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𝓦c ::: 5.9k 𐙚 𝓢harinote ::: this is like a play on my old roommate jake fic... I miss lilmashae bad smts y'all :( 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: roommate jake is superrr annoying & hardly considerate · multiple orgasms · teasing · oral (f) · cowgirl - missionary - all the positions · soobin (txt) mentioned (small suggestive scene with him?) · a little bit of dry humping · teasing · fingering (f) · slight degradation (he says something about her being in heat... that's it :/) - praise (jake confesses(?) mid-fuck) · unprotected sex - implied creampie - etc.

each night was worse than the last... every night—they got louder and louder... each girl seemed more desperate than the last.

none of them could top jake though.

you didn't know who had it worse... you, or them.

on one hand, he'd wear the poor girl's out, from late at night to sunrise he’d be fucking them to the hilt. but on the other... you had to hear it—their unbelievably loud pornographic screams and yelps. every. fucking. night.

the audacity of him... only a man so desperate, so shameless could face his roommate (or anyone) with such nonchalance knowing what he gets up to. you pinched your temples hearing the giggles trailing off behind the slam of your apartment's door. about time. his bedroom was one thing—but the living room? oh you couldn't wait to stick it to him…

"you look like shit." you groaned finally stepping foot outside of your bedroom, squinting your eyes at jake's smart remark. your roommate was undeniably handsome... which you take it he must be painfully aware of by the way he parades around barely clothed even after whatever 'lucky' girl has left.

with his stupid toned abs and honey skin... his gorgeous hair—face and his nose... god, that nose… not that you were staring, or into him or anything, but you’re just so sure his nose would nudge up against your—

"i wonder why..." playfully you lifted your hand to smack him on the side. "ouch! seriously? you're not really upset are you?"

"me? no way, but i do feel bad for that poor girl who just left." you grinned. "oh yeah?" jake leaned against the counter beside you as you stretched out for the cereal on the top shelf—only for him to grab it first. "thanks..." you took the box from his hands, emptying it into your bowl before spinning around to dip into the fridge.

"and yeah, you just about wore her out... this might be a new record," you scoffed. "even for you."

"it couldn't have been that bad, not as bad as last week when—"

"so you are self aware then?" you interjected, fixing him with a deadpan stare as you poured your milk. "i guess i am." the man chuckled, it was low—almost teasing as he resumed his spot against the counter.

silence settled between you as you focused on devouring your breakfast of fruity pebbles, but you could feel his eyes on you—carefully watching the way your spoon disappeared past your lips with each bite as his throat bobbed. "do you want some?" you arched a brow, ever so slightly smiling as you sauntered toward the dining table.

"nah," he said, shaking his head. "i'm heading to the gym. hoon wants to squeeze in a few arm workouts before his game tonight." "cool," you nodded, casually glancing at the clock above the door. 11:00 am.

"you coming home? or are you going straight to work after?" you watched as he turned around to face you. "i'm off," he shoved his hands into his pockets. "i’ll probably hang at hee’s with jay afterward though." you nodded again, and this time, your roommate disappeared into his bedroom—assumably to get ready for his ‘gym-date’ with sunghoon.

it was perfect.

if jake was going out with heeseung, he’d be gone for hours—five or six, easily. and if today was like any other saturday between him and sunghoon, their stupid little gym session would last around two hours.

you did the math in your head—jake’d be gone for a total of eight hours, leaving you home alone for… well, all day.

while your roommate might’ve been lacking in the shame department, you weren’t.

you were far more… modest than jake. though, your friends called it sneaky… regardless, you weren’t nearly as prude as jake believed you to be.

you didn’t hesitate to scurry back into your room after finishing up your breakfast. you’d slammed the door shut, heart pounding with anticipation as you snatched up your phone to fire off a text to soobin.

god, it’s been way too long.

normally, you’d be able to see him at least twice a month… but lately? who knew what was up with jake. he’d been impossible. every night, it was a different girl, loud and attention-seeking.

and when he wasn’t tangled up with some random frat-party hookup, he was hogging the apartment—sprawled out on the couch, glued to his game with heeseung, or buried in textbooks at the dinning room table. which, truthfully, wouldn't be a problem... if it weren't for soobin's four roommates.

point was, there was never a moment of privacy… nowhere for you and your fuck buddy to do what you did best—hook up. not with jake taking up every damn inch of the apartment… and certainly not with soobin’s four roommates lurking at every corner.

y/n: soobin ^_^ y/n: wyd later? 11:38 am

sb: hey y/nnie :)) sb: i should be free... what's up, pretty girl? 11:40 am

y/n: my roomate'll be out til late... want to come over? 11:43 am

s/b: yk i do s/b: i'll see you in an hour? 11:47 am

y/n: sounds good, soob :3 read 11:51 am

you grinned to yourself, feeling content.

finally.

you deserved this—maybe even more than jake did. he got his fill on a near-nightly basis while you’d been living in an unintended dry spell for months... though that was about to end.

lost in your thoughts, you hardly even registered the knock on your bedroom door until jake’s voice cut through the silence. "i'm heading out, y/n!"

"alright!" you called back, gnawing on your bottom lip as you listened for the soft click of the front door.

it really has been way too long.

soobin hadn’t been over in what felt like ages and the state of your apartment was proof enough of that... but cleaning was easy though—especially with the adrenaline of your pending dick-appointment practically buzzing through your veins.

fueled by anticipation, you breezed through each chore... from wiping down counters to fluffing pillows, and even lighting a candle to set the mood for the evening. before you knew it, you were in the shower, steam curdling around you as you carefully shaved your legs, scrubbing your skin until it was baby-smooth...

you froze with your heart pounding in your throat.

knock, knock!

with water still dripping from your skin, you heard the sound echo through the apartment. an hour had seemingly passed in no time, with your towel engulfed around your body, you peeked your head out from behind the bathroom door, "just a second!" you could hear soobin's muffled voice behind the thick wood of the door. "mh, take your time!" he called back.

quickly, you patted your skin dry, slipping into a pair of sweatpants and tugging a tank top over your still-damp hair.

finally, after a glance in the mirror, a couple spritzes of perfume, and a deep breath, you skipped out of the bathroom, smoothing your hands over any wrinkles in your shirt before swinging the door open.

"hi." a smile tugged at your lips, glancing up at the tall male in front of you—he looked even better than you'd imagined. whatever built up frustration you had burning in your stomach was begging to be let out. soobin chuckled, reaching out to tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear. “your hair’s wet.”

