#school romance

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@stuslover awe thank you for saying how I write so well for Georgie I really enjoy hearing reader’s thoughts on my work ❤️ quote from my ask box "srry im really obsessed with him and you're the best georgiewriter ik so.."

Request - the reader is in Georgie’s class and he’s in love with her but she doesn’t appear interested because he’s such a player. One day a rumor is spread and discovered by the reader where she freaks out until Georgie comes to calm her down after another boy starts insulting her.

⚉ characters: jongseob x reader

⤷(with keeho & intak)

⚉ wc: 3,9k

⚉ genre: fluff, school AU, slow burn, friends to(?), slice of life, light comedy, romance(?)

⚉ theme: student!jongseob, student!reader, friend!jongseob, friend!reader

⚉ warnings: none

Masterlist ┋ it started with a paper plane <-

⚉ a/n: welcome or welcome back! I'll be honest... this one was a struggle. I rewrote it many times, and I still don’t like the outcome. It’s just... not it (which I find amusing because I think I said something like that about part one 😅). Thank you to @seobjectt asking for pt.2, hope you’ll like it as much as the first part! As always, thank you so much for reading, leaving a heart, or even reblogging - it means a lot to me! If you see any mistakes, please feel free to kindly correct me ♡

You helped the boy collect the rest of the scattered papers and gave them to him. With a quiet "Thanks," he took them from you and put them back into his notebook from where they all fell out. After that, you two just stayed on the hallway’s linoleum; he holding his notebook, and you holding the piece of paper with a doodle from him.

"I… I guess we should go to our class." You said, but your body didn’t move an inch. Just like his.

"Yeah," he agreed, staying right where he was kneeling.

Instead, he ducked his head, hiding his face that resembled more a tomato than a human face itself. But you didn’t look any better. You felt your cheeks burning, and you were sure you weren’t far from becoming a tomato yourself.

Who would have thought discovering the mysterious doodle boy would leave both of you unable to speak properly?

"Thank you," you spoke again, but stopped mid-sentence because you still hadn’t known this boy’s name. Only his nickname—JSup. "For the doodles and notes. They really make me… happier."

"Uhm." He nodded, acknowledging you at least, but he kept his gaze focused on anything but you, which hurt a little.

Has he become just very shy, or have you made things awkward somehow? Either way, you couldn’t quite understand why he was so… hesitant to talk to you. Just a second ago he was telling you how he kept leaving doodles for you because they made you smile more.

With a soft exhale, you looked around the empty hallway. The silence served as a constant reminder that neither of you should still be there.

"We really should go." You urged, standing from your squatting position.

Once you stretched to your full height, you fixed the strap of your bag that was hanging over your shoulder. Then your eyes fell on the boy whose name was still unknown to you. His head faced away from you, and he clutched the notebook in his arms as if it were his lifeline.

Not wanting to make things more awkward than they needed to be by calling out to him by his nickname, you left that out.

"C’mon," you moved your arm towards him, fingers curling and uncurling in a quick, inviting motion. "Let me help you."

The boy looked up at you, and you offered him a small, gentle smile. He looked from your smile down at your hand, and finally, after a moment, he grabbed it. You helped him to stand back on his feet, and together you two went to your respective classes.

His class was first in the long hallway. Both of you stopped in front of the wooden door, glancing at each other.

"See you around?"

You didn’t want that to sound like a question, but the awkwardness that lingered in the air made you less confident than you were in your head.

The boy—JSup—just nodded, turning his back to face you while reaching for the door handle so he could join the class. Though it was quite pointless, because you probably missed half of it.

Exhaling softly, you turned too, ready to continue on your path to the class. You didn’t even bother saying 'bye' because you knew he would either just nod or not respond at all.

But before you could get too far away from him, the boy spoke: "Jongseob."

You snapped your head towards him, brows knitted together in a silent question as you stood there.

The boy’s corners turned into a small smile. "It’s my name." He explained. "Jongseob."

Now you were the one whose answer was to only nod. But Jongseob hasn’t looked upset or angry at the lack of words from you. No, his smile grew larger, and even a chuckle escaped his throat.

"See ya," was all he said before he entered the classroom.

You stood there for a moment longer than necessary, asking yourself, "What the hell just happened?" but no one could give you an answer to that. Letting out something that was supposed to resemble a laugh, but sounded more like a huff, you moved towards your classroom yet again.

On your way there, you couldn’t stop thinking what a strange boy he is; one moment he talks—even while looking like a tomato—the other he can’t talk, or even look at you and last, he is almost… confident? Really, a strange boy.

Jongseob, as you learned.

And yet, deep down, you knew you wouldn’t ever be calling him by his real name; even though it was a beautiful one. But JSup was just too perfect to pass up the opportunity to tease him.

