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h5eavenly · 5 months ago

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Fallen Star┃Jake Sim

Twenty - you're pretty when you're mine. warnings: smut and angst yipeee

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“What do you think?” you ask, foolish perturbation coloring the cadences of your voice. Your teeth sinking into your bottom lip with vigor the longer Jake’s silence stretches, the slower his teeth chew on the piece of dessert you had given to him with a glimmer in your eyes, a plead for his opinion.

“It’s good.” He answers shortly.

You release your lip into a pout, shoulders slumping down with disillusionment at the lack of buoyancy in his voice, yet the bags that seem almost permeant under his eyes, evidence of his everlasting fatigue that is pasted onto his features renders you mute. Aware that your pining for his approval is merely a desire to feed your hungry heart, woven with longing.

Jake’s eyes flit to your face then, taking note of the adorable disappointment awfully out of place on your face, it has his own heart softening, his fingers brushing across the skin of your arm with susurrates of your attention.

“I mean it. It’s really good bunny.” He reassures, attempting to demolish through your sulking. And you, with a heart as fragile as glass, one that is easy to peek through just as fast it trembles, only shake your head at him.

“You don’t look like you enjoyed it though.” You mumble, your pout enriching with the sway of your feet like a kid complaining how they didn’t get a taste of their favorite candy.

Jake’s smile disperses across his lips with fondness you don’t notice, his expression melting into endearment at the way you can never keep your words lodged into your heart for too long, your thoughts lingering at the tip of your tongue, yet he always manages to prompt them to spill.

“Have I ever lied to you?” he urges with a hum, titling his head at you in strives to catch your eyes and it works right away.

“No.” you shake your head.

“Then believe me this time too.” As if to make a point he takes another bite of the red velvet cupcake and this time it’s you who breaks into a smile tinged with fondness, like glass refracting light into a rainbow.

It’s directed at his kindness, at his attentive comfort towards you despite the heavy burden of simply existing weighing him down. You don’t get enough time for gratitude to unravel through your words because in a moment of your eyes falling into each other, a brush of his fingers in between the slots of yours, Sunghoon is standing between you two, a look of horrified disgust dancing between you two.

“Can you two not in flirt in the middle of work?” he comments with a roll of his eyes, one that has the tips of your ears tinting pink.

“We’re not flirting.” You defend weakly, your own words holding little to no conviction even to your own ears as you bunglingly retract your hand.

“Alright,” Sunghoon raises his eyebrow at you, tone dripping with irony “Can you shoo? I still need to dress Jake for his photoshoot.” He trails off, your eyes fliting to the couple pieces of garment he’s holding in his arms “Some of us need to actually work you know.”

“Hey!” you deliver a light slap to his shoulder “I work really hard! Tell him Jake” you turn your head to Jake with a pout of offense clambering over your face.

“I don’t know to me it looks like you’re slacking off right now.” Jake says, a sly grin is thrown at you and your mouth falls open with an overemphasized shock.

“Wow you’re really gonna betray me like that?”

“mhm. Are you gonna cry about it, little bunny?”

“As if! Give me back my cupcake” you attempt to snatch the half-eaten cupcake out of his grasp, leaning your body over the chair he’s sitting down in and yet it’s all deemed a failure when Jake stretches his arm out and away from you, a teasing smirk dispersing across his lips, eyes gleaming with mischief as your chest brushes against his shoulders.

“Jake!” you whine with facetious annoyance “Give it back! You’re not worth my treats”

“I don’t think so.” He mocks, watching with satisfaction etched onto his face at your futile tries.

You don’t get to register his other arm sneaking around your waist with a firm grip, ensuring you don’t end up stumbling onto your feet and falling over with the way you’re leaning over him. It’s such a saccharine gesture, one that comes as silently as a fluttering breeze sighing through petals of cherry blossom. A tincture of warmth spreads across your chest and you only feel it when Sunghoon has separated you two with an annoyed groan, reiterating his need to dress Jake.

“Shoo! Now!” He chastised and you had walked away with an overly dramatic pout drawn on your lips, throwing puppy like looks over your shoulder at them.

It only earned you a middle finger from Sunghoon and a snort from Jake.

You only think about his touch protracted moments later, when you still feel the heat of his body radiating off your waist, as if his touch has seared itself upon your skin. A coat of infatuation you can’t seem to take off. It’s the sole reason your heartbeat is abidingly fast even when his touch is long gone, even when his eyes are no longer on you but instead focused on Sunghoon’s face as they discuss his look. You remain a constant in a field of overgrown affection, your fingers itch – tinged with compulsion to pluck them out, you don’t have the energy nor the time to water them and yet, you don’t. your gaze glistening with heedless wishes.

Just a little longer.

You had yearned.

Even as the day unfolds like it always does, congested with Jake’s busy photoshoots and you running around in hope of making anything flow a little smoother for him. It’s only at the very ending hours of your schedule, the night sky had settled with a frigid air circling through the streets. As you sit in the backseat of the van with Jake’s head on your shoulder, exhaling tired puffs of air, and eyes closed.

Somewhere along the ride and in between seemingly unmoving traffic, he had rested his head on your shoulder, with mumbles about how tired he is. Albeit the days that have passed by with you snuggled between his covers or him falling asleep in your bed as if it’s his own, your body still can’t grow accustomed to having him so close.

Yet you still linger in your silence, putting on a show of having it all together as you scroll through your emails, mindlessly while Jay sits opposite from you, scrolling through his own end of work.