“oh! yeah, just got out of the shower.”

his grin widened as you stepped aside, inviting him in. “good to know.” he chuckled as he waltzed in behind you.

awkward as it may have seemed, it wasn't that way for long—the two of you exchanged in small talk before deciding to turn on a movie, casually catching up like friends rather than… whatever label some people might slap onto your arrangement. “how about this one?” you suggested, scrolling through the endless movie options presented before you.

soobin groaned dramatically, though the arm draping around your shoulders suggested he wasn’t all that bothered. “seriously? that one?” “yes, that one.” you scoffed, leaning into his chest. “it’s not like we’ll actually be watching it anyway.”

a smirk played on his lips. “i guess you’re right.”

without anymore time to think, his lips crashed onto yours. the plush of his lips molded against your own at a rhythm unique to the both of you. you found yourself straddling the brunette as he deepened the kiss, your fingers threaded through his hair, his own hands pawing at your sides whilst you grinded into him. "f-fuck." you sighed into his mouth, pleasure winding tight in your core.. you dove into his lips once more, this time your tongue flicking against his bottom lip, coaxing his tongue out of his mouth to intertwine with your own. it felt timeless—kissing soobin.

but unfortunately, time was in fact relevant.

thirty minutes had passed, you and his lips entangled, never neglecting one another as you were completely into one another. "’want to take my time with you, yeah?" he groaned. "s'been so long, 'want to go slow." he murmured against your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

you squirmed, nodding as your breath hitched. “yeah…” it was a shaky exhale—your hips pressed against his growing bulge.

looking back, you’d wish he never said that, because a quickie would’ve saved you from what happened next. neither of you heard the oh-so-soft click of the front door.

and neither of you saw jake standing there, watching—observing—as you kissed soobin like your life depended on it—his eyes bright with amusement as his ‘prude’ of a roommate frotted all over some guy.

"ahem…" he cleared his throat—nothing.

he'd decided to try once more, "ahem," he leaned against the entryway, bag in hand as he toed off each of his shoes.

both of your heads snapped toward him, your heart plummeting straight into your stomach, noticing his shit-eating grin.

“y/n, i just left my change of clothes. i’ll just dip in and grab them, cool?” heat crawled up your neck, your mouth suddenly dry as you scrambled off of soobin’s lap. “y-yeah,” you stammered, cheeks burning up. “fine by me.” soobin added, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

you wish he wouldn’t have said that either.

the two men exchanged small nods, soobin softly waving as jake rushed past. but before he left—because of course, he couldn’t leave without making it worse—he paused at the door.

"i have condoms if you guys need…. i keep them out," jake paused, "just in case, y/n you know where they are." he chuckled, running back out the door again.

you were so embarrassed... if embarrassed were even a strong enough word.

why… why would jake say that—fuck, now it sounded like he kept them out just in case you two ever wanted to… to… damnit.

soobin left soon after your run in with your idiot roommate. he’d tried to play it off, as did you. you both forced a tight-lipped smile as he pulled on his shoes, but you weren’t stupid. you saw the way soobin’s eyes darted toward jake’s room, the hesitance in his voice when he said, “i’ll, uh… i-i’ll text you later, yeah?”

which he didn’t. you don’t blame him.

you’d sat there for a while after he left, silently replaying the moment over and over in your head—cursing jake each time. it was unfair.

the way he’d get laid every night and the way you’d just let it happen… as loud as he was if you really wanted to, you could complain; you could give him some lecture about the ‘shared space’ of your apartment, or respecting each other’s boundaries. but you never did.

the way soobin’s face had shifted when jake made that comment, how he’d suddenly withdrawn, as if realizing he wasn’t the only one in your rotation. except he was. it haunted your memory even now.

what normal roommate kept condoms out just in case? what kind of guy made a joke like that so casually, with no concern for how it might sound?

jake fucking sim.

your anger simmered all evening… not only had you been cockblocked, but you were too upset to even finish getting off, not that your useless little fingers would be any help anyways. and on top of that you couldn’t even bring yourself to text soobin to clear things up.

so instead, you did what you did best when you were pissed off and alone—you curled up into a ball on the couch with a blanket, turning off all the lights and letting the glow of the tv drown out the silence as you soothed your raging frustration by lazing around.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed before you heard the front door click open yet again. jake… you mentally groaned, facepalming. he stepped inside, the soft thud of his gym bag hitting the floor was the only sound filling the apartment. you didn’t move.

he walked past the couch, pausing when he spotted you curled up there in the dark, the flickering light from the tv casting shadows across your face. he sighed, running a hand through his hair before turning toward the kitchen.

a few seconds passed. a cabinet opened, then closed. then, finally—“are you really upset about earlier?” you ignored him, eyes glued on to the screen. “c’mon, y/n.” his voice seemed closer now. you could feel him standing behind the couch, hovering over you. “it was just a joke… you know how i am—how we are..”

your jaw tightened. “was it a joke, jake?”

“obviously.”

“yeah, well, soobin didn’t think it was very funny.”

the room felt smaller, the space between you and jake charged with something you didn’t want to acknowledge—a heavy tension—something sharp, electric, and just wrong enough to make your pulse stutter.

if either of you made a wrong move—you might explode.

he was quiet at first, and for a second, you thought maybe—just maybe—he was going to let it go. but this was jake. and jake never let things go. you know that better than anyone. then, just as you expected, he scoffed. “so? that’s his problem, isn’t it?” you whipped your head around so fast, you nearly gave yourself whiplash. “are you serious?” your voice cracked, the anger boiling in your gut curled tight, threatening to spill over. his problem? his?

jake just blinked at you, his expression unreadable, like this was nothing—like you were making a biggg deal out of nothing.

“what? if he really thought we had something going on, that’s on him. it’s whatever.”

“it’s not whatever, jake!” you spat, turning around to face him, fingers digging into the blanket settled on your lap as your anger spilled over. “you have girls over all the time.” you exhaled sharply, your frustration growing as your stomach bubbled with rage. “every. single. fucking. night. i’m so—god, i’m so pent up. i can’t even invite my fuck buddy over without you interrupting or making some stupid remark like an immature asshole.”

he rolled his eyes, shifting back against the couch as though he couldn’t be bothered to care. “oh, come on—”

“no, jake. just go away.”

but he didn’t. of course, he didn’t. instead, he exhaled dramatically, walking around the couch before slouching down beside you, arms crossing over his chest. his body radiating heat as his presence swallowed up the space between you. you were hot—pent up and breaking down in glittering rage. “so that’s it?” his voice was quieter now, lower… more tedious.

there was something sharp underlying beneath his words, something you couldn’t quite place. you frowned, already exhausted by his antics. “what’re you—”

before you could finish, his fingers gripped your jaw, tilting your face to face his. your breath hitched. jake’s hold wasn’t rough—he wasn’t hurting you—but it was firm. demanding.

his thumb brushed the curve of your bottom lip, his eyes darting between your own and reading your face as he murmured, “that’s it?” his voice was sharp, dripping with ridgidness. “you just wanted a quick fuck? that’s it?” he let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “hah… seriously.”

tears swelled up at the corners of your eyes, shame settling in your stomach. yeah. you did… more than anything in the world—you wanted a searing hot orgasm, a quick fuck, to get off… anything! but hearing him say it out loud made it worse—it made your reality of being denied something so simple even more real.

jake ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard before glancing at you again. “baby,” he drawled, voice thick, and almost condescending. “i could’ve done that for you.”

you froze. “w-what?” your tears seemed to dry themselves, shock washing over you as your bottom lip jutted out into a pout.

