#jake drabbles

[doucious]

FEELS LIKE HEAVENㅤ୨୧ ㅤbetween your thighs

𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗛𝗥𝗡─────𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌.

❪ GALLERIA ❫ ｡ jake x fem ! reader 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 smut, oral ( f receiving ) ── MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !ㅤㅤ✦ ㅤ154Oㅤ／ㅤi love tutor jake. @hannism Hi

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you knew jake was a damn good tutor even before you had asked him to tutor you.

his students were the living example— loud and proud— praising him for his efforts and teaching abilities.

with a mind that simplifies even the most difficult concepts for you to understand and voice that sounds sweet like honey, jake knew exactly how to keep you motivated.

“so sweet baby,” and like a flower bending in the breeze, you follow the course his voice takes you, arching your back off the bed with just a single swipe of his tongue between your folds. “i can do this all day,”

he hasn’t even done anything.

you can feel him slide your panties off with ease while letting his tongue dance over your folds, keeping you on edge. it has got to be embarrassing, really, you’re already a whimpering mess, needing more.

and when you wrap your thighs around his head to have him closer, he can only let out a groan that sends vibrations against your core.

“shh, baby. be patient,” he chuckles low, bumping his nose against your clit. “let me make you feel good,”

and honestly, jake knows he would. just the sound of his name falling off your tongue like a prayer spurs him on into devouring you like he hasn’t eaten in weeks.

he huffs at the way your hips buck up, the way your fingers knit into his hair and try to pull him close, closer. he licks a stripe up your centre, the tip of his tongue toying with your clit while he is relishing in your melodious voice repeating his name in an airy whimper.

it was messy and glorious, all at once. his hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer, deeper against him, and your eyes widen when he latches onto your clit and sucks on it like a man starved.

“please,” the only coherent word you manage to let out and much to your disappointment, jake pulls back, looking into your eyes.

“want me to make you come, angel?” he’s making it torturous, almost wanting to make you beg, but seeing you nod impatiently, he leaves it for another day. “so needy,”

and he goes back to worshipping you with all his being. you taste like heaven on his tongue, dripping sweet and messy, all for him. his mouth works you out sloppily, teeth grazing your sensitive bud, drawing a low groan from you.

you’re a panting mess, eyes glistening with pleasure and tears, just the way he likes. jake continues to devour you at a wicked pace until you’re shaking with your sweet release. he could tell you were close, he knows you well enough for that.

“make a mess for me, darling,” he whispers against your already sensitive bud. his fingers reach over your folds and spread them wider. “let me taste you,”

your eyes roll back as you finally come with a flick of his tongue, and jake spells out all the declarations of praises and pride as he rides you out, drinking every drop of your release.

you quiver as he pulls away and licks your juices off his lips with a satisfied smile. you look beautiful, glowing from pleasure and sweat and gosh, he almost wants to ravish you again.

but jake knows rewards come with hard work, and as the responsible tutor he is, he wouldn’t spoil his student for nothing.

“clean up, angel face,” he presses a kiss against your inner thighs and gets off the bed. you’re ruined and jake fixes his hair, putting on glasses again. “we need to continue with today’s lesson,”

[boyfhee]

𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗

𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱───69O ៸៸ dad jake x readerㅤㅤ✦ㅤㅤfluff, humourㅤㅤ﹙◜ᴗ⁠◝⁠﹚ㅤㅤfor junify junikeu catjuni @yuons i love you my goat

jake is on a mission.

he looks at his dear, ever so cute, daughter with a more determined expression. he is holding her tiny hands in his with utmost care and tenderness, giving them a light squeeze.

“c’mon, princess, say it— pa-pa,” he can feel you sigh and shake your head from a distance but jake doesn’t give up. he never does. “you can do it,”

and she does it again— fixing her big adorable eyes on him while tilting her head slightly to the right. her cheeks are the cutest and her lips are in a curious pout, as if trying to discern his words.

jake almost cries again, she looks way too cute to be real.

another sigh falls off your lips. your husband is determined, you know he is salty because she refuses to call him papa on demand even though he tries to act otherwise. “let her be, jake. she’s going to do it at her own pace,”

“but she said it just now!” he retorts almost instantly, as if he is desperate. there’s a pout on his face too, you know exactly where your daughter gets her cuteness from. “i want to hear it again—” he looks at her again, gathering his hopes again. “—you’re going to do it for, papa. right, angel? pa-pa, say it,”

a second passes, then another.

she giggles, shoving her bunny plushie in his face and gosh, jake wants to sob his eyes out. his daughter, his little princess, the other love of his life ( well, because you are first ) is refusing to call him papa— his life is over.

the moment is interrupted when the door opens and your eyes light up at the sight of your five year old son in sunghoon’s arms, who hurriedly wriggles out of his hold and runs up to you.

sunghoon, on the other hand, makes his way to your husband, crouching in front of your daughter, mirroring jake. “hi, cutie pie,”

“shut up, hoon. she’s learning something important and you’re distracting her,” sunghoon scoffs in amusement and jake goes back to the tiny human in front of him, pressing a kiss on her hand. “say papa, you can do it, munchkin,”

it’s like clockwork, really. jake’s entire life comes down to this moment— and sunghoon’s too, because he is just as ingrossed as your husband.

your daughter blinks at the two pairs of eyes staring at her and she opens her mouth. she looks at her father intently and he can see the gears turning in her head. he almost jumps in excitement, cupping her cheeks and all. “almost there, sweetheart! pa-pa, say it,”

he spells out every syllable, doing very exaggerated lip movements— just anything that helps her say that magic word.

even you are intrigued now, watching her small hands grip the plushie. she is trying, almost overwhelmed by all the attention being on her. and then a quiet, soft sound rolls off her tongue. “h...hoom,”

jake crashes out for the fourth time that day.

[jiwuu]

꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 jake as your cutest chalant nerd bf

0.4k── fmr x sim jake, est. relationship, fluff

Jake’s sprawled on your bed, his long limbs taking up way too much space, glasses sliding down his nose as he waves his hands in the air dramatically.

“I’m just saying,” he starts for the third time, “if you think about how gravitational time dilation actually works, technically, time is moving slower for astronauts in orbit. like by microseconds sure but it adds up.”

You blink slowly, curled up next to him with your cheek pressed into your pillow. “Jake.”

He pushes his glasses up with one finger, totally ignoring your flat tone. “And then, if you apply that to the twin paradox don’t even get me started. One twin ages slower in space? Insane. Wild.”

“Jake,” you try again, softer this time.

“Also! Did you know the equations behind this stuff? Like, literal Einstein math. I feel sick. Look—” He rolls over, reaching for his phone, probably to pull up a diagram or something cursed.

You sit up slowly, leaning over him, your hand reaching for his glasses.

“Hm?” he hums distractedly as you gently pull them off his face and place them on the nightstand.

“Are you even breathing between facts?” you tease.

Jake finally looks up at you, eyes wide and sparkling behind where his glasses used to be, a slightly dazed look on his face like he just realized he’s been talking non-stop for 30 minutes.

“Was I being annoying?”

You smile, brushing a thumb over the soft skin under his eye. “No,” you murmur. “You’re just really cute when you nerd out.”

His ears go red instantly. “I am not cute—”

But you’re already leaning in, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. He stutters into silence.

“W-what was that for?” he mumbles, blinking up at you.

“For being the smartest most cutest dork I know.”

He exhales, lips twitching into a shy smile. “You’re just saying that cause I talk too much.”

You kiss him again—this time, right on his mouth. It’s soft, warm, and leaves him breathless. His hand finds your waist, holding you gently, his other hand still clutching his phone like he forgot it was even there.

“…Can I tell you about black holes next?” he whispers against your lips.

You laugh, forehead resting against his. “Only if you keep kissing me between the facts.”

Jake’s smile grows, nerdy and smug and totally lovesick. “Deal.”