After your first class ended—which you had to suffer most in front of the whiteboard because of your late attendance—you left as the last person there. To your surprise, Jongseob was waiting in the hallway, leaning back against the opposite wall.

Without giving it much though if he is waiting for you, you went towards him. As soon as he saw you, he pushed himself off the wall while lifting his bag from the linoleum floor.

"Hey," he greeted you once you were close enough to hear him.

"Hi," you said back, tilting your head. "You were waiting for me?"

Jongseob nodded. "Yeah, I was."

And here it was again! His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and a shy smile appeared on his face. It was as if all the confidence you saw in him before he joined his class had disappeared.

Oh, no… Does that mean he will stop talking to you in a second and then burst into sudden confidence?For some reason, you found it amusing. Almost adorable, just like his doodles were.

"Thank you." You smiled back at him, holding the strap of your bag a little tighter.

The awkwardness came back, filling the air around just the two of you. Neither of you moved a muscle while other students moved around you, talking and laughing. Something which you should do too, but no. You were simply staring at each other, matching dark red color adorning your cheeks.

You cleared your throat. "Shall we… Shall we go?" You jerked your head towards the other students.

Jongseob only nodded.

Yeah, you absolutely called it—now you just need to wait for his confidence to get back.

"Okay." You let out, close to a whisper.

Then, without waiting for anything else, both of you joined the crowd and went to your next class. You tried to walk by the walls where it was less possible for someone to bump into you while Jongseob was walking by your side. A double protection, if you will, but you felt bad when he was the one getting bumped into.

On the other hand, you haven’t forced him to do that. He has done it on his own.

Once you cut the corner, this time your class was first. The two of you stopped a few steps from the opened door where the space wasn’t so crowded. You turned to Jongseob, who had not averted his gaze from you, which you counted as a win. A small one, but it was a win regardless.

"Will you wait for me after this class too?" You asked hopefully. Even if he is too shy to talk to you, you still find his presence enjoyable.

And who knows? If the confident side of him hasn’t had time to catch up at the moment, maybe the next time he will talk more.

As always, Jongseob nodded.

You gave him a small smile. "Okay."

Without another word, you turned towards the door, but before you could take more than two steps, you heard his voice.

Perhaps the confident Jongseob is going to appear sooner than you thought.

You turned back to give him your full attention, one brow raised. "Sorry, I couldn’t hear you."

What? You just wanted to enjoy his voice more when he could talk to you again. Who knows when his shyness will strike, leaving him speachless once more. You need to take this to your advantage.

Jongseob must have seen right through your lie because he chuckled, shaking his head. Though his cheeks remained red.

"I asked, 'What’s your name?'" He repeated himself just for you. "I already told you mine. I think it’s fair for me to know yours."

Is that a smirk you can see on his face?

"Where is the confidence coming from?" You asked, you just had to, even if it was risky.

It was clear your question stunned the boy, and for a second you thought he was back to being non‐verbal. Damn it, maybe he was trying really hard to talk to you, and you had to ruin it with that stupid question.

He proved you wrong.

"Why? Do you want me not to talk to you again?" He cocked one eyebrow up, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Hmm…" you tapped your chin with your finger, pretending to think about it. "I don’t know, you’re quite cute when you’re shy, not knowing how to answer to anything I say, JSup." You teased him back.

This time, both of you froze on your spots, and for the same reason. Neither of you could believe what you have just said. Out loud. In a school hallway filled with students.

If you haven’t ruined the moment before, now you surely have.

"I’m sorry, I…" you paused, chewing on your lip. There was a lot on your mind you could say as an apology, but none of the words came out.

Jongseob stared at you with wide eyes for long enough that your only thought was how much you had screwed this up. Maybe it would have been better if both of you stayed shy and scared to say anything with so much confidence.

But then, Jongseob’s lips curved into that playful smile while his face gained the color of a tomato once again. "So you think I’m cute?"

You couldn’t help the laugh that came out of your throat at the absurdity of this all. Jongseob wasn’t holding back and joined you in the laughter. A few students gave you weird looks, but you two were now in the comfort of your own bubble to care.

"Yeah," you nodded once your laugh ceased. "Especially when you look like a tomato. Like right now."

"Says the one who looks like a cooked lobster." He shoots back, not shying away.

Your mouth hung open with a puff of a chuckle. "Wow." You said, pressing your lips together. "But you know what? Fair, I deserve that."

The shy Jongseob was cute, but this one? This one was something else, and you hoped to see more of it. More of him.

"So," he started after a moment of silence.

"So?"

"Will you tell me your name now, or am I undeserving of it because of the comment about lobsters?" He asked, the smile on his lips turning into a shy one.