he smirked, and something about the way he was looking at you made your skin prickle with heat. “if all you wanted was some stress relief, i thought you’d know me of all people wouldn’t mind.”

his fingers traced along the line of your jaw, featherlight, as he teased you… “i mean, look at you.” his voice dropped an octave lower, his breath warm, fanning against your supple skin. “shit, you’re so fucking pretty—even now… crying because you’re all frustrated over some mediocre dick.”

jake cocked his head, thumb dragging slowly across your plump bottom lip. “not only could i fuck you, y/n,” he murmured, “i could fuck you way better than that guy ever could.” his tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he leaned in just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

“when i’m done, you won’t even remember your name, princess.”

a familiar warmth flared in your stomach, and you hated the way your body reacted, the way your breath stilled, the way your thighs pressed together before you could stop yourself.

jake noticed. of course, he noticed. and god, the look on his face said he was going to make you regret it… the yelling and the back talk.

you barely had time to process anything else before his lips crashed into yours.

it wasn’t a soft landing… it wasn’t sweet. it was hungry—fierce. his hand slid from your jaw to your neck, pressing just enough to make your head spin, tilting your chin up so he could deepen the kiss.

his tongue traced the seam of your lips, coaxing your mouth open until you had no choice but to let him in… no choice but to let his tongue explore your mouth and tangle with your own muscle. you whimpered against his mouth, gripping the fabric of his hoodie in a weak attempt to ground yourself.

he took that as encouragement, swallowing your muffled moans as he shifted closer, his knee pressing hard against your clothes cunt as he wedged it further between your thighs, his body caging you in against the couch.

jake was everywhere, all-consuming.

he kissed you like he meant it, like he had something to prove, like he knew you’d been thinking about this just as much as he had. and fuck, maybe you had. maybe that was the worst part. his words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. he could fuck you better… you knew it and he knew it.

and even if you didn’t, you’d heard the way those ditzy sorority girls mewl and moan while he fucked their brains out… plunging to deep into their squelchy little cunts it makes them dizzy.

you should’ve pushed him away, should’ve said something—anything to shut him down. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you were drunk.

because jake was still looking at you like that, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you, like he was daring you to break the kiss first… which you couldn’t. and maybe it was the weeks of pent-up frustration, the way his voice sent a sharp, burning ache straight between your legs, or the fact that he was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his skin—but you broke.

you surged forward, fisting the fabric of his hoodie as your lips crashed against his once more, all teeth and desperation whilst your hips grinded and bucked against his clothed thigh.

“you’re like a bitch in heat, baby.” he laughed.

god. you hated him. you hated how easily he took control, how good he felt, how your body melted under his touch like you had always been meant for this. he bit your bottom lip, tugging slightly before pulling back just enough to look at you, lips swollen, breathing heavy. his fingers brushed against the bare skin under your shirt, just barely, but it was enough to make you shiver.

“see, princess?” he murmured, dark and teasing. “i told you.” his lips ghosted over yours again, barely touching, waiting… waiting for you to lean in, expecting you to fall right into the trap he’d laid so perfectly.

“whatever,” you swore. “just fuck me already.” you frowned, bruised lips on display for him. jake could feel his cock chubbing up behind the fabric of his shorts, creating an obvious tent in his pants. If it were up to him—if you were anyone else… he’d listen.

he’d skip the foreplay and fuck you because god, how could he not ravish you? especially when you’re… well, you.

jake’d had a crush on you since you moved in… of course, you were usually tempting—big eyes staring up at him all cutely with your lips all pouty, all the time. but especially now, more than ever, when you were beneath him whimpering—begging for him to fuck you with your hair tousled all over the place and your eyelids heavy..? he’d be crazy not to savor every moment.

“fuck, y/n… let me take my time with you, yeah? show you all you been missing.” his fingers crept along your nape. “you have no idea…” his lips ghosted your skin once more—traveling further down your neck as he placed sloppy kisses down your scorching skin. “god, everytime i fuck one of those girls i wish it were you.”

your hips buck—chasing the friction of his thigh as you gasp… his confession leaving you stunned. jake’s hand slips beneath your shirt, cupping your breast through the fabric of your bra and prodding around, feeling for the peaks of your nipples.

“s-shit..” you gasp, squirming beneath him, feeling the cool air waft against your skin as he peels your shirt from over your head. “yeah? feeling foggy already?” he coos, “lift up,” he instructs. “wanna see all of you, ‘lemme take this off, pretty.”

his slender fingers nimbly unclasp your bra—-your tits spill free, the mounds of your breast perking up beneath the chill of the air as you carefully fall onto your back. jake’s breath hitches—caught in his throat at the sight of your bare body. “so perfect… just how i imagined.” he continues his assault—kissing down your collarbones until the plump of his lips reach your boobs.

immediately, they latch onto your nipple, he gropes your other breast in his left hand—pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. “oh… a-ah! jake…” your hands tangle into his hair.

jake groaned against your chest, teeth grazing the tender skin as he switched sides, giving your other nipple the same eager attention. you writhed beneath him, the wet heat pooling between your thighs making it impossible to stay still.

“god, you’re so sensitive,” he murmured, voice low, laced with admiration and pure hunger. “what else makes you squirm like that, huh?” your silence isn’t enough for him as he softly bites at your chest. “shh,” he hushes you. “it’s okay, you can’t talk sweet girl, i’ll just find out myself, hm?”

his kisses trail downward, slowly and deliberately he nips at your ribs, dragging his tongue down your stomach. each movement coaxes a soft whimper to rip from your throat. you could feel every breath, every graze of his lips, and it was driving you insane.

once jake reaches your waistband, he glances up, catching your gaze—his eyes dark, feral.

“bet you’re soaked already,” jake muttered, his hot breath fans over the flimsy fabric of your panties and he smirks when your hips arch off the couch involuntarily, chasing his mouth.

“knew it.” he grins wide, without breaking eye contact, he dips his head… mouthing over the damp spot of your panties clinging to your core, letting out a filthy moan as he licks a stripe up your covered pussy like you were the one ruining him. then, with such a delicate slowness, he hooks his teeth around the band of your panties, snagging the fabric with his canines.

“let me get these off,” he murmurs, voice reverent, muffled slightly by the fabric. “been wanting to taste you for so long.” he groans. all you can do is nod. you choked out a gasp as he dragged the lace down your hips with his teeth—agonizingly slow. his hands guide them down your thighs as he goes, hands hooking underneath your thighs as he parts them gently, slotting between your legs like he belonged there.

