#op u draw him so sexy btw

[jayflrt]

burn for you

❝ if it were me courting you, all i would need is five minutes with you in a drawing room. ❞

PAIRING ▸ sim jaeyun x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut (minors dni), some fluff, regency (bridgerton) au, best friends to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, reader is a catch !! and jake is a rake (i thought i was so funny for that bye), bridgerton references, mutual pining, pure self-indulgence for my self-indulgent queen, sexual tension, corruption kink !!!! (your fav), oral (f. receiving), fingering, public sex, unprotected sex (bc i looked up what they used for birth control in the regency era and it was not sexy...... but pls wrap before u tap)

SUMMARY ▸ regency london’s competitive marriage market is no match for you, who brings suitors to their knees with a simple bat of your eyelashes. however, the issue is that you only care for your best friend, sim jaeyun, and your competition is a princess.

WORD COUNT ▸ 4015 words

PLAYLIST ▸ wildest dreams by duomo • vienna blood, op. 354 by johann strauss ii, eugene ormandy • young and beautiful - dh orchestral version by lana del rey

TAG LIST ▸ @msxflower​ @fiantomartell​ @baekhyunstruly​ @mykalon​ @heelariously​ @hobistigma​ @simplyxlea​ @wntrsgf​ @person-standing​ @ja4hyvn​ @dnyamight​ @candidupped​ @shmooooo​

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! this fic is a present for @heetendo​ happy birthday fia ♡ ik ur a whore for jake and the regency era so i put them together for u in this little oneshot !! btw this was difficult to write bc i couldn’t consult my historical au expert :/

IT PISSED YOU OFF—THE WAY JAEYUN WAS BEING FUSSED OVER BY YOUR OWN MOTHER.

“A princess!” she gushed, hands pressed to her chest as if she was trying to calm her heartbeat. “Why, you would become a prince, then! Whatever was the reason for the princess deciding to marry down?”

You were sick of hearing the news over and over again. The Duke of Richmond, Sim Jaeyun, was being pursued by a princess—something that was absolutely bizarre and had the town buzzing with gossip. You were sure your best friend enjoyed being the talk of the town, however, and he indulged in how heads turned with both admiration and jealousy whenever he walked past.

You, on the other hand, were finding it hard to push down the jealousy you felt. All was fair in love and war, and especially during the season of courtship, but you found yourself outmatched once the princess made her appearance. Although, that didn’t mean that you were lacking this season; in fact, you had suitors lined up down the block.

Your mother was overjoyed by the amount of attention you had gotten, and she would spend her mornings answering calls and receiving flowers and gifts from the men who were trying to court you. You should’ve been happy; your future was secured with this. Even with the affections from the Duke of Bedford, Lee Heeseung, and the compliments from the Earl of Berkshire, Park Sunghoon, you still found yourself unsatisfied.

You didn’t want to get married if it wasn’t with Jaeyun.

Despite the both of you being from different social strata, you and Jaeyun had been best friends for most of your life. For you, your fondness for him had morphed into something deeper—something you read about once in a book.

They called it love. A drive so powerful and uncontrollable that you couldn’t even take hold of its reins. It wasn’t a choice you could make, because if it was, you never would’ve chosen someone you couldn’t have.

“I’m not sure,” Jaeyun answered your mother with a lighthearted laugh, adjusting the lapels of his coat as he checked himself out in your full-length mirror. “She’s quite lovely, though, isn’t she?” His eyes met yours for a brief moment before clarifying, “The princess, of course.”

You scoffed. “Mother, it’s obvious that the princess is only lusting after him because he’s a rake,” you said haughtily, turning your eyes away from your friend. “Also, isn’t it unbecoming for Jaeyun to be in my drawing room when a suitor could walk in at any moment?”

“I’m not a rake!” Jaeyun argued, though you caught the amused tug of his lips just in time.

“Y/N,” your mother chided, coming to your friend’s defense far too quickly, “you shouldn’t be calling Duke Sim such disparaging words.” She turned on her heel to walk out of the drawing room, sending you one last sharp look over her shoulder. “Please be courteous at the very least when he’s to become a prince.”

