do we need to discuss your ‘emergency’ with the department head?”

​you nodded frantically, “i’ll have it done, sir.”

​for the next two hours, the world became the frantic click of your mechanical keyboard. but the pressure was a physical weight. every time you looked at your inbox, the number of unread messages seemed to grow—reminders of the life you’d ignored while you were with jake.

​by the time you stood up to stumble toward the breakroom for water and paracetamol, your vision was blurring. you didn't just need medicine; you needed a way out.

***

you leaned against the cold breakroom counter, the paracetamol feeling like chalk as you forced it down with a sip of lukewarm water. your hands were shaking so violently that the paper cup crinkled in your grip.

​you pulled out your phone. you just needed to hear his voice.

​you waited for him to answer his phone. ring.ring. ring. voicemail.

​you tried again. Then a third time. your anxiety, which had been a dull throb, spiked into a frantic, jagged rhythm.

why isn't he picking up? is he done with me? was the "princess" talk just a lie to get me into his bed?

the silence from his end felt like a physical weight, crushing the fairytale you’d spent the morning replaying. you bit your lip, staring at the blank screen of your phone, fighting the urge to let out a sob.

​you were trying so hard to be strong, to be the composed woman your office demanded, but a tear escaped.

​“get it together,” you hissed to yourself, your voice a jagged whisper.

​you quickly reached up, wiping the tear away with a rough, shaky thumb, smearing your makeup in the process.

you couldn't afford to cry. you had backlogs to finish and a boss watching your every move. you took one deep, shuddering breath and walked back out into the harsh white lights of the office.

​but the anger was already starting to replace the hurt. you had traded your peace and your pride for him for two days, yet he couldn't spare you ten seconds.

***

you dragged yourself up the stairs, your head pounding in sync with the dull ache in your chest. every muscle in your body felt heavy, drained by the eight hours plus two hours overtime you’d spent pretending you weren't unraveling.

you just wanted to crawl into bed.

screw jake, you thought.

you fumbled with your keys, finally pushing the door open into the dark entryway. you didn't even bother to turn on the light.

​"you're late."

you let out a stifled shriek when you heard ​a voice coming from your small living room.

you flicked the switch and saw jake sitting on your worn-out sofa, wearing only a black shirt that hugged his body. though you didn't want to see him right now but the sight of him did bring a traitorous flutter to your chest.

​"jake? what are you doing here?” you ask as you lock the door, your voice came out high and sharp.

​"the lock was easy,” he said, his voice a low, smooth rumble as he stood up.

jake walked going to you, his gaze dark and dangerously still. "i waited at my place. you didn't show. you didn't even answer your phone.”

​“yeah? well, I could say the same thing to you.”

​you placed your blazer on the table, your heart hammering against your ribs as you tried your best to ignore the suffocating weight of his presence.

​”i called you four times! four times, and you couldn't even text me back?"

you dropped your bag on the floor with a heavy thud, stepping into his space, your face flushed with resentment. "i spent my break crying in the breakroom because i thought something happened to you—or worse, that you were just done with me. and you were here? hiding in my house?"

​he took a slow step forward, forcing you to look up at him.

​"you think i'd just be 'done' with you?" he let out a low, humorless huff.

"i don't lose interest in things i’ve put this much effort into. i was 'here' because i wanted to see you. because i missed you.”

​jake took a step closer, “if anything, he looked insulted. "i wanted to make sure that you weren't alone and that you were alright.

now, jake was only inches away from you, “i don't answer the phone when i'm working. you should know that."

but you just didn't want to let him win, ​"i don't know anything about you except that you show up when you want and ignore me when it’s convenient!" your voice cracked.

“you don't get to treat me like a toy you can just put back on the shelf when you're bored."

you were about to turn around when jake pulled your wrist aggressively and you crashed against his chest.

​jake’s expression shifted instantly. his calm demeanor is replaced by a cold, intense gaze.

​"is that what you think this is?" he hissed, his breath hot against you.

“you think I'm bored? i spent my entire fucking day thinking you were sitting in that cubicle, letting other people look at you, instead of being with me.”

​jake didn't give you a chance to respond. he slammed you back against the kitchen table, the wood groaning behind you as he caged you in with his arms. before you could even draw a breath to scream, he crushed his mouth against yours.

you tried to fight him for a split second, your hands balled into fists against his shoulders, shoving at him to get some air. you wanted to stay mad. you wanted to prove you weren't easy to sway.