“fuck, y/n… look at you,” he whispered, voice ragged. “so pretty like this… so mine.” he breathes against your leaky, fluttering cunt.

jake didn’t dive in right away—that would’ve been too easy. instead, he takes his time—lips brushing over the soft skin of your inner thighs, tongue flicking out just enough to make you twitch.

he takes a deep inhale like he’s memorizing the scent of your aching core. “you don’t even know what you do to me,” he muttered, he strains— his voice is thick with need. “look at you—already shaking, and i haven’t even tasted you yet.” that oh so perfect nose nudges against your clit, giving you a taste of heaven—a taste of everything you knew you’d needed.

your hands curl into the couch cushions as he finally pressed a kiss to your slit, he dips his tongue into before pulling out, licking a slow, lazy stripe up the full length of your cunt. your breath caught. “f-fuck—jake…”

he groaned like the taste of you was better than anything he’d ever had. “god, you’re dripping,” he rasped, tongue flicking over your clit, teasing it with little kitten licks that had your thighs clenching around his head, yet his strong arms clamped you down.

jake just hummed, gripping your hips to hold you open. “don’t run from me now,” he grinned against your skin, “you wanted this, didn’t you? said you wanted me to fuck you…” and then he devoured you.

no more teasing, or holding back—his mouth latched onto your clit with a practiced precision, his tongue circling, flicking, sucking on your labia like he was starved… one of his hands slid down to press two fingers against your entrance, easing them in as his mouth worked your clit like a madman.

“ohmygod! f-ffuck thank you… thank you!” you cried out, back arching off the couch, moaning his name like it was a sacred chant. “fuckfuckfuck—jake—oh my god—jakejake… ohhh..” his fingers curled inside you, scissoring to stretch your tight cunt out wide… finding that sweet spot with ease as he moaned against your clit, the vibration making your whole body jolt in pleasure.

“you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he murmured, voice muffled by your pussy squelching and sobbing against his face. “wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.” your vision blurred, hips grinding against his face on instinct. you were close—so close—held right at the edge by his relentless tongue and the way his fingers fucked into you, soaking wet and obscene.

he looked up at you from between your legs, lips shiny with your slick, pupils blown wide and the tip of his nose snug against your pelvis. “be a good girl… cum on my face, y/n.”

and with a final suck, he sent you tumbling over the edge.

you came—loud, trembling, toes curling as your orgasm crashed through you. yet jake didn’t stop, he didn’t slow down. he lapped up every drop as you rode out your first high. he was greedy and thorough, tongue dragging through your slicked-up, spit-glistening folds as your thighs trembled around his head.

“shit…” he panted. “you taste even better than i imagined… ‘got such a sweet cunt.” jake barely gave you a moment to breathe.

you were still trembling, thighs sticky with slick and overstimulation. the wet spot beneath you on the couch was still there when he rose above you—eyes lingering over your marked body, shaking, lips glistening with drool. his hoodie was already being shrugged off with one hand.

“still with me?” he murmured, voice almost too soft for how entrancing he looked towering over you. you nodded weakly, eyes foggy and fucked-out. that was all he needed. “good.”

in one swift motion, he pushed down his sweats and boxers… the material pooled around his ankles as he yanked you close to the edge of the couch. his cock was springing free—hitting flush against his stomach, thick, red, and already leaking pearls of precum. you barely had time to take in the entrancing curve of his cock, before he was crawling back over you, grabbing your thighs and lining himself up with your soaked entrance.

“gonna fuck you now, pretty girl,” he muttered, his tip slipping through your folds, dragging slick over your overstimulated clit, slapping against it just to make you whimper. “and you’re gonna take it—every inch.”

then he slammed in—bottoming out immediately. you cried out, “oh my! fuck, please!!” head falling back, back arching as he split you open—no warning, no teasing, just pure and raw.

he buried himself to the hilt with one brutal thrust… already fucking into you before you could adjust. “shit,” he hissed, his jaw clenched tight. “you’re so fucking tight…” jake swore, his balls slapping heavily against your ass.

your nails raked down his arms, clinging to his biceps as you tried to adjust, your body burning from the stretch, the sting, the overwhelming fullness…

he pulled out halfway, then slammed back in—again and again, restless. he was relentless… pacing his hips to snap into you fastly and unforgiving. the sound of skin slapping filled the room, mingling with your lewd moans, and the wet drag of his cock through your cunt was absolutely filthy. “look at you,” he grunted, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to meet his gaze. “already fucked dumb from my tongue, and now you’re letting me ruin you. that what you wanted, huh?”

you could barely speak—just nodding, gasping, whining his name as he fucked into you like he was trying to mold your body to his. you babbled broken sentences, too dumb to speak straight from his cock wrecking you.

“yeah, that’s it,” he growled, “take it—fucking take it.” one of his hands slipped under your thigh, pushing your leg up to your chest as he folded you in half, the new angle making you scream. his bulge fucking through your stomach as one of his hands firmly pressed down. he hit something deep buried inside of you and you swore you saw white.

he didn’t let up, driving into that spot again and again like he knew exactly how to break you.

you were incoherent now, reduced to nothing but nonsense and spit spilling from your lips, your second orgasm already building fast, it was impossible to stop. “come on, baby,” he panted, fucking you harder, rougher. “wanna feel you come on my cock—milk me dry. milk my fucking cock.”

and when he reached down and rubbed your clit with his thumb—fast, ruthless—you shattered. again. your entire body clenched, back bowing off the couch, a sob of his name ripping from your throat as you came hard. you clenched around his shaft, walls fluttering around his cock, sucking him in even deeper as his tip kissed your cervix. jake groaned, stuttering in his thrusts, burying his face in your neck. “fuck—fuck, y/n—i’m gonna come—”

he drove into you one last time and came with a loud, broken moan, hips pressed flush to yours as he spilled inside you, hot and thick spurts of cum gathering around the base of his dick as his load leaked from your throbbing cunt.

he didn’t move for a moment, panting into your skin, both of you a sweaty, trembling mess. then, finally, he pulled back just enough to look at you—hair wild, eyes heavy, lips swollen.

“…tell me,” he said, voice hoarse. “tell me i fucked you better.”

you hadn’t even caught your breath when he pulled back to look at you—cheeks flushed. “y-you… only you. you fuck me better, god, better than anyone could. ‘fucking ruined.” your lips were kiss-bitten, eyes glassy with tears. “fuck,” jake whispered, he was frayed with awe. “look at you…”

you felt his hands on your waist, still trembling from the last orgasm he dragged out of you, but the ache between your legs hadn’t dulled—it’d only sharpened.

still pulsing… his desperation to be better than soobin egging you on… you were too far deep, finally understanding how he got so many girls to crawl into bed with him. you sat up, straddling his thighs. you saw the way his jaw tensed, like he was trying so hard not to lose it, slight confusion clouded his expression as he watched you lean into his chest. “wanna feel you,” you murmured, still trying to catch your breath. “inside.… more.”

his eyes nearly rolled back on the spot. “shit…yeah? c’mere, baby. take it. s’what you wanted, right?”

he leaned back against the couch cushions, legs spread wide as you slid your hand down between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance. he was still so hard—his dick was heavy and leaking, hot and you nearly moaned at just the feeling of him against your folds. then you sank down. the stretch made your thighs shake. your head dropped forward and your mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he stuffed you once again, his cock pulsing inside of you as you took shallow drags at his member.

