getting your cherry popped by the sweet, popular athletic boy. who is also your best friend
adult content featured, read at your own discretion
[sorry not proof read]
“jake i’m a virgin.”
“okay? good for you? am i supposed to go running?”
your eyes never looked away from jake sim. athletic, popular and smart. triple kill.
and he was your best friend.
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studying. that’s all it was supposed to be. jake sim, your best friend, helping you with your college physics course. then it somehow turned into a human anatomy lesson. all because jake couldn’t leave his phone alone for 5 seconds and was sexting a girl during the study sessions.
“jake—yah! would you pay attention? i cannot fail this exam!” you scolded, slamming your pencil down on your notebook.
jake cleared his throat, awkwardly and embarrassingly putting down his cell phone, screen to the table. “sorry.” he apologized with a mumble.
“what’s so interesting about whoever you’re texting that you’d rather do that than help your bestie pass her physics exam?” you pouted, looking at jake with a frown and puppy dog eyes.
“oh well you see—,” jake began, but then his phone buzzed once before. he went to pick up the phone, but you snatched it before he could.
“wait, you—,” he didn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence of, “wait, you might not want to.”
you screeched, face screwing in disgust as you threw his phone to the couch. then, you whipped your head to jake in disbelief, huffing.
“i can’t believe you! you seriously are sexting another girl while helping me?”
“hey, i’m sorry okay? but she sent me—,”
you held up your hand to stop him. “don’t want to hear it jake.” you sighed. “can you stop being a horn dog for like, two hours? i know you have a high sex drive, but i was hoping soccer practice would’ve tired you out.”
you weren’t mad at his sex drive. heck, if he needed to fuck like his grades depended on it, then so be it. you weren’t the one to stop him. but it did annoy you he couldn’t just turn it off long enough to help you study.
“if you can’t focus, i’ll ask someone else to help.”
“like who? jay?” jake laughed, joking.
“heeseung.” you smirked, knowing heeseung was just as smart as jake. and although jake and heeseung were friends, those two also had a competitive streak against one another. especially when it came to academics and girls.
you also knew jake was protective over you. all the boys did, but his was extra. you knew he probably warned the guys that you were off limits.
jake scoffed. “absolutely not, he’ll help you pass with an a minus at max.”
“and you?” you asked crossing your arms.
jake smiled. “i can get you that a plus.”
“jake, you can’t make miracles happen. i just need a minimum b average.”
“you know i like to go above and beyond, baby.” he winked, causing you to laugh.
“let’s just get back to work, okay?”
“okay. only because my phone disappeared in the couch.” he pouted. “she’s not gonna be happy i left her dry.”
you waved it off. “pretty sure she has a box full of toys to help her out.”
“do you?” jake asked.
your head slowly turned to jake as you was writing down a problem. “do i what?” you looked at him confused.
“have a box full of toys?”
your eyes went wide. “oh, uh, let’s focus on the studying!” you rushed out and turned back to your text book, aggressively poking at jake’s book.
after that, during the study session, jake would steal glances at you, wondering if his best friend did have a box full of toys. or even at least one toy.
jake has known you since you were six. growing up next door to one another in australia, it was fun.
beach days, arcade days, walking to school and back home together. watching him freak out over bugs that you had to be the one to get rid of.
you told jake everything. well, almost everything. he was open and free about his sex life with you. however, you weren’t the same.
jake can’t recall you telling him about times you’ve been with a guy in a sexual way. let alone even kissed a guy.
an hour and a half passed, before you two went off topic once again. your brain was fried, and you couldn’t imagine looking at another problem.
“im done for the night, i cant.” you closed your book dramatically, leaning against your couch, head thrown back.
“have you kissed a guy yet?”
you lifted your head. “jake, where did that even come from?”
jake shrugged. “just thinking about how you know so much about my sex life, but i know nothing about yours. let alone if you’ve even kissed a guy.”
“i just don’t find the need to tell you.” you mumbled, picking invisible lint from your leg.
“but why? i thought we were best friends?”
“jake, we are. there’s just never anything to tell, okay?”
“okay so tell me,” jake began, turning his body to face yours, leaning his side against the couch, “have you kissed a boy?”
“of course jake.”
“who? where? when?”
“now you sound like me and my girl friends gossiping.”
“i can be that if that’s what makes you more comfortable.”
you chuckled. “it’s fine jake.” you got comfortable leaning on your side to face him. “my first kiss was in middle school when i went on holiday with my family. second kiss was in our upper years,”
“with who?” jake’s eyebrows raised.
you smacked your lips together, “uh, yang jeongin.”
jake gasped, then laughed. “he insisted he wasn’t even going to kiss a girl until he got married!”
“yeah well,” you shrugged.
“is that all?” jake asked.
you looked down, the floor suddenly looking fun. “well, no. there’s one more.”
“who is it? when? tell me!” jake begged, getting on his knees, grabbing your hands in his.
you sighed rolling your eyes. looking at jake you said, “it was heeseung, just two months ago. more of a make out than just a kiss.”
jake let go of your hands. not mad at you, but shocked and surprised. but he was mad at heeseung as he told his friends you were clearly off limits.
“why heeseung?”
“it was at that party you dragged me to, jake. i was bored, you left me to go hook up with a girl, so heeseung kept me company.”
jake stared at you, unblinking. “so what? i’m not around and he takes his chance to get in your pants?”
“jake it’s not like that! all we did was make out, okay? he didn’t want to go further, i didn’t want to go further. it was just for fun.”
“who else knew?”
“sunghoon and jungwon. but i begged them not to say anything.”
jake scoffed in disbelief. “do you promise that’s all you did?”
“yes jake. i don’t understand why it bothers you so much! i haven’t opened my legs like a slut for your friends, okay?”
“i don’t mean it like that—,”
you stood up, now angry for some reason. “it’s getting late. you should go. i’m tired and i am sure you are too from practice. thank you for helping me.”
you walked off to your bathroom, knowing jake can let himself out.
and that he did. he walked out, ready to confront his best friend, forgetting about his cellphone, until he got to his shared apartment with his 2 other roommates, sunghoon and jay.
“is heeseung coming over?” jake asked.
jay and sunghoon were playing video games in the living room. jay answered, “not that i’m aware of? he had a late practice then a study group right after.”
jake huffed. “sunghoon, i have a bone to pick with you!”
“what did i do?”
“you knew heeseung made out with my best friend and didn’t tell me?”
jay gasped like a teen girl. “no!”
sunghoon rolled his eyes, “it wasn’t my business to tell! honestly, it’s none of your business too. just because you’re open about your sex life about other girls to her doesn’t mean she has to be the same way.”
“bullshit! it is my business.”
“you’re her best friend, not her boyfriend. she can be around any other guy without you butting in.” sunghoon stated. “even if that means it’s heeseung.”
jake kept quiet, and just stormed off to his room in a mood. as he laid on his bed, that’s when he realized he left his phone at your place.
he slapped his hands over his face and groaned.
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the next day, you took jake his phone to his apartment. sunghoon answered the door as he was on his way to the ice rink.
you tried to hand it over to sunghoon but he shook his head. “you give it to him. i’m in a rush, and i am sure jake has some apologies to give.” sunghoon patted your shoulder before leaving you in the door way.
you took off your shoes, making your way to jake’s room. you knocked twice, and heard a faint ‘come in.’
jake didn’t even attempt to look up from his bed. “sunghoon if you’re here to just scold me before you leave for the day don’t bother. jay already scolded me about my actions.” then he went on to say that he knew he owed you an apology.
“can you say that a bit louder, i didn’t have my phone recording?” you chuckled.
jake sat up quickly from bed. since he was laying on his stomach, he sat up on all fours in doggy style looking at you like a kid who just woke up for christmas.
“you’re here?”
“well first, you left your phone at my apartment. but now i believe there’s an apology to be owed to me?”
jake nodded, getting off his bed, to walk to you as you stood in his door. he apologized for getting upset about you kissing heeseung.
“whoever you have sex with is none of my business, okay?”
“jake, i—,”
jake didn’t let you finish as he pulled you into a tight hug. “i’m sorry. you can slut yourself out to whomever.”
you laughed, hugging jake back, patting his back. when the hug ended, you handed jake his phone. “i wonder how mad she is.”
jake’s phone battery was at 0%. “well, i guess we’ll find out after it charges.” he laughed.
you and jake decided to watch a movie, in the meantime ‘sidelined: the qb and me.’
“ugh, so cheesy and cliche.”
you elbowed jake. “i like cheesy and cliche!”
he pinched your cheek. “of course you do.”
you stretched when the movie ended. “i could use a nap. all i dreamt about was physics.” you shuddered.
“nap it is!” jake said and grabbed you to throw you over his shoulder, walking you to his room.
he threw you on his bed, climbing in next to you.
that’s when you said, “jake, i’m a virgin.”
“okay? good for you? am i supposed to go running?” jake laughed. “how does that affect me?”
“well, i was only telling you because of earlier.”
“oh.” jake realized. “my bad. but still, it’s none of my business who you have sex with, unless it’s me.”
you nearly choked on air. “and just why would i have sex with you?”
“best friends have sex all the time.” jake said.
you both were laying on your backs, looking up at the ceiling during this conversation.
“jake not best friends. maybe friends with benefits.”
“and we can’t be both?”
you sat up, looking down at your friend with confusion written across your face.
“jake? where is this coming from?”
“baby, if you think i never thought about having sex with you not once since we were teens, you are mistaken.”
“jake—,”
“why else would i run off my friends and other guys?”
“then why else would you have sex with other girls if you so called wanted me in bed?”
jake shrugged. “my dick could only take so much of my hand, babe.”
you groaned, “jake!” and fell back on his bed. this time, he sat up. he rolled to his side, palm on your thigh.
shivers went up and throughout your body.
truth be told, you may have thought about sex with jake once or twice. it didn’t really bother your head until you heard a girl in your class stating he once made her come so hard she passed out.
you wanted to know what that felt like. or if it was even possible.
“i heard it’s painful.” you sighed truthfully, turning your head to look into jake’s eyes. as usual, he had on his puppy dog look, thick lips pouting.
“for some babe, yes it is.” jake said, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. his thumb then glided softly from your cheek to your bottom lip.
“how badly?” you asked in a whisper, the tension between you two thickening.
“it just depends on the girl, and if she’s having sex with the right partner.” jake replied softly, his eyes flicking between your own and your lips. “for me, making sure my girl is comfortable and relaxed. making sure i touch her in the right places.”
all while talking, jake’s fingertips ghosted along your thigh, hips, sides, up the side of your breasts. your skin cluttered with goosebumps, your breathing fastening, both you and jake breathing heavily, just inches away from each other.
with one last flick from your eyes to your lips, jake slowly leaned in for a kiss, capturing your lips in his.
and more than you could imagine, his lips were so soft and thick. and he didn’t straightly use his tongue. the kiss was so slow and sensual, building up the tension between both of you.
jake carefully hovered over you, so you were flat on your back, your hands raising to wrap around his neck. jake’s right hand went to push down your pants and underwear as far as he could.
you giggled removing your lips. “moving quite fast there, huh?”
jake smiled, “can’t help it baby, been waiting too damn long to be inside you.”
jake kissed your lips once more, before scooting down, taking off your bottoms completely, not even bothering to warn you.
his tongue met your core, and you immediately let out a loud gasp, at the unknown feeling. “oh,” you whispered out.
it didn’t feel bad, but it felt weird. foreign.
“don’t worry baby, it’ll feel good. give me a second.” jake said, and went back to your core, using his tongue, lips, teeth, and soon his finger.
“oh!” you squealed with a gasp, then moaned. your lower half began squirming, causing jake to hold you down by your hips with his left hand.
with him holding you down, the intensity amplified, and your hand went to his soft hair. jake added a second finger, your leg resting over his shoulder.
“too much, jake.” you sighed out.
“gotta stretch you out. im pretty thick, honey.”
“that doesn’t help, jake!” you groaned, in-between fussing at him and how good he was making you feel.
“to be fair, i asked if you had any toys.” jake chuckled, fingers still buried in you. only he was sitting up, eyes looking into yours intensely.
“i thought you were joking around.” you moaned as he worked his beautiful, lengthy fingers inside of you. you could almost imagine how his veins looked on his hands.
“you still haven’t answered my question, honey.” jake said, his fingers stilling inside of you—deep and angled.
“fuck!” you moaned, annoyed he stopped. “yes jake, i have one fucking toy! now keep it moving, please.” you begged, and jake chuckled.
“anything for my bestie.”
jake worked his fingers inside of you, adding a third for a while, getting you used to the sensation. weirdly, not once did it not feel good.
jake could feel you getting wetter and wetter and knew it was perfect timing. he quickly undressed himself, then finished undressing you.
“want me to wear a condom?” jake asked and you nodded. jake grabbed a condom from his bedside table, and put it on with quick ease.
you closed your eyes in anticipation of it hurting. jake noticed, and grabbed your chin in his hand.
“look at me honey.” he said softly and you opened your eyes slowly.
he leaned down, so your noses touched, his tip waiting to enter you. he kissed your forehead once.
“don’t wait for the pain, it’ll hurt more. try to relax for me, okay? eyes on me.”
jake kept his hand on your chin, your eyes looking into his. foreheads touching, jake eased in you slowly, you biting your lower lip trying to not scrunch your face.
“it’s okay, you’re doing so well for me baby.” jake cooed, kissing your lips. “doing so well for your jakey.”
you let out a deep breath, your hands resting around his neck and shoulders, your legs open as he laid in between them, buried. your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders.
jake soon finished pushing himself all the way in, causing a low moan of pain to push past your lips. your eyes snapped shut.
“jake, i can’t.” you cried.
“hey, look at me.” jake ordered and you did once more. “eyes on me, okay? you’re okay, i have you. it’s gonna hurt for a bit, but i’ll take care of you.”
“jake but—,”
“do you trust me?” jake asked, caressing your cheek and you nodded.
jake attached his lips to yours, one hand playing with your breast and nipples, as he slowly, inch by inch pushed in and out of you.
the sensation of him playing with your boobs and nipples distracted from his dick rocking in and out of you.
soon you hadn’t even noticed jake was able to pull out to the tip and push back in, your wetness leaking between the two of you.
“my baby just needed some kisses and sweet talk.” jake mumbled against your lips.
jake’s head rested against your neck, and his thrusts became faster and deeper if possible. but it felt good.
jake became a moaning mess, his moans and low growls seeming to turn you on more. he just started throwing praises your way, rolling easily off his tongue.
“good girl. so good for your best friend, huh? always wanted to have your best friend fuck you? not as innocent as i thought.”
jake’s next position had him on his knees, you flat on your back, your legs and thighs resting against the front of his body.
with how powerful his thrusts became, you were so glad no one was here because the sounds of skin slapping was so loud.
your hands reached to grip anything and everything it could. pillows, sheets, jake. jake had a tight hold on your hips as he began to pound into you, literally.
“jake!” you squealed, and felt your stomach tightening. “jake!”