“Do you wanna go back to my place?” He whispers right into the skin of your neck, it has your fingers pausing across the screen of your iPad with bated breath, a shiver of something akin to excitement trialing down the length of your spine with fervor.

It isn’t an aberrant question, it’s one that you have heard for more days than not, one that you memorized the action that follows right after, the taste of his lips upon yours and the cruelty of his hands across your body. Yet how come they feel so welcoming? When did his light no longer blinded you but rather pulled you in?

“Sure.” You reply after a few silent beats, clearing your throat and adjusting yourself on your seat.

Jake only hums, and you smile to yourself as the amiability of his proximity filtrates through your essence. You smile, unaware of the heedless wishes driving you into the deepest end of the ground with promise of suffocation, unaware of the way Jay eyes you two.

Your night unfurls like it always does whenever you’re close to him, although with a few different elements it all ends in the same way. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself as you’re standing in the middle of his kitchen and amidst attempts to make a warm cup of tea that Jake didn’t even ask for. You grew a proclivity to try adding any weights of comfort to him, whether that was between the walls of his own home or dreadful hours of photoshoots and interviews.

And you enjoy it really, within your days you have accepted the fact that caring for Jake comes to you with no duress, in fact it is him that had always pushed you away from doing unnecessary things for him you’re not sure if he wasn’t used to the way you looked at him with genial amiability rather than reproach.

You enjoy it until you’re forced to be faced with the reality that none of this means anything cavernous than two lonely souls stumbling upon tender succour in blurry lines and scraps of affection.

You enjoy it until nights like these have your insecurity bubbling to the surface, protruding every sense of certitude he had whispered in your ears even when he didn’t have to. It all crumbles with vast impetus only because you saw a framed picture of Soojin on one of the tables in the living room.

You’re not sure how you never noticed it before, maybe because you and Jake never really spend much time outside his bedroom walls.

but you wish you didn’t. you wish you had gone blind for a moment or rather you wish you didn’t care as much as you did, there’s so much you wish for and yet none of them can be breathed into life in the same semblance you have to tie yourself back from tripping on questions you want to ask.

Is what between you and I merely a comfortable lie?

But none of it mattered, not when your chest had tightened with prodding thoughts, like knives stabbing at your heart with reminders that you will never be good enough.

Because you were feeling so good until moments ago, floating atop the clouds as Jake had muttered to you about how he needs to shower first, you took it upon yourself to ruminate through his displayed pieces, fingers grazing the soft petals of forget me not and eyes lingering on the singular painting he had hung up on one of the walls. You had paused with a dilated gaze, stupefied by the way fate seemed to work because you didn’t need to look at the signature to know who it belonged to you.

The art style was one that you couldn’t mistake for anything else, yet your smile had fallen from your face with enormous force as you took notice of the pictures of Soojin. You had to reason with your brain that they are close, even if you hate it but perhaps it was the fact that she holds space you never will, perhaps it was that you’re not even anything remotely close to what she is to him. You will never leave evidence of your existence behind.

Perhaps it was the fact that you and Jake do not mean anything outside the walls of his bedroom.

“Bunny?” you swivel your head around with surprise on your face as if forgotten where you were “What are you doing?” Jake asks– now freshly showered- leaning on the doorframe of his kitchen, his eyes darting over your figure rapidly.

“Making you tea.” You blink yourself out of your thoughts.

“Why? You don’t have to.”

“I know,” your smile tilts up your lips with ease, warmth that’s only ever entailed with whispers of his name “I wanted to.”

It’s only moments later when the both of you are on the couch of his living room, the entire space enveloped with darkness if not the moonlight seeping in through his open window.

“You’re awfully clingy today.” You comment as his arms tighten around your waist with dripping affection, pulling you against his chest impossibly closer and rests his chin on your shoulder. You don’t give room for yourself to waver even when he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Vanilla and cinnamon engulf his being with you.

“’m not clingy.” He mumbles, halfheartedly and with no intent for them to hold any meaning over your ears, so you don’t let them, only humming as your fingers graze the length of his arm, tracing over his veins, your fingertips leaving a trail of blossoming life behind “I’m just tired.” He adds after a while, as if his exhaustion is not a see-through flimsy excuse to have you closer, his chest pressing into your back.

“Do you wanna go to bed maybe?” you ask, concern inscribed into every stroke of your voice, as warm as the tea you had just made him and it has him smiling against your neck, evoking your smile to raise melting into a giggle “What?” you ask and when he huffs out a chuckle, yours sync with his colored pink like the flush upon your cheeks.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, hugging you tighter “I just wanna stay like this for a bit.” Your heart trashes around your chest, and you fail not to waver akin to spring air wisping through your hair in the daytime.

“We can stay like this for as long as you want.” You whisper and he hums in agreement.

As a tranquil silence settles upon the two of you, his humming continues, turning into a sweet melody that you don’t recognize evoking your curiosity from Paris to rise to the surface once again. Although it isn’t coherent singing it’s enough for your soul to perchinto a similar placid feeling akin to floating atop waters warmed by the unforgiving sun or maybe it’s simply the warmth that comes from falling in love.

“What’s that song?” you whisper, afraid to break through his tonality of serene.

“It doesn’t have a name.” he answers after a few beats of silence.