Just as you were opening your mouth to tell him your name, the school bell rang, announcing the start of the class—some teachers would argue with you on that statement.

"I guess you’ll have to wait after class." You said, turning away from him.

"That’s not fair." He whined. "Are you seriously going to keep me waiting?"

"See ya!" was all you said before disappearing into the classroom, your own playful smile on your lips.

What a strange boy Jongseob really is, but that’s what makes him—him.

Throughout the morning, you two continued to meet up like this after every class. Usually, it was Jongseob who was waiting for you, always being the first person out of his class where you were always the last. But on a rare occasion, you were the one waiting for him.

Of course, you told him your name, and not just that. The conversation between the two of you was flowing smoothly, which was surprising to either of you because of the rough start. But no one was to blame. Everyone is different, and Jongseob just needed some time to relax and overcome the fear of saying something wrong while shy. Though his shyness appeared a few times, just like yours.

No one is perfect.

If that were the case, life would be boring.

Before your path would split for another 45 minutes—a very long 45 minutes—you decided you should meet in the school cafeteria after this class, as it will be lunchtime. Jongseob agreed, and both of you entered your next classroom.

Once your class ended, and it was lunchtime break, you headed to the school cafeteria where you had to tell your two friends—Keeho and Intak—you won’t be eating lunch with them. Essentially, abandoning them.

Okay, 'abandoning' is a strong word to use, but that’s exactly how Keeho and Intak reacted when you told them you won’t be joining them today. They just wanted to sound as dramatic as they could, so you would change your mind and stay. This happens every time one of you wants to leave the lunchtime group, but it never works.

Truth be told, you were more than excited to have lunch with Jongseob; the boy who made your days entertaining with his notes and doodles meant only for you. Not that your friends weren’t doing the same job, but with Jongseob it was just… different. The good kind of different.

Keeho and Intak were begging you, but that was until they saw a mysterious boy coming closer to you.

Jongseob stopped next to you, eyeing your two friends before his attention was on you. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, his voice trembling a little from nervousness.

That was when their "Please, don’t go," and "You can’t do this to us," turned into knowing smirks and sickeningly sweet smiles.

Rolling your eyes at them, you grabbed Jongseob by his arm and dragged him away from your friends. "Yes, I am."

No, scratch that. You saved him from them. The three of you had been friends for a while now, and you could recognize when they were about to overwhelm someone with a bunch of questions that could sometimes be pretty invasive. You couldn’t do that to Jongseob, not yet.

Knowing Keeho and Intak, maybe never.

Since that day, you and Jongseob were always waiting for each other after classes, enjoying the walk through the school hallways until one of you arrived first to their classroom.

With every small talk you two had, Jongseob gradually stopped turning into a tomato, which you hadn’t realized how much you’ll miss once it stopped. Will you ever tell him that? Probably not. That’s your little secret.

Of course, one day you had to introduce him to your friends, and of course they bombarded him with all kinds of questions. That may have sent Jongseob back into his shell a little, but he warmed up to Keeho and Intak, too. And soon, it felt like he was a part of your group from the beginning.

Because you were with Jongseob pretty much every single day, he stopped leaving notes with doodles for you in your locker or in math class. But because he was with you all the time, you haven’t even noticed that. He was now the reason for your smile to appear on your face every time you saw him, and Jongseob noted that. Deciding you don’t need his doodles anymore.

Or maybe it was because he thought it would feel… weird to still keep going and leaving them for you when you now know his identity. Maybe his shyness wasn’t as gone as you thought.

And maybe you also haven’t noticed because you asked Jongseob about his art daily, which he showed you every single time. Reluctantly, because he felt embarrassed showing someone his art—it’s not like he was leaving his doodles for you to find, for an entire month—but he always did.

Seeing his gorgeous art inspired you to try drawing yourself. You never did anything other than doodling in your notebooks, so at least that was something you had in common.

One evening you sat down behind your study desk in your room, where you pulled out newly bought art paper, which was thicker than a normal one, and all kinds of art supplies. Crayons, pencils, watercolors, colored pencils, even chalk.

Yeah, you went all out.

And maybe you threw all your lunch money out the window for something you’ll use once. But you now know someone who will get a use out of them once you won’t need them anymore.

Win is a win after all.

You sat there for quite some time, staring at the blank paper, trying to figure out what you should draw. Or maybe you should try painting? Another decision for you to make.

You wanted to choose carefully because this is going to be a gift for Jongseob; if you ever decide to finally put something on paper, that is. You wanted it to be perfect. It had to be perfect.

In the end, you searched the internet for some inspiration until you found a photo of a cat and dog sleeping together in a nest. A memory of the first doodle you received from Jongseob fleshed in front of your eyes as if you were just looking at it. A cat and dog hugging each other, doodled inside of folded paper plane.

