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➷Pairing: ̗̀➛ Vampire Prince!Jake x Maid!Reader

➷Synopsis: ̗̀➛Jake is the Second Prince of the Royal Vampire Family and as the next King , he's supposed to get married soon. His parents arrange a marriage for him and the Princess of the Kingdom next to his so their parents could join forces , a win win right? Their Kingdoms would be combined and would turn into one, they would have more knights and they'd have Jake lead it as the new king. But Jake was a selfish men , he didn't want to marry some Princess when he was in love with you. You had always been there for him , you had always been by his side, you let him feed off of you ,you had helped him when he needed help and comforted him when he needed comfort , but you were always by his side as a simple maid. And he will do anything in his power to prevent this arranged marriage from happening , even if it meant murder

➷Contains: ̗̀➛ Murder, Royal!Au , Vampire!Au , infidelity (?) , arranged marriage , nsfw themes, Romance, slight Horror , Blood, Jake bites reader, Reader is also a Vampire, Jake has an outburst (not towards Reader),a couple time skips for the sake of the story, Jake's a little crazy

WC : 6k

It was quiet in the study chamber , only the sound of the ink pen scribbling on one of many sheets of paper could be heard accompanied by the sound of the fire crackling in the fire place. A yawn escaped his plump lips , the boredom getting to him as he had spend hours scribbling on the study sheets — he just wished he could get a small break , the sound of the clock ticking had long been tuned out by him. A gentle knock caught his attention , grey eyes flickering up from the paper sheet as he put his glass ink pen back against the side of small ink container. "Come in", his voice was tired , exhausted from having sat in the same spot for hours — why couldn't he just do sword practice?

"Your tea , my Prince", a smile immediately made it's way on his face as he heard your voice , your voice so angelic in this cruel world , like a shining light in complete darkness. "How long have I been telling you to just call me Jake?", he sighed a little , the smile still present on his face as his eyes watched you set everything down on his wooden desk , the cup of tea clinking as you settled it down on the saucer. "Approximately since we were young bats", you replied with a small smile , reaching into the front pocket of your apron designated for your maid dress , taking out a small dagger as the last ingredient for the tea needed to be fresh.

He could control his blood lust and thirst , but your blood always smelled so intoxicatingly sweet — not only did it smell sweet , the taste was Devine. You dragged the blade along the inside of your palm and squeezed your hand above the tea cup , crimson drops of blood dropping into the hot fluid and immediately mixing in with the hot beverage. Before you could wipe the blood on your palm away with a handkerchief , his hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him. His tongue glided along the cut , a quiet moan of satisfaction coming from him as he licked the blood away — you just put your free hand on top of his hair , patting his head gently. It wasn't unusual for Jake to feed off of you , in fact , it happened quite often. Jake didn't like drinking blood from human's , they screamed and moved too much for his liking , blood from blood bags also wasn't an option as he liked his blood fresh and animal blood? Don't get him started on that.

You were the only maid allowed to touch him like that , if anyone else attempted to do that , he would've snapped their heads off — yet , he never viewed you as just a maid. You've been with him ever since he was young , so obedient and loyal and still standing by his side. He remembered the day you came to the castle like it was yesterday , he would even consider it as one of his favorite memories.

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A small groan escaped the young prince's lips as he once again fell on the ground , immediately scrambling up and glaring at his older brother who pointed his wooden sword at the younger. "You have to do better than that Jake , you act way too impulsively. You have to watch your opponents move", his older brother chuckled , amused with the way the younger grumbled in response before pointing his short and stubby finger at the older. "I will beat you one day and surpass you!", Jake argued and only stared at his brother as he ruffled the blonde's hair. "Say that again when you're older and can actually hold a sword properly", his older brother teased but before Jake could say anything else , their mother had called the two boys over to her.

Jake was barely 8 at the time , curiously staring at the person hiding behind one of the maid's legs as he held onto his older brothers hand. The Queen just smiled and looked down , making eye contact with you as her eyes held kindness and she did a gesture with her hand. And there you were , shyly looking down to your shoes and the maid behind you gave you a small nudge which made you look up. "Sons , this is (Y/n). She will work as a maid from now on", at their mothers words , his older brother spoke up. "Work as a Maid? She's still a child!", he was confused but before he could speak up again , their mother silenced him. "Yes , I am very much aware that she's still a child. Her mother had given her to us originally as a blood bag , as a meal but like you said , she's just a child — that's why I'll let her live here as a Maid. She will be Jake's personal maid from now on as Jake needs someone around his age around him", their Mother explained and gave you a small pat on the shoulder.

How cruel , why would a mother give their own child away like that? Jake didn't understand it. "A new Friend?", Jake asked as he looked up to his mother with his youthful eyes and she nodded. "Well , a friend who'd tend to your needs I suppose?", The Queen gave a small sigh before she looked at the older maid and nodded. The maid nodded in return and asked his brother to follow her as he had horse riding lessons. Jake's eyes sparkled as his Mother confirmed that you'd be a "new friend" and couldn't contain his excitement , quickly grabbing your hand which startled you. "You have to meet Layla! She's our dog and very friendly, she will definitely like you but then again she likes almost everyone , but only almost! I'm Prince Jake!", he was so excited that he almost forgot to introduce himself , dragging you with him as you helplessly looked back to the queen who just stifled a laugh as she watched her second son not being able to contain his excitement.

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Your bond was special — you were always by his side , you were the only one who understood him , you were the only one who's blood he liked , you were the only one who had always encouraged him when he grew frustrated as a child when he couldn't accomplish something immediately , you were the only one who always stayed with him until he fell asleep when he was a child , you were the only one being there for him emotionally and physically.

"I don't understand how your blood always tastes so sweet and Devine..", he mumbled against your palm , watching as the wound started to close up a little already before he let go of your hand and licked the blood on his bottom lip away. "I can't give you an answer to that as I myself don't know , my Prince", you replied in a soft voice , removing your hand from his head as you cleaned the dagger and put it back in your pocket. He wished you didn't remove your hand from his head. Your eyes drifted over his desk , seeing all the filled out study sheets before glancing at the clock. "Why don't you take a break? You've already done so much", your question made him shake his head , his eyes watching the way the tea turned slightly red as he stirred the tea. "That's not possible ... I still have a couple sheets left", he sighed , the ceramic of the tea cup clinking against the saucer as he lifted it up , blowing a little on it before taking a sip from the tea.

"A little 10 minute walk wouldn't hurt now ,would it? If you keep sitting in the same place for any longer I'm afraid you might develop some swelling in your legs from the blood not flowing correctly", you convinced him with what you've said , maybe a 10 minute break really wouldn't hurt? He lifted a finger up , gesturing for you to wait as he finished his tea , the ceramic making a sound again as he set it back down on the saucer. The night air was very comforting , it wasn't chilly , it was a rather warm breeze as the two of you walked in the garden in silence.

"Why do you refuse to just call me by my name? You've had no problem doing that when we were younger..", Jake's question had you slightly taken aback as you didn't expect him to ask you that , but you knew that he would ask you that at some point. "Correct , we were younger , we were children. As a child , I didn't know that I wasn't allowed to call you by your name as I am a simple maid. It's forbidden for us to call the Royal family members by their names . Back then , it was dismissed that I had called you by your name but as we grew older , I was told and made clear that what I was doing was forbidden", you explained but Jake could only roll his eyes a little , royal this and royal that ,god. "But you aren't just a simple maid. You are my personal maid , you always follow my orders and I am here by ordering you to call me Jake. Not to mention , you're also my friend..", he mumbled the last part and you felt a little conflicted , calling him by just his name?

"If that's what you wish for.. Prince Jake", Jake's heart pounded a little as he heard your name slipping out of your mouth , his name practically rolling of your tongue so smoothly, he had been longing for this to happen again. He cleared his throat a little. "Well...that's something at least", he chuckled , satisfied enough with hearing you call him "Prince Jake" but he'd be more satisfied if you had just called him by only his name, screw the title.

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"You want me to what?", Jake's jaw was clenched , eyebrows furrowed , his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white — you could only watch from the sidelines with your hands folded in front of you , a little worried that he won't be able to control his anger and irritation while the King and the Queen only looked at him calmly. "You heard right Son , we've arranged for you to marry Princess Yoonah from the Eclipsara Kingdom. Since your Brother has already married and is now King of the Moonlit Kingdom , we need you to be the next King of Decelis. It's a win for us all , you'd finally be married and create your own family , our kingdoms would join forces and we'd have a bigger folk", The King explained calmly , a happy expression on his face but Jake could only snarl.

"And you didn't ask me how I felt about this all ?! I'm not going to marry some Princess, especially not Yoonah!",Jake yelled , his anger rising as he stood up , his chair making a loud screeching sound as it dragged along the floor. "But you've known Yoonah since you were a child! Be grateful that we're not marrying you off to a stranger!", The King raised his voice and Jake had to bite down on his tongue to not say anything else , grumbling as he just left the hall and slammed the doors behind him. The King and the Queen sighed a little , the Queen's gaze turning to you as she nudged her hand , excusing you so you could follow after Jake.

You've always known that Jake couldn't really control his anger , but you certainly didn't expect to walk into his chamber looking like a complete disaster. Papers were scattered on the floor , the tea cup that was once on his desk shattered in pieces , his usually tidy chamber looked like a complete mess but so did Jake. He stood in front of one of the huge windows in his chamber , his back turned to you , his fingers tangled in his blonde locks as he tried to calm down and his white dress shirt wasn't neatly tucked in anymore. "My Prince...", at the sound of your voice , he turned around and his eyes were flickering red , he was panting from the outburst he had. You cautiously walked up to him , he looked so broken , he looked like the sad little boy from back then when he didn't do good enough or got scolded.

"I don't ...want to get married to Yoonah , especially not when it's an arranged marriage", Jake mumbled , his head titled to the side as he looked away from you in shame , in shame that you've once again seen him having an outburst like that. "I know , my Prince. Maybe you could possibly talk about it again with the Queen and The King? Or just try it out , maybe it won't be as bad as you might think", you spoke softly to him but he could only scoff a little. "Really? Me trying it out with Yoonah? We both know how she is and we both know how much i despise her", Jake grumbled but you could only sigh. Yoonah , Princess of Eclipsara , a very difficult girl — she wasn't a spoiled princess , but she was absolutely rotten. She loved hearing humans scream when she sucked them dry , she loved destroying things, she was aggressive and forceful , if she wanted something she would get it no matter how . Jake was never fond of her , they've known each other since they were children and you had seen it all — from Jake literally hiding from her to Jake getting dragged away with her forceful grip on his wrist and forcing him to play with her, another reason why Jake wasn't fond of her was because he had seen Yoonah trying to drown Layla once., more than once.

"But maybe she changed? Maybe you'll fall in love with her..", Jake suddenly grabbed you by your shoulder , his grip firm but not tight enough to hurt you , he still held you like a delicate piece of glass. "But I don't want her! I don't care if she has changed or not , she'll stay rotten and never in my Life will my opinion about her change . Yes, people may change but she's rotten that a change isn't even possible. It's not about the fact that I'm having an arranged marriage with Yoonah , it's about the Arranged marriage in general. I don't want anyone else , the only one I want is you!", Jake had his voice raised a little as he spoke in a firm tone, his frustration coming up to the surface as he spilled words he didn't intent to say.

"What..? But , My prince... you know that..— Yes I know ,I'm aware but I don't care", Jake cut you off , not letting you finish your sentence, looking away once again as he had just confessed that he only wants you. "I don't care about all that, screw those fucking titles. You're not a simple maid to me , you're my everything , my most prized possession. In all these 122 years of living , my heart only beats for you and you only. Please just ....just tell if this isn't one sided", his voice was almost a desperate whisper as his right moved from your shoulder to your face , his slender fingers gliding along your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. His eyes kept flickering from your left eye to your right eye to your complete face to read your expression. Of course it wasn't one sided , you'd be a fool to not fall for the charming Prince.

You've loved him since you were 14 , you've been by his side for over 100 years , you've loved him for so long but pushed your feelings away. This wasn't how things were supposed to be , it was forbidden and sometimes you had wished that you were born in a Royal family or that Jake was simply just not a Royal family member. His touch brought warmth to you , your head titling a little to the side as you leaned into his touch, his rings so cold against your skin. "I'd be a fool if I wouldn't feel the same ,yet I am a fool despite falling for you. I'm a fool for falling for you , something that's forbidden..", you mumbled out , your reply making a small smile etch onto his face. "You're not a fool , love has no boundaries for us just because of some stupid titles. What matters is that we feel the same for each other..", His face came closer to yours , his forehead leaning against yours as he closed his eyes for a second before he gazed into yours — his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "May I...please? I've waited for so long for this moment..", Jake whispered ,his eyes focused on your bottom lip before they flickered up to your eyes , a hint of red flushing his cheeks.

"You may..", with that , you were filled by a overwhelming warmth as his lips met yours , so plump and soft. Your hands grabbed the fabric of his dress shirt to ground yourself from the overwhelming feeling, an electrifying sensation running through your body. He broke the kiss to look at you , checking if you were okay before you pulled him back. Your lips met once again , moving against each other in a slow yet desperate rhythm, as if the two of you were afraid that this wasn't real. He suddenly picked you up , his hands under your thighs while your arms went around his neck , his feet carrying him over to the wooden desk where he sat you down. His frame standing between your legs as his hands moved to your waist. But suddenly , realization hit you like a wave as you heard voices outside his chamber echoing in the halls and you placed your hands on his chest , pushing him away from you and confusion flashed through his eyes. "J-Jake we can't kiss like that here... what if someone catches us", you mumbled in a flustered state , getting down from the desk as you straightened your uniform.