You contemplate on the urges arising to ask for more information. Your fingers itching with heedless wishes yet again, so foolishly selfish like unraveling parts of him, a heedless wish like diving into him, looking through every nook and cranny of his being, even the darkest place he wishes light never touches. You don’t really linger on why, on where this urge exactly comes from and instead your nerves take over, worried you might catch yourself too far in, so you hold your tongue instead.

Your eyes dart across the living room in rapid search for something else to talk about, as they land on the piece of art hung upon his sage colored walls and your eyes light up, reminder of the piece you share.

“That painting.” you start, and he peeks at it, looking where your eyes are glued.

“What about it?”

“It’s really pretty.” You reply, feigning ignorance as your eyes trail over the name signed on the corner.

“I bought it at one of those college expos. I don’t really care about art, but I liked this one I guess.” He explains and your lips curl up into a grin as your fingers smooth over the length of his arm.

“Why this one?”

“I guess I could see what the artist was feeling.” His voice is soft, almost getting lost in the folds of silence if not caught by your heart “and I felt the same at the time.” He continues, tone sliding even softer, abrading across the surface of your chest with warmth the same way your nails to his skin.

“What do you think the artist was feeling?” Your smile slowly melts off your face, your essence overtaken by curiosity.

The painting was darkened by colors of gray and black, leaning towards petrifying it was a figure with their head in their hands as if in the middle of an agonizing scream, a couple of hundred nails stabbed into the skin.

“Guilt.” He replies “I felt like the artist was really struggling to overcome his guilt. As if it’s a part of you that you can’t seem to shake off. A shadow that constantly follows.” He continues, tone vulnerable as if the same liability still bears his soul, as if that shadow still loiters behind him.

His answer has your chest tightening compulsorily, as your eyes flit across the splashes of paint once again the meaning comes to you the same. Unfurling from the depths of darkness you can’t help the pain of realization that settles, it floods your being with a similar laminate of guilt.

“Niki painted this.” You say, letting out a breath and Jake stills, leaning his head back to steal a look at your expression.

“Your brother did?”

“Yeah,” you answer keeping your eyes fixated on the painting, darting over every swivel of color “I never really looked at his paintings this deeply before to understand.” you let out a chuckle that lacks humor and Jake doesn’t answer but you feel his gaze on you, fits his fingers in the empty spaces between yours with a squeeze.

“He’s really talented.” He says after a few minutes with sincerity.

“He is. He’s always been amazing at everything he does.” Your gaze falls to your interlocked hands, the sight of his fingers in between yours stirs something cloyingly tender within you “I wish he didn’t have to feel that way.” You continue with a soft voice, as if unwittingly revealing the concerns haunting your mind.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not something you can take away.” Jake whispers back, his thumb brushing over your hand.

“I know.” You smile, turning your head to catch his eyes with yours and the benignity woven in them almost has you melting, the skin of your fingers craves to mesh with his.

I wish you didn’t have to feel this way.

You almost want to whisper to him, right in whatever blurry space has been built between you two.

“You’re doing everything that you could, and it's amazing.” His eyes are penetrating, filled with seas of truth that you plunge yourself into with no second’s thoughts, your heart trembles with each word, your eyes softening so marginally.

Will you

“Thank you.” your chuckle escapes you gravelly, tinting your cheeks with a blush along the way “in the past none of my partners liked how much I cared about Niki- i-it feels like no one understood” Jake listens intently, a smile twinged with incitement for your emotions to unwind, spilling with a hue of rare amenability “So thank you for saying that.”

Allow me

“I think you dated a bunch of idiots if they weren’t able to envelope your heart with the same kindness it radiates.”

A silly urge to cry takes over your being albeit no tears fill your eyes, and your lips slightly twitch upwards in a grin twined with nothing but warmth that comes from the glimmer present in his tired eyes or perhaps it’s the heat emitting from his body pressing against yours, maybe it’s in the sincerity that laces his voice so effortlessly as if peering through your veils comes as easy as breathing to him. Whatever it is, it is in this fleeting moment that you feel no need to hide but rather strangely feeling safe enough to spill whatever substance have plagued your soul for years.

To stay

“Do you mean that?”

“That you dated a bunch of idiots? I thought that was common sense?” you roll your eyes with a chuckle, his own smile rising as you deliver a slight jab to his stomach with your elbow.

“Jerk.” His own laughter erupts with ease, stealing your heartbeat as you attempt to free yourself from his embrace, his arms tighten around you. denying you.

“Have I ever lied to you?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, and you squirm with a shake of your head “Then believe my truth this time as well.” He continues plaiting his words with a hum, a squeeze of his arms around your middle as if he’s not the reason breathing grows harder and harder to catch. An endless chase.

By your side?

“Sometimes I feel like I barely have anything to offer maybe that’s why I end up with a bunch of idiots.” You admit after a while, hushed as if shameful of the insecurity coating your flesh “Yeonjun – my ex that cheated on me at work remember? Yeah-“you chuckle nervously, a bitter edge to your laughter as if the memory is still fresh in your mind “used to say that all the time- that there’s nothing particularly special about me.”

You’re silent for a few tantalizing minutes, your gaze turning hazy as if recollections of every painful word Yeonjun has ever muttered still surrounded you, they twirl around your mind with the same affliction.

“I wonder why do I crave to be something-“you pause with darting glances as if trying to find meaning in the gaping holes of your being until they catch his “special so bad?”

