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complementary - the physics of your body [part 1] (sjy)
pairing: brother's best friend!jake x afab!reader
synopsis: The thermodynamics of your bodies together, the sound wave of your moans, the gravity that pulled you towards each other. You were a perfect combination, the right equilibrium, complementary.
my's note: i had to break this work into two parts due to the size of it, i'm so sorry. i'll post the part 2 in a few days! my longest (and dirtiest) work lol. i used some physics concepts but funny thing hah i know nothing about physics SO PLEASE don't think too much into it... also don't know if i'd commit this much with a fic if wasn't for ari freaking out whenever I teased to add something new so please everyone say thank you ari! <3 on a side note: this is especially for her. i love you, ari đ
warnings: mention of trauma from parents, jay is y/nâs older brother, jake is jay's best friend and three years older than the reader, physics stuff lol, reader blushing/turning red!, drama/arguments, fluff, angst a little (with happy ending!!), pet names (babe, doll, good girl...) SMUT - so minors DO NOT interact!, unprotected sex (donât do it!!!), oral (m.), choking, jk cum inside, gag, overstimulation (m.). lmk if i missed something!
wc: 27k.
NOT PROOFREAD.
taglist đ: @yvnempire, @marigold-sunflowers
âI know that delaying it seemed the right thing to do at the time, but I donât think you can run away from physics anymore, kiddo.â
As your eyes rolled, annoyed with the nickname, you smacked the pizza dough into the cold marble, kneading it to make it perfectly soft. The inner core of your stomach tightened with the reminder, bringing a bitter taste on the back of your throat that made you gulp.
âIâm literally in my second year in college and youâre still calling me that.â
Your muttered words elicited an immediate laugh from Jay, your big brother, who had his body resting on the door frame while watching you across the kitchen, panicking over the fact that you would finally have to deal with your biggest fear in school, by choosing to randomly make pizza at 4pm on a thursday.
âIt helps me to destress,â you explained once. âTo smack something thatâs not someoneâs face.â
âYouâd always be my kiddo,â he answered back fondly, yet with a hint of mocking, as he moved to sit at the kitchen peninsula chair.Â
Jay never really raised a question over your decisions and behaviors, applauding and supporting you every time while shooting loving eyes towards you whenever you were around doing your silly little things; just like now, as he followed your movements, a bit concerned with your deep frown and how quickly your hands worked on the dough, but nearby just in case you needed some help.
Over the years, the two of you shared a strong, healthy bond, especially within the walls of the house you grew up in.
Having wealthy parents came with its perks and its drawbacks, but for you, the drawbacks often outweighed the rest. Pursuing a dream that didnât align with your dadâs expectations felt almost like a betrayal of your familyâs values, as if you were intentionally choosing to disappoint them by turning away from the prospect of becoming a doctor, lawyer, or even a future CEO of the family company.
Some would say you were crazy for challenging yourself into a rougher path, giving away the possibilities of a stable life to pursue your real dreams. However, it didnât sound right for you to live a life without your wills being the main worry of it, forcing yourself to fit a model instead of creating your own.
Amidst the chaos you grew up in, Jay was always there to hold you close and feel proud with your achievements, protecting and looking after you.
He would drive you to your classes every morning when he started high school and you were still finishing middle school, buy you expensive gifts, and take you to fancy restaurants for your birthday. He always had his bedroomâs door unlocked for you to come when you felt like crying in the middle of the night because of something shitty your parents screamed at you. He never minded skipping work or classes if it meant staying home to take care of you when you were sick. And he had no issue scaring away any guy who, in his eyes, never seemed to be worthy enough of you.
You couldnât help but laugh whenever his protective tactics worked, knowing that, deep down, your brother was just a big softie, never ever daring to kill an insect and crying over romantic movies.
Moving in with him always sounded right, it was part of your big plans; finish school, get into college and share an apartment with your brother, who would be just wrapping up his own studies.
Jay offered you the reliability you needed.
He was three years older than you, now working as a CEO in one of your familyâs company subsidiaries after finishing administration school, and tried his best to give you everything you wanted and needed to live a good, comfortable life at least until you achieved your goal and stability by yourself, not wanting for your to do side jobs and focus only on studying.
Jay never cared much about doing it for him, choosing to pamper you to the brim without asking for anything back, even though you unconsciously paid with your happiness.
Due to your tough relationship with your parents, you never really took it for granted, working hard to keep yourself steady enough to live alone if you need to â Jay, on the other hand, would move mountains for that never to happen.
Jay fought for his place in the world with a little less struggle than you, and he blamed himself for it to some extent.
Your parents beamed with joy when he announced he would be studying business administration; you still remember that night of celebration, with your father practically glowing with happiness â the kind of happiness you knew you would never be able to give him, since you wanted to follow the artistic path of the spectrum.
Eventually, with your decisionâs outcome, Jay made it his mission to take care of both of you, because he understood that life had been unfair to you. It wasnât your fault that you didnât want to follow the pattern they had set out for you based only on their expectations. You didnât deserve to hear the hurtful words your parents threw at you, expressing their disappointment and sadness over who you had become.
Jay, however, admired the incredible woman you had turned into, in awe of your strength to keep fighting for your dreams, and he worked tirelessly to ensure you were safe, sound, and happy.
Now, you were in your second year in college, studying fine arts with Jayâs unwavering financial support; he offered you a comfortable place to live, covered your tuition and fees, food, clothes, and even your materials and books without bothering to ask for anything back in return.
The only thing he wanted was for you to concentrate on your studies and be happy.
And focus you did, although you had postponed as much as you could to finish a part of the core curriculum.
After everything you had been through, you could honestly say that physics was your biggest â and most frustrating â enemy.Â
You hated physics with passion, never understanding why the fuck you had to study it.
The speed of the light? Why bother? You would never use it to measure anything in your everyday life anyway. And gravity? Yeah, you knew it kept you grounded on Earth, but it sure didnât help you keep your steps steady. You were constantly tripping over your own feet.
It just never made sense to you. It only made you want to scream in frustration, tearing at your hair with every weird equation and choice of words to explain annoying, bullshit stuff.
âI just hate physics,â you groaned, breath heavy as your anger increased; a few strands of hair fell messily across your face, making the whole situation worse. âI hate it,â you muttered, punching the dough harder. Jay laughed. âHate it, hate it, hate it!â You repeated, each word punctuated by another angry smack against the poor pizza dough.
Jay, trying to hide his grin, shook his head. "I donât think the pizza dough has anything to do with your physics situation," he teased.
As much as he loved you, he was your brother and would always find a way to taunt your nerves before really offering a helping hand.Â
A deep sigh escaped your lips as you fluttered your eyes close and threw your head back. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of irritation and helplessness washing over you working as a perfect mix to send you to the edge of losing control, and you wondered why you got so triggered over such a trivial thing.
Then, it clicked. Of course, trauma from your parents.Â
You had always pushed yourself over the limit to be better, to get the highest grades and do your absolute best in school, only to feel frustrated when you couldnât achieve perfection.
In your parentsâ eyes, you would never be good enough no matter how many perfect scores you aced on exams and assignments.
In college, despite moving out of their house and ending contact almost entirely, you still held yourself to the same impossible standards, sometimes even worse.
Confronting a subject where you knew you couldnât be the best felt like a trigger, a reminder of everything you had been told over the years.
Useless. Incapable. Insufficient.
You automatically remembered last night, when you sat at your desk, eyes wandering over the physics textbooks sprawled open on the surface, words coming in a blur. You couldnât pinpoint when exactly it was due to your incapacity to understand them or to your tears that flowed easily after some minutes sitting in trance.
The weight was almost suffocating and you called it a day when your hands started to tremble and your body ached for rest, feeling extra tired just by⊠staring.
You rested your hips on the cold marble, blinking your eyelids open to glance at your brother. He had now a softened expression, calm and fond, hands comfortably placed on the countertop.
âI think Iâm just oversensitive,â you said, voice barely above a whisper as your hands now played with the dough absentmindedly, eyes slowly lowering to watch how your fingers disappeared into the soft white mixture. âYâknow, our parents theyâŠâ You trailed off, not really wanting to verbalize your thoughts.
âYeah,â Jay nodded, sighing. The knot in his heart tightened seeing you so pouty, understanding from how deep and particular your frustration came. âListen, I know you hate it, but you have to at least do the minimum to pass. You donât have to ace it all.â Jay spoke while standing up to wrap around the counter and stand by your side, his body resting on the counter as well.Â
You leaned into the touch when he caressed your hair, your whole body shifting to a less tense figure.
Jay tilted his head forward enough to search for your sad, puppy eyes. Suddenly, an insight crossed his mind and his lips curved into a smile.
âI have a friend,â he said and you finally glanced at him. The unexpected mention of his friend and how he sounded like having a great idea sparking your curiosity. âI think heâd love to help you.â
âSo, I invited the guys over,â Jay said while placing some beers on the minifridge near the entrance of your shared living room. You were standing up awkwardly in the middle of the room, eyes following Jayâs excited figure as he organized the house to welcome his friends. âAnd while me, Heeseung and Sunghoon do something fun, you and Jake can do the boring stuff.â
Jay had a plan, a solid one. And in any other circumstance you wouldnât be so nervous about it.Â
It was just another regular Friday. It was also routine for you to go out with your friends to some bar, club, or even have a girls' night at someone's house, while Jay would head to the house his friends shared.
Jay always used the excuse that he would rather keep the house free for you or not bother you, especially on those nights when you would choose to stay home to relax or study, though part of you suspected that sometimes he was actually heading to a girl's house and just didnât want to tell you.
Either way, today felt different.
It all started with him inviting the guys over to his place instead of the other way around, followed by a surprisingly sweet request for you to stay in and not go anywhere.
Soon after, he revealed his plan: he, Sunghoon, and Heeseung would play video games in the living room while you and Jake studied physics in some other corner of the house. He promised they would keep the noise down so as not to disturb you.
As said before, in any other situation you wouldnât be reacting the way you were; hands sweating, heart pumping loudly in your eardrums, head spinning. But in other situations there was no Jake in the equation.
Sim fucking Jaeyun, also known as Jake, was one of Jayâs closest friends, acting as much as siblings as you two.
They met in school and hadn't left each otherâs side ever since, sharing hundreds of stories together, with a bunch of adventures and countless funny moments. You closely watched them grow up and accomplish things side by side, constantly attending Jake's birthday parties and other of his familyâs events, even participating vividly on some of the âboyâs nightâ in your house where you crushed them in the video games they choose to play, always eliciting surprised sounds from Jake followed by compliments excitedly said, that, at some point, started to make you feel things.
When Jay moved out to start college, you were left alone at the house that aimed to destroy your dreams and, indirectly, you, having to deal with a lot on your own, constantly hearing the harsh words from your parents and having to lower your head without the courage to fight back, because Jay wasnât there to defend you anymore.
Jayâs routine became heavy, as he landed an internship early during his second year that consumed most of his time, barely having minutes to talk to you over the phone, moments where you opted to listen to his news and college life instead of filling him with your teenager suffering bullshit.Â
On the other hand, Jake, who was also in college, had way more free time. Whenever he went back to visit his own parents, he would set a time to take you out on weekends, helping you clear your head by treating you with some ice cream and any other snacks you wanted while listening to your concerns.
You grew really close to Jake during your high school years, noticing the genuine attention he gave you. Jake would always be close to you as a protective older brother, someone who looked out for you and took good care of you, a very trustworthy and sincere friend.
And yet, you always, always felt guilty for letting your feelings for him go beyond âjust friends.â
Jake was the same age as Jay â three years older than you, three years more experienced, three years more everything. He was, now, a man. A very attractive, hot, appealing man.Â
You had the chance to watch Jake grow up right before your eyes, transforming from a good-looking teenager into a charming young man. He had an irresistible smile, warm brown eyes that radiated kindness and sweetness, and a genuine aura that permeated his personality â always wanting to help others in the most caring way possible.
He was friendly, easygoing, sociable, and intelligent.
And when you saw him blossom, it was impossible not to feel completely captivated.
You vividly remember the time your brother posted a photo with his friends at the beach, and there was Jake, shirtless, showing off his toned, slightly sun-kissed body to the world. At that time you were already in your first year of college, while he was finishing up his own studies deep into the engineer life he chose to live.Â
Your relationship had cooled off a bit, as his academic demands increased and his visits became less frequent, until you eventually moved in with your brother. You assumed you would see Jake more often, but, for reasons unknown, Jay rarely invited his friends over to visit and Jake never really reached out for you.
It became awkward.
You attended parties with your brother and met Sunghoon and Heeseung, Jayâs college friends, that created a unique bond despite having known each other for less time. The four of them became as close as family, and Jay made sure his friends knew you in order to keep you safe when he wasnât around, constantly allowing them to pick you up on your way back home due to some unexpected schedule that kept him from doing it himself, for instance.
Jake, however, became distant. He would always have excuses not to do any of that and whenever you saw him at parties, he would at most give you a forced smile and a slight, polite nod, quickly diverting his path and avoiding you for the rest of the night.
It was painful in a way, especially since now that you were grown you realized your chances with him might actually be within reach.Â
As a teenager, your crush was as subtle as possible, aware that neither Jake nor Jay would ever approve of any kind of relationship between the two of you, so you never truly considered anything happening.
But now you had become a woman. And a relatively attractive one, if you did say so yourself. So, just as physics had never made sense to you, Jakeâs reaction to your presence had become just as baffling, until eventually you buried your feelings completely and moved on.
At least, thatâs what you thought â until Jay came up with this wild idea of having Jake as your physics tutor.
You gulped down your nervousness for the probably ninetieth time, now intensified by the bell ringing. Jay was in the bathroom and shouted for you to open the front door, saying it was the guys that had arrived.
As you made your way towards the entrance, your legs felt wobbly and your heart was racing fast as you clutched the doorâs knob. You took a deep breath, silently counting to ten before finally turning the handle.
âY/N!â Heeseung was the first to greet you with his usual bright smile, wrapping you immediately with his long arms in a tight hug, not minding that he carried some bags with his hands or that they clashed against your back. His blonde hair was perfectly parted, giving a very enticing aura to his already charming presence.Â
You smiled in response, warmed by his sweet embrace. By his side stood Sunghoon, his dark hair and thick brows framing his pale face perfectly. His cheeks rounded up as he gave you a shy, endearing smile before pulling you into his own hug.
âMissed you,â he muttered softly against your hair and you chuckled, squeezing him just a bit tighter before stepping back.
âYou guys never come to see me, so I donât know whoâs really missing who here,â you shot back with a teasing grin, pretending to pout as you moved away from Sunghoon, almost forgetting about the third presence standing behind them in the hallway.Â
After hearing their laughs and letting them in, your eyes flickered to the man awkwardly waiting for the interaction between the three of you to settle. Your breath hitched when your gaze met his, and you had to dig self control from the depths of your mind not to overreact.Â
Jake was as handsome as ever.
He was casually dressed in a leather jacket over a white shirt and distressed jeans that seemed to fit him almost too perfectly. Effortlessly good, rough and soft just like your heart enjoyed, which was beating loudly in your ribcage, enough for you to fear to be heard even with the noises from the other two who had just entered your house and were greeting Jay.Â
âHey,â Jake managed to say without giving you a proper look, eyes avoiding your figure at all costs.Â
âHey,â you replied with a forced small smile, stepping back to give him space to pass through, even though there was more than enough. You felt like it would be like that the whole night: awkward and distant. And it only increased your anxiety.
As you closed the door, feet glued on the ground, you wondered if it would be harder to understand anything physics related or to deal with Jakeâs presence. The only coherent answer you found was that either would be a pain in the ass, and you would be the one getting fucked at the end. Emotionally and academically.Â
Watching them settling into your apartment, comfortably lounging on your couch while laughing and drinking the beer Jay served, you couldnât help but think when exactly the whole tutoring thing would start. You waited for someone to bring it up, because although it seemed like a good idea, your inner self had doubts about your own reaction when being in a place alone with Jake and had no plans to pursue or engage it.
The couchâs armrest had never felt so awkwardly uncomfortable as you sat there, listening to the endless, nonchalant chatter around you. One of your arms rested on the back of the couch, propping up your head as your eyes shifted between Jake and the others. Whenever he caught you staring, you quickly averted your gaze, pretending to act like you werenât a bundle of nerves just being in the same room with him.
Heeseung was the one near you, casually using your legs as a makeshift support to his own arm, and Jay sat beside him, completely indifferent to Heeseung's touchy nature â it became routine, to some extent.
Sunghoon and Jake took place on the smaller couch opposite to you, Jake smiling along to the conversation while adding his own points to the whatever story they were telling and Sunghoon laughter filling the room.Â
You always found it amusing how Sunghoon seemed to be the reserved one, but when he was with his friends he was definitely the loudest.
Heeseung and you grew closer than you expected, often being the one giving you rides home, even raising some suspicions among your friends about being your boyfriend. As nice, gentle and charming he was, you never saw yourself having feelings for or even dating him.
Not when Jake was on the equation.
What?
âBut hey, Jake,â Heeseung suddenly cut the topic and gave a quick squeeze on your thigh. âWerenât you supposed to be helping Y/N with her studies?â
A cold chill immediately filled your belly and you froze in place, the smile lingering on your lips by listening to their funny chatter fading slowly as you lifted your gaze to Jake. Heeseung was innocently asking, but it caused your stomach to flip a whole 360, and the room was now dividing looks between you two.
You watched as Jakeâs expression faltered for just a moment, then quickly returned to his usual easy going demeanor. Before he said anything in response, Jay took the front of it.
âOh, thatâs right,â Jay said, leaning back into the couch with a teasing grin. âI asked you to help my sister, not come here to drink my beer and lounge on my expensive couch.â
You wanted to sink into the floor, or at least disappear. Jake shifted uncomfortably, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips though you could clearly tell he was faking it. Jayâs obliviousness only made it worse, as if he couldnât even sense the awkwardness between you and Jake.
There was no blame on him, though, especially because no one expected any type of tension between any of you.Â
You shot a quick glance at Jake again, who was avoiding your gaze once more, and all of a sudden the room felt too small, too crowded, as if the space around you was closing in, sinking you deep into a pool of anxiety.Â
âYou donât have to bother, really,â your voice filled the room, words waving weirdly in the air. You let out a mild chuckle, pushing yourself from your seating to stand up. âIâll go to my room, so you guys can hangââ
âHey, no way,â Jay interrupted your attempt of running away, frowning and lifting his beer bottle to point it at you, yet blind to the real atmosphere unfolding. âDonât try to escape from physics, kiddo.â
Heeseungâs small snort followed Jay's words, giving you teasing glinted eyes before remarking, his lips against his beer bottle. âYeah, Y/N. Youâve been avoiding it for Godâs know how long.âÂ
Somehow Heeseungâs choice of words seemed to light up a strange feeling in your chest, as if he was reading beyond reality, slightly aware of the you and Jake situation â to begin with, there was no you and Jake situation. No way he would say that about your relationship with physics alone. Anyway, your cheeks warmed instantly, your eyes wavering to any other place rather than the rest of the people sharing that abruptly small space with you.
âI think the kitchen is far enough for you both,â Sunghoon quickly added with a relaxed nod, sipping on his beer. âWe promise not to be loud, yeah?â He smirked, completely aware he was the loudest in the house so far.Â
You chuckled, switching your weight on your foot. âI canât believe it when youâre the one saying it,â you teased back, eliciting an immediate laugh from Sunghoon. âBut yeah, the kitchen seems to be an okay place. Besides, thereâs food and I can totally escape from physics or whatever with food,â you shot Jay a playful grin, quirking an eyebrow, challenging.Â
âDonât you dare.â Jay said firmly, but not really. You knew he was nothing but a worried brother about your mental health and how your academic performance affected it, wishing to give you only the best.
Unfortunately, the best in his vision wasnât necessarily the best you needed at that moment.Â
Jake finally stood up, fixing his clothes as he did so, running his fingers through his thick hair and glancing at you; your eyes tracked his every movement, the sinking feeling in your stomach tightening with the view. He was so damn hot.Â
âThe kitchen it is, then.â
You nodded, swallowing the lump of nervousness in your throat that came back in a strike, after reminding you would be spending quite a long time alone with Jake, having nowhere to run nor anything to calm down your fluttering heart.