© jiwuu, all rights reserved.

letters from author ୨୧ i love chalant nerds the epitome of my type

[thinemoonshine]

⋆𐙚₊ 𝓭𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝓭𝐨𝐥𝐥 ˚⊹♡

human doll!jake x soft-hearted!female reader content(s): jake is not an actual doll, he is a touch-starved man, obsessive mannerisms, reader is described as a saint, the way jake yearns is ravenous — you're the little gift to fill the human doll's hollow shell

you don’t know.

you don’t know how much you mean to jake. and at first, neither did he.

jake is the living epitome of perfection. he is sweet as honey gold and his face is sculpted in a perfect blend of sharp and delicate—allowing him to both tempt and yet, melt the hearts of many. his voice is mellow and fresh paired with a cute accent and his bod is carved to utter perfection.

everybody knows him, everyone adores him and those that hate him can't help but want to be him.

there’s just one problem: he's…empty. like a porcelain doll. a pretty and glamorous exterior only to be devoid of soul and spirit.

it's not his fault. he's been this way for as long as he remembers and even when his parents have tried their very best to 'fix' him, he couldn't find it within him to be the way they wanted him to be.

so he adapted.

he finds that things become easier the more he acts the way as his parents wish. they want him to smile, he laughs. they want him to be smart, he excels. they want him to be sad, he cries. and he's been living in such way for as long as he remembers.

this exhaustive cycle recurs so ceaselessly that he's forgotten how to truly be—living his days more as a doll than he is human.

but it's fine. he's used to it and it's become as easy as breathing. as long as he follows his scripts and lifts his limbs in accordance with their strings, there should be no problem.

...until you came.

because now, sitting on your kitchen counter, drenched from the rain, with you standing between his parted knees as you patch the cut on his temple, he can't find it himself to act—well, like a puppet.

he can’t remember the lines he’s recited his whole life, nor the facial expressions he’s performed to perfection. the strings on his joints have loosened, leaving him limp at your disposal and when your eyes meet his, he forgets how to breathe.

because all he can think of is you, you and you.

“i told you the next time i see you i’m gonna pour salt in your wound,” you remind in a grumpy mumble and the natural curls at the corners of jake’s lips pull higher.

and there are no threads forcing them. he smiles simply because he wants to, he feels like doing it—an instinctive, uncalculated thought.

he did it just because he wants to.

and it’s all because of you.

“do it. pleasure, pain—” he expresses suddenly, making you look up at him and his pretty brown eyes flicker between yours down to your lips before returning to your gaze. “—as long as it's you, i won’t complain.”

your brows knit at his words before you scoff, thinking of it as a joke but, no.

oh, no no no.

never will jake jest about this. he doesn’t care what you do to him because whatever it is, it always ends with him feeling. you make him…human. and he will take anything you give him—even a stake through his heart—if it meant it’s by your hands. from you to him.

…

he’s getting a bit greedy.

feathery touches and longing gazes aren’t enough anymore. he wants more.

he needs more, more of you. and jake, picture perfect jake, has no doubt that he will get what—who—he wants.

time passes and you’re at the point of friendship where you're comfortable enough to let him hang around your place. watching movies while snacking, cooking together, even having little skincare nights—all these domestic activities that jake never found a point in, he finds it with you.

suddenly everything mattered. when it’s with you, everything is significant, a momentous occasion. even something as mundane as brushing your teeth.

one night, when comfortable silence enwraps both your bods and the film being the background noise in the living room, jake finds himself staring at you. you’re sleeping soundly—defenselessly—on the couch with your legs sprawled, head lolled to the side, lips slightly parted and throat exposed to breathe comfortably.

jake’s practically vibrating in his seat from restraint, nails clawing into his thighs as he sits on his heels to ground himself. his breaths are shaky, shoulders trembling and the blacks of his eyes push the deep brown of his irises as they’re fixed on you who’s so inviting, laid out upon him like a meal on a golden platter and driving him near manic.

his teeth chew on his plump bottom lip mercilessly—nearly drawing blood as he swallows painfully. oh, how cruel you are.

he finds himself laying his head on your stomach as he sits on the floor beside the couch—letting himself be lulled by the rhythmic raise and fall of your abdomen. his eyes shut to focus on his favourite lullaby, your breaths, as he revels in your burning warmth even through the constricting fabric of your shirt.

jake shudders at the intensity of it all.

jake loves you. he craves you, yearns for you. it’s no longer just because of how you fill the hollowness inside of him. instead, he wants to be the one embedded within you—to take space in the deepest, most dark and intimate crevices of your being. he wants to feel every inhale and exhale you make, see the colours of the world through your eyes, to be the voice you speak, the thoughts you think—to be one. a soul and spirit shared.

never parting, never one without the other.

without his notice, his hand has made its way to grip your arm with the most secure yet, trembling touch—nails resting just above your skin from clawing into your flesh. “(y/n)…”

it’s a soft mewl, most delicate. but the unfamiliarity of it within the constant noise manages to stir you awake and you furrow before spotting the young man who’s now nuzzling into your torso.

“jake? what’s wrong?”

your voice. your voice.

he whimpers, unable to muster his words with you echoing in his ears and rattling his bones so he lifts his face—instantly alarming you with the way he looks absolutely flushed and unfocused.

his eyes glazed and glossy, ears red down to his face and neck as he pants. his dark brows are knitted, a mien of agony yet, something else. but they’re left irrelevant when you spot the crimson liquid spilling from the cut in his lip slowly dripping down to his jaw.

“jake!” you’re quick to cup his face before wiping the blood away, inspecting the injury with utmost care and concern it makes him cry. “what happened?”

he only shakes his head, tears spilling past his lashline. “i’m sc-scared. you’re gonna leave me one day. you’ll find someone else and i’ll be—alone…” he manages to stutter through his sobs and you frown, confused.

but then it hits you. from all the times you’ve seen jake, he’s always been painted with bruises and wounds—way beyond the point of normalcy. you should’ve known there was something amiss.

he’s never shared anything about his life, his background, if there was ever any at all.

you should’ve known. how foolish of you to monopolize all his time and company without bothering once to ask of how he is. with the way he’s always nodding without hesitation, you’d forgotten that he has his own life. one that you know nothing of.

“i’m sorry,” you utter quietly, remorsefully, as you open your arms to let the other climb onto your lap and cry into your shoulder. your hands find refuge just as he does—one cradling his head and the other smoothing across his back—and your focus on guilt and comfort distracts you from noticing how he trembles and sighs with every caress. “i’m so sorry, jake. i will never leave you, i promise.”

your image of him—perfectly curated by the man himself—blinds you from seeing how your whispers against his ear has him keeling and mewling your name, how your gentle tugs against his hair has him groaning and nipping at your shoulder, how your affections has sent him utterly, irrevocably insane.

you’re so sweet, and soft-hearted—a true saint. strong against strong and weak against the weak. there never was a competition since the beginning when the winner is clear.

and as jake held you tight against him—strong, steel cage disguised as warm, gentle arms trapping you against his chest—he whispers your name with such reverence that has your soft heart completely wrecked yet, whole at the same time.

it’s touching to have someone to care for you so much, to need you as one needs air and the way jake treats you, it might just seem your significance is above it.

he breathes in your scent, searing it into his senses as his hands memorize your shape, wishing to carve and mold a statue of you—a semblance of you to keep close when you’re not around.

his eyes open suddenly as he gently feels you rock him side to side.

what is he saying? you’re his now. he doesn’t have to make a false you. nothing can compare to you, anyways. he grins at the realisation, one that reaches from ear to ear as his limbs coil tighter around you—almost akin to a constricting snake. but you don’t mind. he needs you. it’s only right for you to be there for him—whenever it is.

and so for the very first time, jake, the human puppet, has his very own doting doll. and he will play with her, cherish her and love her to his heart’s content.

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[nephynes]

hear me out. obsessed psycho jake. just imagine him acting like the most affectionate and perfect boy ever and when no one is looking he is completely insane over you…. like deadass insane

i literally couldn’t resist oh gosh

MDNI

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You love Jake so much it hurts sometimes.

He’s so perfect. The kind of boyfriend your friends tease you about like where did you even find him and can he teach a class or something? Your parents adore him. Strangers stop you in coffee shops to compliment the way he pulls out your chair or rests his hand on the small of your back when you walk through doors. He buys you flowers just because, walks on the street side of the sidewalk. He remembers the names of your professors and how you like your tea - hot, with just a little honey, no lemon and he always keeps it waiting for you after a long day.

When you cry, he cries. He hates seeing you hurt, he holds you like you’re made of porcelain and whispers things into your hair like I’ll fix it. I promise. And he does. Every time.

He remembers every detail you give him. That one movie you mentioned offhand in sophomore year? He finds a rare DVD copy and wraps it for you, no occasion. The stuffed animal you loved as a kid? He tracks it down on eBay. You joke sometimes that he knows you better than you know yourself and he just smiles, kisses your forehead, and says, “Of course I do.”

He’s attentive. Gentle and so thoughtful.

So you forgive the little things.