“that’s it baby, say my name, over,” thrust, “and over,” thrust, “and over until your voice goes out.” thrust.
you let out a loud—scream? moan? growl?
your body began shaking afterwards, jake bullying himself back into you after your cunt just kept pushing him out.
soon, jake went still inside of you, a loud moan coming out of his own lips, his grip on your sides tightened.
it felt so hot in his room, both sweaty from the sex. tension was still high, and you knew no way things could go back to the way it was prior to this.
jake removed his dick from you, still hard and wanting a second round. but he knew you had to get some rest before even thinking about another round.
he looked down on the condom, noting no blood, and removed it before throwing it to the trash next to the bed.
“at least you used the trash for something.” you joked. jake laughed knowing you always got after him for his lack of cleanliness.
your heart began thumping hard at the thought of what happens after this. meanwhile jake’s heart was thumping because his body was ready for round 2.
before either of you could say anything, a knock came to your door.
“yo, horn dogs! jay brought us food!” heeseung yelled then laughed.
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Jake (your roommate) who has oral fixation who can't help but want to suck on your nipples and clit anytime and anywhere he wants (in school, in his car, in cafes, in your dorm). And as the helpful roommate, you try to wear clothes that would give him easy access all the time.
-🪻 hiiii i misseddd putting req here 🥹🫶
hi again🪻anon🥰 i’ve missed your reqs🥹🫶🏻 oral fixation jake has me weeeaaaaakkkk😮💨 I kinda went off the deep end with this one. I couldn’t help myself. this request is so *chefs kiss* and bless kay for helping me with the title for this 🤭😘💍
For as long as you’ve known your roommate, he’s always had an oral fixation even before he became your roommate too.
You and Jake attended the same college. You would always pass him in the hallways on Mondays and Wednesdays and have Chemistry with him on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Man always had something in his mouth to chew on.
Gum, the ends of his pens and pencils, the bottle cap to his water bottle, straws from his drinks, the plastic spoons, knives, and forks from lunch, the strings to his hoodie, the plastic on his cup if he didn’t have a straw, and hell, even his fingers if there wasn’t anything else. You could tell just from staring at him across the lecture hall that he had this fixation.
Fate brought the two of you together when you posted an ad on the campus bulletin board about looking for a roommate after your old one moved out. Jake was the first to respond to the ad, and since you already knew him, you disregarded the other applications. Jake was moved in within a week.
His oral fixation was a lot worse than you thought and was tame while on campus. Jake had the same normal habits on the things he chewed but added a few things: his shirt while sitting on the couch watching TV or playing on the PlayStation. The cord to his headset when he played on his PC in his bedroom. The cord to his phone while it charged and he was scrolling through social media. Your fingers, lips, tongue, nipples, and clit.
Crazy, right? It didn’t start that way, his mouth on your body parts. It wasn’t a thought in either of your minds until you came home one afternoon after work and took a shower, not bothering to put a bra on afterward, letting the girls have some time to breathe. So you walked around in your shorts and oversized tee shirt. Jake returned home a couple of hours later from soccer practice, wanting nothing more than a nice shower and a good meal. So you told him to shower and that you’d cook for him. Jake couldn’t hide the smile had, being so happy and lucky you were his roommate.
Jake didn’t even notice you weren’t wearing a bra until you stood from where you sat on the couch, your nipples poking through your white shirt. The hoodie string Jake had in his mouth fell out as his eyes were glued to your chest, watching how grazed your shirt as you walked around the couch and towards the kitchen. Jake quickly jumped up and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. Splashing his face with the water of his shower, trying to push the thoughts of your perfect nipples being in his mouth. The way he would bite, lick, and suck on them.
Jake had to lean his body against the cool of the tile wall to get his body temperature down but failed miserably as his thoughts continued to run in his brain. Thinking about the ways your cunt would ride his cock as his mouth worked on your tits. Before Jake knew it his hand was wrapped around his hard cock, biting his lips to keep from moaning as he pumped himself til his cum was dripping down his hand. Jake prayed and prayed that once he was out of the shower you could have put on a bra. Because it’s an asshole move to think about your roommate like that, right? It crosses your boundaries and that’s the last thing Jake wanted to do.
But to his dismay, you still stood in the kitchen…braless. Once you noticed he was out of the shower, you called him over, “Jae, I made pasta for dinner and this cake for dessert. Come try the icing and tell me what you think?”
Jake swallowed, knees weak as he slowly walked over to you. Your long hair was now pulled into a loose ponytail and oh man was it driving Jake up a wall. His eyes wandered everywhere, to your nipples, your earlobes, and the cute spot between your shoulder and neck. His mouth watered as he looked back and forth, wanting to pin you to the kitchen counter and place his mouth all over those parts. His dick was hardening and he was doing everything to try and keep you from noticing.
You got a spoon from the drawer and scooped up some of the icing and held it to his mouth, “Say ahh!” you said cutely, taking notice of the small pink tint on his cheeks as he slowly opened his mouth taking the spoon in.
Jake’s eyes widened as you pulled the spoon away, “Goddamn, YN, this is fantastic!” Jake loved your cooking and baking. It made him even more excited to eat the pasta and have a dessert to look forward to.
You noticed some of the icing was on the edge of his lips, you giggled softly and reached up, “You’re so messy,” you teased him, taking your index finger and sliding it across the edge of his lip.
The moment you touched him it was over. The feeling of your finger on his lips even if it was just the slightest touch sent him into a frenzy, his mouth was opening, head tilting to the side to wrap his lips around your finger, his tongue licking up the icing you wiped away and then sucking on it. His eyes closed tightly as he softly grazed your finger with his teeth. Jake didn’t know what came over him, but the moment he realized what he was doing his eyes shot back open and connected to yours.
You weren’t surprised and showed no sign that it bothered you that he was currently sucking on your finger. Instead, you gave him a small smile, inching your middle finger to his lips. Jake was the surprised one but opened his mouth anyway, letting you slip your middle in with your index.
You always teased Jake about his oral fixation, always giving him some type of hell for chewing up specific things. Like the amount of phone chargers you’ve had to rebuy him, and the amount of headsets Jake had to get replaced from chewing on the cords. The amount of gum packets that lay around the apartment just for him. You found it cute to tease him. And you never knew you wanted your fingers in his mouth until right now. Which is why it didn’t bother you. Honestly, your fingers were better than the cords and other plastic things that would eventually ruin his pretty teeth anyway.
You’d be lying if it didn’t turn you on. Jake was hoping for it, truly. Keeping eye contact with you as he wraps his tongue around your fingers, sucking on them and biting them softly. If you continued to let him chew on your fingers, he was going to lose all control.
“I know you want to do more than just suck on my fingers,” you whispered to him. You already knew he was hard as a rock and your panties were soaking, “Why don’t you take what you actually want?”
Jake didn’t hesitate to pull your fingers from his mouth, his lips attaching to yours and sucking on your bottom lip as his hands slid to your thighs, picked you up, and set you down on the countertop, biting hard on your lip, “Give me your tongue,” he hisses between his grip on your lip and only let go once he saw the muscle slide out of your mouth and taking it in his. Jake was in pure bliss getting his oral fixation off on something other than random small items. His cock twitched hard at it too. It was everything he could have wanted.
As he continued to suck and bite your tongue, his hands slipped under your shirt and slid up, his hands stopping at your tits to rub at your nipples, making them perk up more. You knew Jake was preparing them for his mouth, his skin sending a chill down your spine and goosebumps on your skin, hardening your nipples even more, “fffuuuccckkkk,” he hisses after releasing your tongue from his mouth, dipping down in the same movement of lifting your shirt over your breasts and attaching his mouth to your right nipple as his left hand continued to pinch at your other nipple.
You moaned his name and gripped his shoulders as his tongue flicked your nipple, as his teeth bit down on the sensitive nub and lips wrapped around it to suck. He moved back and forth between the two, not leaving one out. You already knew your cunt was soaking the countertop and you think Jake knew too. Mostly by the way his hands moved to cup your ass and slide underneath you. He let out a groan against your nipple before removing his mouth and scooped you up, quickly turning in the other direction and laying you down on top of the kitchen table. He kissed you again, sucking your bottom lip back into his mouth in the same motion of his fingers looping between your shorts and panties to pull them down.
Jake sank to his knees as your shorts and panties hit the floor, him spreading your legs wide to give him better access to your cunt. His mouth watered at the sight of your sopping pussy, your slit dripping out your hole and onto the table. Fuck it was making him dizzy.
“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he breathes, sticking his tongue out to lick up your hole to your clit, stopping there to take the bud between his teeth and lips. Jake sucked, licked, and bit your clit until you came into his mouth. He didn’t even stop there, no no. He wanted you. Wanted his shower fantasy to come true. So he pulls you from the table and onto the floor with him, quickly removing his sweatpants and boxers and moving you into his lap.
You rode him as his mouth worked on your nipples again, moving between them both and stopping every few minutes to kiss you and suck on your lips. You even shoved your fingers into his mouth a few times as you fucked him. This kept going until you came again and he was cumming deep into your pussy.
It was safe to say you both would have a major mess to clean up in the kitchen. And even have to reheat the pasta.
This was only the start of Jake using you to get his oral fixation in. You gave him full permission to use you as he pleases to get his fix. Jake would be stupid to turn it down.
It benefited both of you, truly. You both had the benefits of this new agreement. He would get his oral fixation and other sexual needs met, you’d also get your sexual needs met on top of saving money from having to replace the items he’d normally chew on.
The only terms were he could only have your fingers and lips in public, but could have everything else in the safe space of your shared apartment, or either of your cars, or if no one else was around.
Again, Jake would be an idiot to turn it down.
He forced you to move to the back of the classroom room with him so he could suck on your fingers during lectures without anyone noticing and anytime he wanted.
You’d sit in his car with him during lunch or before his soccer practice so he could make out with you and get his mouth on your tits.
Then at the apartment? He’d spread your legs.
One of Jake’s requirements was you having to wear specific clothing for him to have easy access to while at the apartment. Loose tee shirts with no bra. Any type of shorts or sweatpants or skirts with no panties underneath.
It truly was a dream come true for Jake. The best roommate he could ask for. This whole dynamic worked for the two of you. Both parties were getting pleasure and their needs met while maintaining a good friendship with each other. It was perfect. So completely perfect.
Your favorite thing was when Jake would return home from his other classes or work and immediately sink down to his knees in front of you saying, “I need your cunt in my mouth right now,” or lifting your shirt off your body instantly and saying, “I need your tits against my tongue.” Or your personal favorite thing he’d say is, “I need you on my cock as I suck on those pretty tits of yours.”
Again, so so so perfect. Yet…
…when it came to matters of your heart, you started to love him. You had your suspicions on whether you were actually gaining feelings or if it was just the sex and the way he’d work his mouth on your body that was making you confused. But your feelings became apparent and so clear to you when one day you lay on the couch, scrolling through TikTok to watch the latest trends when Jake stumbled into the living room. He had a hard time at practice that Saturday morning, beating himself up over not making the winning score during the practice match against another team. Jake slid himself under your arms and just laid his head against your chest and got himself comfy on top of you, making no moves to undress you to get his fix. “I just needed to be close to you right now,” was all he said as he snuggled his face into your breasts and slid his arms underneath you, squeezing you tightly to him. He wasn’t horny or anything, just genuinely wanted to be with you. It took everything to keep your heart from fluttering. From it completely busting out of your chest as he slowly fell asleep on top of you. You were done for. You loved him.
And oh god did Jake fall so hard in love with you too. How could he not? You accepted his oral fixation and even let him get his fix by using your body. Yeah at first it was strictly to get his fix in, the sex just being a bonus, but the more time that passed, the more he fell. He would get so drunk of your scent as he worked his mouth and cock on and in your body. You became his every waking thought and not just in ways to get his oral fixation needs met. He wanted to spend time with you. Take you on dates. Show you off to his friends. Yeah, having a roommate who gave into his oral fixation was such a hard flex. But to call you his girlfriend who also gives into his oral fixation, was an even bigger hard flex. Jake knew he loved you when all he wanted was to be in your arms after his terrible practice that morning.
It took a week later for him to confess.
His cock was buried so deep in your cunt, his mouth biting and sucking on your ear lobe as you screamed out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It was as good of a time as any, Jake thought, what better way to confess his love for you while being balls deep inside you?
“Be mine,” he moans into your ear, detaching his mouth from your lobe and lifting you up from the couch in a swift motion, rolling the two of you into a sitting position with you in his lap. Jake bites at your skin between your neck and shoulders, his hands shoving you down onto him to press his cock even further into your cunt, “be mine, please,” he says between each suck, kiss, and bite at your skin.
You couldn’t believe you heard the words escape his mouth, not knowing if you heard him clearly or not, “What?”
Jake released your skin with a pop, his hands moving to your tits, squeezing them together and giving them a lift up, licking your nipples then biting them softly, “I am in love with you, I can’t stand not actually getting to call you mine,” he sucks one nipple into his mouth, bucking his hips up into you, being so lost in the taste of you, “Be mine. Be my girlfriend.”
Your fingers tangled into his hair as you bounced on his cock, throwing your head back, “Yes,” you moan, “Yes, Jae, yes. I love you too. I’m in love with you too.”
Jake quickly switches the positions again, pressing your body against the coffee table by the couch, fucking into you with everything he had. He kissed you with so much love and want and need. Being so happy he could finally call you his. You finally being more than just his roommate/fuck buddy that gave into his oral fixation.
He bites down on your bottom lip and pulls it as he comes undone, his hips snapping to a stop to press his cock against your cervix hard, his cum filling you whole.
Jake releases your lip and smiles down at you, his eyes wandering to every part of your body he had his mouth on, loving the way his teeth marks look on you. On his girlfriend. Thank god you ended up being such a good roommate.
synopsis — you met jake at a club completely by the ask of a question, and he immediately fell in love with you, asking for your social media before you even said your name. but after finding out he goes to the same college as you, he immediately starts trying to make you his. will it work?
content — angst .. fluff .. suggestive ( described & barely in detail ) .. sunghoon & yn from past stories are mentioned .. jake has strong feelings for reader .. jake is lowk a yearner .. based off "art of war" .. ♡
📰 — i love this story omg
IT WAS MIDNIGHT, when you met jake. you were taking shots with your best friend at some club downtown when jake approached you, asking if you saw a tall guy, with black hair. as you turned around, he stared at your face. his brain short circuited as he saw how gorgeous you were before you spoke. "um, what does he look like?" you said, making him snap back into reality. "u-um like this," he mumbled, pulling his phone out awkwardly and opening a picture of him.