Your legs betrayed you, feeling weak under the pressure of the situation. Still, you forced yourself to move, muttering a quiet âIâll go grab my books,â before rushing off towards your room.
As you came back, hands shaking and mouth dry, you headed straight to the kitchen wishing to have some more time alone to organize your thoughts, gather yourself and regain your senses before calling Jake. Unexpectedly, he was already there, sitting stiffly on the chair he chose while his slender fingers rapidly danced on his phone screen, unaware of your presence.
Your entire body froze, your plan going down the drain right away. You bit your lower lip, a soft, involuntary action that seemed to be the only thing holding you together in that moment. You had to keep moving forward. You had to. But you couldnât. Not when Jake was just⊠there.
A glimpse of a smirk curved the corner of his oh, so plush, distracting lips, glistening under the kitchenâs light while his attention was all on his phone, clearly chatting with someone. Girlfriend? The thought crossed your mind briefly; a man like Jake was probably taken already, and, to be honest, a small part of you almost hoped for it to be true, so you could stop torturing yourself over your silly feelings for him and really move on.
But Jake didnât ease your side, cheeky tongue every so often playing with the corner of his mouth, teeth pressing his plump bottom lip, and from where you stood you could see his pretty eyelashes fluttering with each blink, oblivious to the effect he was causing on you, oblivious to the storm happening inside your chest.
With a loud and sudden laugh his body jolted, phone slipping from his hands and clattering onto the table as he threw his head back, one of his hands messily running through his silk brown strands out of habit.
Only then he noticed you, standing up in the kitchenâs door, hugging your books, clearly staring.Â
âHoly fuck, Y/N!â He blurted out, a hand flying to his chest as if to steady himself, his puppy eyes widened to you, shoulders clearly tensed. âYou scared the shit out of me!â
âIâIâm sorry,â you stuttered, stepping further into the room and trying to sound casual, as if you werenât watching him from the past seconds with your heart almost ripping your ribcage open. âDidnât mean to.â
Jake took a second to regain his composure and his eyes involuntarily lingered on your figure longer than he wanted to, nearly shamelessly tracing the lines of your body; the soft curve of your bare shoulders, how your spaghetti strap top appealed to evidentiate your collarbone and tightened just enough on your chest. Then he paid attention to your pretty fingers clutching the edges of your notebook and books, lowering to the tiny bit of exposed skin of your belly, then your beautiful hips and covered legs.Â
You had chosen a comfortable outfit, not giving a thought about appearance at all â after all, not only the boys had seen you way worse, but the nightâs plans gravitated towards studying and studying only.
Even so, Jake had to hold himself back. There was something about the way your clothes hugged your form that had him silently disorientated, heart faltering some beats and breath hardly passing through his airways, his own body heating just by visualizing you.
He cleared his throat, glancing down to fidget with his phone as a way to ground himself, breaking the tension settled thickly between you two. The small sound brought you out of the daze you got yourself into without realizing it.
âSoâŠâ Jake finally said, his voice a bit unsteady and lower than you expected. âWhere do you want to start?â
His sweet eyes lifted to meet yours again, and his usual easy smile had a hint of something more cautious, more careful, as he focused on your adorable wide-eyed expression. He noticed your cheeks with a faint blush and couldnât hold back a little grin when you diverted your eyes shyly.Â
You slid into the seat across him, sprawling your materials over the table with a quiet sigh, your eyes anxiously avoiding Jakeâs.
âI have no idea.â You admitted, letting out a nervous chuckle, struggling to soothe your nerves. âThe basics?â You added unsurely and Jake was fast to nod tenderly.
Though he was dealing with a lot in his mind, he would always have a soft spot for you.Â
âBasics, yeah. Sounds great.â He agreed with a small smile, carefully reaching out your notebook and opening to scan your notes.Â
A wave of embarrassment flushed over you as you remembered the stupid things you wrote during your classes, fighting your demons trying to understand at least the bare minimum, scribbles that hardly made sense, and that now probably got you looking extra dumb and childish under Jakeâs judgment.
You heard him humming before grabbing one of your books, his fingers brushing yours quietly and quickly as he did so. You ignored the burst of electricity induced by that simple touch, watching how his slender fingers casually flipped the pages until he reached the one he was searching for.
âYou know, I can explain this easily to you,â Jake began to talk, his voice dropping to an unexpected gentle teacher-like tone as he leaned over the table a little, enough to get closer to you, enough to have your stomach twisting and flipping to every direction possible with the warmth his body radiated. âJust donât mind me if I get too technical sometimes.â
âNo problem,â you managed to say, grateful your voice was steady enough for you not to sound stupid or squealed, your eyes glued to your handwriting, tracing the lines of each word as a way of desperately dodging the possibility of meeting Jakeâs gaze.
Even the faintest peek of his furrowed brow when he was focused was enough to make you melt, and he had no idea of how attractive he looked when he was all serious and devoted explaining his nerd things.
âPromise me youâll tell me if you stop following me, alright?â He added, a smile tugging at his lips that you only saw by the corner of your eyes.Â
You nodded quickly, swallowing hard; the scent of his cologne was flooding your senses, drawing you in closer, making it harder to think straight.
âOkay,â you replied, quiet and breathlessly.
For the following few minutes Jake explained the concepts slowly, his voice calm and steady as he walked you through the basics, but your head kept drifting your attention away, deeply engaged with the way his gorgeous fingers traced the lines of your textbook. The following thoughts were too dirty to even continue with.
Jake had that familiar Australian accent that naturally made you weak, and now, combined with the way he had softened his tone, speaking so close to your face, it was enough to drive you completely insane. You couldnât focus on anything but how his warm breath traveled gently, brushing against the sensitive skin of your cheeks, increasing your fluster.
Your heart raced. It raced far too quickly.
The realization of how your body was reacting brought back memories of the times Jake had caused similar sensations in the past, back when he treated you with that older-brother tenderness and you would instantly overreact, shivering at his subtle touches, stuttering whenever his gaze landed on you with his usual captivating smile.
It was undeniable that something had shifted at some point; once there was the slight possibility of getting something more from him, no more holding âJay's little sister'sâ place. You couldnât quite grasp what happened or understand what had triggered such a sudden change, especially since you couldnât recall having done anything wrong.
Your mind kept drifting away from the materials in front of you. Physics was never your thing, and in that very moment no amount of effort could make it so.
Not when Jake was all over you; in your head, by your side, overwhelming your senses.
Every so often his gaze flicked back to you, expecting to see your attentive, engaged expression, and consequently catching the way you chewed on your lower lip or absentmindedly twirled a pen between your fingers with furrowed brows.Â
You had tied your hair in a bun as some strands began to fall over your face, working as a distraction â you were already surrounded with an overwhelming distraction, there was no need for more. That simple act had Jake stuttering, fumbling amidst his words and losing track of his thoughts as the hairstyle gave him the privilege to see your bare, beautiful and kissable neck.Â
His hands tingled, urging to touch you there. Would you like to be choked?
Ok, that definitely wasnât physics.Â
Jake fell silent, swallowing hard as you leaned forward to see the drawing he was just explaining, thinking the delay was intentional. When no words came from his mouth and the air suddenly grew thicker, your eyes followed the trail from his fingers to his veiny hands, from his covered torso to his face, hovering longer on how clenched his sharp jaw was and how his Adamâs apple bobbed nervously.
You shot a questioning look, blinking innocently with brows raised just slightly.Â
Jake wavered under your curious, yet somehow intense gaze, averting it immediately in order to regain his conscious back. Your lips had pursed into a small pout that did nothing to help his way out of his messy head.
Everything he could think about was how bad he wanted to kiss you.
âSomethingâs wrong?â Your velvety voice enveloped the room, a naive question with a supposedly simple answer that got caught in Jakeâs throat.
Jake never saw you as a potential partner or lover, let alone as an object of his desire.Â
You were Jayâs little sister that he cared for as if his own. He saw you grow up, he watched you achieving your goals and got inspired by your strength to overcome the toxic place you had to call a house. Jake cherished your relationship with Jay, grateful for both of you having each other, and that was pretty much you to him.
Even in those times when he treated you to ice cream and snacks during his college breaks, when he visited his parents back home, he kept you in a certain specific spot in his life â something close to family.
He loved to tease you, exactly like a mischievous older brother, laughing when you tripped, when your mouth was stained with chocolate, or when you fumbled through words while talking about your school crush.
Jake had always seen you as a younger sister he needed to look out for.
Until you grew up.
He couldnât pinpoint exactly when the switch happened, when he stopped seeing you as a little girl he had to tease and began noticing you as a ridiculously attractive woman, but seeing you in person after two years definitely played a role in that.
Jake had been your closest company through your first two years of high school, filling the role of an older brother, a place Jay couldnât quite manage to fill because of his own study and work demands, unwillingly.Â
During your last year of high school you stopped seeing Jake, as he had gotten caught up in the same cycle as your brother: studying and working. And you completely understood, knowing that soon enough you would be in a similar place.
Then you graduated and started your own college journey, and Jake, deep into his own responsibilities, went another year without seeing you.
It was at the beginning of your sophomore year in college that you two crossed paths again â at a party when Jay finally agreed to take you with him, after much persistence on your part.
Jake froze.
Jake quite literally forgot how to breathe, forgot how to blink, how to properly work as a human the moment his eyes landed on you, stunning in a short, wine-colored dress, casually holding a drink in your hand.
Jake didnât remember your body looking anything like that, used to seeing you in casual, loose clothing rather than that fitted, short dress that framed your thighs so perfectly, drawing his hungry gaze to stare as a starved man, with a subtle neckline that hinted at the curve of your chest.
Hot.
That was all he could think. Until he realized it was you.
He remembered it vividly: watching you from behind as you danced, immediately struck by how attractive that random woman seemed to be. But as his gaze traveled upward and found your face, he froze, utterly overwhelmed with shock and panic. Especially when you noticed him looking, shooting a cute, surprised smile and a little wave, almost as if you were going to come over.
To say he ran away from there was close to an euphemism, rushing over the bathroom within a lame excuse thrown at his friends before heading back home after using the barâs back door as his way out.
The walk home was painful. Jakeâs head was filled with nasty thoughts that made him completely unable to disable it from happening, swirling around in a dirty carousel.Â
Jake felt like a naughty, filthy pervert. You were Jayâs little sister. The one he played innocently with, hung out countless times without the slightest thought of having you as a true woman; and if the thought ever crossed his mind, he would feel disgusted, because it made no sense and was wrong.
So, the only way to overcome your effect on him was to ignore you at every possible opportunity, not expecting you to care that much about it.
It was a stupid choice, an asshole one even. You used to be friends and now he would rather choose to be eaten by a bear than see you up close and act normal.
Jayâs sudden plan of asking for his help was the start of his downfall for you, and now he was dealing with the consequences of his previous decisions.Â
âJakey?â
The nickname. The fucking nickname you last called him years ago, now sounding even mellow and sweeter, yet as sultry as ever. Jake wondered how would it be to have you underneath him, moaning his name as if your life depended on it with his dick buried deep into your cunt.
âYâYeah?âÂ
Jake immediately damned himself for the stutter, afraid of being too obvious with his nervous reaction. He made the mistake of looking at you, trying to act as normal as possible, and somehow his brain managed to picture your oh, so cute eyes fluttering close as he pleasured you.
His face heated instantly, as if fire was being spread all over his skin. His body was hot as hell, the loosen pants now not so comfortable as before, tightening on his crotch area.
âWhat happened?â
You nonchalantly touched his covered forearm as you asked, concern written all over your face as you struggled to understand what was happening. Jake's abrupt reaction of moving away from your soft hands startled you a little, your head cocking to the side as you frowned, reading Jakeâs widened and panicked eyes.
Unaware of the real deal, oblivious to the torrent of emotions and feelings dancing inside Jakeâs head and chest, you started to feel really annoyed.
Was Jake slipping back into that strange, sudden habit of ignoring you, like he had been since you had started crossing paths again?
There was no plausible explanation for his reaction. The two of you used to go out together all the time, comfortable touches being a natural part of your relationship â especially since Jake was almost ridiculously clingy with his close friends.Â
When the whole âavoiding youâ situation first started you were very confused and questioned what you did wrong. Then you grew mad and eventually got over it since you had no contact at all with Jake throughout the following months, nearly forgetting his existence.Â
But now you had to face it all again, confronting the feelings you once went through; a familiar bitter blend of anger and hurt. It stung like reopening a wound you thought it healed. Exposed, sensitive, vulnerable, bringing back memories you hoped to erase.
âNothing happenââ
âWhy did you stop talking to me?â
Your interruption was as abrupt as Jakeâs reaction to your close presence earlier. He noticed the spark of rage flashing your two orbs suddenly, causing him to blink, caught off guard, eyes widening even bigger if it was possible, trying to understand what you just had hit him with.
âHuh?â
You let out a frustrated huff before repeating yourself even more mad, your hands traveling to your hair fix some random strands as an anxious fidgeting habit to ground you.Â
âYou started to ignore and avoid me. Did I do something wrong? Did I piss you off?â
Jake was taken aback with your outburst of questions, lips parted, words caught somewhere down his throat. There was something close to a knot pressing the back of his tongue that made it hard to speak steadily.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou know exactly what I mean, Jake.â You sighed, expression softening just slightly, studying his face. âWe used to hang out. We were friends, even.â
Jake exhaled, biting his lip as a way to hold back his words. If he let it all out, he would scare you so fucking bad.Â
âYes, when you were younger.â
âWhat changed?â
You saw how his shoulders tensed, his neck moving as he swallowed hard, demonstrating to feel flustered under your inquisitive gaze. His eyes dropped to his lap, where one of his hands rested comfortably. He dug the depths of his thoughts to keep it as safe and subtle as possible, not wanting to pour it all on you.
âI... I always saw you as a little sister. Thatâs how I looked at you, like family.â
You nodded along, following his soft-spoken speech. You didn't understand what exactly he was aiming for with it so far, so you let him continue, hoping it would bring a closure for your relationship to blossom again.
âBut thenââ He hesitated, eyes flickering up to you and then drifting away. His voice dropped an octave as he added. âI got overwhelmed with my last year in college and eventually with my work. So I didn't have time to see you often. Life just got⊠Busy.â
Deep down he knew you wouldnât buy his lame explanation. However, didnât stop him from holding tightly the small string of hope you would let it pass.Â
At the same time, he had a tingling feeling telling him to blurt out everything he went through when you were the subject. How hard it was to act normal when Jay talked about you, to not get hard seeing your cute instagram pictures, not picture himself getting lost in the middle of your plush thighs.Â
God, you worked him up too easily.
âI get that part, I really do,â you replied, boldly and kind of unconsciously placing your hand on top of Jake's. This time he didnât flinch, taking in your soft, innocent touch. Still, his breath hitched. âBut when I moved here, you started avidly avoiding me,â you continued, voice dropping to something near a whisper as your fingers traced delicate patterns on the back of his hand. âYouâd ignore me at parties, never stopping by to visit. I just didnât understand.â
Jake shifted uncomfortably on his seat, embarrassed of your accurate analysis.
âThe visiting part is Jay's fault. He was the one who suggested for him to go to our house instead of us three coming over here. Just⊠Making things easier, I guess.â
âThat makes sense,â you murmured, pulling your hand away as you realized the weight of the intimacy, afraid of being too weird. âBut the avoiding and ignoring me⊠It doesn't make any.â
Jake closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep sigh. There were no more ways to run away from the topic; his weak excuses had long been overrun by the intensity of your pressing curiosity. You were ready to dig deep and uncover the truth at any cost. Jake knew you well enough to expect this â your persistence, your determination, your stubbornness were traits he had always admired in you and your brother.
âIâm sorry.â
âIf you can explain why youâre sorry, maybe Iâll accept it,â you challenged, arching a brow and immediately grabbing his attention. You knew Jakeâs competitive side and loved to play with it as a coaxing manner to get what you wanted.
You watched his eyes wavering just enough to make you wonder if your tactic would work that time. But then, he chuckled dryly, blinking away from your awaiting expression.
âIâm sorry for acting like that, Y/N.â He started. âIâ I panicked,â his voice was subtle as a feather. If you werenât alone and far from the noise happening in your living room, you doubt you would be able to hear it clearly.Â
âPanicked?â you echoed, confusion knitting your brow, your head tilting just slightly. âOver what?â
Jakeâs face turned a deeper shade of red, especially on his cheeks and on the top of his ears. You got even more puzzled, especially after he answered with just a single word.
âYou.â
You.Â
It hung in the heavy air as thick as a volcanoâs smoke, deepening your confusion, your heart starting to beat faster and your hands getting sweaty.Â
âMe? What do you mean?â
You didn't expect your voice to sound so quiet as you spoke, but you got somehow caught by surprise with how things turned out.Â
So you really did something wrong?
âYou⊠grew up, Y/N. Youâreââ He struggled to find the right words, shifting uncomfortably once more, his eyes traveling between the floor, the table and his lap, never daring to look into your eyes. âIâm sorry, but youâre beautiful. And⊠more than that. Youâre⊠Youâre hot.â
An awkward and tense silence filled the room right after Jakeâs stained voice trailed off at the end of his sentence, as if he wished he could swallow them back together with the knot on his throat.
Now that he had just verbalized the main reason for his behavior towards you, he was feeling extremely disgusting and pathetic. He could feel the weight of his own shame pressing down, and an almost nauseating guilt pushing at him; a reminder he was wrong for allowing you to go out from the safe and special spot as a âlittle sisterâ in his heart, to occupy a darker and more lustful one.
It wasnât your fault, though. Jake would never in his life blame you for a mistake he had authorized to happen. This wasnât just a fleeting, harmless slip; he had seen you, had filthy thoughts before fully realizing it was you. And afterwards he did nothing much to stop those thoughts from creeping back in, the only option being avoiding you instead of facing it as a true man.
He swallowed hard once more â becoming a natural habit at that point â and forced himself to look up for a brief moment. All he saw was your stunned expression, mouth slightly agape and eyes apparently trying to search for some kind of joke, to which it only fueled the growing dread inside him.
Jakeâs mind was a spiral. The fragile line he had been teetering about you began to fall apart as he realized that you would probably cut him off completely, screaming at him the words he deserved to hear.Â
A creepy, weird and disgusting man.Â
His pulse quickened, panic creeping in with every second that you didnât speak, an urge to break the silence immediately, as if maintaining his being in it would drive him completely insane. With that in mind, he opened his mouth to babble.
âIâ I donât expect you to understand. God, I wouldnât even blame you if you decide to never speak to me again. Iâm sureâ Iâm sure we can arrange an excuse to Jay about your study, or even tell the truthâ Iâmââ He cut himself briefly to look away from you, who still had your same expression. His hands were busy gesturing anxiously. âI know I crossed a very dangerous line. Itâs so fucking wrong andâ And Iâve tried to come up with anything to push it away, even ignore it. But then, thereâs you.â
Jakeâs voice faltered, as though his world was colliding, ending, as though he was on the verge of losing his mind somehow.Â
He was.
âThereâs always you, looking like some kind of goddess that makes me go insane.â
The realization of what you just heard made your pulse quicken. Jakeâs babbling worked perfectly to ground you and, ironically enough, to send you back to heaven, as you felt like dreaming after hearing his first sayings.Â
Over the years you thought about having Jake in other ways rather than just a friend or an older brother, but never quite grasping to it completely due to the small, yet existing age gap and the different stages of life drifting you apart.Â
To acknowledge how Jake really felt towards you was similar to living in a vivid fever dream, it got you clenching your thighs, panties pathetically dampening just enough to make you shy, as if he would become aware of your body reacting to his words.
You opened your mouth to respond, to try to find any words that could make sense in between the mess of emotions happening inside you; relief, desire, passion. But before you could even begin, a familiar voice cut through the tension, as sharp as a knife, startling both of you as if you had been caught red-handed.