Like how he always knows where you are, even if you didn’t tell him. How he shows up outside your class just as you’re leaving, says he was “in the area.” How he texts within five minutes if you don’t answer. How he noticed when you started following someone new on Instagram and asked you about it with a soft smile and steady eye contact, like it didn’t mean anything. Like he wasn’t waiting to hear if your answer was the wrong one.

Sometimes, when you’re cuddling, his arms tighten just a little too much. Just for a second. You always chalk it up to passion. To love.

And when you ask him why he never takes his eyes off you, why he watches you like he’s studying you, memorizing you, he just says, voice quiet, “Because I need to know you. All of you. Always.”

It’s romantic. It’s flattering.

Until sometimes it’s not.

Until the night you come home late. Just about thirty minutes. Group project ran a little too long, someone wanted to get food, you didn’t think to tell him and he’s already waiting inside your apartment.

You blink. “How did you—?”

“I have a key, remember?” he says, voice sweet. “You gave it to me, baby.”

You did. You don’t remember when. But you must’ve.

He smiles. It’s soft. It’s… off.

“I was worried about you. You’re usually home by now.”

“I just—got caught up, that’s all. Sorry.”

He nods. Still smiling. Then steps forward.

And when he kisses you this time, it’s deeper. Slower. Not just affection, it’s something way heavier. Possessive.

You try to pull back, say something light, but he’s already tugging you closer, walking you backwards toward the bedroom.

“Jake—”

“You love me, right?”

You freeze.

“Of course I do.”

His eyes darken, lips brushing your jaw. “Then show me.”

The switch is so gradual you almost miss it.

He’s still smiling. Still murmuring sweet things as he undresses you, lays you back on the bed like you’re delicate but his hands are shaking.

He strips you bare slowly, reverently, kissing every new patch of exposed skin like it’s sacred.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes. “Sometimes I think you’re not real. Like I made you up.”

You whisper his name, soft, breathy, and he groans like it hurts. His fingers tremble when they touch you, drag down your stomach, your thighs. He mouths at your chest, at your ribs, at your hips like he’s starving and you’re the only thing that can feed him.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers against your skin. “I can’t. I’ll go fucking insane.”

“Jake, I’m not—”

He cuts you off with a kiss, wet and messy and deep. You feel it in your throat.

“I know you talk to other people,” he says suddenly, breath hot. “I know you smile at them. Let them near you. But you’re mine, baby. You understand that, right?”

His voice is sweet. But it’s shaking.

“I just need to hear it. Need you to say it.”

You nod, dazed, lips parted.

“I’m yours,” you say. “I’m only yours.”

His hands grip your thighs so tight and he groans again. Like you’ve given him something he can finally breathe in.

“You don’t know what that does to me,” he says, lining himself up, dragging the tip of his cock through your soaked folds. “Hearing you say that.”

And when he pushes in, it’s slow. Deliberate. Deep.

You cry out, overwhelmed, not just from the stretch, but from how intimate it feels. He’s watching you the whole time. Breathing like he’s trying not to lose control.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Take it, baby. Let me in.”

You can’t think. Can’t breathe. He’s fucking you like he’s trying to merge with you, like it’s not enough to be inside, he wants to stay there. Forever.

“You feel that?” he groans, grinding deep. “No one else gets to feel you like this. No one else even gets to look at you like this.”

He fucks you slow but hard, never pulling out too far, never letting you get used to it. His hands move everywhere, your hips, your throat, your cheek, like he needs to hold every part of you at once.

“Say it,” he pants. “Say it’s mine.”

“It’s yours,” you gasp. “Jake—fuck—it’s all yours.”

“And you’re mine.”

“Yes—yes, I’m yours.”

He kisses you again. Sloppier this time. Less practiced. His rhythm starts to stutter and you think maybe he’s close but then he stops completely.

You whimper, confused, on the edge of sobbing.

He smiles. Brushes your hair from your face. “Beg.”

Your eyes go wide. “W-what?”

“I said beg. Tell me how badly you need me. How you’d lose your fucking mind without me.”

And you do.

Because he’s still inside you. Because your body’s on fire. Because your brain can’t make sense of anything but him.

“I need you, Jake. I’d go crazy without you. I’d die without you—please, please don’t stop—”

He lets out a sound between a growl and a laugh, hips snapping forward so deep you swear he hits something new.

“There’s my girl,” he breathes. “Always so good for me.”

You can’t remember your own name.

Just his.

Jake Jake Jake Jake.

You don’t know how long it lasts. How many times you come. How many things he makes you say.

By the time he finishes, buried deep, panting your name like a prayer, you’re shaking.

He kisses your forehead. Wraps you in his arms like nothing happened.

“See?” he whispers, voice thick with adoration. “No one will ever love you like I do.”

And you believe him.

Because no one else could.

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• a/n: RAHHHHHH

[miumura]

WAiTiN’ ON CALLS — S. JAEYUN 𓂃 ⭑

( 엔하이픈 제이크 ) : jake misses you — too much for his own liking. he tries to move on, and by doing so, he gives you one last call. usually it would go directly to voicemail, but instead, he was greeted with you on the other line.

──── ex!jake x gn ! r . . . ⌕ ex 2 lovers, second chance, angst, fluff ∿ 𝔀ord count 2.1K+ ( 2196 ) ╱ HAPPY BF JAKE DAY 🤍 i’ve been dying to write a fic using this pic of jake ever since it got posted … so this is for me and my jake baes 🤍

Jake knew he was beyond exhausted—so tired that all he could manage after work was to head straight for his bed, not even bothering to take off his suit.

But despite the dim lighting and the comfort of sinking into his mattress, sleep refused to come. He tossed and turned, tried counting sheep, but nothing worked. Frustrated, he sat up, turning on the radio to a soft, quiet tune as he stared at his phone.

He already knew what was on his mind.

His gaze settled on his contact list, focusing on one name—yours.

He missed you, more than he cared to admit. His eyes lingered on your icon, a picture he’d secretly taken during one of your dates. You’d demanded he delete it, but he never did. Instead, he kept it as a reminder of you, proudly showing it off whenever he got the chance.

A small, bittersweet smile crept onto his lips as his eyes trailed down to your name, the ache in his chest growing a little heavier.

My Love. He never bothered changing it—that name was reserved for you, and only you. Was it strange for him to keep it that way? He wasn't sure, but what he did know was that no matter what, you’d always be his love, even if he was the only one who still believed it.

Should he call you again?

His finger hovered over your name, hesitating—a rare feeling for him. He’d always called before, whenever he had a free moment. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, just a way to clear his head, but it had become a habit. Strangely enough, he found relief in those calls. They always went straight to voicemail, and he was certain you never listened to them.

That’s where he poured his heart out, leaving messages that no one would hear. It was sad, but in a way, comforting—like shouting into the void, knowing there'd be no echo, no response.

He often wondered why you hadn’t blocked him yet. Maybe, if you did, it would finally force him to move on.

Maybe that would give him the push he needed to let go.

But deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. He was the one holding onto the past, the one clinging to old habits. Why did he think calling you, of all things, would help him get over you? Even if someone asked him, he wouldn’t know how to explain it.

Maybe he didn’t really want to.

Maybe, just maybe, he was still hoping for something—anything—from you.

He just wanted to hear your voice again, even though it felt impossible at this point. Pressing his lips together, he finally tapped the call button. Placing the phone on his thigh, Jake ran a hand through his hair, unable to look at the screen as the rings buzzed in the quiet room.

As usual, he fully expected you wouldn’t answer.

Normally, the sting of disappointment would hit him when you let his calls go unanswered, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything was going to change.

This would be the last time he stared at your contact, the last time he pressed your number, and the last voicemail he'd leave. Tonight, he was finally going to say goodbye.

Tonight—

"Hello?"

His body went still.

For a moment, Jake couldn’t believe it. Your voice, so familiar yet distant, cut through the static of the call. He had rehearsed this moment over and over in his mind, but now that it was real, his words were trapped in his throat.

"Jake?" you repeated, sounding confused, maybe even concerned. "Are you there?"

He swallowed, trying to collect himself. "Hey," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I didn’t expect you to pick up."

There was a brief silence on the other end, making his heart race, before you spoke again. "I didn’t expect to get so many calls... or all the voicemails."

"You... you listened to them?" he asked, barely able to believe it.

“Caught up on all of it yesterday,” you admitted, your voice surprisingly calm. “You really sent a lot, huh?”

