#jake headcanons

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The window across the street is always open. Always.

Sunghoon knows he shouldn’t look. He really fucking shouldn’t. But every night when he turns off the lights in his room, he finds himself standing by the window again, cock already half-hard in his hand before he even realizes what he’s doing.

There you are.

He knows it’s wrong. He knows how much of a fucking pervert he’s become. He just genuinely can’t help it anymore.

It started innocently enough. He noticed the pretty girl who moved in directly across from his apartment. Her window is almost always open, curtains rarely drawn. And every single night, like clockwork, he finds himself in the dark of his bedroom, hand wrapped around his cock, eyes locked on her.

Tonight is no different.

This time you’re walking around in just an oversized t-shirt, the hem barely covering your ass. No bra. You bend over to pick something up and the shirt rides up, flashing that pretty little pussy. Sunghoon’s breath catches. His hand immediately wraps around his thick cock, stroking slowly as he watches.

“Fuck… look at you,” he whispers to himself, eyes glued to your window.

He spits in his hand and starts pumping faster, thumb rubbing over the leaking red tip. His mind is running wild; imagining pushing you against that window, fucking you from behind while the whole city could potentially see. Imagining how tight and warm you’d feel.

How you’d moan his name if you knew he was watching right now.

His mind is spiralling. He imagines sneaking into your apartment, pressing you against that open window, and fucking you raw while the city lights glow in front of you. Making you moan so loud that everyone would hear what a slut you are for him. Filling your tight little cunt with load after load until you can’t take more.

His breath hitches when you sit on the edge of your bed, legs slightly spread while you scroll on your phone. The way your panties hug your pussy lips makes his mouth water. He starts jerking faster, hips thrusting into his fist, imagining what it would feel like to rip those panties to the side and bury his face between your thighs.

Sunghoon’s strokes become frantic. His breathing is ragged. He’s so close.

You stand up again and peel your shirt off completely, tossing it aside. Your cute bare tits bounce lightly as you move. He breaks.

“Oh my god, yes…” he moans, eyes rolling back as thick ropes of cum shoot all over his hand, his stomach, and the windowsill. He pushes through and keeps stroking through it, milking every last drop while staring at your half-naked body, savouring the image of you till it burns into his brain.

Even after he cums, his cock twitches again when you casually hook your thumbs into your panties and start sliding them down.

He’s completely fucking addicted.

And he knows one day he won’t be able to stop at just watching.

Every night he tells himself “just one more time,” but ends up painting his hand and the window frame white while thinking about ruining the nameless pretty girl who never closes her curtains (>.<)

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• took me one look at those lips to know jake is obsessed with messy oral. he eats pussy like he’s eating the ripest fruit; slow, sloppy, and hungry. ik for a fact he locks eyes with you and sucks your clit because he looooves eye contact it’s literally his love language, and he licks up every drop while moaning about how sweet you taste <3

• breeding kink goes crazy with this one. he loves folding you in half, burying himself deep and whispering filthy promises about filling you up until you’re dripping. “wanna creampie your pussy so bad, baby… gonna stuff you so full.”

• he loves being marked up. scratches on his back, bite marks on his shoulders, hickeys on his neck. he loves marking you too but it turns him on so much getting a little bruised up cos of the switch in him <3

• switches between soft and feral so easily. one minute he’s staring at you with puppy eyes calling you “my pretty girl” and kissing you sweetly - the next he’s pinning you down HARD and fucking you like he’s been starved for you.

• huge mirror sex enjoyer. makes you watch yourself take his cock, one hand squeezing your face and the other rubbing your clit. “don’t stop looking. i want you to watch how i’m fucking you and remember it”

• loves to purposefully put you in situations where he can praise you hard. will pull you onto his lap and make you grind on his thigh until you cum, praising you the whole time. “thaaaaat’s it. look at you, my sweet girl. you’re doing so good princess keep going”. praise kink goes super hard for him both ways he just loves both of you being vocal tbh

• he has insane stamina and really high sex drive (we know this already). one round is never enough. he’ll fuck you, push his cum deep inside you with his fingers, then fuck you again until you’re crying and overstimulated. “shhhh i know baby i know, he coos while covering your mouth “but you can take a bit more”

— berry 🍓

SIM JAKE:

Its late at night, and enhypen have just finished their last show in Australia before going back to Korea. You and Jake are sitting outside on the patio of his house with Layla, enjoying the peace and quiet.

You figured it's now or never.

"Riki taught me how to say something in Japanese today." you say as you look up at the moon.

Jake's sitting beside you, all his attention on Layla. But, still listening to you. "Hm? What did he teach you?"

You pause for a second, taking a moment to look at the cuteness that is him and Layla.

It takes him a moment to realise youve gone silent,

He looks up at you, waiting for you to answer.

"tsuki ga kirei desu ne.." you tell him, now not so confident in your decision. What if he hadn't seen the trend? What if it flew right over his head?

Jake looks up at the moon, understanding almost immediately.

"You know what that means, right?" He asks as if to test if this is an accident or not.

"Do you?" You smile at him, the nerves leaving as you stare into his eyes.

"The moons beautiful Jake." You reiterate.

Jake smiles at you, his smile glowing like the very moon that hangs in the sky. "I think someone agrees.."

Before looking down at Layla "don't you Layla" Jake says in a cute voice, scuffing her ears.

Sex!addict!Jake who lies to himself that it’s just a phase, just hormones, just temporary. But every time he sees you smile shyly at someone else, a new dark, possessive spike of jealousy surges through him, and suddenly he’s fantasizing about cornering you later.