"oh, he went outside, i think, with some girl," you responded, making him nod before pausing. "um, by any chance, are you taken?" he said, making your friends giggle behind you. "uh, no, i'm not," you spoke, making his face light up softly and he began to speak until heeseung ran back into the bar. "dude, we have to go, she just left," he said frantically, making jake sigh. "fuck, alright, i'll be out there," jake said, making heeseung nod as he runs back out, and he continues to speak, "shit, i have to go, can i get your number or instagram? just something."
you nodded, typing your instagram quickly on his phone and he thanks you before rushing out, grabbing another guy on his way out. you turned back to your girl as they laugh a bunch. "what the fuck just happened..," your best friend, yunjin, said, super confused. "i have no idea, i mean, he was blonde, so..," you said, making yunjin raise an eyebrow. "you into blondes?" she said, taking a sip of her margarita as you nod. "kind of... well, he was cute, i don't even know his name though," you mumbled as yunjin laughed. "you'll know soon, hopefully," she said as your phone lit up with a follow notification from someone called jake.
you were walking on campus about a week after with your books when you bump into someone, immediately apologizing. "i am so sorry about that," you say until you look up and see jake. "o-oh, no worries about that- wait... the girl from the club?" he said, making you get awkward. "yeah.. um, name is yn," you spoke softly. jake swore his brain broke hearing your name, so pretty. "u-uh, i'm jake, sorry we couldn't properly introduce each other." you nod before speaking again, "no worries, is everything good now?" he started awkwardly before putting a hand on his neck, "um, it's... okay, just okay."
you hum before your best friends come out of nowhere and jump behind you. "yn! we got the good shit this t— wait isn't that—" yunjin said, hushing her immediately. you stared at her when your other friend, keeho, came after. "yn, did you get the not- jake? what's up!" he said, dabbing up jake as you get confused. "you know him?" you said to keeho as he nods. "yeah, he's friends with sunghoon," he said, making you say 'oh'. "you know sunghoon, jake?" you asked, making him nod. "he's my roommate," he replied before opening his mouth again, "wait, how do you know sunghoon?"
"through keeho, they were friends in high school, right?" you said, making keeho nod in agreement. "ah, okay, i see," jake said before getting a text, "i gotta head out, it was nice seeing you again, yn, i'll text you? if it's alright with you." you nodded and waved goodbye to him as he leaves. keeho raises an eyebrow at you when he is out of sight, asking how you know him. you and yunjin awkwardly exchange looks, opening your mouth to say 'it's complicated...' and continue walking with them to the dorms.
around 7pm, you get a dm from jake, on his instagram, opening it up slowly.
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simjjkes: heyy its jake
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you bit your lip, thinking of a reply. what would you say? hey? too basic. hi? too dry. hi jakee? hm... it'll have to do.
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simjjkes: heyy its jake
you: hi jakee
simjjkes: are u busy rn by any chance?
you: nope, why?
simjjkes: you wanna come by my dorm? a bunch of people are over rn and i don't really know them
you: you sure? don't wanna intrude lol
simjjkes: yep, you down?
you: you bet, what dorm number?
simjjkes: no need, ill pick u up from outside, meet me near the lamp post
you: okey see you
simjjkes: liked a message
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you got up from your bed and called yunjin for help, as she wasn't physically in the dorm at the time. "pink or black?" you asked, holding up both to the mirror as yunjin was on speaker. "hm... black, it might match the vibe more than the pink," she said, making you hum. "yeah, you're right," you said, putting your hoodie on with your jewelry, "wait, blue or black jeans?" "dark, dark blue, definitely, don't want the black and black to clash," she said, making you nod. "thanks jen, i'll text you when i get there with jake," you said, making her say okay, then hang up.
you grabbed your bag and keys and began walking down the hall, opening the door and going outside, seeing jake waiting for you. he was busy on his phone, but all you could do was stare at his soft, blonde hair in his black and gray ombre hoodie. he suddenly looked up, smiled softly, and walked over to you, "yn, you ready?" you nodded and started walking with him. you noticed him staring at you as you walked and you smiled softly, the moonlight casting a beautiful ray over you. jake felt his pulse race faster and faster as he stared.
he suddenly snapped out of it when he saw you pull out your phone, getting a call from someone named "jun". he felt jealous staring at it until he heard who was on the other side of the phone; stupid choi yeonjun. he heard him talking about the party and poked his cheek with his tongue as he heard you speak. "jun, i'll be there, just chill," you said before hanging up the phone and rolling your eyes. "who was that?" jake said, voice tensed up slightly. "yeonjun, you might know him," you said, putting your phone back in your pocket as you guys walk to the dorm.
"uh, yeah, i do," he said, being a bit more awkward before saying, "how do you know him, yn?" you went silent for a second before opening your mouth. "uh, he's my friend's ex, from freshman," you said, making jake feel more awkward and jealous. "oh, i see," he mumbled, poking his cheek again as you nodded, "did you still have feelings for him? not when your friend dated him, but just in general," you shook your head, "no, i didn't, it was like.. two years ago? he was a bit stupid anyway." jake swore he felt his heartbeat slow down in relief, "oh, okay."
as you guys approached the dorm, you heard people being loud and talking a lot, covering your ears as discreetly as you could, yet jake catches you and asks if you're okay. "it's just loud," you said, making jake pause before holding your hand, checking if it's okay. you nodded softly and walking in with him. you saw a bunch of people drinking and being loud, looking around the clean yet full dorm. you held jake's hand tighter, causing him to immediately push his way to his room and closing the door as you both get in.
"sorry, yn, didn't know they invited so many people," he said, laying down on his couch in front of his bed as you sit next to him. you guys began talking for a while about silly topics, like who would be the most talkative during the exams or who would interrupt lecture to go to the bathroom. you laughs softly and jake noticed it, smiling more and more as you spoke and laughed with him. he looked at your glossy, soft lips and came closer to you.
you noticed him staring at your lips and slowly stopped talking. "yn," he said, coming closer to your face and holding your cheek as he comes to your lips. "jake..," you replied, about to kiss him when sunghoon and his girlfriend burst in the room asking for a favor, making you both jump away from each other. "u-uh, what's up, hoon?" sunghoon and his girlfriend exchange looks before leaving, closing the door on their way out. you and jake get awkward and make eye contact, immediately looking away shyly.
"sorry about that, yn, i should've locked it," he said, making you hum softly. "don't worry about it, you're okay," you said, looking at his lips again, "so... should we pick up where we left off?" he nodded immediately, coming closer to your lips and kissing them softly. jake's soft, plump lips against yours felt right. perfect and right.
a few weeks had passed since that day. you and jake had been going out often and honestly? it was going great. nothing bad had happened. just two people who like each other in a calm, slow loving way. you felt a certain way just for jake, a way you never felt for your exes, a way you never felt for anyone.
"jakey," you said softly, making him look up from his phone. "hm? what's up, love?" he said, staring at you. "try this croissant, it's yummy," you said, raising the strawberry croissant to his mouth as he bites into it. "mm, yummy," he smiles as he eats it. as you begin to start talking, you notice jake staring at someone and suddenly becoming distracted. "jake? what's wrong?" you said, breaking him out of his trance. "nothing, yn, nothing," he said, more distant than before. you became awkward and continue eating your pastry until jake packs up suddenly.
"jake? where are yo—" "i'll talk to you later," he said, rushing out the cafè to get to someone, who you noticed was a girl. you felt insecurity slowly come as you see jake and her talk. you didn't want to. hell, you barely get insecure and jealous, but seeing how pretty this girl was, you felt your pulse race. you immediately packed up your stuff and rushed back to campus, about to cry.
as you entered your dorm and rushed to yunjin, she immediately comforted you. "yn... what did she look like?" she asked, making you open your phone and showing her the picture in tears. "that's... that's jake's ex, yn," she said slowly, making your heart break into a million pieces. "you're lying, right? that isn't his ex, right? please, yunjin, don't lie to me," you said, voice cracking as tears fall slowly and your makeup being ruined. yunjin stared at you with sympathy as she holds you, "it is his ex, yn, it is."
you sobbed in yunjins' arms as she held you. as the time reached 6pm, she had to leave for her lecture. she apologized, saying she'll get chinese takeout after, and left. you layed on the couch, crying a bunch until you heard knocks on the dorm door. you didn't think anyone would be at the dorm today, so you ignored it. you heard a second round of knocking, still ignoring it. but you suddenly got a text from jake, saying "yn open the door please". you stared at the text and still ghosted his text and his knocking. he knocked once more before calling your number.
you took a few moments before answering, and jake began rambling, "yn, please, open the door, okay?" you stayed silent as he continued talking, "yn, whatever you saw earlier, i swear it was nothing, she was trying to spread something around, i was trying to protect you, protect us, just please, open the door, i'm begging you." you listened to his breathing before hanging up. jake stood outside the door, tears threatening to fall as he almost walked away. until he heard the door open.
he turned around quickly and immediately ran into the room, closing the door and hugging you tightly while apologizing profusely. "y-yn, fuck— i'm so sorry, baby, i'm so fuckin' sorry. she was trying to spread lies about you and i, i swear on everything i wasn't trying to talk with her in general, i was trying to protect you and our... whatever it is, okay? i only want you, yn, you and only you," he said, pulling his arms off you and holding your face. you nodded softly, making him sigh in relief. "thank fucking god, you forgive me, right? please say you do baby," he said, staring in your eyes, falling more and more in love with your doe eyes. "yes, jake, i do," you said, making him sigh again.
"oh, fuck, thank you," he says, colliding your softness and his slightly dryness together and kissing you before pulling away, "i was so scared, i promise that it's you, yn, all i want is you." you nod, "i was too, jake, but... i trust you, with everything and with all of me." you suddenly grip his hoodie and kiss him, catching him off guard. he holds your waist and kisses you more and more as you guide him to your bedroom as he smirks against your lips. let's just say it was... an interesting night.
as morning arrived, the sun beamed through your curtains and you opened your eyes softly, feeling jakes hands on your waist, hugging you from behind. you smiled and flipped sides to stare at his sleeping form. "so cute," you smiled, playing with his golden locks and smiling softer. you stopped playing with his hair for a moment until you hear his morning voice. "yn, keep playing with my hair," he mumbled, holding your waist more. "mhm, yun, i will," you say, playing with it again as he smiles.
"good, baby, good," he says, smiling softly and cuddling more into your warmth, "oh, by the way, you like lilies, right?" you nod, asking after. "no reason, babe, no reason," he said, kissing your lips and smiling.
a few days had passed and jake had been acting... a bit suspicious. not a bit, A LOT. he was hiding his phone, going out too often, and barely replying to your messages. you began getting worried, asking your best friend for help. "what if he met a new girl! fuck, that's horrible, jen!" you said, crashing out slowly. she sighed, "maybe he has a surprise? i doubt it's some other girl." you pouted, sitting back down as you sighed, "it's a possibility, jen, not that it's true, just a possibility."
you felt your phone suddenly buzz, and your phone lit up; got a text from him. "love meet me outside, k?" you stared at your screen confused, showing yunjin. she looked up softly, a teasing glancd in her eyes, and shrugged while telling you to go outside. you paused before putting on your uggs on and begin walking out. you noticed jake outside holding stuff behind his back. "jake? what's up?" you asked, walking over to him, wondering what's behind hm.
"u-um yn?" he mumbled softly, making you confused. "yes, jake?" "i... i have to say it. i like you yn— not even like, i love you, yn, so fucking much, more than anyone i've loved before. so... will you be my girlfriend?" he says, pulling out the lilies and all your favorite things while shaking slightly. "jake... don't play with me, please be serious," you say, eyes tearing up. "i am serious, baby. i'm so serious." you stare at the stuff, taking it and putting it down on the bench, then pulling jake into a deep kiss. as you pull away after the long kiss stops, he holds your waist and asks a question, "so, is that a yes?" you laugh softly, "yes, jake, i would love to be your girlfriend." he sighs loudly and kisses you again, "thank fucking god."
lin's diary entry 2001 — lol its out now 😭 onto the next members heh !! lmk if you wanna be tagged for this series !!!
I came across this video on my instagram https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5iTO2JrU5u/?igsh=MTVoOWVnenI1N212Mw== and was wondering if you could do the same situation with Jake from Enhypen <3
Aww, this is saurrr cute. Of course, I can write this up for ya ;)
You’re My Baby Too ~ S.JY
pairing: husband!dad!jake x wife!mom!reader | wc: 300 | plot: your husband loves teasing you about not giving away all of his kisses. | cw: pure fluff (link to the video)
Getting married young definitely had its perks.
For one, you could have unapologetic, unprotected, guiltless sex and if you got pregnant your family was more likely to praise you for it rather than shame you.
Everyone could agree that having a baby was both desired and admired for a married couple.
As of now, you and Jake have been married for 3 years. Almost 2 years ago, you had your first baby together, a boy, and you both decided on the name Owen.
Since his birth, the two of you have done almost everything together. Every now and then Jake liked to tease you about it.
"Hey, I thought I was your baby," he pouted as Owen laid across your chest.
"You're my baby too," you smiled as he gave you those big puppy eyes. To be honest, you loved both of your boys, and he knew your heart melted every time he made that face.
"Really?" he pouted as he sat on the other side of you.
"Yes," you smiled as he nuzzled his face into your neck.
"Ngh!" Owen grunted as Jake kissed your cheek. "No," he spat before climbing up to place a kiss on your cheek. He stuck his tongue out as Jake's eyes widened.
"Oh yeah?" Jake smirked as he pulled your chin to kiss you on the lips. The baby punched the couch as Jake poked his tongue out, mocking him.
Owen grabbed your head and kissed you several times before giving Jake a dirty look.
"Boys," you laughed. "Cut it out already. I love you both," you giggled before kissing Owen and Jake on the cheek.
"Ah ah ah. You better not start giving away all my kisses," Jake stood to his feet. "No way little guy. This is my girl," Jake laughed as he walked over to pick up Owenand scoot him to the side. "Isn't that right?" he grinned as he delicately kissed your lips.
"Ahh!" Owen growled as he smacked Jake's leg and pouted.
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Yuna and Jake have spent years trading insults and victories in debate halls, at family gatherings, everywhere they meet. But when they're thrown together at a luxurious beach resort, their endless bickering starts to feel different. Between moonlit walks, they discover there might be more to each other than sharp words and competitive sparks. The problem? Admitting it means losing the game they've played for so long.
There are only 6 chapters, and I'm not sure how to continue it.
word count: 8.8k
PROLOGUE: THE IVY CAGE
The academy’s bells chimed, their silver notes dripping down the ivy-choked stone walls like honey—too sweet, too slow.
Yuna Kim hated them. She hated mornings as well, which is why she was in a bad mood. It was 6:30 am, her first class of the day started in an hour.
She had just gotten to school, stopping at the edge of the quad, her shadow stretching long and lean across the cobblestones, the last of the golden hour light catching the delicate gold threading in her blazer’s crest. Her uniform was perfection—tailored at the wrists to show the glint of her grandmother’s watch, the pleats of her skirt pressed sharp enough to draw blood. But the way she wore it—one strap of her bookbag dangling carelessly off her shoulder, the top button of her blouse perpetually undone—whispered rebellion beneath the polish.
Across the courtyard, Jake lounged on the edge of the marble fountain, the light emphasising the sharp line of his jaw. He looked like old money incarnate—his blazer draped over his shoulders like a coronation robe, his scarf neatly folded on the edge of the fountain. But his fingers, drumming a restless rhythm against the fountain’s edge, betrayed him. The Sim heir was bored.