âHow's study going?â
After Jay broke into your studying session with Jake and consequently interrupted the development of your newfound possibility of relationship with the said guy, you couldnât help but dive into a sea of frustration.Â
Jake immediately panicked and ran away, muttering a lame excuse that he had things to take care of and he would catch up with you later, leaving you sitting there, bewildered, confused and angry â with him and with you brother, who even though had no fault, shattered your chances to voice out your side of the story and maybe, just maybe, get Jake to your bedroom.
Jay didnât flinch a little, aware of how Jake could be impulsive and random with his spontaneous persona and let him go, smiling softly to you after gently stroking your hair and ask if you wanted to relax with him and the remaining guys, thinking you could use some of it after the long minutes you spent studying.Â
You were quick to dismiss the offer, seizing the opportunity to excuse yourself to your room, pretending to be really tired and to need some time alone after reading so much physics hard stuff.
However, as you crashed into your bed and stuffed your head into the soft pillow, your body didnât feel like soothing any time soon, your brain working overtime to remark each and every word uttered by Jake, his low voice as clear as crystal water as it repeated restlessly.Â
Youâre hot. A goddess. Makes me go insane.Â
That night, you met a brand new and nameless sensation. It was close to frustration but layered with the tempting awareness of something you could nearly touch, yet not claim.
Jake ran away, as he always did, without even giving you the proper chance to tell him that, God, you felt the same â perhaps even worse.
His mere act of voicing those genuine, sultry words had already done enough to ruin your self-control â and panties, taking away the opportunity to express just how incredibly irresistible he looked, how you longed to devour every centimeter of his slightly sun-kissed skin, to taste his plush lips, to make him wholly yours.
You asked for Jake's number to Jay the next day, under the pretext of needing to get some extra materials and maybe schedule your following meetings, hoping for it to be reasonable enough. And though Jay willingly accepted and supported your idea, Jake partially ignored you, at most answering your texts with âokâ and âsureâ, never leaving an opening for you to draw him into a longer conversation.
So when Jay served you a stack of pancakes on Monday, you expected everything to happen but what really unfolded.Â
âI scheduled another study session with Jake today. That cool with you?â
The forkful bringing you a piece of your food froze midair, the assimilation of what Jayâs just said made your movements halt shamefully instantly as you raised your eyes only enough to encounter Jayâs relaxed face.
âMhm?â
âJakeâs coming over after work today,â Jay repeated casually, munching his food. âI think he gets off around four, so heâll be here when youâre back from your classes.â
Ok, you definitely â and unfortunately â had heard him right. A spark of excitement and an urge to get yourself dressed extra prettily for college rushed over your body as you straightened your posture on your chair, using of a simple nod to silent agree with the deal.
You feared your words would get stuck on your throat.
âOh, and Iâll be working from home today, so you wonât be alone with him.â
All the efforts were made for you not to choke on your food, but the honey sauce dripping straight down your throat elicited a quiet, small cough from you. You gulped down whatever was on your way to voice out anything, and all you managed was to mutter a confused âHuh?â
Jay smirked at your reaction, but not really reading into it.
âYou know, just in case,â he shrugged nonchalantly and your brow furrowed, stomach twisting with nervousness.
âJust in case of what, exactly?â
You damned yourself for using such a fearful tone, like a frightened kid that had hidden a secret from their parents, leaving gaps for an overinterpretation that Jay could try doing if he was devoted to completely understanding the strange way you were acting.
You deeply wondered if he knew about whatever happened with you and Jake that Friday, or worse, if he eavesdropped on Jake's confession about how he felt about you.
It wasnât like Jay would be fine with Jake coming over if he did in fact know or heard the conversation. And knowing your brother, he would rather have a civilized and polite conversation with you instead of playing around.Â
âI donât know, Y/N,â Jay started, a glint of mischief twinkling in his eyes. âYou hate physics and I called Jake to come teach physics to you. The other day, you were kneading that pizza dough like it owed you money. Donât know what youâd do to someone whoâs a walking physics encyclopedia.â
Your pulse quickened, but your shoulders loosened. Gladly, Jay had already moved on the subject, unbothered, yapping about how he preferred doing his job from home and how annoying it was to deal with paperwork in person. All you could do was to nod along, anxiously counting the minutes.
With almost absolute certainty, none of your classes that day could hold your attention. And so it was. The professors' words seemed like random sound waves, failing to form coherent sentences for you, and you had to fight the constant urge to get up from your chair and leave, even though you knew Jake wouldn't be there yet.
Mondays were exhausting. You had to attend multiple classes, and especially that day there were practical lectures that kept you stuck on campus later than usual. By the end of the day, despite the exhaustion, you were still buzzing with anticipation.
You practically ran back to the apartment you shared with your brother, trying not to make too much effort and break a sweat â after all, you wouldn't have time for a shower or to get dressed properly before seeing Jake.
You felt like a teenager nervously preparing to meet her crush in the hallways between classes; your hands were trembling, your whole body thrilling with excitement, as if each part of you was electrified with anticipation.
Your heart pounded relentlessly, as if each beat echoed louder than the last, straight into your eardrums. The closer you got to your shared apartment, the harder it became to calm your racing thoughts, and the overwhelming mix of excitement and nervousness almost made you dizzy when you grabbed the door knob and twisted it open.Â
Jake was sprawled on your couch, golden specs casually resting on his face and his brown, silky hair poking to different places since he was playing with it nonchalantly while the other hand held his phone. His eyes raised up from the screen when he heard the sound of the door opening, and with a subtle smile he greeted you.
âHi, Y/N.âÂ
Your gaze instinctively hovered across the room, searching for Jayâs presence. At the same time, you fought against the urge to make yourself comfortable with Jake on your couch. He looked so inviting, cozy and fluffy laying in there, his demeanor soft and relaxed, nearly pulling you close, drifting your thoughts away from reality.
It took seconds for it to hit harshly, as you remembered the intimacy that had once been so natural between the two of you no longer existed, and the possibility of reclaiming that closeness felt slightly out of reach. It was a bitter thought, one that reminded you how fragile things had become.
However, for Jakeâs misfortune you werenât one to give up so easily, now aware of his feelings and thoughts towards you, there was no way to back down so quickly. Not knowing he nourished a desire strong enough to make him opt to avoid you in order to get over it.Â
âHeâs in his office room,â Jake explained when noticed what you were doing, kindly breaking you out of your trance.
âOh,â you mumbled, nodding awkwardly. Jake sat straight on the couch, eyes boldly locking into yours as he did so.
You licked your lips out of habit, a bit taken aback with the idea of being in a room alone with him again, the anxiety you had built up throughout the day exploding in your chest just like fireworks.
The slightest motion of your tongue dragging along your plump, cherry colored lips didnât go unnoticed by Jakeâs nervous gaze. His eyes flickered downwards right after, and you silently cheered when he took his time to appreciate your bare thighs in full display for him.Â
You had chosen an outfit that was simple yet comfortable, but also bold, different from what you had planned for the day before knowing you would spend time with Jake; a relatively oversized sweater that would protect you from the gentle breeze of the day, paired with a short skirt that highlighted your rounded thighs â thighs you knew Jake would enjoy seeing.
And he so fucking did. The way he parted his lips, swallowed nothing, and shifted uncomfortably on his seat confirmed your theory.Â
Jakeâs cheeks warmed when he realized what he just did, checking you out carelessly and right in front of your beautiful eyes. He cleared his throat, ready to throw some random small talk to guide the situation to the real deal â the whole studying thing â, but you had other plans.Â
âIâm not mad.âÂ
After years sharing moments with Jake, having him practically living in your house similar to a family member, you had gathered enough sources to know Jake was torturing himself with a guilt you didnât see to be necessary, not when you desired him as much as he wanted you, not when things could be as simple as one plus one.Â
Jake was smart enough to catch onto what you were referring to, still, he hesitated, quirking an eyebrow in disbelief. He remained silent, waiting for your following words when you opened your mouth and closed, as though struggling to find the best, right ones.Â
Your feet moved towards his direction and you took the seat beside him, keeping a safe distance. A distance that would keep yourself under control not to jump on his lap, tug his hair with your hands while kissing him passionately, using your hips to rut onto his bulge, aiming to hear his lascivious noises.
Swallowing your impulsive thoughts back, deep on your throat, you continued.Â
âIâm not mad that youâŠâ Holding back a shy smile, you bit your lip. âIâm not mad that you think Iâm hot.â
Your voice came out as quiet as possible. The fleeting sensation of being heard by your brother weighed heavy on the air, pushing you to keep it as hushed as you could.Â
Once more, Jake shifted on his seat, his own fluster increasing after hearing you voicing out his last confession. He didnât feel stupid, though. It was impossible to feel anything other than thrilled.
He couldnât pinpoint precisely what turn that conversation with you would be taking; the small hint of fear creeped his chest, but the excitement of positively reading the situation was deliciously overgrowing it.Â
âBut we have to talkâŠâ You tried to sound firm, yet gentle, not wanting to scare him away. The way your eyes rested on his face made Jakeâs heart skip a beat. You were so fucking beautiful. âYou know, I didnât tell you about my part in this story.â
Jake felt his body untensing with your relaxed, tempting even, words; the atmosphere heavy but not with anything bad. It felt suffocating in the bestest way possible, as if a hundred of amazing possibilities could unfold, each of them having your lips pressing against his as a starter and his dick buried deep in you as a finisher.
âDo we?â Jake tilted his head to the side, eyes gleaming with teasing after the realization. The same behavior he would have with you was brought back in a snap, nonetheless, you doubted your strength to deal with it, especially when his two brown orbs showed a hint of something darker. Â
âYes.â
A quiet, feather-like whisper. It was all you managed to say, failing to keep up with your steady, collected image.
âOkay, we can talk,â he nodded softly, and though his eyes showed affection, the faint smirk adorning the corner of his lips triggered your inner core to pleasantly twist.
Jake leaned closer, now relaxed before your presence; your compliant demeanor easing his way through it, taunting his bolder side to shine brighter. Your breath hitched when his eyes wandered your face carefully, his body nearly pressing yours as he drank in your perfect features before gently grabbing your chin to pull you closer.
He was centimeters away from touching you where you needed him the most â firstly. Because your entire being craved for him.Â
âBut unfortunately, I have to teach you physics before, pretty.â
That was how you ended up sitting at your desk after announcing your arrival to your brother, saying you would be with Jake in your bedroom for studies purposes.
Bullshit.
Jake brought an extra chair to sit by your side, and you truly made double effort to keep your focus on whatever he was explaining, but his words sounded slurred, vague, like a baby talk. His voice and accent were unnecessarily attractive, inducing your head to concentrate on its sounds instead of the meaning. Not to mention his fucking kissable lips, so, so, so close, yet so far.Â
Each time your eyes darted to the side, you caught a glimpse of his side profile. Distracting, beautiful, captivating.
Jake had a nose you swore it was sculpted by the finest, most talented artist; sharp and smooth just right, softly curved at the tip, gorgeously displayed on his handsome face. That high bridge triggered your most profound and dirty thoughts, your eyes dropping to a darker shade almost instantly as you got drunk on his features.Â
Jakeâs whole being was attractive, tempting, a living demon who now taunted your worst behavior and you loved every bit of it. Alongside that, the unveiling situation between the two of you was eating you alive, slowly consuming your mind.
After the little study session you agreed on talking about the dangerously unspoken matter, with the hope of resolving things. On your bed, if you were lucky.
You wanted to have Jakeâs hands exploring your body, gripping and pulling you closer, pressing you against the mattress while fucking you from behind, hard, deep, fast, whatever he decided to. You needed his lips marking your neck, his face stuffed between your legs, his mouth working on your pussy while you screamed his name.Â
You could almost feel how his tongue would work perfectly in your clit, licking, sucking andâ
âAnd thatâs how thermodynamics works. Itâs amazing, isnât it?âÂ
You blinked confused towards Jake, feeling just a little bad for not really enjoying your private lessons as much as he was. It was cute to see how talkative he became whenever physics was the topic, and extremely hot to witness his smart brain working in full motion to explain every word to you.
Nonetheless your attention span was long gone, ever since his scent started to intoxicate your senses, making you wish to have it all over your skin with his body hovering yours.Â
âBut of course youâd be paying more attention to my lips and my nose.â
You widened your eyes, speechless. Jake clicked his tongue, shaking his head in a faux discontentment. You trembled on your seat, unconsciously moving back from the closeness of your bodies; there was a fear creeping in your head of losing your inner battle to the raw passion tingling your skin.
âListen, Y/N. Iâm really trying here. Iâd appreciate it if you did some effort too.âÂ
Jake was once again teetering the same risky line, this time with less hesitation, his confidence bubbling as he realized you wouldn't be pushing him away.
The moment he caught your hungry your devouring him throughout the entire tutoring, how willingly to let him in you seemed to be, devoted to the idea of fucking under your brotherâs roof, he threw his self control away and started to think with his other head.Â
You gulped, eyes lowering to your notebook peacefully resting on your desk.Â
âIâm sorry, Jake.â
âYâknow what?â Jake suddenly stood up, offering his hand with his gorgeous slender fingers full of silver rings for you to grab. âComâere.âÂ
Your squinted eyes flickered between his digits and his face, searching for some proper explanation that unfortunately you didn't receive. So you followed his steps, standing up as well and shivering with the touch of his mildly cold skin against yours.
With the way Jake grinned, your stomach tightened, fearing whatever he had on his mind. Trying not to be so obvious with your embarrassing reactions, you frowned.
âWhat are we doiââ
âThe first law in thermodynamics is that energy canât be destroyed or created, it can only change forms.â
He said his speech within his teacher-like tone once more, interrupting you without caring to explain why standing up and explaining it to you again would make the material magically settle inside your brain.
Especially when you wanted to settle on your bed with him on top of you.
âWhat the fââ
âSo, if I do this,â Jake raised a hand, gently placing it on your right cheek. You winced and retracted a bit with the unexpected soft brush of his slightly cold skin on your, now, heated face. âDo you feel it?â He whispered, fingertips tracing the warm flesh underneath his touch, his body instinctively getting closer to yours as his eyelids softened. âThe heat of your skin will work its way to make mine less cold, yâknow? Mine is absorbing from yours, to stabilize our temperatures together. The energy isnât being destroyed nor created, itâs transferred from one body to another until they find the perfect equilibrium.â
It was pathetic the way you nodded along, Jakeâs words and presence reverberating throughout your body similar to a wave of pure pleasure, your eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and shock with this new method.Â
So, physics can be interesting, huh?
âNow,â Jake got closer, his voice dropping an octave while the hand that held yours found comfort on your waist, eliciting an immediate gasp from you. âQuestion: what happens when two equally heated bodies touch each other?âÂ
Jakeâs face was just a few centimeters away from yours, his lips ghosting, tempting a kiss you wished to happen as soon as possible; he seemed to be testing the waters, glad that you allowed him to do so.
The way his warm breath tickled your skin was dizzying, yet addictive. You shivered, respiration quickening with the way Jakeâs eyes dropped, almost closing, as he got charmed by your soft, plump and oh, so kissable lips.
There was no adequate explanation to how your body reflexively reacted to his stimulus, your hands traveling slowly to grip onto something as a way to ground yourself, finding the thin fabric of Jakeâs shirt on your way through it.Â
âNothingââ You gulped when you started talking, because the simple motion had your lips grazing Jakeâs. He nodded reassuringly, as a way to incite you to keep speaking, the grip on his shirt tightening. âNothing changes.â
Your eyes lazily fluttered close and open, the tension nearly palpable in the air. Out of habit, you wetted your lips with your tongue; a habit that now got you brushing it against Jakeâs lips as well. His breath hitched, surprised, but he didnât stutter.Â
âYeah,â Jake muttered, letting his hand thread through your strands, tugging it gently. You moaned softly, lips parted, a small frown gracing your features.Â
Jake drunkenly groaned, throwing caution and patience aside with your reaction. Fuck, his self control was down to hell and for seconds he forgot where he was, because you were everything and everywhere in his head.Â
He could feel how tight his pants became as his dick twitched for some attention, hard and heavy.
âYouâre a quick learner when thereâs practice involved, arenât you?â
Jakeâs lips were now grazing featherly on the sensitive flesh of your neck, teasing to kiss but never truly giving in.
You didnât even notice how much you were leaning into his touch, as within every tempting brush on your skin you melted deeper, growing impatient each passing second.
Your fingers boldly slipped underneath his shirt, tracing the subtle lines of the abs you dreamed of licking and kissing and sucking and⊠God, you were on the verge of crying out of desperation. Your fingernails dug harder into his skin, eliciting a jolt from Jake that immediately pressed you against himself in response.
âPlease, Jakeyââ You whimpered when you felt his hardened bulge poking you, together with â finally â his wet kisses on your neck, nibbling gently the area with an aching slow.
Jake chuckled in contact with your sensitive skin, loving the way you tilted your head to give him more access, loving the way you were needily pressing yourself on his body, loving the way your hands involved his waist firmly; goosebumps flushed over as he delighted in your sweet and lascivious noises and responses.Â
A phantom of a smirk tugged the corner of Jakeâs glistening lips as he trailed soft little pecks through your jawline and near to your mouth, laughing gently with the way you searched instantly for more with hooded eyes.
âWanâ me to kiss you, pretty?â Jake asked, voice thick with raw desire. He now held you with both hands on your hips, one shamelessly lowering to your ass every so often, while yours glided over his chest until they reached his firm shoulders.
You watched Jakeâs eyes flash with a mischievous spark and you promptly knew that you could play that game too. So instead of answering right away, you feigned the purest expression you could, batting your eyelashes deliberately as you looked up to him, big doe eyes twinkling with a playful innocence.Â
Jake wavered under your gaze, breath twitching, clearly weak to your tactics already. You held back your smile, keeping your faux naivety; the single action fueling Jakeâs craving deeper.
âOnly if you want it too, Jakey.â
You had no right to sound so pure, as if you were immaculate, untouched, never once ruined, yet dripping with lust and desire. So fucking filthy.Â
âFuck, doll.â Jake muttered faintly, not holding back anymore, his jaw clenching as he harshly dragged you over the room, far from gently as he pushed you to bounce on the soft mattress of your bed. âIâll kiss you,â he said, hovering on top of your body, the excitement bubbling pleasantly in your low area. âAnd then Iâll fuck you so, so fucking hard.â
You giggled, getting comfortable on your bed as Jake positioned himself between your legs, which hugged him naturally. As he lowered his face to do as he said, you smirked.Â
âIs that a promise?â
Jakeâs eyes darkened, pupils wide showing you a sea of unknown feelings you never thought you would witness with him. His lips curved into a slow, teasing smile, one hand trailing deliberately the curve of your hip, your waist, chest, until it was gently wrapped around your neck.Â
âBet.âÂ
Driven by a mutual need, Jake dived into you passionately, almost desperate. You let out an instantaneous satisfied moan with the feeling of his soft lips pressing harshly on yours, one hand flying to take place on his silky, thick strands, the other gripping his wrist, keeping his hand in place on your throat.Â
It took seconds to have Jakeâs wet tongue infiltrating the electric touch and unapologetically searching for yours while his body grinded just slightly against your clothed cunt, making it pulse in desperation, dampening the fabric of your panties.
You tried to remember if you had locked the door beforehand, the faintest peak of your moral appearing just to be completely vanished, forgotten due to the vibrations of Jakeâs small noises; his groans sent signals straight to your throbbing core, each clutch of your fingers tangled on his locks igniting a new sound that you discovered to be your favorite.Â
Jake tightened his fingers around your throat faintly, starting a path of sloppy kisses down to your neck and shoulders, his hot tongue savoring each piece of your exposed smooth skin, and everything you could do was to squirm underneath him, struggling to maintain your sounds low.
With your movement, you accidentally brushed your knee on Jakeâs crotch area the exact same moment he released your throat, causing him to open-mouth moan and frown, lips now working on your covered breasts, busying his free hand to squeeze your hips; just the fleeting contact of his heavy, still clothed, dick against your body fueled your craving deeper, your hands gripping on his strands harder.