​but the moment his tongue forced its way past your lips, your knees betrayed you. your hands unclenched, your fingers tangling desperately in his hair as you pulled him closer, deeper.

​jake let out a low, animalistic groan of victory. he tore his mouth away from yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, his lips hot and demanding as he sucked a mark into your collarbone.

a shattered groan escaped your throat, followed by a weak, desperate moan that you couldn't stifle. you threw your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as the friction of his body against yours made your vision blur.

​his hand slid down, his fingers rough and impatient as they hiked up the hem of your skirt. you felt the sudden, shocking heat of his touch against your inner thigh, his fingers sliding dangerously close to the center of your ache.

​"jake—" you gasped, the sound caught between a sob and a plea. you felt his fingers ghosting over the edge of your lace, the pressure sending a jolt of electric heat through you that made your hips buck involuntarily against him.

but as his lips returned to your jaw, the memory of your boss’s sneer flashed in your mind. you realized that being with jake was the reason you still had hours of work waiting for you. the mood snapped instantly.

​"stop," you whispered, your voice trembling. "jake, stop."

​he slowed down before coming to a full stop. his lips were still resting against your skin, his breath coming in ragged, heavy lunges. you could feel his heart hammering against your chest, just as fast as your own. jake didn't pull away. he just stayed there, his body vibrating with the effort of not taking what he clearly felt was his.

​"you're still mad," he rasped, his eyes opening to look at you with a dark, terrifying intensity.

​"i’m... i’m exhausted," you whispered, your hands finally coming up to rest weakly on his chest, pushing back just enough to create an inch of space. "and we're still fighting. you don't get to fix this with just this."

jake stared at you for a long beat, his jaw tight and his eyes smoldering with that quiet, dangerous fury.

slowly, he withdrew his hand from under your skirt. he didn’t step back, though. he stayed pinned against you.

jake reached up, his thumb grazing the fresh mark on your collarbone, making you shiver.

​"you're exhausted because of a job that doesn't deserve you," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, chilling rumble.

​jake finally stepped back, the sudden rush of cool air where his body had been making you feel strangely lonely. he adjusted his shirt and stepped away from you.

​"fine," he said, his voice flat.

​he headed toward the door without looking back. ​the door clicked shut behind him, leaving you standing in the silence of your apartment. your heart was still racing, and your skin still burned where he had touched you.

your parents wanted you to attend this masquerade ball where elites such as your family are invited.

you’re an heiress to your father’s interior business that his family’s worked hard for years. when really, he only ended up having the title because his older brother died when your father was 17 and he was the only heir left.

but like any other child, he was forced to marry your mother and like where you are now, they met at a ball and ended up getting married a week later. except they didn’t meet at a masquerade ball.

anyway. that’s why you’re here. your dad wants to marry you off with park sunghoon since his father owned one of korea’s richest banks.

you’ve met sunghoon once and he was nice. but that’s it. you don’t like him like that nor want to start anything with him.

“y/n!”

you roll your eyes, pissed that you were enjoying your glass of champagne. but being the professional person you were, you turn around and greeted sunghoon.

“park sunghoon.”

“you having a pleasant evening?”

i was until you arrived.

“my glass of champagne was keeping me company.”

“maybe you need extra company tonight?”

you internally curse at your father for letting park sunghoon flirt with you. ever since you two met he’s been trying to win you over.

the music turns into a slow, sensual song. you scrunched your forehead, wondering why the heck would they let this type of song play at a formal event like this. you were just thankful that you’re wearing your mask and he wouldn’t see you.

“shall we dance?”

you gave sunghoon a fake smile that he was oblivious to notice before accepting his hand he offered to you.

sunghoon placed his right hand on your waist while his left hand holds your right hand. you revert your attention to the other attendants of the party. they were busy dancing with their partners. your father was busy chatting with sunghoon’s father, both of them were laughing, probably talking about your marriage with sunghoon. the thought made you want to vomit.

suddenly you were spun around and changed partners. your hands landed on someone else’s chest. his chest was bare and covered with only his black blazer.

“like what you see princess?”

hearing the owner of that voice erased all your worries and anger you felt just now.