He grabbed you by your waist again , pulling you into him as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "I Promise you that I will find a way for us to be together without being afraid..", his lips brushed against your forehead as he mumbled those words , his eyes looking ahead of him as he thought of a plan. It would be difficult to get rid of Yoonah, he'd do anything for you, even murder.

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The smile Jake had on his face was painfully forced , the corners of his lips twitching a little as he had been forcing that smile on his face for hours. He didn't know how much longer he could handle it , he wished he could just break the hand on top of his , his skin getting touched by the other just itching out of pure disgust. "I am so glad that we've arranged for you and Prince Jake to marry", the KIng of Eclipsara chuckled , looking at Jake and Yoonah sitting in front of them. Jake with a forced smile plastered on his face which no one except for you seemed to pick up on , Yoonah's hand on top of his — he was just glad that Yoonah was wearing gloves and not directly touching his skin , if were to be like that he might've started crying out of pure disgust.

He really had to hold himself back to not just break her hand and snap her head off , his eyes helplessly looking into your direction as you were serving them all a cup of tea. Before you could add your blood to Jake's cup of tea , a hand slapped yours away which made Jake's eyebrow twitch at the audacity. "I'll be adding my blood to the tea , he shall not drink blood anymore from a filthy maid like you are", Yoonah sneered , a mocking smile on her face but you just nodded and walked back to your position. The only one filthy here is you, Jake thought as he rolled his eyes a little before they widened as Yoonah reached for a dagger. "Oh no no no , I do not need your Blood. What kind of a Prince would I be if I'd let a charming Princess as yourself inflict a wound on her beautiful skin", Jake would've thrown up as he said that , his voice trembling a little out of pure disgust as the Princess just giggled and put her hand up to her mouth. "How Charming", she winked with a hue of pink flushing her cheeks , god if this wasn't all for the plan to get rid of her , he would've actually thrown up and rather kill himself then ever say such words to her.

His plan was to make them all believe that he'd agree to marry Yoonah , to build up a bond with her purely based on lies and get her alone , without any guards before murdering her and making it seem like an accident. Now , Jake was no fool. He thought about his plan a lot , it would be obvious that people might think that it was him murdering her if they were to be alone. If everything went according to his plan , no one would suspect it was him. And so far , his plan was working.

"Thank fuck this is over", Jake groaned out , furiously washing his hand in his bathroom , seemingly calming down as he felt your arms wrap around his waist and feeling your head leaning against his broad shoulders. He let you know of his plan , of course you were against the murder part but at the same time — Yoonah needed to be get rid off , she was a problem and as cruel as it might sound of you , you wished death upon her. Another Reason why Jake hated her was because of her poor ways of treating you.

He had seen on multiple occasions how Yoonah practically used you as her punching bag , insulted you from a-z and how she always seemed to come up with way to get rid of you. If she had multiple plans to get rid of you, why wouldn't it be okay to just get rid of her? Get rid of her forever. Jake dried his hands and turned around to face you , his back leaning against the counter of the sink as his hands slithered to your waist. "Soon , Soon we'll be together with no problem. We'll kill Yoonah and get married. As long as Yoonah isn't out of the picture , I won't be able to talk to my parents about us. If that also won't work , we'll run away", He mumbled in a low yet soft voice , pulling you flush into him so your chest was against his. Jake had no issue with just running away, he had enough of this whole Royal shit anyway but he wanted to kill Yoonah anyway , be it out of pure pettiness or rage. "What if the plan won't work?", You asked in a worried tone , his hand reaching to cup your face. "No , don't think like that. It will work", Jake promised , a small smile on his face before he leaned in and kissed you. The mere touch of his lips against yours made all your worries dissolve into nothing , your hands reaching up to his shoulder as the kiss intensified.

Sharp fangs grazed your bottom lip as the kiss got more open mouthed , lips parting as he slid his tongue into your mouth — a shiver running down your spine from the feeling. The kiss got hotter and more passionate , his right hand having found a place under your maid dress , his fingers squeezing and caressing your thigh. "We can stop if you want..", Jake murmured against your lips as he broke the kiss , hot breaths mingling with each other as you two breathed heavily. Was there a Risk of getting caught? Yes but also no , it was his personal Bathroom, you were the only maid who was allowed inside . But did you want to stop? After all these decades of waiting ? Certainly not. "I don't want to stop..", You murmured back , your voice barely a whisper and your breath hitched as he snapped the strap holding your stockings up against your skin. "Naughty girl..", he let out a breathy chuckle before picking you up , his veiny hands under your thighs to hoist you up and place you on top of the sink counter — the black marble so cold against your skin that it made you shiver.

His hands immediately worked on undressing you , starting by untying the apron around your waist and letting it drop down on the bathroom floor. "I promise you that I'll make this feel special and take my time once we don't have to be cautious anymore", Jake promise , nimble fingers unbuttoning the top buttons of your uniform and watching as the fabric slid down your shoulders — your chest on full display for him and despite the nude colored bra you wore , you looked so incredibly sexy tp him, his mind imagine all the different colored lingerie he would buy you and ravish you in.

"You'd look even more pretty in a black lace bra... or maybe red lace , you're so beautiful fuck..", he let out a small groan , your hand coming to the back of his head as he kissed the swell of your breasts , his tongue licking a stripe. He could hear the way your heart was starting to beat faster , feel the way your blood was getting hotter under his touch and he couldn't help himself , you were just so irresistible — his fangs sinking into your skin , a small pained moan coming from you that sounded like heaven to him , you truly were an angel amongst all these cruel creatures. Your blood was so Devine , his taste buds literally screaming in happiness as he drank your blood. "Always such a messy eater..", You mused slightly out of breath , his head lifted up as he looked at you and you pulled his face closer to yours, licking the remaining blood from the corner of his lips away before kissing him — tongues sensually rubbing against one another. Fuck , this might be the hottest thing Jake ever had experienced , his cock starting to chub up in his pants until the bulge was pressed up against your inner thigh.

His hands moved to bunch the bottom part of your dress up around your waist , the smell of your arousal was such a sweet scent to his sensitive nose and made his cock twitch in his pants. "I really want to taste you , make you cum on my face and have you pulling on my hair , but we don't have much time now...", Jake pouted a little , his eyes fixated on the wet spot on your nude colored panties , his index finger sliding between your covered folds and he could feel the warmth of you pussy through the thin fabric. A low whine came from him as you pressed your hand against his bulge , slowly rubbing up and down a couple times before you opened his belt , opening the button of his pants before pulling the zipper down.

His nimble fingers pushed your panties to the side , not enough time to completely take them off and his other hand pulled his boxers down enough to get his hard cock out. Pearls of pre cum were already leaking from the tip , you really wanted to put his cock in your mouth but time was running. He spat in his hand and used his spit as lube , hissing a little as he coated his cock in the liquid and pumped himself a couple times. "I promise you that I will take proper care of you once our plan has succeeded", Jake whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours, drinking in the sight of your face as his cock stretched you open. You were so warm , so tight and so wet — his cock practically getting squeezed by your needy pussy.

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"How kind of you to take me on a walk Prince Jake", Yoonah giggled as she looped her arm through his , her heels clicking against the wooden deck and Jake suddenly stopped walking. The night was beautiful yet so dark and sinister , the moon shining down on them like a looming shadow and Jake grabbed her tightly around her waist which made her blush. "Princess Yoonah , I really appreciate that you'll share this beautiful night with me and give me a wonderful Memory", Jake spoke in a sweet tone , her heart beating faster from his charming words before she let out a yelp , her body falling into the lake. The weight of her wet dress was weighting her down , arms flailing as she gasped for air tried to keep herself up. "Truly wonderful , I'll remember this whenever I look at trash , trash as worthy as you. Remember when you tried to drown Layla? I truly wanted to drown you myself. Not so funny now that you are the one getting drowned", Jake grinned , squatting down on the deck as he watched Yoonah desperately trying to keep herself up , she couldn't even swim.

"J-Jake I'm sorry!", she pathetically gasped out but Jake just clicked his tongue , tutting a little. "An empty Apology won't cut it , because of you Layla is dead. Plus , you need to be wiped out of the picture. You're the reason why I can't be with the one I actually love. I've never loved you , you were such a fool , feeding into my lies like a damsel. This was my plan all along , to get rid of you", Jake's tone grew cold and more venomous as he talked , his eyes narrowing down on her as he watched her drown in the lake. No one knew that he was with her, no one was watching as he knew all the maids were in the main hall with his parents. Everything was going according to plan.

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"Truly a Tragedy... what are we going to do now", The Queen sighed as she watched the guards drag Yoonah's body out of the lake , her skin sickly pale blue , her eyes wide open and there were alga's around her neck and arms. "Mother , I have an suggestion", Jake spoke up which made her look up. "I am aware that this is all very sudden but ,I could marry (Y/n). She had been with me almost my whole life , she has done so much for our family , she is practically part of our Family. Yes , she may work here as a maid but... Mother , I truly love her and you've said it yourself that love has no boundaries", His mother just stared at him. "No."

"How Hypocritical of you Mother , I'm truly disappointed", Jake sighed before he started to walk , circling his own Mother like a Hyena. "What do you mean by that?", His mother asked in a firm tone , her son was acting so strange. "Oh? You don't think I know that you yourself were once a Maid? A Maid for Father? Truly , the shock I felt when I saw a picture of you in your younger years , wearing a maid dress", Jake gasped in a dramatic way , his eyes a little crazed as he circled his Mother. Did she start to feel scared of her own son? Yes , but then again , that's her creation. Unbeknownst to her , her strict way of raising him and keeping him locked in his chamber to study was starting to make him insane. He was the Monster of her own creation.

"What would happen if the whole Kingdom knew about that? They'd be shocked, so shocked they might fall into a coma. The high and mighty Queen who treats commoners like some toys , The high and mighty Queen who once was a Commoner and needs to be kicked off of her high horse", He chuckled , taking a picture out of his pocket and holding it out to her, tutting a little as he moved his hand back as his Mother tried to reach for it. The picture made her blood run cold, it was a picture of her in a Maid dress standing next to his father , his father who was supposed to marry a Princess as it was seen that his Mother was glaring at the Princess. "What do they say? Like the Mother so the Son huh?", Jake grinned , knowing that he had won this conversation.

"Fine , Marry (Y/n). I'll talk to your father about it , under one condition. Burn that Picture , no one can ever find out about that", His Mother sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose , never in her life would she have thought that her own son would blackmail her. "A pleasure to talk with you", he smirked before bowing , taking happy struts out of the main hall to break the news to you.

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The day of the wedding finally came and Jake couldn't feel any happier than now . Here he stood in a white Prince attire , a crown on his head and his smile so wide as he looked at you. Bats were flying around as the music was playing in the background , the whole kingdom was gathered and watching the ceremony with a smile. His hands were holding yours as he said his vows followed by yours , his Mother handing her crown to him as he gently put it on top of your head. Everything was going so well , according to plan and he couldn't be happier — yes he may have gotten his hands dirty , but no one needed to know that . What happens in the Royal family stays in the Royal Family. "You may now kiss the bride", he grinned and pulled you into him , placing a soft kiss on your lips that he melted into for a couple seconds before breaking the kiss.

"Here by I'll announce that my second son , Prince Jake , will now lead this Kingdom and crown him as the new King with his Wife , Queen (Y/n) , by his side", The former King spoke , tapping the tip of his sword against Jake's shoulder as said new King was kneeled down. He grinned and grabbed your hand , his eyes flickering to his Mother and his grin grew. Beware of your own Son , beware of the own monster you had created.

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desecration. (s.j)

the one where no gods exist when you’re alone with jake sim.

minors dni !! | if you read it, reblog it.

WORDCOUNT ― 6.4k

PAIRING ― jake sim x afab reader

GENRE ― top/dom jake sim, characters are in their twenties, sub/bratty reader, religious kink/fetish

WARNINGS― mild dub con, desecration of holy a relic, inaccurate descriptions of whatever religion this is– im not doing research for a 5k fic that’s mostly smut, sorry.

NOTE― if you’ve read this before, it’s because I wrote it for mark lee over on my other blog [ncteez]. we wanted to make it jake, and by we i mean me. i wanted to read this as jake. sorry to religious ppl, don’t read this if you don’t wanna be railed by a hot guy wielding a cross.

smut tags under cut::

smut tags― DUB CON. use of the words: whore, slut, for the record, the cross is not raw wood and has a smooth finish, reader is first attempting to seduce the priest through confession lmao, she’s also just a massive whore just like me :), jake is the priest’s son, jerking off, penetration using a wooden cross, unprotected sex, spitting, choking on and/or sucking off a cross, degradation, and name-calling, he’s a godfearing man but also he likes sexual perversions, humiliation, explicitly getting fucked in a church, kind of fingering?

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Jake wonders why you’re always making confessions, time and time again, once a week, every single week….eagerly. Like you’re excited for your sin or something.

Huh.

Then again, once a week his father is expected to listen to confessions from the other churchgoers, even Jake himself is expected to confess. Often he will make up sins that he has committed just to seem as though he has been learning from some sort of mistake. Never would Jake actually tell his father through a confession booth what he has done or is willing to do. He’s an adult, he can confess whatever he wants.

You, on the other hand, you’re working his father to the bone in terms of forgiveness.

Jake’s interest piques at the very idea of a young woman, around his age, wanting to confess so much. Did you hurt someone? Does you hurt yourself? Did you kill someone? Or maybe you’re just caught up in a situation that makes you commit atrocities? He can’t even imagine what one person could be doing to elicit such an eager need of forgiveness so consistently.

Always the first in the box, always with those inappropriate outfits too.

Jake makes his way to the back of the church to complete his duties and, of course, he isn’t surprised to see you enter the confession booth. After all, it is the start of a new week.

