genre: smut, kinda maybe a little fluff? minors dni
warnings: oral (m receiving), mild face fucking, light spanking, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe), light hair pulling, mentions of vomiting, alcohol consumption
word count: 6.2 k
a/n: OKAY I KNOW that halloween was yesterday but i was in a slump for a couple of days and couldn't finish this in time :(. that being said i hope you all still have enough halloween spirit to enjoy this fic! (i will add on that there is a large party in this fic and i would like to remind everyone that we are still in a pandemic so please be safe and respectful of others)
・・・・・・・・・・・
“listen, if i’m being completely honest,” bambam says while taking his place on one of the couches in jay b’s living room. all of you stop what you’re doing to listen to him.
“listen, if i’m being completely honest,” bambam says while taking his place on one of the couches in jay b’s living room. all of you stop what you’re doing to listen to him.
“i think i could take down michael myers.”
jay b chokes on his drink and youngjae lets out a witch-like cackle at bambam’s sudden statement.
jay b chokes on his drink and youngjae lets out a witch-like cackle at bambam’s sudden statement.
“what!!? i really think i could!” bambam whines as the rest of you are doubling over in laughter.
“isn’t he like immortal or something? that’s why there’s so many fucking movies; they can’t get rid of him.” minho says as he walks over from the kitchen, a steaming plate of pillsbury pumpkin cookies in his hands.
“well yea but i feel like horror movie people are always stupid. i bet you i could take him down.” bambam retorts, although his initial confidence in his ability to defeat a notorious movie villain is fading.
“sure you can bam, whatever you say.” jay b says, letting out a chuckle before turning his attention to the tv where jamie lee curtis has just appeared on the screen. to get in the halloween spirit, the 5 of you decide to put on some of the classic horror movies: halloween, friday the 13th, nightmare on elm street, etc.
“while we’re on the topic of halloween,” youngjae starts, “our friend jackson is hosting a halloween party on saturday… all of us are going as well as changbin and felix, you should come too y/n!”
as soon as you hear the word party you roll your eyes, “come on, you guys know that parties aren’t really my thing.”
minho sighs in annoyance before responding, “right, just like how bowling isn’t your thing, or taking shots isn’t your thing, or playing smash bros isn’t your thing. do you want me to keep going? because i can keep going.”
all you do in response is flip him off.
“y/n come on it’s halloween! you never go out with us, please just do it this year?” youngjae pleads, “it would be great to have you there.”
“you guys are peer pressuring me. this is peer pressure.” you counter and the guys groan at your response. “besides, why are you having a halloween party a whole entire week before actual halloween?”
“some of the twice girls want to go trick or treating or something, i don’t know and that’s not the point!” minho mumbles through a mouth full of cookies, “the point is that you are our friend and therefore are required to do fun things with us.”
“well unlike you guys i don’t particularly enjoy spending my time in a random person's house with drunk people i’ve never met.”
“one party. that’s all we’re asking for.” jay b groans, although it comes out muffled because his head is smushed into a pillow. “please?”
a dramatic exhale passes your lips as you huff out a drawn out “fiiine” which is followed by your friends enthusiastic cheers.
“and remember y/n, it is a halloween party so you need to dress up.” youngjae points out before turning his attention to the movie playing in the background.
“we’ll see about that.”
｡*ﾟ☽
eventually saturday comes around and you can’t go back on your promise to attend jackson’s halloween party. you’ve gone through all of the possible excuses you could make up: family emergency, illness, got called into work, the list goes on. but your friends know you well, and they would know that you’re just lying to get out of going.
you heed youngjae's advice and decide to throw a last minute costume together. besides, if you don’t wear a costume to a literal halloween party, you’ll stick out like a sore thumb. once you wake up and have breakfast, you begin to scour your closet in search of the right garments. by now, half of the clothes in your closet are strewn across the floor as you look through every single drawer and hanger.
“you’re telling me you don’t have any pink clothes in your entire closet?” felix’s voice echoes from your phone - which is on speaker.
“well i do but they’re not the right kind of pink, you know?” you huff out in response before continuing your search for the perfect outfit.
felix had convinced you to dress up as a fairy because its ‘simple but sexy’ - his words, not yours. besides, he already had a pair of cheap pink dollar store wings lying around so all you needed to do was put together a matching outfit; a task easier said than done.
“stop being so picky! i thought you didn’t even want to go to this party anyways.”
you roll your eyes at felix’s words. “just because i don’t want to go doesn’t mean i’m going to show up in an ugly costume.” obviously.
knowing felix he probably rolled his eyes at your comment before responding, “whatever y/n, you confuse me. i’ll see you later tonight ok?”
muttering a quick ‘mmhm’ in response, you hang up the phone before staring at the massive pile of clothes on your floor. taking felix’s advice, you pick the first pink shirt and bottoms you see and decide that it’s good enough.
an hour and an immense amount of glitter later, you find yourself standing in front of your mirror for one final costume inspection before you head out. your cheekbones are covered in pink shimmer and the elastic bands on the fairy wings are digging into your armpits but you have to admit - you look hot. throwing on a pair of sneakers, you grab your keys and head out to go pick up your friends.
jacksons house, or rather mansion, is already filled with people by the time you pull up outside. after parking under a streetlight outside the house - which bambam notes is eerily similar to the one scene from the exorcist - you all make your way inside.
the party is exactly what you would expect; a sea of people in their 20-somethings dressed in low budget costumes sipping from red cups, aluminum cans and glass bottles. it appears that jackson had taken the liberty to do a half-assed decorating job; fake cobwebs with plastic spiders and skulls and the like are placed precariously throughout the living room and kitchen.
you keep a vice-like grip on changbin’s elbow as you wade through the sea of people, desperately trying to avoid being poked in the face by cat ears or witch hats. as you scan the crowd, you’re able to point out a few people you’ve crossed paths with in the past. bambam’s friend yugyeom is tucked away in the corner dressed as a pirate. nayeon and jeongyeon - two girls you met briefly on a night out - are decked out in sequins and feathers in their 1920’s flapper costumes. the itzy girls came dressed as the mystery gang from scooby doo, and jackson wang - the host himself - dazzles in an outfit identical to that of brad pitt’s character from fight club.
following changbin through the crowd, you end up in the kitchen with a group of guys you don’t recognize. “y/n these are our other friends: jeongin, seungmin, jisung and hyunjin.” felix goes down the line and introduces you to the 4 strangers. the group - minus you and changbin - is dressed up as the power rangers, and felix’s arrival means the group is complete.
the pink ranger - was his name hyunjin? - speaks to you first: “can i grab you a drink or something?”
“ah, thanks but no thanks. i’m the driver so i’ve got to stay sober.” you say and hyunjin makes a face of pity. to be honest, being the designated driver never really bugged you. once your friends found out you had a van that fit all of you, it was practically set in stone that you would be the group chauffeur.
“so you’re the responsible one eh? that must suck.” hyunjin tries to sympathize with you, but you can tell he doesn’t really give a shit.
“it’s not the worst, i get to keep everyone in check. plus, i’ve never been a drinker anyways.” hyunjin nods at your statement, looking down at his cup as if your admission to not drinking has made him reevaluate ever consuming alcohol. luckily, felix comes to the rescue and loops him into the conversation he was having with the others - leaving you standing there awkwardly.
great, this is exactly why you didn’t want to come! both felix and changbin were too busy talking to their other friends to pay any attention to you so now you’re just standing here like a fool.
you know that jay b, minho and youngjae - who arrived early to help jackson set up - are bound to be around here somewhere, maybe you should go try to find them. sneaking away from changbin, felix and the other 4 strangers, you begin to shove your way through the crowd in hopes to find your other friends - who, mind you, practically begged you to come.
the crowd smells of sweat and cheap cherry body spray and you try not to cough as you weave through all the dancing bodies. you decide that the staircase is your best option to get some leverage so you head in that direction, narrowly avoiding a collision with a guy in an edward cullen costume. once you reach the staircase, you hop up the first couple steps and look into the crowd to see if you can spot jay b and youngjae. of course, that proves to be near impossible since you don’t even know what they’re dressed up as.
deciding to call your spontaneous search party quits, you head up the stairs and pray that you can find an empty room so you can relax. jeez, parties are tiring. the second floor is much less busy than the first, although there are still some people leaning against the walls or taking turns throwing up in the bathroom. now you’re not an idiot and you know that the first few rooms are probably occupied with drunk strangers hooking up with each other, so you head further down the hallway and open the last door on the left.
first thing you notice is that the lights are off, which is a good sign - a great sign even. the soft yellow light from the hallway shines into the room, but only briefly since you close the door behind you. your eyes struggle to adjust since the only light is a faint blue glow coming from the window, which only shines on half of the room. you think about searching for a lightswitch but decide against it, the darkness is quite nice and the open window on the wall parallel to you allows for some fresh air.
while scanning the room, your eyes fall upon a mirror and you walk over to it. the glitter from your cheeks has migrated and is now all over your entire face and - wait did something just move over there? peering over your left shoulder, you check to see if there really is something - or someone - or if your mind is just playing tricks on you. seeing nothing out of the ordinary, you turn back to face yourself in the mirror. oh my god, why is there a giant stain on your shirt!? maybe you did bump into the edward cullen guy. another movement catches your eye and this time you’re sure it’s real. keeping your eyes trained on the mirror, your heart practically leaps out of your chest when someone dressed exactly like ghostface emerges from the shadows.