Sim, as in the Sim Group, the Fortune 500 company his grandfather started from scratch, the company that gave him his reputation, and most likely his acceptance letter. Of course, that was only Yuna's opinion.
"Lost, Sim?" Yuna called, her voice slicing through the humid air. "Or just realising no one’s here to applaud your brooding?"
Jake didn’t even turn. "Ah, Kim. I’d recognise that stuck-up tone anywhere—like a violin being strangled."
"And I’d recognise your posture anywhere—like a duke with a stomachache." She stepped closer, her shoes clicking against the stone. "What’s the matter? Run out of sycophants to entertain?"
Finally, he looked at her. The smirk was practised, but his eyes—dark and glittering—were alive with challenge. "Just saving my energy for when it matters. You should try it sometime."
"Oh, I do." She tilted her head, letting her bookbag drop to the ground with a thud. "But unlike you, I don’t confuse laziness with strategy."
A beat. Then—
Jake laughed, sharp and surprised, the sound echoing off the library’s leaded windows. "God, you’re exhausting."
"And you’re predictable." She plucked his scarf from the fountain’s edge, letting the silk slither through her fingers. "This was your father’s, wasn’t it? You always wear it when you’re nervous."
His grin didn’t waver, but his fingers stilled. "Careful, Kim. People might think you’re paying attention."
"Please." She tossed the scarf back at him. "I just have an eye for weakness."
The air between them crackled—not just with the old, familiar tension, but something new. Something that made Yuna’s pulse jump when Jake rose to his full height, practically towering over her. She refused to step back, refused to show him that having him so close made her question if she was really bothered by his presence.
"Funny," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. "So do I."
For a heartbeat, they stood there, the scent of his cologne (expensive, woodsy, infuriating) wrapping around them like a dare.
Then the bells chimed again.
Yuna stepped back, smoothing her blazer. "Try not to drown in the fountain, Sim. I’d hate to miss our debate tomorrow."
Jake’s smirk was a blade. "Would you, though?"
She left him there, the taste of their words still sharp on her tongue.
The corridor smelled of lemon polish and ambition.
Yuna cut through the crowd like a blade through silk, her stack of books—Nietzsche, Keynes, an annotated copy of The Art of War—stacked in her arms. She didn’t need to look up to know he was there. The air always thickened when Jake was near.
"Careful, princess," came the voice from her left. Jake leaned against a locker, his blazer slung over one shoulder, his tie loose around his throat like a noose he couldn’t be bothered to tighten. "You might actually outshine the honours board one day."
Yuna didn’t break stride. "Oh, please, Sim. Don’t think your banker’s charm can outdo raw intelligence."
"Darling, my charm is intelligence." He fell into step beside her, his smirk audible. "Unlike some people, I know when to wield it."
A group of juniors scattered like startled birds as Yuna whirled on him, her books a hair’s breadth from his chest. "Is that what you call it? I’ve seen more cunning in a goldfish."
Jake’s grin widened. "And yet here you are, arguing with one."
Behind them, a chorus of muffled giggles erupted. Professor Huff sighed into his coffee.
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The auditorium hummed with tension.
Yuna stood at the podium, her fingers curled around the edges of her notes. "Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people," she declared, her voice slicing through the room. "This academy clings to its past like a security blanket while the rest of the world evolves."
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
Jake, lounging in his seat like a king on a borrowed throne, waited a beat too long before rising. "Spoken like someone who’s never had to consider the weight of history," he said, smooth as aged whiskey. "Sometimes, practicality trumps idealism, Yuna."
"Then you clearly haven’t considered the cost of your practicality." Her eyes locked onto his. "What’s the point of preserving a system that only works for people like you?"
A hush.
Jake’s smirk faltered—just for a second—before he recovered. "People like me?"
"Yes, Sim, Old money." She tilted her chin up. " That comes along with the fear of change."
The room held its breath.
Jake’s fingers tapped once, twice against the podium. Then—"At least I don’t confuse recklessness with progress."
The debate moderator cleared her throat. "Point to Yuna."
Jake’s jaw tightened. Yuna’s pulse roared in her ears.
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The library at dusk was a cathedral of whispers.
Yuna lingered in the stacks, her fingers trailing over leather-bound spines, when Jake’s voice drifted around the corner.
"—she’s brilliant, but so annoyingly stubborn." A pause. "I just wonder if I’ll ever crack her armour."
Her breath hitched.
His friend- Heeseung, probably- laughed. “Sounds like you want to do more than argue with her."
"Don’t be absurd." Jake’s tone was light, but something beneath it cracked. "It’s just... frustrating. She refuses to see anything beyond her own narrative."
Yuna’s grip on the book in her hands turned white-knuckled.
Armor.
The word lodged itself in her ribs like a shard of glass.
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The final bell rang like an eerie echo across campus.
Students spilled into the halls, laughter and relief spread through the school. Yuna stood at her locker, methodically clearing out months of notes and dried-up pens.
A shadow fell across her.
Jake leaned against the adjacent locker, his bag slung carelessly over one shoulder. "No dramatic parting words, Kim?"
She slammed the locker shut. "What’s the point? You’ll just twist them into something clever."
“Probably." His gaze flicked to her mouth, then away. "Summer at the beach resort?"
"Unfortunately."
"Good." He pushed off the locker. "Maybe the salt air will soften you up."
"Or maybe the city smog will finally suffocate you," she shot back.
Jake laughed—softly, surprised. "God, I hope not."
For a moment, they just looked at each other. The air between them crackled with everything unsaid.
Then he turned, walking away with that infuriating swagger. "See you next term, darling."
Yuna’s lips curved, just slightly. "Save me a seat, Sim."
The Bentley purred along the coastal road, its leather seats cool against Yuna’s bare legs despite the July heat. Outside, the Atlantic glittered like shattered sapphires, the salt-kissed wind tugging at the silk scarf her mother had insisted she wear.
"Must you slouch, darling?" Mrs. Kim’s voice was polished steel wrapped in velvet. She adjusted her diamond-studded sunglasses in the vanity mirror. "Honestly, one would think we raised you in a barn."
Yuna resisted the urge to roll her shoulders back. "My posture is fine, eomma."
"It’s mother when we’re in public," came the automatic correction. Her father didn’t glance up from his financial briefings, but his knuckles whitened around his fountain pen.
The resort emerged like a mirage—whitewashed villas cascading down the cliffs, their terracotta roofs blazing against the cerulean sky. Riviera Blanc. A monument to old-money leisure, where the champagne never warmed and the staff remembered your allergies before you did.
Yuna’s stomach coiled.
Her mother caught her expression. "Cheer up. The Sim family won’t arrive until Thursday."
Ice slid down Yuna’s spine. "Great, just what I needed, a vacation with Jake ”
Mrs. Kim sent a glare Yoona's way as the car rolled to a stop beneath a porte-cochère draped in wisteria. A butler materialised, his smile as practised as Yuna’s own.
“Welcome home, Miss Kim."
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Riviera Blanc was a study in controlled decadence.
Yuna’s heels clicked against marble as she crossed the lobby, the vaulted ceiling frescoes dripping with gilded grapevines and smug cherubs. Her suite boasted a four-poster bed and a balcony overlooking the infinity pool, where bronzed socialites sipped cocktails shaped like seashells.
She tossed her luggage onto the brocade settee and immediately FaceTimed her only ally.
"They ambushed me," she hissed the second Aiden’s face appeared. "The Sims are coming. Him. This is a setup."
Aiden whistled. "Damn. Your mom plays dirtier than a Monaco croupier."
A knock interrupted them.
"Miss? Your mother requested your presence at the croquet lawn."
Yuna groaned. “Tell her I’m unpacking."
"She said to remind you that the Sim jet just landed early."
The phone slipped from Yuna’s fingers.
---
The croquet lawn was a battlefield in pastel.
Yuna arrived to find her mother laughing with Jessica Sim over spritzes, their wide-brimmed hats casting dagger-sharp shadows. And there—
Jake stood near the wickets, his linen shirt rolled to the elbows, his hair tousled by the sea breeze. He looked unfairly at ease, like he’d been born with a mallet in his hand and the sun at his back.
"Ah! There’s our girl." Mrs. Kim beckoned with a gloved hand. "Jake was just telling us about his internship at—what was it, dear? That little hedge fund?"
"Blackstone, actually," Jake said, smiling sweetly. "But I’m sure it seems quaint from the Kim vantage point."
Yuna accepted the proffered mallet with lethal grace. "How modest of you, Sim."
"Darling, I’m nothing if not humble." His grin was a challenge.
The game began.
Yuna’s ball rocketed through the first wicket, grazing Jake’s ankle.
"Oops." She blinked up at him, all faux innocence. "Did that practicality of yours get in the way?"
Jake’s eyes darkened. "You play like you debate." He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "All attack, no strategy."
Their mothers exchanged glances.
Jessica Sim sighed. "Children, must you?"
"Yes," they said in unison.
The game continued when Yuna’s mallet struck her ball with a satisfying thwack, sending it careening past Jake’s and knocking his into the hedges.
"Oops," she said again, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Seems like your strategy needs work."
Jake’s jaw tightened, but his smirk never wavered. He retrieved his ball, brushing off invisible dirt with exaggerated care. "Oh, princess, the game’s not over yet."
"But my patience for you is", she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear.
Her mother cleared her throat, shooting her a warning glance. "Yuna, darling, must you be so competitive?"
"It’s not competitiveness, mother," Yuna said, emphasising the word with a pointed look. "It’s just fun to watch Sim lose."
Jake’s laugh was low, amused. "Careful, Kim. You’re starting to sound like you actually care."
That was it.
Yuna handed her mallet to a nearby attendant with a forced smile. "I’m done. Enjoy your victory lap, I’m sure it’ll be the highlight of your summer."
Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and strode off the lawn, the crunch of gravel beneath her heels echoing her irritation.
---
Yuna collapsed onto the couch in the lobby, pulling her phone out and dialling a familiar number. Aiden answered just before it went to voicemail.
“What took you so long?” she asked, voice still laced with annoyance from her encounter with Jake. “I was busy, Riki’s here by the way.” She paused for a second before continuing, “What's wrong, wait no, let me guess, it's Jake.”
"They’re insufferable," she hissed, "My mother is practically throwing me at him, and he’s just—ugh."
Aiden’s laughter crackled through the line. "Sounds like you’re having the time of your life."
"I’d rather be stuck being a third wheel with you and Riki the whole summer."
"Dramatic. Just go for a swim. Cool off. Literally."
Yuna sighed, eyeing the crystal-clear water. "Fine. But if I drown, I’m blaming you." She could hear Riki in the background, laughing, “Tell Riki I say hi”
“Will do, now go have fun, and try not to argue with him too much.”
She hung up, walking to the pool, when she froze halfway to the pool lounge.
There, reclining on a lounger like some kind of sun-kissed god, was Jake. His designer swim shorts—because, of course, they were designer—were a stupid shade of navy that matched his eyes, and his chest glistened with a sheen of sunscreen and arrogance.
"Fancy meeting you here, Yuna," he drawled, lifting his sunglasses to peer at her. "I thought you’d vanish into a pile of books."
Yuna’s grip on her towel tightened. "I would love to, if you ever left me alone for long enough."
Jake’s grin was infuriating. "Where’s the fun in that?"
Across the pool, their parents were deep in conversation, laughing over some shared childhood anecdote—probably that time Jake had pushed her into a fountain at a wedding when they were twelve. The memory alone made her teeth grind.
"You’re enjoying this," she accused.
"Immensely." He stretched, muscles flexing under golden skin. "Watching you squirm is my new favourite pastime."
Yuna wanted to strangle him. Or push him into the pool. Or— "Yuna! Jake!" Jessica Sim’s voice carried across the water. "Dinner in an hour. Don’t be late!"
Jake saluted lazily. "Wouldn’t dream of it, Mother."
Yuna turned on her heel and stalked away, his laughter trailing after her like a shadow.
---
Dinner was a nightmare.
The resort’s grand dining hall was a vision of opulence—candlelight flickering off crystal glasses, fresh roses spilling from porcelain vases, and a string quartet playing something classical and obnoxious.
And of course, Yuna was seated directly across from Jake.
"So, Yuna," Jassica began, sipping her wine. "Your mother tells me you’ve been accepted to Columbia. Impressive."
"Thank you," Yuna said, forcing a smile. "Though I’m sure Jake’s admission to Yale is equally notable."
The table filled with polite laughter. Jake’s fork paused mid-bite.
"Ah, there’s that razor-sharp wit," he said, recovering smoothly. "Though I’d expect nothing less from someone who literally wrote the book on overachieving."
"At least I write my own material," she shot back. "How’s that internship going? Or did Daddy just hand you that too?"
The guests gasped—just enough to be noticeable—before covering it with coughs and sips of wine.
Jake’s smile was lethal. "Funny. I could ask you the same about your charity work."
Yuna’s fingers clenched around her napkin. "Touché."
Their parents exchanged glances, equal parts exasperated and amused.
"They’ve always been like this," Mrs. Yoon said fondly, as if they were discussing toddlers squabbling over toys.
"Remember that debate tournament in eighth grade?" Margaret added, laughing. "They nearly got disqualified for excessive hostility."
Yuna and Jake locked eyes over the table, a silent agreement passing between them:
The Sim family yacht, Alexandria, cut through the turquoise waters with effortless grace, its polished decks gleaming under the relentless summer sun. Yuna gripped the railing as the boat crested another wave, her stomach lurching in time with the swell. The salt-kissed wind whipped her hair into a frenzy, the strands lashing against her cheeks like tiny rebukes.
I will not be sick. I will not—
"Never took you for the seasick type, Kim," Jake's voice cut through her nausea, closer than expected. She turned to find him leaning against the mast, the sunlight turning his skin golden, his white linen shirt fluttering open to reveal the sharp lines of his collarbone. A lazy smirk played at his lips, but his eyes, dark and glittering with mischief, were fixed on her death grip on the railing.
"Never took you for the observant type, Sim," she shot back, though her usual bite was dulled by the way her stomach rolled.
The yacht dipped suddenly, and Yuna's knees buckled. She barely registered Jake's arm shooting out to steady her, his fingers warm and firm around her elbow.
"Easy there, princess. Wouldn't want you decorating the deck."
She yanked her arm away, but the warmth of his touch lingered. "I'm fine."
A small voice piped up beside them. "Oppa... I don't feel good."
Jake's younger cousin, Yuri, stood swaying like a sapling in a storm, her face tinged an alarming shade of green. Yuna watched, transfixed, as Jake's entire demeanour shifted—the teasing glint in his eyes softening into something tender, almost protective. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his windbreaker and draped it around the girl's shoulders, his movements careful, deliberate.
"Hey, no worries," he murmured, crouching to her level. "Focus on the horizon. It helps."
Yuri nodded shakily, her small fingers clutching his sleeve. Jake guided her to the bow, his voice low and steady as he pointed out distant sailboats and diving gulls, distracting her with stories of mermaids and pirate treasure.
Yuna couldn't look away.