“oh my god, jake…”

his hands flew to your hips, gripping tight enough to bruise. “jesus—fuck. you feel like heaven, baby.” you rolled your hips, grinding down in lazy circles as you got used to the size of him. he seethed through his teeth, eyes flickering between your bouncing tits and the place where your bodies met as you sped up. “look at you,” he groaned. “riding me so good—fuck, you were made for this. made for me… not him.” he smacked your ass, hard.

your hands pressed to his chest for balance, and you picked up the pace, bouncing now. his cock tugged against your walls just right, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, and you couldn’t stop the stream of breathy moans pouring from your mouth.

“you close already, pretty girl?” he rasped, thumb flicking over your clit. “you gonna cum on my cock like this? ‘gonna fuck me til i’m dry? til my cock’s all empty and sore???” you nodded frantically, eyes rolling back fervently. “j-jake—please, i can’t—” “yes you can. ride it out for me. fuck, you’re so tight—don’t stop, baby, don’t you dare stop—” his hands gripped your waist, helping you bounce on his dick as the two of you got lost in pleasure.

your orgasm washed over you with your back arching and your thighs quivering. you could feel him swelling up inside of you, a deep groan tearing from his throat as he spilled into you, bucking up, fucking more of his cum inside of you, desperate to chase every last bit of pleasure.

you collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you sweaty, shaking, breathless. jake brushed your hair back, kissing your temple. “feeling better?” he piqued, his once teasing tone returning. “shut up.” you groaned.

enhaflixer

GOLDEN BOY!

golden boy hard dom!Jake x masturbation addict f!reader

ENHA HARD HOURSSSSSSSSSSS 18+ MDNI: masturbation so much of it, really not suitable for work, weed smoking, temp play, filming, ass play, vibrator. this is the filthiest shit i have ever written in my life type shit. but also fluffy so its fine. plot? what plot

your mornings follow a strict routine: wake up. Ignore your alarm. Spread your legs and ruin yourself to the thought of Jake Sim. he doesn’t know you exist. star student, always on time. you stumble into class late, wrecked, barely holding it together. you get paired up for a project. when he figures out why you’re always late? you’re fucked. literally.

You woke up soaked. Literally, fucking soaked, the sheets beneath you damp with sweat and slick from how hard you’d been grinding against them in your sleep. It was always like this—an unbearable need that gripped you before you were even fully conscious. And you knew exactly who caused it.

Jake Sim.

The moment your hazy mind conjured up his name, your pussy gave a hard throb, as if your body was starved for him. It didn’t matter that you’d never even held a real conversation. All that mattered was that he existed—perfect, unattainable—and you were so pathetically desperate for him that you’d turned it into a daily routine.

With a shaky sigh, you slid your hand under the thin waistband of your panties, fingers pressing into the sticky mess already pooling there. You hissed out a curse at how sensitive you were, thighs twitching as your digits smeared your own arousal around your clit.

jakescapes

ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

pairing: stranger!jake x reader (f)

synopsis: When a plane crash leaves you stranded on a deserted tropical island with an unreasonably attractive man you've never met, survival is your only priority—at first. What will happen once you both let your guards down around each other and sparks start to fly?

warnings: angst, fluff(?), slight age gap (jake is in his early twenties and reader is in mid twenties), kind of proof read, explicit smut, sub jake (kinda), there is one sexual scene where it seems like non-con/dub-con but i swear they are consenting pls dont take it that way 😭🙏

word count: 12k

author's note: omg i'm finally done with this fic i actually like how it turned out and there's kind of a plot twist but omg smut scenes are so hard to write for what (also ik i put mutual virginity loss in the original warnings for the teaser but i ended up changing my mind lol)

mood board

The flight was supposed to be the start of everything new. A clean slate. A fresh beginning. You had packed up your life into a single suitcase, clutching your boarding pass with a mix of nerves and excitement. The airport had been crowded, bustling with people coming and going, but you barely noticed them. Your mind was already in the future, in the life that awaited you once you landed.

This was supposed to be the moment you left everything behind, the doubts, the regrets, the people who didn’t believe in you. You told yourself this was your chance to start over, to finally become the version of yourself you’d always wanted to be. And for a while, as the plane soared smoothly through the sky, you believed it.

Then, everything went wrong.

It happened so fast, yet somehow, it also felt like slow motion. One moment, you were staring out the window, watching the clouds stretch endlessly beneath you. The next, the plane jolted violently, sending your stomach lurching into your throat.

Gasps rippled through the cabin. Then came the screaming.

The oxygen masks dropped from above. People fumbled with them in blind panic, hands shaking as they secured them over their faces. The lights flickered. The whole aircraft trembled like it was being shaken by an invisible hand. You gripped the armrests, knuckles white, heartbeat thundering in your ears. The gut wrenching drop, the way gravity seemed to forget its own rules. The sharp, deafening crack of impact, metal screaming as it tore apart, salt water swallowing the wreckage whole.

The plane dropped. Plummeting so fast that your body lifted from the seat, the seatbelt digging into your stomach. The sensation was sickening, like a free fall with no end. Children were crying. Someone else was praying. Others were saying their last goodbyes to their loved ones. The pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers, but you couldn’t process the words, just the sheer terror laced in them.

A violent, crushing force. Cold water, so much water. The world spinning, tumbling, breaking apart. A desperate struggle to breathe, to move, to live.

And then, nothing.

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When your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you saw was blue. The sky, bright and cloudless, so painfully beautiful that for a second, you forgot where you were. You blinked, feeling warmth on your skin, something soft beneath you. Sand.

Am I dead?

Wait, no.

You’re alive.

The thought rushed in like a tidal wave, overwhelming and disorienting. You sucked in a sharp breath as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, sand clinging to your damp clothes. The world tilted, your head throbbing in protest. You took a moment to steady yourself before really looking around.

Blinking the blur from your vision, you take in the scene around you. Wreckage is scattered across the shoreline, twisted metal, suitcases, bits of the plane that no longer resembled anything recognizable. A life vest fluttered in the breeze, tangled in the branches of a palm tree. The ocean, impossibly blue and endless, stretched toward the horizon, calm as if it hadn’t just swallowed an entire plane.

Panic gripped your chest.

There should be people. Survivors. Anyone.

You forced yourself to stand, ignoring the way your legs trembled beneath you. Turning in desperate circles, you scanned the beach, someone has to be here. Your breath came fast, shallow. The silence is wrong, deafening. Where is everyone?

Then, movement.

A few yards down the beach, half buried in the sand, lay a figure.

Your heart stuttered.

It’s a man. Tall, lean, his clothes damp and clinging to his body. His dark hair was messy, strands sticking to his forehead. One arm was draped over his face as if blocking out the sun. For a second, he looked too still, and a fresh wave of panic surged through you.

Then, he moved.

Your breath caught as recognition hit. Not by name, but by memory. You saw him on the plane. Maybe in the terminal, maybe in passing as you boarded.

And now, on this deserted stretch of sand, with no one else in sight, he might be the only person in the world left with you.

The breath in your throat was shallow as you staggered toward him, legs still weak from the crash and the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Each step felt like you were moving through a dream, one where the world was too quiet, too surreal, too broken.