“AHHHH WHATTHEFUCK!!” you scream as you whip around to face the masked stranger. a chuckle emanates from his mask and you can only assume he’s laughing at your outburst.
“motherf- you just about gave me a heart attack, you know?”
“sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you.” ghostface says while taking a couple steps toward you, although making sure to not get too close.
“startle is the understatement of the year.” you lean on the wall and try to catch your breath, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. “can i ask why you’re sitting in a room alone while dressed as a horror movie villain?”
“well, the horror movie costume is because this is in fact a halloween party,” duh, “and i’m in here alone because my friends dragged me here and i got tired of socializing.”
you nod understandingly before asking “is that your subtle way of telling me to fuck off?”
“no no no! ahh that’s not what i meant..” ghostface says while hiding his face (mask) in his gloved hands before adding on “i would never ask a pretty girl like you to fuck off.”
oh? is ghostface trying to flirt with you? this could be interesting.
testing the waters, you take a couple timid steps closer to him. “why don’t you take that mask off so i can see your pretty face, hm?”
he pauses for a moment as if considering your question before asking, “you’re not into the whole mask thing?”
his comment makes you stop and think for a moment. typically you don’t have a thing for masks or costumes or whatever, but this ghostface stranger is making you feel things. is that an australian accent you detect through the voicebox? it might just be your mind playing tricks on you, but you really hope it’s real because it’s hot as fuck.
“hmm maybe i’m into it..” you step closer so you’re only inches apart, “or maybe i'm just into you.”
ghostface must be one to get flustered very easily seeing as he’s already semi-hard from this little interaction; you should probably help the guy out. sinking down, your knees make soft thuds as they come in contact with the hardwood floor.
“you’re a slutty little fairy, aren’t you? so eager to get on your knees for me.” ghostface groans as your hands move to his belt, your fingers ghosting over the cold metal before unbuckling it and tossing it to the side. his jeans are next to come off as you pop open the button before yanking them down to his ankles.
moving your hands to his cock, you palm him through his boxers before slipping your fingers under the elastic waistband and pull them down so they’re on the floor with his jeans. by now his cock is basically fully hard, so you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his shaft and pumping it a few times. his precum is salty on your tongue and you begin to kiss and lick his tip, your hand still wrapped around the base of him.
stretching out your tongue, you lick a thick stripe from his base to his tip before relaxing your jaw and taking his cock inside your mouth. tears pool in your eyes when his length hits the back of your throat, but the groan that you get from him in return makes it all worth it. you start sucking him off at a slow pace, allowing your jaw to relax and your hand continues to pump what doesn’t fit in your mouth. everytime the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat you swallow, and he moans every time you do.
moving your hands to his sides, you begin to rock his hips back and forth while peering up at his masked face. taking your hint, he grabs the back of your head with one of his hands before fucking your face - gently at first, but soon he gets a steady rhythm going. you’re sure you look like a mess right now with your strawberry lipgloss smudged all around your mouth and your hair becoming messy with the way he’s yanking on it, but you don’t care. all you care about is getting him off.
“fuck your mouth feels like heaven” ghostface grunts, and you can tell he’s close by the way his thrusts become rougher and more erratic. spit is dripping from the sides of your mouth and your sure your mascara is smudged all around your eyes as he fucks your face with more fervor. everytime he groans or whines you feel it in your core and your panties are undeniably soaked at this point. with one final hard thrust he throws his head back, groaning loudly before cumming down your throat, hot and sticky.
you’re barely given time to clean yourself up before you hear youngjae’s voice echoing down the hallway. “yo y/n, are you up here?” his voice seems to be getting closer. “has anyone seen a girl in a pink fairy costume recently?”
“shit, that’s my friend calling me,” you mutter while getting up from your knees, “i should probably go find him.” the air is thick with tension as ghostface pulls his pants back up and takes a few steps to his right to retrieve his belt, and you’re out the door before he can say anything. you find youngjae at the bottom of the stairs standing with jay b and minho who both smile when they see you. “there you are, we’ve been looking for you everywhere!” a clearly drunk minho shouts while throwing his arm around your shoulder with much more force than necessary. the 4 of you spend the rest of the night together and in the early hours of the morning, when everyone has either left or passed out on a random couch, you drive your friends home.
sadly, you don’t run into ghostface again.
｡*ﾟ☽
8:00 am.
felix made you wake up at 8:00 am just so you could arrive at the pumpkin patch early. and you, being a person who enjoys sleeping in, were not exactly happy.
sunshine beams in through the windows of your car as you drive down the gravel road leading to ‘farmer bills pumpkin patch’, which is - according to felix - the best pumpkin farm in the whole entire country.
“i’m serious. one time, my mom and i brought home a pumpkin that was bigger than our microwave! i thought that bad boy was going to break our dining room table.” felix raves about his extraordinary pumpkin, although no one is really listening. changbin is fighting to stay awake while squished between bambam and youngjae in the very back, and jay b and minho each have one airpod in and are probably listening to taylor swift or something.
“but the best part about this place,” felix continues, “is that there’s an apple orchard as well! so once we pick out our prize pumpkins we can get some apples.” you can’t help but smile at felix - he’s like a happy virus that infects everyone he talks to.
once you park the car all of you step out into the sun, your multiple layers of sweaters and coats protecting you from the autumn breeze that’s blowing the leaves off of the trees. jay b pulls his beanie onto his head and minho scolds changbin for not wearing a scarf. bales of hay are stacked by the entrance to the pumpkin patch and a lone scarecrow is propped up against the wooden fence, its limp arm stretched towards the pumpkins as if it’s welcoming you in. mud squelches out from underneath your boots as you follow your friends into the patch.
“damn, that is a big ass vegetable.” jay b says while inspecting a particularly large pumpkin. “jackson should’ve bought some of these bad boys for his party.” you all laugh as you remember the cheap styrofoam pumpkins on jacksons porch that kept getting blown over by the wind.
“speaking of jackson’s party, where’d you run off to y/n?” changbin questions you as you all slowly stroll through the pumpkin patch like you’re in some kind of boy band.
knowing that changbin’s talking about you deserting them after 5 minutes, you respond with: “uhhh, what do you mean?”
“i mean one moment you were standing there beside me, and the next moment you were gone and i didn’t see you again until you drove us home.”
“oh right, i went and found jay b, minho and youngjae and hung out with them.”
upon hearing his name, jay b turns around and joins in on the discussion. “yea but when we met up you had just come down the stairs…” by now everyone had stopped walking and was listening in on the conversation. “wait, what were you doing upstairs?”
“i was just looking for uhhh.. a bathroom! i was looking for a bathroom.”
“you are lying through your teeth right now girl. tell us the truth.” bambam says, making the rest of your friends stare at you with anticipation.
“okay fine! maybe i sucked a random guys dick or whatever…” you mumble while awkwardly shifting your stance.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN OR WHATEVER?!”
“who was this guy? was he hot?? do we know him??!”
“did you guys like, roleplay the costumes you were wearing? HAH!”
minho’s remark makes you think back to ghostface calling you a slutty fairy, but you push that thought away. now is not the time to get horny.
“oh my god it’s not that big of a deal! no we did not roleplay (a lie) and i don’t know if he was hot, he had a mask on the whole time.” you spit back in response to the plethora of questions that were just thrown at you.
“damn, that’s kinda freaky.” changbin whispers before continuing, “what mask did he have on?”
“it was the ghostface mask from scream… or scary movie - whichever one of those came first.”
bambam’s jaw practically hits the ground at your admission, and you can see felix’s eyes pop out of their sockets as well - changbin just starts laughing and minho mutters a quiet ‘holy shit’.
“YOU SUCKED CHAN’S DICK???!!” bambam yells loud enough for the old couple in your vicinity to hear crystal clear, causing them to shoot you all a dirty look before walking away.
“bam will you shut the fuck up! and who’s this chan guy? why are you all freaking out!!?” you whine as your friends just laugh at you. bambam and felix are still in a state of shock.
“chan’s one of our other close friends,” minho says once he regains his composure, “we were going to introduce the two of you at a party in a couple days but.. it sounds like you’ve already met.” his sentence ends in a chuckle.
oh my god. are they serious? another party? “no way i am not going to another party. especially now that i know this chan guy is going to be there.”
“come on y/n, it’s not a party party, more of a small get together with some close friends. it’ll be fun!!” youngjae pleads while tugging on your jacket sleeve.
“fine... but i swear if there’s more than like, 13 people i’m leaving.”
once felix the pumpkin connoisseur has picked out a couple pumpkins up to his standard, you put them into the trunk of your car before heading over to the aforementioned apple orchard. you spend a good chunk of time frolicking through the lines of trees and changbin throws a worm-infested apple at jay b’s head; jay b then proceeds to straight up football tackle changbin. you decide its time to leave when felix’s bag of apples almost rips because it's so full; and besides, your fingers are starting to get cold.
you all pile back into your car and blast the hot air as you all pull off your hats and mittens. the drive home is much louder than the drive to the pumpkin patch seeing as everyone is much more awake. you all take turns picking songs to play through the sound system and sing along to. one by one, you drop your friends off and say goodbye to all of them.
“remember y/n,” bambam shouts when he gets out of the car, “halloween night. felix’s house. be there.”
ugh. minho better keep his promise and keep this ‘get together’ small because you are not looking forward to another party. and you are definitely not looking forward to seeing chan.
