#jake thoughts

synopsis : jake is no longer the sweetheart you remember; he’s a man driven by possessiveness and a need to prove that, no matter who you've been with, you still belong to him. he’s going to take you with a ruthlessness that leaves you breathless, reminding you that some fires never actually go out—they just wait for the right moment to burn everything down.

warnings : explicit sexual content: graphic, unfiltered adult scenes. rough sex: hard thrusting, hair-pulling, slapping, and aggressive positioning. unprotected sex: raw, internal ejaculation. power exchange: high-tension, forceful dominance. marking: biting, bruising, and heavy hickeys. breathplay: hand on throat for control. praise/degradation: dirty talk, “good girl”, and raw, possessive language. overstimulation: edging and intense sensory overload. profanity: heavy use of strong language.

ⳇ pairing ╸ ex!bf!jake x fem!reader

The rain was a relentless sheet of grey outside the windows, but inside the apartment, the air was thick enough to choke on. You stood inches away from Jake, the silence between you vibrating with everything you hadn't said since the breakup.

"You're still wearing that perfume," he remarked, his voice a low, dangerous hum. He didn't move toward you, but his gaze was like a physical touch, tracing the line of your throat, the curve of your chest, and the way your breath was hitching. "The one I told you I loved. You’re trying to provoke me, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jake," you lied, your voice trembling.

He moved then—a blur of sudden, violent motion. He didn't just step toward you; he lunged, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head against the wall with a resounding thud. The impact made you gasp, your chest heaving against his. "Stop lying," he hissed, his face inches from yours. His eyes were dark, blown out with a hunger that looked almost predatory. "I can see it. I can see how much you want this. You've been thinking about it every single night, haven't you? Dreaming about how it felt when I had you pinned down like this." He didn't give you time to answer. He crashed his lips onto yours, and it wasn't a kiss—it was a war. It was an aggressive, desperate reclamation, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, tasting you with a ferocity that left you dizzy. He groaned into your mouth, a sound of pure, raw frustration. "God, you're so fucking stubborn," he growled, breaking the kiss only to bury his face in your neck. He didn't just kiss your skin; he bit you, hard, leaving a deep, bruising mark right on the sensitive cord of your neck. You let out a sharp cry, your back arching instinctively. "Does that hurt, baby?" he whispered, his voice dripping with a dark satisfaction. "Good. I want you to remember exactly who did this to you." He shifted his hand, releasing one of your wrists only to slide his palm down your body. He didn't bother with finesse. He gripped the hem of your dress and yanked it up, bunching the fabric around your waist. He didn't even stop to take off your underwear; he simply hooked his fingers into the lace and ripped them aside with a sharp snap. The moment his fingers hit your center, he found you soaking, your body betraying you completely. He let out a guttural laugh, his fingers diving deep and fast, working you with a ruthless rhythm. "Look at you," he sneered, though his eyes were burning with lust. "So wet for your ex. You're a fucking mess for me, aren't you?" He began to edge you, his thumb grinding against your clit with a pressure that was almost painful, pushing you right to the precipice of a climax. Just as you started to shake, just as you begged him to finish it, he pulled his hand away entirely. "Not yet," he commanded. He stepped back just enough to strip his clothes off in a flurry of impatient movements. His body was lean, hard, and trembling with a need that had been building for months. He didn't lead you to the bed; he grabbed your waist and flipped you around, slamming your chest down onto the cold surface of the dining table. You let out a muffled scream as he gripped your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat. He leaned down, his hand wrapping firmly around your neck—not enough to stop your breath, but enough to let you know he had total control. "You're mine," he groaned, his voice a rasp. "I don't care if we're over. I don't care if we hate each other. You are mine." He entered you in one devastating, unprotected thrust. The force of it knocked the air out of your lungs, a sharp, electric shock of pleasure and pain that made your vision blur. He didn't give you time to adjust. He began to fuck you with a primitive, punishing intensity, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic, wet sound that echoed through the silent room. "Say it," he commanded, his grip tightening on your hair. "Tell me you're my good girl. Tell me you want this."