Jake’s heart was pounding so loudly that it drowned out his own thoughts. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The plan to say goodbye, the resolution he had built up in his mind, seemed to dissolve the moment he heard your voice.

He didn’t want to mess this up—he couldn’t.

“I still didn’t expect you to actually listen to them,” he said, his voice shakier than he wanted it to be.

“How could I not?” you chuckled softly, attempting to ease the awkward tension. It was strange, both of you knew it. Talking to your ex, someone you swore you’d never contact again, felt surreal.

And yet, here you were—on the phone, waiting for him to say something more.

Jake took a breath, the weight of his next words heavy on his chest. "I was planning on this being the last call,” he confessed. “Since you never really picked up... I figured I was just bothering you."

There was a pause on the other end, and he held his breath, wondering what you’d say next.

"Would it be wrong to say I had a feeling?" you finally replied, voice soft.

"How could you tell?"

"Just... a gut feeling," you said, as if searching for the right words. "Or maybe because… I knew you."

His heart couldn’t help but falter—he knew you were not lying. You did know him, deeply once. But that closeness had slipped away when life had led you down different paths.

"Yeah," was all he could muster, the simplicity of the word masking the storm of emotions within him. He wasn’t sure how to move forward, or if he even wanted to.

“Do you mean every single voice message?” you asked, breaking the silence that had settled between you two. Jake’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the question.

“Of course I do,” he replied, gripping his phone tightly, as if it could somehow bridge the distance between you. His heart was pounding; he needed to make this count. “There isn’t a single thing I’ve sent to you that I’d ever want to take back. Every word was real. It’s exactly how I feel about you... about us.”

For a moment, vulnerability hung between you, both knowing this conversation could change everything. Jake could only hope you’d feel it too, that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to turn this into something more.

“Come see me then.”

“Huh?” Jake’s breath hitched, unsure if he’d heard you right.

“You’re not going to leave me hanging this time, are you?” you asked with a light chuckle, though your voice held a hint of nervousness. You hoped the laughter would mask how your heart was pounding, racing in anticipation.

Jake barely registered the words before he was scrambling to grab his keys, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. “Not this time,” he stammered, his voice shaking with excitement and a touch of panic. He could feel his pulse hammering as he fumbled with his shoes, trying to keep his hands steady.

The thought of seeing you, of finally closing the distance he’d been feeling for so long, filled him with both anticipation and nervous energy.

"Take your time," you teased, though he could hear the faintest tremor in your voice, as if you were trying to calm yourself, too. But he knew he wouldn’t—couldn’t—wait.

He barely managed to lock his door, nearly tripping as he rushed down the stairs. His mind raced, playing over every word, every message he’d sent, wondering if this was finally his chance to make things right.

As he reached his car, hands fumbling for his keys, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus, to drive safely. But his heart wouldn’t slow, each beat pushing him forward with a desperate urgency.

Jake barely remembered the drive over, his mind racing faster than the car itself. As he pulled up in front of your house, he felt a fresh wave of nerves settle over him. He sat there for a second, gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady his breath.

This was it.

With a final deep breath, he stepped out of the car and walked up the path to your door, his heart pounding with every step. He hesitated before raising his hand to knock, his mind swirling with questions.

But before he could overthink it, the door swung open, and there you were, standing there in the soft glow of your porch light. For a split second, neither of you spoke, caught up in the quiet intensity of the moment.

“Hi,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, though he could see the same nervousness reflected in your eyes. “Still in your work attire?”

Jake looked down, realizing for the first time that he was still in his slightly rumpled shirt and loosened tie, his rushed appearance suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous. He let out a small, embarrassed laugh, reaching up to grab his tie as if he could somehow hide it from you. But when he looked back up, he wore a shy smile, his eyes creasing in that gentle way that had always made your heart skip.

Before he could say anything else, you stepped closer, reaching up to fix his tie, your fingers brushing against the fabric with a delicate touch that sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed, feeling his pulse quicken. It was such a simple gesture, yet it felt like slipping back into something deeply familiar, a memory that had never truly faded.

“There,” you murmured softly as you adjusted the tie, smoothing out the collar. Your hand lingered for just a second longer, and in that moment, Jake felt everything—the unspoken words, the history, the quiet yearning.

“Thank you,” he managed, his voice a little rough.

"I didn’t realize you wanted to see me that badly… especially after just finishing your shift,” you said with a hint of surprise. “You’ve always loved your job.”

Jake let out a small, wistful laugh, meeting your gaze. “Even after a long shift, that isn’t enough to distract me from you,” he admitted. You both knew how deeply he was dedicated to his work, how it had once been the thing that drew him away from you, consuming his time and energy. Something he loved had taken his real love away from him. But he couldn’t dwell on regrets now, not when this chance was standing right in front of him.

“Every time I get back from work, I have to leave a voicemail,” he confessed quietly, his words hanging between you both.

“Every night?” you asked, startled. You hadn’t realized just how much he’d been reaching out in those messages, hadn’t counted the days it had spanned. “That’s… a lot, Jake.”

He nodded, his gaze steady and sincere. “There hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought about you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice raw with honesty.

You looked at him, noticing how he pressed his lips together, a nervous habit he’d never quite outgrown. His hair was neatly parted, and his suit fit him perfectly, accentuating the small changes time had brought to him. Somehow, he looked even better than you remembered—or maybe it was simply because you’d missed him more than you’d realized.

“Jake,” you murmured, almost as if testing his name again, letting it fill the space between you both. “I really missed you too.”

At your words, Jake’s face lit up, his cheeks lifting with a smile he couldn’t contain, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat, but when he turned back, his grin only grew wider as he saw your own smile mirroring his.

“Then… would you let me stay the night?” he asked softly, his voice hopeful, though almost immediately he seemed to second-guess himself. His smile faltered as he began to backpedal, a nervous laugh escaping. “Or, if that’s too much, we could just sit outside, or… in my car? Just to talk, to catch up—or maybe just to let me finally say all these things I’ve kept hidden.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, finding his nervous rambling unexpectedly endearing. It was hard to remember the last time you’d seen Jake like this—unsure, almost shy. Without another word, you reached out and grabbed his arm, gently tugging him inside.

“You can stay,” you said, a warmth in your voice that eased the lingering tension in the air.

Jake blinked in surprise, his nervous expression melting into something more tender as he stepped inside. The familiar warmth of your home wrapped around him, but it was the simple presence of you that truly eased him. He hadn’t realized how much he'd longed for this—just to be near you again.

As he looked at you, a quiet realization washed over him, clear and undeniable. He wasn’t just here because he needed to be; he was here because he wanted to be.

Wherever you were, that was where he wanted to be too.

‘💬’ ─── may active soph come back after this one 😖!

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[kiztae]

raindrops ― s.jaeyun

genre: fluff, very suggestive, boyfriend trope

wc: 1.2k

warnings: f.reader, making out ( alot), dry humping, slightly sub! or switch!jake, praise, neediness.

summary: it's cold, it's raining, you and your boyfriend like each other way too much and know just how to feel warmer admist this rainy weather.

a/n: this is pretty short, i had an impulse to write after seeing this jake concept pic and this was what came out. i could possibly write a pt. 2, if you'd like ◡̈ . i also wanted to post after ghosting this account for so long. i hope you enjoy! (ps. jake is dangerously pretty, get this man under control.)

"but it's so cold!" he whined playfully.

small droplets of water were pouring over your window as you laid down, each of your body's temperatures radiating against the other, serving as the best source of warmth in the middle of this chilly rain night.

"you're being such a baby. a cute one, but a baby." you chuckle in response, your hands tracing soft circles over your boyfriend's t-shirt covered back. "just for a little while! come on."

were you being unproductive? maybe. did it matter? no. your exams were finally over and you had spent the last days catching up on anything that was not related to your studies (thank god).

when you first tried to move your icy hands under jake's t-shirt and onto his wide back you were met with a quick yelp and a tug away from him as he whisper-shouted a "woah!" in amazement.

you both giggled it off but he made sure to grab your hands in his and kiss them gently while he cuddled you even more tightly (which seemed impossible before) as the sweet loving boyfriend he was. the same sweet loving boyfriend who while doing so prohibited you from repeating your past try for a warm up.

"i like you so much, but that is so not happening." he stared at you with a smile and then a playful squint of his eyes as he reached back for your waist to push you further against him, closing his eyes briefly while he hid his face in the crook of neck. "i can keep you warm enough like this." he muffled.