âJake, can you please hurry up?â You said in between a moan when he nibbled your nipple over your shirt. âWeâ We canât be caught.â
Jake looked up at you, beholding the view of your beautiful fucked out expression with just a few minutes of making out while his hands explored your body. He would bet millions that underneath your underwear, you had already made a mess â the thought alone enough to make him gulp, thrilled to feel your spongy drippy walls enveloping his throbbing length.Â
âNewtonâs third law,â Jake mumbled suddenly against your stomach, eyes glazed in yours that now showed a confused state, eyes sparkling with pure desire. He curled his fingers on the waistband of your sweatpants, lowering it enough to give him access to your laced underwear. âFor every action, thereâs a reaction.âÂ
His explanation didnât do much for you to understand right away, your frown deepening asking why he would say that so out of the blue. But as soon as he pressed his fingers over your panties and started to draw circles on your clit, you kind of got it.Â
âShit,â you whispered within a whimper, rolling your hips forward as a way to get more of what Jake was offering you, making his lips curl with a satisfied grin. âI swear to GâGodâŠâ
The slowness of his movements got you sighing in frustration. It was clear he was playing with you â quite literally â, and the possibility of Jay hearing you two or even worse, bursting the door open and caughting you mid-act was as frightening as arousing.
Having to be quiet, to keep it down, to not raise suspicions. You clenched around nothing. Jake nearly felt it.
His tongue was constantly wetting his lips, mouth watering, his breath heavy, eager, like a starved man who had his favorite meal on full display but couldnât do anything other than⊠watch.
You angrily propped yourself on your elbows, tugging Jakeâs hair to pull him back to be face-to-face with you, his fingertips never stopping the circles on your cunt. Your lips were centimeters away from each other, eyes hooded, deepened in lust. Jake saw a remnant of your playful aura getting lost amidst the lewd words that came out of your mouth.
âYou canât keep up with your promises, I see,â you murmured, your voice low, sultry, laced with challenge; the smirk dancing on your lips heightened the defianceâs level, triggering Jakeâs pulse to quicken. His breath caught as he arched an eyebrow âShould I ask you to leave so I can finish this myself?â You teased, pulling his head to the side by tightening your grip on his locks. âAre you all talk, Jaeyun?â
Jake froze for a brief moment, his mind working hard to connect your words, and the moment it did, his features hardened, utterly lured by your bait; jaw clenched, eyes darker, breath ragged. It dropped to a deeper shade of craving, raw and delightful.
Your core buzzed with anticipation and you unconsciously let out a gasp when Jake pulled you to lay back down on the soft mattress by the waist, hands immediately removing the last piece of cloth that covered your lower body, quickly to undress himself from his own shirt and jeans, exposing his torso and his hardened cock pressing against his underwear.
Absurdly hot.Â
Jake was absurdly hot.Â
A single silver necklace graced his beautiful neck in contrast with his subtly tanned skin, his chest, toned enough to drive you insane, rose and fell faintly. The way his perfect v-line drew your attention towards his underwear seemed almost purposeful, the stained portion on the thin fabric around his tip got your mouth watering. One thing you were sure of: Jake was big.
He smirked with the way you devoured him whole with your filthy gaze, feeling as much wanted as he desired you too. He playfully dropped his eyes down to his own cock just to glance at you before getting completely naked, catching just enough of your reaction over his bare body.
You had little to no time to appreciate the view as Jake hovered over you quickly, propping himself in between your spreaded legs. Your eyes gleamed with longing and your mouth fell agape when Jake started to glide his dick on your wet folds. He couldnât hold back a groan with the feeling too, eager to get your pussy hugging his shaft.
âCondom?â He asked, lips kissing the corner of your mouth while waiting for your answer about where to find the said protection. Your immediate reply got him throbbing.
âNo.â
Jake fully halted his hips, looking you dead in the eye, and when he saw nothing other than certain, he groaned. âFuck, pretty. You canât say thââ
âRaw, Jaeyun.â You repeated yourself, fingernails digging deep on his biceps, a moan escaping from your lips when his heavy cock brushed your clit.
âDamn,â he mumbled against your neck, aligning his length within your pulsing, drippy hole, aching to be fulfilled.
As Jakeâs tip pressed against you, a messy kiss took place of your mouths in order to muffle your noises, sloppy and hot, tongues everywhere, teeth pressing each otherâs bottom lip harshly, caring little to nothing about hurting.
You whimpered with the feeling of him filling you so good, going deeper and deeper each passing second. When he finally buried himself completely, a groan got lost in between your kisses, and he kept still while you adjusted, though it was extremely hard to wait when you tightened your walls so perfectly around him.Â
âYouâ You feel so good,â he muttered against your lips, voice weak, losing himself in the feeling with his face contorting in pure pleasure as he licked and sucked your bottom lip, asking for more kisses.
The wording and how he said it got you clenching more and Jake felt it right away, your eyes fluttering close as he didnât hold back and started thrusting on you slowly. He was so deep and intense on you, yet deliberate, a pacing you would curse if you werenât enjoying that much.Â
A soft knock on your bedroom door interrupted the blissful moment, panic instantly taking over your faces as you widened your eyes and gasped, instinctively covering your mouth with your hand.Â
âShit,â you whispered, looking at the closed door over Jakeâs shoulder, your heart beating loud inside your chest.
You never prayed so hard for a door to be locked.
âY/N?â Jay calmy called out from the other side.
âAnswer him.â Jake whispered demandingly against your cheek, enjoying it a bit too much for your liking, especially because if you two got caught, it wasnât just you who would get screwed.Â
His eyes scanned your expression, how heavy was your breathing, how bright with fear your eyes shone, although there was a thick layer of pleasure not hiding your enjoyment of the situation.Â
âYeah?â You tried your hardest to sound steady and not stained, but it became a difficult mission when Jake was pushing himself even deeper within each deliberate roll, clearly searching to hit your sensitive spot.Â
âAre you alright? Did Jake leave already?â
Your eyes darted over to Jake, who was keeping the grind slow, painfully slow. You arched an eyebrow, not saying a word as you waited for the man on top of you to decide if he was going to lie to his best friend or not.
Jake smirked.
âNo, Iâm still here,â he kind of shouted, biting his bottom lip to contain a whimper when you tugged his hair at the same time you squeezed him with your walls. After realizing his weakness of having his locks being pulled, you started to use it as an advantage. âAnd sheâs fine, weâreââ he interrupted himself because of the quiet moan that escaped your parted lips, forehead resting on yours, the fear of being heard creeping stronger, fueling, feeding his arousal to the extreme. âWeâre wrapping things up.â
Jake managed to let it out in one go, luckily and supposedly believable enough for Jay not to try open the door or ask any of you to do it.Â
âOh, um, okay⊠I just finished my work,â Jay said casually. âIâll be in my room if you need me.â
Oh, great. Jayâs room. The one next door.Â
âAlright, bro,â Jake was the only one able to speak, especially because you had now your teeth pressing on his shoulders as a way to keep yourself quiet. âSee you in a few, then.â
You two not-so-patiently waited for the sound of Jayâs footsteps to fade far enough down the hall before continuing, Jakeâs eyes filled with teasing when he looked back at you and immediately started to faster his thrusts, taking in from your instant response of curving your back with lips parted, the slightest moan escaping from them.
âShh, baby girl. Donât make any noises, yeah?â Jake whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin. With the way his fingertips traced softly your thighs, only to harshly grip into your flesh and pound deeper, you couldnât hold back your whimper, wincing. âShhâŠâ He shushed again, an obvious smirk adorning his plump lips that now rested on swollen ones, his low voice causing your whole body to feel like on fire, skin tingling in despair.
You wanted to scream his name so bad.
âJâJakeâŠâ You moaned underbreath, struggling to keep it quiet. Jake chuckled, amused by your reckless behavior.
âDo you want your brother to hear us, sweetheart?â He asked, filthy, feigning a mocking tone. âI donât think heâd like to know how deep into you Iâm in right now.â
With that, he thrusted once more, hitting your sweet spot right away. You nearly cried as you threw your head back, walls clenching around his dick furiously, fingernails sinking into his flesh, back arching.
Jake grinned, in complete awe with your surrendered, fucked up form, wishing so bad to be able to get more of you â your screams, your whimpers, you chanting his name, anything. He just knew you would sound even hotter.Â
âSuch a dirty little girl. Dying for someone to hear us, huh?âÂ
âNâNoâŠâ You whined, pathetically shaking your head and softly smacking his shoulder as you got lost in yourself. You felt your body starting to convulse as Jake kept on hitting your g-spot over and over, barely noticing he had his forehead resting on yours again, his hard breathing blowing harshly on your face. âCanâtâ So bigââ
You rolled your eyes with the speed of Jakeâs hips increasing. He wanted to go harder and faster, but the slapping sounds were already growing too loud, teetering the edge of getting caught a bit too much. Not to mention the blend of quiet moans, whimpers and groans you both exchanged in between pants and messy kisses.
Within minutes Jake felt the coil on his stomach tightening, his release was near and by the way you started to sound desperate, you were close too.
âIâm not gonâ last much longer, pretty,â Jake hissed when you wrapped your legs around his hips and pushed him deeper, helping him to maintain the rhythm of his thrusts. âFuck...â
You fluttered your eyes open â didnât even remember when you had closed it â right on time to catch a glimpse of Jakeâs necklace dangling close to your face as he propped himself up to ease his pushes, his sweaty hair part sticking to his forehead, part hanging down, grazing softly on your nose.Â
The overwhelming feeling of Jakeâs burying himself deep into you, filling up each centimeter inside your cunt, his scent all over your senses, his sweet and hot silent moans, the way he had a pleasant frown gracing his features, every now and then biting his lip.
You felt your orgasm building up in a delightful, electrifying wave that flushed your trembling body.
âI wannaââ
âCome to me, baby,â Jake urged you, his own climax teetering the edge, voice cracking. âWanâ feel you creaming my cock.â
A mild louder noise escaped your lips as you shivered, legs shaking with the amount of pressure your body was releasing. Jake bursted right after your juices coated his length, stuffing you up with his warm seed.
Your heavy breaths filled the room for a while. Jakeâs tired body pressing against yours within an intimacy that made your heart flutter, realization hitting that you just had fucked your crush, who just happened to be your brotherâs best friend.
You closed your eyes, a sting of a bittersweet feeling growing inside your chest.Â
âWe still need to talk.â
The talk never really happened, since the constant visits unfolded your relationship with Jake better than you expected.
It seemed to be a no strings attached type of relationship, with you and Jake kissing and fucking anytime you had the chance to in between your tutoring classes.
You couldnât help but feel guilty, and foolish to some extent, because tasting Jake's body and mouth awakened the same feelings of love you once buried deep within you, feelings that you now had to bury again, fully aware that they werenât nearly reciprocated.
Jake probably saw you as woman he could fuck, and you thought you could live with that.
Your encounters with Jake became as usual as your classes, and gratefully Jay obliviousness blinded him from the real thing happening under his roof, because in no world you would need everyday physics lessons, even with your tough relationship with it.Â
At some point you started to believe that your tactics to restrain yourself around Jake had been perfected.
When Jake changed his behavior with you, avoiding you at parties and the other events where you both accidentally crossed paths, Jay never suspected a thing. First, because he knew how busy Jake was with his work, and second, because he believed friendships were flexible and often riddled with uncontrollable nuances â meaning, you and Jake were simply going through a phase where things werenât aligning.
It became routine to pretend you were still in the same cycle, with Jake acting as a casual friend who was just helping you with your studies enough to pass the course.
Jay had no idea you had promised Jake that you would only let him eat you out if you aced your exams â although you would let him do it anyway.
It was just so fun to watch him throw tantrums at you, whining how much he needed to feel your cunt pulsing and dripping on his tongue. You couldnât deny the excitement of receiving a head from Jake was big; the way he kissed you and how high bridged his nose was, were enough proof that he would do a hell of a job.
As the semester was reaching its end, your anxiety grew.
You felt secure in most of your subjects, because even though Jake was actively present in your life, you managed to find out time to focus on your individual studies and felt confident enough in them.
But then there was physics.
The one you were supposedly studying, locked in the room with Jake. The one you learned while feeling the heat of his body against yours, his soft whispers, groans in your ear as his hands explored every centimeter of your skin.
It was undeniable that Jake's practical method worked wonders, and that was exactly why you took the lead and suggested that for that day's study session.
âYou wanna do what?â
You and Jake were sitting across each other in your room: Jake on your bed and you at your desk chair. He had just arrived for your tutoring of the day and you immediately greeted him with a suggestion that had him with the most dumbfounded, in disbelief, shocked kind of expression written all over his face.
âSuck you off while you explain the basics of that shit,â you repeated yourself casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
âQuantum.â Jake pointed, his eyebrows skyhigh at that point.Â
âYeah,â you nodded, smiling innocently while playing with a pen and wiggling your legs off the chair.
âYou want me to teach you the basics of quantum physics while you suck me off?â He echoed, still trying to completely comprehend your proposal.Â
âThatâs exactly what I just said.â
It was an undeniable proposal, right?
Jake blinked, his brain falling into a dangerous short-circuit. To imagine you, kneeled in front of him, his dick buried deep in your throat, free-fucking would be his wettest dream come true.
However, there was a big chance of him losing control of his sounds â and himself â the very moment your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, tongue playing with his sensitive length as your gorgeous doe eyes looked up to him.
Jake damned himself for getting hard just by the thought of it.
âAnd how does that help you⊠Practically talking?â
He was really trying to logical think and follow your thought process, shifting on his seat while his mind traveled away.
The whole fucking while studying was a thing not only because you both wanted it to happen, but mostly because Jake could partially dodge the creeping guilt, knowing his work was getting done, even if that meant him shoving his dick inside you while doing so â a win-win situation with his peculiar, yet effective technic.Â
With that particular request, he couldnât quite pinpoint where the logic leaned, triggering his mind to wonder if you were getting dangerously close to crossing the unspoken line that came with your agreement.
Jakeâs eyes tracked as you stood up and walked close to him, casually sitting on his lap, arms naturally wrapping around his shoulders.
âWellâŠâ You trailed off, fingers slowly and shamelessly drawing a soft line across his chest, feeling his breath hitching beneath your touch; your eyes dropping to a darker shade of lust, shifting the whole atmosphere. âHearing your moaning voice would⊠Yâknow, help me internalize it,â you smirked, letting each word teasingly hang in the thick air.
Jakeâs eyes narrowed with a spark of intrigue, head tilting slightly as he searched for a hint of humor or mischief in your gaze that would give away your plan. But you held his stare, unwavering, eyes burning with a confidence that left no room for doubt, no suggestion of play.
âSoâŠâ He murmured within a gulp, his Adamâs apple bobbing drawing your attention briefly. âYouâd remember the explanation⊠Because IâmâŠâ
âMoaning it.â
The wording left your lips light as a feather, yet as sultry as the taste of the finest wine â tempting, subtle, delicious. Jake leaned in, failing to ignore your bait, his jaw clenching as his grip on your waist tightened; a quiet curse escaped him, underbreath, the moment you busied your lips on his sensitive neck.Â
âFuckâŠâ
You rolled your hips just slightly, teasing a touch you wouldnât be giving to him. Not so easily.
âWhat do you say, mhm?â You kissed Jakeâs jawline, his chin, the tip of his nose and then his plush lips.Â
There was something about the way he kissed you back, deliberate and tender, as if you were everything he waited for his whole life.
After days of sharing intimacy, you began to notice that sometimes Jake kissed you like a lover that long dreamed of you â mouthful and yearning, as if he couldnât get enough of you. Like a soft breeze fanning your skin on a warm summer afternoon â comfortable enough to make you sigh, yet stirring something deep. Like the glow of the sun fading beneath the horizon at dusk â beautiful, fleeting, and full of possibilities. Like a first lover â fear of losing the sight of you and unforgettable.Â
Jake kissed you like he was slowly allowing himself to fall in love with you. And you didnât know yet, but he was.
Each attach of lips elicited new waves of euphoria through your veins as your feelings emerged without a proper warning, kicking the front door of your heart open and making a delightful mess.
You couldnât help the strong pump of your heart and the flutter on your stomach the moment Jake crossed your sight. How thrilled you got when scheduling your meets, not caring about the studying neither the fucking; eager to kiss, to hug, just to have Jake close.
In that very moment you wished, more than ever, for him to feel the same way. You could sense the desire in his every touch, in the way his body pressed flush to yours, demonstrating how much he needed you, how much he was losing himself in you, like magnets.
You could feel it in the way his hands roamed, the warmth of his touch, the intensity in his gaze. It was tangible, undeniable. Jake wanted you. But was it enough? Did Jake want more than just a moment, or was it just an ephemeral passion, burning brightly before fading into memory like ashes?
On the other hand, Jakeâs mind slipped into a haze, zoning out while drowning deeper in the warm and cozy ocean that was you.
He found himself lost in the memory of your first kiss â fueled by a mixture of fear and excitement. Not the fear of being caught, but the terror of realizing he had already fallen too intensely, his entire being consumed by the intoxicating pull of you. And he did nothing, nothing to fight back or to swim back to the top, utterly, willingly under your spell.
You had him wrapped around your fingers from the moment you first crossed paths at that party.Â
Jake had tried to keep his safe distance, as a way of respecting your brotherâs implicit boundaries and you, the little girl he grew up with. But mainly because he was completely aware that once he succumbed to the temptation of you, there would be no turning back.
When you both embarked on this brand new journey of friends with benefits, Jake knew that he could end up losing himself more than he should.
He believed you deserved to be treated like a queen â to be adored and desired as the most precious thing in the world. And he could be that person if you allowed him to.
But it was as clear as crystal water that you didnât see him in that way. Not when you withdrew from acts of intimacy, not when you pulled back as the kiss grew too passionate, too full of love, not when you showed that you werenât ready to take another step forward together.
Jake didnât mind being used for your pleasure, not at all. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement: you got your physics lessons and some good orgasms, and he got to have you for a brief moment, just long enough to satisfy the hunger he felt. Then he would return, craving more, locked in a cycle he knew all too well, hoping his excuses of giving extra hours of teaching would be enough to keep you by his side just a little bit more.
That first taste had done more than ignite a flame; it had marked him, like a brand, leaving him completely, irrevocably at your mercy. Jake was yours. You just didnât know yet.
That one kiss lingered painful longer than any other. When you finally pulled away, your breath came in short bursts and you were unsure whether it was the intensity of his touch or how quickly your heartbeats increased in such a short span of time.
Jake wore a lovestruck expression that had your body responding immediately â heat spreading through your chest, leaning forward, wanting more of whatever he had to offer.
âYou pull me like magnets, you know that?â Jake casually and suddenly dropped in, voice barely above a whisper but thick with something unfamiliar to you so far, something that got your stomach fluttering with an emotion you didnât want to name yet, scared of being real.
You swallowed down your immediate reaction, trying to regulate your breath while being torn between letting your heart follow along or keeping your feet on the ground, afraid of reading too much into that unusual moment that was just starting to unfold before you.
âThatâs not todayâs subject,â you managed to mutter back, a tinge of anguish holding onto your voice as your eyes traced Jakeâs handsome features.Â
You could lose yourself in him for hours and never grow tired. He had the most perfect face, soft puppy brown eyes filled with sincerity, prominent cheekbones that constantly shone brighter when he was smiling big, showing off his pretty dental arch with the slightest curl at the end of his plush lips. His sharp figure juxtaposed perfectly with the softness of his nature. Sweet, tender, endlessly loving.
For you, it was effortless to fall for Sim Jaeyun.
âWhen would it be, then?â
Jake had gathered all his strength and courage to throw that question at you, wavering just a little when you answered with a dumbfounded frown and a quiet âWhat?â.
âWhen the fact that you pull me like magnets, opposites but still ridiculously attracting me towards you, would be the subject?â He asked, his hands pressing harder on your hips as if he was trying to ground himself out of his nervousness, as if he was struggling to not falter.Â
You arched an eyebrow, an unconscious smile creeping on your mildly swollen lips as your breath hitched. Before you could reply with another question, Jake continued, making it difficult to keep thinking coercively, since each of his words traveled straight into your heart.