｡*ﾟ☽
the sun is just barely peeking above the horizon when you step out onto your porch, waving at changbin, jay b and youngjae who are waiting for you on the sidewalk. the street lamps cast an eerie orange glow as the 4 of you begin to walk down your street which is now teeming with eager trick or treaters. felix offered to host this little get together and for a change of pace you decide it would be nice to walk with your friends instead of drive, especially since felix’s place isn’t far away from yours.
“alright y/n here’s the plan.” changbin says excitedly as he shoves youngjae to the side so he’s walking alongside you. “you’re gonna walk in there like the bad bitch you are and own it.” he starts, “then you’re gonna go up to chan and say ‘hey chan, remember me? the chick that sucked your dick at the - OW!” changbin wails as jay b slaps him in the shoulder.
“remember, it’s only awkward if you make it awkward. talk to chan if you want to, ignore him if you don’t. simple.” jay b states matter-of-factly.
changbin scoffs, “wow jay b, you should’ve dressed up as a wizard seeing as you’re so fucking wise.” he mutters with a sour look on his face and youngjae laughs.
minutes later you arrive at felix’s doorstep which is decorated with the pumpkins you got together - although now they all have faces carved into them. changbin eagerly rings the doorbell and then screams ‘TRICK OR TREAT!!!” in minho’s face the second he opens the door. nobody laughs. following minho inside, you’re led into the kitchen where felix is making some sort of concoction of drinks.
“aaand here we go! felix’s putrid pumpkin punch.” he exclaims while placing a large bowl filled with sloshing orange liquid onto the counter. a quick whiff of the drink lets you know that it’s like 90% alcohol and 10% fanta or some other sugary soda.
“uhh looks good lix!” you say with a look of skepticism on your face as jay b walks up beside you. “you better watch out y/n because that stuff will get you fucked up. remember changbin last year?”. vague memories of youngjae showing you videos of changbin passing out and then throwing up while dressed as woody from toy story flood your memories, and you chuckle. changbin seems to recoil at jay b’s comment and looks at felix’s punch with a disgusted face before grabbing a bag of sun chips and exiting the kitchen.
“bambam and chan should be here in a bit, why don’t we all go get set up in the basement?” jay b suggests before following changbin out of the kitchen. deciding that no one has the energy or desire to deal with trick or treaters, you fill a large bowl with candy and tape a note reading ‘please take one’ and place it on felix’s doorstep. inside, felix precariously balances his massive bowl of punch in one hand and a stack of red solo cups in the other as you all make your way downstairs.
twinkling orange fairy lights line the walls in felix's basement, which is comically large by the way. blankets and pillows are haphazardly thrown on the couches as you all find a place to sit. your friends all begin to converse, grabbing some of felix’s punch and downing it as you sit there nervously. for some reason, you just can’t get your heart rate to calm down.
“awww y/n is nervous~!!!” minho teases as he notices you wiping your sweaty palms on your pants and you shove his shoulder. “am not.” you mutter, but you know that’s a blatant lie.
“come on y/n it’s gonna be fine. just try to relax! here, we’ll let you pick the movie.” youngjae asserts while tossing you the remote. in the end, you don’t really get to pick the movie since changbin whines every time you suggest something that isn’t what he wants.
a couple minutes into the movie you hear felix’s front door open and 2 pairs of footsteps make their way over to the basement. oh shit, here we go. bambam comes down first, whooping and hollering while holding a bag of chips in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. trying not to be obvious, you spare a glance at the man behind him and holy shit. to say chan is gorgeous is an understatement; his hair is soft and bouncy and his lips are pink and pillowy. a little on the short side but that’s not a dealbreaker for you so it’s alright.
not wanting to be weird, you avert your eyes from chan and pretend to be focused on the movie. chan follows bambam over to where the rest of you are seated and takes his place on the couch - right beside you. “i don’t think we’ve met before, i’m chan.” he says while stretching out a hand for you to shake. changbin tries to hide his snicker unsuccessfully and jay b lobs a pillow at him. you briefly shake chans hand and tell him your name before turning back to face the movie.
everyone stopped paying attention to the movie about 10 minutes in. changbin is already on his 3rd cup of punch - a decision he’s going to regret - and jay b, bambam and minho are all taking shots. youngjae and felix, who are both mildly drunk, are having a therapy session and you’re pretty sure youngjae is on the brink of tears. that leaves you and chan sitting there awkwardly, both left out of all the chaos. “i’m gonna go grab a drink from upstairs” you half-yell to chan so he can hear you over the screams of your friends. he nods before pulling out his phone, and you head upstairs.
opening one of felix’s cupboards, you grab an empty glass and fill it with water before gulping it down. originally your plan was to just ignore chan for the sake of avoiding an awkward confrontation, but you weren’t expecting him to look that good.
“they’re going crazy down there huh.” a voice with a thick australian accent says from behind you, making you jump. ahh shit, awkward confrontation unsuccessfully avoided.
“haha, yea they’re always like that.” you joke while turning around to face chan, who is leaning on felix’s counter. you're not entirely sure if chan knows that you know who he is, which makes this situation all the more awkward.
“you know,” fuck it, here we go, “we actually have met before, at jackson’s halloween party. i was the fairy girl who… you know…” you trail off at the end of your sentence.
chan chuckles at your shyness while walking around felix’s counter “so they told you that was me, huh?” he questions while folding his arms over his very muscular chest.
you nod while placing your glass on the counter beside felix’s sink, although another cup of cold water might be a good idea since you can feel your face flushing.
“well, i’m glad we’re on the same page now,” chan says while creeping closer, his fingers grasping the belt loops on your jeans so he can pull you closer, “because i didn’t get to thank you for helping me out that night.”
chans breath fans over your lips for a brief moment, his dark brown eyes gazing into yours before he leans in and closes the gap between the two of you. your fingers travel up his toned arms before grasping his broad shoulders and pulling him into you, deepening the kiss. moves moving in sync with each other, you both become more and more relaxed - that is until you pull away. the kitchen is not the place to have sex, especially considering your drunk friends could come wondering up at any given moment.
grabbing chans hand, you drag him out of the kitchen and lead him upstairs, not caring if your friends in the basement notice your absence. knowing felix’s house as if it were your own, you head towards the second door on the right - the guest bedroom.
you barely have time to open the door and enter the room before chan is pushing you up against the wall, his lips finding yours again as he presses his body flush against yours. his hair is soft and silky as you run your fingers through it, tugging lightly when he nips at your bottom lip. hips press against each other and tongues intertwine as you and chan make out against the wall, subdued sounds of pleasure leaving both of your mouths.
at some point chan decides enough is enough and he pulls away from you, making sure to keep a hand on your hip as he guides you to the bed in the center of the room. flopping onto the soft mattress, chan grabs your wrists and pulls you on top of him, hands travelling up your back as you lean down and reconnect your lips.
chan sensually drags his fingers down your tummy before popping the button on your jeans open. knowing that jeans aren’t a particularly easy clothing item to remove, you reach down and help him pull them down your legs and off your ankles before they’re discarded on the floor.
assuming your previous position, you start pressing kisses to chans jaw which slowly migrate to his neck. a breathy moan is pulled from you when chan begins to rub your clit through your panties, which are sticking to your folds with your wetness. his fingers pull your underwear to the side before exploring your folds, playing with your clit but only for a second before moving elsewhere.
in one swift motion, chan removes you from your position on top of him, muttering a deep ‘on your knees’ as he removes himself of his pants and boxers. you quickly fulfill his request, scrambling to get on your hands and knees as he gets in position behind you. a gasp escapes your lips when you feel the tip of chans cock press against your entrance, and you hear him spit on his hand and smear it on his length before slowly pushing himself inside of you.
both you and chan groan at the feeling of him entering you, his hands keeping a firm grip on your hips as he gives you a second to adjust to his size. a brief moment passes and you gently rock your hips against his as a way of letting him know that you’re ready to go.
chan’s quick to build up to a fast pace that makes your elbows wobble like jelly as you try to keep yourself up, your moans continuously getting louder and louder. a sudden slap to your ass cheek makes you yelp in surprise, chans palm briefly smoothing over your skin before spanking you again. he never breaks pace as he spanks you periodically, the sting on your skin feeling so good coupled with his deep strokes that hit that spot inside of you.
at this point your repeating chan’s name like a mantra as you feel your high approaching, your arms giving out from the intense pleasure so you arch your back and smush your face into the mattress. chans thrusts are relentless as he continuously pounds into you, hips slapping against your ass as he chases his own high. you muster up enough strength to twist your arm and bring it up to your clit, rubbing it in time with chans thrusts. every single one of your nerves feels like its on fire as your orgasm crashes down on you causing you to practically scream chans name.
body going limp, you melt into the mattress as you barely register chan pulling out and finishing all over your back and ass - which is probably all red and swollen. you smile softly when chan lays down beside you, his shirt sticking to his chest with sweat, much like your own. pants of exhaustion fill the room as you both lay on the cool sheets and bask in each others presence.
eventually chan gets up, telling you to ‘wait here’ as he quickly pulls his bottoms back on and jogs to the bathroom, returning with a towel that he uses to clean you up. “i’ll just tell felix to wash this. no questions asked.” he whispers before chucking the now used towel in the laundry basket. after helping you put your clothes back on, chan kisses you softly before the two of you reluctantly head back downstairs; wondering what remarks your drunk friends will say.
“there you two are! took you long enough.” jay b shouts when you and chan walk down into the basement. “did you two have a good time up there? i hope you used protection.” of course, here come all of the lame sex jokes.