Your eyes flicked up to your shelf where, among a few books and one picture frame, was the said paper plane that started it all.

This was perfect.

Without waiting for anything else, you placed your phone onto the desk, keeping the picture there as a guide. Then you took one of the many pencils and got to work.

The more you kept going, the more your lack of artistic skills showed.

You finished the drawing, and upon seeing the result… you know you can’t give this to Jongseob. Exhaling softly, you just sat there staring at the piece of art that many wouldn’t even dare to call it that.

It took you so long; you wasted your precious sleep, and the result looks like it was drawn by a two-year-old.

But you couldn’t let one failed project stop you. No, you won’t give up that easily. So, instead of letting the disappointment win, you pulled out a paper from your drawer; just a normal print paper. And because you had everything else on the table, you gave it a second try.

With just a different approach.

A better one.

The next day you felt like crap.

Mostly because you fell asleep while still seated behind your desk, art supplies scattered everywhere around you, and your failed art staring at you.

"Oh, God." You groaned as you tried to move your stiff limbs.

Your alarm eagerly chirped, a cheerful herald of the new day, urging you to rise despite your reluctance. If only the sound wasn’t so annoying, maybe you would just leave it for a few more minutes. But if you’ll have to hear that awful sound for one more minute, it might take flight out of your window.

With more groans and curses leaving your lips, you stood up from your usually comfortable chair, and with numb legs you made it to the alarm clock.

What a nice thing to hear. Silence.

Sliding down, your butt hit the soft mattress, and you could have sworn the bed called your name, giving you a much-needed invitation to dreamland. However, much to your displeasure, you couldn’t let the fluffy pillows, that patiently waited for you, lure you into their embrace.

"C’mon, Y/N. You can do it." You tried to boost yourself up, and it worked, but only for you to keep moving. Regarding your energy? You’ll have to use something stronger.

You limped your way to the bathroom, ignored the urge to sit on the toilet—you knew if you sat down again, you wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon—and stopped right in front of the vanity.

Starting the water, you formed a bowl with your hands that you put under the water. Taking a deep breath, you splashed your face with ice-cold water. You shook your head after the impact, feeling much more awake than you had just a minute ago.

Yes, that did the trick.

But you’ll still take an energy drink with you as extra fuel.

Now refreshed, and somehow functioning like a normal human being, you finished your morning hygiene and returned to your room, where you changed from your pajamas into clothes for school.

Just before leaving your room, you picked up your bag and slung it over your shoulder, but most importantly, you took the project you had been working on overtime from your desk.

In the kitchen, you grabbed one energy drink from the fridge and headed out. You cracked the can open and sipped on the liquid on your way to school, needing the boost of energy as soon as you could. Drinking it on an empty stomach and having it as your breakfast wasn’t the best idea, but it was an emergency. Much needed emergency.

You emptied the can right before you stepped onto the school grounds, throwing it away in the nearest trash can. You strode between students with hurried steps to your locker. Was it because of your excitement to give Jongseob his gift, or because of the caffeine now running in your system?

If you could take a guess, you would say it’s even. Others who saw you drink the can would say otherwise.

Taking your math book from inside your locker together with your notebook, you put them in your bag. Then you closed the locker, making the metal door screech on its hinges. It was a horrible sound that didn’t register in your brain as you tried to get to math class. A folded paper plane in your hand.

Once you made it into the math class with way more enthusiasm than anyone should feel towards this subject, you let out a sigh of relief at not seeing Jongseob behind his desk yet. You approached his desk with measured steps that concealed the energy coursing through your body, placing the neatly folded paper plane down.

Leaving it there, you took a seat behind your desk, preparing all the materials for the class while your eyes kept glancing at the door, waiting for his arrival.

You didn’t have to wait long. Jongseob walked through the door ten minutes after you did. He only gave you a small wave and smile, which you returned, and followed him with your gaze as he moved towards his desk.

His steps faltered as he noticed the paper plane. You watched him pick the paper plane up, look at it from every angle before he unfolded it as one wing instructed in your handwriting.

Inside the paper plane waited for him a decent drawing of a star and song lyrics you had carefully picked while sleep-deprived. And in the top right corner, he found written in black marker a name.

Y/N

Jongseob’s smile grew big, and as usual, his cheeks turned just a shade away from a tomato. His head turned towards you, eyes locking with yours as you both smiled at each other like complete fools.

It started with a paper plane, but it sure as hell wouldn’t end with one.

You always thought that he's lazy, and he sometimes pisses you off by not doing his part as a weekly cleaner in the classroom. Whenever he does his part though, it won't be really clean (just decent enough but there would still be dust though.)

Other than him being lazy, you kind of noticed that he's also VERY observant when he's not sleeping his buttcheeks in his table. He can point out things that not all of your classmates can see and can notices things when no one can.

