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eyes don’t lie  ( jake sim )

❛ content 1.4k words, male reader, bestfriend! jake, college au, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, profanity, sexual tension, detailed heated kissing.

jake sim had spent way too much time trying to figure you out.

ever since college, you’d been on a mission to make his life difficult. not in the way that a bad roommate or an annoying classmate might, but in a way that kept him up at night, staring at his ceiling, wondering what the hell you were trying to do to him.

you flirted with him like it was second nature — words dripping with innuendo, casual touches that never felt quite as casual as they should. you did it so effortlessly, so consistently, that everyone around you had stopped questioning whether there was something going on between the two of you and had just accepted it as fact.

jake had tried to ignore it. he had tried to convince himself it was all a joke, just your personality, just another one of your stupid little games.

but the problem was if this was a game, jake was losing.

and tonight, at this godforsaken party, he was about to lose real bad.

the music was pounding through the walls, bass shaking the floor. the air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and some kind of overly sweet fruit punch that was definitely more vodka than juice.

jake had been standing by the couch, half-heartedly listening to a conversation about a football game he didn't care about, when he felt it ; you.

sliding up beside him, arm draping over his shoulders like you’d been waiting for the perfect moment to make his life a living hell.

“hey, pretty boy,” you murmured, voice dangerously smooth. “you look really good tonight.”

“jesus christ,” jake exhaled sharply.

you grinned. “what? not used to compliments?”

“not from you.”

that was a lie. he was way too used to them, which was exactly the problem.

you laughed, leaning in just a fraction closer, and jake could feel you. the warmth of your breath against his skin, the press of your chest against his arm — it was insane how little space there was between you, and it was even more insane how much jake wanted it.

“you always get this flustered?” you teased, fingers brushing against his when you reached for the drink in his hand. “or just with me?”

jake clenched his jaw. “do you ever shut up?”

“you really love it, huh?”

and the worst part was — you were so fucking right.

jake had spent years letting you get away with this, letting you flirt and touch and push every single one of his buttons without ever calling you out on it. because deep down, some stupid part of him did love it. some stupid part of him wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t joking.

that maybe he wasn’t the only one overanalyzing every touch, every look, every barely-there moment that felt way too real.

“hey, guys! we’re playing truth or dare,” someone called from across the room, waving people over. “get over here!”

“you in?” you turned to jake, eyes gleaming with mischief.

jake stared at you for a long moment. he should say no. he should make some excuse, leave before this night got even more dangerous.

instead, he found himself exhaling a resigned, “yeah, sure.”

big mistake.

the game started off simple enough. stupid dares, embarrassing questions, the usual. but jake should’ve known that it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

because then it was your turn.

and of course, because the universe hated him, someone had to ask, “who in this room would you most want to kiss?”

jake’s stomach dropped.

the whole circle erupted into whistles and laughter, and you — cool as ever — just leaned back on your palms, tilting your head in mock thought.

“hm,” you mused. “that’s a tough one.”

jake’s heart was pounding.

you were doing this on purpose. you had to be.

then, your eyes flicked to his. just for a second. just long enough for him to feel it. and that was all it took for his brain to short-circuit.

“i’d tell you, but i think i’d rather show you,” you smirked, again.

jake felt his face heat up, a mix of frustration and something he didn’t want to name burning in his chest. you were so full of shit, and yet—

why did he want you to mean it so badly?

the game went on, but jake wasn’t paying attention anymore. all he could think about was the way you’d looked at him just now. the way your gaze had lingered, just a little too long.

and then, just when he thought the night couldn’t get any worse… you leaned in, voice dropping into something softer, dangerous.

“hey.”

jake swallowed hard. “what?”

you studied him for a moment, like you were debating something. and then—

“you ever notice how you never stop me?”

jake froze. his breath hitched, heart slamming against his ribs. he turned his head slowly, meeting your gaze, and suddenly… fuck. you were so close.

closer than you should be. closer than friends should be. and your eyes — dark, hooded, devouring him whole.

oh god. jake’s grip tightened around the beer bottle in his hand. “what are you trying to say?”

you didn’t answer right away. instead, you reached out, fingers grazing his wrist. the touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shockwave through him.

“i think you know,” you murmured.

jake felt like he couldn’t breathe.

maybe it was the alcohol. maybe it was the heat of the room. or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in years, you weren’t laughing.

you weren’t turning this into a joke. you were so serious. and that — more than anything — was what did it.

before he could stop himself, jake’s hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist. tight. firm. the way your breath hitched did something to him, something dangerous, something unstoppable.

his voice was suddenly low, rough. “what if i do want to kiss you?”

your eyes flickered down to his lips. and just like that, jake was gone.

the second his lips crashed against yours, the world tilted.

it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t careful. it was desperate — months, years of built-up tension snapping all at once. the air between you burned, and neither of you wanted to waste another second.

your hands fisted in his shirt, yanking him closer, and jake melted into it, pressing back with just as much hunger, as if he could drown in you and still come back for more. you tasted like beer and something sweeter, something unmistakably you, and it was intoxicating.

jake groaned into your mouth, a low, needy sound that sent a shiver down your spine. you — cocky bastard that you were — smiled against his lips, like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. like you’d been waiting for this, savoring the anticipation, knowing you had him wrapped around your finger.

and fuck, maybe you had.

jake didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly, his back hit the nearest wall with a dull thud.

it barely registered, because you were everywhere — your hands in his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp against your lips; your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw before sliding down his throat, pressing against his pulse like you wanted to feel just how fast he was unraveling for you.

his grip tightened on your hips, rough and possessive, dragging you against him like he needed you closer, like there was still too much space between you. the heat of your body, the way you pressed flush against him — it was dizzying. your teeth grazed his lower lip, teasing, and his breath hitched before he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, chasing the taste of you like he was starving.

you pulled back just enough to whisper, breathless and smug against his lips, “took you long enough.”

jake let out a shaky laugh, but his fingers dug into your waist, eyes dark with something molten.

“shut up,” he muttered.

and then, he kissed you again. harder, deeper, like he was making up for every second he’d spent holding back.

Steam I

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x f!reader

Genre: ATLA au, enemies(?) to lovers, forbidden romance, royalty au

Length: ~14k | Fic Length: ~64k

Credits: banner: @caelesjjk and @shadowkoo | betas: @tomodachiii @miniseokminnies @gyuswhore @haologram and @wqnwoos

Note: insane insane insane. i started this from a tiny little head cannon forever ago and when i started writing i anticipated maybe 20k max. but im a liar because this quickly excelled that by a landslide. i hope yall enjoy this monster of a fic as much as i did writing it. i'll be uploading each part with one day in between. p.s i used the ATLA wiki to build a believable setting for this but it really diverges from cannon and doesn't mention any of the original characters from the cartoon.

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There are two scenarios in my head: him when you go down on your knees sucking and playing with his length or pretend you accidentally touched his already excited member when in fact you wanted to tease him but his sleepy.

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who enjoys kissing during sex the most and why is it wonbin and anton

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