“of course they had a good time, could you hear it? clapping so loud it sounded like a bunch of white people when their plane lands.” bambam yells before doubling over in laughter at his own joke. chan looks at you sheepishly before laughing and pulling you over to the couch. the overall atmosphere is happy as the whole group laughs and shouts and drinks together. chans shoulder is pressed against yours as he flashes you a quick smile.
me am good 💗 tired and feeling kind of like shit bc a bitch graduated this past spring and I’m taking a gap year before I do my masters so this is the first time I’m not going back to school in the fall since KINDERGARTENNN and I feel kind of shitty about it like lazy????? even though I know I’m gonna go back to school but I just want a year off to save and work but I feel like I need to be grinding more??? idk feeling WEIRD but we move and at least I don’t have to drop thousands on tuition and rent 💗💗💗
(tldr requests are open pls send some in if you’re interested!!)
hello everyone!! <3 it’s been a long time since i’ve done a milestone event (i think since 2022 lmfao) for a multitude of reasons.
but we’ve reached 4 digits now, so i think at least a small cause for celebration is in order.
so, to celebrate 1k on this account, i’m opening up requests and hard/soft hours until JULY 16. i do eventually want to open requests permanently, so this is a little test run for it. you can request a short fic/drabble/hard hours/soft hours/any other writing for: stray kids (all), seventeen (all), txt (all), billy the kid, the hunger games (mainly tbosas trio + katniss + peeta but you can request others), stardew valley (main bachelors/bachelorettes), and creepypasta (any mainstream character). and please, go crazy—any AU, any trope, multiple characters/reader—as long as it doesn’t violate the guidelines below the cut!!
i know i’ve mostly written for k-pop, but i wanted to list all the fandoms that i write for just in case anyone was interested. non-followers are welcome to join, but if you like what you’re reading then consider following me to see more :)
please see below the “read more” cut for further information on how to request!!
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
in your request, you can include as little or as much detail as you want, but please at least include: the character/person you want, the preferred gender of the reader, and a loose idea/vibe for the plot (but if you have a really specific idea that’s perfectly okay too!).
if you don’t specify a gender for the reader insert, i’ll default it to gender neutral or AFAB for smut.
if you want to just chime in for general soft/hard hours, just say whatever you want to see me expand on (i’m sure y’all know how hard hours work lol).
please just be respectful in your request/ask and don’t be demanding/degrading—any hate will be blocked.
FIC REQUEST EXAMPLES: “hi, can you write a smutty enemies to lovers fic with sebastian from stardew valley and a gender neutral reader?” “hi, could you possibly write a fluffy comfort fic with hyunjin and a female reader?” (again, these are just examples. you can be as detailed as you want in your request!!)
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT (SFW): pregnancy/childbirth, imagines about having children/being parents, OC/self insert content (i only write reader insert), idol x idol, any romanticized toxic behavior or abuse
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT (NSFW): scat/piss/vomit, underage/pedophilia/ddlg/ddlb (usage of “mommy” and “daddy” okay but nothing further), incest/pseudoincest, feet, noncon/rape, vore
if you’re unsure if something you want to include in your request violates this, please just send an ask about it!! i won’t be mad, i’m just listing these here as a precaution.
if anything is unclear or if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me for clarification!!
warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe), public sex, creampie, finger sucking, minimal food play, lots of mentions of food, brief mention of male masturbation, jongseong is kind of a big desperate loser, lmk if i’m missing anything
word count: 6.7k
a/n: writing this killed me idk why it took fucking forever dawg. but hey, i’m finally giving you all an enha fic without a depressing ending!!! here’s a fun drinking game to play while you read this: take a shot every time jay says a variation of ‘uhhh’ (you will die) ALSOOOO this is for my bae’s @k-ingzo @lix-ables thank you guys for hyping me up to write this bc if you didn’t I’m 90% sure I would’ve scrapped it 😻 LOVE YAAAAA
WARNINGS | mentions of death & dying, explicit language, mc had abusive parents, flashbacks to said abuse (physical and verbal), smoking, ghosts/spirits, childhood/unresolved trauma, mentions of hoarding, mentions of murder & suicide, descriptions of a crime/murder scene, gore/blood
SYNOPSIS | you remember your childhood home as a landmine, filled with metaphoric bombs just waiting to go off at any possible second—there was a reason you never came back home to visit after you moved out at the ripe age of eighteen. years later, your parents are dead and gone, and you realize that you have inherited that very same house—complete with the spirit that has haunted it since before you were born.
A/N | hello everyone!! this is my addition to the monster beside me collab hosted by @decembermoonskz!! super late, the collab was unofficially dissolved ages ago, and not my proudest work, but i wanted to finish this fic anyways since i was mostly done with it before my hiatus lol. slightly inspired by the webtoon my boo by jeongseo. please reblog and leave feedback/comments, it would be much appreciated!! 🫶
request to be added to current and future taglists HERE!
listen to the playlist HERE!
MASTERLIST | THE MONSTER BESIDE ME
JULY
The end of July is always slightly uncomfortable, you think. It’s the midst of summer, but perhaps that contributes to its unease, to the realization that everything in life is fleeting and temporary, but it is not a sad thing to think of, as it just is. That is how it always is and how it always will be. July is a reminder that everything comes to an end, even things that seem everlasting, like the pesky mosquitos that suckle at your plush flesh in the warm muggy evenings and the flashing memories of childhood that you can’t seem to forget when you eat a cheap cherry flavored ice pop.
Or, that’s what you think a relatively normal childhood would seem like. Not that you would really know.
warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (be safe), semi-public sex
word count: 4.5k
a/n: i was planning on finishing/posting this during the summer since it is literally snowing where i am but i couldn't resist 😻thank you to my baefy @moonhoures for helping me sort out this mess of a fic, this is for you mamas. also i had no idea how to end this so i apologize if it's a bit abrupt. enjoyyyyy (pls ignore any repeat paragraphs tumblr is stupid)
photos not mine, credits to rightful owners (retrieved from Pinterest)
it’s hot.
it is so hot.
the kind of hot where the pavement will burn and blister the soles of your feet if you go outside without shoes on. the kind of hot where you subconsciously toss your duvet off of yourself when you’re asleep since you’re sweating so much. unbearable, to put it simply.
but it's summer! you’re free to do whatever you please, all thoughts of studying and textbooks pushed to the back of your head until the new semester starts.
and on scorching days like today, what better way to cool down than by taking a dip?
the hot leather seats in your car sting the backs of your thighs as you climb in, making you jump slightly as you turn the keys and the engine roars to life. thank god for air conditioning you think to yourself as you turn up the fan, the cold air blowing against your damp skin. seatbelt on, obligatory mirror check, and you’re pulling out of your driveway.
a few stops are made on your way to the beach: two stops at your friends houses to pick them up, and one more at a convenience store to grab some much needed cold drinks. radio turned up to the max, you speed down the freeway with the windows down, the air filled with the scent of saltwater and freedom.
upon arrival, you find that the beach is less crowded than expected - albeit it is a weekday. you busy yourself with tying the strings on your friends bikini top before unrolling your designated beach blanket onto the sand. sunscreen is a must, so you all sit down to apply some before you dive into the enticing turquoise waves of the ocean that’s a mere walk away from where you’ve set up for the day.
“no way, is that jake sim?”
jake sim is somewhat of a socialite in your academic year. he somehow manages to be everywhere on campus at once because it seems like everyone knows him and/or has had a lecture with him. you’ve crossed paths with him a few times, even working with him briefly on a group project.
and apparently, he’s now working the lifeguard position at your local beach.
“that can’t be him, jake sim doesn’t have blonde hair.”
“but look at that nose bridge… and those ears?! that’s definitely him,” your friend ogles at jake, who’s looking at the sea with a pair of binoculars. “also, he could’ve just bleached his hair dipshit.”
almost as if on cue, the man in question looks over at the three of you (and you can confirm that it is actually jake sim), waves fondly, and then returns his attention to the other beachgoers.
“oh my god he looked directly at me!!!!”
“no way! he was obviously looking at me.”
honestly it seemed like he was looking at you, but you don’t say anything.
“do you think he’ll rub sunscreen on my back if i tell him it’s an emergency?”
“wait pass me one of those popsicles, i’m gonna suck on it real hard.”
you listen to your friends bicker over who’s going to catch jake’s attention first, and you roll your eyes. yes jake is conventionally attractive, but he’s not that hot.
sure, he has beautiful tanned skin, weirdly perfect teeth, broad shoulders, thick arms (and he does look really good as a blonde)...
fuck, maybe he is that hot.
not wanting to fuel the flames of desire that your friends are now harbouring for the man perched on top of the lifeguard tower, you decide to keep your mouth shut.
“it feels like i’m burning up, let’s go for a swim!” you state before pushing yourself off of the ground, grabbing your friends wrists and dragging them behind you. for some reason you feel inclined to take one final glance over your shoulder at jake, and you almost choke when you find his eyes are trained directly on your ass - which, mind you, is only half covered by your swimsuit bottoms.
the sudden chill of the ocean waves pulls all of your attention away from jake, and you shriek as you and your friends wade into thigh high water. although it feels like the waves are almost freezing, it’s such a relief on this unbearably hot day, and the three of you head further out into deeper water.
for majority of the time you’re swimming your friends seem to have forgotten jake, that is until a shrill whistle is heard followed by the lifeguard in question running down the sand and diving into the water (baywatch style) to sort out whatever conundrum is taking place.
it takes your friends awhile to get over that.