You let out a reserved sigh, resting your head on the arm of your loveseat. You felt so high-strung lately, and while part of it had to do with the stress of looking exquisite at the ball, another part was because you were dreading to see Jaeyun with the princess tonight. No matter whose arm you were holding onto, you longed for your best friend.

“Y/N,” Jaeyun called, that authoritative voice of his taking over. He tugged his cuffs over his wrists and took a seat right next to you. “What’s bothering you?”

You supposed you could get over Jaeyun eventually, but moments like these made it hard. He was so receptive of your emotions—so doting on your actions—that it made it hard for you to distance yourself from him. However, for the sake of your friendship, you would eventually have to let go so that you wouldn’t ruin his future with the princess.

“Nothing,” you lied smoothly. “I just need to look exquisite for the ball.” You stood up without sparing him a glance, walking over to your full-length mirror so that you could tighten the strings on the back of your emerald dress. “And you are a rake, by the way. No man in their right mind would sit around in a lady’s dressing room like this, especially when they have a princess trying to win their affections.”

“Consider me mad, then,” Jaeyun replied with a chuckle, walking over to you. You stilled when his hands brushed against yours, taking the strings from your fingers so he could tighten the strings for you. Your best friend sucked in a shallow breath. “And about the ball—you look beautiful.”

“You always say so,” you replied, “but I’d much prefer to hear that from someone actually courting me.” You fought down the urge to roll your eyes. “You don’t even dance with me at the balls.”

“You know I’ve always found you absolutely irresistible,” he muttered.

“Jaeyun—”

“Your suitors have been vying for your affections for months.” Vain as ever, the duke let out a scoff. “If it were me courting you, all I would need is five minutes with you in a drawing room.”

Your cheeks felt hot when you realized the implication of his words. The sexual undertones left you hyperaware of Jaeyun’s hands at your waist, pulling at your strings the same way he was tugging at your heart. You wondered if he could feel the tension that was making your head feel foggy, but Jaeyun just wore that sickeningly cocky smile on his face.

“Then what’s stopping you, Your Grace?” you whispered.

Your Grace. You had always called him by his name—Jaeyun. Never the formality.

The drawing room was completely silent, and you couldn’t even focus on whether you were breathing or not. Now, you were sure that he had felt the same tension you were feeling. Jaeyun’s hands were still for a moment before tying the back of your dress securely.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look into the mirror, to look at what expression was clouding over his face. Instead, your shyness was making you twiddle your fingers and find an interest in the color of the marble flooring.

A lightest gasp escaped your lips when you felt Jaeyun’s large hand slide across your waist, to your stomach, and then lower. Before you could find out what he’d do next, though, your mother knocked at the door and Jaeyun pulled away too quickly. Faster than it had happened.

“Y/N! Are you ready yet?” your mother called.

Trying to swallow down your strangled voice in exchange for a bolder one, you cried, “Yes, mother! I-I’ll be there in a second!”

You weren’t sure what you expected, but your best friend cleared his throat as you turned to face him. Without meeting your eyes, as if he was ashamed, Jaeyun bowed courteously. You were distraught by his sudden etiquette, feeling as if he was forcing some distance between you.

“I apologize,” he murmured, and when straightened, he headed for the door. “I’ll see you at the ball, Y/N.”

You just stared at the space where he once stood, hardly flinching when the door shut behind you. The ball. That sick feeling of jealousy twisted in your gut again; you had no idea how you would be able to withstand seeing Jaeyun and the princess tonight.

The queen’s ball was on a much grander scale compared to the other events you had been to. As you expected, the ballroom was the pinnacle of extravagance, extending its facilities into the royal gardens. You were caught up eyeing the pieces of artwork on the walls when your mother nudged your side, gesturing to the center of the room.

There you saw Jaeyun with the princess.

It was funny how seeing them together chipped at your heart, but you still felt butterflies whenever you saw that smile on your best friend’s face.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” your mother gushed. “You keep your chin up, though, my dear. Your beauty is unmatched tonight.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. You did look rather divine tonight, especially with your family’s diamonds glittering on your neck for everyone to see. From where you were standing on the staircase, you could see several of your suitors with a competitive fire in their eyes, determined to be the first to dance with you.