You dropped to your knees beside him, reaching out hesitantly. "Hey," your voice was hoarse, throat raw from saltwater and fear. You hesitated before shaking his shoulder gently. "Are you okay?"

His eyelids fluttered, and with a small groan, he turned his face towards you. Deep brown eyes, clouded with confusion, met yours. There was something almost childlike in the way he blinked up at you, dazed and vulnerable, yet his sharp jawline and broad shoulders betrayed a quiet strength beneath it all.

His eyelids fluttered, and with a small groan, he turned his face towards you. Deep brown eyes, clouded with confusion, met yours. His gaze lingered, tracing the curve of your jaw, the salt streaked strands of your hair, the worry in your expression. A flicker of recognition passed through his features, as if he was piecing together a distant memory.

"You were on the plane," he murmured, voice rasping like he hadn’t used it in hours. He pushed himself up slowly, wincing at what was likely bruised ribs or worse. "We crashed..."

"Yeah," you whispered, swallowing past the lump in your throat. "We crashed."

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, staring at each other as the weight of it all pressed in. The vast emptiness of the island. The missing people. The unknown.

"Are you hurt?" he asked suddenly, his gaze dropping to your trembling hands.

"Just… shaken," you admitted. "You?"

"Same." He pushed his damp hair back and exhaled deeply before glancing around. "We should look for others."

You nodded, though you both knew that if there were others, you would have found them by now. Still, it gave you a purpose, something to cling to other than the gaping silence.

He braced his hands against the sand, pushing himself to his feet with a slight wince. You followed, steadying yourself as the world spun for a moment. The two of you stood there, scanning the shoreline, listening for any sound that wasn’t the rhythmic crash of waves or the whisper of the breeze through the trees.

"Maybe they washed up somewhere else," you murmured, though the words felt hollow.

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he took a slow step forward, then another, his gaze sweeping the wreckage strewn beach. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in his jaw, a quiet wariness in his posture.

You trailed after him, stepping carefully over debris, pieces of luggage torn open, clothing half buried in the sand, shattered plastic and twisted metal. The sight sent a chill through you. This wasn’t just wreckage; these were remnants of lives, scattered and broken.

The man crouched near a battered suitcase, running his fingers over the torn fabric before shaking his head. "Nothing useful," he muttered. He stood and turned, eyes narrowing as he spotted something farther down the beach. Without a word, he started walking.

You hurried to keep up, your breath shallow. "What is it?"

"There’s more wreckage over there," he said, gesturing ahead. "We should check."

You followed his gaze. Farther down the shoreline, tangled in seaweed and foam, were larger pieces of the plane. The sight sent a jolt of fear through you, but you pushed it down.

The two of you picked your way through the sand, the silence stretching between you, heavy and oppressive. As you walked, you couldn’t help but glance at the man from the corner of your eye. His jaw was set, his brows furrowed in quiet determination. He moved with purpose, but there was something else, too. A weight in his steps, a hesitation in his breath.

You reached the larger wreckage, pausing just short of it. A piece lay cracked open, wires dangling like severed veins. Nearby, a broken seat jutted up from the sand, a safety pamphlet fluttering in the wind beside it.

He let out a slow breath. "If anyone else survived… they should be here."

You swallowed hard, nodding. But as you both stood there, staring at the remnants of what had once been a plane full of people, the truth pressed in with suffocating clarity.

If anyone else had survived, they would have found you by now.

The silence stretched, thick and final.

He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. "We should keep moving."

"Yeah," you agreed, even though your chest ached. "We should."

That night, after scavenging what little supplies they could find, you and the man sat near a small fire you guys surprisingly were able to make on the beach with your combined efforts (though it took more than a few tries).

The warmth licked at your skin, the flames casting flickering shadows against the sand. Above, the sky stretched endlessly, stars twinkling like distant beacons.

You hugged your knees to your chest, staring at the fire. "I still can’t believe this is real."

The man was quiet for a moment before exhaling softly. "Me neither."

The waves murmured in the distance, a constant rhythm against the shore. You glanced at him, watching the way the firelight flickered against his sharp features. He was staring at the sky now, his expression unreadable.

After a beat, you spoke again. "I guess… since we might be stuck together for a while, we should probably know each other’s names."

He turned to look at you, surprised, as if he hadn’t even realized you hadn’t exchanged names yet. Then, after a pause, he offered a small nod. "Jake."

You gave a faint smile, offering yours in return.

Jake repeated it under his breath, as if testing how it felt on his tongue. Then, hesitantly, he extended a hand toward you. You took it, his grip warm despite the chill of the night air.

For a moment, neither of you let go.

Then he cleared his throat, pulling his hand back and rubbing the back of his neck. "So… what did you do? Before all this?"

You exhaled a soft laugh, shaking your head. "Feels like another life, doesn’t it?"

He nodded, waiting.

"I was—" You hesitated before sighing. "Just figuring things out, I guess. Trying to start over. The flight was supposed to be the beginning of something new for me."

Jake studied you, something thoughtful in his expression. "Guess we both got a fresh start, huh? Just… not the way we expected."

You chuckled softly, though there was no real humor in it. "Yeah."

The two of you lapsed into silence again, listening to the waves, the crackling fire, the wind rustling through the palm trees. The weight of everything still loomed, but for the first time since the crash, you didn’t feel entirely alone.

And that, at least, was something.

The next morning, the sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting a soft, golden light across the beach. The heat of the day had yet to fully settle in, and the air was still cool with the remnants of the night’s breeze. The world felt strangely peaceful—too peaceful, given the circumstances.

You awoke first, the salty scent of the ocean and the warmth of the fire from the night before still lingering in your senses. You were lying on the sand, the waves lapping gently at the shore just a few feet away. The sand was oddly comforting beneath you, though it clung to your skin and stuck to your damp clothes, a constant reminder of the wreckage and the life you’d lost.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and looked over at Jake, who was still asleep, his back to you. His hair was tousled from the night, and the rise and fall of his chest was slow and steady. He was your only company, the only person you could rely on now.

A sharp pang of hunger gnawed at your stomach, reminding you that food would need to be a priority today. You hadn’t eaten anything since the crash, and while the adrenaline had kept you going last night, you knew it wouldn’t last much longer. You stretched, trying to shake off the grogginess that clung to you. The beach was quiet now, the crashing waves and the occasional squawk of a distant bird the only sounds filling the space.

Glancing back toward the wreckage, you felt the weight of reality pressing down on you. It wasn’t just survival now. You had to figure out how to stay alive for however long it would take to get rescued. The world had changed overnight. There was no going back.

The need to move, to do something, overwhelmed you. You gently nudged Jake’s shoulder, your hand lingering there for a moment before you pulled away.

"Jake," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the previous day. "Jake, wake up."

He groaned softly, shifting, before opening his eyes. They were clouded at first, the confusion of sleep still hanging in them. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. It was a strange sort of silence, one that held both the weight of the crash and the unspoken understanding that you were both stuck in this together.