Hushed whispers were echoing through the large space and only now does he realize that you almost always confess when the church is nearly empty. You must not be unaware of his presence at all, unaware that he is the son of the priest that you spill your sins to, and unaware that he can absolutely hear you when he walks closer.

He isn’t entirely sure why he is listening. The walls of this church echo any and every sound, and to be fair, the only reason his interest is piqued is because his father was silent from the moment you had entered the booth. All he heard was you. You didn’t seem to start the confession off in a proper manner either, so yeah, maybe it caught him off guard too.

His ears make attempts to adjust to the words coming from the booth, but your voice is coming out in a tone that he has never used himself when seeking salvation. Minutes pass and he still hasn’t heard his father speak a word back to you, not to encourage you, not to stop you. It’s just you, addressing dreams, visions, wants, and needs.

Certainly not confession. In fact, you’re actively sinning, attempting to seduce.

“I woke up shaking, Father. What should I do?”

Jake notes how quiet his father is still, despite you asking him what to do about the dream. His face sours when you continue to speak, this time in a slightly louder tone.

“I just can’t help myself sometimes, I–”

It’s not that it’s intentional, really, it isn’t. If anything at all, Jake is incredibly disgusted by your attempts to dirty talk during a confession. Disgusted that you’d do such a thing, and…maybe intrigued by what you may have said that he wasn’t quite able to catch before. He quietly moves to the other side of the booth, the side where you seem to be spouting off all sorts of things, and he raises his head to listen a bit more.

“You were big, you know? I can’t get thoughts of you out of my head. Have you ever touched a woman, Father?”

Jake leans in further, his body reacting more than his disgust. Unfortunately, his length growing in his pants ceases the moment his father cuts you off.

“Enough.” His father finally stops you from abusing the booth, from abusing him.

Not another word is spoken and Jake does his best to back away quickly and quietly as you exit the booth. Of course, he’s acting as though he is sweeping a corner when he turns to look at you. Eye contact is made and he can feel an intense rush of heat spread across his cheeks.

Ah, so you’re a whore.

His father stays inside of the booth for a long, drawn out, three or so minutes before exiting and all Jake can think about is if you walked out of the church soaked and warm between your legs. It’s not even that Jake is into sinning. He isn’t. His entire life was built around this church, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a man. He has needs just like you do, apparently.

Never would he get what he needs from a woman as dirty as yourself, though, it doesn’t stop him from thinking about it and how your voice sounds when you were actively trying to fuck his dad.

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“You’re disgusting.” Jake narrows his eyes at you when you pass by, spitting the words at you with a grimace.

“Excuse me?” You ask, stopping in your tracks and looking back at him just as harshly. You didn’t provoke him to speak to you at all, let alone fucking insult you?

“You think I can’t hear the way you speak to my dad during your little “confessions”?” He takes a step forward as he whispers at you, air quoting the word confession with a roll of his eyes.. “You really think he’s just going to take you up on the offer?”

Narrowing your own eyes, you step closer to Jake to stop anyone else from hearing his little tantrum.

“Wanna tell me why he always listens to my “confessions” then?” You question back, mimicking the air quotes and smirking as you walk away from him, not even letting him answer.

Jake watches as you leave, upset that he didn’t get a rise out of you at all and instead was offered a genuine question that sits in his mind. Why does his father allow you to make a confession after confession if all it is, is an attempt to seduce him? You’re even ashamed of it, it seems, and it pisses him off to no end.

Rushing after you, he is quick to grab at your dress and pull you back.

“Might as well just show up naked with the way you act around here,” He starts with a bite in his tone, dragging you off, down the hall and into a side room that usually remains empty.

He intends to put a stop to this because he’s heard several more of your confessions by his own will and learns that, apparently, your only sin is being a fucking slut.

“You have no place here.” He adds as he closes the door behind the two of you. Unintentionally locking you into a space that he’s directly saying you don’t belong in.

“Acting like you don’t think about fucking. Hah. We both know I’m not the only one,” You laugh, walking across the room with a shrug. It’s not the first time you’ve been reprimanded in a church, and it probably won’t be the last. “Besides, your dad probably thinks about me late at night after tucking your grown ass into bed like a child.”

Jake narrows his eyes even more at you.

“Bet that pisses you off.”

“You’re ridiculous to think he would even want someone like you.” Jake scoffs harshly at you, gut bubbling with annoyance. “To think about sex this often too? I can’t imagine anyone would want to touch such a slut.”

You watch him walk towards you, with his perfectly tucked shirt and his darkened and angry eyes. Being alone with him doesn’t help his argument though because, in all fairness, he’s just as hot, if not hotter than his father.

“What about you then?” You ask, leaning against one of the shelves in the room, running your hand up your legs, and hiking your dress up a couple of inches.

“Your dad with his lingering eyes won’t admit to having ever touched a woman. Yet here you are.” You call out the priest’s lie with a snide chuckle before continuing. Fingers massaging your own fleshy thighs, watching the way Jake struggles with his own lingering eyes. “What about you? You ever fuck anyone?”

Jake grimaces, wrinkling his nose as he watches you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He questions, stomping over to you and pushing your dress back down below your knees.

“Oh!” You laugh, ticking your tongue at him and tilting your head. “You said a bad word. Aren’t you going to ask for forgiveness?”

He stares at you for a few seconds, being face to face with a woman that seems so desperate for any touch has his heart racing. He’s trying to call you out, not turn you on.

“Can’t you act decent? I barely know you and you’re flaunting yourself at me.” Jake bellows, stumbling back from you and examining the way your body is relaxed.

You really seem to be enjoying this.

“You’re the one who pulled me in here. Was it really to argue with me, or were you trying to get to me before Father does?”

Thinking for a moment, Jake realizes he’s the reason this is happening. He could have just let you leave like everyone else, after all, you were attempting to go home. Here he is though, and there you are.

“He would never.” Jake laughs, mocking your attempts to pretend his father would be interested in you.

“And again, what about you?” You shoot back instantaneously, watching the way his words get caught in his throat.

He’s a weak man, truly, because the very thought of what’s under your dress, the very idea that you’re so willing, fogs his brain to the point of almost malfunctioning. It would be so fucking easy if he wanted to.

No one would even know.

Before you even know it, you can feel the air in the room change as he storms closer to you and rips your dress upwards to your waist. Instantly, he’s shoving his hand straight between your legs.

A small yelp leaves your throat followed by a laugh. Perfect.

“I knew it.” You giggle, bumping your head a bit against the shelf at the force of his movement. You can feel the way his palm cups your core and presses in harshly through his silent breaths. “I fucking knew you were dirty.”

“Stop,” Jake demands, bringing his other hand to cover your mouth. “Stop talking.” He continues, already pulling his hand from your core and second-guessing himself.

“If you want it so bad, I’m going to need you to shut the fuck up.”

You nod with a smile against his palm, breathing in when he pulls it back and trusts your ability to stay quiet. He’s staring directly into your eyes as if he’s threatening you. As if he will stop if you make a single peep. A promise that he will probably get you banned from the church if anyone were to find out what’s happening in this room right now. At his darkened gaze, you poke your tongue out, licking his palm and watching him pull back in aroused shock at how unashamed you are regarding your arousal. But, you do stay true to your work and remain quiet once his eyes trail down.

He looks at you as if you’re some sort of monstrous entity, and for him at this moment, you probably are. But even with that, you see what’s growing in his pants before he lowers himself onto the floor. Positioning his face right in front of your clothed pussy.

What a dirty, dirty boy.

Jake can see the wet stain of your panties and all he can do is roll his eyes.

“You’re insane.” He laughs, eyes darting up to your face, looking at you like he wants to shame you. “Getting so messy in such a place, all for men who don’t fucking want you?”

You nod, wiggling your hips at him in an attempt to entice his lips to attach there. But he doesn’t. He just stands right back up to his feet and takes a step backwards.

“I bet if I left you here, you’d chase after me.” He mocks. “I bet you think I’m gonna stick it in you, don’t you?”

Proudly, you smile with a nod. Of course he's going to stick it in. You can see how hard he’s gotten. Sin or not, you know when a man wants to fuck you. Jake won’t be able to resist sooner or later, son of the priest or not.

“Wow,” He laughs quietly, shaking his head at you as he reaches behind a podium and pulls out a large, lacquered wooden cross. “You really are stupid.”

Great, you think as your face falls. He’s definitely about to start preaching to you with that stupid fucking cross. Maybe he will even attempt to perform an exorcism to expel the horny demons out of you.

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes, standing yourself up straight from against the shelf and patting your dress back down into position. “Don’t start this shit.” You’re already preparing to walk out without looking twice at him, but he laughs right back at you.

“You think you know everything.” He chuckles, walking towards the door and locking it. He stands in front of it now, crossing his arms and staring at you.

“Don’t I?” You ask, eyeing the way he presents himself to you right now.

“Did I not just imply that I wouldn’t use my cock on you?” He questions, twitching in his pants at the way you stand before him, much smaller in energy now.

He can tell you’re still trying to act brave, and it delights him to see the realization spread across that pretty, silent mouth.

Oh. Oh.

“You’re going to–?” You swallow hard, realizing that of all the sins you could commit, the implication of being penetrated with a cross, solely so this man doesn’t have to fuck a whore isn’t one you ever thought of.

This room doesn’t even feel like part of a church now as he holds the cross with more reason than praying.

“Yeah,” He assures you. “I am.” Stepping forward toward you and looming down at your face. “Now get on the desk.”

You don’t know why, but your body acts on instinct for him. Immediately walking to the desk and propping yourself onto it.

“Take off your clothes.” He demands again, watching you intently as he stays in place, rubbing the long end of the cross much like he’d like to do for himself right now.

God, watching such a stubborn woman do everything he says is…well, it’s new for him and it ignites a new type of arousal within him.

And you watch him back as you begin to slip your dress from your shoulders, lifting your ass so that you can push it down and onto the floor.

“Oh, now you wanna act shy?” He mocks, walking towards you as you attempt to tug at your panties. “And keep those on. No one wants to see that.”

Goddamn, you don’t even have the decency to wear a bra to service? Lucky for him though, your breasts are enough to drive him past the point of return. There’s no thought, fear, or prayer in his head right now as you reveal yourself to him. Going as far as trying to flash your pussy? Oh, he could laugh.

You stay quiet, doing as you’re told and watching the way he examines you. He must feel so in control right now and you’re happy to let him, but you can see him falling apart behind his eyes.

His cock is incredibly obvious beneath his nice dress pants, but you wouldn’t dare reach out to touch him, not yet at least. You’ll let him have his fun, despite the slight nervousness within you regarding that cross.

“Open your mouth.” He says, dragging the cross against your nipples and onto your chin. “Suck it.”

You almost shake your head at him. Such a hard wood sliding down your throat would surely hurt. It’ll bruise, it’ll fucking suffocate you.

Jake doesn’t seem to care about any of that though, because all he does in response to your widened and fear-stricken eyes is press the wood against your lips with a face of concentration.

You purse your lips, muffling a displeased grunt at his acts.

“You scared?” He smiles first, pulling the cross away and now tracing his fingers along your lips before prying them inside and hooking your mouth open. “Come on, don’t act like you don’t know how to suck.”

You relent this time, feeling the cold and smooth tip of the cross enter past your lips when he resumes his previous assault. It’s not that you are against doing it, you just…haven’t done it before.

You’re not exactly sure of how to respect a holy relic such as this one when you’re expected to choke on it.

“That’s it.” Jake coos, pressing the cross further into your mouth. “Open up real wide.”

You close your eyes at his voice, licking the smoothed object with an intensity you didn’t know you had. After all, it’s been so long since you’ve been intimate with a person, hence the constant wet dreams about your priest. This is somehow, incredibly hot to you. To have his son fucking your mouth, regardless of what object he’s using to do it.

Still, it does hurt. The intricate edges of the cross bruises each time it hits the clenching walls of your throat and mouth, but Jake seems to like the sound of you choking and sobbing around it. After all, he just continues to press the cross further and further in. Probably relishing in the way you try to swallow around it and relax your throat.

His eyes are so focused, seeing how much of it you can take and only imagining how good it would feel if it were his cock choking you right now. Despite your sputtering and crying eyes, you’re taking it so well.

Yeah, you’ve definitely done this before. Probably swallowed up some guy’s cum and begged for more despite still having a cock wedged in your throat. How lucky for them to have someone so desperate to be gagged.

“You’re filthy for doing this, you know that?” He laughs at your pain and how you don’t try to pull at his pushing hand, tipping the cross just a bit so that its hardened wood hits your throat in a way that hurts a bit too much.

You cough around it, only now pushing his hand back in protest. The tears are pouring from your eyes when the cross slides out of your mouth, and all you can do is blink up at him as you try to regain your breath.

Half expecting him to immediately hold your head in place just to shove the cross back in, Jake pulls back instead, tilting his head down to look at your panties.

Your legs instinctively cross to hide your arousal, but he prys your legs open regardless, forcing you to act as the whore you so wanted to be. For his father, for him, for anyone who would be willing, honestly.

You’ve gotten wetter.

“You’re so gross, I can’t believe you get off to this–” He laughs, feeling his cock begin to fucking ache. “You can take more, then.”

No, no. You don’t want to keep sucking it, but your mouth opens anyway. Too turned on by the idea of seeing Jake’s reaction to watching you be so dirty, so blasphemous.

The way he moans when you open your mouth willingly this time is…well, he looks fucking good. He sounds even better.

You take it into your mouth without so much as a second thought this time, allowing him to slide the cross back and forth against your tongue and into your throat. You willingly swallow around the harsh edges, tears falling all the while, of course.

You’re gagging so softly around it, he’s almost jealous over how you wanted his dad before you wanted him. Surely no one would do this for you, right? His father would never be with such a horny, needy, and dirty woman.

Jake though….shamefully, is very into it.

Into you, rather.