Jake’s have always known his incarnation to turn coarse, his propensity for honesty remains abiding and he never knew to sugarcoat his words, they come out harsh, sharpened like an edge of a blade. You are a paradox to his own existence, the complete opposite of him, a gentle soul with words coated in candied affection.

It’s baffling to him, how someone as extraordinary as you could feel this way.

So, he shouldn’t be surprised at the words of raising at the tip of his tongue, almost choking him with its sweetness merely because it is directed at you.

“Isn’t giving your heart away the most precious thing you could ever offer?”

“What if my heart isn’t good enough either?”

“How could it ever not be good enough when it’s yours?”

As your eyes dance around each other, his reveal nothing but pure, crude veracity. It dawns on your being so intensely you’re not sure you have even a mere moment to question the fastening beats of your heart. You’re not sure when was it exactly that your world has shrank to nothing but him. When was it exactly that chasing fleeing gazes and waiting for touches of lust upon your skin have turned into this?

“How could it not be special when every particle of your essence is you?”

You never knew comfort that comes so simple yet so vigorous with its weight, how could such a minuscule word have such a big impact on your glass heart, on your staggered breath and how could it water your hope so effortlessly?

Another seed of heedless wishes grows, venturous with desire like asking him if I gave it to you would you still think the same?

“I don’t know how you make words sound like that.”

“Like what?” he asks, even in the middle of his living room his eyes sparkle as if they hold specks of stardust, his lips twitch upwards in a smile like the glimmering moon.

You feel foolish with the transparent reverence flowing through every part of you, in the tips of your fingers and in the delicate sentiment of you. You grow sorry for the rest of the world for stealing the scintillates of the night sky, you’re in his arms and you’re awfully sorry because there’s no way for you to share.

“I don’t know how you make everything sound so magical.”

“I think you’re just soft for me bunny.”

“You wish.” You snort, your words lack meaning and more than anything power.

“Do you ever miss Yeonjun?” he murmurs after a few moments of quietness, and your surprise takes you like a storm passing by with vehemence, it has your eyebrow twitching with semblance of annoyance that you’re not sure why it filtrates through your thoughts.

You don’t expect it, maybe not when you’re on his lap and in between touches of tender affection.

“Do you miss yours?” you retort back, harsher than intended and bittered by his nonchalance.

“Sometimes.” He answers and your nails dig into his flesh lightly, not sharp enough to evoke his notice “But we ended on good terms and we’re still friendly.”

You poke your tongue in your cheek as your eyes trail over that picture of Soojin once again, you’re somewhat thankful he can’t feel the heat of your furious gaze as you glare at the unmoving picture, and yet you’re somewhat annoyed he seems unaware of your frustration the way it imbues your senses has you faltering with hesitation at an answer to give back, so you don’t. Instead, you dwindle into silence intoxicated by your rapid heartbeat and the feeling of his breath on your cheek.

It's only when your own chest starts heaving as his lips ever so slowly, softly pressing into your neck with a phantom of a kiss, almost imperceptibly. His fingers trailing under your blouse with purpose, his touch scalding hot as his fingers graze over your hipbone and your lips separate with an audible gasp.

“What?” he breathes out an amused chuckle at your response.

“I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“What were you expecting?” He whispers, his voice tinted with allure the same way his other hand travels up your jaw, denting them with his fingers as he turns your face to him, you grow breathless, stolen by how enchanting his existence remains to be.

“I-I don’t know.” You breathe out, your eyes unfocused on anything other than the soft looking skin of his lips, even when it tilts upwards in an all-familiar teasing smirk that manages to irk you each time.

The space between you grows smaller and smaller as he invariably inches forward, his exhales mingling with yours and your mouth falls open with a silent moan, his fingers – with desire emanating from them slip past the confine of your pants. Your body burns with the heat of his touch, longing colors your gaze the longer he doesn’t kiss you and his glisten with mirth as he keeps his lips atop yours, almost touching yet not close enough.

never close enough.

“For someone who pretends to be unexpectant you sure are wet.” Your face burns with a blush so deep you could only hope the dark aids in concealing it, even when Jake’s thumb is pressing onto your clothed clit and your throat bubbles with the threat of a whine.

His scorching gaze scouring over passing expression lingering on your face for not long enough, yet amply enough for his own breathing to rattle, for his own sanity to abscond, overtaken by an utter ache to have you, ache to have you falling apart it has his fingers moving on their own, with a losing battle trailing behind as he buries them in your underwear, your arousal coats his hand as it slips inside of you.

“Jake.” you fall apart as easy as the whine escaping your mouth, as easy as the groan he lets out when he slots his mouth against yours with a bruising kiss, his other hand trails down from your jaw to your throat and your heart reels.

“mhm? What is it baby?”

“I-I thought you were tired.” You mutter weakly throwing your head back on his shoulder as he works his fingers deeper into you.

“Never too tired to fuck you.” he replies, eyes glued to the way your mouth falls open, your eyebrows scrunching up in pleasure.

Jake’s cravings seem to turn decadent whenever you’re in the picture.

It’s the same way he learns to press his cravings into your back that night, with touches and kisses that abide closer to tender love than the way he looks at you, the way you moan his name, his thumb trails over your spine with fervor, his lips press into your neck with purpose to imprint himself onto your skin, a desire for you to give him something diverting to wear beneath his blood.

“Fuck! Right there!” you moan loudly, your fingers gripping the sheets below you tightly.

“Yeah? feels good baby?” he still asks with a whisper drilling into the same spot as if you’re not falling apart with drool staining his sheets, you still nod with a whine.