The wind carried their voices back to her—Jake's laughter, Yuri's tentative giggles—and something unfamiliar twisted in her chest. This wasn't the Jake who smirked his way through debates or needled her with barbed compliments. This was... different.
"What?"
She startled as Jake reappeared at her side, his usual smirk back in place, though his eyes flickered with something unreadable.
"See something you like?"
Yuna rolled her eyes, but the retort died on her lips. "Just surprised you know how to be decent."
"Stick around, princess." He leaned in, close enough that she caught the scent of salt and sunscreen on his skin. "I’m full of surprises."
The ocean spray kissed her cheeks, or maybe it was the heat rising in her own traitorous face.
---
The volleyball court was a sunbaked stretch of powdery white sand, framed by swaying palms and the occasional cry of a seagull. Yuna adjusted the strap of her tankini, squinting against the glare as Jake served the ball with unnecessary force.
"Try to keep up, Kim," he taunted, his grin blinding against his sun-kissed skin.
"Try to serve properly, Sim," she shot back, lunging to return the ball with a satisfying smack.
The game devolved into chaos within minutes.
Yuna dove for a spike, her fingers barely grazing the ball before she collided mid-air with Jake. They crashed into the sand in a tangle of limbs, the ball bouncing pathetically into the net.
"That was my point!" Yuna sputtered, spitting out a mouthful of sand.
Jake groaned beneath her, his chest vibrating with laughter. "Your point? You hit me in the face!"
She shoved off him, but her lips twitched despite herself. "And yet, still an improvement."
Their teams were in shambles—Jake’s cousin had abandoned the game to build sandcastles, and Yuna’s brother was too busy filming their humiliation for TikTok.
Jake sat up, brushing sand from his hair, his grin unrepentant. "Admit it," he said, his voice teasingly low. "You’re enjoying this."
"I’d enjoy it more if you stopped existing for five seconds."
He lobbed the ball at her head. She ducked, laughing as it sailed past her and into the surf.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, the tension between them shifting into something lighter, almost playful. The sun beat down, the waves crashed, and Yuna realised, with a start, that she was enjoying herself.
---
The leak was undeniable.
Water dripped from Yuna’s ceiling in a steady, mocking rhythm, pooling around her ruined Louis Vuitton trunk. The resort manager wrung his hands, his apologetic smile strained.
"So sorry, Miss Kim. A storm last week damaged the roof. We’re moving you to another cottage immediately."
Jessica Sim clapped her hands, her diamond bracelets glinting in the lamplight. "Nonsense! Yuna can stay with Jake. His cottage has two bedrooms."
Jake choked on his iced tea. "What?"
"Perfect!" Mrs. Kim beamed, as if this were the most natural solution in the world. "They’ll hardly notice each other."
Yuna and Jake locked eyes across the sodden carpet, a silent understanding passing between them.
This was war.
---
The cottage was a cosy haven of exposed beams and sea-worn wood, the kind of place that smelled like salt and old books. Yuna hovered in the kitchenette, poking at a stolen plate of fruit while Jake rummaged through the fridge.
A sudden storm had knocked out the power, leaving the room bathed in the flickering glow of candles. Shadows danced across the walls, softening the edges of everything, including Jake’s usually sharp features.
"Ever notice how even the stars seem to be on your side tonight?" Jake nodded to the skylight, where the Milky Way sprawled above them in a breathtaking tapestry of light.
Yuna froze, a strawberry halfway to her lips. The sincerity in his voice was disarming. "Or maybe they’re just tired of your constant sarcasm."
Jake laughed, low and warm, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "There she is."
Silence settled between them, comfortable this time. The ocean hummed beyond the porch, a lullaby of waves and distant crickets.
Yuna studied him—really studied him. The way his brow furrowed when he concentrated. The faint scar above his collarbone (a childhood accident she’d never asked about). The quiet rhythm of his breathing.
Something shifted.
"You’re staring," he murmured, not looking up.
"You’re hallucinating."
But when he met her gaze, the usual challenge was gone. Replaced by something... new.
The air between them crackled, charged with unspoken words and the weight of everything they hadn’t yet said.
The silence between them stretched, thick and warm, until a sudden bolt of lightning split the sky. The accompanying thunder shook the cottage windows, rattling the teacups in their saucers.
Yuna jumped, her fingers tightening around the edge of the couch.
Jake smirked. "Scared of a little thunder, princess?"
She shot him a glare, but her pulse still hammered in her throat. "I was startled, not scared. There’s a difference."
Another flash illuminated the room, casting his sharp features in stark relief—the amused curve of his mouth, the way his dark eyes gleamed in the flickering candlelight.
"Sure," he drawled, stretching his arms behind his head. "Because Yuna Kim doesn’t get scared."
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. The storm outside was relentless, rain lashing against the windows like it was demanding to be let in.
Jake’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. He glanced at it, then sighed. "Power’s not coming back until morning."
Yuna groaned, tipping her head back against the couch. "Fantastic.
A beat of silence. Then—
"I’ve got movies downloaded," Jake offered, nudging her knee with his. "If you’re startled enough to need a distraction."
She eyed him suspiciously. "What kind of movies?"
"The kind that’ll make fun of you if you fall asleep halfway through."
Yuna scoffed. "As if."
---
They ended up on Jake’s bed—because the couch was too small, and because, as Jake pointed out, "It’s not like I’m asking you to share a blanket, Kim."
Yuna took the blanket anyway.
His phone screen cast a dim glow over them, the movie—some action flick Jake had insisted was a "cinematic masterpiece"—playing at low volume. Yuna tucked her legs beneath her, careful to keep a respectable distance between them.
Not that it mattered.
Somewhere around the second car chase, her eyelids grew heavy. The rain outside had softened to a steady hum, the warmth of the blanket and the low rumble of Jake’s commentary lulling her into a drowsy haze.
She didn’t even realise she’d drifted off until she felt the weight of the blanket being adjusted over her shoulders.
---
Jake watched her for a long moment.
Yuna slept like she did everything else—with quiet intensity, her brows slightly furrowed, as if even her dreams required her full attention. The flickering candlelight caught the curve of her cheek, the soft part of her lips.
He hesitated, then carefully shifted closer, pulling her against him.
She didn’t stir.
His breath hitched as her head settled against his chest, her hair tickling his chin. He half-expected her to wake up and shove him away, to snap something sharp and defensive.
But she didn’t.
So he stayed there, listening to the rain and the steady rhythm of her breathing, until sleep claimed him too.
---
The Morning After
Yuna woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and the distinct feeling of warmth wrapped around her.
She blinked, disoriented, before realisation slammed into her.
Jake.
His arm was slung over her waist, his breathing even against her shoulder. For a wild, heart-stopping second, she debated staying perfectly still—just to see what would happen.
Then his voice, rough with sleep, murmured against her hair:
"Morning, princess."
Yuna launched herself off the bed, nearly tripping over the tangled blanket. "We—you—what?"
Jake propped himself up on one elbow, his grin slow and smug. "You clung to me like a koala all night. It was adorable."
"Liar."
"You even snored."
"I do not snore!"
He raised a brow. "How would you know?"
Yuna opened her mouth, then snapped it shut, her face burning.
Jake laughed, stretching as he stood. "Relax, Kim. It was just sleeping."
But as he turned away, she caught the faintest hint of pink on his ears.
And suddenly, the teasing didn’t feel so one-sided.
The resort's seaside breakfast terrace glittered under the Mediterranean sun, white linen tablecloths fluttering in the salt-tinged breeze. Yuna sat stiffly in her wicker chair, the delicate china coffee cup feeling absurdly fragile in her grip. Across the table, Jake leaned back with practised ease, sunlight catching the gold flecks in his hazel eyes as he buttered a croissant with infuriating precision.
The scent of fresh orange juice and warm pastries should have been comforting. Instead, Yuna's stomach churned with every knowing glance their mothers exchanged.
"You both look... refreshed this morning," Jessica Sim remarked, stirring her jasmine tea with deliberate slowness. Her perfectly manicured finger tapped the spoon's handle three times before setting it down.
Yuna's knuckles whitened around her fork. "The storm kept me up most of the night."
"Oh?" Mrs. Kim's burgundy lips curved as she dabbed nonexistent crumbs from her mouth. "I heard the power was out in your cottage, Jake. How dreadful."
Jake's knee bumped Yuna's under the table - whether accidentally or on purpose, she couldn't tell. "We managed," he said smoothly, reaching for the silver coffee pot. The sunlight caught on his signet ring as he poured, the Sim family crest glinting. "Though Yuna nearly brained herself tripping over an ottoman in the dark."
"You left it in the middle of the floor!"
"And yet you're the one who fell over it, princess."
Jessica's delighted chuckle made Yuna's ears burn. "How very... domestic of you both."
The croissant Yuna had been chewing turned to sawdust in her mouth. Across the table, she noticed the way Jake's thumb rubbed absent circles on his coffee cup - his tell when he was uncomfortable. The realisation that she knew his tells now sent an unexpected flutter through her chest.
Mrs. Kim leaned forward, her pearl earrings catching the light. "You know, Jessica, they remind me of us at that age. Always bickering, always in each other's space..."
Yuna choked on her orange juice. Jake reached over to thump her back, his palm warm through the thin silk of her blouse.
"We are nothing like you two," Yuna gasped when she could breathe again.
Jake's hand lingered between her shoulder blades a second too long before withdrawing. "Speak for yourself, Kim. I'd kill to have my mother's backhand."
The resulting laughter from their parents only made the heat in Yuna's cheeks burn hotter.
---
The Phone Call
Yuna escaped to the resort's cliffside gardens, the stone path rough beneath her bare feet. Hibiscus blossoms trembled in the sea breeze as she collapsed onto a wrought-iron bench, finally able to breathe.
Her phone rang twice before Aiden picked up.
"Hey, I thought you'd never call, too busy flirting with Jake," came her voice, slightly muffled as if she was holding the phone with her shoulder.
"I think I'm having a crisis," Yuna blurted, ignoring what she said, and plucking a pink petal from her skirt.
A pause. Then the sound of a door closing. "Okay, what did Sim do now?"
Yuna launched into the story - the storm, the movie, waking up tangled together. The way Jake had looked at her this morning, sleep-soft and unexpectedly vulnerable.
"Hold on," Aiden interrupted. “Riki needs to hear this."
"What? No—"
Too late. A series of shuffling sounds, then Riki's groggy voice: "This better be good. I was up until three editing that—"
"Yuna and Sim cuddled," Aiden announced.
"We did not cuddle!" Yuna's voice cracked. A gecko scurried across the path, as if even it was judging her.
"Then what would you call waking up in his arms?"
"An... unfortunate sleeping arrangement."
Riki's snort was audible. "Right. And I suppose you 'unfortunately' didn't push him away immediately?"
Yuna opened her mouth, then closed it. The memory of Jake's steady breathing, the warmth of his chest against her back—
"That's what I thought," Aiden crowed. "So when are you telling him?"
"Telling him what?"
"That you don't actually hate him!"
Yuna flopped back against the bench, staring at the cloudless blue sky. "I don't know if I even know what I feel," she admitted quietly. The admission felt dangerous, like stepping onto thin ice.
The line was silent for a long moment before Riki spoke, uncharacteristically gentle: "Maybe start by figuring out if you still want to strangle him every time he opens his mouth."
Yuna considered. The breakfast teasing. The way he'd covered for her with their parents. That infuriating, beautiful smirk—
"...It's more like 60/40 now," she muttered.
Aiden's triumphant whoop scared a nearby flock of birds into flight.
—
Moonlit Confessions
The gala dinner was an exercise in torture.
Yuna sat through seven courses of her mother's not-so-subtle hints, each more outrageous than the last. By the time dessert arrived - some elaborate chocolate construction that probably cost more than her shoes - she was ready to hurl her napkin ring at someone.
She didn't realise Jake had disappeared until she spotted his empty chair. Seizing her chance, Yuna murmured an excuse about needing air and slipped out the terrace doors.
The night wrapped around her like cool silk as she stepped onto the beach, the sand still warm from the day's sun beneath her bare feet. Lanterns strung between palm trees cast golden pools of light along the shore, their reflections dancing on the waves.
She found him further down the beach, his dress shoes dangling from one hand, his tuxedo jacket slung over his shoulder. Moonlight silvered his profile as he stared out at the water, the waves lapping at his rolled-up trousers.
"Running away, Sim?" she called, kicking off her heels to join him.
He turned, and something in his expression made her breath catch. Without the usual smirk, without the armour of their banter, he looked... different. Younger, maybe. Or just more real.
"Just the opposite," he said, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. "Trying to stay."
The words hung between them, weighty and strange. Yuna moved to stand beside him, the sea foam brushing their feet in tandem.
For a long moment, they just listened to the waves. Then—
"I never really knew you outside of those razor-sharp school debates," Jake admitted, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
Yuna studied his profile - the strong line of his nose, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks in the lantern light. "Maybe I'm not as unbearable as I pretend," she offered quietly.
A wave rolled in, soaking the hem of her dress. She didn't move.
Jake turned to face her fully then, his eyes searching hers. In the moonlight, she could see the faint scar above his brow from their childhood fencing incident, the tiny flecks of gold in his irises she'd never noticed before.
"Don't worry, princess," he murmured after a beat, that familiar smirk creeping back. But his hand brushed hers, tentative. "Your secret's safe with me."
Yuna should have pulled away. Should have fired back with some scathing retort. Instead, she turned her palm up, letting their fingers tangle together in the space between them.
Somewhere down the beach, a lantern flickered out. Neither of them noticed.
The resort’s playground was tucked away near the cliffs, a charming little oasis of wooden swings and a rope bridge that creaked in the ocean breeze. Yuna had wandered there after lunch, seeking solitude under the shade of a palm tree with her book.
That’s when she saw them.
Jake crouched in the sand, his back to her, his usually immaculate linen shirt rumpled and dusted with sand. His younger cousin, Yuri, sat sniffling on the edge of the slide, her knee scraped raw from a fall.
"It’s okay, bug," Jake murmured, his voice so tender it made Yuna’s chest tighten. He dabbed at the scrape with a damp cloth, his movements careful. "Remember what I told you? Scars are just proof you’re brave."
Yuri hiccuped. "But it hurts."
"I know." Jake pressed a bandage gently over the wound, then leaned in conspiratorially. "But you know what fixes everything?"
"What?"
He grinned—not his usual smirk, but something brighter, truer. "Ice cream. Double scoop. And if we hurry, we can beat Mom to the café."
Yuri’s tears vanished as if by magic. She launched herself into Jake’s arms, and he caught her effortlessly, spinning her once before setting her down.
Yuna’s fingers tightened around her book.
This wasn’t the Jake who needed her in debates or lounged arrogantly by the pool. This was someone else entirely.
She slipped away before they could notice her, but the image lingered—Jake’s laughter, the way he’d brushed Yuri’s hair from her face.
Proof you’re brave.
Had he always been this person beneath the bravado?