“you made it,” you whisper.

even if he was wearing a mask, you still think jake sim was the most handsome man in this room. and to be fair, it’s because he is the man you love, and you’ll ever love.

“wouldn’t miss a chance to see you.”

jake slides his hands down to your waist, teasing you by subtly sliding it to your butt. you pull his hands up to your waist again, raising your eyebrows then remembering you were wearing a mask.

“you changed your hair.”

“do you like it?”

“i love it.”

jake changed his hair from blonde to black but still he looked so hot.

“was sunghoon bothering you?”

“nevermind him,” you pull jake closer to you, “you’re here.”

jake bit his lips and turned you around. your back pressing on his chest and you can feel jake’s lips hovering on your neck. his touch made you shiver that you rest your head on jake’s shoulder from behind you.

“like the music tonight?”

you roll your eyes when you realized jake was this naughty to suggest this type of music.

“admit it, it made everything better.”

“hmm…it’s too public though. wanted something more private.”

“my princess is so naughty.”

jake took this as a chance to kiss the side of your neck and you sighed, loud enough for jake to hear that you liked it.

your bliss was cut off when sunghoon saw you in the arms of another man.

fuck.

you quickly turn around and even though your mask was covering half of your face, jake can sense you were panicking.

“what’s wrong, princess?”

“sunghoon saw us.”

jake eyes at sunghoon looking at him with a glare. he smirks and looks down at you, “let’s get out of here.”

you smile too and let yourself be pulled by jake away from the crowd.

you didn’t bother asking how jake knew a way out since you trust him and he was willing to take you away from your worries. at that moment, you didn’t care if your father saw you running away, let alone running away with a someone who wasn’t your supposed fiancée.

you and jake used the emergency stairs and both of you ran as fast as you could. both of you were like naughty little kids running away from their parents. and it felt freeing that you did.

minutes later, you reached jake’s tesla and both of you drove away from the place.

you take off your mask and laughed, “did you see the look on his face?”

you continue laughing and jake could jake laugh at how happy you looked.

“glad to take you away.”

“i’d let you take me away anytime.”

you lean forward and took a good look at jake tonight. his exposed chest and his hair got you all worked up tonight.

so how did you and jake meet?

you met jake at the golf club where you and your parents go to every weekend. they always use the “spend time with your family” card on weekends since you like to hang out with your friends or go to night clubs.

your parents were busy talking to some co-business owners and the owners of the gold club. you were just using your phone and you felt something hit your ankles and it made you hiss.

“what the fuck.”

“sorry, miss.”

the owner of the voice had a gentle yet husky voice. when you looked up, you were met with the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen. his eyes were so gentle that you could stare at them all day and not get tired of them.

“are you alright, miss…”

“y/n!”

you turn around and see your parents walking over to you along with mr. and mrs. choi, beomgyu’s parents.

“ah, sim jaeyun, isn’t it?”

“yes, sir. you can call me jake,” jake shook hands with your father.

“y/n, this is jake, current ceo of sim tuxedos. as a matter of fact, your tuxedos are always the ones i grab.”

“really? thank you, sir.”

“jake, this is y/n. my daughter.”

you face jake again and he holds your hand and kisses it. the action made your heart flutter, considering it’s an action that you find too vintage and weird because why would you kiss someone’s hand on the first meeting?

but jake…he changed the way you thought about that.

“nice to meet you, y/n.”

you smile, thinking that you might be seeing jake often in the golf club after that. and you did.

you and jake would often find yourselves talking about your life. both of you were the only child. you learned that jake lost his parents at a young age and you didn’t miss the way his eyes became sad.

“i’m sorry,” you touch his hand, “it must have been hard for you.”

jake nods, “it was at first. but i didn’t want them to die without making their dream come true.”

“which is?”

“become successful. for me to meet a beautiful girl.”

your eyes grew wide and you shot your head up. jake laughed at your reaction.

“don’t you often hear that?”

you hesitantly shake, “n-no. i don’t think i do.”

“i guess i have to say it more often then.”

before you knew it, you fell in love with jake sim. he let you be yourself without thinking of responsibilities and made you feel loved without asking for anything in return.

but you didn’t tell your father yet. you had to find the perfect time to tell him without your father thinking it’s just a fling.

but when the news of your father wanting you to marry park sunghoon dropped, you wanted to argue but your dad was fast enough to tell you that this is good for your business.

you couldn’t help it so you immediately drove yourself to jake’s place and wanted to tell him to take you away in any part of the world.

on the way to jake’s penthouse, your nervously tapped your foot repeatedly on the ground. you were scared to tell him of the news and how he would react.

when the elevator doors opened, you breathed in before calling out his name, “jake.”

minutes later, jake came walking to you with him wearing his white shirt and joggers.