"I... I'm your good girl!" you sobbed, the words tumbling out of you in a rush of desperation. "Please, Jake... please, don't stop!" The praise fueled him. He accelerated, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, hitting your sweet spot with a precision that had you screaming into the table. He was overstimulating you, driving you into a state of pure sensory overload. Every time you tried to peak, he shifted his angle, edging you, keeping you in a state of agonizing tension. "I'm going to fill you up so much you'll taste me for a week," he whispered, his voice sounding completely wrecked. As he hit his limit, Jake let out a low, guttural roar. He lunged forward, pinning you flat against the table as he came with a violent, shaking intensity, filling you deep and raw. He didn't pull away; he stayed there, his chest heaving, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, trembling from the sheer force of the release. For a long time, the only sound was the rain and your shared, jagged breathing. Eventually, he pulled back, kissing the bruise on your neck one last time. "Bad idea, right?" he whispered, a small, smug smirk returning to his lips. "I can't wait to do it again."

ABOUT YOU sim jake

pairing: bsf!jake x fem!reader

summary: On her high school graduation trip, y/n discovers that her longtime crush and best friend, Jake, has been in love with her all along.

content: fluff, kisses, lowkey cheesy (i love that okay 😔)

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Summer had finally arrived. The air grew warmer with each passing day, and singing birds once again filled the mornings. It was something you noticed every year, the way your mood instantly lifted as the temperature rose and nature slowly burst back into color.

It was your final year of high school and it felt strange knowing that everything was coming to an end, and that the people you had spent years seeing every day would soon no longer be part of your daily life.

But what hurt the most was the thought of not seeing Jake as often anymore. He had been your best friend since the very beginning of high school. No matter what happened, he always knew how to make you feel valued, appreciated, and cared for. That was just one of the many things that made him so special to you.

As the end of the school year drew closer, so did the graduation trip your class had planned together with the teachers.

Both you and Jake were beyond excited. It had been far too long since you’d last seen the beach, and the thought of spending several days by the ocean felt like a dream.

After all, what could be better than a free trip to one of your favorite places in the world?

You already knew it was going to be an unforgettable experience, and you were determined to make the most of every moment.

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The hotel room was much nicer than you had expected. The bed was soft and comfortable, warm yellow light spilled from the bedside lamps, and the beach stretched out just beyond your window.

You were sharing the room with Chaewon, but the two of you had already agreed that she would switch rooms with Jake at night. After all, Jake was staying with her boyfriend, Heeseung, and they naturally wanted some time together.

You didn’t mind.

For one, Jake was your best friend.

And for another, you had been hopelessly in love with him for the past three years.

Chaewon had told you countless times that you should just confess. According to her, you were beautiful enough that he’d never reject you, and she insisted she could “tell” that he liked you too.

But you never listened.

There were several reasons for that.

The first was obvious, you were terrified.

Jake was your best friend. The thought of risking your friendship for feelings that might not even be returned was enough to keep your mouth shut every time you thought about confessing.

The second reason was much harder to admit.

You genuinely believed he was out of your league.

Jake had always been popular. He was outgoing, confident, and effortlessly attractive. People naturally gravitated toward him wherever he went.

You, on the other hand, seemed to find something new to dislike about yourself every day.

Sometimes it was the slight crook in your nose.

Sometimes it was your stomach.

Other times it was your arms.

And on particularly bad days, it was everything at once.

Jake was the kind of person everyone liked. Most of the school’s most memorable parties had been hosted by him, and somehow even his ridiculously cringeworthy lip-sync videos on TikTok always ended up going viral.

He seemed to shine without even trying.

So no matter how often your friends encouraged you to confess, you had already made up your mind.

You weren’t going to tell Jake about your feelings.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

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The evening passed by pleasantly.