When he pulls it out this time, your saliva coats the cross in a way that nearly breaks his brain. Intensely, he stares at your lips, slack and waiting for him to continue his abuse. God, he’s so jealous. To think you would do this with someone else? With anyone? Anything?

It turns him on beyond belief, but feeling jealous of the fucking cross isn’t exactly something Jake wants to admit. His father? Sure, whatever. But a relic he’s prayed to his whole life? Growing resentful of it just because you take it down your pretty and bruised throat?

No.

Jake shifts now, unable to satiate the arousal within him without grabbing your hand and forcing you to grope his hidden cock. So hard, so fucking hard, he nearly lets out his own sob at the euphoric touch when he actually does it.

You’re a bit shocked that he’s letting you touch him, but you take the opportunity and run with it. You press your palm against him without any amount of shame, and all you can do is watch as he hangs his head, the saliva coated cross still gripped in his other hand.

“Bet you wanted to fuck my mouth.” You croak out, your voice sounding just as raw at your throat. “Bet you wanted me to take all of it and beg for your cum.”

His head shoots up in response to that as he grabs your face harshly, bucking against your hand at the same time. “Stop talking.” He seethes, releasing your face and inserting his fingers into your mouth instead. “Stick your tongue out.”

You do as he says, feeling his heavy cock twitching against your palm with each press.

Jake seems like an expert at this, you aren’t sure, but when he presses your tongue down with his fingers to open your throat up, he spits into your mouth so easily that you have no choice but to swallow it.

Well, okay. He could probably get away with doing that a few more times if he wanted to.

You moan when you swallow, lending him a dopey smile that shocks him. You weren’t supposed to like that in his eyes, but when you grab his cock in response rather than just palm at it, he can’t help but moan back at you.

His fingers continue to hold your tongue down as you jerk him off over his pants, and his hips stutter all the while until he loses all composure. Within a second, he stalks even closer, slamming both hands against the desk on either side of you and leaning forward to pin you there.

And then he grinds forward against your weak hand, pinned between him and the edge of the desk.

Yet still, he’s gripping that fucking cross as he pins you here.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, I can see it.” He croaks, not even allowing you to offer him a nod before he’s got his lips attached to yours and he’s licking into your mouth. It feels impossibly better than that cross pressing against the back of your throat but you swallow his kiss just as easily.

His hips continue to grind as he licks into your mouth like a man who doesn’t know how to kiss at all. So rough and messy with it, groaning more and more before he’s nearly a panting mess before you. He pulls back from the kiss only for a moment to stare at you, eye contact more fierce than it was before.

“I think you’re the one who wants to fuck me.” You manage to slip out before he can silence you again, and his eyes narrow instantly.

More than anything, that’s what he wants to do to you. He wants to shut you up in as many ways possible right now, and he definitely wants fucking you to be one of those ways. But he can’t, and he won't.

“Hah–you’d love that.” He laughs, reaching his empty hand between the two of you to press his pants down enough to let his cock spring free.

You can’t even get a good look at it, because he’s instantly grabbing himself and fucking his fist before looking back up at you.

“Go on, look.” He says, leaning a bit so that you can watch him jerk off in full view now. “Bet you’d beg for it if I told you to.”

“Please?” You instantly let out, eyes staring at the angry head of his cock leaking and pulsing.

“I didn’t say to actually beg–” He groans, halting his hand and instead, thrusting his hips into the tightly formed hole he’s created. “I’m not going to fuck you.” He laughs again, now pulling the cross back and into your view with a wicked smirk.

Of course. The cross. Well, at least you’re going to be fucked with something right?

You eye the piece of wood and then go back to watching him. You’re not sure what it is about this situation but it feels like your body is on fire. Maybe it’s because hell is right beneath you, just a floorboard away from what the two of you have gotten yourselves into behind this locked door.

“Oh?” He halts his hips and licks his lips. “You actually want me to fuck you with this?”

You nod frantically, spreading your legs in front of him and showing off how large the spot on your panties has grown since he last inspected it. You watch as his eyes practically burn a hole through your pussy.

Only then does he release his own cock and look back into your eyes. More seriously this time when reality and guilt clicks in his head.

“You are aware of what we are about to do, right?” His confidence falters blatantly as he glances at the cross. “Like, if you ever tell my dad about this, I will be disowned.”

“You think I’d snitch on you?” You roll your eyes, body nearly shaking to get fucked. God, why does he have to stop now?

“Well, since you’re so inclined to confess every fucking day–”

“Jake, you literally just fucked my throat with it.” You deadpan, hooking your legs around him to pull him close enough to feel his cock hit your wet panties. “You’re the dirtiest one here, I’m not going to give that up just to see you get disowned.”

He laughs at you for that. Because yeah, maybe he is. Maybe he’s the one who shouldn’t be in church, and maybe he’s the one who should have been confessing this whole time. Never in his life has he ever done this, or so much as imagined doing it, it’s so perverse. So, wrong. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what’s attractive about it.

For some reason, his cock jumps when you say you’re not giving him up because he’s dirty.

“And–” You soften your voice, trying to lure him. “You don’t have to use the cross, you know.”

“No.” He barks out, pulling his hips back and pressing the cross against you instead. “Now, keep your legs open.”

He gets right back into it without a second thought. He doesn’t care what he’s doing or what the repercussions of doing this will be. It’s not like he wasn’t going to hell before any of this, not based on the fantasies he’s had anyway.

Jake hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down your legs harshly, to the point that they’re stretching so far that it feels like they could cut through your skin. He backs away for a moment upon seeing you grimace at that, allowing you to slip them down your legs before positioning himself back between them.

“I’m dirty?” He says, looking at your pussy and the way it clenches around absolutely nothing. He sees the slick seeping out of you already, and it’s not only pathetic but so fucking desperate of you. “Fucking look at that.”

You smile at it, knowing that he’s degrading you but absolutely loving the view if his focused eyes are anything to go by.

Before the cross, he experimentally traces his fingers along your folds until he gets to your hole, and without hesitation, he slips one of them in. The grip of your walls alone could probably send him over the edge if he were to make a last-minute change and shove his cock into you, but he holds back. Instead, he traces the cross against you in the same way he did with his fingers, slowly inserting it alongside his digit.

Pulling back, Jake watches your face as the cross opens you up, probably dragging against your walls uncomfortably as a reminder of the ultimate sin you’re committing with him right now.

When your face doesn’t contort into that of pain, he pulls his finger out of you and places his hand back on his cock. Still staring at your face, he fucks the cross in and out of you. Relishing in the sound of how wet you are for this, and for him to give it to you.

He does this until, finally, you moan.

Upon that little whimper of a moan, Jake is sent into a different headspace. One that quickens his pace with the object inside of you, one that tightens the grip on himself.

Now, oh now, he’s playing for fun. He presses it in and then pulls it all the way out just to see your pussy beg for more. Holding back a moan over how fucking hot it is to see, he opts to coo out at you.

“Bet it would feel so good.” He breathes, trying to ignore the shiver that shoots through his body at the way you yearn for it. “Could shove my cock right in, you’d just take it, wouldn’t you?”

Before you can answer, he’s thrusting the relic right back into you. In, out, in, out. Deeper, harder, fucking faster. And he offers the same for himself, tightening his fist, nearly abusing his own cock at the sight of your swollen hole swallow up the wood. Really, he makes a point to fuck himself just to imagine it’s you that’s squeezing him.

If he thinks hard enough, it really is almost like he’s the one fucking you.

He keeps this up for a few minutes, up until your legs are shaking around him and you begin to reach out with your hands. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s incredibly fucking horny right now, he’d probably be rushing for the altar to save you from whatever demon is possessing you.

But, he knows that this is no demon, this is all his own doing. He’s loving it. Every single bit of this situation is being burned into his memory, and when your legs shake, it only urges him to fuck the object into you harder.

You whimper out strings of nonsense, almost begging for a release from this grasp he is holding over you both physically and mentally, but he doesn’t relent. Your pathetic cunt is being pounded by an object that should have you crying in fear, but instead, you’re so close to release you can only beg for more, more, fucking more.

And god, he keeps giving it to you.

In an attempt to open your eyes, you feel dizzy with lust. Your hips buck up against the object with intent, and you can’t stop watching him.

“Goddamn.” Jake stutters a sin, watching you fuck yourself against the holy relic. Thankful to rest his arm and be able to just…watch.

And oh, he’s watching and intensely imagining that it’s you on him. He can’t stop thinking about how fucking warm you must be, how tight, how sinfully delicious your pussy must be for you to be acting like this. And that thought is what forces him to lose it.

You were so focused, on the verge of your orgasm when you feel him practically tear the cross out of you, dropping it to the floor before – oh fuck.

You feel him. Something bigger, something thicker ramming into you. He’s prying you open more than he did previously, already pumping in and out at a frantic speed. Instantly, you cling onto him with a bruising grip, listening to his shameless moans as he realizes the lack of control he has over his own body or thoughts.

Jake practically falls over you in euphoria as you cling, forcing you to fall back against the desk as he relentlessly plunges his hips. His breath is heavy against your neck as he loses himself, and all you can do is thank the same god you just disrespected for this cock that’s abusing your hole in all of the right ways.

“I can’t–” He groans out against your ear, his hips not stopping their relentless assault. “You’re so fucking dirty.” He insults, pushing you up the desk with each thrust. “So good.”

You can barely make a sound from the force behind his hips, only small yelps leaving your throat each time he slams in. And fuck, you want nothing more than to rub your clit right now. You could cum all over him, you could really make him feel good.

And as if your prayers are answered, Jake apparently knows exactly how to pleasure a woman. Hm, curious. He knows how to do it fucking well too, as you feel his fingers rub against the swollen nub in the exact same way you would right now. Painful, intense.

The fact that he wants you to cum is delicious.

Your orgasm hits you almost instantly, pussy sucking in him each time he goes to thrust, and the sounds coming from your throat could be considered demonic by some, but he swallows them up with ease when he notes that you’re cumming all over him.

Jake licks into your mouth, soothing you with dirty words when he pulls back to breathe.

“You should see yourself–” He pants out, sticking his tongue out to lick against your lip. “Getting me all messy too?” He says again through a moan. “You’re beautiful.” He adds like a period at the end of a sentence.

That alone makes you feel…different. In fact, it prolongs your orgasm far past sensitivity when he continues to thrust into you. You can’t tell if he said that because he’s close, or if it’s because he meant it.

Quite frankly, you could give less of a fuck if he meant it.

Jake stutters his hips when you lift your head just slightly, gripping his hair and skewing his head to the side so that you can whisper into his ear.

“Want me to beg for your cum?” You whisper with a shaking voice. “You’d love that too, wouldn’t you? I know I would.”

His eyes squeeze shut as he aggressively turns his head and, once again, pries your mouth open with his tongue. A bruising kiss follows as he fucks his last few thrusts into you, doing just as you implied he should.

He pumps his cum into you relentlessly, thankful that it’s not all over his pants and entirely milked into that sinful cunt of yours. Thankful that you also got off around him instead of that forgotten cross on the floor.

He wants nothing more than to remind you time and time again who got to you first. It was him, not his father.

You smile at him when he pulls back out of breath, examining his pants before stuffing his sensitive cock back into them and reaching down for the cross.

“If you ever fucking tell my dad about this–” He seethes out of breath, trying to pretend that he can regain composure so soon after fucking you the way he just did. Still, he narrows his eyes at you much as he had done before.

“Go on.” You say, voice shaking as you try to grasp back onto reality from whatever world his cock had sent you into.

Jake is at a loss for words, because, what could he possibly do about it if you were to tell? He looks at you, still spread out against the desk, dress crumpled, his cum seeping out of you in a messy show of how much of an absolute whore he forced you to be.

“Just, don’t tell him.” He finally says, averting his eyes from you and looking at the cross in his hand.

“Do you feel bad already?” You ask out, finally lifting to get off of the desk.

“Don’t you?”

You shake your head, struggling to stand as the seething pain of having a wooden cross stuck into you shoots through your body. “Not really.” You try to laugh, but you wince instead.

“Yeah, I figured you’d probably be hurting after all of that.” He finally says in a somewhat apologetic tone, walking up to you with a soothing hand.

You’re a little shocked by his kindness.

“Yeah, a little.” You laugh it off though because, at the moment, it felt good. You wouldn’t have wanted it any other way despite how blasphemous the act was.

“Oh.” Jake seems sorrowful in his tone, but his gaze doesn't leave you. “I- um, I don’t know how to make it like, not hurt?” He scratches the back of his head.

In your attempt to put your dress back on, you do note that the pain inside of you isn’t unfamiliar. You’d been fucked hard before, but that was a long time ago. You missed this feeling, realizing that it was exactly what you think you needed.

“It’ll pass.” You assure him, taking a deep breath and trying to stumble your way to the door. “I guess I’ll see you later, then?”

Jake dips his head with a small nod, feeling guilty for what he’s done. Not because of the cross, not because of the sin, but because he’s unsure of how to pretend like he wouldn’t want to do it again.

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kiss me

bff!jake. 1.6k words. suggestive with a bratty you and a horny jake sim. (part two)

“hey.”

silence.

“jake.”

more silence.

“jake sim!”

“what?” he says nonchalantly back at you, his eyes still plastered on the screen ahead as his fingers continued tapping away at the keyboard, “what is it? i’m playing-”

“can we go to bed... it’s almost 3 in the morning...”

and the silence continues.

you could only sigh at yourself, knowing just how much he loved gaming but you had hoped he would at least spend a bit of time with you tonight. especially after not seeing each other for the past week.

after an entire week of losing sleep and stressing over assignments, you wanted nothing more than to watch your favourite show while eating take out with your bestie. being with him put you weirdly at ease, his random dad jokes comforted you and his embrace put you to sleep faster than anything.

and he knew this!

yet here you were, having sat on his bed for the past 3 hours while he gamed away with the boys. how someone could stay so focused on the screen for 3 hours, you have no idea but you were now too tired to wait anymore.