“did you see the way he dove into the water?! UGH! i want him to dive into my puss-” you shove her head underwater.
when the sun kisses the waves on the horizon you decide to head out. luckily you brought a change of clothes so you don’t have to drive home in your sodden bathing suit. although you leave the beach during sunset, you don’t get home until much later - an impromptu stop at a roadside diner left you subjected to listening to your friend’s drama for hours.
so, when you do finally arrive at your house after dropping your passengers off, it’s full on night-time.
rolling up the windows and turning the engine off, you reach into the backseat to grab your… bag.
“shit!” you knew you were forgetting something; now your beach bag is sitting alone in the sand. part of you contemplates just leaving it and going back tomorrow - the sun has already set and your legs are tired from being in the water all day. but your favourite pair of sunnies are in there! you can’t justify leaving them outside for someone to steal.
back to the beach we go. ugh.
the freeway is much emptier now compared to when you made the drive to the beach earlier this afternoon, but you like it. it’s much more, how can you put this… serene? like you’re in some kind of indie movie where you’re the main character, speeding down the freeway as the night air fills your lungs. you indulge yourself and turn up the radio.
pulling into the beach parking lot for the second time that day, you cut the engine of your car before getting out and heading over to the spot where you spent your afternoon. you try to ignore the sinking of your heart when you see that the beach is empty, your beloved tote bag nowhere to be found. well, at least you tried.
“yo y/n? is that you?”
you turn around to see jake, the hot topic of your afternoon, walking across the beach to where you’re standing. his hair bounces slightly with each stride and his torso is now covered with a sleeveless red top that reads ‘lifeguard’ in white letters across the chest.
“yea, it’s me,” shit, you didn’t want to sound overly excited with your response but that might’ve been too unequivocal.
“why’d you come back?” he starts, but then backtracks, “i uhh, saw you here earlier today with your friends.”
in contrast to how he looked earlier this afternoon, jake’s appearance is much cuter now. maybe it’s because his toned chest is covered and the sun isn’t making his skin look delicious, but he seems much more… bashful? like you want to kiss him and run your fingers through his hair instead of let him fuck the life out of you - although you still would do the latter.
“yea, i left my bag here but,” you scan the ground around you before looking back at jake, “looks like it’s gone.”
“we’ve got a lost and found bin in the lifeguard headquarters, wanna take a look in there?” jake suggests while pointing to a large wooden building a couple hundred metres down the shore.
“doesn’t hurt to try,” you shrug before following jake down the beach. seagrass that’s growing around the base of the wooden steps to the building tickles your ankles as you walk past it, following jake up the stairs. the white paint on the handrail of the staircase is chipping and you're reluctant to put your hand on it out of fear of getting a splinter. ahead of you, jake unlocks the flimsy screen door before stepping to the side, holding it open for you while you enter. and they say chivalry is dead.
“if someone turned your bag in it would be in there,” jake states as he steps inside, allowing the door to swing closed behind him before walking over to a clunky dark brown chest in the back corner of the room. a clearly home-made sign that reads ‘lost and found’ in red sharpie is stuck to the top of the chest with painters tape.
you try not to focus too hard on the prominent veins on jake’s forearm as he reaches down and swings the chest open, allowing the lid to rest on the wall behind it. there, sitting on top of a pile of forgotten towels and life jackets, is your tote bag.
“this is it!” you exclaim before wrapping your fingers around the worn out straps and pulling it out of the lost and found bin. immediately you begin to search through your bag, smiling when you pull out your favourite sunglasses that thankfully were not stolen.
“lucky sunnies?” jake questions while nodding to the glasses in your hand.
“not lucky, just my favourite ones,” you respond while clutching onto the plastic frames. “do you want to try them on?”
jake nods, and then proceeds to just stand there and look at you expectantly. it takes a second, but soon it clicks that he wants you to put them on him, so you open the temples and slide them onto his face.
his fingers briefly brush against yours as he moves to push them up the bridge of his nose before looking at you while posing like a model, “how do i look?”
“i’ll be honest,” you snicker, “i don’t think you can pull them off.”
“ouchhhh,” he feigns hurt before removing your sunnies and placing them back in your hand, laughing alongside you.
you’re not sure where to go from here. sure, you got what you came for, but you like talking to jake and you don’t want to stop. and something in his demeanour tells you that he likes talking to you too.
“you’ve got a beautiful view from here,” you state while making your way over to the large bay window that’s facing the ocean - jake follows behind you. the water appears to be almost black at this late hour, and the moon casts a pale white glow that reflects off of the surface of the sea. the waves lap at the shore melodically, creating a kind of ambience that could easily lull you to sleep.
if you strain your ears enough, you can hear the sound of jake’s breathing - it’s then you realise how close to you he really is. you pick up on the scent of salt water and sunscreen that clings to his skin, the soft whistle that passes his lips when he exhales, how he keeps glancing back and forth between your profile and the ocean.
“do you like working here, jake?”
his eyes meet yours briefly as he shifts his posture, opting to rest his weight on the wooden desk so his back is facing the window.
“it’s alright,” a heavy sigh passes his lips before he continues, “it pays well, and i like helping people, but i guess it can be kinda… draining?”
“understandable”
silence again. but it’s not an awkward silence. it’s comfortable, neither of you stretching the conversation out for longer than needed.
“i’m sure you get tons of girls throwing themselves at you though.”
jake laughs at your sudden statement before reaching up to timidly scratch at the back of his neck - something he does a lot when he’s nervous, you’ve noticed. it’s cute.
“ehh… not that many”
“oh come on! i’m sure you’re downplaying it.” you playfully shove jake’s shoulder as he tries to hide the bashful grin that’s plastered on his face, “my friends think you’re super hot. seriously, they could not stop ogling at you today.”
although the room you’re in is only lit from the glow of the moon, you can still see the faint blush that creeps its way onto jake’s cheeks at the sudden compliment. he laughs while hanging his head below his shoulders, his shaggy hair not quite long enough to hide how the tips of his ears have turned red as well.
he looks up at you before asking, “what do you think?”
you try your best to hide your outward reaction when you feel jake’s hand come in contact with your lower back. at this point he’s pressed up right against your side, and you can feel his breath fan against your ear when he exhales.
“hmm?”
“do you think i’m hot?”
you feel like a deer in headlights. of course you think jake is hot, but you’ve gotta play it cool.
“... yea?”
that was not cool.
both of you outwardly laugh at your coy response, with jake sheepishly burying his head into your shoulder. his blonde hair tickles the side of your face as he shakes his head to prevent himself from another outburst.
when your laughter dies down, jake keeps his head in the same place. you feel the tip of his nose drag along the skin in between your neck and your shoulder as he undoubtedly inhales the scent of your rose body wash.
jake’s hand that’s not resting on the small of your back makes its way up your arm, stopping at the thin strap of your cami before slipping his index and middle fingers underneath the elastic. he fiddles with the strap before allowing it to fall, and you shudder when his lips make contact with your now bare shoulder.
jake’s lips are soft and warm and you get a fluttering feeling in your tummy as he drags them along the skin of your shoulder. he kisses his way up your neck, the sensation almost distracting you from the feeling of his hand sneaking it’s way up your back to the other side of your face.
he holds your jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he detaches his lips from your neck, pulling away to look at you. his eyes have a certain look to them; a look that screams i want you and i want you now.
no boy has ever kissed you the way jake sim has. most boys are sloppy and kiss with too much teeth while trying to shove their tongues down your throat. jake is gentle though. from the way he leaned in to press his lips to yours to the way he cups your face in his hand, his actions are docile so as to not make you uncomfortable.
with time of course, he becomes more assertive. pushing his body flush against yours, he deepens the kiss while keeping a hold on your jaw. his teeth nip at your bottom lip and you allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth.
the bridge of his nose bumps against yours every so often as he works your face, his tongue pushing and gliding against yours as he explores your mouth.
a firm hand grasps your hip before turning you around, pushing you back and up so you’re sitting on the desk that creaks ever so slightly when you put your weight on it. it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you open your legs to allow jake to fit himself between them, his hips flush against your own.
his lips briefly meet your own before travelling down to your jaw, then your neck, then your collarbones before stopping at your breasts. your chest rises and falls with your breath as he sucks and nips at the supple skin of your tits, the action causing arousal to soak the cotton of your panties.
jake presses a couple chaste kisses to your chest before continuing his descent. you bite your lip in anticipation when you hear his knees make a dull thud as they come in contact with the floor, his fingers dragging up your thighs before stopping at the button of your gingham shorts.
“let’s get these off of you,” he somewhat whispers before popping the button open and pulling down the zipper before peering up at you through his eyelashes - that look alone almost makes you orgasm on the spot.
connecting the dots, you shift back onto your arms, allowing jake to pull your shorts down your legs, leaving you in your light pink lacy panties.