Your entire class gathered for dinner, sharing stories, playing games, and reminiscing about the years you’d spent together. Laughter echoed throughout the room, and for a moment, it was easy to forget that graduation was only a few weeks away.

Time slipped through your fingers faster than expected, and before you knew it, the clock struck eleven.

“Alright, everyone,” your teacher called out. “Time to head back to your rooms.”

You glanced over at Chaewon and spotted Heeseung pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before leaning down to whisper something in her ear. The smile that spread across her face made it obvious she was already looking forward to their room swap.

Your gaze drifted elsewhere.

To Jake.

He was sitting beside you, his head resting lazily against one hand.

And suddenly, your heart skipped a beat.

Jake was looking at you.

Not just glancing.

Looking.

His expression was soft, almost dreamy, the kind of look you had imagined countless times in the little fantasies that played in your head before you fell asleep.

For a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

He looked so beautiful.

Jake had the warmest eyes you’d ever seen.

Eyes that somehow always seemed full of affection, even when he wasn’t saying anything at all. You often wondered how anyone could avoid falling for him when he looked at them like that.

“You keep staring at me, Jake.”

A grin tugged at your lips as he immediately blinked and straightened up.

“What? No, I’m not.”

His denial came far too quickly.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked everywhere except at you, which only made your smile widen.

“Sure.”

You shook your head, amused by his reaction, before standing from your seat.

“Goodnight, Jake.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned and headed toward your room, completely unaware of the way his eyes followed you the entire way.

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You and Chaewon waited until the hotel had fallen completely silent.

The lights in the neighboring rooms had gone out one by one, and the distant chatter that had filled the hallways earlier had long since disappeared. By now, everyone was probably asleep.

Carefully, Chaewon pushed her blanket aside and slipped out of bed.

Luckily, all the rooms shared the same balcony, making it surprisingly easy to move between them without being seen.

She quietly opened the window before turning back to you with a grin.

“Have fun with Jake. I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

Her eyebrows wiggled teasingly before she climbed outside.

You let out a quiet laugh and shook your head.

The curtain remained pulled back after she left, allowing pale moonlight to spill into the room.

You found yourself staring at the bright rectangle of light on the floor as your eyelids gradually grew heavier.

But suddenly a shadow blocked the moonlight.

You blinked.

Jake was standing outside your window.

“Damn, there you are!” you whisper-shouted as you hurried over. “What took you so long? I was starting to think the three of you were all going to sleep in the same room.”

Jake nearly slipped while climbing through the window.

“Whoa. Your mind went somewhere completely different with that one.”

“I didn’t mean it like that! Shut up.”

He laughed as he finally managed to pull himself inside and you quickly closed the window behind him.

“That was a whole workout,” he complained. “Why are these windows so ridiculously high up?”

But you barely heard him.

Your attention had drifted elsewhere.

Jake was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and an oversized red Spider-Man shirt. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers.

Your eyes lingered for half a second too long.

“And you’re telling me I’m the one staring?”

Heat rushed to your face as you immediately looked away.

“Shut up.”

His laughter filled the room.

The two of you spent the next several minutes sitting on the king-size bed, talking about graduation, your classmates, and how strange it felt that this chapter of your lives was slowly ending.

You talked about who you wanted to stay in touch with, who would probably disappear after graduation, and all the memories you’d made together over the years.

Then Jake suddenly sat up straighter.

“We should sneak out.”

You stared at him.

“What?”

“We should sneak out,” he repeated. “Think about it. This is the last school trip we’ll ever go on together. Nobody’s going to notice if we’re careful.”

His eyes lit up with excitement as he reached forward and grabbed your wrists.

“Please, y/n. We’ve never done anything rebellious at school.”

You almost burst out laughing.

“Jake, we’ve skipped classes more times than I can count. And don’t even get me started on all those parties we went to before showing up to school hungover the next morning.”

He paused.

“Okay, fair point.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“But still,” he continued quickly. “We’re graduating soon. If we spend this whole year following every rule, we’re going to regret it.”

You hesitated.