And this detail would be a pain in your ass..

(BECAUSE HE IMMEDIATELY NOTICES THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM—LIKE DAMN DAWG, YOU'RE NOT GONNA EAT HIM ARE YOU?)

But yeah, it would be a pain. Not only he can notice your feelings for him, he could also unconsciously observe you and could possibly maintain eye contact until you look away. (And you may or may not like the way he bore his gaze through the back of your skull.)

He observes the way how your body react when talking to people, how you get awkward and embarrassed when you do something stupid, he also noticed how you get pissed of by that one classmate of yours (and he kinda wants the tea)

And whenever he does observe or look at you, you could feel the chills that run down on your spine and the way the hairs around your nape stand. Yeah.. its very uncomfortable and a lovely feeling at the same time.

Sim jaeyun

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𖤐 paring : Jake x reader

𖤐 genre : high-school sweethearts

𖤐 warning : 18+ content, fingering, choking, pussy eating, makeout, smut, kissing, neck grabbing

𖤐 summary : Jake, the physics prodigy and your high school sweetheart, offered to help you with your studies. However, instead of focusing on physics, you had other plans in mind, involving making him forget all about equations and delve into a more satisfying kind of experimentation.

song suggestions (listen while reading) :

As you entered the classroom, your shoulders slumped and a frown tugged at the corners of your lips. Jake couldn't help but notice your expression and asked, "What's wrong? You look like someone just told you your favorite band has disbanded."

With a heavy sigh, you replied, "I just got called into the physics teacher's office. My grades in that class have been dropping like a rock, but I've been excelling in all my other subjects. It's so frustrating because I'm usually good at everything, especially math, but physics is just kicking my butt."

Jake couldn't resist poking a little fun at your distress over physics grades. He chuckled and teased, "It sounds like the only thing dropping around here is your physics grade, not some random band. Maybe you should focus on studying physics instead of being their number one fan."

She rolled her eyes at his playful jab, but couldn't help a slight smile from tugging at her lips as she retorted, "Oh shut up, Jake. As if your taste in music is any better than mine."

Jake raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise. "Oh, so my music taste is now on the chopping block, huh? Well, let me tell you, my taste in music is a masterpiece like none other."

You chuckled at his over-the-top response. "A masterpiece, huh? Let me guess, you only listen to obscure and experimental genres that no one's ever heard of, right?"

Jake feigned offense. "Obscure and experimental? Those are just fancy words for 'ahead of their time' and 'avant-garde.' You'll come around to appreciate my excellent taste eventually."

Just as your conversation with Jake was getting a bit livelier, Sunghoon walked into the room, He noticed the two of you sitting together, Sunghoon approached the two of you, a bit curious as to what you were discussing. With a hint of concern in his voice, addressed your academic struggles. "Word on the street is that you're having some trouble with physics lately. I heard it's been giving you quite the headache."

"Great, more talk about physics" you said, annoyance creeping into your voice.

"You know, I'm pretty good at this class," he said casually. "If you need any help, I'd be happy to lend a hand." Jake stifled a laugh as Sunghoon made the offer to help with physics. He knew all too well that Sunghoon struggled with the subject himself.

"Good one, Sunghoon," Jake said, struggling to hide his amusement. "Maybe you should focus on helping yourself with physics first before offering to help others."

Sunghoon rolled his eyes at Jake's comment. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, I'm not the greatest at physics," he replied, feigning offense. "But I'm still offering, alright?"

Jake's possessive streak started to show. He felt a twinge of jealousy as he noticed the way Sunghoon was offering to help you with physics.

"You know what, Sunghoon," Jake suddenly interjected, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I'm her boyfriend. I can help her with physics if she needs it. You can take a back seat, alright?"

"Alright, alright, chill out, Jake," sunghoon said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I get the hint. You've got it covered. I'll step back, no need to get all territorial."

With that, he turned and walked away, shaking his head with a mix of annoyance and acceptance.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Jake's possessive words. "Hmmm," you teased, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. "Is that your way of declaring your ownership over me, Jake?"

Jake rolled his eyes playfully, realizing you were poking fun at his earlier display of jealousy. "Shut up," he retorted, but there was no hint of irritation in his tone. "You know I just don't like sharing what's mine."

Jake leaned in close, his voice dropping to a seductive tone. "It's not just a matter of pride, you know," he whispered. "It's a matter of desire. You're mine, and I don't like the thought of another guy getting so close to you. It stirs up primal instincts, a hunger I can't control. So, you see, it's more than just possessiveness. It's a deep, primal need to claim what's mine." The intensity in his voice and the way he described his desire to claim you made your heart race. But just as you were processing his words, Jake leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The affectionate gesture caught you off guard, making your cheeks flush with a mix of surprise and affection. You couldn't help but feel a fluttery sensation in your stomach as you wondered how one simple move could melt your defenses so effortlessly.

