#jakr

You shut him up by grinding down on him slowly, feeling how hard he already is under those gray gym shorts. He lets out this broken little whimper that goes straight to your core.

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay,” he breathes, nodding fast like the eager dumbass he is.

You lean in to kiss him, messy and wet, tongue sliding against his. He tastes like the strawberry milk he chugged earlier. His hands slide up under your hoodie,his hoodie actually, the one you stole last week,palming at your bare skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch.

He’s always like this. Overwhelmed. Grateful. A little stupid.

You pull back just enough to tug the hoodie off, letting your hair fall around your shoulders. Jake’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. He stares at your tits like he’s never seen them before even though he’s literally sucked marks into them two nights ago.

“Fuck… you’re so hot it’s unfair,” he whines, leaning forward to bury his face between them, kissing and licking like a man starved. “How are you real? Like scientifically? Your body’s insane, I swear I could study you for a whole semester and still fail the test because I’d be too distracted.”

You laugh, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging his head back. “You’re rambling again, puppy.”

His ears go red at the nickname. He loves that shit.

“Sorry, sorry..I just...you’re sitting on my dick right now and I can’t think straight.”

You roll your hips again, dragging your clothed pussy over his hard on. Jake’s head falls back against the couch, mouth open, eyes fluttering. So fucking pretty when he’s losing it.

You slide off his lap and kneel between his legs, tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach,pretty pink tip flushed and leaking. Jake makes this embarrassed noise, covering his face with both hands.

“Don’t hide,” you coo, wrapping your fingers around him. “Let me see that face.”

He peeks through his fingers, biting his lip hard when you lean in and lick a stripe up the underside. His thighs tense.

“Shit baby, your mouth like i.. it's insane, I really don’t...”

You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and Jake’s rambling turns into pure gibberish.

“and like, did you know golden retrievers can learn over 200 commands? Not that fuck not that it’s relevant right now but you’re just so good at this and my brain is melting”

You hum around him, swirling your tongue, and his tip,his hips twitch up involuntarily. You pin them down with one hand, working him with the other while you suck. His moans are so pretty breathy and desperate, little curses mixed with your name like a prayer.

You pull off with a wet pop right before he can finish, ignoring his pathetic whine.

“Not yet. I want you inside me.”

Jake nods so fast you’re scared he’ll get whiplash. You stand up, shimmying out of your shorts and panties, and climb back on top. He’s staring like you’re a goddess.

You line him up and sink down slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. He’s thick, and the way he fills you always makes your toes curl. When you bottom out, Jake’s hands fly to your waist, gripping hard enough to leave marks.

“Oh my god… you’re so warm and tight and i..I’m gonna die. This is how I die. Death by pussy. Tell my mom I loved her..”

You start moving, riding him deep and slow, grinding your clit against his pelvis every time you drop down. Jake’s head is thrown back, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack. He looks drunk on you.

You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and bounce faster. The wet sounds fill the room obscene and filthy. Jake’s trying so hard not to cum too quick, you can tell by the way his abs are clenching and he’s biting the inside of his cheek.

“Jake,” you pant, “look at me.”

He does, eyes glassy. “You’re so fucking hot I can’t ..I don’t know how I pulled you. Everyone at practice keeps asking and I just shrug like ‘idk bro she’s out of my league’ and they think I’m joking but I’m not..”

You clench around him on purpose and he chokes on his words, hips snapping up to meet yours.

“Harder,” you demand.

He flips you suddenly surprising strength from all that soccer pinning you under him on the couch. His hoodie is still half on, sleeves pushed up, sweat dripping down his neck. He looks feral in the softest way.

Jake hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and dives in deep, pace turning sloppy and desperate. Every thrust punches little moans out of you. He’s hitting that spot perfectly, over and over.

“You feel so good fuck, I love you like this. All pretty and taking my dick like you were made for it,” he babbles, voice hoarse. “I’d do anything for you. Buy you anything. Learn how to cook actual food instead of instant ramen. I’d even stop saying rizz if you told me to okay maybe not that one but..”

You laugh breathlessly and pull him down into a kiss, messy and desperate. His hips stutter, losing rhythm as he gets close.

“Cum inside me, Jake.”

His eyes roll back. “Shit yeah? You want that? Want me to fill you up like a loser who doesn’t deserve it?”

You nod, nails digging into his back.

He buries his face in your neck and fucks you harder, chasing it. A few more messy thrusts and he’s gone groaning your name as he spills deep inside you, hips twitching through it. The feeling pushes you over the edge too, clenching around him as you cum with a sharp cry.

For a minute it’s just heavy breathing and the sound of the cheap AC unit rattling.

Jake doesn’t pull out right away. He just stays there, softening inside you, pressing lazy kisses to your collarbone.

“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he mumbles against your skin. “Death by hot girlfriend. Legendary way to go.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair, smiling. “My dumb pup.” he agrees happily, nuzzling closer.

He’s quiet for like… thirty whole seconds a new record before he starts again.

“Hey, random question did you know that”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Round two in five minutes. Save the dog facts.”

He grins against your neck, already half hard again. “I must've saved homeless kids in my previous life or I'm gods fav.”

Winter arrived softly that year, snowflakes tapped softly against the windowpanes, and the warm glow of the fireplace filled the room with golden light. Outside, the quiet winter night seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself knew this moment was theirs.

Inside, everything was warm, perfectly warm.