Honestly, you wanted to go. You really did.

The only thing stopping you was the possibility of getting caught by one of your teachers.

But then Jake looked at you.

And there they were again.

Those soft eyes.

The same look he’d given you earlier.

The one that always made your heart stumble over itself.

You took a slow breath, then nodded.

Jake immediately shot to his feet, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yes!”

Before you could stop him, he grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him.

“Careful!” you whispered. “I really don’t want anyone hearing us.”

“If we get caught, I’ll take the blame.”

“Oh, you absolutely will.”

Jake pressed his ear against the door, listening carefully for any movement in the hallway.

After a few seconds, he turned back to you and nodded.

Then, slowly, he pushed the door open. Sneaking out turned out to be much easier than either of you had expected.

The moment you stepped outside the hotel, Jake took off running.

He spun around halfway down the path, jogging backward with his arms stretched toward you.

“Come on! We have to hurry. Someone might look out the window and we’ll be grounded.”

You couldn’t help laughing. His grin was impossible to resist.

Taking his hand, you let him pull you along.

“Jake, slow down! I can’t run as fast as you!”

“We’re already far enough away,” he called over his shoulder. “We’re fine.”

When you finally reached the beach, both of you slowed to a stop.

The ocean stretched endlessly before you, illuminated by silver moonlight. Gentle waves rolled onto the shore, and the water seemed to glow beneath the night sky.

It was beautiful.

As you admired the view, you felt Jake’s gaze settle on you once again.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he replied softly.

“I agree.”

Something in his voice made you turn toward him.

For a brief moment, your eyes met.

Then your heart betrayed you, and you quickly looked away, running toward the water.

Behind you, Jake shouted something, but the wind carried his words away.

He caught up within seconds and by the time you reached the shoreline, both of you were breathless.

“Let’s sit down,” Jake suggested, pointing toward a nearby bench.

You nodded.

The two of you settled onto the wooden bench, listening to the waves crash against the shore.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then Jake sighed.

Not an exhausted sigh but a content one.

You glanced over at him.

“Are you okay?”

He kept his eyes on the ocean.

“More than okay.”

His voice was quiet.

“You know, moments like this remind me why life is worth living.”

You smiled.

Then he continued.

“And honestly… you’re a big part of that.”

Your breath caught.

Jake swallowed before speaking again.

“I never told you this, but I had a really difficult time this winter. Probably the worst I’ve ever been mentally.”

The smile disappeared from your face.

“But whenever things got bad, I reminded myself that I wasn’t alone.”

His eyes finally met yours.

“You were always there.”

Emotion tightened your throat.

“I don’t think you realize how much you’ve helped me over the years. The support you’ve given me, the way you’ve always listened…” He laughed softly. “I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you.”

Tears immediately filled your eyes.

“Jake…”

To your surprise, his eyes were glossy too.

“I’m sorry,” he said with a small smile. “That came out of nowhere.”

“Don’t apologize.”

Your voice shook.

“You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Without thinking, you reached up and brushed a tear from his cheek.

Jake froze but he slowly leaned into your touch.

The movement made your heart stutter.

His eyes dropped briefly to your lips.

“Fuck…” he whispered.

You immediately pulled your hand back.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” his voice barely audible.

“The opposite.”

You blinked confused.

Jake took a shaky breath.

“Y/n… stop me if you don’t want this.”

Before you could respond, he leaned forward.

His lips met yours.

For a moment, the entire world seemed to disappear.

The sound of the waves, the cool breeze… Everything.

There was only him.

The kiss was gentle at first, as though he was afraid you might pull away.

But when you kissed him back, you felt him smile.

His hand found your waist, pulling you slightly closer.

You tangled your fingers in his soft hair, and the warmth of his smile deepened against your lips.

Eventually, Jake pulled away.

His cheeks were bright red and so were yours.

Neither of you could stop smiling.

“I’ve liked you for so long,” he admitted quietly. “It became impossible to pretend I didn’t.”