“cute,” jake whispers while playing with the frilly trim on the hem of your underwear, his fingers dipping underneath only to let go and allow the elastic to snap against your skin.
in a similar fashion to before, he begins to make his way up your legs, kissing and licking at the insides of your thighs as he moves closer and closer to where you need him the most. you can feel your panties sticking to your cunt, and you’re sure there’s a sizeable wet patch that will boost jake’s ego - seeing as he’s the one who caused it.
your legs feel like jelly hanging off of jake’s shoulders as he pushes his face against your core, the tip of his tapered nose pressing against your clit through your soaked panties. you brace yourself as jake licks a stripe from the top to the bottom of your cunt through the ruined fabric of your panties, his hands prying your thighs even further apart.
the rough cotton material sticks to your pussy and jake repeats his actions, causing you to moan out into the empty room. you’re about to complain about how the feeling of your panties stuck to you is now bordering on being uncomfortable, but jake seems to read your mind since he pulls them off of your hips and tosses them on top of your discarded shorts.
jake takes a few seconds to admire your now bare pussy, which is gleaming with wetness from his previous ministrations. the longer he looks at you the more shy you become, and you’re just about to beg him to do something before he dives into you.
his tongue explores your folds as he laps up your juices, acting as if your cunt is a cold cherry slushie that’s been given to him on a scorching hot day. “fuck jake~” you exhale while driving your hips against his face.
his tongue swirls around your hole a few times before testing the waters and dipping inside every so slightly, and when you grab a fistful of his hair in response, he knows he did something good. moving upwards from your entrance, he directs his attention to your clit; wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. your back arches at the sensation and you implore him to continue.
while jake’s mouth is focused on your clit, he removes his right hand from where it was gripping your thigh to bring it up to your cunt. he pulls his mouth off of your clit momentarily to suck on his ring and middle finger, coating them with his spit before sliding them down to your entrance.
you gasp when you feel jake’s digits slip into your dripping hole, his lips moving back to wrap around your clit once again. the feeling has you keening and you arch your back, your arms tired from holding the weight of your torso up.
the wet sound coming from jake’s fingers slipping in and out of you and his tongue sucking at your clit mimic those of the lapping of the ocean waves behind you, and for a second you’re reminded of where you are. you’re in a lifeguard tower getting your pussy devoured by jake sim. holy shit. your friends would kill to be you right now.
when jake begins to curl his fingers inside of you you know you’re a goner. they graze your g-spot with every thrust and you can feel your ograsm ebbing and you rock your hips into his face.
jake’s brows are furrowed with concentration as he continues you pleasure you, undoubtedly feeling the way your walls are getting tighter and tighter around his fingers. “fuck jake, i’m cum-” is all you manage to moan out before your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave.
your elbows wobble and you fall back onto your forearms as jake removes his fingers from you. he keeps his mouth on you though, continuing to eat you out through your orgasm. and, when you begin to squirm, he pulls away.
when jake stands up and hovers over you, you swear you almost cum again. his lips and chin are tainted with your essence, and his hair is dishevelled from the way your thighs were clamping around his head.
you watch as he haphazardly wipes his mouth on the back of his forearm before moving up your body to plant his lips on yours. it’s weird, tasting yourself on his lips, his tongue, but you like it.
his semi-hard cock covered by the fabric of his shorts presses against your exposed cunt, and you whine at the sudden contact.
“i really wanna have sex with you,” jake groans; it almost sounds like he’s in pain.
“then have sex with me,” you whine in response while allowing your hands to explore the expanse of jake’s back. you note that he’s still fully clothed.
“i uhhh,” he hesitates, “i don’t have any condoms.”
ah shit. there’s that issue. jake’s statement hangs in the air as he waits for you to respond while you weigh the options in your head. fuck it, this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and you really want jake sim to fuck you.
“that’s fine.”
jake seems somewhat taken aback at your answer, his head tilting to the side slightly before clarifying, “really?”
“mhm,” you whisper somewhat seductively, trying to get back on track to where you were before. jake bites his lip and whispers a quiet fuck underneath his breath before peeling himself off of you. his fingers, two of which are still stained with your release, wrap around the hem of his shirt before he pulls it over his head.
his bottoms are next, and you watch with excitement as he unbuttons his shorts before pulling them off, his boxers coming with them. your heart rate picks up as you watch jake pump his cock a few times before slotting his hips between yours.
a pathetic whimper escapes your lips as you feel him drag the tip of his cock through your folds with ease, convulsing slightly when he bumps into your clit.
after what feels like an eternity of teasing (although you’re sure it couldn’t have been that long), jake pushes his dick inside of you, inserting just the tip at first before slowly sinking into your warm cunt.
the two of you groan in unison when he bottoms out, his chest pressed up against yours as he adjusts to the feeling of your pussy suffocating his cock. both of your breathing is already somewhat laboured at the excitement of it all, and you press a few kisses to his neck in an attempt to get him to move.
with some hesitation, jake pulls his hips away from yours so just his tip is inside of you before pushing back into you again. you allow yourself to lie flat against the old wooden desk underneath you, your hands on jakes shoulders pulling him down with you.
jake hides his face in the crook of your neck as he deliberately picks up the pace of his thrusts. his cockl stretches you deliciously and hits you in all of the right places, and you question if the two of you were made for eachother.
the corners of the window begin to slowly fog up as the two of you moan aloud into the open space. jake shifts so all of his weight is resting on one of his arms as the other makes contact with your breast. he massages your boob over the fabric of your cami before his hand makes its way to your cunt.
a pornographic moan escapes your lips when you feel his fingers press against your clit, your walls tightening around his cock which causes him to groan and bite onto the skin of your shoulder.
there’s a growing pressure in your lower abdomen that’s only getting stronger and stronger as jake continues to fuck you against the wooden desk that’s scratching the skin of your shoulder baldes.
jake’s close as well, you can tell by the way he’s losing his inhibition while pummeling his dick inside of you. sensing that you’re close to finishing, he grunts into your neck: “where can i finish?’
you tighten the grip of your thighs around his hips, a silent plea for him to finish inside of you.
jake pulls his head away from your neck to look at you directly, his eyes wide with concern and lust, “are you sure?”
you nod and whisper a quick ‘yes’ before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down so his lips are on yours again. it’s hard to call it a kiss, since the two of you are essentially just moaning into each other’s mouths, but the sudden intimacy of it all is what sends you over the edge.
a high-pitched moan is drawn from you as your second, and more powerful, orgasm of the night washes over you. it feels as if all of your nerves are on fire and you’re sure your skin is covered with goosebumps as your walls flutter around jake’s cock.
jake finishes with possibly the hottest groan you’ve ever heard and you feel him cum inside of you, warming you up from the inside out.
the two of you take a minute to bask in the post-orgasm haze you both are feeling, your chests heaving as you regain your breath. once your breathing has settled, the comforting sound of the rolling of the waves takes over.
jake kisses you once more before pulling out of you, careful to not be too abrupt with his movements in case he hurts you. he uses a red hand towel to clean you up, and then outstretches his hand to pull you up from where you’re lying.
your joints ache as you push yourself off of the countertop to get dressed, knowing that you’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow. once you’re finished getting dressed you look over your shoulder at jake, who’s leaned up against the wall with a smirk adorning his features; undoubtedly enjoying the view of you pulling your clothes back on.
walking over to jake, you lean against his chest and allow his arms to wrap around you, feeling safe in his embrace. you bask in the comforting silence and feel the way jake’s chest rises and falls as he inhales and exhales. this is all i need, you think. the moon, the ocean, and the hot lifeguard.
hello sky my beloved, long time no talk. i hope you’ve been doing well and slaying as you usually do 😚 i think you’ll be happy to hear that i recently watched the star wars movies for the first time and am now apart of the #hoes4haydenchristensenclub can’t wait to drool over him w you soon when i come back (for the hundredth time) 🫶🏻 luv u bby 🩵🩵
HI MAWMAWWWW SORRY IM GETTING TO THIS SO LATE 😭😭😭😭😭
I’ve been doing alright (not actually lmao)!!! I’m just very on edge because I’m about to graduate university what the fuck like I literally have a week and a half if assignments left then I’m done LOL so feeling very stressed and nervous about THAT and the prospect of my life beyond my undergrad is scary 😀
YASSSSSSS another Star Wars diva I love to see it 🙏🏼 and HAYDEN AHHHHHH hee actually soooo husband especially as anakin like ughhhhhhh need to swallow his children or smth 🥴
HOW ARE YOU MAMAS!!! pls don’t tell me you’ve checked out as I answer these I wanna kiki and I’ll be better at responding I swear 🙏🏼 I’ve missed you sooo much moon I hope you’re doing well!!! 💗
warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (be safe), semi-public sex
word count: 4.5k
a/n: i was planning on finishing/posting this during the summer since it is literally snowing where i am but i couldn't resist 😻thank you to my baefy @moonhoures for helping me sort out this mess of a fic, this is for you mamas. also i had no idea how to end this so i apologize if it's a bit abrupt. enjoyyyyy (pls ignore any repeat paragraphs tumblr is stupid)
photos not mine, credits to rightful owners (retrieved from Pinterest)
it’s hot.
it is so hot.
the kind of hot where the pavement will burn and blister the soles of your feet if you go outside without shoes on. the kind of hot where you subconsciously toss your duvet off of yourself when you’re asleep since you’re sweating so much. unbearable, to put it simply.
but it's summer! you’re free to do whatever you please, all thoughts of studying and textbooks pushed to the back of your head until the new semester starts.
and on scorching days like today, what better way to cool down than by taking a dip?
the hot leather seats in your car sting the backs of your thighs as you climb in, making you jump slightly as you turn the keys and the engine roars to life. thank god for air conditioning you think to yourself as you turn up the fan, the cold air blowing against your damp skin. seatbelt on, obligatory mirror check, and you’re pulling out of your driveway.
a few stops are made on your way to the beach: two stops at your friends houses to pick them up, and one more at a convenience store to grab some much needed cold drinks. radio turned up to the max, you speed down the freeway with the windows down, the air filled with the scent of saltwater and freedom.
upon arrival, you find that the beach is less crowded than expected - albeit it is a weekday. you busy yourself with tying the strings on your friends bikini top before unrolling your designated beach blanket onto the sand. sunscreen is a must, so you all sit down to apply some before you dive into the enticing turquoise waves of the ocean that’s a mere walk away from where you’ve set up for the day.