"oh please, that's just an excuse to get closer to my chest. don't think i don't know you well enough, sim." you rolled your eyes with a brief giggle and then moved one hand to his hair and started to play with it softly, admiring your boyfriend's pretty features in awe.

"hah, maybe." he replied with amusement. if you thought you liked your boyfriend too much, he was entirely drunk on you. he took in your scent, your skin against his, all of you with such intent, almost as if you were surreal and just an illusion. you were perfect. if he could, he'd chew you up.

"mm, maybe you should keep me warm like this." you sighed with satisfaction as you curled your finger on his hair with a bit more strength, earning the cutest reaction from your boyfriend, a shaky breath and his hazy eyes staring up at you.

"yeah?" he smiled, his excitement being obvious but you loved it just like that. you both always took care of each other, these moments were your favorite.

"yeah." you hooked a handful of his hair in your hand and carefully brought him up to your face with enough force to make him breathe out from the pull but not hurt him, at least not for now.

"you're so perfect." he managed to let out quietly before he smashed his lips on yours impatiently. as always, his lips felt so plush against yours, even with the almost insatiable way in which he was kissing you, he made it feel soft. his mouth quickly started to devour yours once you slightly parted it open for him, your breath getting caught in your chest with how hot you were starting to feel. you could feel his tongue brush against yours, the palm of his hand caress your cheeks, all while he grasped you so intently.

he could never get tired of kissing you. he was pretty sure it was one of his most favorite things to do, no matter the time or place. if he could have you, be with you, he would do so.

"mnf― jake―" you spoke breathlessly, your mind now lost on him and barely able to speak a few words. you don't know why you even tried to say something when you already know just how heated you both get once you start.

"babe? ha― you good?" he muttered out without really stopping to pepper you with kisses, his hands now starting to roam your body, grabbing whatever he could with pure need.

"mhm― yeah, so good." your arms wrapped themselves around his neck in a sweet embrace. the boy quickly nodded with a tiny chuckle of satisfaction, moving his hands further down to start groping your ass, filling his hands with it.

"you're so hot. god―" without even pronouncing the end of his sentence clearly, his mouth was on yours again. it was like he was eating you up, like a starved man. with his hands on your ass, he managed to start pressing you against his hardening crotch, pushing against you almost in a desperate way. "you're warm now, every inch of your skin..." he grasped your thigh with a certain force that made you whine into him, your arms closing in on him even more. his whispers between kisses and his straight up fondling of you made your actions get gradually sloppy with how good it felt to have him on top of you.

"jake― faster." you whined while one of your hands reached for his hair again, aware of much it riled him up. you weren't sure how but you already felt like you were on fire, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap any moment with the way your boyfriend's hips pushed against your center so well.

"whatever you need― fuck, i'm close. i'm sorr―" before he could even try to finish that sentence, you shut him up quickly with a colliding of your lips on his, not wanting to hear anything like an apology right now. he was just so sweet, he wanted to make you feel so good, could you really blame him?

you both could not help the constant airy gasps between kisses, your bed starting to shake in sync with jake, both of you too lost in the moment to care about anything other than giving each other pleasure.

he went to grab your waist with one hand, placing the other against the back of your head to keep you both close to each other, neither of your mouths wanting to separate. it wasn't anything new, you both knew just much you needed to feel each other's lips on yours, loving to taste each other. to eat each other up, to your last breaths.

with a few last grinds of your boyfriend's hips on yours, you both moaned into each other's mouths while your highs took you over the edge, your breaths echoing around the room with rhythm.

"i am... definitely not cold anymore." he chuckled while he pressed his forehead against yours and placed a few strands of your hair behind your ear carefully.

"yeah? so i can finally get my cold hands under your shirt?" you ask while being unable to help your cheeky grin as you still tried to catch your breath.

"oh. that was not what i was saying― y/n!―" before he could finish talking, you had already jumped the boy and swept your chilly hands on his back while you both laughed and he tried his best to wiggle himself out of your grasp.

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© kiztae, 2024

[eunandonly]

theorising : us in parallel worlds

୨୧ ; you and jake sim are in completely different orbits! how did you defy the laws of physics and end up with him?

pairing! physicalsciencesmajor!jake x historymajor!reader | wc. 0.8k | warnings: possibly incorrect science and uni terms, attempted humour, probably cringe EN-

🖇️ : jake version is out now!! this was so cute to write and the reader is so me i can’t do maths and physics either ㅠㅠ need jake to tutor me frfr

so you see

you’ve never been maths and science smart

you’ve always been better at the humanities subjects and the languages, even from middle school

you are the history, geography and literature ACE.

well, jake’s the opposite

he devours maths equations and quantum physics papers for breakfast and proceeds to choke over basic history — more under cut!!

“when did the first world war end?”

“uh, i dunno. BUT did you know something can be a wave and a particle at once?”

jake was the kid that memorised the digits of pi FOR FUN.

he’s the guy who understood organic chemistry and quantum physics when he was nine

like you didn’t even have a consciousness when you were nine how tf was jake understanding quantum physics

of course jake’s a physical science and engineering major

you meet him at uni in your history department because he was waiting for his friend to come out of lecture

and DAMN he’s a lil cutie

you just watched him leaning on the hallway wall whilst you were sitting on that one random really comfortable sofa in the corner

you were NOT expecting him to suddenly stroll over to you

like why is that guy walking over to the sofa WHY IS HE LOOKING AT YOU

he's just here to ask you where the hell the lecture hall for the class that teaches history about people who died a lightyear before is

and you’re just like “oh, you mean ancient history? it’s right over there, room 204.”

he shoots you the most beautiful smile you've ever seen and says "thanks" before leaving

you're just kind of sitting there staring at his retreating figure

WHY IS HE SO SO CUTE????

it might not show but jake's also silently thinking about that

how did he not notice someone like you sooner?

like you're perfect it doesn't matter that the campus is huge and you two are different majors HOW HAS HE NEVER NOTICED YOU

you never even got to know that guy's name and you're scared that you won't ever see him again

you're just mentally kicking yourself for not asking for his name (and number)

you only manage to find him through intensive, if not obsessive internet research with your best friend

you learn that this cute guy's name is jake sim and that he's double majoring in physical sciences and engineering bc he's a lil crazy

how is his skin glowing with that kind of schedule

you always look for him in the university hallways YOU EVEN GO TO THE SCIENCES DEPARTMENT

but you never find him (it's because jake's poking his nose into every history lecture hall instead of being in his department trying to get a glimpse of you)

like he even goes to the philosophy lecture halls bc you sometimes go to them for fun

it’s giving zeno’s paradox omfg ITS GIVING PAULI EXCLUSION PRINCIPLE (except yall aren’t an electron)

but in one of your university's annual festivals you get to see him again!!

you were just in line to buy some lemonade with your friend when he lines up behind you

he recognises you straight away and gives you that smile that's been embedded in your memory for the past month and says a little hello

your friend just leaves because she's been getting daily updates about this guy named jake sim with pictures included

you're just left alone with him and you're so busy staring at him that you don't hear the lemonade stand cashier ask what you want to order

jake buys you a cup of lemonade SUCH A GENTLEMAN

you two have so much fun together at the festival

jake evens wins you a plushie with the darts at one of the stalls

"how're you so good at that? those games are designed to make you lose."

"you just need to understand the science behind it."

turns out jake is really easygoing which you didn't think was possible from an engineering major

you two make plans to meet up together and study at the science department library

tell me why the science library is so much better than the one you go to.

the sofas are so much more nap friendly and it just looks prettier yk

jake helps you with your maths and science studies

you thought you would be free of maths and science once you graduate from high school but turns out basic classes are in the core curriculum

it was a very big disappointment when you found out WDYM YOU STILL HAVE TO DO CALCULUS

you barely managed to do long divisions in primary, you can't do this shit anymore

it's okay, not only is jake really really smart, he's also really really patient

in return, you help jake boost his shitty core humanities grade

he's been barely scraping by

"y/n, i swear, i can memorise dates and all that stuff but i can't with the essays."

jake confesses to you during one of your little study sessions

he sends you a cute heart on the desmos graphing calculator (such a nerd omg)

you two are THE power couple

you get As in your maths and science now and the professor doesn't give you dirty looks anymore

jake managed to boost his grade as well DREAM COUPLE FRFR

✉️: @icyy-hoon

[jlheon]

୨ৎ — sunny day (sjy)

pairing. fake bf & best friend! sim jaeyun x fem! reader genre. angst wc. 1380 notes. i'm sorry jake sucks here it's jover guys library.