"Morning," he muttered, his voice low and rough. He sat up slowly, wincing as he moved. The bruises were becoming more evident now, the purple and blue patches on his skin a testament to the violence of the crash. "How are you feeling?"

"Shaky," you admitted, glancing down at your own hands, which still trembled slightly. "Hungry."

"Yeah, me too." He rubbed his eyes, pushing himself up to sit cross legged on the sand. "We need to find food, and we need to figure out what to do next."

You nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. You hadn’t really thought about what to do next. The reality of survival had set in late last night, and now it was all too clear: food, shelter, water. You both needed all of those things.

"We should search for fresh water first," you suggested, your voice more steady than it had been the night before. "And maybe try to salvage anything from the wreckage."

Jake looked toward the crash site, his expression distant. "We can’t do much more with the wreckage, but I agree. Water’s the first priority."

You both stood up, your legs shaky at first, but you forced yourself to move. Every step felt surreal, as if the island and its surroundings weren’t really real. The sand beneath your feet, the palm trees swaying above you, the wreckage scattered across the shore—it all seemed too impossible to be happening in the moment.

Jake moved ahead of you, his posture tense, his eyes scanning the area as he walked. You followed close behind, keeping your gaze fixed on the ocean, the cliffs in the distance, the wreckage ahead. It all felt so vast and empty. How could anyone possibly find you out here?

As you reached the edge of the wreckage, Jake paused and knelt beside a large chunk of debris, an abandoned seat. It was broken and twisted, but the seatbelt still worked. He carefully removed the seatbelt and tied it into a crude strap. "We could use this to carry things," he said, his voice a little more focused now, the practical nature of the situation slowly sinking in.

You nodded, though the thought of turning the crash site into a resource felt almost too grim. "I’ll keep an eye out for anything else useful."

You both spent the next few hours scavenging the beach. It was slow work, the wreckage still fresh and the pieces scattered across the sand like a puzzle you couldn’t quite solve. Among the broken bits of luggage and metal, you found a few things that could be helpful: a few water bottles, some torn clothing that could be used for bandages or makeshift shelter, a few survival items from the emergency kit—flashlights, a flare gun, a few small packets of food. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give you a glimmer of hope.

By midday, the sun was beating down, and the heat of the day began to press against you both. You found a small inlet of water, a stream trickling down from the cliffs into a rocky basin. It wasn’t the best water, but you figured out how to boil it carefully over a small fire you managed to start. It tasted earthy, but it was enough to keep you going.

"You think we’ll be found?" you asked Jake, as you both sat down near the fire, the warmth of it chasing away the chill from your skin.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stared out at the ocean, his expression unreadable. "I don’t know," his voice distant. "I want to believe we will be. But… we can’t sit around waiting. We need to survive until then."

You both fell silent again, the weight of his words settling between you. As the day stretched on, it became clear that survival wasn’t just about finding food and water, it was about holding on to the hope that, no matter how impossible it felt, you would both make it out of this somehow.

That night, you and Jake sat by the fire again, your backs against the sand. The stars were even brighter tonight, the world feeling both vast and suffocating at the same time. You didn’t know how long it would be before someone found you, but as the warmth of the fire surrounded you, and the company of Jake was the only thing that kept you grounded, you held onto the quiet belief that you would somehow survive this. Together.

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The next evening, you and Jake were working on a shelter together using bits and pieces you’ve found together on the island. As the shelter began to take shape, you and Jake were working side by side, securing palm fronds and using what little you could salvage from the wreckage. You were both silent for a while, concentrating on the task at hand, but then, curiosity nudged at you again.

“So,” you started casually, testing the waters. “What were you doing before... all this?” You gestured vaguely at the wreckage and the island. “You know, before we were stranded on this beach.”

Jake hesitated for a moment, clearly thinking. He wasn’t the type to talk about himself much, but you were determined to get to know him better. After a moment, he spoke. "I was in college," he said, his voice steady, but there was a little bit of something in his tone that made you raise an eyebrow.

You paused, mid motion, looking up at him in surprise. "College?" you repeated.

Jake gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah.. In fact, I’m actually still a student. Just... didn’t really seem that important to mention."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you’re younger than me?" You couldn’t help the playful teasing tone that slipped into your voice. "You look older than you are."

Jake laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I get that a lot. I guess I’ve always looked older than my age."

You smirked, clearly amused. "I feel kind of bad now, assuming you were older. You seem... I don’t know, not like the typical college student. You’re really focused and, like, putting this thing together with me like it’s a class project."

He laughed again, clearly not expecting that. "I guess I am kind of focused. I’ve always been really into my studies. I don’t really know how to stop once I start."

"So you were a total overachiever back in school? Like the kind of person who aced every test and got perfect grades in every class?"

Jake gave you a little shrug, though there was a glint in his eye. "Maybe not perfect grades, but yeah, I worked hard. I played soccer too, so I had to balance that with schoolwork."

You blinked, surprised by that little tidbit. "Wait, soccer? That’s... impressive." You looked him over, suddenly noticing the athletic build he had beneath the casual, damp clothes. "I should’ve known, actually. You’ve got that athletic vibe about you."

He chuckled at the way you were eyeing him. "Yeah, I was on the team for a while. It was a good balance to all the studying, you know? Soccer was the one thing that helped me unwind."

You raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "That’s way more balanced than I expected. I figured you’d be the type to sit in the library all day, studying nonstop. But you were out there on the field too, huh?"

He just shrugged, his smile a little more bashful now. "I mean, I’d study a lot, but soccer was definitely my escape. I loved it."

"You know, I never would’ve guessed. You just don’t seem like the type who’d play sports."

He looked at you, slightly confused. "What type did you think I was, then?"

You grinned mischievously. "I don't know... maybe the quiet, bookish type who just liked to sit and read all day. You definitely don’t strike me as a soccer guy."

Jake gave you an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "Gee, thanks," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm but clearly amused. "I didn’t think I was that predictable."

His smile softened, his gaze flickering to the shelter you’d nearly finished building together. "And you... you’re a lot more fun than I expected.”

You tilted your head, curious. "What do you mean by that?"

Jake chuckled softly, rubbing his hand over his face in slight embarrassment. "I don’t know. You just... seem like you’ve got a lot of energy, even in a situation like this. It’s kind of hard to keep up with you sometimes."

You snorted, unable to stop the laughter that bubbled up. "Oh, come on, you’re making me sound like a total handful."

Jake grinned, clearly teasing. "Well, you kind of are, but in the best way possible."

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

He shook his head with a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the banter. "I guess you’re a lot more fun than I thought.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence again, but this time it felt different. The barrier between you had lessened, and there was an easy camaraderie now, built on shared effort and the surprise of learning new things about each other.

"You know," you said after a beat, "I’m kind of glad you’re here. Even though we’re stuck in this crazy situation, it’s good to have someone who’s... not totally awful to be around."

Jake gave you an exaggerated look of mock offense. "I’m not totally awful? I thought I was doing pretty well, considering."