“no way, is that jake sim?”
jake sim is somewhat of a socialite in your academic year. he somehow manages to be everywhere on campus at once because it seems like everyone knows him and/or has had a lecture with him. you’ve crossed paths with him a few times, even working with him briefly on a group project.
and apparently, he’s now working the lifeguard position at your local beach.
“that can’t be him, jake sim doesn’t have blonde hair.”
“but look at that nose bridge… and those ears?! that’s definitely him,” your friend ogles at jake, who’s looking at the sea with a pair of binoculars. “also, he could’ve just bleached his hair dipshit.”
almost as if on cue, the man in question looks over at the three of you (and you can confirm that it is actually jake sim), waves fondly, and then returns his attention to the other beachgoers.
“oh my god he looked directly at me!!!!”
“no way! he was obviously looking at me.”
honestly it seemed like he was looking at you, but you don’t say anything.
“do you think he’ll rub sunscreen on my back if i tell him it’s an emergency?”
“wait pass me one of those popsicles, i’m gonna suck on it real hard.”
you listen to your friends bicker over who’s going to catch jake’s attention first, and you roll your eyes. yes jake is conventionally attractive, but he’s not that hot.
sure, he has beautiful tanned skin, weirdly perfect teeth, broad shoulders, thick arms (and he does look really good as a blonde)...
fuck, maybe he is that hot.
not wanting to fuel the flames of desire that your friends are now harbouring for the man perched on top of the lifeguard tower, you decide to keep your mouth shut.
“it feels like i’m burning up, let’s go for a swim!” you state before pushing yourself off of the ground, grabbing your friends wrists and dragging them behind you. for some reason you feel inclined to take one final glance over your shoulder at jake, and you almost choke when you find his eyes are trained directly on your ass - which, mind you, is only half covered by your swimsuit bottoms.
the sudden chill of the ocean waves pulls all of your attention away from jake, and you shriek as you and your friends wade into thigh high water. although it feels like the waves are almost freezing, it’s such a relief on this unbearably hot day, and the three of you head further out into deeper water.
for majority of the time you’re swimming your friends seem to have forgotten jake, that is until a shrill whistle is heard followed by the lifeguard in question running down the sand and diving into the water (baywatch style) to sort out whatever conundrum is taking place.
it takes your friends awhile to get over that.
“did you see the way he dove into the water?! UGH! i want him to dive into my puss-” you shove her head underwater.
when the sun kisses the waves on the horizon you decide to head out. luckily you brought a change of clothes so you don’t have to drive home in your sodden bathing suit. although you leave the beach during sunset, you don’t get home until much later - an impromptu stop at a roadside diner left you subjected to listening to your friend’s drama for hours.
so, when you do finally arrive at your house after dropping your passengers off, it’s full on night-time.
rolling up the windows and turning the engine off, you reach into the backseat to grab your… bag.
“shit!” you knew you were forgetting something; now your beach bag is sitting alone in the sand. part of you contemplates just leaving it and going back tomorrow - the sun has already set and your legs are tired from being in the water all day. but your favourite pair of sunnies are in there! you can’t justify leaving them outside for someone to steal.
back to the beach we go. ugh.
the freeway is much emptier now compared to when you made the drive to the beach earlier this afternoon, but you like it. it’s much more, how can you put this… serene? like you’re in some kind of indie movie where you’re the main character, speeding down the freeway as the night air fills your lungs. you indulge yourself and turn up the radio.
pulling into the beach parking lot for the second time that day, you cut the engine of your car before getting out and heading over to the spot where you spent your afternoon. you try to ignore the sinking of your heart when you see that the beach is empty, your beloved tote bag nowhere to be found. well, at least you tried.
“yo y/n? is that you?”
you turn around to see jake, the hot topic of your afternoon, walking across the beach to where you’re standing. his hair bounces slightly with each stride and his torso is now covered with a sleeveless red top that reads ‘lifeguard’ in white letters across the chest.
“yea, it’s me,” shit, you didn’t want to sound overly excited with your response but that might’ve been too unequivocal.
“why’d you come back?” he starts, but then backtracks, “i uhh, saw you here earlier today with your friends.”
in contrast to how he looked earlier this afternoon, jake’s appearance is much cuter now. maybe it’s because his toned chest is covered and the sun isn’t making his skin look delicious, but he seems much more… bashful? like you want to kiss him and run your fingers through his hair instead of let him fuck the life out of you - although you still would do the latter.
“yea, i left my bag here but,” you scan the ground around you before looking back at jake, “looks like it’s gone.”
“we’ve got a lost and found bin in the lifeguard headquarters, wanna take a look in there?” jake suggests while pointing to a large wooden building a couple hundred metres down the shore.
“doesn’t hurt to try,” you shrug before following jake down the beach. seagrass that’s growing around the base of the wooden steps to the building tickles your ankles as you walk past it, following jake up the stairs. the white paint on the handrail of the staircase is chipping and you're reluctant to put your hand on it out of fear of getting a splinter. ahead of you, jake unlocks the flimsy screen door before stepping to the side, holding it open for you while you enter. and they say chivalry is dead.
“if someone turned your bag in it would be in there,” jake states as he steps inside, allowing the door to swing closed behind him before walking over to a clunky dark brown chest in the back corner of the room. a clearly home-made sign that reads ‘lost and found’ in red sharpie is stuck to the top of the chest with painters tape.
you try not to focus too hard on the prominent veins on jake’s forearm as he reaches down and swings the chest open, allowing the lid to rest on the wall behind it. there, sitting on top of a pile of forgotten towels and life jackets, is your tote bag.
“this is it!” you exclaim before wrapping your fingers around the worn out straps and pulling it out of the lost and found bin. immediately you begin to search through your bag, smiling when you pull out your favourite sunglasses that thankfully were not stolen.
“lucky sunnies?” jake questions while nodding to the glasses in your hand.
“not lucky, just my favourite ones,” you respond while clutching onto the plastic frames. “do you want to try them on?”
jake nods, and then proceeds to just stand there and look at you expectantly. it takes a second, but soon it clicks that he wants you to put them on him, so you open the temples and slide them onto his face.
his fingers briefly brush against yours as he moves to push them up the bridge of his nose before looking at you while posing like a model, “how do i look?”
“i’ll be honest,” you snicker, “i don’t think you can pull them off.”
“ouchhhh,” he feigns hurt before removing your sunnies and placing them back in your hand, laughing alongside you.
you’re not sure where to go from here. sure, you got what you came for, but you like talking to jake and you don’t want to stop. and something in his demeanour tells you that he likes talking to you too.
“you’ve got a beautiful view from here,” you state while making your way over to the large bay window that’s facing the ocean - jake follows behind you. the water appears to be almost black at this late hour, and the moon casts a pale white glow that reflects off of the surface of the sea. the waves lap at the shore melodically, creating a kind of ambience that could easily lull you to sleep.
if you strain your ears enough, you can hear the sound of jake’s breathing - it’s then you realise how close to you he really is. you pick up on the scent of salt water and sunscreen that clings to his skin, the soft whistle that passes his lips when he exhales, how he keeps glancing back and forth between your profile and the ocean.
“do you like working here, jake?”
his eyes meet yours briefly as he shifts his posture, opting to rest his weight on the wooden desk so his back is facing the window.
“it’s alright,” a heavy sigh passes his lips before he continues, “it pays well, and i like helping people, but i guess it can be kinda… draining?”
“understandable”
silence again. but it’s not an awkward silence. it’s comfortable, neither of you stretching the conversation out for longer than needed.
“i’m sure you get tons of girls throwing themselves at you though.”
jake laughs at your sudden statement before reaching up to timidly scratch at the back of his neck - something he does a lot when he’s nervous, you’ve noticed. it’s cute.
“ehh… not that many”
“oh come on! i’m sure you’re downplaying it.” you playfully shove jake’s shoulder as he tries to hide the bashful grin that’s plastered on his face, “my friends think you’re super hot. seriously, they could not stop ogling at you today.”
although the room you’re in is only lit from the glow of the moon, you can still see the faint blush that creeps its way onto jake’s cheeks at the sudden compliment. he laughs while hanging his head below his shoulders, his shaggy hair not quite long enough to hide how the tips of his ears have turned red as well.
he looks up at you before asking, “what do you think?”
you try your best to hide your outward reaction when you feel jake’s hand come in contact with your lower back. at this point he’s pressed up right against your side, and you can feel his breath fan against your ear when he exhales.
“hmm?”
“do you think i’m hot?”
you feel like a deer in headlights. of course you think jake is hot, but you’ve gotta play it cool.