As you looked at Jake, your eyes slowly traveled down his lean figure. You took in his messy hair that fell perfectly over his glasses, framing his captivating puppy-like eyes. The prominent vein there was the way he would occasionally bite his lower lip, a subtle gesture that spoke of a hidden lust. You couldn't help but feel a heat slowly begin to spread through your body as you continued to drink in the sight of him.

Jake's hands were a dangerous game, a tantalizing tease that left you craving for more. The veins that ran along his arms and down his fingers added a sinful edge, a hint of animalistic power lurking beneath the surface. And his slender digits, how they moved with such fluid elegance and grace, whether strumming the strings of his guitar or tracing a soft touch against your skin — each movement was a symphony of passion and finesse, leaving you entranced and yearning for more.

Jake gave you a reassuring smile, his puppy-like eyes meeting your gaze."I'll be at the park at 5 with Layla and my physics helpbook. We'll hang out, and I'll help you with your physics studies. Sound good?"

"Sure," you replied, a hint of excitement in your voice. "That sounds like a great plan. I'll see you there at 5."

in the park

As you approached the park, you spotted Jake up ahead, playing with Layla. He was throwing a small squeaky toy for Layla to chase and catch, and she was gleefully running after it, her tail wagging with excitement. Jake looked up as you neared, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, you're here!" he greeted you, patting the spot beside him on the bench. "I was just playing with Layla while I waited. She's having a blast."

"omg she's full of energy today" you said

As you settled down beside him, Jake couldn't resist stealing a quick kiss. His lips gently brushed against yours, a soft and affectionate gesture that sent a warm flutter through your chest.

"Hey," he whispered. "I missed you. You look beautiful today."

"I missed you too." you chuckled.

Jake chuckled softly, "Yeah, let's start on those physics questions. Can't let you slack on your studies, now can we?" With that, he opened the physics textbook and flipped to the chapter you had been struggling with. He placed the book on your lap so you could both look at it.

"Alright," he said, pointing to a problem on the page, "Let's start with this one. Do you remember the formula we need to solve it?"

You nodded, trying to focus your attention on the textbook in front of you. Jake's proximity was making it a bit challenging to concentrate, but you took a deep breath and mentally went through the formula in your head.

"Uh, let me think," you said, tapping your fingers on the page. "I think it's something like F equals ma, right? Force equals mass times acceleration?"

"Exactly right," he said, his gaze fixed on your face. "That's the one. So, assuming we have the mass and the acceleration, we can plug those into the formula and solve for force."

He pointed to the numbers listed in the problem, guiding you through the steps of plugging them into the formula. As he continued to explain the physics problem, using his hands to illustrate the concepts, your attention was drawn to his veiny forearms and slender fingers. The way his hands moved as he explained the formulas, the subtle motions, was incredibly hypnotic. And as his hands gestured towards your neck, as if wrapping around it delicately, a shiver ran down your spine, causing you to momentarily forget about the physics problem.

You couldn't help but imagine those hands on your skin, the touch of his slender fingers exploring every inch of you, slowly and methodically. His eyes, still fixed on your face, appeared to notice your distraction, and a sly, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He was well aware of the effect his hands and his nearness were having on you, and he found it amusing to see your concentration waver. But all the while, a flicker of desire flickered in his eyes, mirroring your own imagination of his touch.

"Are you paying attention?" he whispered, his voice low and smooth. "I thought you were trying to learn something here."

You snapped your attention back to the problem in front of you, feigning nonchalance.

"Of course I am," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just had a brief moment of distraction. No big deal."

*smirks* Jake handed you a small quiz sheet, and you glanced over it, seeing various physics questions and formulas. His thoughtfulness in preparing it for you touched you, a sign of his genuine wish to help you study.

"Thanks, Jake," you said, looking up at him with a grateful smile. "I'll do my best. And don't worry, I'll be sure to tell you if I need any help."

"Good," he said. "I trust you'll do well. And yeah, don't hesitate to ask if you need any assistance. I'm here to help."

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he looked away, as if trying to reign in his own feelings.

"Hey," he said softly, "You look exhausted. Coffee might not be a bad idea. Let's head to that café down the street and grab a cup."

"You're right," you replied, a hint of relief in your voice. "Coffee would be perfect right now. Let's go."

As you both stood up, Jake gestured for you to lead the way towards the café. He followed closely behind you, his presence behind you causing a subtle thrill to run down your spine. But you tried to ignore the feeling, focusing on the thought of the much-needed caffeine boost that awaited you at the café.