“y/n?”

when jake saw you crying, he immediately held your face.

“what’s wrong, princess?”

“my dad…he wants me to marry park sunghoon.”

you couldn’t help but release your tears and pushed yourself to jake’s chest. jake immediately hugged you and brushed your hair, hoping it would calm you down.

“shhh…shhh…”

“take me away.”

jake stopped his movements and pulled away from the hug, “what?”

“take me away, jake. please.”

“y/n…i…”

jake stopped, thinking of what to say.

“y/n, i love you but…i can’t.”

“w-what?”

“i can’t, y/n.”

“b-but…you said you love me.”

“i do but…we can’t be together together.”

you were shocked, speechless, confused, pissed?

you snort, “what?” you shake your head, “what the fuck are you saying?!”

jake tried to calm you down by holding your shoulders, “princess, calm down.”

“don’t sweet talk me right now! why can’t we be together?!”

jake was speechless, he didn’t know what to say.

“y/n…i’m sorry. i can’t…”

just like that…your hopes and dreams were crushed by the man you thought would save you from hell.

“you know what…fuck you jake.”

you pushed jake but ended up stumbling backwards and hit the vase behind you. the vase broke and shards of glass got into your leg.

“fuck!”

you looked down and saw your leg was bleeding.

“y/n!”

jake walked closer to you but he stopped. he lost balanced and fell to the ground and he was flinching.

even though you were angry, you were worried of jake’s state so you stood up and walked closer to him.

“jake?”

“y/n, no!”

you flinched when he raised his voice at you but he wasn’t facing you.

“j-jake. you’re scaring me.”

jake was covering his face, specifically his nose and mouth. when you got a better look at him, you were surprised to see his eyes turn red.

“what the…”

jake immediately stood up and went to his refrigerator where he immediately drank from his water jug with red…wait.

is that…blood?

the metallic sort of smell from the liquid spilling from jake’s mouth filled your nose as he gulps it in. the liquid was dripping from the side of his mouth as he finishes the whole jug. once he was done, you can see how his teeth suddenly became sharp.

oh my god.

“j-jake…”

when jake heard your voice, only did he notice what he has done. your reaction filled with fear was written all over your face.

“y/n—”

“no!” you scream, telling jake to stop his tracks.

“you—you’re…”

you couldn’t continue what you wanted to say, still hurt and shocked of what you’ve seen just now.

without a thought, you ran and fled.

that night you came home with your leg still bleeding, forgetting that it ever did. the only reason you could tell your mother was that you fell.

jake didn’t come to the golf club after that. he stopped texting and calling you.

you thought that it was for the best but...you love him. and you want all of him.

you immediately rushed to jake’s penthouse and without a doubt, kissed him the moment you saw him.

“y/n?”

“i don’t care who or what you are. i love you and i want all of you.”

jake didn’t give it another thought to pull you again to a kiss and both of you ended up giving yourselves to each other that night.

remembering what happened to the both of you instantly made you quiet throughout the whole ride until you got to his place. jake noticed your change of demeanor and immediately held your cheek.

“what’s on your mind, princess?”

“nothing, just…what would i do without you?”

you leaned into jake’s touch and he kisses your forehead before both of you get out of the car.

when you got out, only did you notice that you’re in an unfamiliar place. you were in a more remote place where it’s only a wooden house by a hill.

“where are we?”

jake smiles before holding your hand, “come on. i’ll show you.”

both of you ended up taking a long walk before you got to the house.

when you opened it, the interior looked cozy like it was one of those houses from “little women” but with a twist.

“it’s my parents’ house. i just had it remodeled a little.”

you took a look around. you can see now it did have a vintage vibe in it.

“do you come here often?”

“sometimes. when i want to take my mind off of things.”

“and…how many women have you brought here before?”

jake snickers, hugging you from behind, “you’re the only one i brought home here.”

you roll your eyes, “so there were others before me? what did you do? bring them home to their parents and to have tea like how men do in the olden times?”