“yeah- yeah you go sleep first, i still need to back the 02z boys up in this bitch-” he doesn’t bother looking at you as he says so before muttering off, “turn off the lights if you want.”

sigh.

you came here for a good night sleep and you were going to get it. one way or another.

so you come up with a plan, a rather evil plan you know would have a 98% chance of working in your favour.

a punishment more like it but he doesn’t need to know that.

“alright i’m gonna sleep first then,” you get off the bed and slip out of your over sized shirt, leaving on just your booty shorts and a crop top that barely did its job at covering your hardened nipples.

walking over to your best friend’s desk, you slightly lean over his shoulder to grab his can of soda, making sure to rub your chest on him. just a little. and luckily for you, the man was already in a thin singlet himself so the skin to skin contact immediately caught his attention.

if there’s one thing you know about your best friend is that although he’s no longer a 16 year old boy going through puberty, the man was just always horny. a perv.

on so many occasions, you had caught him staring at you a little too inappropriately. sometimes the man was even daring enough to place a hand on your ass whenever you’d cuddle with him in bed.

but never did you complain because it wasn’t like you didn’t secretly enjoy the attention anyway.

jake is hot, everyone knows that but you weren’t going to admit that to him. not with that big head of his.

“sorry. thirsty,” you take a sip from his almost empty can and release a very unnecessary moan, knowing that the man’s attention was now entirely on you, “damn. i’m gonna grab another.”

you don’t miss the sudden tent in his boxers or rather, it was hard to miss the big bulge that was caused by you. you want to laugh so badly, knowing that your plan was already working.

gently squeezing the back of his neck, you then walk out of the room, a smug grin now on your own face. you’re almost 100% sure that he’s watching you walk away, probably confused to why you’re practically naked in his apartment. yeah you’re comfortable with each other but you’ve always had a top on at the very least.

grabbing a can of beer instead, you hop up on the countertop to wait for the ending of your plan to play out. and as expected, the little puppy really does follow you into the kitchen. he doesn’t say anything but his gaze on your exposed skin was enough to tell you what he was thinking.

he likes what he’s seeing and so do you.

you’ve always found him attractive. from the moment you met him in your first year of college until now, jake sim just had to be the literal definition of your perfect type.

but you’ve never dared to cross that line, the thin line between friendship and there after. because not only was he your bestest friend but the man didn’t seem all that interested in you anyway.

“what’s up? i thought you were gaming?” you say so nonchalantly, even tilting your head like you weren’t already expecting this.

“i uh- um-” he seems distracted to say the very least, his eyes unable to detach themselves from your chest, “nothing. i’m done playing.”

mission success.

the familiar smell of his shampoo immediately fills the air as the man invades your space, a scent you’ve come to love. a scent that drove your mind totally insane.

“are you okay though? you seem... out of it?”

“probably just tired,” he inches even closer to you, his body now practically standing in between your spread thighs. his hands reaches out to rest on either sides of you, his face just inches away as he looks into your eyes.

there’s something different in his eyes tonight, compared to how he usually looks at you. they’re dark and dare you say... seemingly hungry for something.

“yeah? you’re not sick are you?” you pretend to be concerned, feeling his forehead but to your surprise, the man was actually burning under your touch, “wait oh my god, you’re burning. are you okay?”

“i’m fine.”

jake’s voice was already usually low but this tone was something else. one that’s causing an immediate damp spot in your panties.

“okay... then should we go to bed? maybe you just need some sleep, jake sim.”

the visible gulp he makes from the way you say his full name further tells you that you’re close. close to your end goal.

“yeah maybe,” his eyes remain on you as his hand inches closer to your thigh, only slightly grazing the side. he looks slightly hesitant, as if testing the waters and you don’t blame him because you’re doing the same.

“want some? i can’t finish it,” you hand him the beer can, in which he takes and in one single gulp, finishes it. you’ve seen him do that so many times before but just something about this time is making you feel so hot.

you wait for him to move away but the man wraps his arms around your waist instead, pulling you flat against him. you gasp at the sudden move and wrap your own arms around his neck to stable yourself, a move you definitely know he appreciated with the way he’s smirking.

“lets get you to bed, beautiful,” his choice of petname gets you more worked up than you already were, your little act on the very brink of collasping. but you’re unsure if this was even acting anymore... because this was definitely not in your plan.

your legs naturally wrap around him as he carries you off the countertop with such ease. it feels so comfortable to be in his arms, like your body was meant for him to hold.

no one says a thing the entire way to the bedroom but it wasn’t needed. the way he’s watching you and the obvious tension that filled the air told you that perhaps your attraction wasn’t exactly one sided.

jake places you down amongst his sheets not long after and hovers over, freely pressing himself onto you. his hands quickly find their spot on your waist, his fingers gripping into your skin as if scared you were going to run away.

“you’re beautiful,” his head dips into the crook of your neck as he says so, his lips so dangerously close to your skin but he doesn’t go any further. as if teasing you, “so, so fucking beautiful.”

“jake...”

“god when you say my name like that- fuck you’re killing me,” he finally looks up at you again, this time going straight in to kiss you. no pause, no hesitation.

it takes a moment for you to realise that jake was actually kissing you, that this was real and not one of the fantasises you always had about him.

it feels like an explosion inside your body, a feeling you have never gotten from kissing anyone else. not even your ex boyfriends.

it feels so right to kiss him though and that fact scared you.

the man moves away only slightly, just enough for you to catch your breath as he places his forehead against yours.

“tell me to stop and i will,” his tone is stern, a tone you don’t hear much from someone like jake, “or i won’t be able to stop myself.”

the grey area was something you’ve always been afraid of, the thought of a ruined friendship always plaguing your brain. yet in this very moment, you know damn well yourself that this was no longer acting, that this wasn’t apart of your stupid game anymore.

but this was real and your next response was the decider of the relationship between you and jake sim.

“kiss me.”

to be continued.

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kiss me (part three)

bff/fwb!jake. 1.4k words. ✨️smut✨️ + angst ft. lee heeseung. (part one) (part two)

“you’re so hot,” you hear him mumble into the kiss, his lips barely leaving yours as he does. his hands are everywhere, your waist, your ass, your thighs. the man was desperate for you and to be fair, you wanted him too.

what started as a few flirty kisses with heeseung and a childish way to show jake that you in fact did not need him, turned into a full fledged heated make out session in the back of the cab, all the way into your apartment. it was the last thing you wanted yet all you wanted at the same time. someone to distract you from a particular someone else.

you were too occupied with heeseung’s lips to notice the familiar pair of men’s shoes by your door once you enter your home, ones that were surely not there when you left.

jake sim was in your apartment.

“hey- h- heeseung,” you manage to get his attention, your hand now gently pushing against his chest, “i um- i remember i had some plans tonight actually... rain check?”

you can see the disappointment wash over his face for a split second before smiling again, an understanding smile. and this was one of the many things you’ve always liked about him lee heeseung. that he respected you.

“yeah of course love,” he says while rubbing your lower back, “you need me to drop you off anywhere? it’s getting pretty late.”

“no my friend will pick me up. sorry hee, another time?”

“definitely,” he leans in to kiss you, short and sweet, “be careful okay.”

you begin to second guess your decision to abruptly kick heeseung out but the last thing you wanted was to be in the middle of a confrontation between the two best friends right now. besides, you needed to deal with jake. the thought of him currently somewhere in your apartment got you mad, especially after the fight you had earlier.

the house is quiet, the only light source coming from your living room’s television screen, exactly where you expected him to be with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. you can feel your chest heave to the sight of a topless jake, it took almost everything in you not to pull your panties aside and climb on that lap.

the things you’d do for jake sim...

“seriously? you’re just going to break into my apartment?”

your words are left unanswered as the man continues watching the screen ahead as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

“whatever then. at least close the door on your way out when you get bored.”

you leave him be, no longer wanting to deal with the toxic situation that shouldn’t have been a situation in the first place.

bits and pieces of your clothing and accessories are scattered behind as you make it to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to sink into a warm bath and relax for the night. but of course the world always seems to have other plans for you.

“didn’t think you had it in you.”

sigh.

you don’t bother turning around to his newly arrived presence at the bathroom doorway, instead opting to continue slipping out of your undergarments as if he wasn’t even there, “i don’t want to talk to you right now jake.”

“so you let heeseung put his tongue down your throat but can’t even talk to me?”

you were quick to whip around this time, a frown dawning your face at how ridiculous he was being. the audacity this man had to even speak to you that way, in your home after ignoring you just a moment before.

“excuse me?” you were on the brink of exploding now, your hand balled up and ready to throw him out if you had to, “you broke into my house for what? to say these things to me?”

“well i’m not wrong! why bother fucking with me then go straight to heeseung?” he was now right up against you, his much taller frame towering over yours, gradually cornering you in against the vanity, “he’s my fucking best friend!”

you’ve seen jake angry numerous times before but never have you seen him like this. he is evidently fuming with eyes so dark, even his breathing was ragged.

“so that’s your problem? so you’re saying that i can fuck anyone else besides your best friend? easy. i’m sure sunghoon or jay would be down if i was to call them right now.”

if jake was considered stubborn, well, you were even worse. between you and the man, you were the one who always got your way. to be fair he did have a soft spot for you and you’ve used this to your advantage... when necessary.

the bathroom then goes eerily quiet, the two of you though still visibly angry, are now much calmer than before. the heavy tension that filled the air just a moment before was now slowly turning into a different kind of tension.

the one you always felt when you both wanted each other.

“i’m tired jake... please just go-”

he leans in without hesitation, kissing you hard and cutting off your words. he even cups your cheeks, angling your face up to him so he can deepen the kiss and you let him. by now you weren’t even fighting him anymore, your entire body melting right into his hold.

as always.

you did’t want to admit it but this kiss with jake sim was the one you’ve been yearning for all night, even when kissing someone else.

you were just crazy for him.

“it’s not them, it’s you...” he whispers, his voice barely audible as he pulls away slightly, “you’re my problem.”

“what- what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i don’t want to see you with anyone else.”

before you could even respond, jake slowly moves down your body, his lips leaving behind a trail of soft kisses on your skin. you almost scream when he reaches your panties, the man’s mouth just hovering over it for a few moments. just to drive you insane.

“you’re perfect you know?” he coos, his hands now grasping onto your waist as yours grab onto the vanity for support.

“you say that sim... but then turn around and say the same to other girls...”

“they’re nothing baby. i’ve always wanted you.”

your breath hitches when he yanks your panties aside and lifts one of your legs over his shoulders, his lips immediately pressing onto your clit without warning, eager to have you. his wet tongue laps at your heat, tasting every part of you, causing your knees to almost buckle at the intense pleasure your whole body immediately feels from it.

you watch him through hooded eyes, the view of jake sim kneeling before you, one that always pushed you over the edge, that had you seeing white. that had you going completely feral.

but despite the moment, with his tongue deep in your folds and with your fingers knotted in his hair, you just couldn’t forget all that happened tonight.

what should’ve been a strictly no strings attached situation had become something it shouldn’t have. it all somehow spiralled out of control so quickly, like the flame in your heart that grew to the point of no return for the man.

and from what you’ve learned from romance movies your whole life... this was not going to end well. especially for you.

“ja- jake...” you barely manage to push him back by the shoulders, stopping the man from doing what those lips were literally born to do. he looks at you with concern as he stands to his feet, arms immediately holding your sides to pull you closer.

“what’s wrong baby?”

you may regret this later but you knew it was the right thing to do... before you fall even further.

“i don’t want to do this anymore jake. lets... stop.”

end(????)

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i’ll never get tired of hearing jake say fuck it does something to me istg

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｡･:*˚:✧｡ So High

➷Pairing: ̗̀➛ Best Friend!Jake x Reader ➷Synopsis: ̗̀➛Getting High with your Best friend wasn't something rare , but getting handsy with your Best friend in your Mutual Friends bedroom surely was ➷Contains: ̗̀➛ NSFW content ,Usage of weed , Stoner!Jake , Reader and Jake both have feelings for each other, Sexual Tension, Shotgunning (transferring smoke from each others Mouths) Dirty Talking, Oral (F!Receiving) , Mirror sex , Gagging (Jake keeps Reader quiet with his fingers) , Hair pulling , Unprotected sex (wrap your willy , don't be silly), multiple rounds implied, Jay being mentioned , Jake slaps Reader's ass and thigh once, Sub!Reader , Dom!Jake

wc: 2.5k

(A/n) : there may be typos and grammatical mistakes since I didn’t proofread it😭

It wasn't unusual for Jake and you to get high together , he was your best friend and Smoking buddy — having known each other ever since he moved into the house next to yours years ago , having watched each other grow up, having watched Jake getting even more attractive over the years aging like fine wine. You've never admitted it out loud to him too scared of crossing the line, but you've always found him attractive — even more now that he let his hair grow out. A couple strands from his bangs falling over his eyes as he had his face titled down , eyes glowing as the flame of the lighter lit up the rolled up joint between his fingers before he placed it between his lips — a cloud of smoke surrounding him like a veil as he exhaled the smoke with a groan of satisfaction , his head thrown back against the edge of the bed.

"Now , don't be greedy Jake. Pass it over", you extended your hand out to him , sitting next to him with your knees touching as you leaned over a little — a small chuckle coming from him as he took another drag before passing the Joint over to you. He ran a hand through his hair , brushing the strands back up , the sound of people talking and music playing could be hear from outside Jay's bedroom. Originally , Jake and you came over to Jay's house party as the older Male's Birthday was tomorrow — the two of you didn't really like Alcohol and it got too crowded at some point. Too many drunk sweaty people pressing up against you , loud music blasting next to your eyes , people spilling drinks and just making a mess — the two of you had escaped to Jay's bedroom to relax and be alone, also to smoke as well.