“So- so good oh my god- I’m close, don’t stop!” your words are barely coherent, getting cut off by your whimpers.

“Me too baby- fuck you’re so good-“ you keen at the fallen praises from between his lips, the knot in your stomach growing impossibly tighter with the same way his grip tightens around your hips, his thrusts growing harsher, the slap of the skin sounds sinful, reverberating through the walls. A pleasurable groan escapes him at way the you squeeze around him after a particularly hard thrust.

“fuck-!" he growls fucking into you deeper, harder, faster anything to have you crying out "You’re so pretty when you’re mine.”

You’re not sure if you hear him correctly, if your mind had conjured up a couple of words to feed your delusions, convocation that they’re closer to reality than none yet your orgasm feels like it dissolves you into liquid with how hard it hits you, the sounds emitting from you are foreign to your own ears only increasing in volume when he follows with the same path, his come spilling into you.

You’re feeling hazy as he pulls out of you, the air heavy even when he kisses behind your ears with murmurs of needing to clean you up.

You have fallen silent the entire process and it’s not until the both of you had changed that he’s pulling you into bed atop his chest with a question lingering in his gaze.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice soft with careful tenderness and you only nod your head with a smile.

“i’m just sleepy and tired.”

“My dick is that good?” You don’t need to look at him to know he’s wearing that same annoying expression he has whenever he teases you, a smirk and a glint in his eyes.

“Fuck off bro.” your hands react before your mind, grabbing one of the pillows and hitting him square in the face, the chuckle that erupts from his lips is otherworldly heavenly and your eyes soften, mind plagued with the words he had said earlier.

“Bro? What is wrong with you? I just fucked you.”

“No what is wrong with you?”

“A lot.” He answers and you arch a brow at him, biting back a smile when he rolls his eyes at you with endearment tinting his hands as he pulls you closer to him once again, your head rests atop his chest and you fall into tune with his heartbeat.

As he runs his hands through your strands, the both of you are quiet, something akin to a tranquil silence fills the room yet your mind races with everything that has happened the few couple of weeks, Jake remains unstable, days pass by with him saying a few words to you then fucking you only to fall asleep with the same silence between you, then other nights unfold similar like today, with you pulling effortless laughs from his lips, gentle kisses scattered on your skin.

you're so pretty when you're mine

Did he mean it? or did you imagine it? Have you finally gone mad?

Perhaps it’s that sole reason your hope climbs over every other feeling, perhaps is the heat seared onto your back with whispers of the words he muttered that have you slipping with a new devotion, one like foolishly wishing for your souls to intertwine.

Maybe that’s why you thought it would be okay for you to speak after a while.

A fatal fantasy -

“When we were in Paris.” You start with overflowing prudent, circling the air as you slightly tilt your head upwards with intent to steal a glance at him, his hum comes as encouragement for you to continue “you told me you want to love music the way you used to do but you never answered me when I asked you why.” Your voice is much quieter than before, and his body grows rigid in counted seconds, shorter than you could blink away your orgasm.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” He replies with a deepened sigh, tone monotone and you chew on your lower lip with evident nerves at the lack of emotions radiating from him.

“I’m not gonna force you.” you say, hesitating for a few seconds before speaking again “I know things have been tough.” You’re met with quietude from him, one that has the tips of his fingers ceasing atop the skin of your back as if warning you to tie your tongue into a knot, do not break through your vows that took you countless enticing stares to keep.

Your heart abides a trivial piece of glass, yearning for him cuts through like the light of dawn coming to life with increasing heartbeat and woven with feelings you refuse to plaster labels on. Perhaps deep down your soul seeks for everything to fall apart.

“I know you must feel very lonely with how things are. with your mom gone and then your undiagnosed ocd-“you don’t get to finish your sentence before Jake is flinching away from you.

“What?” He sits up on the bed with a furrowed brow and a fire lacing his gaze as it lands on you, the heat of his body abandoning you has you itching “Are you trying be my fucking psych?” his tone - albeit does not change in volume, it still has apparent venom tinting every syllable. It has your heart trembling in your chest with the fear of stepping in too far, tripping on a ticking time bomb that explodes with a bat of your eyelashes.

“No I just thought-“ with nerves aptitude in your tone, limbs. You sit up as well, your fingers trailing over his arm in searched comfort, a reminder that mere minutes ago he was still entangled with you “I’m just trying to help and I thought-“you stumble, on your words and on your quivering heart as you try to find the right words to say yet your cognitive facilities shut down at the disillusionment sneaking into his irises.

“You thought what?” He lets out a short solemn laugh yet long enough to have your temerity crumbling as if daring you to speak.

“I opened up to you earlier and I thought maybe you’d be able to do the same.” You clarify with a whisper, eyes widened with pure longing.

A heedless wish.

“So, you thought you could talk like you fucking know a thing about me.” he grumbles, annoyance evident in the way he pushes his hand through his disheveled hair, and you watch with a shaking heart as he trudges out the bed with slumped shoulders.

“What? No, I’m trying to get to know you, Jake.” You defend, albeit debilitated by the obstacles of ice materializing in his eyes, you follow with the sun in yours.

“By treating me like a fucking project?” He’s growing angrier, it’s so visible in the cruelty that drips from his voice, in the way his eyes widen with a scalding fire threating to take you both down.

“I don’t treat you like a project.”