ââCuz, pretty, itâs pathetic,â he chuckled as softly as his voice came out, head leaning to the side. âWhen Iâm with you I feel like Iâm a particle in motion, constantly accelerating in pure devotion,â Jake's orbs were so, so filled with softness and fondness as he kept on saying. One of his hands cupped your cheek and he brushed your lower lip. âYou make me feel like Iâm at the center of a black hole. No matter how much I try to escape, Iâm just pulled deeper into your gravity.â
With that you giggled, head being thrown back as the flustered heat creeped on your cheeks quickly, your eyes briefly flickering away from Jakeâs loving ones for a moment before glazing into them again, this time intensely exposing your vulnerable side.
You finally lowered your guard, allowing those same feelings you had been nurturing for years to come into the light to face the beautiful, thrilling possible outcome.
âDid you just confess your feelings for me using physics metaphors, Sim Jaeyun?â You asked with a playful glint in your eyes and a teasing smile that had Jake nuzzling his flustered face on your neck, holding back his own shy smile within a bit on his lower lip.
âYes. I, indeed, did,â he muffled against your skin, making you shiver a bit.
Your heart vibrated with pure, unexpected joy. Your afternoon had a turn you werenât waiting for, but now that it did, relief flooded your senses. Jake had feelings for you too.
Another giggle escaped your lips. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined Jake confessing his feelings to you, let alone as you sat on his lap, sharing intimacy and knowing you were the ultimate reason for his body to be so reactive. Couldnât be more perfect, everything seemed too good to be true.
With a light lean back, enough to pull Jake away from your embrace, your eyes dropped to drink in his perfectly drawn full lips. The air shifted, this time, not only with a momentary lushness or vague desire how it used to be, but carried with a ton of something close to love as well.
You rolled your hips and Jake groaned, sensitive to you already.
âSo,â you purred, your teeth sank into your bottom lip, a mischievous grin tugging the corner of your mouth as you pushed yourself forward, making Jakeâs heart flutter as his back encountered the soft mattress of your bed. âDoes my pretty physics boy want me to suck him off while he lays down orâŠ?â
Jakeâs body instantly winced with the way your eyes darkened and how velvety your voice came out of your gorgeous lips; the nickname didnât go unnoticed either, causing his dick to twitch inside his pants.
Your touch feathery, yet trailing flames through his covered chest stirred up the deepests feelings he used to hide. Jake took in your reaction as a quiet yes or maybe a subtle âme tooâ. Knowing your nature so far, you would rather give him a head, as in a taste of your affection, than admitting out loud you liked him back.
Little did he know you were on the verge of panic, fighting the urge of shying away because, although he just confessed to you, you felt pathetically nourishing feelings way more intense towards him, with your heart pounding loud and unsteady and an overwhelming ache not-so-quietly overtaking your being.
You craved to give Jake your everything, to devour every centimeter of him if that meant being close â closer than words alone could ever take you. There were no syllables together to form a proper sentence that showed a quarter of what it felt to love Jake.
âIâ I honestly donât knowâŠâ Jake murmured as soft as fluffy clouds, contrasting your demeanor at that moment, with your lips now placing slow and soft kisses all over the sensitive flesh of his neck.
You chuckled when Jake started to squirm a little, his hands nervously gripping on your ass and quiet moans escaping his lips as you took your time to enjoy his warmth with your mouth. There was something so arousing about how Jake was always reactive to your touches, either the lightest or the more intense ones, his body clearly faltering deliciously under your control. It made your panties wet quite instantly.Â
When you started to nibble that same area, you also felt Jake bucking his hips upwards, as a way to get some friction to satisfy his neglected dick. Jake was very sensitive on his neck and didnât have to admit it out loud; the fact that he was getting harder and harder underneath you was enough to show it.Â
His puppy eyes lighted up with an adorable blender of curiosity and excitement under your piercing gaze when you lifted yourself to straddle, knees on each side of his hips. The same gaze roamed his whole clothed body as if you could see through it, ravishing each small portion with adoration.
Jake had an extra cute and confused expression taking over his face when you suddenly stood up and let him go out of the warmness of your body, a playful grin dancing on your lips as you softly tapped his thigh before saying.
âGet comfy, Jakey,â there was a thick layer of desire on your voice blended with a hint of mischievousness that got Jakeâs dick throbbing while he did as you said, propping himself on his elbows to properly lay on your bed.
You positioned yourself on top of him again, smiling cheekily as you lowered your face just enough to purr against his ear, your hot breath making him wince. âCuz Iâm about to make you forget your own name.â
The way Jakeâs eyes widened after hearing your non-filtered filthy words had you giggling, his Adamâs apple attractively bobbing up and down as he swallowed, your lips attaching to it because you truly wanted to devour Jake as whole.Â
âBut Jayââ He tried to reason with you, his hands betraying his rational side as he intensified the grip on your ass once again, pulling you down so he could rut against you; his pants growing uncomfortably tighter each passing second.
âShh,â you shushed him, gently pressing a finger on his plump lips before shaking your head. âHeâs not home,â you added, planting a few kisses along his neck, jawline and lastly on his lips, propping yourself up on your arms, one on each side of Jakeâs head.
A low moan escaped Jake at the sight of your fierce, determined gaze, fearing he wouldnât be able to handle whatever you had prepared in your mind. You stared at him like a predator about to strike a prey, and damn, you looked so unbelievably sexy doing it.
âItâs just the two of us.â
Just for a few brief moments, he thought, considering adding. But you seemed more unwavering than ever to follow through with your plan, and honestly? Jake didnât care anymore.
Not when you slowly stripped him down until only his underwear remained. Not when you were kissing and licking every centimeter of his chest and abdomen, your enchanting eyes giving innocent, pure glances that contrasted sharply with your every move. Not when he could feel your hands deliberately exploring every part of his warm skin, leaving trails of burning desire that were far too overwhelming for him to remain still.
When you paused at the waistband of his underwear, all Jake could do was breathe heavily, bite his lip, and watch you expectantly, his airways feeling like closing as you finally gave him the freedom he needed.Â
âYou have such a beautiful and big cock, Jakey,â you hummed with a smirk, tongue wetting your lips as you felt your mouth watering. Jake groaned when you grabbed the base and started pumping it, painful slowly, smearing the leaking precum to lubricate. âIâd love to feel it down my throat.â
And without a warning or leaving him to properly think about your words, you gave a long, savoring lick of his veiny length just to suck at the tip, eliciting an immediate moan within a thrust forward searching for more contact.
You kept swiping your tongue across his throbbing hardened dick, always finishing with a pop on the very end, and when you felt like your spit and his arousal had coated it enough to ease your movements, you opened your mouth wide to take him whole, each centimeter causing Jakeâs body to tremble and his voice to falter in between his groans.
When you had your nose bumping his lower stomach, you stood still, feeling Jakeâs hands caressing your hair kindly. You had to use your everything to remember to breathe with your nose, especially when the view of Jakeâs head being thrown on the pillow as he, himself, struggled to regulate his own breathing was unfolding right before your eyes.Â
Jake's body at that point was flaming hot, sweat dripping onto his forehead while his free hand clutched the sheet in a way to keep him sane, though your warm cavity embracing his dick, up and down, was leaving no room to maintain the silence.Â
âFuck, babyââ His voice was hoarse, consumed by the indescribable sensation of the way you took him so pleasurably, so skillfully, so delightfully. âTâTaking me so wellâŠâ
He waved his hips just slightly with his hands still on your head, bucking against your throat and unintentionally making you gag. He didnât feel sorry at all, not when you kept on your pace, barely giving a thought about it, even stirring a muffled moan out of you.
A choked whimper escaped Jakeâs swollen lips as he felt your throat pressing against his sensitive tip again. It was bizarre how it seemed like you had been molded just for him, and only him. Jake wanted you in every possible way and was grateful because you seemed to want him just as desperately.
You increased the rhythm little by little with hollow cheeks, giving some more attention with your mouth to Jakeâs reddened tip, tongue pressing at the slit every once and a while as your hands worked on the base and his balls.Â
There was a thin string of morality that held Jake in reality, preventing him from moaning your name â though he wanted so badly to â, but he couldnât help the following whimpers and small cries that left his throat, the flutter on his stomach indicating he was getting closer.Â
You noticed it almost right away after so many moments together. Jake always started to whine in between his noises and his body would shake within each minimal stimulus, squirming like he was growing desperate. So you quickly repositioned yourself, supporting your weight with your arms on the bed and staying still, eyes blinking expectantly at Jake, waiting.
âWhy did you stopââ Jake cut himself when he propped his head up from the pillow to look at you, another half-choked groan slipping out his parted lips when he caught the view. âDonât tell me you want me toâŠâ
You nodded, still waiting. Jake chuckled, in pure disbelief and desire, because you just had held yourself with your tongue poking out of your mouth, expecting him to simply throat-fuck you.
The way you were just⊠staring, patiently idling until Jake had your hair threaded through his slender fingers to finally move was an extremely alluring, sultry sight.
âYou have no idea of how sexy you look right now,â he muttered under his breath, lowering your head while resting on his free elbow, because there was no way in hell he would lose the enticing scene you were just about to give him.Â
Jake didnât know he would be able to endure much longer of that treatment you were giving him, his body extra sensitive as he bobbed your head up and down his cock; free using your body for his own pleasure sounded a lot out of his league and he took a mental note to repay later.Â
It took just seconds in that new position for you to have Jake rolling his eyes back with his mouth falling open, a quiet moan escaping as he speeded up his hands on your head before forcing you all the way down, pressing the tip of his throbbing cock on your throat while the thick ropes of his release filed straight down your throat.
You kept steady, motioning the swallowing movement to ride Jake through his high; it felt amazing to have him shaking in between random waves underneath you, soft whines coming out of his parted lips while the grip on your hair tightened.
As soon as he loosened the said grasp, you finally removed his now a bit softened cock out of your mouth, kissing it briefly before moving up to settle yourself on Jakeâs chest.Â
âThat was insane,â he whispered in between small pants, involving you with his arms. You cared little to nothing about his sweat sticking to you, knowing you both would have to take a quick bath before Jay got home.Â
âI know,â you replied back with a grin, looking at him and kissing his lips with passion, now free from your own fearsâ restraints.Â
You used to avoid sharing too many intimate moments with Jake, the aftercare barely happening due to your constant excuses to run away, scared of falling deeper into something you couldnât really grasp at. Not until that day.Â
It felt great to experience such loving touches without having to run away â light as sweet breeze fanning your face, your heart pounded in joy inside your chest, stomach fluttering with dancing butterflies.
You suddenly giggled, parting the kiss to glance at Jake with your adorable, playful eyes. He shot you back a tender gaze, waiting for your following words.
âYou didnât teach me about quantum,â you quirked an eyebrow and Jake immediately widened his eyes in panic.
âOh, shit.â
You laughed at his dramatic reaction, at how he wanted to leave the bed to grab his clothes and try to use the last minutes of your tutoring session to teach you anything.
âCalm down, big boy,â you pulled him back. âJayâs probably not even at home yet.â
As if you had summoned him, a knock on your door got you and Jake startled.Â
âY/N?â
Both of your bodies tensed immediately. With a jolt, Jake was rushing over to get his clothes from the floor and wear them as quickly as possible while you frantically patted down your hair and smoothed the wrinkled fabric of your shirt, wiping away any hint of lingering fluids from the corner of your mouth.
âComing!â You shouted, hurrying towards the door.
You cleared your throat, giving a final, stealthy glance over your shoulder to make sure Jake was, thankfully, no longer naked. When you opened the door, you greeted Jay with an overly bright, oh-so-forced smile, praying he would buy your attempt at casualness.
âHi!âÂ
ââŠIs everything alright? I heard some noises. It sounded like someone was in painâŠâ he replied, his brows knitting in concern.
âUhâŠâ Your mouth fell open and your eyes widened comically, your brain nearly visibly overheating, struggling to process an acceptable explanation.Â
You could closely feel Jakeâs gaze burning on your back as the realization that Jay might have heard pretty much everything.
âIt was me!â Jake interjected, cutting through the awkward silence with an impressive smoothness. âI, uh, stubbed my toe on Y/Nâs bed frame when I was heading to the bathroom,â he added with a sheepish chuckle.
âOh,â Jay replied, nodding with an air of understanding that sent a wave of relief through your tense shoulders, your smile naturally coming back to your face. âThat makes sense.â
However, Jake was naive enough to notice how his best friendâs eyes dropped briefly, as if scanning you two, a faint, knowing look flashing across his face before he added with a small, friendly smile
âIâll leave you two. Donât wanna interrupt your⊠Studies.âÂ
âThanks!â You were quick to answer. Almost too quick. âWeâre almost finished!â Your voice was stained enough to raise suspicions but you opted to ignore it.
As the door clicked shut, Jake exhaled with a low mutter, his fingers scratching through his hair. âI think he knows.â
âWhat!?â You exasperated, though trying to maintain your voice low. âThereâs no way!â
Jakeâs lips curled in a fond smile as he studied your adorable disbelief expression, hands finding comfort on your waist. For someone who just had partially sucked his soul out of his body through his cock, you were acting a bit almost innocent. He couldnât resist the urge to tease you, his fingers drawing circles on your hips.
âDid you really think he bought that excuse?â he chuckled softly, eyes gleaming with amusement.
âOf course he did!â You stomped your foot, crossing your arms.
Jake's hands slid from your waist just to gently unfold your arms, guiding them to his shoulders as he pulled you closer.
âI wish you were right, pretty girl, but I donât think weâve convinced him this time,â Jake said and sighed, your cheeks warming when he used a finger to tuck a strand of your messy hair on your ear. Your pout deepened and Jake giggled. âWho the hell moans when getting hurt, sweetheart?â He murmured, his voice soft, but his lips twitched in a playful smirk.
âI mean,â you started, flustered but trying to be reasonable, âthere are probably people whoââ Jake cut you off with a quick peck on your lips, startling you into silence as your protest dissolved into a surprised smile. The sweetness of the gesture caught you off guard, and a good warmth bloomed in your chest.
Definitely you would have to get used to that.
âI donât think he bought it, pretty,â Jake eyes traced over your features, his smile lingering longer as he studied each part of it. He caressed your cheek, brushing your bottom lip before kissing you, a delicious shiver running down your spine as he did so. âBut itâs fine, yeah? Weâll figure out something.â
The woman staring back at you in the mirror was expressing everything but âIâm casually going to study.â Sure, you had chosen a chill outfit, taking advantage of the sweet autumn breeze to wear one of your cozy sweaters, but you had left your legs bare, pairing it with a short skirt that framed your thighs perfectly. Perfectly enough to drive Jake insane.
It was amusing, thrilling even to see how he now reacted so openly, nearly pathetically to your provocations. Anytime you found yourselves in a safe space â mainly your room or the living room when you were absolutely sure Jay wasnât home â Jake would unleash a stream of shameless obscenities adoring you, his hungry gaze devouring your body without a care in the world. It always earned a laugh from you before you both gave in to the heat of the moment, leading to a long, intense kiss.Â
Today, you didnât know for certain if Jay was home, and frankly you didnât want to find out either. If he was, he would probably see you and question where you were going, an endearing yet slightly overprotective habit of his. So, you walked through the house as quietly as possible, practically on tiptoes, hoping he had been held up at work or had gone out with his friends, as he usually did on Fridays.
The evening was just setting in, and Jake had mentioned earlier that Sunghoon and Heeseung were going out that night, which was the main reason you had felt comfortable enough to head over â freedom. And, admittedly, because your finals were starting next week, and you genuinely wanted to review a few things with him, even â and luckily â if that meant to have his breathy moans brushing against your ear as he fucked you dumb.
With your nervous eyes hovering the apartment in search of anything that resembled your brotherâs presence, you finally reached the door, clicking it open with a relieved sigh.
However, fate had other plans for you.
âWhere are you going?â
You startled and stopped immediately on your tracks, turning in your heels with an awkward smile to see Jay standing near the dinner room door frame with a confused expression. You had forgotten that he normally sat there while working on boring stuff on his phone sometimes, where he could definitely see you passing by.
âUm... To Jake's.â You quietly told. âYâknow, my exams start on Monday, soâŠâ
Jay arched an eyebrow, his jaw clenching ever so slightly as his eyes roamed your body, his frown deepening within each passing second. Now you damned yourself for choosing such a short skirt.
With a brief nod after his silent inspection, he muttered. âOk.â
You squinted, tilting your head, your expression shifting to something almost investigative as you struggled to read Jay's reaction â a calmness that felt almost unsettling, like the lull before the storm. You half-expected him to ask dozens of questions, and the fact he didnât got you wavering, stomach twisting in a bitter anticipation.
âOkayâŠ?â you echoed, waiting for⊠something more.
âYeah, have fun.â He replied, shrugging slightly, hands being buried deep in his front pockets. âI mean, itâs physics. You canât really have fun with that,â he teased, but at the same time, you felt weird, like there was something more to it.
âUm, right,â you nodded, forcing a tense, small smile. âDefinitely canât.â
The words lingered in the air between you two, the air dense as volcano smokes; a volcano you trusted wouldn't erupt soon. Or at least you deeply hoped for it.Â
After a quick goodbye, you headed to Jakeâs house, having to deal with your stomach aching in nervousness after your brief interaction with Jay. You truly wished for your brother to be oblivious enough not to suspect anything more than he already had, nonetheless you and Jake werenât being that cautious about your ongoing relationship.
On the other side, the said man was patiently waiting for your arrival. He had just declined Heeseung and Sunghoonâs invitation to hang out as they usually did on Fridays, trying to sound as casual as possible when explaining you would be there soon to finish your studies, since you had exams the next week.
Bullshit.Â
Jake was playing with fire. Taunting the devil. Flirting with danger. Whatever.
He had a vain certainty that Jay was suspecting your relationship with him, especially after the last encounter in your room where your brotherâs eyes shifted briefly into something close to understanding beyond what he had seen.Â
Still, Jake called you over, praying for the best outcome instead of facing whatever consequences Jay would make him go through once he finds out he has been sleeping with his little sister.
Jake wasnât an only child, however, having an older brother didnât do much to help him in portraying being in your place.
Of course he would go insane if he had a little sister and she started to screw around with a friend of his, especially if she tried to hide it. But Jake didnât plan to be the asshole type, to use your body for his own satisfaction and discard you once he got bored, never. He couldnât even create a thought about leaving you at that point. His heart beat for you, and you only.Â
You became an important part of his life throughout the past weeks, months even. Since the moment you both allowed and agreed to the friends-with-benefits arrangement and it had evolved into something much deeper. Now, Jake found himself nurturing strongest feelings for you; it wasnât only about the curves of your body, the smoothness of your skin, the longing to have you all over him, no.Â
Jake could easily say he had fallen in love with you.
It was crazy how you got him wrapped around his finger â both abstractly and practically â, as if it was such an easy task to do.Â
Life with you was way more interesting and enjoyable. Jake could spend hours fucking you, yes, definitely. But nothing compared to having your body snuggled against his, the shared warmth leaving no room for anxiety, tiredness or sorrow.
After a tough day, all Jake wanted was to be with you, cuddling while receiving your shower of kisses and hearing your giggles as you did so.
Jake fell deeply in love with every part of your personality: how determined you overall were and especially when it was about to win him over, how rational yet emotional you could be, how genuine and at the same time assertive you expressed yourself when talking about your hobbies.
Acts of service were your primary love language, and Jake loved how you put in effort to express affection in such a thoughtful way, since the shared routine made it extra hard to ease your side.Â
Taking care of his tired body after he stayed on top of you for quite a long time, giving him water and cleaning him whole. Bringing his favorite coffee whenever he stopped to pick you up from college.Â
When you both actually studied, you didnât just listen to his explanations; you appreciated the effort he put into making even the most complex topics easy to understand. But more than that, you always did your best to make him feel comfortable. Whether it was adjusting the air conditioning when you saw him shivering or sweating, or quietly flipping the pages of the textbook when you noticed he had finished reading the last paragraph, your attention to detail never went unnoticed.