Your hazed eyes flicked over to look at Jake as you watched him taking another drag of the joint , the way his nose looked from the side , the way his jawline looked sharper as he leaned his head back again and exhaled the smoke out up into the air. A couple strands of his hair framed his face again and fuck , did he look good. You pressed your thighs together without noticing , your eyes trailing from his hair to his glossed eyes, down the bridge of his godly nose , to the swell of his plump lips down to his throat , his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he took a couple gulps of his can of Sprite — some of the clear liquid running down his chin as he took a gulp too big. You Swallowed a lump as you watched the clear liquid drip down on his shirt , something so normal yet it appeared so dirty to you. "Don't you have enough pictures of me? Stare at them if you wanna keep looking at me", he turned his head to the side , a lazy smirk on his face as he passed the joint back to you — taking notice of you staring at him.

"Your hair looks good grown out like that", you replied trying to act nonchalant yet your hand was trembling a little as you took the joint, his smirk just growing as he heard your compliment. "If you like it so much , pull on it while my head is between your thighs", his comment made your breath hitch , coughing violently as you choked on the smoke as you were in the process of taking a drag. Since when had he been so straight forward? Was this the same Jake who'd always avert his eyes whenever you wore tops with cut outs? Was this the same Jake who'd always get flustered when the ad with the moaning popped up? His smirk was still present on his face , his hand nonchalantly holding out his can of sprite towards you which you immediately grabbed. "What? You think I didn't notice the way you kept pressing your thighs together and bit your bottom lip while watching me? Or when your eyes wandered down to my crotch when we went swimming in my pool because you could see the imprint of my Dick?", Jake teased , his words bold and sending a heat of wave through your body out of embarrassment. God , how embarrassing.

His eyes wandered from your face down to your thighs , the dress you wore hugged your figure so perfectly that he had trouble controlling himself to not gawk at you but if you could stare at him so shamelessly , he could as well — his hand on your side resting on top of your knee , slowly gliding up your thigh and giving it a firm squeeze before moving up to your hips. He took another drag from the joint , pulling you closer to him by your hip so you were face to face , smoke slowly coming out of his mouth as he spoke. "Don't act all shy with me now. I know you want me and I do too , I want you so fuckin bad", Jake murmured , his eyes filled with desire as he looked into yours, trailing down to your lips and he grabbed your chin — his thumb pulling your bottom lip down as you were biting down on it again , swiping the pad of his thumb across your plump bottom lip. "Hey....wanna do Shotgun?", Jake asked , a grin on his face before placing the joint between his lips again. You've done it with him before , so this wasn't anything new — but what was new now was that his lips were on top of yours , his thumb between your lips as he opened your mouth with his thumb. Normally , you were just supposed to exhale the smoke into the other person's mouth , but Jake exhaled the smoke into your mouth before closing the gap between your lips — the smoke coming out form between the gaps as his lips moved against yours.

His hand that was resting on your hip pulled your frame closer to his , so close that you were halfway on his lap as you let your desires go — your hands moving to the back of his head , fingers tangled in his dark locks as you kissed him back the same way he did , needy and hungry. His tongue grazing your bottom lip before sliding past your lips , sucking and licking your tongue , small huffs and wet smacking noises coming from the two of you — a silent gasp coming from you as his hand went from your hip under your dress , calloused hand caressing and kneading the fat of your ass. "You're so fucking hot and addicting , god , fuck why did I wait so long with this", he mumbled against your lips , a suppressed groan coming from him as you pulled on his hair before slotting his lips back against yours.

The muffled sound of music playing could still be heard , yet it reached neither of you , too occupied with making out that the music had almost vanished. You two were in a trance , a daze , lips locked in , tongues intertwined and dancing with each other. Your thighs were on each side of his , your frame sitting on top of his , your hips having a mind on it's own as they rocked back and forth — your clothed pussy grinding against the growing bulge in his pants with the help of Jake's naughty hands. Muffled moans went lost into the kiss , the joint long forgotten as Jake just threw it into the opening of his can of soda — yes , there was still some sprite in it, his joint ruined now ,but he had his priorities. His priority being you.

"Sit down for me Pretty girl", His lips were swollen red, glazed with saliva as he broke the kiss , his index fingers tapping your hips. His eyes were focused on you as you got off of his lap and sat down next to him . And fuck did you look hot , his hard cock twitching in his pants as you sat there , head lazily leaned back against the edge of the bed , the strap of your dress slid down on one shoulder giving him a glimpse of your black lace bra on the free space that got created. His hands were placed on your thighs as he spread them apart , his eyes focused on your black lace panties — he luckily couldn't see how wet you were , but he could feel it as he pressed his thumb against your clothed clit. "Mhh so wet and just for me, right?", Jake murmured , licking his bottom lip to wet them before scooting down — his stomach on the bedroom floor , strands of his hair tickling your inner thigh as his head was between them. He pressed hot kisses on your clothed pussy , a shiver running down your spine as his hair kept tickling your inner thigh. His hands from your thighs underneath the fabric of your dress, pulling it up to your hips before his nimble fingers traced along the waistband of your lace panties.

"Can I? Will you let me?", Jake asked , his eyes peering up to you from between your legs , his voice gentle as he asked his question which was answered with a nod. He hooked his finger underneath the waistband before letting it go again, the elastic band snapping against your skin to which you let out a small gasp. "Words, I need Words Princess". "Yes Jake .. please , you can", satisfied with your answer , he mumbled something along the lines "that wasn't so hard now , was it?" under his breath as he slowly slid your panties down — sitting up on his knees to take them off properly. He secretly stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans. His body was between your legs again , his hands spreading your thighs apart to make himself home between them.

"Such a pretty little pussy , so beautiful and so wet", Jake talked more to himself than to you , a dazed smile on his face , completely unaware of the way your cheeks started to feel warmer. He looked up to you one last time before diving in , his tongue flattening as he licked your clit a couple times, plump lips wrapping around the small bud as he sucked on it and swirled the tip of his tongue around it. His small grunts and moans created vibrations as you pulled on his hair ,your thighs twitching a little as you tried to close them — his hands stopping you from doing so. "Watch yourself in the mirror while I eat your pretty pussy out. You taste so fucking sweet", you opened your eyes halfway , your hazy eyes looking ahead of you and you were met by your mess of a reflection. Your eyes trailed down , watching the reflection of the back of Jake's head between your thighs, god did he look pretty between your legs like that — his hips grinding down against the floor as he tried to give himself some relief , he was so unbelievably hard.

"Fuck Jake , I'm gonna cum if you'll continue like that", you moaned out , your thighs closing around his head again , a shocked gasp falling from your lips as he slapped your inner thigh in a warning way. You let out a pathetic whine as he pulled away from your pussy , his lips, chin and the tip of his nose glistening from your arousal under the dim led lights of Jay's room. "Don't be greedy , I'll make you cum more than once on my Cock", Jake clicked his tongue , yet a smirk was present on his face — never in his life had he seen you so desperate and he was letting the sight sink into his brain. "Turn around", you did as you were told , turning around so your head was resting on the edge of the bed but Jake shook his hand , grasping your hips and putting you in front of the mirror on all fours. "Jak— I want you to watch yourself while you fall apart on my cock", the sound of his belt unbuckling could be heard behind you , your eyes looking at the mirror as you saw Jake's reflection — his bare torso on full display as he was in the middle of taking his hoodie off , a small happy trail visible on his abdomen , his belt unbuckled and the button of his pants opened.

He slid his pants along with his boxers down , his knees on the floor behind you as he positioned himself. He grabbed his hard cock by the base , giving it a couple stroked before slapping the tip of his dick against your ass cheek. "Spit baby", his hand was cupped in front of your mouth , your lips parting as you spit a fat glob of saliva into his hand which he used to lube his cock with. He ran the tip of his cock between your wet folds before pushing in , his hands grabbing your hips tightly as he let out a breathy moan. "Shit— so warm and tight", he bit his bottom lip , his eyes trained on your reflection as he watched the way your eyes squeezed shut from the delicious stretch, he was filling you up so well. Jake gave you a minute to adjust before he pulled back , his cock almost all the way out before he pushed his hips forward , his hands pulling your ass back to meet with his pelvis as he thrusted his length all the way back inside. A loud moan spilled past your parted lips , his right hand coming up to your mouth. "You got to keep quiet Baby", his tone was almost mocking as his index and middle finger traced along your bottom lip , taking your parted lips as an opportunity to slip his slender fingers into your mouth — the pads of his fingers pressing down on your tongue.

Your moans were muffled and breathy , the sound of your ass meeting his pelvis could be heard in the room as he roughly thrusted inside you , your eyes fluttering shut to which he slapped your ass with his left hand — a reminder to keep your eyes open. Your drool was running down his fingers which he didn't mind at all , he thought it was hot — especially with the way you struggled to keep your eyes open and the way your moans were still loud despite his fingers stuffed in your mouth. He felt you clenching around his cock , switching up his pace to slow yet deep thrusts as his left hand slid down between your legs , the pad of his thumb rubbing patterns on your clit. Your thighs were starting to shake from the stimulation , your orgasm crashing down on you as waves of pleasure hit you.

"Fuck ,fuck , fuck..", Jake repeatedly muttered , quickly pulling out and hot ropes of liquid landed on your ass , his hand grabbing the the tip of his cock as he smeared the remaining cum leaking on your skin. Suddenly the door opened , both of your heads snapping into the direction in your flushed states. There stood Jay , seemingly shocked yet also flustered and aroused. There was a minute of silence before Jake broke it. "We're far from done , either you'll join us and receive a nice birthday gift or you'll leave . It's your decision birthday boy"

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BTS Dating Series #17: Pet Peeves

Members x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff

Summary: Little things that just....annoy you or him about each other.

Warnings: None to note.

Kim Seokjin

You threw your body into a chair in the corner of your bedroom, folding your arms across your chest as Jin stared at you incredulously. The two of you had been in a somewhat heated disagreement and once you started to feel yourself becoming overwhelmed, you chose to just...stop talking in an effort to calm yourself.

"Are you really gonna not say anything else?" Jin wondered, huffing harshly when you only responded with further silence. "You know, that's another thing that you do that I hate."

"What?" You couldn't help but to ask.

"Any time we have an argument or even a hard conversation, you clam up and stop talking," he explained. "That makes it almost impossible to fix anything and it also makes me feel like some type of villain."

"Oh," you murmured, looking down at your feet. "I didn't realize that it made you feel that way. I just..."

"What?" Jin encouraged as he stepped over to you and bent down so that he was looking up at you.

"In past relationships, whenever I would get chastised or yelled at, I found that not saying anything helped to not escalate things," you admitted, finally looking up at your boyfriend. "I don't want things to escalate with you, Jin."

"Oh baby," he murmured, grabbing your hands and bringing them both up to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to them before he pulled them away to speak. "You never have to worry about that with me. Whenever we're disagreeing about something, it's never me against you. It's us against the problem, ok? It doesn't mean that I hate you or that I don't want to be with you because that would never be the case, ok?"

"Ok," you nodded. "I'm sorry for shutting down on you. I'll do my best to work on that."

"Ok," Jin agreed. "I love you."

"I love you too," you replied before leaning down and kissing him softly.

Min Yoongi

"Are you fucking serious right now?" Yoongi chuckled in disbelief and you barely spared him a glance from your spot on his living room couch. You and Yoongi had planned to spend the whole weekend together since it was one of his rare ones off. However, he got called into the studio at the last minute and had to go handle it before you two headed out on your planned date for the day.

Now, that wasn't a problem for you whatsoever because Yoongi said he'd text you when he was heading back home. One hour went by, then two hours and by the time the third hour rolled around, you were throughly pissed off. Once he did finally make it back to his apartment where he'd left you, you had become resolute in giving him the silent treatment.

"Do you know how childish you're acting right now?" Yoongi wondered. "I know that I told you it wouldn't take me long and I'm sorry that it did but you can't be this upset over that!"

"You cannot tell me what I can and cannot be upset over," you finally spoke up.

"Oh look, she speaks." You glared at him, throwing him the middle finger before you folded your arms across your chest. All Yoongi could do was groan loudly as he ran his hands over his face, becoming more irritated as time went on.

"Listen, I do not do well with the silent treatment and I hate it when you do this so if you want me to fix it, you're going to have to cooperate and talk to me or else I won't be able to," he shrugged. "Up to you." You sighed heavily then, knowing that you were being petty and that your boyfriend was right.

"I'm sorry," you murmured. "I just got upset when you took longer than you said you would. Made it feel like you forgot about me."

"I could never forget about you," he cooed, bending down so that he was squatting in front of you as he took your hands in his to hold. "I'm sorry that I didn't keep you in the loop. I'll make sure to be more mindful of that, ok?" You nodded with a smile, surging forward and throwing your arms around him in a hug.

Kim Namjoon

"If you would just listen to me, I'd be able to explain it to you!" You exclaimed angrily as you stared at Namjoon, who was standing on the other side of the island in your kitchen. The two of you had been cooking dinner together when you made what was intended to be a light hearted joke about his cooking skills. However, Namjoon didn't take it that way at all which led to a full blown argument.

"You can be so flippant when you say certain things to me, you know?" Namjoon pointed out.

"Me, flippant?" You scoffed, throwing your hands up in immediate surrender. "And on that note, I need some space." You turned around and began to walk out of the kitchen but you realized that you could hear footsteps behind you.

"And that's another thing," Namjoon snapped. "Anytime we get into an argument or fight, you insist on walking away."

"Because I need space!" You shouted as you turned around to look at him. "I literally just said that or were you not listening?"