You stared at him, still trying to process what had just happened.

“I never thought you felt the same way.”

“Are you serious?”

You laughed through your tears.

“I’ve been in love with you for years.”

His eyes widened.

“Years?”

You nodded.

“I just thought there was no way someone like you could like someone like me back.”

Immediately, Jake reached for your hands.

“Don’t say that.”

His expression softened.

“Y/n, you’re the most incredible girl I’ve ever met.”

You felt your eyes sting again.

“I’ve never doubted my feelings for you. Not once.”

His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles.

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

This time, his tears slipped free.

Jake looked at you with so much affection that it almost felt unreal.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He immediately pulled you closer.

For several minutes, neither of you moved.

The ocean continued its endless rhythm behind you while moonlight painted everything silver.

It felt like time had stopped.

Eventually, Jake pulled back slightly.

He took both of your hands and smiled nervously.

“I can’t believe I finally get to ask this.”

His grip tightened.

“Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

You laughed through your tears.

The happiest laugh Jake had ever heard.

“Of course.”

The relief on his face was immediate.

Jake cupped your cheek and pressed another kiss to your lips.

This one was slower and softer.

Filled with everything neither of you had been brave enough to say for years.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.

“I love you, y/n.”

Your heart melted.

“I love you too, Jake.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur.

You walked along the beach hand in hand, sharing stories, confessions, and all the little things you’d never been brave enough to tell each other before.

Jake admitted that the first thing he’d noticed about you were your eyes.

“I thought you were pretty from the start,” he confessed. “But once I got to know you, I realized your heart was even more beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes at how cheesy he sounded.

Then admitted that you’d originally noticed how effortlessly cool he always looked.

“See?” he laughed. “I knew my outfits were working.”

By the time you finally returned to the hotel, nearly three hours had passed.

Luckily, nobody had noticed you were gone.

Back in the room, Jake wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you settled into bed.

The excitement of the night slowly faded into comfortable silence.

Just before sleep claimed you, you felt him press a gentle kiss against your temple.

“I love you, y/n.”

A smile spread across your face.

“I love you too, Jakey.”

And for the first time in a long time, falling asleep felt effortless.

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olderbro!jake who buys figurines to bribe you into having sex with him.

“mm, hold on f'me yeah? . .” jake mumbles into your ear, his frame pinning you face down on your desk, one hand fisting your hair, the other digging into your hip. he's ball deep, his thick, veiny cock splitting you open.

you whine, ass up high as he pounds into you faster, the wet squelch of your cunnie echoing throughout your room, slick dripping down your thighs, soaking his balls.

jake doesn't slow down, he just grins, relishing in your sound. he pulls out, his fat tip catching on your rim before sliding back in, stretching you so much it burns so deliciously.

“c'mon baby, i know how much you wanted those figurines. . .” he mutters, voice all rough and teasing, his soft lips brushing your ear, sweat dripping down his forehead, panting as his muscles flexed. your kitty creaming around him, a messy white ring coating his shaft while he thrusts into you.

summary : where enhypen!hyungline prefer placing their hands on you depending on the scenario. inspired by : @bokkicidal (love you.)

pairing : enhypen x fem!readers. , hyung line for now !

heeseung .

casual : he definitely wouldn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around your waist at any given moment— kind of like, some sort of comfort. he’d relax his hands on you, maybe swaying you around a bit if you’re in public. he had probably developed this habit before because of how much you had spent time together pre-relationship. he never failed to pull you by the waist within any given situation and you never failed to let him. he didn’t always do it just for you, sometimes to claim you, to mark you as his in a way.

sensual : your jawline is his favourite place to hold whilst he kisses you, his hands roaming around both your body and that beautiful face of yours— he loved holding you in general. his thumb slowly rubbing your soft skin as he continued to work his tongue with yours. his hands slipped perfectly with your face and you would both always enjoy kissing and more. his height played a part in this, he needed to cup your face in order for him to look at you— sometimes for you to obey him …

jay .