As you both entered the cozy café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, immediately lifting your spirits. Jake ordered his usual black coffee, and then he surprised you by ordering your favorite latte with extra whipped cream on top, along with some dog-friendly treats for Layla.

"Here you go," he said, handing you the steaming hot latte. "I thought you could use something a bit sweeter this morning."

"Thank you," you said, meeting his gaze with a sincere smile. "You didn't have to get all this, but I really appreciate it."

Jake smiled warmly, his eyes meeting yours. "You know, I was just thinking," he began, "that it would be great to spend more time together. I'd love it if you could come over to my place afterward. We could hang out, keep studying if you want, or do something else entirely. I just really enjoy your company and want to spend as much time with you as possible."

His smile was eager, hopeful on his face. It was clear that he was genuinely hoping you would say yes.

Jake's suggestion caught you by surprise, and a mixture of emotions washed over you. "Yeah," you replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "I'd like that. Let's hang out at your place after this."

"Perfect." he says with a joyful smile on his face.

Your heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was uncharted territory for you – visiting your boyfriend's place for the first time. It felt like a significant step in your relationship, and you hoped everything would go smoothly.

You glanced at Jake, taking in his relaxed demeanor as he strolled beside you. He seemed at ease.

Jake unlocked the gate and swung it open, gesturing for you to go through. As you entered his place, You followed Jake along the pathway, taking in the serene atmosphere of his home.

He turned to you, a warm smile gracing his lips. "So," he began, "now that we're at my place, there's plenty we can do. We can continue studying together if you want, or we can watch a movie, play some board games, or even cook something together. I'm open to anything that's comfortable for you."

He leaned back on the sofa, folding his arms behind his head, waiting for your response.

"umm how about netflix?" you suggested

Jake's face lit up at your suggestion. "Netflix sounds perfect," he said, reaching for the remote control on the coffee table. "You can pick whatever you want to watch. There's so much to choose from. Movies, series, documentaries – whatever you're in the mood for."

He handed the remote to you, allowing you to choose the entertainment for the evening. As he settled back on the sofa, he glanced over at you, eagerly awaiting your selection.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took the remote from Jake. "You know what?" you said, scrolling through the options on the TV. "Let's watch Grey's anatomy, That always put me in a good mood."

Jake nodded, a warm smile on his face. "That sounds perfect."

A grin spread across your face as you thought about watching Grey's Anatomy. "Alright then," you said, feeling a sense of excitement. "Grey's Anatomy it is! We can spend hours watching those intense medical cases, swooning over the romance, and bonding over our love for Meredith and Derek. Plus, it's got like a million episodes, so we won't run out of content anytime soon."

Jake nodded in agreement, clearly just as enthusiastic about the idea. "This is gonna be epic," he said, grabbing the remote from you. "Let's start from the beginning."

He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you closer to him on the sofa. His touch was warm and soothing, making you feel protected and cherished.

You snuggled into his embrace, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. The sound of his heart thumping beneath your ear was a soothing soundtrack to the movie playing on the TV.

The world seemed to fade away as you both focused on the series, losing yourselves in the lives of the doctors at Seattle Grace Hospital.

His slender fingers traced gentle circles on your neck, sending a slight shiver down your spine. His touch was light, yet it sent tingles of pleasure radiating from the point of contact. He seemed to be unconsciously exploring the sensitive skin there, his fingers gliding with ease across your exposed flesh.

As he continued to caress your neck, you could feel the tension slowly seeping from your body. It was as if his touch had the power to soothe and relax you, making everything else seem insignificant in comparison. A small gasp escaped your lips as his fingers trailed across your neck, sending a thrill of electricity through your body. His touch was delicate, yet it ignited a flame within you, sending waves of desire coursing through your veins. The way his fingers explored your skin was intoxicating, and you found yourself arching your neck slightly, giving him easier access.

Jake seemed to notice your reaction, as his finger began to trace a path towards the collarbone, leaving a trail of heat and anticipation in its wake.

As Jake continued to caress your neck and collarbone, your eyes fluttered closed, your body responding to his touch in ways you couldn't control. In that moment, all you wanted was for him to keep going, to explore every inch of you and drive you wild with ecstasy.

"Jake," you whispered, your voice a mere breath.

Jake pulled back slightly, his lips still hovering inches away from yours. His breath came in ragged gasps.

"It's just... ."

Jake remained silent for a moment, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that contrasted with the raw desire you could feel radiating from him. "Tell me what you're feeling right now. Tell me what you need."

Your gaze fixed on Jake's lips, your mind reeling with a flood of thoughts. You knew exactly what you wanted, but the words seemed to get stuck on your tongue. It was as if the intensity of the moment had rendered you speechless, your emotions surging through you like a tidal wave.