However, all that attention dissipated when a chorus of gasps rose from the crowd. Your gaze flitted back to Jaeyun, who had rejected a dance from Your Highness herself. Although the princess took it gracefully, moving onto the next suitor who had eyes for her, Jaeyun’s unexpected refusal would be the talk of the town for months.

With a courteous bow, Jaeyun excused himself from the floor, retreating to the royal gardens. You wondered what had come upon him to act out in such a defamatory way.

You weren’t sure if there were people talking to you with your focus zeroed in on Jaeyun, but you glanced at your mother and said, “I’ll be right back, mother. I’m going to check on something.”

That something was your best friend, but you couldn’t tell anyone that you were sneaking into the gardens to see the duke. If anyone caught word of you both meeting privately, they would twist the affair into something scandalous and damage your family name.

The crowd had gone back to courting and dancing while you were sneaking away from your suitors and everyone else. You knew that things would turn sour if you were caught, but that didn’t stop you from looking for Jaeyun. The cool bite of the wind prickled goosebumps along your arms, but you walked through the gardens, trying to see if Jaeyun was hiding amongst the hedges.

“Jaeyun?” you called when you heard rustling along the path. “Your Grace?”

His sudden appearance from behind one of the arches got a yelp out of you, and you pressed a hand over your chest to ease your racing heart. While you were coming down from your shock, however, Jaeyun merely chuckled, amused.

“Since when did you start using ‘Your Grace’ for me, Y/N? I thought we had dropped such formalities,” he replied. Jaeyun let his gaze rack over your body, and you immediately felt self-conscious. “What are you doing out here? It’s dangerous for a lady to be caught like this with a suitor.”

“I came to look for you,” you explained. “Unbecoming as it is, I had to make sure you were okay.”

Jaeyun’s face turned stony. The piercing look in his eyes bore into you, but you couldn’t turn away, not even when he asked in the softest, most agonizing voice, “Why?”

Your voice was stilted. “Jaeyun?”

“I told the princess I couldn’t marry her,” Jaeyun started firmly, steely eyes never leaving yours. “I couldn’t spend the rest of my life with someone I don’t long to be with.”

“Then who do you long to be with?” you asked in a small voice, as if you were almost scared of the answer.

You took a step back when Jaeyun stepped forward, but then you stopped backing away and allowed him to come closer. His hands barely grazed your forearms, but the lingering warmth left you tingling all over. You looked up at the duke and aching desperation was all over his face.

“I long for you, Y/N,” he answered with fierceness and yearning behind his words. “I burn for you.”

Desire bloomed somewhere deep within you, but you forced yourself to tamp it down. Not here. Not now. Yet, with the way Jaeyun was looking at you, eyes glazing over with something darker, something more passionate, you feared you would succumb to him.  

His voice was cast low when he quickly added, “I wish not to make a public spectacle of this nor distract you from your suitors, so please pardon my words if they make you uncomfortable.”

“Are you stupid?” you asked, incredulous. Jaeyun looked at you, eyes wide with shock, and you continued on in a breathless voice, “Are you a blithering idiot, Sim Jaeyun? You can’t just—just say that and expect me to run back to my suitors.” You grabbed his coat by the lapels, drawing him closer so that the space between you two was rapidly diminishing. “You said that you'd just need five minutes in a drawing room alone to court me, so show me.”

“Y/N,” Jaeyun stuttered, trying to process your words. He let out a sharp exhale when you grabbed hold of him. “This is completely indecent, and you’re too… too pure.”

You frowned. “Pure?”

“You’re untouched—untainted,” Jaeyun explained, and you shivered when his hand brushed your waist. “You don’t know what the touch of a man can do to you.”

“I—I know of some things… such arousal and intimacy—of course, I’ve read and heard of them,” you answered, breath hitching when Jaeyun ran his hand down to your hip. “It’s just that I’ve never partaken in such… illicit activities.”

“Your dress is lovely,” Jaeyun started, and you felt absolutely lost with the sudden topic change, but he continued, “so turn around for me, my love. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“H-huh?” you asked, but nevertheless, you turned around.