Sex!addict!Jake who humps his mattress at 2 a.m. after failed prayers, biting the pillow so no one hears him groan your name.

Sex!addict!Jake who secretly gets off on your inferiority complex. hopping he can gets you on your knees in the church study room and make you swallow load after load until you finally believe you're the only one that make him like this.

Sex!addict!Jake who tries to “reset” by doubling his prayer time, kneeling longer, running longer, just anything to exhaust the body so his mind quiets. But the more he denies it, the more vivid the fantasies get.

Sex!addict!Jake who excuses himself from his friends mid-sentence, ducks into the nearest empty bathroom stall, locks the door with shaking hands, and yanks his pants down before he can think—stroking himself furiously to the fresh image of you bending over burned into his brain.

Sex!addict!Jake who tucks a stray hair behind your ear during debate prep, fingers lingering just a second too long, voice gentle as he murmurs “you’ve got this,” looking at you like you hung the stars, while his pulse hammers with thoughts of tugging that same hair later.

Sex!addict!Jake who starts “training” you in private : every time you bite your nails, slipping two fingers between your lips, holding them still while you drool around them. “My good girl. See? No more bad habits when you’re busy with somthing else.”until you forget why you ever bit your nails.

Sex!addict!Jake who, after you’ve swallowed every drop he pumps down your throat, pulls out slick and glistening, wipes the mess across your swollen lips, then kisses your forehead softly. “See? All better now. Next time you feel the urge… you come find me. I’ll stuff you full again until the habit’s gone for good.”

Sex!addict!Jake who blushes bright red and stammers when you compliment his violin playing, ducking his head with that shy puppy smile, because your praise hits him harder than any fantasy. And hates how badly he wants both your gentle words and your desperate moans.

Sex!addict!Jake who finally admits this isn’t a phase. It’s him now, and you’re the only thing feeding the fire.

Sex!addict!Jake who offers you his jacket when you shiver in the church basement, draping it over your shoulders with careful hands and a soft “can’t have you cold,” smelling like clean laundry and him, while he silently prays you never notice how hard he gets just from the proximity.

Sex!addict!Jake who borrow your favorite lip balm from another girl, and “casually” buys the same one for himself, claiming it’s for dry lips, just so he can imagine tasting it on you when he finally gets the courage to close the distance.

there was one thing about jake that always drew you to him more than anyone else, and that was his undying obsession for you.

it was clear the boy was head over heels; his hands were always on you no matter the situation. eating at a fancy dinner with his bosses family? his hand was stuck to your thigh all night. facetiming his parents? his head laid on your stomach while keeping casual conversation with his mom about his life.

there was never a time where jake made you question his love for you, simply because he made it seem like he had to have a hand on you or he would pass out.

you were half asleep on the couch waiting for jake to come back home from his last minute meeting that was running late. he made sure to call you to let you know-- he always did, to be fair. he really made sure to tell you not to wait up for him, but you couldn’t help it.

you heard the doorknob twisting after what felt like years, making you remove the blanket you were bundled up in while jake piled inside.

“babe, is that you?” he looked almost dazed from his place at the door. to him, you were like his personal angel on earth-- were you glowing? must’ve been his brain fog…

“who else would it be jakey?” he rubbed his face in his hand and groaned, dropping his work bag onto the ground before beelining towards you on the couch. you yelped out in surprise as he practically tackled you, his entire weight laying you down on the couch. he inhaled deeply into your neck, and you felt his entire body relax against yours.

“i told you not to wait up…” he mumbled into your shoulder as his hands traveled up your waist. you gently scratched his head, making him hum in satisfaction.

“couldn’t help it. you know i always get worried when you have late meetings.” he hummed again, this time in agreement.

“how lucky am i, huh?” he lifted his head up from your neck to kiss you sweetly, before pulling back to travel lower down your body.

“i found a beautiful girl willing to wait for me all night…” he kissed all the way down to your stomach, which was slightly exposed due to the shifting between you two.

“all of this…” he placed light kisses against the skin of your tummy, running his hands up and down your waist. “…all of this is mine, right?”

you squirmed in impatience against him as he inched closer to where you needed him most. you ran your fingers in his hair again, making him groan-- all of it was so overstimulating, but soothing at the same time.

“these thighs? who’s are these, baby?” he whispered over your clothed heat, purposefully teasing you as he ran his hands along your plushy thighs. “yours, jake,” you breathed out.

he moved down to press light kisses to your thighs now, occasionally biting the insides every so often. “god, i’m obsessed with you, you know that?” you giggled at his sudden confession.

“i’m serious, y/nie. all of this-- all of you? missed this all day. miss this all the time.” his lips traveled back up to your stomach, now pulling your tank top up to just underneath your breasts.

“my gorgeous girl and her gorgeous body, all mine to have. how can i not be obsessed with you?” he murmured against you. “staying up so i can kiss you all over like this… you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“i missed you just as much, cute boy,” you said quietly, moving a strand of hair that fell in his face while he looked up at you from your tummy. “yeah? you think so?”

he moved back up to meet your eyes, your lips almost touching as his hands squeezed your thighs once again. they were starting to get sore since he couldn’t help but leave love bites all over them.

“i’ve been thinking about coming home and stuffing my face into these pretty parts since i left.”

something in his eyes changed as he brought his hands back up to your waist, squeezing them as you tugged his collar to pull him into a lazy, but passionate kiss.

it’s safe to say his obsession for you showed that night, all over your thighs and stomach, and very much into the next morning.