🗯️ etxra peng note. hai this is for @okwonyo's celestial ballet event! guys i don't think this is my best work but i love jake & bea so i had to pick this song!! this might just be word vomit ヽ(´ー｀)

synopsis. you’re sick of the lines of jake and your fake relationship are too blurred

last night you had yet another fight with jake.

jake is your boyfriend, to everyone around you. but behind closed doors, he is nothing but your fake boyfriend. 

he asked you to do him a favor, you owed him after he helped you pass your physics final, but you didn’t think it would involve being dragged along to parties his rich parents hosted.

you both were just now graduating high school and would go your separate ways for college. which in theory sounds good for your lie, the fake relationship could end due to ‘long distance’, but it was not good for your heart.

in the past semester, you fell hard for sim jaeyun.

there was no turning back, you were in too deep. 

he was so sweet to you, in front of others, and behind closed doors. 

though, obviously you both respected each other's boundaries since your relationship wasn’t real. that was until a couple weeks ago.

jake had kissed you when he was drunk and so were you. it was a pretty heated kiss but it didn’t go any further.

unfortunately for you, you still woke up next to him in his room the morning after. 

“you’re awake,” jake breaks the silence, sitting up against his headboard. 

“i am,” you sit up next to him, rubbing your eyes. “did something happen last night?”

“um,” jake clears his throat. “jay said we kissed.”

“what?” you look at him with wide eyes. “like a lot?”

“apparently…” jake says, looking at the photo of sunghoon with you two in the background. it’s barely visible but you can see jake caging you against the wall.

“well, that’s the first and the last time,” you brush it off, stepping onto the floor.

“yup,” jake scratches the back of his neck. “let's go get breakfast.”

that wasn’t the last time. not at all.

since then you have kissed jake a total of ten times. yes, you counted. having taken note of each one and writing about what it felt like in a locked note. 

it was weird to kiss jake, but not in a weird way like you opposed it. admittedly still weird since there was no need for you to kiss. it wasn’t like the cliché movies where your friends would pressure you to kiss to prove your relationship. you even kissed when it was just you and him. 

it was rather pointless but you couldn’t help but wish he would do it every time you were together. which he did up until a couple of weeks ago.

when you two were casually sitting around you got fed up with how the lines of your strictly fake relationship were blurring. it’s not like you didn’t want to be physically affectionate with him you’ve done it all your life, but the kissing was way too much. going way over the walls of your friendship and confusing you. 

when you brought it up to him, asking what you two were even doing anymore, he lashed out. saying that he’s sorry for making you confused but something along the lines of ‘kissing you makes me less stressed’. 

then why doesn’t he just get a real girlfriend then?

though you knew if he were to stage the fake break up with you and move onto another girl you would rip your hair out at the sight. 

it was not the last time you two got into an argument.

you laid your heart out in front of jake. telling him that kissing and physical affection aren’t a what fake couples do. you were basically a real couple at this point.

he did not like it when you brought it up.

“it’s all fake ____,” he told you with his sickeningly sweet honey voice. “stop letting it get to your head.” he ruffled your hair.

at the end of each argument, you always end up in his arms. 

no matter how confusing and short-tempered jake is he never wants to be the reason you’re upset. 

today was different though.

“get out,” you tell him, eyes glued to the floor. 

“excuse me?” jake scoffs.

“you heard me,” you raise your head and attempt to smoothen your voice. “i said get out, jake.”

“you’re being ridiculous ____,” jake shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“i’m not,” you retort, crossing your arms. “i’m sick of this. whatever we have going on.”

“you’re just going to throw away our ten years of friendship?” he seethes.

“i don’t think is just a friendship anymore, jae!” you yell in frustration, walking towards your bedroom window, and opening it to let the fresh air in. 

“how could it not be? nothing between us has changed!” jake argues, grabbing his hoodie and throwing it over his shoulders. 

“everything is different!-”

“nothing is different because this is all fake-”

“fuck off jae, you’re the one who kissed me,” you face the window and let the cool night air hit your cheeks. hoping the tears forming in your eyes would disappear. 

“it was a mistake ____,”  

“then why didn’t it stop after the first time?” you whisper, mostly to yourself but you hope he hears it too over the soft patter of the pouring rain. “just get out.”

you hear the rummaging around behind you of jake putting on his shoes. his shoulder harshly bumped against yours, as he exits through the window and into the dark and rainy summer night.

you don’t sleep at all.

in the morning you are mad at yourself. maybe he’s right, you’re too sensitive. he just kissed you, not confess his love for you. 

for the next day, you stay in your room under the covers. millions of notifications from your phone, all from none other than jake sim. 

you can’t deal with him right now, not today. maybe tomorrow, we’re okay.

while scrolling through your chats you’ve noticed that he only ever texts you at night. call in the morning when you wake. you can’t just give in to him easily no matter how bad you want to be back in his arms even if he acts like your lover one day and like he doesn’t need you the next.

he’s all you know, the only person you can one-hundred percent find comfort in. 

when you finally reach for your phone, sick of the constant vibrations, you press his contact. 

“____?” he answers in his softest voice, you break.

“i’m sorry for yesterday,” you speak, voice up an octave higher than normal. “don’t be mad at me please.” 

“i’m not mad at you,” jake pauses between his sentence and hesitates before his next word. “pretty.” that’s a new nickname.

the call abruptly ended. the shuffling from his side of the line subsided by the sounds of him ending the call. you’re so lazy to call him back, no energy to do anything but lay in your bed.

like clockwork jake’s familiar head of fluffy brown hair appears at your window. sliding it open as gently as possible and letting himself inside. 

you notice the bright sky behind him. the pretty wash of blue that differs from the storm the previous day. a sunny day.

neither of you speak as jake shakes off his sweater and shoes.

he approaches you on the bed, lifting your duvet and sliding into the vacant spot next to you, his spot. 

jake reaches out for you, arms wrapping around your waist as he moves you to settle atop his chest. resting your head in the crook of his neck and his hands in your hair. with your skin on mine again.

“you know i don’t mean it,” jake breaks the silence. “right?”

“mean what?” 

“when i kiss you,” he clarifies. “i didn’t mean for you to take it the wrong way. you’re a great girl ____, i just don’t think we’re right for each other. 

“that’s okay. i can’t imagine losing you because of a breakup,” you lie. you would take all the risks to be with jake sim for real if it meant being with him but that isn’t what your future holds. 

“so we’re good?” jake asks nervously.

“always,” you say, a smile on your face even though you know you should shut this down for your sanity. 

it’s easy if i pretend.

[kazmura]

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ SPIDERMAN!jake x fem, 0.9k, est relationship fluff

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The soft glow of your bedside lamp casts long shadows on the walls as you sit cross-legged on your bed, completely absorbed in the pages of your book. Outside the world is quiet, just the faint hum of cars in the distance and the occasional chirp of crickets. It’s one of those rare nights where everything feels peaceful, like nothing could disturb the bubble you’ve created for yourself.

Then comes the knock.

You jump, nearly dropping your book as the sound shatters the silence. It isn’t from your door. No, this knock comes from the window. Your heart races as you turn your head, half-expecting to see some creepy figure staring back at you. Instead, you see Jake.

Flipped upside down. Hanging from a web.

You scramble to the window, pushing it open with a face of disbelief and giddy excitement. “Jake? What the hell are you doing?” you whisper-shout, though your grin is impossible to hide.

“Thought I’d drop by,” he says, his voice muffled slightly by the red and blue mask. Even upside down, you can tell he’s smirking.

“Idiot,” you mutter, but your chest is already warm with happiness. You reach up and tug at the edge of his mask, pulling it down just enough to reveal his lips. Before he can say another word, you lean up and kiss him.

He hums against your lips, and you can feel the tension melt away from his body, even as he hangs there like the show-off he is.

“Missed me?” he teases when you pull back.

“Maybe,” you say, trying to sound casual, but the way your cheeks burn probably gives you away.

You step aside, and he swings himself into the room with practiced ease, landing lightly on his feet. But as he straightens up, you notice the way he winces, his hand immediately going to his side.

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” he says, waving you off. But when he moves again, you see the dark stain blooming on his suit, just below his ribs.

“Nothing my ass,” you snap, already grabbing the first aid kit you keep under your bed. “Sit down. Now.”