He cupped your face in his hands and crashed his lips against yours in a fervent kiss. There was no hesitation, no holding back this time. He kissed you fiercely, his lips moving over yours demandingly, as if he couldn't get close enough. His tongue delved into your mouth, tangling with yours, and his hands roamed your body urgently, mapping every curve and contour. As Jake's lips trailed down from your mouth to your neck, a low moan escaped you, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. The sensation of his mouth on your sensitive skin sent shivers down your spine, the heat of his touch igniting a fire within you. Each kiss, each nip of his teeth, fueled a desire that you never knew you had. You arched your neck, giving him more access, silently pleading for him to continue his assault on your senses.

"Jake," you gasped, your voice hoarser than before. "Please, put your hand around my throat. I want to feel your touch, your control."

You looked at him, your eyes pleading, silently begging him to give you what you craved.

"Is this what you want, sweetheart?" Jake murmured, his voice low and raspy with desire. He knew exactly what you were asking for, but he wanted to make sure you were certain about it. He tightened his grip slightly tighter, his fingers pressing against the sensitive skin of your neck. "You want me to put my hand around your throat, to give you that feeling of helplessness and desire at the same time?"

"Yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a

Your body arched towards him, silently begging for his touch to become stronger, to bring you to the edge of pleasure and push you over. You felt a sense of surrender, of relinquishing all control to him, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. But most of all, you wanted to feel him. As Jake's hand closed around your throat, your breath caught in your chest. His fingers applied just enough pressure to make you gasp, making your pulse flutter beneath his touch. It was a possessive move, yet there was a tenderness to it, a care that showed in the way his hand cradled your neck.

His other hand began to explore your body, caressing your curves, his fingers tracing fiery paths across your skin. It was as if he needed to touch you, to claim you, to make sure you knew how much he wanted you.

His hand slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants, a shiver of anticipation ran through you. The touch of his warm palm against your pussy sent a wave of desire coursing through your body, and you instinctively arched towards him, craving more.

He traced small circles on your vagina, his fingers caressing the sensitive flesh he found there. Each touch was deliberate, and he seemed to know where to apply pressure to drive you wild. His hand continued its descent, moving towards the sensitive area between your thighs, and you couldn't help but whimper in need.

"You're so fucking wet y/n" he whispered, his voice deepened.

"Yes, I'm so wet for you," you responded, your voice trembling. "I need you, Jake, so badly. You have no idea how much I crave your touch, your presence."

He leaned in closer, his lips millimeters away from yours. "Show me," he breathed, his voice dripping with lust. "Show me just how badly you want me."

"I can show you better than I can tell you," you purred, leaning closer, your breath mingling with his. Your lips hovered just a fraction of an inch away from his, and the desire to close the gap was almost overwhelming.

"Just close your eyes," you murmured, "and let me show you every single way I want you, every single way I need you."

Your lips pressed against Jake's abs, leaving a trail of soft, moist kisses along his skin, as you marked his body with a hickey. Your tongue traced lazy circles around his navel, tasting the salty essence of his skin. his body reacting to the sensations you were stirring within him. He let out a low moan, his hands gripping your shoulders, holding you against him as if afraid you might pull away.

"fuck" he groaned, his fingers digging into your skin.

As Jake rolled you over, you let out a gasp of surprise, your body momentarily frozen in shock. You surrendered yourself to the sensation, completely at his mercy.

He loomed over you, pinning you beneath him, his strong frame pressing against your soft curves.

"Don't move," he commanded, his voice ragged with need. "Just lie there and let me take good care of you."

Without further ado, Jake pushes your underwear aside and dives in, his skilled tongue immediately finding your most sensitive spots. He licks and sucks with intense focus, determined to make you squirm and moan. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he devours you. "Mmmm..."

"OH GOD" you screamed.

He pulls back, his face glistening. "Oh god? Is that all you've got? Because I've only just begun."

"Such a responsive little thing." He straightens up, his fingers gently caressing your swollen folds. And such a needy one too.His eyes are glistening with lust.

"It feels heavenly," you breathed, the words almost a moan in the quietness of the room.

Jake's grin turns smug as he slowly pushes two fingers inside you, curling them upward to hit that spot that drives you wild. "Heaven, you say?" He begins to move his hand, his rhythm steady and purposeful. "Well, then. I must be your personal angel."

Jake's fingers continue to work their magic, stretching and curling inside you as he eats your pussy with his other hand. "You're so fucking tight, and your taste is divine."

you were out of breath, struggling to breathe

"They were right; it's the shy nerd guys, always surprise you." you said with your voice trembling.

▶︎ɪᴛᴏɴᴀ x ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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He is cool and violent. You are annoyed and violent.

Everyone would have seen you as some secret sister of Karma if wasn't for the distinct difference between you both.