casual : jay is always big on interlocking hands. he’d definitely want to have your hand in his wherever you both go. wanting to keep you safe and near him. your safety is his number one priority and you would always abide by it. holding your hands when your cold, when you both need to run somewhere and even while watching movies. to have you by his side is enough for him in any situation. to know your next to him helps him move forward, physically and mentally. jay is honestly just such a caring man, when you want to run free and around— he wants to do it with you too.

sensual : he definitely adores having his hands around your neck whilst kissing you or even talking to you sensually. holding you in between his hands, staring into you and kissing you even— he’s gentle enough not to hurt you but god— he loves wrapping his hands around your neck— not even to be sexual. the way he had gotten to that point of control in your relationship and how you trusted him enough to hold you in that manner just made it all so much better.

jake .

casual : jake loves to have his hands rested on your hips. within any place or time. he seems the type to also tug onto the belt loops of your jeans when you’re almost anywhere. it’s become a habit of his, in malls, grocery stores and even in the house— holding onto the curves of your hips, gliding his hands up and down at times. at first it surprised you because, normally you would’ve expected a guy to hold onto your waist area more but he just seemed so obsessed with pulling you in that way.

sensual : to him, he’d probably think that moving his hands higher would change the setting or feeling whenever he wants to have sensual moments with you. meaning, he aims for the waist in this case— he’d tighten his grip a bit , not to hurt you, just to get reactions out of you. if he’d hug you he’d tighten himself around you and your waist, rubbing and gliding his hands slowly over your sides while he whispered sweet nothings’ to you and more.

sunghoon .

casual : he most definitely enjoys playing with your hair or jewelry sometimes. if you’d both been waiting in public for something, he’d think that playing with your hair— curling it up or down would be a bit entertaining to him. even attempting to make braids. if not that— he’d play around with the necklace he bought you around your neck. fidget with it and even just make the most of the time you both have to spend. sunghoon would sometimes even wrap his arm around your waist in any situation— (another waist-holder) just to make time pass by quickly. another thing he’d most definitely do is just have his hand resting on your lower back, to guide you around stores or to just somehow have a part of you with him.

sensual : during moments between the both you, which you both rarely get— he’d most definitely hold your body as close to him as possible. whether you’re both in bed or just in your shared home, he’d love to squeeze you when you’re alone. he loved having you all to himself. your face being squeezed against his biceps was definitely something you had to get used to at first but as long as in the end you two both love it— it’s worth it.

no bc their parents are already used to him gooning in his room ever since he was a teenager. he has porn magazines under his bed and an entire folder saved on his computer for his favorite scenes. he’ll lock his door and watch online cams and girls being fucking wishing it was him, hand fucking his own cock like he’s the one having sex.

Daniel is neutral about it. He doesn’t hate it by any means and he loves how much fun you have when you’re teasing him. The way your fingers keep accidentally missing the bowl of popcorn in his lap or the way you just happen to press your body into his everytime you’re “just stretching.” He lets you get away with the wandering fingers and the flirty, suggestive remarks because he knows that once you’ve had your fun, you’ll let him have his.

Josh gets even. If you think you’re gonna get away with being a tease…wrong. No matter what you try to do or how you try to play around with him, he’ll turn it back on you x10. Send him a dirty text during dinner with everyone? He’ll turn to you with a smirk but don’t be surprised when he’s waiting until you’re sipping on your drink to grasp your thigh under the table and whisper ungodly filth in your ear to make you sputter your wine into the glass.

Jake… It’s like an “at your own risk” situation. He can handle the teasing, but he doesn’t like it. And if you take it too far, you can be sure you’ll pay for it later. “You thought that was cute, love?….That little stunt you pulled beneath the table at dinner?” and you’d shrug your shoulders and giggle with a mischievous smirk in response. “Well, we’ll just have to see how funny it is when you’re begging me for an orgasm, huh?” Then it’s his turn to laugh when your eyes go wide as your jaw hangs open in shock.