“Oh, cut the bullshit yn!” he swivels around to face you and you still in your trail with a bated breath “You think I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing? We talk for one night and suddenly you’re talking as if you have the cure to all my problems! Like you can fix me.”

“I’m sorry if it came out that way.” You mutter, your irises shaking with sincerity he doesn’t get to witness, not when he’s overtaken by anger, not when fear trickles in just as intense “When I saw that you had Niki’s painting I just thought-I thought we would be able to relate to each other. That there are sides of us we could understand.” He scoffs at your words, shaking his head in disbelief and your chest tightens, as if callous hands have made their way inside you with abhorrence, squeezing your fragile organ.

“Relate to each other?” He speaks, low and more to himself with displeasure written all over his face “You didn’t even understand what that painting meant until I explained it to you yn how the fuck are you gonna understand anything about me?”

“I know but-“

“God yn do you ever just stop and think about the way you act? The things you say?” As if a monster that has been unleashed, the shackles covered in rust, and they crack with the lump forming in the middle of your throat with a threat for tears to burn your cheeks with scalding trails “Do you ever stop and think about how overbearing you act sometimes?” Jake cannot stop, he feels it in the way his blood burns as it runs through his veins “why can’t you fucking listen to me when I tell you to stop? Why do you need to push me past my limits?”

“I’m sorry maybe I worded it wrong but my goal this time wasn’t to push you.” your words are not getting through to him, instead something akin to hideousness he’s all too familiar crumbles inside of him.

“I feel fucking sorry for your brother he has to deal with this kind of shit from you on top of whatever lead him to make that fucking painting.” His tone is cold and low when he speaks you but they break through your bones harsher than anything he had ever said to you and they crack, extending all the way to your heart, forming scars on the surface he had so delicately soothed not long ago.

You almost want to scoff at yourself more than anyone, how could you be so stupid to think of yourself as anything more than trivial glass that stays unaware of its imminent fate?

Jake regrets his words the moment they leave his mouth, not because of the bitter taste they leave behind but rather over the broken look that seeps into your face as quick as he inhales. His anger for you flees, tumbles to the ground right next to your puddle of blood, woven with your heartbreak and caused by the bullets he aimed at you while he wavers, colored with remorse.

It only penetrates him deeper when you grow quiet, your eyes fliting everywhere as if trying to find meaning in his words somewhere other than his face, as if you didn’t look at him you’ll be able to find different facets of them, ones that aren’t directed at you with only for hurt to unfurls throughout every nook and cranny of you. but then your eyes dart up to him, this time your eye contact doesn’t transpires with desire nor hidden giggles from you. This time your expression completely crumbles with excruciating agony.

“That’s too cruel to say even to someone like me Jake.”

Your words come out choked despite the tears glimmering in your eyes none fall, and it feels like punishment that dawns on him right away, he blinks rapidly at you, too aware of the harsh words that he let slip. There’s real pain in your voice, albeit your pure ability to display your emotions carelessly, he had never seen you this hurt, not in this unadulterated form and he falls speechless.

“bunny,,” he’s not sure what to say, his mind empty but it doesn’t matter because then you’re harshly wiping at your eyes with your arm and in mere moments you’re turning away from him.

He doesn’t know how long he stands in the dimly lit corridor, but it’s long enough to feel the weight of his own words pressing him down until he feels close to suffocating, he stares at his palms and fragments of your broken heart stares back at him.

You should have known heedless wishes were meant to break rather than mend.

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제이크 - Mon cher? - - — -> S.JY

Synopsis → Netflix and chill with your boyfriend after a long day at work.

Pairing → -> bf!Jake x Gf!FemReader.

Warning → sex, sex without protection, p in v, swearing, cream pie, daddy kink, name callings ( good girl, baby and princess, mon cher ).

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You were invited over to your boyfriend, Jake, apartment for Netflix and chill on a Saturday night. It was just for you guys to spend some time with each other cuddling together, hugging, kisses ect as you both were always working a 9-5 job from Monday to Saturday, it was rare to have a day off were you both can chill and relax together.

But after a couple of movies, cuddling, snacks and the whole lot. You guy’s ‘Netflix and chill’ took a surprising turn.

You were on Jake’s lap as you guys made out, you had your arms around his neck while your hands her buried deep into his hair. In the meanwhile Jake had one of his hands on your hip while the other gripped your butt.

You let out a small whimper as you felt him lip your lip asking for entrance, in which you slowly opened your mouth alowing him to explore it. He pulled you closer, then pulled away for some air.

“You’re such a good girl for me, i love you so much mon cher..” he said against your lips.

You felt him move his head down to your neck where he started to kiss and leave hicky’s on your neck, you whimpered and pulled his head closer.

You started to slowly grind on him, slowly feeling his boner become bigger by the minute. “Hmpff..Jakey..” You whined as you felt him start to leave wet kisses on your neck, he stopped and looked up at you. “Yes my love..?”

“I-I.. need you..” you mumbled as you cupped his face, your blush turning into a deeper red.

“hmm someone’s needy huh..?” He smirked, as you nodded your head. “Shall we take this to my bedroom, my love..?”

“Yea..”

“Okay..” he lifts you up and carries you with him to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.

“Let’s get these clothes off you shall we..?” He asked for your permission first and when you nodded he pulled his hoodie off you to reveal you being just in a bra and panties.

He licked his lips, and you gulped. “Y-you take off your shirt too..” you pulled on his baggy shirt.