He sighs but doesn’t argue, plopping down on the edge of your bed. You kneel in front of him, carefully peeling back the fabric of his suit to reveal the gash underneath. It isn’t deep, but it’s bleeding enough to make your stomach twist.

“Seriously, Jake,” you say as you clean the wound. “You can’t keep doing this. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“I’m fine,” he says, though his wince betrays him. “Besides, I’ve got you to patch me up, don’t I?”

You shoot him a glare, but he just smiles that stupid, wide smile that makes it impossible to stay mad at him.

“Hold still,” you mutter, focusing on bandaging him up. He stays quiet after that, his eyes fixed on you as you work.

When you finally finish, you sit next to him on the bed and sigh. “There. Try not to get stabbed again for at least a week, okay?”

“No promises,” he says, but his voice is soft, almost tender. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “Thanks, by the way.”

You try to play it cool, but the way he’s looking at you makes your heart race.

Before you can say anything else, he cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks as he leans in. His lips capture yours in a kiss that’s anything but casual. It’s slow and deliberate, the kind of kiss that makes your skin tingle and your breath hitch. His lips are warm and slightly chapped, moving against yours in a way that causes butterflies to swarm your stomach.

His hands slide down, fingers grazing your jaw, your neck, and finally settling on your waist. He pulls you closer, his grip firm yet careful, like he’s afraid to let go. Your hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms, feeling the faint stickiness of blood on his suit.

The world around you blurs, the only things grounding you are the taste of him, the press of his body against yours, and the way his fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as if anchoring himself to you. It’s intoxicating, the way he holds you like you’re the only thing keeping him in this moment.

When you finally break apart, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathless. His eyes search yours and you feel the heat of his breath ghosting over your lips. For a moment, you forget about the blood, the danger, the fact that your boyfriend is literally Spider-Man.

“You’re staying here tonight,” you say, more of a statement than a question.

He doesn’t argue, just nods and lets you guide him to lie down. You curl up next to him, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, and you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

“Love you,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

“Love you too,” you whisper, closing your eyes.

The night ends in the soft warmth of his embrace, the chaos of the world outside forgotten, if only for a little while.

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[tokkette]

・❥・ ── 𝒥AKE 𝒟ASH

pairing. idol ex-bf! Jake Sim x fem!reader synopsis. Jake messed up, and now he’s determined to win back your forgiveness even if it means becoming your personal Door Dash. genre. exes-to-lovers, fluff, humor, redemption arc wc. 2,347 notes. this is something I came up with at 4 am so idk

jake sim was standing on your doorstep. again.

“you’re late,” you said, arms crossed as you leaned against the doorframe.

“by, like, two minutes,” he muttered, holding up the bag of takeout. “cut me some slack. traffic exists.”

“excuses,” you shot back, snatching the bag from his hand. “but since i’m feeling generous, i’ll let it slide. for now.”

jake rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. he never did these days.

this wasn’t some casual arrangement. no, jake was here because he had to be. he’d been showing up with your food almost daily for weeks now, and the only reason you tolerated it and him was because he was paying penance.

“why are you still doing this?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe as he lingered awkwardly on your porch.

“you know why,” he said, his voice soft.

and you did. jake felt bad. no, jake felt guilty. ever since your breakup, he’d been walking around like a kicked puppy, and it wasn’t even you who’d done the kicking. he was the one who screwed things up, the one who let you down. and for some reason, that guilt had manifested into this ridiculous arrangement.

it all started three weeks ago when he’d shown up unannounced with boba tea.

“what are you doing here?” you’d asked, glaring at him from the doorway.

“i…i just wanted to apologize,” he’d stammered, shifting on his feet. “for everything.”

“and you thought bubble tea would fix it?”

“no.” he’d sighed, running a hand through his hair. “i just… i don’t know how to make it up to you. but i’ll do anything. seriously, just name it.”

you didn’t know why the words left your mouth. maybe you were still angry. maybe you wanted to see how far he’d actually go. either way, you’d looked him dead in the eye and said:

“be my personal door dash.”

jake had blinked. “wait, what?”

“you heard me,” you’d said, crossing your arms. “you want me to forgive you? then prove it. deliver my food whenever i want, no complaints, no excuses. maybe then i’ll consider it.”

and to your absolute shock, he’d agreed.

now, here he was, standing on your porch for what felt like the millionth time, looking equal parts tired and determined.

“don’t you have better things to do?” you asked, taking a sip from your drink.

“probably,” he said, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. “but i don’t care. i messed up, and i’ll keep doing this as long as it takes for you to forgive me.”

you stared at him, the straw frozen halfway to your lips. he was serious. he’d always been serious about you, even when he’d screwed things up.

“jake,” you said quietly, “you don’t have to do this.”

“yes, i do,” he said firmly. “i hurt you. and if being your door dash is what it takes to make it right, then that’s what i’ll do.”

you hated how your heart clenched at his words, how that stupid sincerity in his voice made you want to believe him. but you weren’t ready to let him off the hook just yet.

“well,” you said, leaning back against the doorframe, “as long as you’re here, i could really go for some dumplings tomorrow.”

jake’s lips quirked into a small smile. “you got it.”

maybe one day you’d forgive him for real. maybe one day you’d stop making him run all over town to bring you food. but for now, you were content to let him work for it.

after all, the boy owed you more than just dumplings.

© tokkette

[srjlvr]

,, is that seat (=are you) taken? ”

IN WHICH jake’s being forced by his friends to sit on a roller coaster next to a pretty girl he saw in the amusement park.

non-idol!jake X fem!reader | g fluff , crack(?) | wc 1.3k+ | w second hand embarrassment , mentions of food , clowns , scary rides. | not proofread | ✎ ᝰ (‘a note from jo’) . i thought about this while being in my favorite amusement park! the ending is so bad honestly im so sorry in advance

it was an event day at the amusement park, people such as influencers and wealthy families were invited to enjoy the scary rides and free food.

“please, i can’t go there alone!” your friend begged you for hours. “no way! you know how scared i am of rides!” you scoffed.

“i’ll be with you on every ride i promise!” at this point she was already holding your hand while kneeling. “fine”

“jake! you promised you’ll come with us!” his friend jay claimed, “promised when? i can’t remember that part” jake shrugged.

“that one bet we made and you lost then begged us to spare you” sunghoon who was busy playing on his phone suddenly spoke, “we let you off under one condition which is to come with us to an amusement park”

jake rolled his eyes, “please don’t force me to-“ “a deal is a deal” jay pat jake’s shoulder.

you stood by the gate, lots of clowns and food tracks were exactly on the entrance, “i’ll just stick here with the clowns and the food” your legs took you to that way, but your friend was quick enough to stop you.

“no way” she dragged you, “we’ll be going to the viking first!”

“i hate you for making me do that” you said as the safety bars went down, “you’ll enjoy it don’t worry”

you sat at the right end, you’re faced to those who sit in the opposite side. there were three handsome boys, each one of them is more scared than the other.

the boy on the left looked so done while the other two grabbed each other tightly while shouting.

“jake! stop grabbing onto me you have sunghoon on your other side who’s just as scared as you!” you heard one of them shout.

the boy in the middle, which you assumed was jake, kept laughing while sticking to the other boy, which you assumed was sunghoon.

the three of them looked really cute, but jake is the one that caught your eye. especially his “please stop!” shouts and the fact that right afterwards he proceeds to laugh and rest his head on his friend’s shoulders is what made you smile without even noticing.

“y/n is everything okay?” your friend asked you while the ride kept on going—you completely forgot about that part.

“yes im fine!” you shout back. you took her hand and held her tight, “don’t make me do that thing ever again!” you added while shouting nonstop.

your friend couldn’t stop laughing at your cuteness, and apparently, she wasn’t the only one.

the boy who was sitting on the opposite side glanced at you, you were so cute and adorable to look at.

while being freaked out, he took a few moments to stare at you. you were busy shouting and tightly closing your eyes while he completely forgot about the fact that’s he’s sitting in one of the rides that he hates the most.

he giggled and chuckled to himself looking at your annoyed figured while your friend was busy laughing at you.

“finally! this hell is over” you whined but your friend only smirked, “let’s go to that roller coaster!” she pointed at the scary looking ride.

you gulped heavily, getting all stressed and worked up, “no!” you shout.

your friend however, couldn’t care less.

“jake what was that on the ride?” sunghoon asked him. “what do you mean?” he tilt his head in confusion.

“you couldn’t stop staring at the girl that was sitting at the opposite direction!” jay claimed.