---
The resort’s library was a hidden gem—a cosy nook of leather armchairs and floor-to-ceiling shelves, the scent of old paper and citrus polish hanging in the air. Yuna had claimed her favourite corner by the window, where the afternoon light spilt across the pages of her worn copy of The Night Circus.
"Morgenstern?"
Yuna startled, nearly dropping her book. Jake stood over her, one eyebrow arched, a tattered volume of Leaves of Grass tucked under his arm.
"Don’t tell me you’ve actually read it," she said, recovering.
"Please. I annotated my first Whitman at fourteen." He flopped into the chair across from her without invitation, flipping open his book to reveal scribbled margin notes in messy, enthusiastic handwriting. "See? ‘Metaphor for American individualism—bullshit. He just liked grass."
Yuna snorted. "That’s your analysis?"
"I was fifteen and angry." He grinned. "What’s your excuse for liking this pretentious circus?"
"It’s about magic," she said simply. "Real magic. The kind you can’t explain."
Jake studied her for a long moment, his teasing fading into something quieter. "You believe in that?"
"I believe in possibilities," she admitted, tracing the embossed cover. "In things you can’t see until you’re brave enough to look."
The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable. For once, it felt like understanding.
Jake leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "I’ve got a first edition Neruda no one knows about. Even my dad thinks it’s just a ledger."
"You liar."
"Come steal it with me later," he challenged, eyes glinting. "If you’re brave enough."
Yuna’s pulse jumped. "Is that a dare, Sim?"
"It’s an invitation, Kim."
---
They found themselves on the terrace at sunset, the sky painted in hues of rose and gold. Jake stretched out on a lounge chair, his sleeves rolled up to reveal sun-kissed forearms.
"Admit it," he said, watching her over the rim of his iced tea. "You’re starting to like me."
"I’m starting to tolerate you," Yuna corrected, though her lips twitched.
"Same thing."
She flicked a sugar packet at him. "Keep dreaming."
Jake caught it effortlessly, his fingers brushing hers in the process. "I’d actually swap places with you for a day," he mused, uncharacteristically earnest. "Just to see the world through those ambitious eyes."
Yuna stilled. The admission—so unlike him—threw her off balance. "What’s the matter, Jake?" she teased softly. "Running out of clever comebacks?"
"No." He held her gaze, his voice dropping. "Just realising I don’t need them with you."
The air between them crackled, charged with something new.
The beach was alive with the golden glow of firelight, the flames licking hungrily at the salty night air. Waves crashed against the shore in a rhythmic pulse, their white foam glowing faintly under the moonlight before retreating back into the dark waters. Yuna sat perched on a sun-bleached log, the wood rough beneath her palms as she watched the embers spiral upward like fireflies escaping into the star-dusted sky.
Around them, their friends' laughter ebbed and flowed - someone was telling a story about a disastrous sailing lesson, another group debating the best way to roast marshmallows. But Yuna barely heard them. Her attention was fixed on the way the firelight played across Jake's profile as he poked at the burning logs with a long stick, sending up a fresh cascade of sparks.
"Making a bigger fire won't make you more manly, Sim," she teased, nudging his foot with hers.
Jake turned the corner of his mouth, quirking up. "Says the woman currently stealing my hoodie." He gestured to the oversized garment swallowing her frame, its sleeves rolled haphazardly past her wrists.
Yuna looked down, suddenly hyper-aware of the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the fabric. "It was cold," she muttered, pulling the hoodie tighter around herself.
"Uh huh." Jake abandoned the fire to settle beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. "Admit it, Kim. You like my clothes better than yours."
"Your clothes have the distinct advantage of not being currently damp from someone's ill-advised cannonball contest."
Jake's laugh was warm and rich, curling around her like the smoke from the fire. He reached for the bag of marshmallows between them, his fingers brushing hers in the process. A jolt of electricity shot up Yuna's arm at the contact, but neither of them pulled away immediately.
The moment stretched, charged with something new and fragile. Yuna watched as Jake carefully speared a marshmallow on a skewer, his long fingers moving with surprising delicacy. She'd seen those same hands confidently steer a yacht, effortlessly catch a volleyball mid-dive, and gesture wildly during debates. But now, in the flickering firelight, they looked almost... gentle.
"You're staring," Jake murmured without looking up.
"Just making sure you don't burn it again," Yuna deflected, accepting the skewer he offered.
"Liar." He bumped his shoulder against hers. "You were thinking something sappy. I could see it in your eyes."
Yuna rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "You wish."
The marshmallow caught fire almost immediately, flames licking at its edges. Jake leaned in to blow it out, his breath warm against her cheek. "Perfect," he declared, pulling away just enough to meet her gaze.
In that moment, with the firelight dancing in his eyes and the ocean singing behind them, Yuna realised with startling clarity that she didn't want to look away. That somewhere between the heated debates and stolen hoodies and quiet moments in the library, something had shifted.
"Jake," she started, then hesitated. The words stuck in her throat, too big and too fragile all at once.
He stilled, his expression softening. "Yeah?"
The air between them grew thick with unspoken things. Yuna could see the question in his eyes, could feel the way his knee pressed against hers, solid and reassuring. The noise of their friends faded into background static as Jake's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining like they'd been made to fit together. Not sure what had come over him, Jake slowly leaned forward, wanting nothing more than to be close to her.
"I..." Yuna began again, her voice barely above a whisper, yet Jake could feel her breath on his lips.
Then the world shattered.
BRRRRING.
The shrill ringtone sliced through the moment like a knife. Jake jerked back, fumbling for his phone as it lit up with his mother's caller ID. The spell broken, Yuna quickly pulled her hand away, suddenly fascinated by the half-melted marshmallow still on her skewer.
"Shit," Jake muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I have to—"
"Go ahead," Yuna said, too quickly. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and hoped the firelight would disguise it.
Jake hesitated, his eyes searching hers. "This conversation isn't over," he said quietly before standing to take the call.
Yuna watched him walk toward the water's edge, his silhouette dark against the moonlit waves. The space beside her felt suddenly cold without his presence. She exhaled shakily, pressing her palms to her warm cheeks.
What had just happened? More importantly, what had she been about to say?
The first raindrop hit her nose before she could sort through her tangled thoughts. Then another. And another. Within seconds, the sky opened up in a sudden downpour, dousing the fire in a hiss of steam and sending their friends scrambling for cover.
"Yuna!" Jake called over the pounding rain, his phone still clutched in his hand. He jogged back to her, his shirt already plastered to his skin. "Come on!"
They ran together up the beach, the warm rain soaking through their clothes. At the resort's terrace, they paused under the awning, both breathing heavily from the sprint. Water dripped from Jake's hair onto his lashes as he turned to her.
"About before—"
"Jake!" His mother's voice cut through the moment. Jessica Sim stood in the doorway, her phone still in hand. "There you are. I've been calling—oh, Yuna dear, you're soaked!"
Yuna forced a smile. "Just a little rain, Mrs. Sim."
Jessica tutted, "Come dry off before you catch cold. Yuna, darling, you should head back to your room."
Rain still pattered against the resort’s stone pathways as Yuna followed Jake to his cottage, the borrowed hoodie from earlier now soaked through and clinging to her shoulders. Water dripped from the ends of her hair, tracing cold paths down her neck.
Jake held the door open for her, his own shirt darkened by the downpour, his usually perfect hair plastered to his forehead. "You look like a drowned cat," he remarked, though his voice lacked its usual teasing edge.
"And you look like someone who forgot to check the weather forecast," Yuna shot back, but her usual fire was dimmed, the words coming out hollow.
The cottage was warm, lit by the soft glow of table lamps and the faint citrus scent of whatever expensive cologne Jake favoured. He rummaged through his dresser before tossing her a fresh hoodie—this one navy and smelling faintly of laundry detergent and something uniquely Jake.
"Change in the bathroom if you want," he said, not meeting her eyes.
Yuna hesitated, clutching the fabric to her chest. "Thanks."
When she emerged, the hoodie swallowing her frame, Jake was perched on the edge of his bed, rolling a bottle of water between his palms. The silence between them was thick, charged with everything left unsaid at the bonfire.
"It was nothing," Yuna interrupted, crossing her arms. "Just the fire. The rain. The—"
"The almost-kiss?"
Her breath hitched. "If you're waiting for me to apologize for what happened on the beach—"
Jake exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair. "Yuna, I—"
"You what?" she challenged, though her voice wavered.
"I'm waiting for you to stop pretending it didn't matter. You Kims and your perfect poker faces. Like father, like daughter."
Her fingers twisted in the hem of the hoodie. "That's rich, coming from a Shim. Your entire family treats emotions like they're some sort of social faux pas."
"And yours treats them like business transactions." Jake stepped closer, the firelight catching the gold in his eyes. "Tell me, Yuna—was that little performance on the beach just another calculated move? Another way to prove you're not some debutante“
The glass trembled in her hand. "You think this is a game to me?"
"I think," Jake said slowly, "that you're so used to being the Kim heir that you've forgotten how to just be Yuna."
The words landed like a blow. Yuna set her drink down with a sharp click. "You have no idea what it's like—"
"To have the weight of generations on your shoulders?" Jake's laugh was bitter. "Please. My father's had my wedding seating chart planned since prep school."
"That's not what I meant."
"Then say what you mean."
The grandfather clock in the corner ticked loudly in the sudden silence. Yuna exhaled, watching the firelight dance across Jake's signet ring—the same one his father wore, his grandfather before him.
"I mean..." She hesitated, then lifted her chin. "I mean that sometimes I wonder if you only see the Kim fortune when you look at me. If this—whatever this is—is just another merger waiting to happen."
Jake went very still.
The rain picked up again, pelting the windows like tiny accusations. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough.
"You really believe that."
Yuna said nothing.
In three strides, Jake closed the distance between them. His hands came up to frame her face, his thumbs brushing the high Kim cheekbones her father was so proud of.
"Let me make this perfectly clear," he said, his breath warm against her lips. "I don't give a damn about your trust fund, or your stock portfolio, or your family's seat on the board. The only thing I've ever wanted from you… was you"
Yuna’s breath caught.
For a moment, neither of them moved. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across Jake’s face. His eyes didn’t leave hers, and something inside her shifted—tilted—until it felt like the only thing anchoring her to the ground was his touch.
Then she surged forward at the same time he did.
The kiss wasn’t tentative. It was months of tension, of glances that lingered too long and words that never made it past their lips, crashing all at once. Jake’s grip tightened as her fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, the damp cotton clinging between them like a second skin.
He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, his forehead resting against hers. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, the words ragged, already knowing she wouldn’t.
Yuna didn’t answer. She didn’t have to.
Jake’s hands slipped down to her waist, and in one swift, fluid motion, he lifted her off the ground. She let out a soft gasp, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as her back met the cool wall with a gentle thud. His mouth found hers again, more urgent this time, as if he could kiss away every fear she hadn’t voiced, every line they’d blurred tonight.
She tasted rain on his lips and heat beneath his skin. One of his hands slid up to cradle the back of her head, careful and reverent even in the chaos, like he knew exactly how close she was to breaking.
And still, he didn’t rush.
“Yuna,” he murmured against her mouth, and the way he said her name—like it was a promise—nearly undid her.
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her own eyes glassy. “This isn’t just a one-night thing,” she said, the words slipping out like a vow. “It can’t be.”
His expression softened, even as his pulse thundered beneath her palms. “It never was.”
They stayed like that for a moment—suspended. Caught somewhere between who they’d been and what they were becoming, with only each other to hold onto.
Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The second thing she noticed was the weight of an arm draped over her waist, the steady rise and fall of Jake’s chest pressed against her back. His breath tickled the nape of her neck, slow and even in sleep.
For a moment, she just lay there, listening to the distant crash of waves and the quiet hum of the resort waking up. Last night—last night—played in her mind like a dream. The rain, the firelight, the way Jake’s hands had felt against her skin. The way he’d whispered her name like it was something precious.
A slow smirk curled her lips.
She shifted slightly, turning in his arms to face him. Jake’s lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, his hair tousled from sleep (and, admittedly, her fingers). He looked younger, softer. Less like the infuriating debate rival who’d spent years needling her and more like… well, hers.
Yuna reached out, tracing the faint scar above his brow—the one from their childhood fencing match. His nose scrunched slightly at the touch, but he didn’t wake.
“Pathetic,” she murmured, though her voice lacked its usual bite. “All that bravado, and you’re just a heavy sleeper.”
Jake’s arm tightened around her, pulling her closer. “Mmm. And you talk too much in the morning,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.
Yuna froze. “You’re awake.”
One dark eye cracked open, glinting with amusement. “Hard not to be when someone’s staring at me like I’m a museum exhibit.”
She scoffed, but her traitorous cheeks burned. “I was checking for signs of life. You were suspiciously still.”
Jake’s grin was slow, smug. “Worried about me, princess?”
“Hardly.” She tried to wriggle free, but his grip was firm. “Let go, Sim. I have things to do.”
“Like what?” His fingers skimmed her ribs, teasing. “Plotting my downfall? Drafting a list of reasons you still hate me?”
Yuna swatted at his hand, but her resolve was crumbling. “It’s a long list. I need to get started early.”
Jake laughed, the sound warm and rich against her ear. Then, before she could protest, he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. The morning light caught the gold in his eyes, the stubble shadowing his jaw.
“Admit it,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You like me.”
Yuna arched a brow. “I tolerate you.”
“Same thing.”
She opened her mouth to retort, but Jake silenced her with a kiss—slow, deliberate, and entirely unfair. When he pulled back, her breath was already uneven.
“Cheater,” she muttered.
Jake’s smirk was victorious. “Strategist.”
Outside, the world carried on—the resort staff setting up for breakfast, the waves lapping at the shore, the distant chatter of guests. But here, in this sunlit room, time felt suspended.
Yuna exhaled, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his shoulder. “Our parents are going to be insufferable about this.”
“Oh, absolutely.” Jake nuzzled her temple. “My mother’s probably already picked out china patterns.”
“Ugh.” She groaned, but there was no real heat in it. “We should keep it a secret. Just to spite them.”
Jake considered this, then shook his head. “Nah. I want to see the look on your mother’s face when she realises I won.”
Yuna gasped, shoving at his chest. “You did not win.”
“Did too.” He caught her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm. “I got the girl.”
She rolled her eyes, but her heart wasn’t in the argument. Not when he was looking at her like that—like she was the only thing that mattered.
“Fine,” she conceded, tugging him back down. “But this isn’t over.”
Jake’s laughter was the last thing she heard before his lips met hers again.
And for once, neither of them was in a hurry to win.
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summary • You offer to dog-sit Jake’s energetic pet border collie as a means to get closer to him. But how will he react when he finds out you forgot to feed her while he was gone?
pairing • next door neighbor!jake x reader • word count • 3.6k genre next door neighbor au, fluff • warnings language, jake and reader have a minor argument, suggestive themes, kissing
YOU FELT LIKE cursing your mother for making you do this.
It was currently 7am as you stood outside your next door neighbor’s front porch with a basket of assorted muffins in hand. The gesture was supposed to be a housewarming gift on behalf of your 'humble community,' your mother tasking you with delivering the treats while she got ready for work although she was already running late.