You were immediately met with Jaeyun’s hands grabbing your hips, pulling your back flush against his body. Carefully, he slipped off his silk gloves and tucked them into the pocket of his waistcoat while you admired how long and pretty his fingers were. He gathered the fabric of your dress, sliding his hand under your skirt so that he could run his hand up your bare thigh.

Words were no longer something you could string together as Jaeyun slipped his hand into your underwear. All you could do was lean back against him and whimper as his fingers rubbed your clit in precise, deliberate circles. Pinpricks of pleasure burst across your skin as Jaeyun fingered that perfect spot.

“You’re soaked, my lady,” he almost growled, attacking your neck with love bites and kisses.

“Yes,” you croaked out, voice trembling with excitement. “God—Jaeyun, it feels so good.”

The pleasure was almost blinding. You still had a wisp of fear pitted deep in your gut, knowing that anyone could walk in on you two at any time. However, as Jaeyun’s motions became faster and more intense, the knot in your lower stomach was starting to build. You gasped softly when you felt the strong urgency for it to unravel.

“J-Jaeyun,” you stuttered, eyes half-lidded and heavy with lust. “Oh, something is happening—”

“Let it happen, my love,” he cut you off, sensing exactly what you were feeling. “I promise it will feel divine.”

The feeling surged forward, relentless as Jaeyun pushed you closer to the edge. It kept building, rising higher and higher in your throat. You were so overcome with pleasure, but it was the fear of being so exposed that was holding you back from letting go.

Jaeyun used his free hand to tilt your chin to look up at him, whispering, “I told you all I needed was five minutes with you alone.”

There.

You reached your breaking point then and there, hips stuttering as you felt waves of pleasure crash over you. Your arousal spilled all over Jaeyun’s fingers, but before you could cry out, he sealed his lips over yours and muffled your sweet moans.

The feeling subsided once Jaeyun pulled away to look at you, but you still felt the aftershocks of your orgasm like jolts. The duke spent a long, lingering moment taking in the way you looked, and he realized he wanted more. He wanted to how much more he could do if just his fingering brought upon that delectable, fucked-out expression on your face.

You didn’t need any verbal prompting when Jaeyun switched positions, getting in front of you and pushing you back against the stone arch. You were lost as Jaeyun knelt down in front of you, lifting up your skirt and tugging your underwear down. It all became so clear when he dragged his tongue along your folds, though.

You halted your whimpers by clamping a hand over your mouth. Jaeyun knew the consequences of being caught, but a twisted side of him wanted the castle to hear the sweet music that only he could get out of you. Each string he tugged of yours roused the most harmonious moans from your pretty lips.

You cried out when you felt his lips over your already-sore clit, sucking harshly on the ball of nerves. Your next bout of pleasure was coming fast due to his overstimulation, and your head was spinning when he snaked his tongue in your cunt.

His fingers replaced where his lips once were, rubbing your clit again as his tongue slid past your clenching walls. The feeling inside you was foreign, but your arousal was unmistakable. You felt yourself squirming as you were reaching your high once again.

You keened, back arching against the cool stone as Jaeyun brought you closer to the feeling from before. This time, you anticipated the tug, but when Jaeyun slipped his tongue out of you and stopped his motions, the promise of an orgasm slipped away.

You gawked at your best friend, but he just smirked.

“I want to take you, Y/N,” the duke explained in a husky voice, raising to his feet. “I want to show you how much I care for you.”

You had never felt this way. Your carnal needs had never been so strong, so urgent, and it horrified you that you wanted nothing more than for Jaeyun to take your virginity. It was outright indecent to do so in the Queen’s gardens, but you, too, burned for the duke.

“Take all of me,” you begged, shuddering when his hands came to caress your body. “Please, Your Grace.”

“My dear, you do not know the extent of my hunger for you,” he warned.

You took his hand and placed it over your breast, right where your heart was. “Do you understand now? Jaeyun, I am all yours.”

Jaeyun swooped in to kiss you again, this time with more intensity and lust overtaking his senses. With careful fingers, he tugged the strings from your corset and undid them just enough to reveal the cream chemise underneath. From there, he lowered his head to press hot, open-mouthed kisses across your chest.