On a random day, Jake reached into his back pocket and found a small note you had quietly slipped there. It was a sweet declaration, simple but meaningful, words that reflected everything you didnât always say out loud.
He knew that you worked best through actions, but the note reminded him of the affection that was always present in every little thing you did.
The sound of the doorbell ringing had Jake jumping off the couch, eager to greet you. As the door swung open, he gave you no chance to breathe, pulling you closer to lessen the longing of the warmth of your body, his lips crashing onto yours with a fervor that told you everything you needed to know for now.Â
âHiâ To youâ Too!ââ You tried to mumble against the kiss, giggling at how desperate Jake was behaving while stumbling on your legs as you entered the house, struggling to follow his messy lead.
âWant you.â He whispered as a vain explanation, guiding you both to his room without a care in the world.
With a blink of a second your half-closed eyes caught his deep frown, and your smile faltered while your body tensed straightaway. It triggered a strange feeling in your chest to perceive Jakeâs urgency. You sensed something was off, weird even; you had just left home under Jay's analytical gaze, knowing you were hiding a huge secret from him, one he could be absurdly close to discovering â or maybe he already had. Now, with Jakeâs unforeseen demeanor, if you forced yourself hard enough to connect the dots, you would say the man kissing you was holding some information back.
Or atleast holding something back.Â
âWait, waitââ You tried to break the sloppy kiss by pushing Jakeâs chest lightly, away enough to attempt to pry an explanation out of him without his mouth devouring yours. âWhat happened?â
Jakeâs eyes roamed your concerned face briefly, a flicker of hesitation flashing before he smiled tenderly. His hands on your hips pressed the area ever so mildly, as though he fought a way to anchor him, as if he suddenly started fearing to lose your touch.
You didnât buy his smile.
âCanât a man miss his woman?â
His woman.
Though the manner of addressing you had your heart swirling in a sweet, thrilling carousel and your cheeks warming up, you couldnât help the growing bittersweetness slowly and painfully swallowing your entire being.Â
âYes, you can,â you didnât hold back your half-smile before your eyes softened, nearly teetering a probing, piercing one as your hands softly caressed Jakeâs face. âBut I feel like thereâs something more.â
Jakeâs breath hitched, not due to how intense he was kissing you just seconds ago, but mostly because you were so fucking right.
Jake had a problem sleeping last night after you confirmed you would visit him the next day. Excitement? No. Fear.
Inviting you over to his place felt like a way of grounding the relationship, making it real. Alongside the once-conflicted feelings that had now settled comfortably into love, there was the weight of responsibility to bring you into his world, to make it real for everyone, make it real to his best friend. To your brother.
Jake wasnât exactly afraid of his friendship with Jay falling apart. Though hurtful, he for sure could find ways to live through it. He did worry about you. To Jay, you were family â true family, tied by blood. If things went wrong, you wouldnât have the luxury of cutting ties; you would be forced to navigate whatever fallout happened. Jake hoped fervently that it wouldnât come to that, that you wouldnât have to face a harsh reality just because you both liked â loved â each other.Â
Yet, a new sense of resolve was rising within him, making him believe that no matter the outcome, he would do whatever it took to keep you by his side. Fighting for you felt easy. Making you happy was his ultimate goal.Â
Jake would cross oceans, move heaven and earth if that meant to stay with you.
So, you were right, because he was overthinking the possibility of telling Jay about your relationship. But before, there was going to be a relationship to begin with.
âWill you be my girlfriend?âÂ
Jake caught on your body shifting and backing away a little, your breath stuttering, eyes widening, wavering before his proposal. He found himself panicking within a snap prior to your silence, cursing internally for letting his feelings take over and the question to escape his lips.
A bit longer. Just a bit longer he should have waited to understand where you stood emotionally when the subject was the two of you, because beyond considering your feelings, Jay was in the equation as well, difficulting the possibilities of the said relationship to blossom.Â
There was no coming back, though. The words flew out of his mouth, lingering in the air and weightening it as you quietly processed what you had just heard, wondering if you were tripping.Â
Jake gulped and immediately started to ramble, fumbling over his words with a voice that broke a bit once and a while as he did so, trying to cover up the angushing lack of noises between you both.
To some extent, Jake feared you would somehow hear his heart beating in panic.Â
âYou donât have to accept,â he began, his voice unsure, yet full of vulnerability. âI mean, weâre seeing each other almost everyday, and I really have feelings for you and maybe... Maybe you feel the same? For me?â He hesitated, puppy eyes wide and glistening with hope and desperation searching for any sign from you. He found nothing.
âLâLike, weâre having sex quite often and I like your company a lot,â he stammered. âIâd love to call you my girlfriend. I know thereâs Jay and heâs your brother and he may not accept it, but Iâm willing toââ
âShut up.â You cut him off sharply by pressing a finger on his mouth.
A deep frown marked your forehead as you pondered thoughtfully, your gaze focusing on some random spot down the hallway behind Jakeâs back, your mind racing.
Jake froze, eyes growing bigger at your reaction, his lips pursing together in a small, adorable pout that made your heart twist.
âOk.â
You almost felt guilty for making him go through whatever was racing in his head; hearing his voice falter made your chest ache. At the same time, you couldnât blame yourself, not when Jake had literally just asked you to be his girlfriend.
It was the question, the most important one of your life so far, the very one you had dreamed of hearing from him with his attractive Australian accent, nearly bordering a childish fantasy.Â
âPlease, just say somethingâŠâ Jake pleaded, voice cracking with anxiety. âEven if itâs a noâŠâ
His words hit you like a wave crashing onto rocks. Your head snapped towards his direction, your wide eyes shooting a skeptical, confused glance, increasing his own confusion. Jake tilted his head to the side, just like a puppy, and then the realization hit.Â
âWhat?â You exclaimed, a hint of laughter tempting to burst out. âNo! Babe, noâŠâ
There was a clear layer of desperation on your voice now, as you shook your head frantically and sweetly placed countless kisses on Jakeâs plump lips, cupping his face gently to keep him steady. He tried to ignore how his chest burned deliciously with the pet name.
âGod, no, Iâd never say no,â you muttered, his breath of relief fanning your face kindly, enough to ease your own heart. âI was just⊠Taken aback. I never expected my lifelong crush to ask me to be his girlfriend,â you giggled as you said, feeling a fluster creep up your neck towards your face.Â
Jakeâs half-open eyes enjoyed the tenderness touch you showered him with, but then he suddenly dropped to something similar to confusion again, pulling back just slightly to look you in the eyes.
âSorry, lifelong crush? Me?â His voice was a mix of disbelief and amusement.Â
You laughed again, the sound light and full of affection before you hid yourself on the crook of his perfumed neck; the scent easing your senses right away.Â
âYes, you,â you mumbled, shyly. âYouâ You have been on my mind for quite a long time, Jaeyun,â to admit it out loud had you even more embarrassed, so you choose not to pinpoint precisely when. Not for now. Gladly, he didnât push you as well. He would make the most of it later on.
âSoâŠâ He trailed off, pushing you off your hideout to offer you the most beaming expression you ever saw him having.
Jake was so, so gorgeous, with his wide, contagious smile, the soft curve at the ends framing it perfectly. Eyes sparkling with adoration, giving you the most tender and expectant look.
âYes, Jake. Iâd like to be your girlfriend.â
âMhm,â he nodded, feigning a cool, relaxed demeanor you both knew wasnât actually true, trying to hide the actual urge to jump like crazy behind a mischievous smirk. You arched an eyebrow, expectation growing slowly in your chest. âWhere should I first take you as my girlfriend now?â
You giggled, biting your bottom lip with a naughty smile as you felt your heart palpitating harder; Jake would always be your crush after all. And to know you had him as your boyfriend only increased your arousal amidst the unfolding talk.
âHow about your room, mhm?â A finger slowly traced his jawline, eyes dropping to something more intense. âBet you have a lot of physics stuff in there, am I right?âÂ
Jake laughed at your subtly mocking, yet naive words, especially because you both knew you werenât wrong at all â and where that type of conversation would lead.
âOh, you have no idea, darling,â he shot back, mirroring your tone as he pressed you back against his bedroom door, pushing it open with a deliberate motion. âGotta show you how physics explains some⊠very special positions, yeah?â
You werenât entirely sure how it happened, since things with Jake usually escalated quickly once your lips met, but now he was hovering over you, his firm body pressing you into the bed, kissing you slowly and consumingly, as his fingers roamed over every centimeter of exposed skin.
You were well aware of how tempted Jake was by your legs â one of the reasons you had chosen that particular skirt â but you were uncertain if you would ever get used to how he grasped at you, his fingers digging in as though he needed to pull you closer, as if he desperately wanted to break the laws of physics and turn you both into one single body, occupying the same space.
Each time he rocked forward, grinding himself against you in search of any fleeting relief, waves of heat and excitement coursed through your veins straight to your core.
When a soft moan escaped, the noise vanished in between the heated touch and Jake lost composure. His mouth left yours only to travel lower, finding the sensitive line of your neck, lips pressing eagerly, his tongue tracing over the spots he knew would make you shiver, followed by a soft scrape of his teeth as he teased every weak point with deliberate care.
Your nails dug into his shoulder as your head fell back onto his pillow, granting him full access, your other hand tangling in the softness of his brown locks, gently tugging as his lips moved with purpose. But Jakeâs impatience was hard to miss. He drifted down to your jawline, then lower, hands trying to slip beneath your sweater in an attempt to feel more of you.
âNo,â you tugged his head back by his hair. âNo, no, no. Listen, I get youâre excited and believe me, I am too, butââ You tried to speak between the sloppy kisses Jake continued planting along your jaw, a clear attempt to quiet you. âWe have to study.â
âPlease,â he breathed, a whine escaping him, not giving a care about how tight you gripped his strands, lowering himself, nuzzling his nose against the fabric of your sweater. âPlease, I need you. I need to feel you.â
âWe have to study.â You echoed what you just said and somehow it seemed to be rather to bring you back from the blissful lust than to take Jake away from it.
âPlease,â with a plea, Jake locked his eyes onto yours, his voice thick with desperation.
You swallowed nothing as you saw deep, raw, intense desire once you met his gaze.
Jake had his two beautiful orbs oozing with craving, with need. His jaw was clenched, his features somewhat sharper under the dim light of his room. The sight nearly made you moan aloud, perhaps longing to have Jake between your legs more than him himself.Â
The blaze in your stomach increased as he leaned down slowly, fierce eyes still glazed onto yours, little by little decreasing the distance between his face and your still covered cunt, teasing to get under your skirt.
You knew exactly what Jake wanted. He had hinted at it so many times it was almost impossible not to relent. And yet, despite the power he somehow had over your decisions in moments like these, sending you easily into a haze of desire, you were a woman of your word.
âNo,â you murmured, reluctantly pushing his head away and sitting up. âDo you remember our deal?â
Jake's gaze flickered, torn between your tempting thighs with the pretty skirt framing them perfectly and the inflexible expression on your face, the frustration evident. God, he could already picture himself getting lost in between your legs, your thighs squishing his head because he was pleasuring you so good. And preferably wearing the exact same skirt you wore.
âFine,â he huffed, rolling his eyes like a scolded child. âLetâs study so you can ace that fucking exam.â
You bit back a grin as you read Jakeâs pouty face, reaching over to grab the collar of his white shirt and pull his body onto yours one last time, starting a slow, savoring kiss. You sucked his bottom lip within a quiet smack sound as you drew back.
âSorry, canât help myself,â you muttered with a cheeky smile, eliciting a chuckle from Jake.Â
Your eyes tracked the motion of his tongue sweeping across his swollen, reddened lips, stealing any lingering remnant of your taste before standing on his foot.
âYouâre trouble,â he said while offering you a hand. âAnd I like that.â
When he headed you over his desk, you smirked, ignoring the slap he gifted your ass with before sitting.Â
âSo, sound waves, huh?â you purred, fingers tracing over the open page before looking up at him with a playful glint. âIâm curious how youâd explain it to me.â
Jake would always follow the same flow. He would start with you beside him, explaining the concepts from the book in simple terms, and you would initially go along, absorbing the material through the practical examples Jake offered so effortlessly.
But then your attention would start to drift â to the way his lips moved, the soft, deep resonance of his voice that seemed to echo through your entire body, the way his slender fingers moved as he gestured with every point he made... And soon, Jake would begin to lose his composure, deciding to take a far more hands-on approach to his âteaching.â
After a call from Jay asking what was taking so long for you to go home â an unusual demeanor that got goosebumps spreading over your skin â and a lame excuse that you were deeply focused on reviewing the materials for your exam, you ended up back on Jakeâs bed, on all fours with his hardened, throbbing dick pounding fast into you.
âThe louder you scream,â Jake thrusted deep, hitting your g-spot tirelessly, making you cry his name out just like he was saying. âThe greater the amplitude of the sound waves. It carries more eâenergy.â
âFuck, Jake,â you rolled your eyes, though no one could actually see you doing that.Â
Your hands clutched the colorful sheets underneath you as a way to keep yourself sane, to maintain your conscience stable and grounded; you doubted you wouldnât even remember your name, nonetheless. It was hard to think of anything else other than Jakeâs name being chanted by your tired throat, Jakeâs dick buried deep into you, Jakeâs hands grasping your hips to keep you still, Jakeâs desperate moans, searching for his release. Jake was everywhere.Â
âSoâ deepââ You whined, your walls clenching around his length, your dripping juices coating precisely each part of it.Â
âYeah, babe?â Jakeâs voice dropped an octave, squeezing your hips hard enough to leave marks. The fleeting thought made him groan, because it sounded like you were his propriety. âLike my cock deep into your pussy, mhm?â
âFucking hell, yes,â you faltered on your arms, dropping almost completely on the bed if wasnât for Jakeâs steady grip on your waist.Â
You could feel his dick twitching inside your cunt, the realization he was getting close sparking up in between the haze bliss you were going through, lost in pure, raw desire. Jake was fucking you so good.
âSo fucking perfect,â Jake managed to say with trembling voice and between groans before his rhythm grew frantic, uneven, irregular. âMy good girl, isnât that right?â
You agreed within a mumble, not able to form proper words, eliciting a chuckle from Jake.Â
âI want your cum,â you said muffled, somehow finding strength to force your body back and meet Jakeâs thrusts. âI want it so bad, Jakeyââ
After testing words, dirty talks, movements, even decisions when sharing those moments with Jake, you managed to select a few things you could do to drive him insane, near the edge almost instantly. So it took just a few pumps for you to be filled with Jakeâs warm liquid, his orgasm hitting strong as he threw his head back, choking in between a long, delicious moan. He held you still, his dick deep into you as his body shuddered, hips stuttering while he enjoyed his overwhelming pleasure.Â
With a hiss Jake released you from his grip, removing his length slowly, eliciting a discontent whine from you since not only you didnât cum, but also felt the immediate lack of fulfillment and the feeling of his seed dripping down your legs. His hooded eyes were blurry, but he caught a brief view of it together with your slightly bruised skin before dropping his exhausted body onto the bed. Hot.
You quietly watched as he laid near you, how his chest rose and fell heavily, the known silver necklace moving together with it; you took the opportunity to come back to yourself, regulating your own breathing and regaining control of your body â deep down you knew Jake was just getting ready to give you your own climax. However, a mischievous plan popped into your mind and you couldnât let it slide so easily, not when you finally had the chance of hearing him screaming your name without fearing your brother.Â
âLemme ride you,â you muttered suddenly and moved to position yourself on top of Jake, hands finding support on his torso, straddling with a knee on each side of his body.
âBabe, wait a bitââ He said within a frown, but not really doing anything to stop you; he just rested his palms on your waist, watching you grab his slightly softened shaft to align on his lower stomach. âDoll, pleaseââ When you wiggled your hips to fit your wet, warm folds in his cock and started to deliberately grind, he nearly screamed. âPlease, stopââ
Your eyes darted over his contorted face, not halting your movements as you did so, a soft moan leaving your mouth.
Such a lustful sight. Jake had his beautiful and swollen lips parted, silent, whispered pleas escaping it as his brows furrowed deeper; eyes closed tightly, cheeks flustered and breaths coming out ragged, mixed with airy moans that only intensified as you started to rut back and forth faster.
âPlease, babe, âm sensitiveââÂ
Jake felt his head spinning, quite literally as he squirmed and abstractly, nonsense words cutting through the thick air, because, God, it felt so strangely good to be overstimulated by you.Â
âDo you want me to really stop, Jakey?â You asked sweetly, yet a bit concerned that he was actually not enjoying it as you leaned forward to suck the skin of his sensitive neck.
He moaned. Like, really moaned and shook his head frantically.
âMhm, fuckââ You lifted your body again just in time to catch his eyes rolling and fluttering close. âDâDonât you dare to, fuck, to stopââÂ
You kept on rolling your hips with a grin dancing on your lips. Jakeâs sensitive tip touched your clit even so often, provoking your body to spasm a little. You aimed to get him hard again, so you could finally fuck yourself and achieve your orgasm, and because of the earlier interaction of your bodies you werenât that far from coming.
Jake opened his eyes lazily, taking in the view of your exposed chest that quickly was being abused by his big hands, pinching your hardened nipples and kneading the soft flesh of them. You threw your head back, mouth falling open with the feeling of Jake touching almost everywhere.
At some point, Jakeâs length was completely stiff beneath you and you took no time to position you in your pulsing hole, sinking in one go that had you and Jake throwing heads back with loud moans.Â
Your breath was irregular when you propped your hands on each side of Jakeâs face, starting to bounce in an unwavering pace that, together with the way you locked eyes with Jake, fierce and full of determination to finish, got him moaning within a smirk, proudly.
âLook at you,â Jake cooed at you, his voice hoarse, hands raising to tenderly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear to give him the full view of your pleasant contorted face.
âYes, that's it,â he encouraged, sliding his fingers down your sides, squeezing it mildly; his lips stretching into a bigger smirk when you started to whimper and clench around his length. âRide it, baby. Use me to get yourself off.â
And so you did, speeding up your rhythm as you chased desperately for your own release and consequently led Jake towards his â he was extra reactive due to the overstimulation, so at that point he was practically holding himself back not to cum again, craving to keep on feeling your tight walls squeezing his dick and eventually you creaming it.
Jake was big, hard and deliciously leaking inside you, his tip reaching your g-spot with ease and constancy, enough to make you start to scream as your moans grew louder. When his slender fingers found their place on your clit, rubbing fast circles to help you out, you couldnât help but close your eyes with your mouth agape, a blender of whimpers and whines melodically falling from your lips as your arms began to fail to hold you in that position, making you slightly falter forward.
âJâJakeâ ugh, fuck, so fucking goodââ You stammered amidst cries of pleasure, feeling the coil in your low stomach teasing a strong build up.
At the same time your thighs began to burn, frustration emerging together with your desperation to cum, your own body betraying your release as you wavered the pace. Within seconds Jake took notice of how exhausted you were starting to act, and in no world he would let his girl down, so to maintain the same posture he propped his legs up, feet planted on his bed as he whispered for you to stop for a second.
âJust⊠Trust me,â he mumbled after seeing your confused face while letting go of your sensitive bundle of nerves from his skilled fingers to grab your ass, full hands in each cheek, holding you still as he started to push himself upwards.
You rolled your eyes quite instantly, letting your body fall onto his, your face finding its place on the curve of his pretty neck, where you started to pant and messily kiss in between your heavy breaths. Jake was leading the entire moves, pushing you down and pulling him up, heavenly deep.Â
Each desperate, frantic, urgent thrust was leading you closer to your climax; you could sense it was going to be a strong one, and your whiny moans gave it away for Jake, who found himself teetering the edge as well.
âCloseâ âm closeâ So closeââ He cried, feeling his dick leaking precum already.Â
With a snap you let it go completely, your body shaking in uneven spasms as your juices fully coated Jakeâs length within a long, striking moan. His own release followed yours, since your clenching cunt and the lewd wet noises as he rode you through your high left no room for any sanity or self-control.Â
Jakeâs big hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, shoving his cum inside you and the rhythm slowly faltered, hips stuttering as the last waves of pleasure coursed through both of you.