Your dilemma had nothing to do with her act of kindness, but everything to do with the very moment your dangerously lovesick eyes landed on your new neighbor, Sim Jake.
It goes without saying that he was good-looking, and attractive guys were no more to you than kryptonite is to superman; a crippling weakness. You were already whipped for Jake as is, creating a file filled with all of the things you either learned or observed about him over the past two weeks.
You hadn't even been standing at his porch for 15 seconds before your feet struggled to stay put, tempted to abandon ship and just tell your mom that no one was home.
Maybe he won't even answer, you tried comforting yourself.
What kind of a 20 year old guy would be up this early, anyways?
The door knob twisted as a muffled yawn met your ears, the door creaking open to reveal none other than Jake himself.
He was dressed in his pajamas, sporting a severe case of bedhead that he somehow pulled off.
“Hello?” He said with a groggy yet friendly accent.
“Hi! I’m your next door neighbor's daughter, ____. Here's a welcoming gift from our family to yours,” you forced a smile, handing him the basket.
“Wow, this is really sweet of you guys,” he thanked with a toothy smile, but you stood awkwardly.
“My name is Jake, by the way," he said while giving you a handshake, trying to break the tense physical barrier.
"Glad we could finally meet," you returned, "My mom talks about your family all the time. All good things, of course."
“Yeah, apparently she and my dad knew each other in high school… but now I’m curious. How much do you know?”
“Well, I know you’re from Brisbane and recently moved here for college! Oh, and you’re a huge dog lover, especially of golden retriever’s, like the one you have? Hmm, aren’t you an athlete? I think I’ve seen you in a tracksuit befo-”
“Those are all things about me, silly, not my family,” he giggled, running a hand through his locks.
Buzz.
Jake set the basket down on the table behind him, reaching in his pocket to analyze whatever just popped up on his phone screen.
You wondered if he had a girlfr-
"Hm," he hummed, taking a step back into his house.
"I should get going now. Thanks again for the gift! I hope to see you around more often.”
“Well, its not like we can really avoid each other, anyways,” you said, drawing his attention to the brief distance between your two houses.
He blushed at the realization, "Give me a break, ____, I’m not usually up this early. And for the record, Layla’s a border collie!" He exclaimed before closing the door.
Updated Mental Note: (1) Jake’s dad knew your mom in high school, (2) Jake isn’t a morning person, (3) Jake’s dog is a border collie [confirmed].
Surprisingly, that interaction wasn't nearly as painful as you expected it to be.
Jake was chill.
Attractive, yes, but somehow, you survived. Trailing back from his porch to your house, you walked inside to find your mother fastening a pair of heels around her ankles before standing up to meet you. “How do I look? Is my hair okay? Wait, tell me, what did they say about the muffins?”
“You look great, mom! And their son answered, but he said he really appreciated it.”
“Oh, that’s great,” she smiled, pulling you in for a hug. “Alright, sweetie! Duty calls! I’ll see you at dinner!”
“See ya,” you waved before closing the door.
JAKE’S DAD HAD started giving him a hard time concerning the dog. After summer, Jake was busy most of the time with soccer practice and school, and so with two working parents, it was hard to keep up with Layla’s random outbursts.
“You either find someone to watch her or she’s going to the pound!” His dad scowled while picking up a few pillows that Layla chewed holes into. “She’s been with us for years, and even now after the move, Dad! We can’t just give her up for acting like a dog! She’s getting used to this change, too,” Jake argued back while sweeping up a pile of kibble she knocked over.
“I hear what you’re saying, but make sure you consider what I’ve said. I’m not sure how much longer your mother and I can take this.”
A few minutes after their conversation, Jake decided to go and play catch with Layla in the front yard.
“Come here girl, come here! Stop? Sit? Good doggy,” he praised, ruffling the fur on her back before giving her a treat. You were walking home from the bus stop when Jake pointed to one of the tennis balls Layla forget to fetch which you ended up tripping over, the books you were carrying now joining you on the pavement.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay!?” Jake said running over to you.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you spoke for your physical being as emotionally, you were an embarrassed wreck.
He helped you gather your textbooks and journals, “You’ll probably wanna put these in here.” He smiled, handing you the bag he used to carry Layla’s outdoor toys.
“No really, it’s alright, Jake. I should’ve brought my backpack with me.”
“No, I insist. Think if it as payment for the muffins,” he encouraged, neatly putting the books in the bag before tying it closed. Layla was busy bouncing around the two of you, trying to get Jake’s attention. A glint of playfulness sparkled in his eyes.
“Wanna try throwing the ball?”
“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. Last time I tried something like that, I ended up having to replace a few things I could hardly afford.”
Jake laughed at your honesty, taking your hand in his before closing your fingers around the ball. “Just give it a shot. Prove me wrong,” he winked.
You looked down bashfully, giving in while warming up your shoulders, “You might wanna stand back a bit unless you like getting hit in the balls.”
He giggled again, walking back a few steps, “You’re being too hard on yourself, silly! Just throw it!”
Taking a deep breath, you launched the tennis ball an impressive distance away from you, the excited cream dog chasing after it. “Holy shit! You’ve got the arm of a pro, ____!” Jake exclaimed, giving you a high five.
“Now, when she comes back, you give her this treat.” “With my hand?” “Of course! Don’t worry, she doesn’t bite the hand that feeds her.”
In a matter of seconds, Layla was already running back to you, dropping the drool-covered ball from her mouth before eating the dog biscuits from your hand, the texture of her tongue tickling your palm. “Good girl,” Jake chirped as he met you and Layla on the ground.
“How’d you come up with her name?”
“Layla? Hmm. I’ve never had someone ask me that before,” he admitted, moving to sit crisscross applesauce. “Let’s see… when I was a kid, my inspiration was pretty corny.”
“Corny can be cute sometimes,” you smiled.
“Well, when my family adopted her, she didn’t have a name yet. One of my favorite songs back then was Eric Clapton’s “Layla,” so I figured that’s what she’d be called.”
“Aww! That’s adorable!”
“You probably think everything I do is adorable.”
It was like a cat caught your tongue, leaving you speechless at his comment.
“Kidding,” he smiled, nudging your shoulder before a sad look waved over his features.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighed, “It’s my dad. He wants me to get rid of Layla.”
“But why? Isn’t she like family to you?”
“That’s exactly what I told him! But he thinks she’s only become a burden now that I’m not around as much,” he frowned, watching Layla chase herself around a tree. “The pound’s not a place for a dog like Layla.”
You sat in thought, thinking of ways to comfort Jake that didn’t involve touching him. Then it hit you.
“I can dog-sit her for you.”
His eyes widened in shock at your offer, resembling a cute puppy, “You'd seriously do that for me? Do you have experience?”
“Obviously,” you scoffed dishonestly, “look how comfortable we are with each other. I’m a natural at this.”
“Wow, I really appreciate this. I’ll pay you fifteen dollars per hour starting tomorrow from 11am to 3pm, and then-“
“Jake, I don’t want your money," you giggled, not even realizing that your hand rested on his exposed thigh, "I just wanna help.”
He smiled, “Okay, then. But if you ever feel like backing out, don't hesitate to let me know! Trust me, I won't be disappointed, Layla can be a handful.”
“Gotchya,” you replied, tossing another tennis ball for his dog to fetch, “How should I contact you?”
“Uhhh, I’ll just give you my phone number. Do you have a pen with you?”
“Yeah, right here,” you said, handing him the pen from your pocket.
Jake wrote his number on your wrist. “Perfect,” he chirped, rubbing a thumb over the writings.
“I’ll text you my schedule and everything once I hear from you again, see you around, neighbor!”
“See you!” You returned, both of you going back to your respective houses, the bliss of each other still fresh on your faces.
TO YOUR LUCK, your first day as a dog-sitter was going swimmingly well so far. Jake outlined a simple list of things for you to follow while he was away, tasks ranging from dog-walks to bathroom breaks making up most of the next few hours of your day.
Before Jake left, all you could remember was him saying something about a bag of dog food either in the fridge or pantry, but you were too distracted by the grey sweatpants he wore to successfully pay attention. So, you improvised by intuition.
What would I eat if I was a dog, you asked yourself, searching for any cooked proteins in Jake's fridge, only to find a pack of bacon bits.
Hmm, this could work.
Layla was waiting for her meal patiently by her empty feeding bowl as you moved to explore the pantry, pulling out a few marshmallows and graham crackers to add to the mix. Pouring the contents into her bowl, you gave her a few head scratches before she dove in, munching up every last bite.
"Looks like I've created a culinary masterpiece," you smiled, "I'll call it "____'s Canine Trail Mix," approved by the likes of Sim Layla and many more."
JAKE SHOWED UP about twenty minutes later, greeting you before asking about Layla.
"Everything went great," you beamed, taking him to the couch she laid tiredly on.
“What’s wrong with her? Did she just wake up from a nap?”
“I don't know, I just got out of the bathroom.”
“Did you walk her?”
“Of course, for two hours like you said.”
“Hmm. Did she play with her toys at all?”
“A little bit, but she didn’t seem interested after eating."
“Maybe you gave her too much food. How many scoops of kibble did she get?”
“What?" You asked, initially confused at the mentioning of kibble until you remembered what Jake was trying to tell you before he left: Layla gets 2 scoops of kibble for lunch with a few sausages from the fridge.
“How much food did you give Layla?” He repeated.
“Jake.”
“What?”
“I forgot to feed her.”
His jaw dropped, “You’re joking.”
"Well, I did feed her, but I forgot about the kibble. I gave her a bowl of bacon bits, graham crackers, and marshmallows instead."
Jake paced back and forth, running a frustrated hand through his hair, "What kind of a person with 'dog experience' decides to feed them marshmallows of all things? A whole ass bowl full?”
"I'm not following," you admitted timidly.
"Connect the dots, would ya?" He spat, trying to control his breathing.
"How was I supposed to know dogs can’t eat marshmallows?"
"Dog's don't eat common human foods, ____, that’s a no-brainer! I thought you said you had experience with this kind of thing," he frowned, meeting Layla on the couch to comfort her aching state.
You kept your distance from him, "I lied to you, Jake. I’m an amateur when it comes to this stuff."
He scoffed disappointedly, "Why would you lie about something like that, ____?"
"I- I just…I wanted to help you! You seemed really upset about the whole thing with your dad and I- it felt like the right thing to do at the time.”
"Well, for future reference, lying never helps."
You swallowed the dryness that grew in your throat, "I’m really sorry, Jake. Is there anything that I can do to help? Maybe get her some medicine?"
"No, ____, you’ve done enough already. I’ll see you around."
You couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you simply grabbed your things and walked towards the door, the sounds of Layla's guttural wrenching making you cringe in shame and disgust.
Updated mental note: (1) Dogs can’t eat marshmallows, (2) Lying never fixes situations, (3) Jake probably hates you now [pending confirmation]
IT WAS A few days after the dog-sitting situation when you were studying on your front lawn, completely mesmerized by the view of Jake as he worked out in his garage. You felt guilty for ogling after everything that happened, but you couldn't fight your hormonally induced urges.
He was pushing out his third set of bench presses, fluffy brown hair framing his cheekbones. He screwed his eyes shut from the intensity, biting his lower lip as he tried to push through the resistance of his fatigue arms.
He glanced over quickly as sweat started to drip in his eyes. You stared back at him like a deer in the headlights at the realization that you’d been caught peeking. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, struggling to handle the weight. “__-____?!” He stuttered your name breathlessly, losing his grip. “JAKE!”
You ran faster than your legs have ever carried you, adrenaline kicking in as you slid the left weight off of the rod, jumping onto his lap to avoid the iron disc from smashing your foot. “Ugh,” he groaned in relief as you reached to slide the other weight off, unintentionally pressing yourself into him.
That sound might replay in your mind forever.
Gripping the rod in your hand, you looked down to see both your own and Jake’s veiny hands holding onto the pole for dear life. Then you looked down, realizing that you were sitting straight on his bulge.
“Oh my God, sorry!” You yelped, leaping off of his sweaty frame. He giggled at your apology, feeling embarrassed himself but for different reasons.
“It’s alright, ____, you probably just saved my life there,” he said, now sitting up on the bench. He gave you a look before continuing. “Why were you stalking me?”
“Me? I-“
“I’m not upset, or anything. Did you wanna tell me something?”
“No, I was just… I didn’t mean to-"
Layla's barking from inside the house cut you off mid sentence. You were just now noticing the pink paint stains on his shirt, a few drops decorating the private area of his sweatpants.
Similarly to a puppy, Jake forgot all about what you were just talking about, getting up to fix the equipment. “You’re really fast, y’know? What other secret athletic talents do you have?”
You smiled awkwardly, “Well, if you ever tried tickling me, I might become a professional kickboxer.”
Jake laughed at your joke like he always did. You swore that if he blessed your ears with his beautiful laugh one more time, you might explode.
“Maybe you should spot me sometime,” he said, fastening the ring weight back on the rod.
Your eyes fell to the paint stains on his paints. “I’m sorry?”
“Spot me. Like when I’m weightlifting. You seem pretty keen to watching out for me, anyways.”
You could feel heat rushing through every part of your body. “Of course, anything for a neighbor,” you smiled, trying to redirect his flirting for the sake of your own existence.
Layla barked even louder this time, Jake sighing before heading to his garage door. For some reason you followed him, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I’m washing white clothes, so if you have anything light colored on, throw it in the machine,” Jake’s mom yelled from the kitchen at the sound of him entering the house.
“Alright,” he called back, taking off his sweaty white t-shirt and tossing it into the washer. He reached over to press a few buttons on the machine, the muscles in his arm flexing with each movement. He trailed from the washroom, you still following closely behind.
“It’s a maze in here,” you said, marveling at how big his house was.
“I feel the same way sometimes,” he giggled, taking your hand in his to guide you.
You just remembered that he came in here to look for Layla, so you listened out, trying to help him find her.
“Oh,” you said, stopping Jake in his tracks as you pointed to a four legged shadow running around underneath a closed door, “she’s right here.”
He turned, “What? How’d she get in my bedroom?” Jake walked towards the door, twisting the handle to reveal Layla chasing her tail in a circle.
“You’re so silly, Layla,” he smiled, running a hand through her thick blonde fur. “She’s doing such much better now,” you commented, meeting Jake and his dog on the floor.
“Yeah, she was totally fine after getting that stuff out of her system. Don't worry, though, she told me she forgives you," he smiled.
"And what about you?"
"Of course, ____. I don't think I could over hold a grudge against you."
Layla hopped on your lap, licking at your hands. You would’ve been grossed out if it wasn’t Jake’s dog. Her tongue tickled your palms as she panted in excitement, “I wish I had this much energy on a daily basis,” you beamed, Jake returning a grin himself.
“I think she just really likes you,” he replied. “With all of those kisses, you must taste pretty nice.”
“Maybe you’ll have to try sometime,” you said, not even realizing how suggestive your comment was. Jake grabbed a random tennis ball from the floor before tossing it out of the room, “Go fetch,” he ordered, Layla chasing after the ball.