“first, i was never serious with them. second, did you just call me old?”

“well you’re four centuries older than me.”

jake tickled you from behind and you ran away but jake was too fast that he caught you, trapped you in the wall.

“think you can run away from me?”

you answered back by pulling jake down and giving him a passionate kiss. jake kissed you back and pressed you closer to him by holding your back. his touch made you open your mouth, almost taking jake’s lips inside. you grin when you felt something poking you from down there.

jake pulls away for a second, “i have to fuck you.”

“fuck me hard then.”

jake pushed you inside a room and you hit your back on the bed.

you watched as jake undressed himself above you. the sight was mouth-watering that you immediately sat up and took jake’s dick in your mouth.

“fuck just like that!”

you watch jake throw his head back and felt proud of yourself. you bobbed your head up and down as you continue sucking jake’s cock. the squelching sound was turning you on too that you continued what you were doing.

“you taste good.”

your words and tone just made jake turned on for you more. you were surprised when he held your head and bobbed it up and down the base of his dick. you were letting out choked moans and you had to hold on jake’s hips to hold yourself.

“you’re making me cum, fuck!”

after two minutes of sucking, jake came on your mouth and you licked every bit of him. you stood up and wrapped your arms around jake’s neck as he held your waist.

“i want one too,” you say, putting your lips, “please.”

“of course.”

jake started unzipping your dress and let the garment fall down your body, until it reached the floor. you were almost bare, only leaving you with your panties.

“get on the bed for me,” jake says with his husky voice.

you immediately sat on the bed, waiting for jake to come over you. and when he did, he laid you down and he went down on you, taking off your panties.

you moan when jake started sucking your clit and the feeling made you arch your back. jake was eating you and not just your clit but you felt like jake was sucking your soul into him.

“a-AAAAH!”

“cum for me.”

jake lifted your ass cheeks to lift your lower body as he continues to eat you out. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you feel your legs shaking and toes clenching. you were thankful that the house was secluded, or else people would have heard your screams. you held the sides of your

after jake sucked every bit of juice in you, you kept panting and you can feel sweat dripping down your neck as jake sucked every bit of your essence from your clit to your inner thighs.

jake sets down your legs and immediately help the back of your neck to pull you in an intense kiss. he pushes his tongue inside your mouth and you opened it.

“i love it when you’re eager,” jake says before kissing you again with a growl.

“you make me eager.”

jake wasted no time in putting his cock inside you and it immediately made you roll your eyes at the back of your head.

“look at you,” jake smirks while looking down at you, “such a mess for me already.”

jake rocks his hips forward and you let out another scream. his movements were harder than usual. and in most cases, it’s you taking the lead but this…it made you turn on so much. he kept thrusting in and out that you were craving more and more.

the moment you felt your hole squeezing jake’s cock, he lets out a grunt followed by a moan.

“jake…m-fuck! you’re so fucking good!”

you and jake screaming curses and each other’s names for god knows how long. your head was spinning thanks to jake’s powerful and strong thrusts but it was also sending you to heaven that you didn’t want it to end.

“jake…i’m gonna cum.”

“hold on a little longer.”

if jake was gonna be honest, he wanted to cum right there and now but he wanted to make this moment last forever that he wanted more time inside of you.

you held jake’s shoulder, calling his attention, “come here.”

jake leans down and gives you a very hard kiss. you inhaled sharply as he gave you more thrusts as he locks his lips on yours. when you gasped, jake opened his mouth and entered his tongue on yours.

“i can’t take it anymore…”

jake nods his head, “cum for me.”

jake thrusted more and you felt a lot of cum dripping down your legs. both of you were a mess and continued panting until the two of you came.

you look down at your legs and moan at the sight.

“shit.”

jake laid his body down at your chest, you can hear and feel him panting heavily. you rubbed the back of his head and kissed his temples.

you and jake got under the sheets and clinged to each other the whole night. it’s been a while since you last saw jake that you wanted to cherish this moment.

“have i told you that you look beautiful tonight?”

you blush and hide your face at jake’s chest.

“how can you manage to act so cute when you literally just railed me?”

jake caught your cheek and pulled you close to kiss your forehead then your lips. when you pulled away, you gave him a smile before lying down on his chest again.

“so…this is your room.”

“actually…it’s my parents’.”

your eyes grew wide then you pulled yourself up.