The duke undid the buckle of his pants, tugging it down as he positioned himself between your legs. The skirt of your gown hid the indecency of your affair. Heat rose to your cheeks when you felt the hard length of his cock against your bare cunt.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked you, thumb stroking your cheek in a comforting manner.

You nodded and placed your hand over his. “Yes,” you whispered, “I need you.”

You supposed there was never hope for you to keep your moans in as Jaeyun slid into you. You could hardly hear his own groans as your walls hugged his cock, only focused on the way he felt inside of you. The stretch was uncomfortable at first, but when you adjusted to his size, the feeling morphed into something incredible.

The duke started with slow, shallow thrusts—something purely experimental to test the waters with you. All coherent thoughts vacated your mind, and you were left drowning in a molten sea as Jaeyun quickened his pace. Broken moans fell from your lips, but Jaeyun didn’t bother sealing your mouth with his. He loved the way you sang for him, encouraging more with gentle pecks to your neck.

You both were sweaty and spent, but neither of you could break your gaze as you brought each other closer and closer. The cool chill of the evening was the only thing keeping you two grounded.

“God, Jaeyun!” you cried, hips bucking as he pounded into you mercilessly, inciting a lewd fuck from the duke’s mouth.

Jaeyun’s eyes, clouded over with lust, cleared for a moment and caught you by surprise. Despite his relentless thrusts, there was so much care and sentiment in his eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You sobbed out as your orgasm crept up on you by surprise, overtaking your senses and making the world blur into nothing but Jaeyun. He continued his thrusts until he, too, was cumming, and aided you by working you all the way through your orgasm. The weight of his confession settled as you came down from your high, and it was a comfortable reassurance that whatever you felt for him was real.

It was silent as Jaeyun tied your corset again and fixed his pants. You helped him slip his gloves back on. Like this was your own private dance, he bowed courteously before slipping away before anyone could see you two alone in the gardens.

You heard the toll of a bell from the castle, but all that rang in your head was that Sim Jaeyun loved you.

Something plagued you days after the ball.

It was eating at you, consuming your every thought as you spoke listlessly to your suitors and entertained their affections. Your mother didn’t ask what happened when you went to find Jaeyun, but made up the excuse that you were feeling ill when you were bombarded with questions from several men.

All you could think about, though, was that you never said those three words back to Jaeyun.

You didn’t realize how wounded you felt over it until you were laying in bed, thinking how you might have possibly ruined your chance with the duke because he thought his affections weren’t returned. You moped around for days, wondering if you had ruined things between you and Jaeyun, if he thought you had taken his words for granted.

You didn’t grasp the impact of Jaeyun’s words when he said he burned for you, but now, you were starting to understand it for yourself. It wasn’t like you had seen him every day before, but not seeing him for days had you longing for him.

You hadn’t seen him since the ball, actually, until he was knocking at the door of your drawing room, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Ah, Your Grace,” your mother greeted cordially. The look in her eyes showed that she was concerned about what happened between him and the princess. “Are you here to see Y/N?”

“I’m here to court her, madam,” Jaeyun clarified, and you heard several gasps in the room, noticeably from your mother and the maids. “If you don’t mind.”

“Oh… oh, yes—of course,” your mother simpered, urging the maids to leave you two alone in the drawing room. She sent you a coy smile as she left; meanwhile, you were trying to calm your racing heartbeat.

Jaeyun set the flowers on your table, walking closer to you. Memories of the previous night flooded your head, and you felt hot just thinking about Jaeyun close to you again. However, the look in his eyes showed utmost sincerity.

“Do you love me, Y/N?” the duke asked.

“I do not know what love is,” you answered truthfully, but for someone so unsure, you felt like everything had clicked in the moment, “yet, if what I feel for you right now is love, then I must love you deeply, Jaeyun.”

A heartstopping smile broke across his face, and your heart swelled with admiration. Your best friend came even closer, hands coming up to hold your arms.

“Then let me court you properly,” he insisted, “and dance with you at every ball.”

And he danced with you at the next ball. And the one after that. Each one until he puts a ring on your finger.