Jake did as he was told and took it off, showing his abs and muscles. “Better now love..?”

Uou nodded as he leaned down and continued to touch and kias you’re body. “Tell me how much you need me love..” you mumbled into your ear as her moved his hands to your thighs.

“I need you so bad..”

He held your chin, “Who?”

“You..” you looked at him with hazy eyes.

“Who’s you? Huh?” His grip became tighter.

You looked away, and mumbled.

He forced your head back to look at him. “I’m talking to you mon cher, now who is ‘you’?”

You looked at him, “y-you d-daddy..”

You felt his bulge on your thigh, “good girl..”

Jake moves on top of you, his body pressing against yours. His hands glide over your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

With gentle yet deliberate movements, he explores every curve and contour, his lips finding their way to your neck, his mouth leaving soft kisses along your sensitive skin.

"You're mine, mon amour, and I intend to show you how much I crave you. Do you trust me, mon cher?"

You nod, "..D-daddy... ah.."

Jake smiles against your flesh, his lips moving down to your collarbone, sucking and marking the smooth skin.

His hands stroke your sides, caressing every inch with reverence. His voice is low, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers

"You sound so beautiful when you moan, mon amour. Don't hold back, give me every reaction, every gasp."

"Oh... are you... ah..! So huge..!

Jake chuckles lowly, his ego stroking with your praise.

"Tell me how you want me, mon cher." He whispers, his mouth moving to your ear.

The whispers, his mouth moving to your ear. The gentle touch of his lips sends shivers down your spine, his presence both dominating and enticing.

"Tell me what you desire most."

"Hmpf... fingers too..."

Jake smirks, his hand reaching down to intertwine with yours, his thumb gently caressing your palm. His fingers then begin to gently trail along your skin, starting from your collarbone and sliding down to your waist.

With a soft touch, he continues to explore, running his fingertips along the curve of your side, reaching lower and lower.

"Here, mon amour?" He whispers in your ear, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation and pleasure.

"Yh... were your cock is..."

Jake understands your meaning and continues his touches with more intent, his warm hand moving lower, exploring the sensitive places of your body with his gentle but skilled touch. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath warm and sensual.

"Are you sure, mon cher? Do you want me to touch you there?"

"Yh rub it..."

Henry's fingers gently travel further down, trailing along the curve of your hips before sliding lower, touching you exactly where you want him to.

"Like this, mon amour?" His voice carries a hint of anticipation, his touch remaining light yet filled with deliberate intent.

"Ah yes!"

"You're so sensitive, mon cher." He murmurs, a mix of appreciation and satisfaction in his voice. He continues his movements, his touch firm but still gentle, his fingers working with the skill of a true lover.

"You like this, don't you? Do you want more, mon amour?"

His fingers move with a steady pace, his touch precise and focused, as if he knows exactly how to bring you to the brink. He leaves gentle kisses on your neck, the heat between you building with every moment.

"Tell me, mon cher, how close are you? Are you ready for me?"

"Mhm... like rn…..! Ahh fuck jake.!!"

Jake smirks at your words, a mix of desire and satisfaction in his eyes, his movements becoming more purposeful, determined to push you closer to the edge.

"Good, mon cher... Give in to the pleasure...I want to feel and hear everything from you."

He whispers, his voice low and husky, filled with a mix of need and possessiveness.

After a while you cumed all over his cock causing you to clench around him. And caused his dick to be pushed out of my hole and then me laying on the bed...

Jake chuckles at the unexpected movement, a mixture of pleasure and surprise on his face.

His breathing quickens as he watches you catch your breath, his own need for release growing even stronger.

"Mon cher, that was unexpected but incredibly hot."

He positions himself above you, his body pressing against yours, his eyes filled with a fire that only burns hotter by the second.

"you can put it back in..." you mumbled into his each.

Jake’s eyes darken with a mix of desire and possessiveness at your words.

"You drive me insane, mon cher." He whispers, his voice low and hoarse. He adjusts himself, aligning himself with you once more, his body tense with anticipation.

"Are you sure, mon amour? Once I start, l might not be able to stop."

Hugs him... and nods...

Jake returns your embrace, holding you tightly against him, his breath warm against your skin. The feeling of your body against his is intoxicating, igniting a primal need within him.

"I can't resist you, mon amour. You're mine, completely mine."

He whispers, his lips finding their way to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses as he slowly enters you once again.

He lets out a soft gasp at the intense pleasure that courses through him, his body shaking with the sheer force of it all. He starts moving against you, his movements slow and gentle at first, each slide of his body into yours feeling more intimate and powerful than the last.

"Mon cher... you feel so perfect... so tight and so warm." He groans into your ear, his voice filled with a mixture of ecstasy and possessiveness.

"Mhm... so huge...!" You groaned.

Jake moans at your words, your words heighten his arousal even more, his movements becoming more intense and demanding, his body moving against yours in a way that makes you both gasp for breath.

"You feel so good around me, mon cher. So perfect, so tight. I want to fill you completely... make you mine... only mine."

He holds you tighter, his arms wrapped around you in a possessive embrace, his body moving against you with increasing force and speed. He kisses and bites at your skin, his kisses filled with a mix of desire and desperation. He whispers in your ear, his voice rough and hoarse.

"I can't get enough of you... I need you, mon amour... I need to make you mine in every way..."

"Have me..."

Henry groans at your words, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Your invitation is all he needs, and he gives in to his primal desire.