A sparkle twinkled in his eye before he lead your face towards his by your chin. He noticed that you looked nervous, but decided to take his chances and kiss you anyway, all of your nerves melting away at the softness of his lips. You felt his hand grip at the side of your neck, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
Kicking your foot, you closed the door slightly, falling on your back for him to take the lead. His lips broke from yours with a pop as your cold hands snuck around his bare waist. He hummed at the feeling, leaning in to kiss down your neck.
His breath was so hot against your skin, sweet sounds escaping your mouth from all the action. That’s when you two heard Layla trailing back to his room, returning to the positions you were sat in before Layla left. She barged through the door, slobbery tennis ball between her jaws as she dropped before Jake. “Good girl,” he cheered, fluffing at her fur.
You felt the aftermath of your kiss like a wave, exhausting yet refreshing.
You felt Jake.
His kiss was like water, crashing and roaring, yet emotional and gentle. You couldn’t tell, but he still felt a wave that hit him, too.
He felt you.
Your hands modest and shy, yet your lips eager and passionate.
Layla barked for what sounded like her loudest one thus far. “I’ve gotta go walk Layla,” Jake said, sounding happy yet simultaneously like he’d rather be doing something else. Fastening a leash around Layla's collar, he trailed out of his room. You reached on his dresser and grabbed a shirt for him to wear on his way out.
His mom was no longer in the kitchen, but you decided to be polite anyways. “Bye, Mrs. Sim!” You could hear her returning the salutation from some part of the maze-like house, making your heart feel warm. Jake walked through garage and stopped at the driveway, having locked all the doors before exiting the house.
“Thanks for stopping by, ____,” he smiled, flashing you a look so intense, you might fall over. “Anytime,” you returned, handing him the shirt you’d been carrying. You don’t know when it happened, but you didn’t feel awkward in front of his shirtless frame anymore. “Aww,” he giggled, “I didn’t even realize I was still shirtless.”
He was so puppy-like that you couldn't help but adore him. Layla starting running, Jake loosing grip of her leash while distracted by you. “Layla!” He called after her before running to catch up himself.
“I gotta go now. Bye, ____!” He yelled as he ran after his excited dog. “Bye, Jake,” you called out while waving, even though he didn’t see you.
You walked back to your house, talking your shoes off at the front door before heading upstairs to your bedroom. You knew you didn’t wanna leave Jake's side yet, but you had other things to work on at home in the meantime.
Things like sharing with your diary that you and Sim Jake just kissed.
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ - synopsis: your best friend, jay, drags you out to the local coffee shop on campus for a study session. the catch is, you hate coffee and no barista has ever successfully made you something you actually enjoyed. until, one does. as each day passes, you return to the shop, not only for the drink, but the cute barista who makes it.
summer has just recently ended, marking the official start of comfy sweaters and ugg boots on campus. the leaves are starting to change colors and the weather is much colder. this is the time of year that calms you down and keeps you in bed all day. and i love it.
its morning, and as i'm laying in bed casually watching a movie, i feel my phone begin to ring next to me. rolling over to grab it off the charger, i see that my best friend, jay, is calling. jay and i have been best friends since elementary. we are inseperable and were lucky enough to be accepted into the same university.
"hello?" i say into my phone.
"goooooood morningggggg y/nnnnnnnn!" jay says, on the other line, accentuating his words. ever since we were kids, he has always been a morning person. me on the other hand, is not.
"omg jay why are you so loud its like 8 am right now." i expressed.
"its a great morning. im honestly surpised you're even up at this time."
"yeah same but i woke up like an hour ago and couldn't fall back asleep. so im just watching a movie and admiring this very calming weather."
"well im glad you're up because i was wondering if you would want to go to the cafe on campus with me and study?...please?" he asked.
i hate coffee. the taste is bitter and unpleasant and occasionally, the smell gives me a headache. jay knows this so to say that i am surprised he even asked is an understatment.
"jay i-"
"look y/n i know you despise coffee but please. you don't have to get that, theres so many other options. and i also need my study buddy with me...please?" he pleads.
jay isnt aware of how many times ive been to a coffee shop, ordered something other than coffee, and hated it. so i doubt i will be ordering anything but he's my best friend so, i agree to go.
"fine, i'll go with you but i can't guarrantee ill have a good time." i say with a sigh.
"be so for real y/n...it's a study session, you won't have a good time. but ill be there, so you will have a good time." he explains.
silence hangs over the call for a few seconds.
"jay...im gonna hold your hand when i say this...that made no sense" i confess.
"mhm i know. ill be at your dorm in 15" he hangs up.
jay arrives when he says he will, 15 minutes. and next thing i know were off to the campus coffee shop. i'm kind of dreading going because i don't know what i'm gonna get. probably just an ice water. at least i can try and get some work done.
on our walk, jay tells me about a girl he's trying to impress and i give him advice per usual. he then goes on to explain how he really needs to study some form of math formula. im too busy admiring the autumn weather to respond. suddenly, we arrive at the coffee shop.
walking in, the aroma of coffee hits me immediately. the sound of cups shaking, ice, and brewing machines reminds me why i stopped coming to coffee shops.
"what are you gonna get" i ask jay.
"im gonna get an iced americano" he responds.
"what is that..."
"it's like cold black coffee poured over ice water"
"that actually sounds terrible. how do you enjoy that?" i ask, my facial expressions scrunching.
"it wakes me up niceeeee and gooooood." he taunts me.
"next" the barista yells.
oh my gosh. the barista is hands down, the finest man i have ever seen in my entire life. as jay and i walk up, i have suddenly lost the ability to speak. my legs feel like jelly and my heart is beating out of my chest.
"what can i get for you guys" the barista asks. my eyes suddenly make a b-line from his face to the name tag on his apron. jake, his name is jake. while jay places his order, my eyes are glued to jake. the way his hair is slicked back with a strand hanging by his forehead, the way his veiny hands type in the order, the way he flashes that perfect smile. i'm so entranced, i didn't even realize that he asked me a question.
"im sorry what did you say?" i apologize.
"i asked what i can get for you" jake asks me, flashing that deadly smile of his.
"um, i actually really dislike coffee. so i don't really know what i want."
he shakes his head slowly and places a finger over his mouth, obviously thinking of an alternative to my problem. wow, he is beautiful.
"this is gonna be a little risky but i'm gonna recommend that you try a matcha latte. it's kind of a hard drink to describe but i really enjoy it and its nothing like coffee." he explains.
"okay, i'll try that." i respond with a smile, my cheeks heating up from our small interation.
"alright perfect, so just an iced americano and an iced matcha latte. and because its your first matcha, it's on the house. so the total is $4.50" he states.
"omg really? thanks bro. this girl has hated coffee for so long so hopefully she'll like this." jay says with gratitude.
"no problem! i hope she likes it too." he flashes me a warm smile.
"whats the name for the order?" jake asks.
"jay".
"alright, that'll be done here shortly".
we walk over to find an empty table and take out our school stuff to start studying. all i can think of his jake and his charm. i turn over to see him taking orders and working on drinks. the way he moves around to different stations is so attractive.
"y/n will you please stop making googly eyes at the barista?" jay says, snapping me back to reality.
"i can't help it. he is actually so cute jay." i expressed with a sigh.
only a couple minutes pass when jake suddenly calls for jay, notifiying that his order is ready. jay grabs the order and the entire time im looking at jake. jay grabs the drink from him and jakes eyes pan over to be, giving me that smile once again. he's so attractive.
"here, he says he made it extra special in hopes that you would like it". jay hands me my drink and sits back down.
i'm a little nervous to try it. the green color is very offputting and i almost don't want it. but nonetheless, i gain some courage and take a sip. jay eyes me very seriously as i do so. i can understand why jake said it was a hard one to describe. i contemplate about the flavor, going back in for another sip.
"do you...like it? he asks me.
"suprisingly, yeah i do. a lot actually" a smile forms on my face as i continue to drink it.
"thank god you actually like something. now lets get to work".
unbeknownst to me, jake was behind the counter watching me. his heart began to be beat and smile creept on his face once he noticed that my drink was almost half way gone.
the sun rose slowly the next morning and the thought of going to class is killing me. all day yesterday, i couldn't stop thinking of that insanely cute barista, jake. his smile lingers in my head and that drink he made me was so delicious.
as im laying in bed, im suddenly hit with the craving of that drink and the cute barista who made it. i throw on my clothes for the day, grab my bag, and head to the coffee shop before my first class of the day. i have no idea if jake is working but i sure hope so.
as i walk in, i immediately see him. my heart begins to beat and my face is turning red. i realize that this time i dont have jay to hide behind and i contemplate if i should turn back. but it's too late because his eyes find mine, and he gives me the same sweet smile from yesterday.
the lines moves quickly and im suddenly at the counter, face to face with jake.
"hey, there." he smiles.
"hello." i smile back.
"no boyfriend today?" i give him a confused look. boyfriend? what boyfriend? oh, he must be thinking of jay.
"oh jay hahaha, he's not my boyfriend. he just my best friend who followed me to college." i laugh.
"oh okay i wasn't sure. it's not often a pretty girl like you walks in by herself." he tilts his head and winks.
oh. my. god. my cheeks begin to heat up and i can't help my smile from coming out. y/n get yourself together.
"well what can i get for you" he leans down on the counter, now being eye level to me.
"well i still hate coffee but i loved what you made me yesterday so that's what i would like." i say with a smile
"haha the iced matcha latte, you got it pretty girl. whats the name for order." he asks, eyes never leaving mine.
"y/n. and how much?" i ask.
"don't worry, i got this one."
"what? no, you got it yesterday jake. let me pay for it." i pleade.
"nope, like i said, i got it. it'll be done soon" he explains.
"thank you." i walk over to an empty table and immediately text jay. i explain to him how jake thought we we're together, then how he called me pretty twice, and gave me my drink for free. minutues pass and me and jay geek over mine and jakes interaction when i feel a soft hand being placed on my back.
"here ya go y/n," jake says with an endearing tone.
"oh thank you. i wasnt expecting you to bring it to me." i explain to him.
"well it's not busy so i thought i would come see you before you left." this man's charm is insane. his smile is something i could look at forever, and the way his aussie accent rolls off his tongue is so attractive.
"well thank you for the drink, im off to class now."
"will i be seeing you here again?" he ask, his brown eyes sparkling with hope.
"yes, i'll be back jake." i say with a laugh.
and i kept my word. everyday for the next two weeks, i went back to the cafe. i love my morning matcha (that he never let me pay for) but i also love seeing jake. his charm keeps me coming back for more.
this particular morning, i wake in the cafe to see jake already waiting for me with the matcha in his hand. the place wasn't busy so the boy walked straight up to me, and embraced me. his touch is warm and he smells of warm coffee and autumn spices.
"well isn't this a pleasant surprise" i say with a laugh as i reciprocate his embrace.
"we havent been busy and i was missing you so i made your matcha so you wouldn't have to wait." he confesses, cheeks turning slightly pink.
"aw well that's very sweet jake, i am actually in a rush so this is perfect" i smiled at him.
"well i wanted to ask you something, but you're in a rush so i wont keep you" he states, looking a litte disappointed.
"wait tell me, i can make some time for you." i expressed.
his eyes lock with mine and i can see a little bit of worry and nervousness in his expression.
"well, i know we havent known each other long but i really enjoy having you around. i come to this job everyday in hopes of seeing you every morning. i love making your matcha for you. and i want to get to know you more. what im trying to say is, would you want to go on a date with me?" he confessed, his entire face in worry.
"awww jake i absolutely would go on a date with you. i hate coffee but why do you think i come here everyday? to see your cute face" i explain.
he pulls me in for another hug. "oh my god, im so happy". he pulls away to look at me.
"it wouldve been really embarrassing if you said no cause i um, already wrote my number on your cup."
who wouldvr guessed that my hatred for coffee would turn into me falling for a barista who smells just like it.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ - a/n: hellooooo. hopefully you guys somewhat enjoyed this. this is my first fic after not writing since um...2020...so its definitely not perfect but i wanted to get something out there. nothing too long but i still hope you enjoyed.
synopsis. You have a nightmare, Jake comforts you through it.
shelli's note. divider credit on @saradika! go check out their blog :)
"Shh, it's just a nightmare.", said Jake next to you in the bed you shared. A drop of cold sweat ran down your forehead as you woke up while breathing heavily. You, still in panic, frantically looked around the room. Whatever you were having a nightmare about was still haunting you. It was etched on your face.
"Hey, hey. Look at me.", Jake added, placing his hand on your shoulder earning a panicked look from you. Which then softened, once met with his sweet gaze. His words laced with care.
"I- I thought-" The words coming out were a bit shaken up. You needed some time to calm down before speaking again. Running your hand through your hair Jake spoke.
"It's okay, take your time. I'm right here." Oh Eywa. How sweet he was, you thought. You took a deep breath and said again.
"I thought you were gone."
"You know I would never leave you. Ever.", he said with a soft voice. "You know that, right?"
"Yes, I know.", you replied, rubbing your sleepy eyes as your hair fell on your face a bit.
His gaze melted as he saw your vulnerable state. Your shut your eyes as you rubbed your temples to try and put your mind at ease.
"Got a headache, sweetcheeks?", he asked. His deep, husky voice sending a small shiver down your spine. Something that you could never get used to, but you definitely weren't complaining about.
He chuckled softly to himself. Something told you that he noticed your little shiver, but you focused on getting over this nightmare that so greatly haunted you.
"Srane." [Yes], you replied in a softer tone, your eyes still shut. Until they suddenly pried open, to yourself in Jake's arms, bridal style. It certainly caught you off guard but you eased into it a second later.
The woven hammock rocked just slightly. And the moonlight caused a darkness in the hut you both shared. It gave you comfort. Along with Jake's arms. His body radiated a warmth you wanted to surround yourself with.
As he laid on the hammock with you on top of him he let out a sigh of contentment. Without hesitation, your head gently rested on his broad chest. You could hear his steady heartbeat. It gave you tranquillity.
"What's on your mind?", he questioned while gently stroking your hair away so he could lay his eyes on your beautiful, azure face once again. "You said, you thought you lost me?"
"Why is that?", he continued, bombarding you with questions.
Your eyes still shut you responded, "I'm not sure, Jake." Your words come out with a big sigh of weariness. After the silence and his watch lurking on your face, searching for any emotion, you continue.
"I do not understand what I'm doing. I feel as if I make one foolish mistake and everything falls apart. This is what haunts me." Your mind starts to remember a few bitter memories from saying this, and your eyes begin to get glossier.
"Hey, hey, hey.", he whispered, cupping your chin softly to make you glance at him. "The only foolish mistake you making right now is not believing in yourself."
"Okay?", he asks, his gaze lingering on your lips more than your eyes for a second more.
"Okay."
Jake's eyes narrowed as he looked at yours, as you melt into his arms once again. He never got tired of feeling you in his arms. He felt as if Eywa herself made you how you are to fit perfectly into his hands.
Looking down at your face his lips curled into a smirk.