The house— no, it's actually their house, still carried the faint scent of fresh wood and new beginnings. It was not overly grand, not the kind of place people would gasp at for its size. But it was beautiful.

A home built with intention.

With love.

With both of them in mind.

The living room was wrapped in soft amber light from the fireplace, where the flames crackled and danced, throwing shadows across the cream-colored walls. A Christmas tree stood near the window, dressed in delicate white lights, silver ribbons, and tiny ornaments they had spent an entire evening arguing over where to place.

Somewhere on one of the branches hung a tiny coffee-cup ornament Jake had secretly bought just to tease her and below it, nestled carefully among the gifts, was a framed polaroid from years ago...

The one taken at the Han River.

The one where they had first looked like something more than two people orbiting each other.

Y/N sat curled up on the large ivory sofa, wrapped in one of Jake's oversized knitted cardigans over her soft cream pajama dress and her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, still slightly damp from the warm shower she had taken earlier.

In her hands was a mug of hot chocolate topped with melting marshmallows. Everything about the night felt impossibly peaceful, the kind of peace she once thought only existed in dramas and yet here she was....

Living it.

Across from her, near the fireplace, Jake sat on a low stool with a guitar resting against his knee. The sight alone was enough to make Y/N's heart soften. He was dressed casually in a dark sweater and lounge pants, his hair slightly tousled, his features softened by the firelight.

For a moment, he simply looked at her.

The way he always did.

As though after all these years, he still found himself memorizing her.

"That look again," she tilted her head.

Jake smiled faintly, "What look?"

"The one where you stare at me like I'm going to disappear."

His expression gentled.

"You won't...", a pause. "But I still like looking."

Her cheeks warmed, even now.

Newlyweds.

And he still did this to her, still made her heart beating so fast all over again. Jake adjusted the guitar slightly, then looked at her with a softness that made the room seem to still, "I found a perfect song for us."

Y/N blinked, "You did?"

He nodded, a teasing smile touched his lips, "But I wanted to sing it for you."

"Now?", her heart skipped.

Jake glanced at the fireplace, "At the perfect time."

The room fell quiet except for the crackle of burning wood and the soft whisper of winter wind against the windows, then Jake began to play, the first chord was gentle and warm. The melody flowed into the room like silk, wrapping itself around the firelight and snow outside.

And then he sang.

"To hold your hand and call you mine... I'm tryna be your man, 'til the end of time..." , His voice was low, tender and filled with a kind of sincerity that made her breath catch.

It wasn't just a song.... it felt like a confession all over again.

A vow.

A promise.

The world beyond the windows seemed to disappear, the snowfall, the city and even the time itself. For a moment, it truly felt as though the universe had narrowed into only this room.

Only the fire.

Only the soft sound of guitar strings.

Only Jake... and her.

She stared at him, her heart swelling so painfully with love that it almost brought her to tears before the next line even came. Jake looked up at her as he continued,

"Say you want the moon, watch me learn to fly, ain't no mountain you could point to I wouldn't climb...", a soft and disbelieving laugh escaped her lips.

Not because it was funny... but because it was so him.

So impossibly Jake, the one who'd grand in the quietest ways and romantic without even trying. The tears began to gather in her eyes, bright and unstoppable.

She smiled through them, looking at him with a gaze so full of love it almost hurt. Jake's fingers moved over the strings with practiced ease, but his eyes never left hers.

Not even once.

It was as if he was singing not just to her but for her.

For every version of them that had existed, the girl in the grocery aisle clutching a bottle of barbecue sauce, the woman in the elevator pretending not to feel her heartbeat, the girlfriend under moonlight in a secret garden and now—

His wife.... his Y/N.

The final verse came much softer and much deeper, as if every word carried the weight of everything they had survived to reach this moment.

"It's crazy but it's true... there's nothing I won't do... I'd risk it all for you...", by then, the tears had slipped free, slowly trailing down Y/N's cheeks but she was smiling.

A soft, trembling smile, the kind born from overwhelming happiness.

Jake strummed the final chord, the note lingered in the room, hanging in the warm air like a cup of warm coffees and hot chocolates.

Then silence.

Only the fire crackling, only the sound of their breathing.

Y/N slowly stood, her bare feet padded softly across the rug until she was standing right in front of him. Jake looked up and before he could say anything-

She leaned forward and placed both of her hands gently over his where they still rested on the guitar, her fingers were warm, her touch soft and her tears still shimmering in the firelight.

"Jake...", her voice trembled. "that was..."

She let out a breathless laugh through her tears, "...perfect."

Jake smiled softly, "Not more perfect than you."

A tearful laugh escaped her again, then she carefully lowered herself into his lap, arms slipping around his shoulders. Jake immediately wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn't an inch of space left between them, her forehead rested against his.

Outside, snow continued to fall but inside, the fire burned brighter.

"I think this is what forever feels like," she whispered softly.

Jake's eyes softened, he looked at her and smiled softly, then he kissed her.

Slow.

Deep.

The kind of kiss that belonged not to beginnings but to a love that had already proven itself timeless. When they parted, Jake brushed his thumb gently across the tears still lingering on her cheeks.

Then he smiled, "My forever."

Hana smiled back, "My home."

And on that winter Christmas night... In the warmth of their shared house, as newlyweds with snow falling outside and firelight dancing across the room, everything was exactly as it should be.

Perfect.

The kind of perfect with soft music and a promise that love, once found, can truly last a lifetime....