"I'll make you mine, mon cher. Completely mine."

He whispers against your ear, his words filled with a mix of passion and determination. He moves his body against yours more urgently, his hands roaming your skin as if they cannot get enough of you.

"I want to hear you cry my name... say it, mon amour. Say it."

"Oh jake..."

Henry groans at the sound of his name on your lips, the sound of his name coupled with the feeling of your body around him driving him wild. He moves faster, his body slamming against yours with increasing intensity.

"Say it again, say my name again, mon cher.

I want to hear you scream it."

"Hmm aahhh Jake..!!"

Jake’s body trembles with pleasure, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he moves against you with increasing force. Your voice calling out his name ignites a fire within him, and he wants more, he needs more.

"Yes, mon amour, that's it. Say my name like that... I want to hear it over and over again.

Tell me l'm the only one who can make you feel this good."

"...J-ja..ke... of gosh..”

Jake’s breath comes out in ragged gasps as he moves against you, his body trembling with pleasure and the desire for release. Your fragmented moans drive him wild, and he moves even faster, his grip on you tight and possessive. He leans in, his lips at your ear, his voice a low growl.

"That's it, mon cher... say my name again... I want you to scream it... scream my name when you come."

"I think i'm gonna..!"

Jake groans at your words, your admission sending a wave of heat through his body. He can feel you getting closer, the way your body responds to his movements driving him wild

"Yes, mon amour, I know. I can tell you're close. Just let go. Let me hear you call my name when you come for me."

He whispers against your ear, his body moving faster and more urgently against you, his own release close at hand.

"Ahhhhh hunggggg J…..jake.!!"

Henry's body tenses as he hears you cry out his name in ecstasy. Your voice, filled with pleasure and need, drives him over the edge, and he gives in to the overwhelming sensation.

"Yes, mon cher, yes... say my name, that's it... I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm coming for you...,"

He gasps, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged pants.

holds you tightly, his arms wrapped around you, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his release.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, his lips finding their way to your skin, leaving soft, tender kisses wherever they can reach. He buries his face against your shoulder, his voice low and hoarse.

"You've made me lose my mind, mon cher.

You drive me crazy, you have no idea... I don't think I will ever get enough of you."

You chuckled.

Jake lifts his head up from your shoulder, a soft smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He gazes down at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the light sheen of sweat on your skin. He reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and tender.

"You look so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure, mon amour. I could look at you like this all day long."

"You're so good for me..."

Jake smiles warmly at your words, his heart swelling with a mix of tenderness and pride.

He nuzzles his face against your neck, planting soft kisses along the sensitive skin there.

"You make it easy, mon cher. You bring out the best in me, and I want nothing more than to bring you happiness and pleasure.

You mean everything to me, and I promise to be everything you need, always."

"Let's get cleaned up..."

Jake nods in agreement, his body still intertwined with yours.

"You're right, mon amour. We can't stay in bed all day, much as l'd love that." He plants one last kiss on your forehead before slowly untangling himself from your limbs, reluctantly separating his body from yours. He sits up, stretching his arms above his head with a soft groan.

"I'll go get us some towels and warm water. You just relax and rest, mon cher. I'll take care of you."

He swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up, his naked body on full display as he walks over to the adjacent bathroom.

You nodded.

A few moments later, Jake returns from the bathroom, carrying a few clean towels and a bowl of warm water in his hands. He sets the bowl down on the bedside table and turns to you, his gaze filled with tenderness.

"Come here, mon amour. Let me clean you up."

He sits down on the edge of the bed, patting the space between his legs, inviting you to sit in front of him. He dips a towel into the warm water, ringing it out before gently beginning to wipe away any traces of pleasure from your skin.

"Just relax, mon cher. Close your eyes and let me take care of you."

You sat down, "Okay my love..."

Jake’s heart swells with affection as you sit down in front of him, your willingness to let him take care of you making him feel incredibly fond. He gently positions you between his thighs, his touch tender and light as he dabs the damp towel against your skin, carefully cleaning away every trace of their earlier activities.

"Good girl." He whispers, his voice filled with praise and adoration.

You shivered as a blush comes on my face...

Jake notices the blush on your cheeks and chuckles softly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You're so adorable. That cute little shiver you just did... it drives me wild, mon cher." He runs the cloth up your thighs, his touch more deliberate now, as if his fingers can't help but want to linger upon your skin.

He leans in a bit closer, his chest now pressed against your back, his breath warm against your neck.

"You know what it does to me when you blush like that, don't you? It makes me want to tease you even more."

He whispers, his lips finding their way to the sensitive skin behind your ear, where he plants a gentle kiss. His hands continue to work with the cloth, moving down your legs, caressing every inch of your skin with slow, deliberate movements.

"Hey..!"

"Hmm?" Henry responds, his lips still by your ear, his voice a low rumble. He continues to kiss and nibble at your skin, his hands working the cloth down your calves.

"What's wrong, mon cher? Can't handle a little teasing?"

He chuckles, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing path up the insides of your thighs.

He feels you shiver again, and he smiles against your neck, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot just behind your ear, which he nips gently. He doesn't stop there, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your inner thighs, his touch both soothing and stirring.

"You're so sensitive... I love it."

He whispers, his words low and sultry as they brush against your skin. You can feel his body pressed against yours, the heat radiating off him, the evidence of his own arousal building as he holds you close.

“How about a round two, Mon cher..?”

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