“... yea?”
that was not cool.
both of you outwardly laugh at your coy response, with jake sheepishly burying his head into your shoulder. his blonde hair tickles the side of your face as he shakes his head to prevent himself from another outburst.
when your laughter dies down, jake keeps his head in the same place. you feel the tip of his nose drag along the skin in between your neck and your shoulder as he undoubtedly inhales the scent of your rose body wash.
jake’s hand that’s not resting on the small of your back makes its way up your arm, stopping at the thin strap of your cami before slipping his index and middle fingers underneath the elastic. he fiddles with the strap before allowing it to fall, and you shudder when his lips make contact with your now bare shoulder.
jake’s lips are soft and warm and you get a fluttering feeling in your tummy as he drags them along the skin of your shoulder. he kisses his way up your neck, the sensation almost distracting you from the feeling of his hand sneaking it’s way up your back to the other side of your face.
he holds your jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he detaches his lips from your neck, pulling away to look at you. his eyes have a certain look to them; a look that screams i want you and i want you now.
no boy has ever kissed you the way jake sim has. most boys are sloppy and kiss with too much teeth while trying to shove their tongues down your throat. jake is gentle though. from the way he leaned in to press his lips to yours to the way he cups your face in his hand, his actions are docile so as to not make you uncomfortable.
with time of course, he becomes more assertive. pushing his body flush against yours, he deepens the kiss while keeping a hold on your jaw. his teeth nip at your bottom lip and you allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth.
the bridge of his nose bumps against yours every so often as he works your face, his tongue pushing and gliding against yours as he explores your mouth.
a firm hand grasps your hip before turning you around, pushing you back and up so you’re sitting on the desk that creaks ever so slightly when you put your weight on it. it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you open your legs to allow jake to fit himself between them, his hips flush against your own.
his lips briefly meet your own before travelling down to your jaw, then your neck, then your collarbones before stopping at your breasts. your chest rises and falls with your breath as he sucks and nips at the supple skin of your tits, the action causing arousal to soak the cotton of your panties.
jake presses a couple chaste kisses to your chest before continuing his descent. you bite your lip in anticipation when you hear his knees make a dull thud as they come in contact with the floor, his fingers dragging up your thighs before stopping at the button of your gingham shorts.
“let’s get these off of you,” he somewhat whispers before popping the button open and pulling down the zipper before peering up at you through his eyelashes - that look alone almost makes you orgasm on the spot.
connecting the dots, you shift back onto your arms, allowing jake to pull your shorts down your legs, leaving you in your light pink lacy panties.
“cute,” jake whispers while playing with the frilly trim on the hem of your underwear, his fingers dipping underneath only to let go and allow the elastic to snap against your skin.
in a similar fashion to before, he begins to make his way up your legs, kissing and licking at the insides of your thighs as he moves closer and closer to where you need him the most. you can feel your panties sticking to your cunt, and you’re sure there’s a sizeable wet patch that will boost jake’s ego - seeing as he’s the one who caused it.
your legs feel like jelly hanging off of jake’s shoulders as he pushes his face against your core, the tip of his tapered nose pressing against your clit through your soaked panties. you brace yourself as jake licks a stripe from the top to the bottom of your cunt through the ruined fabric of your panties, his hands prying your thighs even further apart.
the rough cotton material sticks to your pussy and jake repeats his actions, causing you to moan out into the empty room. you’re about to complain about how the feeling of your panties stuck to you is now bordering on being uncomfortable, but jake seems to read your mind since he pulls them off of your hips and tosses them on top of your discarded shorts.
jake takes a few seconds to admire your now bare pussy, which is gleaming with wetness from his previous ministrations. the longer he looks at you the more shy you become, and you’re just about to beg him to do something before he dives into you.
his tongue explores your folds as he laps up your juices, acting as if your cunt is a cold cherry slushie that’s been given to him on a scorching hot day. “fuck jake~” you exhale while driving your hips against his face.
his tongue swirls around your hole a few times before testing the waters and dipping inside every so slightly, and when you grab a fistful of his hair in response, he knows he did something good. moving upwards from your entrance, he directs his attention to your clit; wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. your back arches at the sensation and you implore him to continue.
while jake’s mouth is focused on your clit, he removes his right hand from where it was gripping your thigh to bring it up to your cunt. he pulls his mouth off of your clit momentarily to suck on his ring and middle finger, coating them with his spit before sliding them down to your entrance.
you gasp when you feel jake’s digits slip into your dripping hole, his lips moving back to wrap around your clit once again. the feeling has you keening and you arch your back, your arms tired from holding the weight of your torso up.
the wet sound coming from jake’s fingers slipping in and out of you and his tongue sucking at your clit mimic those of the lapping of the ocean waves behind you, and for a second you’re reminded of where you are. you’re in a lifeguard tower getting your pussy devoured by jake sim. holy shit. your friends would kill to be you right now.
when jake begins to curl his fingers inside of you you know you’re a goner. they graze your g-spot with every thrust and you can feel your ograsm ebbing and you rock your hips into his face.
jake’s brows are furrowed with concentration as he continues you pleasure you, undoubtedly feeling the way your walls are getting tighter and tighter around his fingers. “fuck jake, i’m cum-” is all you manage to moan out before your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave.
your elbows wobble and you fall back onto your forearms as jake removes his fingers from you. he keeps his mouth on you though, continuing to eat you out through your orgasm. and, when you begin to squirm, he pulls away.
when jake stands up and hovers over you, you swear you almost cum again. his lips and chin are tainted with your essence, and his hair is dishevelled from the way your thighs were clamping around his head.
you watch as he haphazardly wipes his mouth on the back of his forearm before moving up your body to plant his lips on yours. it’s weird, tasting yourself on his lips, his tongue, but you like it.
his semi-hard cock covered by the fabric of his shorts presses against your exposed cunt, and you whine at the sudden contact.
“i really wanna have sex with you,” jake groans; it almost sounds like he’s in pain.
“then have sex with me,” you whine in response while allowing your hands to explore the expanse of jake’s back. you note that he’s still fully clothed.
“i uhhh,” he hesitates, “i don’t have any condoms.”
ah shit. there’s that issue. jake’s statement hangs in the air as he waits for you to respond while you weigh the options in your head. fuck it, this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and you really want jake sim to fuck you.
“that’s fine.”
jake seems somewhat taken aback at your answer, his head tilting to the side slightly before clarifying, “really?”
“mhm,” you whisper somewhat seductively, trying to get back on track to where you were before. jake bites his lip and whispers a quiet fuck underneath his breath before peeling himself off of you. his fingers, two of which are still stained with your release, wrap around the hem of his shirt before he pulls it over his head.
his bottoms are next, and you watch with excitement as he unbuttons his shorts before pulling them off, his boxers coming with them. your heart rate picks up as you watch jake pump his cock a few times before slotting his hips between yours.
a pathetic whimper escapes your lips as you feel him drag the tip of his cock through your folds with ease, convulsing slightly when he bumps into your clit.
after what feels like an eternity of teasing (although you’re sure it couldn’t have been that long), jake pushes his dick inside of you, inserting just the tip at first before slowly sinking into your warm cunt.
the two of you groan in unison when he bottoms out, his chest pressed up against yours as he adjusts to the feeling of your pussy suffocating his cock. both of your breathing is already somewhat laboured at the excitement of it all, and you press a few kisses to his neck in an attempt to get him to move.
with some hesitation, jake pulls his hips away from yours so just his tip is inside of you before pushing back into you again. you allow yourself to lie flat against the old wooden desk underneath you, your hands on jakes shoulders pulling him down with you.
jake hides his face in the crook of your neck as he deliberately picks up the pace of his thrusts. his cockl stretches you deliciously and hits you in all of the right places, and you question if the two of you were made for eachother.
the corners of the window begin to slowly fog up as the two of you moan aloud into the open space. jake shifts so all of his weight is resting on one of his arms as the other makes contact with your breast. he massages your boob over the fabric of your cami before his hand makes its way to your cunt.
a pornographic moan escapes your lips when you feel his fingers press against your clit, your walls tightening around his cock which causes him to groan and bite onto the skin of your shoulder.
there’s a growing pressure in your lower abdomen that’s only getting stronger and stronger as jake continues to fuck you against the wooden desk that’s scratching the skin of your shoulder baldes.
jake’s close as well, you can tell by the way he’s losing his inhibition while pummeling his dick inside of you. sensing that you’re close to finishing, he grunts into your neck: “where can i finish?’
you tighten the grip of your thighs around his hips, a silent plea for him to finish inside of you.
jake pulls his head away from your neck to look at you directly, his eyes wide with concern and lust, “are you sure?”
you nod and whisper a quick ‘yes’ before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down so his lips are on yours again. it’s hard to call it a kiss, since the two of you are essentially just moaning into each other’s mouths, but the sudden intimacy of it all is what sends you over the edge.
a high-pitched moan is drawn from you as your second, and more powerful, orgasm of the night washes over you. it feels as if all of your nerves are on fire and you’re sure your skin is covered with goosebumps as your walls flutter around jake’s cock.
jake finishes with possibly the hottest groan you’ve ever heard and you feel him cum inside of you, warming you up from the inside out.
the two of you take a minute to bask in the post-orgasm haze you both are feeling, your chests heaving as you regain your breath. once your breathing has settled, the comforting sound of the rolling of the waves takes over.
jake kisses you once more before pulling out of you, careful to not be too abrupt with his movements in case he hurts you. he uses a red hand towel to clean you up, and then outstretches his hand to pull you up from where you’re lying.
your joints ache as you push yourself off of the countertop to get dressed, knowing that you’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow. once you’re finished getting dressed you look over your shoulder at jake, who’s leaned up against the wall with a smirk adorning his features; undoubtedly enjoying the view of you pulling your clothes back on.
walking over to jake, you lean against his chest and allow his arms to wrap around you, feeling safe in his embrace. you bask in the comforting silence and feel the way jake’s chest rises and falls as he inhales and exhales. this is all i need, you think. the moon, the ocean, and the hot lifeguard.
it’s slowly starting to warm up here in canada so while I work on a fun summery fic for a different enha member, feel free to indulge in lifeguard jakey 🫶