"We're not gonna fix anything if you keep doing that."

"But we're also not going to fix anything if I can't take the space I need to calm down so that I'm not escalating the situation," you explained. "I know you wanna talk it out but just....give me a little while."

"Fine," Namjoon relented and he turned around and walked away before you even had the chance to say another word.

Jung Hoseok

"It was so good to see you!" Hobi smiled to Juhyun, who grinned widely as Hobi gave her a gentle hug.

"It was good to see you as well, Hobi," she replied before turning around and walking out of the store. Hobi walked back over to you then, where you had been pretending to browse the store's selection of shoes but you had really been eavesdropping on their conversation.

"See anything you might like?" Hobi asked you and you shrugged noncommittally, biting your lip before you decided to just take the risk and ask what was on your mind.

"Can I ask you something?" You wondered.

"Anything."

"Are you still friends with all of your exes?" You questioned and Hobi rose an eyebrow.

"Well, I don't know if friends is the word I'd really use to describe it," he began. "Even if we broke up, none of them were necessarily on bad terms or anything like that so it's not hard for me to speak to them whenever I might see them."

"Hmm," you murmured and Hobi couldn't help but to smile at you.

"Jealous?"

"Don't know if jealous is really the word I'd use," you replied, echoing his previous statement. "But it does make me feel weird that you're.....so friendly. I don't like it."

"So, should I keep it to a hi and bye?" He asked. "And no hugs?"

"That actually would be nice," you nodded.

"Done," Hobi grinned. "Now, come on. I wanted to check out another store while we're here." You smiled to yourself as Hobi grabbed your hand and led you out of the store.

Park Jimin

You were laid out in Jimin's bed, waiting for him to get home from rehearsal. You had had an extremely long day at work so needless to say, you were more than excited to see your boyfriend so that you could get all the cuddles that you could handle.

As you were browsing the internet on your laptop, you heard the front door open and close and not long after that, Jimin was pushing open the door to the bedroom.

"Hi Jimin-ssi," you greeted him happily, watching as he threw his bag down and instantly walked over to the closet.

"Hi baby," he muttered as he worked on changing out of his dance clothes and into more comfortable ones. As he did this, you closed the laptop and set it on the bedside table before you laid down on your side. Once Jimin was done changing, he walked over to the bed and laid down on his back, shutting his eyes and not saying a word.

"How was your day?" You spoke up and Jimin just shrugged, eyes still closed.

"Same old, same old."

"Did you guys finish learning the choreography to that new song you showed me?" You wondered and Jimin nodded. "Aw, I'm sure it's amazing. I can't wait to see it." Jimin still hadn't said a word and you sighed heavily. "Jimin, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he deadpanned. "I'm fine."

"Baby, you're obviously not fine," you replied gently. "I'm willing to listen if you want to talk."

"Well, I don't want to talk," he grunted. "Just leave me alone."

"You know, I was really looking forward to you getting here because I had a long day too and all I wanted was to cuddle with you but if you're going to be a jerk just because you're in a shitty mood, then I'll just go home," you snapped and just as you moved to rip the blanket off of your body, Jimin gently grabbed your arm.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "It was just a hard day and I didn't mean to take it out on you."

"And that's fair that you didn't feel like talking but don't clam up on me," you murmured as you turned around to face him. "I'm here to help, always."

"I know," he smiled gently. "Come here." He opened his arms and you moved closer to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you as he held your body tightly to his. "I love you."

"I love you too," you whispered, smiling to yourself when you felt him kiss your forehead.

Kim Taehyung

"Oh my gosh, you know what we should do tonight?" Taehyung asked you and you looked up at him from your spot next to him on his couch. The two of you had planned on just having a date night in but apparently, Taehyung had other ideas.

"What?"

"We should get dressed and go to that new jazz club that just opened last month," he suggested and you instantly grimaced. "What is it?"

"I don't know about that," you replied. "I was kind of looking forward to staying in."

"But we've been doing that for so many weekends now," he pointed out. "It might be fun to get out, have a little change of scenery."

"Hmm, I don't think so," you shook your head and your eyes widened when you heard Taehyung sigh heavily.

"Why don't you ever want to go out?" He demanded to know. "I could probably count on one hand how often we've been out together, just to do something fun."

"I'm a homebody," you shrugged. "I've always preferred to be home to than go out to some club or something like that."

"And I fully respect that but couldn't we do it sometimes?" He suggested. "Just occasionally?"

"You know what, yeah," you agreed. "I promise, I'll try to make sure that we do more of the things you enjoy too, ok?"

"Thank you," Taehyung grinned widely before leaning over and kissing you firmly.

Jeon Jungkook

"What the hell?" You muttered as you picked pieces of clothes up off of the living room floor. "Has a man been staying with me or a fucking animal?" In an effort to spend more time together, Jungkook had been spending more time at your apartment and he had definitely made himself comfortable in your space. Maybe even a little...too comfortable.

"Baby, I have lamb skewers!" Jungkook exclaimed as he stepped through the front door of your apartment, one bag in each hand as he shut the door with his foot. He stopped right in his tracks though when he saw you standing in the middle of the living room with an unamused look on your face. "What's wrong?"

"No, the problem is what's wrong with you?" You demanded to know. "Have you never seen a hamper? Do you not know what it looks like so that you can put your clothes in it?"

"No, those are my clean clothes," he told you.

"Why are they on the floor then?"

"Because I didn't want them to get mixed up with my dirty ones," he shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why not just put the dirty in the- you know what, no," you cut yourself off. "I'm not even gonna attempt to understand male logic. Just give me my skewers, please."

"Here you go," Jungkook smiled, waiting until you had dropped the clothes in your hands before he handed one of the bags off to you. "I love you."

"Yeah yeah, love you too, messy animal," you grumbled, making Jungkook laugh out loud.

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he's literally my favorite person ever ☹️

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my exact reaction 💔💔💔

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 35. change my world

"I CAN'T STAY FOR LONG," were the first words out of Jay's mouth as soon as you opened the door for him. "I've gotta finish a project when I get back home. She changed the deadline to—hey, what's wrong?"

You looked crestfallen for a moment, but as soon as Jay pointed it out, you perked right back up again. He took a second to study your expression before stepping into your foyer. Your penthouse was always a little intimidating; growing up, Jay couldn't even imagine stepping foot in a place so lavish.

"Nothing. Just trying to make myself busy for next weekend so I don't have to visit my dad," you replied with an unamused laugh. "You free?"

"I don't think either of us will be; Jennie sent us all a text a few hours ago." He held up his phone to show you the messages. "She wants us to be free the entire weekend."

"Friday and the weekend?" you read off the screen before frowning. "Is that when we get hazed?"

Jay shrugged before he cracked a smile. "Guess you don't have to visit your dad, at least." This was perhaps the perfect opportunity for him to get more information on your family—a golden opportunity considering you brought up your father on your own. Before you could change the topic, he pressed on, "But why don't you wanna see him?"

"It's a long story." You sighed, but it didn't seem like you were unwilling to divulge. Your eyes were gleaming a little, and Jay wanted to believe that you were hoping he'd stay. "How about I tell you over ramen?"

He pulled off his jacket before reaching your dining table. There was only one bowl of ramen set out, so Jay paused before he proceeded to sit down. To his surprise, you sat a chair away, looking up at him expectantly.

"Where's yours?" He didn't mean for there to be an edge of suspicion to his voice, but Jay couldn't understand why you wouldn't make a bowl for yourself.

You propped your elbow on the table to rest your chin in your palm. "I just wanted you to try it. How does it taste?"

"You should eat, too."

"Later—just try it!"

Since you seemed so eager, Jay picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and ate a mouthful, humming with delight when the flavor hit his tongue. He looked over to see you beaming at him with anticipation, and he nearly felt his chest stutter from how flustered he felt as you stared at him.

"Good"—he coughed after swallowing down his food too quickly—"it's really good."

You swelled with pride, and before you could open your mouth to respond, Jay cut you off by holding up another mouthful of noodles to your mouth. His other hand was cupped below where the noodles were dangling from the chopsticks.

Like that, you and Jay started talking about school and the Order while you shared the bowl of ramen. Not about whatever was going on with you and your father. There wasn't much to catch up considering he had seen you several times over the past week, but conversation somehow felt so easy with you.

Jay had never been a people person; his social battery was low and he had no interest in expanding his circle. Ever since he moved to Connecticut, his world seemed to grow a little bigger.

And it seemed as though he had a space carved out for you in his heart, but Jay was sure he would be a fool if he tried to fill that void.

The conversation eventually moved to the couch after you and Jay had finished eating and nearly tackled each other to wash the bowl and chopsticks in the sink. Jay was feeling overly-conscious of your knee touching his and the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the space between you two.

It was when you were showing Jay a picture of your dog, Butters, when you brought up your father again.

(Jay had been secretly hopeful that you wouldn't mention him. The more you told him about your life, the more it tore him up inside as he realized he either had to betray you or his client.)

"Butters always gets so happy whenever I'm home," you said with a pout, staring at the picture of your Pomeranian facing the wind. "He must really miss my mom, too." You looked up at Jay again, grinning sheepishly when you saw the confused look on his face. "It was this whole thing from when I was a kid. My parents are separated, but they're not divorced... it's weird. Their relationship was rocky for a long time, but back in freshman year, my mom decided to just leave as soon as I left for Yale. I guess me moving out for college was what she was waiting for."

Jay's heart clenched painfully and he murmured, "I'm sorry. Is that why you didn't wanna see your dad?"

"Pretty much." With a heavy sigh, you leaned your head against Jay's shoulder. He stiffened up for a moment before relaxing—even scooting a little bit closer. "I just keep waiting for them to get together and make up again so that we can go back to being a family. It's, like"—you sniffled—"so annoying."

Another sniffle. You wiped at your eyes furiously, as if you were mad that they even dared to water. Jay kept his gaze down, unsure if you were comfortable with him watching you cry. He wished he wasn't so useless in these situations. You froze up for a moment when Jay brought his hand close to your face, but you closed your eyes and let him wipe a stray tear away.

"You can't tell anyone, okay? No one else knows about this, like, no one," you continued. "Especially not Sunoo."

"Of course I won't," Jay replied, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, "but Sunoo?"

"My mom and his dad used to date, apparently," you said, picking at your nails now. "That's why my dad thinks she wants to leave him."

"Sunoo's dad? But—"

"I really shouldn't get into it any further," you interjected quickly, "because that's Sunoo's business, too."

Sunoo never shared much about his family, so this was all news to Jay. Yet, he was sure he would have found out earlier if your mother was currently with Sunoo's father. Sunoo would've mentioned it, wouldn't he? What was your mother's motive then? Why would she walk out if her intent wasn't to leave her husband for an old flame?

Furthermore, Jay hardly realized that he kept gravitating closer and closer to you, but by the time your head was against his chest and his arm was around your shoulders, he realized he couldn't back away without offending you. He just hoped you weren't able to hear his heartbeat thundering in his chest.

"Is that why you two fell out?" he asked gently.

"Kind of." You angled your neck so that you could look up at Jay. "What about your family? You're always so mysterious."

"Mysterious? You've been to my apartment before."

"Not that—I just wanna know if you have secrets, too."

Jay swallowed thickly. "Everyone has secrets."

"But I wanna know more about you—your story, where you came from," you pressed, shifting your position so that you were facing him. Jay found it hard to breathe when you were so close. "I feel like you hide so much under the surface."

You have no idea, he thought, rueful.

Jay couldn't think of anything in particular that he could tell you, though. The only secrets he had were ones that he had to keep from you no matter what, especially when it came down to his work as a private investigator.

There was one thing, he supposed, that changed him forever. It wouldn't have done him any good to tell you about it—not when the very thought made his throat close up and his eyes water. He didn't even want to see the look on your face when you found out what he had done, what his client had on him.

"You're, like, insanely smart, too," you breathed out. "How is it you know everything? You even impressed everyone in the Order."

"I wouldn't say everything."

You shot him a pointed look. "Dr. Corvera literally offered you a research internship after lecture."

"Whoa." A faint smirk crept to his lips. "Are you stalking me or what?"

"I just happened to eavesdrop." Jay was far too delighted with the way you shied away from him. "But, seriously, why don't you give yourself enough credit? You're like... Master Oogway."

"The turtle? From Kung Fu Panda?" Jay deadpanned.

"Well, he's a tortoise."

"See? I didn't know that."

You scoffed lightly, voice dropping low as you rattled on, "And you're really good at Calculus, too... and you have a perfect GPA. Are you sure you're not—"

"I'm two years older, remember?" Jay cut you off before he could hear any of your theories, hoping that none of them implied that he was any more of an outsider than he felt. "I know how to code and I know around twenty programming languages, so the math sort of comes with that."

His answer only seemed to inspire more amazement in your eyes, and Jay suddenly felt hot even without his jacket.

"My only useful strength is talking to people," you said with a crooked grin, "which is why I'm pretty good at interviews and making people like me."

"I can tell. You're always the center of everything."

"Rude."

"That's not a bad thing," Jay said, shooting you a sideways glance. "People naturally gravitate toward you. You're just..." The whole package was what Jay wanted to say, but he was afraid that would get deeply misinterpreted, so he settled for saying, "You're just perfect."

Perhaps that wording was at greater risk for being deeply misinterpreted.

Your lips were parted for a moment—whether it was from shock or repulsion, Jay didn't want to know—and your eyes had a new gleam to them that he hadn't seen before. He wondered if his comment made you blush because you kept your head ducked down.

(And he wanted to kiss you. He really wanted to kiss you. This wasn't something Jay wanted to make obvious, but he found his gaze lingering on your lips for far too long before he managed to look away.)