“she was pretty cute” he admitted and giggled. jay and sunghoon looked at each other with a wide smirk on their face.

“you got yourself an amusement park crush” jay put his hand over jake’s shoulder, “is that even a thing-“

“let’s follow them to the next ride” sunghoon dragged both of them after cutting jake.

your friend excitedly jumped up and down as you were waiting in the short line while you glared at her, fiercely shooting your imaginary laser eyes on her cheerful face.

“we’re going to have so much fun!” she clapped.

you were too busy to whine and scoff to notice someone was actually talking to your friend from behind.

“jake, this is your shot” sunghoon prepared jake and massaged his shoulders, “you can do it”

“hey! im jay, this is sunghoon and jake” jay spoke to your friend, “don’t mind these dummies” he rolled his eyes.

“our friend jake here seems to be interested in your friend!” he then whispered, “is there a chance you could help him out?”

you friend nodded and smirked, “leave it up to me”

the only one standing in the line was you and your friend, the three handsome boys you saw back then, and two more couples—which means the roller coaster was technically all for yourselves.

only eight seats were occupied as you and your friend sat down. you put your safety belts on and looked over your friend, who suddenly stood up.

“y/n! i have to go now! i totally forgot something in the viking and i have to get it before someone steals it!” she panicked, “go on the ride without me”

“wait no! i’ll go with you!” you tried to get out—but you completely forgot the safety belts were already locked, “i’ve got to run! i’ll go on the ride with you as soon as i get back i’m so sorry!” she said as she left you there, with an empty seat next to you.

“now’s the time!” jay pushed jake towards you and clapped.

you were slowly starting to panic and lose it, until you noticed a figure standing next to the empty seat.

“um…..” he scratched his nape “are you taken….?”

the figure was the cute boy from before, jake if you recall.

sunghoon, jay and your friend who were secretly watching from afar cursed him and shook their head in disappointment.

“did you really just made me skip this ride just to watch this guy awfully flirting with my friend?” your friend asked as jay and sunghoon begged for forgiveness.

“wait no!” jake awkwardly chuckled “i wanted to ask if that seat is taken”

you looked around and to your surprise, all of the other seats were empty as well.

“no, but there are plenty of empty seats…” you raised your eyebrow.

“yeah i know” he awkwardly giggled, “i—uh i like the place you’re sitting in like you know it’s not the first seats and it’s not the last seats it’s somewhere in the middle yeah”

you awkwardly nodded and signed him to sit next to you, “i’m jake” he said.

“i’m y/n” you chuckled.

you tried to let go of the nervousness, not only you’re sitting next to the cute guy you just met, you’re about to experience hell itself.

as you slowly arrived to the highlight of the ride, you held jake’s hand and he quickly shot his glance at you, “i’m sorry i’m just so scared” you said but all he did was to hold your hand tighter.

soon enough, you were already shouting your lungs out, holding tightly onto each other and closing your eyes as tight as you could.

“y/n i have a confession to make” jake suddenly shout, “what is it?” you answered back in between your shouts.

“i really meant to ask you if you’re taken” as he finished his sentence the ride stopped.

“what” you quietly said. jake’s eyes widened as he tried to find the words to explain.

“no, i’m not” you added and he breathed out.

“you actually caught my attention ever since i saw you on the viking” he smiled, “my friends planned all of this, i apologize that it happened to be on this hell of a ride”

you giggled, “it’s cute”

“are you up to spending the rest of the day together? just to get to know each other” he suggested.

“yeah, let’s do that” you interviewed your hands and got off the ride.

your friend stood there, speechless and betrayed while jay and sunghoon laughed their ass off, “i can’t believe he managed to do that” sunghoon hit jay while laughing.

“it’s all your fault” your friend rolled her eyes, “but at least she won’t whine about the fact that she’s lonely all the time”

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(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠ )ㅤ..ㅤfor @yuons hi i love you i am a big fan

your fingers get lost in jake’s hair again as you straddle his lap on his bed, the room dim and quiet except for the faint tunes of music playing in the living room and the way his breath stutters every time your lips brush against his.

“baby—”

you gasp but he interrupts you efficiently with a tug at your waist, pulling you closer. a low sound rolls off your tongue at the feather light kisses that his lips trail along your jaw, like he can’t get enough. his voice is breathy— nearly a whimper. “please,”

he is driving you mad, partially because you need air and he isn’t letting you breathe and partially because of the soft little whines and whimpers that he lets out against your lips, sounding impossibly desperate.

you can only give into his needy desires, it’s impossible not to especially when he is kissing you like he is starving, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he stops even for a second. his fingers tangle in the hem of your shirt, albeit not trying to take it off— just holding. holding you, and perhaps also keeping himself grounded.

but you pull back, needing air and feeling his warm breath against your lips but he simply chases your mouth with a broken whimper.

“no, don’t—” he gasps, voice cracking as he pulls you back down by your waist. “not yet, please, just one more. . .”

his lips are jutted out in a pout and he is almost giving you those desperate eyes, and you think he might just cry.

a sigh dances off your lips at his request. actually no— he barely gives you a chance to do anything, immediately capturing your lips with his. he kisses you like a madman and his lips move against you messily, less controlled.

“jake,” you finally manage to whisper after a while, cupping his jaw and feeling it clench beneath your fingers. “we can take a break, it’s okay—”

“it’s not okay,” his words are soft and desperate, followed by a needy sniffle that makes you go crazy. “i missed you damn much. i need this. i need you, angel,”

and when he calls you angel in that voice— broken, breathy, like a prayer— your resolve melts into a puddle. he’s looking at you with glassy eyes as if begging you to kiss him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. he looks ruined and beautiful and hopelessly in love all at once.

and so, you give in. your hand slides up to cradle his jaw and he melts into your touch, eyes fluttering shut like he’s never been more at peace than right here, right now, with your mouth on his and your hands in his hair.

[jiwuu]

𓈒 ㅤ୨୧ ㅤ𓈒 clingy jake in front of the guys

0.2k ── fmr x sim jaeyun, est. relationship, pda

You should’ve known the moment Jake draped himself over your shoulders in the middle of the practice room that you were in for a long day.

“Baaabe,” he whines, his chin resting on your head as he sways side to side, practically using you as a human teddy bear.

“Jake,” you mutter, glancing at the other members. Sunghoon raises a brow in amusement, while Jay just sighs like he’s seen this a million times before. “We’re in public.”

“And?” Jake pouts, arms looping around your waist from behind. “I missed you.”

You try to peel him off, but he’s relentless, hugging you tighter and burying his face in your shoulder. “Jake, they’re literally staring.”

“They’re used to it.”

“Unfortunately,” Heeseung mutters, sipping his water.

You groan, your face heating up as Jake shamelessly clings to you like a koala. “Can you at least act cool for five minutes?”

Jake gasps dramatically, pulling back to look at you. “Are you embarrassed of me?”

“Yes.”

“Nooo,” he whines again, squishing your cheeks. “I’m your boyfriend, you should be proud to show me off!”

“You are literally latched onto me like a backpack,” you deadpan.

Jay shakes his head with a sigh. “Let us know when you finally snap and push him over.”

Jake gasps again, clutching his chest like he’s been betrayed. “You would never, right, babe?”

You sigh, giving up as he cuddles into you again. “I actually might.”

© jiwuu, all rights reserved.

letters from author ୨୧ i cant wait for 10am pls dont flop me

[wonfilms]

texts with college bf! jake (⁠✿)

(gen: smau, fluff. warnings: one kys joke, joke about another man, a/n: inspired the endlessly gorgeous @isoobie <33 i'm manifesting my own jake sim one day)

[wondipity]

goodnight darling

ʚɞ jake x gn!reader ʚɞ fluff ʚɞ warnings: none! ʚɞ

could you not be so adorable? jake bit his lip to stop the huge smile that was threatening to burst through at any moment. you were curled up on the bed, cuddling a cute teddy bear that jake had won for you on your first date together. 

he had come home a little late from practice and was instantly overwhelmed by the absolutely adorable sight in front of him. biting back a giggle, jake walked over to the bed and tried to quietly (keyword: tried to) slink into bed.

but of course he was caught.

“jake?” a sleepy mumble of his name sent his heart racing and he couldn’t hold back the smile anymore. “hey cutie,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face as you discarded the teddy bear to cuddle up to him instead. “shh go back to sleep baby,”

jake brushed your hair with his lithe fingers, basking in your love. “night,” you murmured, obviously still half asleep. jake watched you with love before saying “goodnight darling.”