The room suddenly shrank as you both started to deliberately drift away from the blissful raze of raw arousal, nearly gasping for air as you did so.Â
âDonât pull out,â your words sounded more slurred than you expected, but the sweet silence in the air helped Jake to understand you, still experiencing the aftershocks of his orgasm.
âHoly.âÂ
It was everything he managed to say before the quietness took over again. You felt Jake caressing your bare back, slowly and tenderly, filled with an affection you wanted to receive only from him, fluttering the butterflies in your belly.
Eventually he was stroking your hair and hugging you close, his length still inside of you, prolonging the amazing sensation of being full. And somehow, you fell in love even harder.
âSo thatâs what freedom tastes like?â You heard Jake mumbling against your ear after a while, his honeyed voice cutting through the air kindly, and a tired laugh escaped your lips.
You couldnât help the small sting in your heart as you heard the question, afterall, none of those escaping and hiding moments would be happening if he wasnât your brotherâs best friend. You wanted to be able to love Jake openly. And hoped he could love you back just as much.Â
âYeahâŠâ You whispered within a broken smile that Jake didnât catch.Â
âI may grow addicted to it.â
Jake wanted you to stay for the night, caring little to nothing about whatever could happen if Sunghoon and Heeseung found out. But you werenât worried about them that much, you could easily coax your way out of it.Â
You were frightened of your brother.Â
So after a soothing warm shower to calm your nerves and with Jake reassuring you that the excuse you had created was perfectly convincing, you headed back, praying for Jay to be sleeping already or, even better: not at home.Â
You moved as quietly as possible, trying not to make a sound while unlocking the door, like a teenager sneaking in after breaking curfew, heart racing in anticipation of being caught.
It was so weird to have that feeling, to hide things from your brother, the one you trusted blindly because he would never judge you. Still, the situation was fragile, unusual. It was a new territory where if you pushed too far, the consequences could be far worse than you were prepared to handle.
Jake somehow eased your stirring anxiety with his sweet words and calming voice when he embraced you in a last comforting hug before you left.Â
âHe would never be mad at you, darling.â
With Jakeâs voice whispering tenderly in your head like a mantra, you finally opened the front door, stepping into the darkness of your apartment.Â
A deep sigh of relief escaped as you closed the door behind you, careful not to make a sound, the faint click of the lock triggering a shiver that quickly vanished as you realized you might be alone. You could practically feel how your tensed shoulders loosed as you started to casually slip off your boots.
âSo, how was it with Jake?â
You froze in place, back turned to where the voice came from.
Jay.
The lights suddenly turned on, but you had no courage to turn and face your brother, especially after feeling the burning sensation on your back that told you he was staring unwaveringly. The question hung in the air, thick and tense, as much as your body began to feel right after. His voice wasnât accusing, but it still carried an underlying heavy weight you feared to understand completely.Â
"It was fine," you forced out, trying to keep your voice steady, but it came out thin, shaky. The lie tasted bitter on your tongue as you unfortunately became aware it wasnât enough to fool him. Not anymore. âWâWe studied sound waves and⊠Watched a documentary. About it. He ordered food too⊠It was⊠Cool.â
Your sentences were barely coercive. Unstable, insecure, because your mind was no longer working properly. Telling blatant lies was something you never imagined yourself doing to Jay, and you certainly couldnât consider yourself good at it at all.Â
Still, you pushed through, trying your hardest to sound convincing, desperately hoping to make it through the day. Your body was screaming for a proper rest, drained from the adrenaline and energy spent earlier that Jay was oblivious so far.
Maybe the next day would be easier â maybe confronting Jay wouldnât feel so impossible.
âYeah?â Jay muttered and you finally turned on your heels to look at him.
He was leaning on the wall, smiling â but not a very pleasant smile. He had his hands shoved inside his trousersâ pockets, jaw clenched, eyes fierce, cutting through you as if he read your deepest secrets. You gulped nervously, hands starting to tremble; you could feel your heart pounding in your eardrums.Â
âDid he teach you about sound waves while you screamed his fucking name?â
Your instant reaction was to almost mutter a quiet and confused âhow did you know?â, your face dropping as the panic started to crawl in your skin. You just got caught and you had nowhere to run.
âDid he tell you two were alone, Y/N?â
Your heart dropped to your stomach immediately as he questioned and started to walk. Each step Jay took towards you felt like a heavy drumbeat, as if time had slowed down painfully, weightening the atmosphere absurdly, grounding you way too much; it felt as though heavy shackles with iron balls were bound to each of your feet, holding you in a way that left you suffocated and powerless. Excruciatingly overwhelming.Â
âBecause you probably were.â He stopped in front of you, his nostrils moving within each ragged breath. You could picture the haze of pure anger his mind got lost through his fierce eyes, eyes that never left yours. âDuring the first hour.â He added between gritted teeth and you shivered, your eyes widening as you took a step back, fearing falling because as realization hit, you practically felt the ground being pulled from beneath your feet.
There was no way Jake had lied to you, right? Leading you into a trap just to ruin your relationship with your brother. Why would he do that? You couldn't believe it, because that wasnât the Jake you knew â it wasnât the Jake who had just asked you to be his girlfriend with eyes shining with passion before giving you one of the most heartfelt kisses you had ever experienced. Jake wouldnïżœïżœïżœt do that.
How did your brother find out, then?
Jay shook his head slightly, his expression hardening further before a bitter, dry laugh escaping his pursed lips. He saw the look of disbelief in your eyes, the shock written all over your face and he read it precisely.
"No, Jake didnât tell me,â he explained briefly to your racing thoughts. âHe just didnât know Sunghoon would be home earlier than expected."
Jay, though clearly upset, spoke with an edge of reassurance. His voice was low, barely concealing the tension and irritation simmering beneath it, still, worried about you.
A cold wave sprang in your chest as the realization struck like a bolt of lightning, your body quivering with fear and your wide, glistening eyes teasing to collapse in tears. You felt exposed. Vulnerable. Your secret was no longer a secret, and you instantly cursed yourself for holding it secretly to begin with.
Stupid, dumb, idiot.
Jay took a deep breath and you, another step back, trying to run away from the radiating rage coming out of his frightening presence. Jay was bigger and taller than you, and right at that moment, you felt even smaller.
âDo you have any idea of what it's like to find out that my little sister is screwing around with my best friend? And worse â hiding it from me?â
Jay didnât yell, in fact his voice was dropping an octave, low as possible, and was more than enough to leave you on the verge of crying, your eyes stung, averting his angry ones. You lowered your head.
âI'm sorry, Jay, Iââ
âWasn't thinking correctly? Didn't think I'd find out? Cut off with your lame excuses, Y/N.âÂ
It was the first time Jay talked to you with such a cold tone, sharp as a knife, yet quiet. Something about the fact that he was mad, and still had a lowkey calm voice triggered the worst on you.Â
âYou lied to me, Y/N. Lied.â His voice faltered, but only for a moment. The raw emotion in his words was enough to pierce through the façade he had been trying to maintain, his eyes glimmering with tears, bringing the worst from your own feelings towards the situation.
Your breath hitched, the sting of betrayal and guilt washing over you. Unfortunately though, Jay wasnât finished.Â
âWe promised not to lie to each other, Y/N. And you broke that promise.â His eyes burned into you, like they were seeing right through the walls you had built to shield yourself, the same barriers Jay once helped you to create, to feel stronger before the ones who tried to destroy your dreams. To destroy you.
For seconds, you saw your parents on Jay. For a brief moment, you pictured your younger self being scolded for your small mistakes and decisions, never being good enough. For the slightest millisecond, you hated your brother.
âGo to your room.â
You lifted your confused eyes only to see Jay cleaning his tears with the back of his hand.Â
âAre you grounding me?â You asked quietly, but a hint of angriness stirred to snap out.Â
Jay chuckled again, humorless. âNo,â he gave you a last look with a mild head shake. âI just canât see you now,â his sincerity was like a slap on your face. And you had no doubt that receiving one would hurt way less. âAnd youâre old enough to know youâve fucked things up big time.â
Saying you cried all night would be an understatement. Having feelings for Jake now felt like a bittersweet ache, hard to swallow and to have close to you. You couldnât help but get into a spiral of darker thoughts.
Was it worth it?
part 2
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HIAHA I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE MR SCARLETELLA CAN YOU WRITE MORE. so odd and unsettling and obscene m just giggling with delight
HIIII thank you so much for the high praise <3 this has kind of a different vibe from the last one but plays with similar-esque concepts!!!! this is 'weird and obscene' LMAO
Notes: Suggestive, mild body horror, bolded = dialogue in the Other World's language.
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How do you touch a man without a physical form? Or, you suppose, 'man' isn't quite the correct term. 'Apparition' would perhaps best describe him. Though he can reach out to you and make you feel the illusion of touch, you can't actually make contact with him. Your hand passes through him as if he were nothing but air.
You don't think he minds. It's always a bit hard to tell, with him. Mr. Scarletella ususally just stares you down with a dead look, communication relatively limited. But you would like to touch him! So you experiment a little, an action for which no mutually intelligible word exists. Still, he doesn't move as you poke and prod at different parts of his body, coming up short every single time.
You crouch down before poking at his ankle, just in case. When you look up, your heart stops for just a moment. Mr. Scarletella's neck is snapped back, folded in on itself in order to observe you. Vacant-seeming eyes are trained on your every movement. The sight makes you feel squeamish. "God... Not do," you tell him. "Head look hurt. Not funny." There's no other way you can think of to put it. You get up and stick your hand down, waving your hand in the other direction at the side of his head. He seems to understands what you mean, as his skull snaps back in its usual direction. You circle around him. "Sorry. Not want upset you." He says, although you know he'll never really listen or learn, not when it comes to these things. "Me like you. You like me." As if you'd ever forget. You beckon him. Rather than simply leaning down, his form flickers, distorting, before reappearing in the desired position. There's just one place you haven't touched yet. Once again, you extend your hand, the tips of your fingers brushing against the top of his umbrella. The surface is smooth to the touch and wets your skin, accompanied by a small burst of static ringing in your ears. It takes a moment for the significance to register. "Oh! I can touch your umbrella!" You say, forgetting the Other World's language in excitement over your discovery. Even though it's relatively small. You can't touch Mr. Scarletella himself, but the umbrella appears to be 'realer' than the rest of him. ...Actually, maybe the umbrella is a part of his body? He's not human, after all. He doesn't have to exist according to your logic. Your brow furrows. The puzzle pieces of language move in your mind, until they're slotted together semi-coherently. You point at his arm. "Arm you." Then, you do the same for his leg. "Leg you." You wave your arm up and down. "Body you." Finally, you lift your hand in the direction of the umbrella. "Object you? Me can touch object. Touch you?" Mr. Scarletella's smile widens. It reveals a little bit of the void that stretches on behind his lips. "I see. Correct. Object me. Object is..." After which he lowers his umbrella and says a word you haven't heard before. You try to repeat it, and he says it once again, pointing the umbrella in your direction. "Touch umbrella. I want."
It's definitely... Weird. It's genuinely like touching an umbrella. Cold and smooth and slightly wet. But Mr. Scarletella wanted you to do it, and you're kind of intrigued yourself, so you do it. Because there's clearly something happening. As you trace your fingers over the outer canopy, making sure to at least touch every panel a little bit, his visible form starts to flicker and fade. When you apply a bit more pressure, move a little faster, parts of him start to distort and change colour. His arm appears a little dislodged from his shoulder, static rising in the background.
When you pinch one of the metal tips in between your fingers and rub it, he lets out a laugh that is far more high-pitched than you would've expected it to sound like. Clearly, there's some kind of link between the umbrella and the rest of himself. Though you can't envision what it must be like, he's feeling something. Your hand pauses. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Scarletella has materialised even closer to you, nose close enough to touch yours, if it could. The inky darkness of his pupils makes up most of what you can see.
"Me like. Like like like like." He sounds breathy despite not breathing. "Touch more. Again. Me want you."
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âSirius killed people-â so did Snape, supposedly loved Lily but betrayed her location to Voldemort because he was jealous of James actually winning her heart, not to mention convincing Harry the abuse was his fault, nearly giving Neville PTSD to the point where his boggart was Severus Snape himself, being a racist pos to anyone born of muggle parents, and becoming a high ranking member of the death eaters so what? He could protect Harry?
âItâs easier to cry in a Ferrari-â
itâs easier to defend a terrible character and play the racism and eat the rich card when you canât understand context and inference clues that JK Rowling laid out.
Whatâs easy is inventing canon. What a load of made-up nonsense, mate.
1. Learn to read. I didnât say Sirius killed anyone, but he did attempt murder. And he did it because he thought it was funny to torture Severus.
2. Thereâs no evidence that Severus killed anyone before Dumbledore asked him for euthanasia. This is made quite clear when Dumbledore talks about his concern for Dracoâs soul, and Severus immediately questions him about his own soul. If Severus is so worried about it, itâs implied he hadnât killed anyone beforeâor at least not in cold blood.
3. Have you even read the books? The only person who knew the Pottersâ location was Peter. Heâs the one who betrayed them.
4. Thereâs no evidence he was a racist. First off, equating racism with the concept of blood purity not only trivializes a serious social issue but also makes it clear that some of you have no idea what racism is or its history. The discriminatory dynamics and their foundations are completely different. But anyway, putting that aside, thereâs no evidence whatsoever that Severus discriminated against Muggle-borns. The only time he makes a comment is during the incident with Lilyâwhich, conveniently, happens when James and Sirius are sexually assaulting him, and Lily seems to smile at James. I donât think you can judge someoneâs ideology based on a comment made in an extremely tense moment. Canonically, Severus doesnât treat Muggle-born students worse in class or make comments about their heritage. Nor does he badmouth Muggles. At most, he makes condescending remarksâwhich, letâs be real, all the characters do, even the âgood ones,â because theyâre ridiculously patronizing toward Muggles.
5. Severus was literally a double agent and reached the highest ranks of the Death Eaters to, yes, protect Harry. Thatâs literally why. Heâs following Dumbledoreâs orders. Like, have you read the books, or are you just pulling this stuff from fanfics? 99% of what youâve said so far is pure fantasy, mate.
6. Yes, love, itâs actually pretty easy for me to defend people whose actions are a direct consequence of their life circumstances, and whose poor decisions were directly influenced by a lack of opportunities, security, and the violence of their environment. In fact, thatâs literally my job. Thatâs what I do for a living.
Look, I donât give a damn if youâre a Sirius fangirl. You can love a character while admitting he was a massive piece of crap. I love The Penguin, and thereâs no way to justify him at all. Like, itâs fine, you know? You also have every right to feel sorry for himâIâm not going to judge you for that or anything. Iâm not invalidating other peopleâs feelings if they think Siriusâs life was super tragic and feel a lot of compassion for him. Everyone has their own feelings and points of empathy. But thatâs not the case for me. I donât feel sorry for him. Thereâs no excuse for being an abusive bully with sociopathic tendencies toward someone who was canonically in a position of social and economic disadvantage. If Severus had come from a good family, with money and powerâor if Sirius had been someone without a name, wealth, or statusâthen Iâd view the situation differently because they would have been on equal footing. But just like the Black family chose Muggle-borns to torture because they knew they could, Sirius chose Severus because he knew he could. Heâs a hypocrite and a piece of garbage. At least Bellatrix admitted her tendencies.
#severus snape#pro severus snape#severus snape defense#sirius black#sirius orion black#so iâm sorry but sirius background didnât excuse his actions#sirius black you posh bastard#sirius black sadistic bitch#sirius black meta#severus snape meta#sirius black headcanon#harry potter#harry potter meta
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idk if I requested this already or if I dreamt it? so sorry if you get this twice đŠ
can you please sort the ivory household + satoru + the ratmen into categories that are sort of like "knows where the clit is", "knows about it but canât find it" and "has no idea what it is"? thanx â€ïž
â· Paring - Multi x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]
â· CWs - explicit afab reader, oral (f. recieving) / cunnilingus, fingering, slight sadism (from nyen)
a/n - might be too similar to the coochie eating headcannons but i find this funny so i will be doing it anyways. also im going to default using this banner when its group headcannons :0
- Knows where the clit is
Luther
Very knowledgeable! Studies human anatomy in depth to get to better know you. Books and webpages⊠but he knows that nothing compares to the thrill of hands-on experience
Lay down on a table and spread your legs for him while he sits before you. Luther will settle himself between your thighs, one large hand resting possessively on your lower belly, just above the apex of your sex. His his other hand delicately spreads your folds apart, watching for your sweet reactions as he thumbs your clit
Luther knows how precious and sensitive this part of you is, and he makes sure to handle you with the utmost reverence
Nyon
Is a generous and attentive lover â a through and through giver. So he has plenty of experience being down there
When Nyon kneels before you, his face buried between your parted thighs, he really is in his element
He doesn't like to tear his eyes away but even if his eyes were shut, heâd still be able to find your clit perfectly with a swipe of his tongue and a quiver of your thighs. Is humble, but he does take pride in it :)
Satoru
Obsessed with every little part of you. Any touch that has you squirming and moaning beneath him will forever be etched into his sentience. So discovering how rubbing your sensitive clit makes you writhe and arch so beautifully beneath him... it's practically a dream come true! (get it?)
Likes to think he teases, slowly tracing circles around your bud, building the tension until it's nearly unbearable. But his own desire quickly overwhelms him, and soon he's palm-fucking you with a frenzied intensity that leaves you breathless and clutching at the sheets
- Knows what it is but can't find it
Nyen
Maybe less of âcan't find itâ but more âdoesn't touch itâ So mean!
Nyen is well aware of how sensitive your clit is, and being the sadistic creature he is, he takes great pleasure in denying you the satisfaction of having it touched. Even when he does allow himself to make contact, Nyen uses his sharp nails to send jolts of painful pleasure coursing through your body
Knows that denying you the bliss of rubbing your aching clit means that you'll be writhing in agony, pleading for any type of release. Pathetic and perfect, just for him
Sebastian
We know he has little experience. Even seeing a pussy for the first time made him so red that you were worried he was going to pass out
Still at least knows about the clitrous though, he's not clueless â just inexperienced. Does it mean he can find it without some assistance? No. But heâll nervously spread you open as he rubs along your entrance in an attempt to elicit some type of reaction
Too awkward to ask you what he's doing wrong, so unless youâre kind enough to show him⊠get ready for a lot of trial and error. Kind of endearing
- No idea what it is
All the Ratman
Obvious. They just know it feels good when they sink their dicks into your hole â really good. Foreplay is a foreign concept to them, their minds just set on the singular desire to rut and breed
Micheal and Robert have more of the mind to listen to you when you talk about your clit. Micheal is incredibly eager to please, burying his face between your thighs as his tongue laps sloppily at your tender bud (with heavy guidance, of course) He just loves how you clasp your thighs around his head!
Robert is the one who notices how your walls tighten and flutter around his fingers when he grazes your clit. He commits this to memory, hand sloppily rubbing against your clit as he thrusts into you. Only then the other ratman feel how you twitch around Robertâs cock do they really learn to pleasure you there
Randal
Should definitely know what the clit is â considering he canonically watches hentai. Not the best reference for sexual knowledge⊠but if he stopped staring at tits, he might have picked up that rubbing there would feel good for you
In his mind, the sole purpose of the clitoris is to provide a source of amusement, perhaps by flicking it with his tongue or pinching it between his fingers until you squirm and whine
You can try to guide him to touch it properly, but he has no idea how to use the knowledge to bring you any real pleasure. His touches are clumsy and insensitive, and he doesn't take anything seriously enough to not want to immediately put his cock in you. Best youâll get is some overstimulation, baby!
#ranfren x reader#ranfren#randals friends#luther von ivory#randal ivory#nyen catman#nyon catman#ranfren ratmen#satoru tsukada ranfren
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Au Concept time!