“WHAT?”

jake was surprised at your reaction that he ended up laughing.

“wait, you’re joking right?”

jake sits up, “my room is at the other end of the hall.”

you slapped jake’s chest and he yelped, “ow!”

“why didn’t you tell me before we started fucking?”

“and break that sexual tension we had?”

“we fucked in your parents’ room!”

jake couldn’t say anything and laughed instead.

“oh god they’re gonna think i’m some girl who likes to have sex anywhere.”

“i swear to you, my parents aren’t like that. they’d love you. and besides,” jake holds your face, “i didn’t think it was just fucking. not when it’s with the woman i love.”

you felt like tearing up and when you did, jake used his thumbs to wipe your tears away.

“i love you so much,” you whisper.

jake pressed his lips on yours.

“can i take you away?”

your heart started busting a move. after that incident with jake, you didn’t think about bringing it up with him again. but you’ve always wanted to escape your shitty home and spend the rest of your life with jake.

“you mean it?”

“of course, i mean it.”

jake gives you a longer but slow kiss, sealing the promise he made to you just now.

“would you…bite me then?”

jake should be worried that you suddenly asked this butt he knew the way you were looking at him right now that you have made up your mind. you were ready to be like him. you were ready to spend a lifetime with him.

wasting no time, jake moved your hair and with your neck exposed, he gave it a quick kiss before piercing his fangs onto your skin.

you flinched, not doubting that the feeling is painful but jake held your body close to his and lets you clutch to him.

after a few minutes, jake was done sucking your blood and he licked your wounded area.

“give it a few minutes.”

you literally felt that blood was sucked out of you and it made you dizzy. you were still hugging jake so he gently placed both of you down, not letting you go.

“i’m…my head…”

jake gently brushed the back of his fingers on your face, “i know, princess. just rest. tomorrow, you won’t need to worry about loosing me.”

when it comes to anything about numbers, your boyfriend is the first one you call.

you see, you met him at a math class you had to take for your program since it was general course. and yes, you fell for him at first sight because he looked so cute with his glasses and his smile was so cute. but what got you hooked was how smart he is and how he really loves math and physics.

you became closer and you tried hard to hide your crush towards him. from coffee hang outs and studies in the library, your feelings for him grew and grew by how the way he helped you in class and treated you like you were someone important to him.

tou always thought you'd be the first to confess when o e time you were studying at the library, jake asked you to solve a math problem and you didn’t know why but he said to see if you learned anything.

you were surprised by the answer: i <3 u

what a nerdy and corny way to confess but you have to admit that you couldn’t control your shyness and giddyness after that.

four months later you’re in your boyfriend’s apartment studying for finals because you needed help. but really you just miss him. and he knows that but he doesn’t mind because he misses you too.

“baby,” jake gets your attention, “focus.”

how could you focus when your boyfriend just called you baby and when he loosened the buttons of his shirt, and is wearing his chain necklace inside? not to mention, he kept biting his lips when he was so focused in studying.

“how can i when my boyfriend looks so hot?”

jake immediately felt shy at your remark but masked his feelings by acting serious, “y/n, sseriously. don’t distract me.”

“alright.” you say with a sing-song tone.

you tried to focus but seeing your boyfriend casually bite his lips just kept distracting you and the thought of him letting you suck his fingers then sucking him off and ride him until all he can remember in your exams is your name and how good you made him feel.

your thoughts broke when you felt jake touch your bottom lip.

“keep biting your lip like that it’ll bleed.”

great. your pussy is aching more than it already is.

jake was teasing you. you know that he knows what you’re thinking. to be fair, you’ve been longing for each other since the last time you did it after both of you got wasted in your dorm and end up doing it on your couch.

he kept brushing his thumb at your lip and you can see the transformation of his gaze to a lustful one. your attention drifts from his thumb to his lip that he was now biting.

you couldn’t help it. you held jake’s wrist to which he was surprised but what made him more surprised was when you sucked his thumb that made his dick hard.

“y-y/n, what are you doing?”

“thought you were smart, jakey?” you continue sucking his fingers, this time his middle and index fingers.

“i want you.” you mewl and take his two fingers like it’s his dick.

“we have to focus—u-uh!” jake lets out a moan and you lean forward, gripping his the unbuttoned part of his shirt. but he secretly likes how you’re trying to rile him up.