He suddenly felt his mouth go dry while his heart did stupid backflips that you were sure to hear. How was he supposed to get himself out of this one? No, no, that wasn't what he meant—oh, but that was exactly what he meant.

"I'm not perfect at all," you said with a laugh. "Is that how you see me?" You shook your head. "I wish I was good at things like you are. I'm not as ambitious as you are either, which is a total waste. I always feel like someone else should've been born in my place."

That certainly would've made this mission much easier for him, but he felt as though your perception of him was misplaced. Ambition? Jay only wanted to help people, and he deduced over the years that he was terrible at that.

"I'm not that great as you're making me out to be," he said. "I'm really happy you think of me like that, but it's not like I've... changed the world or anything."

Jay remembered when he graduated college with Jake. Back then, Jay still had stars in his eyes and hopes for the future. Despite everyone who told him that his skills were better suited for a high-profile job complete with exploitation and corruption, Jay knew that he wanted to do something meaningful.

But that never happened. He was never going to save anyone.

You hesitated before you said, "You changed mine."

Jay sadly smiled at you, mostly because if you ever found out who he truly was, then you would quickly realize that he had probably changed your life for the worst.

Instead, he admitted in a soft voice, "You changed mine, too."

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SUMMARY ▸ private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ▸ longish chapter to make up for the tiny break i took 🫶

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SUMMARY: a video game store manager who’s desperately in love with her best friend finds her attention is on a certain gamer boy.

PAIRING: choi beomgyu x fem!reader, kang taehyun x fem!reader ft the rest of txt

GENRE: social media au, fluff, angst, humor, unrequited love, love triangle

WARNINGS: contains cursing, fighting, lowkey toxic friendships, extra warnings will be added before chapters if needed

STATUS: completed

TAG LIST: closed.

headerpic cred: bluemyracle on pinterest

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ATTENTION! — Part 8

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tag list! @jjunieworld @304files @run2seob @gyutarling @hhoneylix @crybabyzo3y ( if your name is bold i couldn’t tag you)

author’s note! operation get taehyun back

love, Echo 🖤

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ATTENTION! — Part 4 ✎

—FLASHBACK 5 YEARS AGO—

The cafeteria busted with life but Y/n and paid no mind. Her eyes were locked onto Jay. She’s found herself falling for the boy. Finger snapped in front of her face. Her eyes found Beomgyu’s. “Y/nie were you even listening!?” He shrieked. She nodded then shook her head. “I’m sorry Gyu I was distracted.”

Beomgyu looked over towards her line of sight. His heart was in his chest. Of course she was looking at him. “Y/nie, he’s bad news. He doesn’t like sweet girls like you.” Y/n looked at Beomgyu with sad eyes. “Boys like confident girls not cute little shy ones like you.” He poked her cheek.

“Boys don’t like me?” Beomgyu panicked. “ Of course they do Y/nie but they only want your innocence to corrupt, that’s why you should stay away from boys like Jay and stay with me.” He tried to fix his poor choice of words.

Of course boys liked Y/n. Beomgyu hated it. He hated when others had her attention. He wanted no he needed her attention on him always. No matter what. “I want boys like Jay to like me, how do I become confident like the other girls, how do I do that Beomgyu?” She was desperate. She wanted to be loved like the girls in the dramas.

“You don’t have to do anything Y/nie, you already have me. I’m the only man you need!” Beomgyu smiled messing up her hair before standing with his tray. “I’ll see you later Y/nie.” She waved bye but her eyes ended up right back towards Jay.

This time however he was walking towards her. He took a seat in front of her. “Hi.” he said. A blush took over her cheeks. “Hi.” She tried to sound confident. “ I seen you looking at me.” He started. “Oh my gosh I’m sorry for staring, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” She was rambling.

Jay laughed then smiled at the girl. “Stop that it’s okay! I thought it was cute.” Cute not confident. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime?” His voice interrupted her thoughts. Her eyes widened. “You wanna hang out with me?” She pointed to herself. He laughed again. “Yes you, so what do you say?” Y/n nodded. She completely dismissed Beomgyu’s warning from earlier.

“I’d love too!” She smiled. They exchanged numbers and for the first time Y/n felt confident.

Jay and Y/n texted back and forth for weeks. They hung out at the arcade, went to school functions together. She was on cloud nine. Beomgyu was withering in jealousy. How dare HIS bestfriend not give HIM attention. He hated it. God did he hate it.

Y/n was texting Jay at the lunch table when Beomgyu finally snapped. “Can you go five minutes without talking to him, I mean it’s like I don’t even exist to you anymore!” Y/n shut her phone and looked at Beomgyu with wide eyes. “I’m sorry Gyu.”

He sighed. “I’m sad Y/n, I miss you.” He said. Y/n rushed to his side of the table and wrapped her arms around him. His arms encased her. “I’m sorry Gyu, I promise to spend more time with you.” Beomgyu let out a sigh.

“No more isn’t enough, I need all your time. I love you Y/nie.” He said. Her mind was fuzzy. This feeling it was different. She wasn’t understanding. She knew she hated seeing Beomgyu upset and she wanted him to feel loved. Infact she DID love him. After that she stopped contacting Jay.

Over the next few months/years it became clear to Y/n that she was in love with her bestfriend. She only wanted him around. She paid no mind to other boys. However it was clear Beomgyu didn’t feel the same. He had girls coming and going. It made Y/n sick seeing another girl doing what she wished she could.

Whenever a boy came into Y/n’s life, Beomgyu was quick to chase them away, and Y/n was quick to fall back into his shadow. Helplessly and silently in love with the boy.

When the girls came into his life, it’s like Y/n never existed. He’d ignore her, walk the other way. Leave her on delivered. She hated those times. She hated how her heart let the boy back in whenever the girl went away.

It was the same toxic cycle over and over again. She couldn’t tell you why she loved Beomgyu. She could only tell you he made her tummy fill with butterflies. He was all she ever thought about. She wanted to be his.

—Present—

Y/n kind of figured Beomgyu was with a girl whenever he didn’t answer her calls or text. She wanted to ask him about his actions towards Taehyun. She wanted to scream at him for acting that way.

Taehyun had a point. Beomgyu was acting jealous. It wasn’t fair the girl thought. It wasn’t fair she couldn’t have new friends when he had a new girl every week. She felt sick. Her phone lit up with the notification that Taehyun was live.

She smiled and clicked into the stream. Her mind was at ease watching the boy play. Beomgyu for the first time was at the back of her mind.

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SUMMARY ˚* ❀ sat on the cold park bench y/n picked the petals off a daisy…”he loves me, he loves me not.” in which y/n is heeseung’s hidden relationship and she’s starting to realize maybe he doesn’t love her.

PAIRING ˚* ❀ lee heeseung x fem!reader, sim jaeyun x fem!reader ft the rest of enhypen

GENRE ˚* ❀ social media au, toxic relationships, age gap, angst, fluff, humor

WARNINGS ˚* ❀ gaslighting, toxic bf hee, fighting, cursing, warnings added before each chapter as needed

STATUS ˚* ❀ ongoing

TAGLIST ˚* ❀ open leave an ask or comment

PARTS ˚* ❀ preview | profiles 1 | profiles 2 | part one

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HE LOVES ME NOT ˚* ❀ part ten ✎

wc! 1.2k

warnings! fighting, toxic hee

y/n’s messages to jake were left unanswered and heeseung’s messages to her where the same. she couldn’t think to answer heeseung not now. all she could think about was why jake would lie to her. she’d understand if he had a girlfriend. y/n was tired of secrets. that seemed to be the only thing surrounding her at this point.

“do you really want to do this?” sunoo asked from his spot on her bed. y/n was digging through her closet looking for something to wear. “i mean if he’s not answering maybe he isn’t ready to talk, and what if he isn’t even there?” jungwon added from where he sat at her desk chair. she paid them no mind storming out of her closet holding two different dresses.

“which one?” she held each dress up against her body. one a nice black cocktail. the other a strapless red slip dress. the two boys stared slack jawed. never had the girl ever wore dresses like these two. “the red one.” sunoo answered. she smiled before returning to her closet. the dresses were gifts from heeseung as an attempted apology.

she quickly slipped the dress on. sunoo wolf whistled when she came out wearing the red dress. “where have you been hiding this?” he asked taking her hand and spinning her. she couldn’t help but giggle. “i’ve been saving it for a special occasion.” her eyes trailed her figure in the mirror.

“is that occasion getting jakey’s attention?” jungwon asked. then she remembered what she was getting dressed up for. anxiety bubbled up in her stomach. jake would be there, and probably with his girlfriend. why was she even going? she just wanted answers. that’s all. answers not jake’s attention.

“come on were going to be late.” sunoo yelled. y/n glanced at herself one more time before joining her friends downstairs. “are we really taking niki to a college party?” jungwon asked. “he wanted to be there for me! plus we haven’t seen him in days.” y/n answered opening the passenger side to his car.

jungwon picked niki up before driving to the party. there was already multiple cars and the music was blaring. y/n’s stomach bubbled with anxiety again. niki grabbed her hand. “it’s okay y/n we’re with you.” she smiled at the boy. “what’s your plan anyway?” sunoo asked. she paused, what was her plan?

“i just want to find jake and ask him why.” she stated simply. the boys shared looks of concern but nodded. before her anxiety could get the best of her, she hopped out of the car. inside the party was full swing. people dancing, playing games and everyone was drunk.

her eyes scanned the room looking for any signs of jake. she didn’t see him but her eyes landed on the two boys who were with heeseung at the mall. “that’s jay and sunghoon, friends of jake.” sunoo said in her ear. the girl nodded before taking off in their direction. jay patted sunghoon’s chest and they both trailed their eyes up her figure. “hi.” she said. jay smirked. “well hello.” sunghoon rolled his eyes. “do either of you know where jake is?” she asked. jay frowned. “why?” sunghoon asked.

“i need to talk to him.” y/n pressed. she really wanted to know where he was. “if you wanna know you have to pay the price.” jay smirked. “seriously? please just tell me it’s important.” she asked. sunghoon sighed already bored. “he’s upstairs, second the last door on the left.” she smiled. “thank you.” y/n left the boys and returned to her friends. “he’s upstairs, i’m going to go see him.”

sunoo grabbed her arm. “maybe wait for him to come down?” he suggested. y/n frowned. “why?” she asked. “y/n it’s a party, usually people go upstairs to uh.” jungwon trailed off. y/n nodded knowing what he was leaning at. “i’ll wait.” she said sadly. the thought of jake with a girl made her stomach churn.

the girl took off towards the drinks. one soon turned into five and she was starting to feel it. sunoo and jungwon were sober to afraid y/n was spiral.

the girl had grown impatient. there was no signs of the boy she came to see. “i have to pee.” she yelled. sunoo nodded watching her take off to the stairs. while waiting in line a door opening caught her attention. a girl half dressed with messy hair stumbled out of the room. then her heart dropped to her feet when heeseung followed his shirt unbuttoned. he smacked the girl’s ass causing her to squeak. y/n’s heart was beating so quickly and her blood was boiling.

“heeseung?” she asked. the boys eyes went wide when he looked at her. “what are you doing? who is that?” y/n’s mind was trailing a mile a minute. heeseung approached her carefully. “baby.” he started. “no.” she said backing away from him. “baby please, it’s not what you think.” he tried. y/n scoffed. “i’m not a fucking idiot heeseung.” she snapped.

the boy sighed. “i can’t fucking believe you.” she pushed against his chest. “y/n listen.” she shook her head. “no you listen, you don’t get to do this to me.” she pushed again. poking harshly. “stop it.” he growled backing her against the wall. her eyes went wide. heeseung stared down at her breathing heavily. “you’re being childish, what did you see huh? making assumptions.” he seethed. his grip tightened on her.

“heeseung let me go.” she shoved against him. heeseung was suddenly shoved off of her. y/n’s eyes went wide seeing jake hovering over him. “the fuck is wrong with you?” jake yelled. heeseung stood slowly. “i can ask you the same.” he scoffed.

“back off man, she’s fine. we’re fine.” heeseung said before taking a step towards y/n. the girl flinched. jake noticed and shoved heeseung back again. “back off.” he said lowly. “jake she’s my girl.” heeseung seethed. “oh yeah? which one?” y/n felt sick. so this wasn’t the first time. she was a secret because she wasn’t his only girl.

“you don’t know what you’re talking about.” heeseung snapped shoving jake back. “you’re cheating on her! you continue to hurt her.” jake was furious. “oh because she’s any better? why are you so defensive jake? did she spread her legs for you?” heeseung kept going. y/n had tears streaming down her face. “stop it.” she said.

however the boys didn’t listen and jake landed a harsh punch on heeseung’s jaw. before she knew it jake and heeseung were throwing punches. “STOP IT.” she screamed. it fell on deaf ears. heeseung rolled and was landing punches on jake. y/n had enough and tried pulling heeseung off. his elbow went back landing on the bridge of her nose.

the fighting suddenly stopped. red liquid dripped from her nose. “baby.” heeseung reached out. she pulled away from him. “baby please i’m sorry.” the girl scoffed. some one handed her a wad of toilet paper. the fight had gained some attention. “y/n?” jake asked reaching out. the girl shrugged him off. “i’m tired, tired of being a secret. tired of being hurt.” she said simply before walking downstairs.

sunoo and jungwon quickly blocked the girl from heeseung and jake’s eyes. niki placed his jacket on her shoulders. “petal.” jake pleaded. heeseung scoffed. her eyes found his. “stop it, i’m tired.”

“baby call me okay?” heeseung said. niki rolled his eyes. “no i won’t call you, in fact i’m done. we are done.” before he could reply she left. the boys in tow making sure she got home safely.

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author’s note ˚* ❀ saurrrrr sorry for this one everyone 😭 also tysm for all the love on this au! makes me so happy everyone is enjoying it🫶🏻

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