25 yrs later Dark Mobius storyline except in addition to becoming the hero of Mobius when Sonic mysteriously disappears, Shadow also ends up forming a sort of rivalry with Scourge, who continuously antagonizes him and tries to take over Mobius as well. However, instead of Sally marrying Shadow to "fix him", Shadow gains more influence and following than any royalty on the planet, Scourge extends the "twin Kings of our worlds" offer to Shadow, and Shadow and Scourge develop a truce between their universes by getting married.
The former King Sonic returns to "his timeline" to find himself as a barely remembered figure, and to find monuments of King Scourge and King Shadow.
#sonic the hedgehog#archie sonic comics#shadow the hedgehog#scourge the hedgehog#anti sonic#shadourge#Archie shadow#archie sonic#mobius 25 years later#archie sonic au#king shadow#king scourge#Sorry not sorry I just think this concept is funny#Plus there's so much potential in developing this kind of rivalry/enemies turned political marriage#Working out how this would all come to pass#ultimately making Scourge a little obsessed with Shadow and working out the development of Shadow's own myriad of feelings#Highly interesting to me#Like they could literally turn out to be a fairly efficient power couple who manage to fill each other's niches#Or they could be like. Awful. Toxic. Always trying to undermine each other's missions or seriously hurt/kill each other without#breaking the truce#gonna call this one#King Shadourge AU#i just be ramblin
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they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)
#like guys. be real with me. how many options did you even try before turning to dark magic#nothing about the situation called for all thatđ#in my mind they're like 22 and 25 here which makes it all even funnier#guys please just adopt a dog or somethingđ#nothing about either of you screams ready for parenthood#im so happy adrien agreste exists but the circumstances of his birth are so ridiculous#there is so much gabe and emilie couldve done besides this. they could have done anything#honestly knowing them(<-girl who believes she knows them) im not even convinced the infertility treatment wasnt working#I think they just both were so allured by the concept of a magic baby#they were like six months in and hadn't gotten pregnant yet and were like. well. I guess we're out of options! dark magic it is!#and made it everyone else's problem forever#these two wanted to be doomed by the narrative SO bad#honestly though being a 22 year old girl I kind of yet it. sometimes I see a cute baby and want one so bad maybe I too would use dark magic#maybe emilie agreste was just a girl.#anyway. sorry adrien that your parents were Like This but it is so so funny#anna rambles#ml#gabriel agreste#emilie agreste
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So i remember an ask mentioning your mortal enemy, Felis Atra and their cats, and i thought it'd be fun to draw what Felis Atra's version of your italian dogs would be.
I think they would be called Butter Knife and Flamengo! Butter Knife is not his real name, it's an nickname given by his peers because of how harmless he is. I choose Flamengo because that's the name of Vasco's rival football team here in Brazil, so i thought that was the perfect name :)
Cat Machete was slightly inspired by the Oriental Shorthair cat because of their long noses and thin head shape.
Cat Vasco was inspired by the Scottish Fold cat, because FLOPPY EARS. I gave Flamengo longer ears and orange fur to make him more like his look-alike.
The last doodle is a reference to this ask (https://canisalbus.tumblr.com/post/728923918314946560/me-i-am-machete-ear-fan-number-1-those-ears) and contains the tumblr ask stand-in dog, whose cat version was inspired by the American Curl cat! They have round ears that are slightly floppy outwards.
Final notes: I know cardinal clothes don't come in vibrant blue, but i was ADAMANT on switching Machete's and Vasco's clothing color patterns. I would draw the rest of Butter Knife's and Flamengo's clothes, but i suck at designing cool outfits.
Speaking of outfits, for Machete's iconic void outfit, i figured it would be fun to make it more baggy for Butter Knife, in contrast to Machete's, that looks very tight-fitted. I think it's cute, it kinda looks like a sweater. Also i can't imagine a Machete doppelganger without high heels boots, so those HAD to stay.
Oh, and just to be clear, i'm not like, claiming ownership of these guys or anything. I just thought it would be a fun exercise. Hope you like them!! I love your art and your characters.
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#imagine if Vaschete but CATS and REVERSED -> Butter knife ;_; and Flamengo <3#this ask is from last year and I'm sorry I've allowed it sit in my inbox for so long ÂŽm`#but I've been thinking about it intermittedly#the context was that someone said that somewhere out there existed my mortal enemy (felis atra = black/dark cat)#and they had frenzied cat ocs instead of melancholic dogs#first of all they both look so darling I'm getting radiation poisoning just from looking at them aaaaaa#and the fact you put so much thought and effort into this concept is making me go absolutely rabid#extremely strange seeing Machete with big pupils and Vasco with tiny pinpoints#Butter knife purring like a fluffy jackhammer is instant serotonin I love him#and yes if you turned Machete to a cat he'd probably be something resembling an oriental shorthair#especially one of those really exaggerated ones with giant bat ears and roman nose#and I keep visualizing Vasco as a scottish fold as well but it's kind of giving me sad bad feels personally#I can't look past their painful and debilitating health issues#the same mutation that causes the floppy ears also destroys the cartilage in their joints#it's such a shame because they're a terribly cute and charming breed#and in this case they really do have those similar rounded friendly shapes that Vasco does#if I ever draw them as cats myself I'll probably have to think of some other breed for him even though it would be such a perfect fit#also I think it's funny how you can swap everything else but Machete's heels have to stay :'> don't separate the crinkle and his boots#thank you so much! this was such a cool ask to receive I love how you designed their cat forms#gift art#dingergum#Machete#Vasco#own characters#Vaschete scenarios
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okay, because i saw a poll earlier and i thought the choices weren't clear enough and also the answers i saw to it annoyed me and also i'm curious:
NOTES:
I am including having watched gameplay of a game and not having played it as having watched the source material
In this context if you are writing fic/making art and you are not being commissioned to do so. This is purely for funsies
You getting into something because you saw a post/gifset/video about it and then watched the source material does not count. That's just how you get into new things.
Goncharov does not count because it's not real. I'll break kayfabe here I don't care.
#polls#look i got really annoyed by reading the tags of the since-deleted poll of people like 'did you forget goncharov hahaha' like.#that. that's not what was asked.#also like. i'll reblog posts of something ive not seen if i think theyre interesting/funny#but i don't count that as like. 'engaging in fandom" necessarily#bc to me at least fandom requires active engagement? and like im not gonna go hunting for like. leverage posts if ive not seen it#i also don't read fanfic like. at all. so i have no concept of how people read it?#like. i last read fanfic like 2 years ago bc i had just finished disco elysium#so people who read fic bc of the like. tropes or whatever like. i do not get it. im happy for you though#anyway. sorry i went insane i love u all#ben leaves the house#or doesnt. i guess in this case. a very Chronically Online Poll
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rook x lucanis: romance with a commentary track! solas and spite contribute with their thoughts and opinions along the way whether anyone wants them to or not. it's like a MST3K episode up in here as you try to get hot and heavy. in. in the pantry. love among the radishes at the end of the world (rifftrax version)
#still not sure who I'll romance first but I *am* starting to find lucanis just like. inherently hilarious. which is often how it starts.#for me. because of my many faults and flaws as a human being. I can't resist anything I find even slightly funny#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#solas#dragon age spoilers#god please PLEASE let there be a fade section where solas and spite could interact just to complete my Vision here#anyway I think this concept could bring out the absolute troll side of solas that I love and treasure so much#if you annoy him too much in your little fade talks he'll start loudly critiquing your kissing technique in the back of your head#'oh is that how people go about it these days. well. not how I would have done it but to each their own of course'#pls pls I want pass agg dread wolf roasts constantly he's such a bitch he was born for this (affectionate)#I mean only lucanis and the player can hear spite apparently so it'd be more like lucanis looking into the camera like he's on the office#it's so cruel I think he's already going to be real weird at emotional intimacy as it is he shouldn't have to deal#with being bounced against the fourth wall like a little rubber ball on top of it all. sorry about your life (?) lucanis
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DAY 4: DRAMA - Put on your prettiest face for the masses!
gonna start adding silly captions actually. [POINTS ACCUSINGLY] MELTY FUCK (AFFECTIONATE)!!
#disco elysium#drama#de drama#disco elysium skills#skilltober#skilltober 2024#de skills#voliart#GUY WHO IS GOOP AND SPOTLIGHTS!! he can form the lights into hands but usually theyre lights!! i think bottom left face is always sad :']#lmao i don't know why i was worried about posting on schedule with everyone. im VERY MUCH BEHIND hgkj but we stay silly!!#also BIG OOF GUY WITH ONE (1) SKILL POINT. NOT FILLED IN. THAT'S GENUINELY JUST ONE.#harry is a BAD LIAR. its really funny to me like all INTs are supposed to have 2 at LEAST??#but the Remote Viewer's Division thought LMAO sorry for nerfing you for fic reasons bud :']#to note: unfilled skill points also count as one! so if you see six skill points and three are filled that means 9 points total! :]#empty skill points are just the skill cap. technically even this is wrong since thoughts just remove from the number and not the diamonds?#but NEVERTHELESS i dont want to work on this anymore so let's carry on shall we?#i love his swept up chapter. empathy (highest level skill! 9 points!) and drama put on a little play together :3#and no one is jealoussss of anyone!!! certainly not!!! :)!!!#the thing about it is that i also have concept completely done too; EXCEPT for her quote caption!! so i'll just have to post xer later :']#alas <33 sleep time for voli!!
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who wants to hear my absolutely stunning ideas for atla soap opera aus
#I said katara was bi in these discord messages but if you let me think about it for longer than 5 seconds I'll make a lesbian out of her#anyway I think this is the funniest concept in the world actually going forward I'm a divorced z*tara truther#if I have any secret z*tara fans following me (IDK HOW??? BUT JUST IN CASE) btw I'm sorry about this#I don't like them. I think you're used to that response though#atla#zukka#I guess. they are not the focus but we did talk about them#ok well if I'm tagging that#kazula#let's talk about kazula actually that is SUCH an interesting concept to me why is it not a more popular ship for azula at least#(<- girl who will ship any two women in the same age bracket ESPECIALLY if it's toxic)#ANYWAY THINK ABOUT HOW FUNNY THIS WOULD BE THOUGHHHH#DIVORCED Z*TARA I AM LOSING MY SHITTTT#if it's not clear here we all think zuko is gay as hell that boy does not like women
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The L Word | S2E01
#the l word#shane mccutcheon#kate moennig#in a horrible mood but i still had the episode open from last night and laughed so hard at this awful outfit i almost briefly forgot#i actually love it in concept i just dont know what they were thinking with the random sidepieces for her hair which i think throw the whol#thing into this weird sort of disarray#but i love the short blazer sleeves ovr the shirt a lot also how weirdly unironed the shirt kind of appears#also the low jeans with the belt..? not crazy about the decor on the blazer tho#but i love the glasses forevr#but again i feel like her hair is so weirdly fried in this or maybe cked with hairspray#anyway im fine sorta#actually really funny to post this also after the last one bc she looked so good in that and so BAD here#soryr this outfit deserved its own complete commentary in tags but lookbook coming eventually#also im pretty sure her hair is like tied back in some sor tof way which also looks horrific#who did this literally whos idea was this#also sorry it was roiginally 4 but looking at them together i think it only needs 2
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I was thinking about kotlc recently and how the Black Swan originally wanted to wait to bring Sophie into the Lost Cities until way later, probably when she turned 18, and how different of a person Sophie would have been if that were the case.
Like at the start of the series, she's this child prodigy who has to go to community college in the fall at the age of 12 because her parents won't let her go to Yale (a totally valid parental choice btw), and the thing is I think she would have THRIVED in that environment. Like at first she would be scared and hesitant because in all other school environments she has been bullied for being as smart as she is, but now she's going into a school that people choose to go to in order to learn. Community college doesn't just have mean, jealous teenagers who attend, there are people of all ages and all walks of life who are ready to learn. Sure, Sophie would still be the youngest one there, and I doubt it would be super easy with the whole mind reading thing, but she would be in a much more supportive environment when it comes to learning than anything else she's experienced.
She'd be able to make friends with her peers, being able to bond over a shared love of whatever they're studying, and these friends don't think she's too smart or too weird. She maybe finds some way to muffle the voices in her head better than her earplugs did. Yeah, she still gets headaches, but she can manage it. I can see her taking as many classes as she can, figuring out her passions and what she might want to do as a career. She'd be in a fantastic place academically to transfer to any school she wants when she turns 18. I can even see her parents letting her graduate when she's 17 and allowing her to transfer to a four year college to get a bachelor's in whatever she wants to study, whatever she finds her passion for, because she worked hard for this, and doesn't hate school now, and has found a path for herself in life that feels right.
And then the Black Swan shows up and whisks her away from all of that, and she's heartbroken because she doesn't need to be taken away from everything she's worked so hard for. Yeah it feels nice to finally have the whole mind reading question answered, but she doesn't need a new place to belong, she has one. I imagine this Sophie being a lot more confident in herself, but a lot angrier too. She's fascinated by her new world, but desperately wants to go back home, to just live out the life she's been working towards. I can see her working side by side with the Black Swan from the jump, because she's in a world with injustice and she can't just sit back and let this slide, but constantly fighting back this resentment for them and how they took everything from her. I think of how canon Sophie had a brief moment of hesitation when it came to training her Telepathy, and I think this older Sophie would be conflicted between wanting to know more about this abnormality that she's been dealing with her whole life, and wanting to cling to her human identity and her old life as much as she possibly can. Because she's been ripped away from it, and no matter what her genetics say, this Sophie still views herself as human.
#please do not get it twisted I love love love canon sophie#i have just been thinking about this a lot and wanted to share#i have never written a fanfic before but this concept has me wanting to bc i love reimaginings of big stories where just one thing changes#and that causes a whole ripple effect that changes so many of the characters and dynamics#like without sophie silveny wouldn't be found and the ruewen's would still be having intense grief and maybe Alvar would still be working#with the neverseen and Marella probably wouldn't have manifested et cetera et cetera#i like to think that it's Stina who goes undercover to track down sophie instead of fitz bc her dad is in the black swan and she is about#sophie's age#i just think it would be funny to swap those two out#anyways sorry i didn't mean for that to be that long i just started word vommiting onto my screen#kotlc#kotlc fandom#kotlc thoughts#keeper of the lost cities#sophie foster#i am absolutely projecting my appreciation for the community college i go to onto sophie here
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Would you have any thoughts about the Gaang in a modern au (either with or without bending), especially jobs? I legit love how thereâs never been a consensus of how theyâd live, especially job wise, in the fandom â except for Katara, she is absolutely a doctor, surgeon, ER badass. Personally, I love the thought of Zuko as a child protective agent, and Sokka as a high school teacher, not just for the dramatic Zukka potential lol haha either way, Iâd love to hear your thoughts!
aaa ok i love and adore to see how their roles get translated in modern auâs in such clever ways, i loveee your ideas for zukka workplace drama thatâs so đ„ș ok iâll list some of my faves but feel free to add
-doctor katara SO TRUE and activist katara also so true either way sheâs helping people and giving all sheâs got
-aang also activist monk-turned *insert job that has to do with flying?? or meteorology??* AND i love the silly little headcanon he and zuko are lion dance partners dkfjdj
-toph wwe champion. without question
- jet could also work with kids tbh as either a child protective agent too or teaching martial arts classes for kids as some sort of social program he zuko and toph have an underground fight club every tuesday he and iroh have a wholesome breaking bad situationship going on with banger edibles
- zuko the guy with 294737 job options tbh either as jasmine dragon clerk, firefighter, historian / khon expert and standing authority on the ramakien, parkour guy, sword guy, guy who goes to business school just to learn how to efficiently dismantle dadâs financial empire, and i am extremely partial on muai thay champion-instructor zuko who has like a post-injury gym program just for the zukka of it all of him helping sokka with his leg during rehab đ
- sokka also guy that can do anything tbh wether working as inventor or in tech/mechanic fixing things, working at a science museum (hi robin), marine biologist (hi kath) working as an astronomer or at the planetarium bc heâs always been fascinated by the night sky and the moon, artist, poet, mythbuster, sword guy as well, all of these at once. most importantly he has an insanely popular food blog on the side
- suki kendo captain of an all-girl club
- florist mai. (specifically ikebana artist) which is comic canon and in context made little sense but i love it itâs beautiful bc it brings me to
- tattoo artist ty-lee đ
- and azula uhhh nepobaby electrician
#i am kIDDING about azula but also not#*there is not job consensus in the fandom* babe i donât have job consensus within MYSELF#anyway love to put those guys into situations#love to read about how ppl interpret the canon into the modern concept of Jobs#oh a thing i donât think iâve ever seen tho is zuko still being a royal while in a modern au??#like heâs just some guy but at one point iroh drops the bomb of âyeah u know centuries ago our family was part of the royal line đ€Ș#i think i would have been the firelord haha âïžâ#and the whole gaang now just has to live with this information#i think it would be funny ekhfhd#ANYWAY#awesome question sorry for going off and still making no sense with my answer ily#ash replies
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"It's normal for siblings to fight" Okay well it's not normal to be extremely classist and look down on your sister for being non-conforming. Or to go to the woman who ordered the death of your pet to tell her about your father's plans, when he specifically warned you against doing so, because you want to marry the boy you saw attack your sister and her friend (contributing partially to said father's death and your sister being unable to escape on the ship he chartered). Or to think of your sibling as unsatisfactory in comparison to another when you believe her to be dead. I notice that none of the "Sansa and Arya are going to reunite and instantly have no issues" crowd ever acknowledge any of this, which makes it seem like they don't actually believe what they say about their relationship being normal and easily reconciled. People wanting them to have no issues simply because they're siblings is another example of how fandom likes to flatten complex characters and relationships. They get reduced to being bickering siblings when their conflict runs deeper than that. If the author is telling you that they have "deep issues" to work out [X], I don't understand being so adamant about ignoring said issues. I also get the sense it's about ignoring the capacity for a certain character to be flawed, but that isn't going to change the fact that her "slip of the tongue" is very likely to be revealed and a source of further conflict đ€·đŸââïž
#arya stark#sansa stark#house stark#asoiaf#also if it's so normal for siblings to fight then why are you guys losing your minds over us theorizing they won't get along??#the amount of condescending /that's just how siblings act/ takes I see đ#sorry I guess? that we read the book and don't just delete parts of the story because we find it convenient?#it's not even like takes about them being enemies is widespread the most I see is that they aren't instantly bffs when they reunite đ#some people theorize they'll never be close but guess what? that's a completely fair and valid assumption based on their relationship!#personally I think they'll have a sweet reunion before the issues they have inevitably surface again because while they've been through#a lot they haven't fundamentally changed as people or the values they hold#and I think that's going to be very interesting to read about!#I can't figure out why people always take the most boring bland route for how things will play out#mostly because people seem to be unable to swallow the concept that Sansa is a flawed character who isn't perfectly sweet all the time#and the fact that their conflict is instigated by Sansa's classism#which is funny cause in the grand scheme of things her being mean to Arya is such a mild thing that opens the door to a ton of growth#never seen anybody but stansas equating her being a bully to her sister to her being evil/a villain#all we do is point out that it exists in the story...people in this fandom have no concept of nuance I stg đ#anyways they're both complex characters and their conflict is interesting and I hope we get to see how it plays out#cause it's definitely going to be better then that trash d&d came up with đđŸ
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All I can think of when I read that piece is if this is the only timeline where Barb lives⊠imagine a sudden wave of MCâs from various timelines trying to find one where their lover is still alive.
Dia comes crashing through the bedroom door to find Barbie swamped by dozens of MCâs from who knows where.
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LOL OKAY
That'd be like if I was writing a comedy version, I think. 'Cause like then Barb would have to figure out what to do with all those MCs.
Or he might just keep them all like, sorry my lord, but sending them back would cause a rift in space time...
And Diavolo would be like uh huh. You know I can tell when someone's lying right?
I'm just gonna say that all the other timeline MCs were unable to time travel for various reasons... even though that's very sad, I honestly did not think about that part of it lolol.
#sorry to all the other MCs#I was just trying to make things dramatic#and time travel makes so little sense already#I honestly try not to think about it too deeply#but this concept is really funny#obey me barbatos#đ anon#misc answers
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