“i can only focus on you.” you say, almost begging jake to give into you.

jake grunts, “come here, baby.”

you immediately sat yourself on his lap and didn’t wait before you grinded yourself on his thigh.

“fuck.”

you grip at the chair jake was sitting on and continue pushing your hips forward, moaning at the friction you feel between your clothed legs.

“you look so hot today. c-couldn’t focus.”

both of you pant, enjoying the feeling of rubbing yourselves against each other. you grab jake by his nape and leaned down to kiss him feverishly. you continue rocking your hips forward and it made jake gasp, giving you the chance to push your tongue inside his mouth.

with your intense make out, jake’s glasses were hitting your face. you held jake’s wrist when he was about to take them off.

“leave them on. you look so good wearing them.”

jake nods his head before pulling your face down and pressing his lips on yours. you can feel your panties getting soaked by your cum, especially with jake’s dick poking your clothed pussy.

“can i?”

you fidget the zipper of jake’s pants and he nods his head like a kid excited to receive candy.

you got off from his lap and unzipped his pants. by the time you reached his boxers, you grabbed his dick and rubbed it. jake  was letting out cute whimpers that made you smile and it was a signal to take him in your mouth.

“god!” jake threw his head back. you continued bobbing your head up and down, taking your boyfriend’s whole dick in your mouth.

jake was sweating, his glasses were starting to fog up and he couldn’t see you from below. but he didn’t take them off, knowing how much you like seeing him with his glasses.

“s-so good!”

you were choking but hearing jake praise you like that just turned you on more and you kept working hard to make him cum.

“i’m gonna cum!”

jake was pulling your hair hard but you didn’t mind. as long as you were pleasing him.

minutes later, you can taste that white warm, liquid on your mouth. both you and jake were panting. your knees were feeling numb but you tried your best to stand up before sitting down on jake’s lap.

“you did well for me.” jake held your face and wiped his essence with his thumb. he kissed you and grunted when he tasted himself on your lips.

both of you were basically eating each other’s faces while jake inserts his fingers inside your panties.

you whimper and this time it was jake putting his tongue in your mouth. he circles his finger on your clit fast and got you into a moaning mess.

“how does it feel?” jake asks, grunting at the sight of you taking his fingers.

“f-feels good.”

you hid your face on jake’s neck as you continued panting. jake felt chills when he felt your lips on his neck. he moaned with you when you started sucking his neck and plant kisses on it.

“want you inside me...”

jake didn’t hesitate to lift your skirt up and take off your panties. both of you moaned when you sunk down his dick. you threw your head back and jake holds your nape, making you look down at him.

when your gaze landed on jake, you held his face and massaged it as you took a good look at him with his glasses again. the chain necklace he was wearing inside changed how cute he looked to how hot he is wearing that necklace.

“move please.” jake whispers, almost begging.

you smiled at your cute boyfriend and you listened to his request. you slowly bounced up and down, panting at how your walls were squeezing jake’s dick.

jake was holding your waist, aroused at how wet both of you were. later on, he was the one controlling your movements and it made you scream while throwing your head back.

“a-AH!”

“y-you feel so good. w-wanna cum...”

“let’s cum together, jakey?”

jake nods his head vigorously and pushes you down faster until both of you were a panting mess, not caring if your neighbours thought that two students should be studying instead of having sex during their finals.

“i’m so close—fuck!”

your movements slowed down when both of you and jake came. you were holding on his shoulders for your life while jake was holding the small of your back.

“that was...so much better than.... studying,” you say in between breaths.

“i can’t believe i’m saying this but...i think so too.”

both of you end up giggling before you caught jake’s lips again. you deepened the kiss by holding jake’s face with both hands and pull him closer to you.

“y/n, y/n, wait.” jake says in between and you pout.

“we have finals.” jake says as he brushes his hands in your arms, something you find endearing when he does it.

“i know but...”

“how about,” jake holds your cheek with his right hand, “we study for an hour. then...i’m all yours.”

a smile appears on your face, “really?”

“i would be lying if i said i didn’t miss feeling you.”

“hearing that makes me wanna rail you again.”

“uh-uh-uh!” jake raises his finger, “study for an hour.”

you groan and throw your head back, “fine.”

you got off on top of jake and immediately wore your panties, “come on! let’s do some studying.”