You raised an eyebrow. "Okay, okay, you're not totally awful. But we both know I’m way more fun than you."

Jake laughed, shaking his head. "I’m not so sure about that, but I’ll let you believe it."

With that, you both continued to work, the evening sky darkening and the fire crackling beside you, feeling for the first time in days like maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.

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A few weeks had passed on the island. By now, the strange tension of being stranded had started to ease into a strange, peaceful rhythm. The awkwardness that once existed between you and Jake had long disappeared, replaced by an effortless camaraderie. You two had settled into a routine: scouting for any signs of people, keeping an eye on the horizon for ships or planes, maintaining the fire, and collecting rainwater in makeshift containers. Your SOS signs were bigger now, more visible, scattered across the beach in a pattern that seemed impossible to miss. You’d even found ways to wash clothes and make the shelter more livable, the island slowly transforming from a place of fear into one of quiet survival.

You two spent your days working, laughing, and even making small talk, finding solace in the little things. The tropical island, though harsh and unpredictable at times, offered a sense of beauty that kept both of you grounded. The swaying palm trees, the endless ocean, and the colorful sunsets became the backdrop of your days. Despite the situation, you’d somehow made the best of it, and Jake couldn’t help but marvel at how easy it was to be around you.

But what he hadn’t expected was how much he’d come to like spending time with you. When he first woke up on the island, his mind was foggy, disoriented, his body aching from the crash. And when his eyes had opened, the first thing he’d seen was you—a stranger, a beautiful girl who somehow felt like a mystery, someone who had quickly become his entire world. You were smart, witty, and had a way of making even the most mundane tasks feel light and almost enjoyable. He remembered how your laughter filled the air, how you could turn any situation into something to smile about, and how you never seemed to let the hopelessness of the situation get to you.

There was a part of him, deep down, that had wondered if this was real, if he was truly stuck on an island with you, or if his mind had conjured up this perfect version of a person to get him through the days. But the reality was that you were real, and you were there, right beside him, helping him get through this as much as he was helping you.

Jake found himself growing more comfortable around you as time went on, and while there was no longer that barrier between you two, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being a little out of place. Sometimes, when you’d laugh at something he said or flip your hair in that casual way you always did, he’d catch himself staring for a moment longer than he should. He was drawn to you, to the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke, and the way you seemed to carry the weight of the world with such grace, as if the island didn’t faze you in the slightest.

But it was more than just your outward beauty, it was your sharp mind and your confidence that made him feel a little... small. He’d noticed how you treated him, and though you didn’t say anything to make him feel this way, he could sense it. He thought you acted as though he was your younger brother, the one who followed your lead, not as an equal, not in the way he wanted. It made him feel uneasy at times, as though he wasn’t really seen the way he wanted to be.

Jake couldn’t help but wonder, in the quiet moments when you weren’t looking, if you had started to look down on him. He knew you didn’t mean to, he just felt it sometimes, especially when he’d catch you giving him a knowing smile after a particularly good idea of yours. It made him question whether you saw him as someone worth more than just another island companion.

Still, despite the unease that would creep in now and then, there was something about being with you that made everything else feel bearable. Every laugh, every conversation, even every moment of quiet as you two worked in sync, it was comforting. And, oddly, it gave him something to look forward to each day.

Jake wanted to know more about you. He wanted to know where you came from, what made you laugh so freely, what made you look up at the stars with a faraway look in your eyes. He wanted to understand the real you, the person behind the quick wit and the beautiful smile.

There was an undeniable pull between the two of you, something unspoken yet so present in the air. But Jake didn’t know how to navigate it. Should he make a move? Would that make things awkward between you two, or worse, make you uncomfortable? You had become his constant, the person he leaned on when the days felt too long and the nights too quiet. The thought of you not being there, of leaving the island and not being part of your life, felt too heavy to even think about.

But then, in the same breath, the question loomed over him: Would we even make it off this island? Would you guys ever see the shore of the mainland again? The idea that you might not be part of his future terrified him, even though he had no idea where that future would take him.

But one thing he was sure of: If you did make it off the island, if you both somehow found your way back to safety, he wanted to be part of your life. He wanted to show you that he wasn’t just the quiet guy who worked hard but that he was someone who could be there for you, no matter what. Even if he didn’t make a move now, he would make sure you knew just how much he cared.

In the meantime, Jake kept his eyes on you, from time to time, but he never said anything. Not yet. But he wasn’t sure how long he could hold onto that distance between you two. He just hoped that when the time came, you'd see him differently, the way he saw you.

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Later, one random day, the sun was hanging low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the beach as you and Jake lounged near the shoreline. It was one of those rare moments where the island felt almost normal, as if you were just two people enjoying a lazy afternoon vacation by the sea. The soft, rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, but other than that, there was nothing but the occasional call of a bird in the distance.

You two hadn’t done much today, just passing the time with a few small tasks and some light conversation. But now, as the heat of the day started to ease, you both found yourselves bored out of your minds. You had already gone over the wreckage and scavenged for supplies earlier, and there was only so much you could do to keep busy.

Without much thought, you stood up from where you were sitting, stretching your arms above your head. You glanced at Jake, who was lying with his hands behind his head, eyes closed, enjoying the peace of the moment. A playful thought bubbled up in your mind, a spontaneous idea born out of sheer boredom.

"Jake," you called out, a grin spreading across your face. "Come on. Let’s go for a swim!"

His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head toward you, a look of surprise flashing across his face. "Huh?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

You, however, weren’t waiting for him to get his bearings. In a burst of energy, you started pulling off your shirt, then your pants, revealing your underwear beneath. The fabric hit the sand as you stood there, completely unfazed by the way the breeze made the air feel cooler against your skin.

You didn’t give him a chance to protest or even respond, already moving toward the water, laughing as you felt the cool waves rush up to meet you. "Come on, Jake!" you yelled over your shoulder. "Don’t be a wimp, the water’s perfect!"

Jake stayed still for a moment, staring at you, his expression caught between shock and awe. His eyes lingered a little too long on your body, and you could see him freeze up for a split second, before his gaze snapped back to your face. You couldn’t help but smirk at the way his expression shifted. He was clearly caught off guard, trying to process what was happening.

For a heartbeat, it looked like he was about to stay behind, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. But then, as if he couldn’t resist the pull of the water and the challenge in your voice, he pushed himself up from the sand, pulling his once loose shirt over his head. You heard his footsteps behind you as he caught up, and soon the two of you were wading into the cool water together.

As you splashed around, laughing and feeling the waves tug at your legs, you began to notice Jake in a way that was a little more... focused than before. Sure, you had always found him attractive, his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his easy smile. But now that you were both in the water, there was something different about the way the sunlight hit him.

His chest gleamed in the sun, water droplets clinging to his skin like tiny diamonds. Every movement he made caused his abs to ripple slightly beneath the surface, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles shifted with ease, the strength in his frame undeniable. His broad shoulders loomed over you as he moved, his tall height making him seem even more imposing in the water. And when he reached out, grabbing onto you in the playful way he always did, you felt his powerful arms engulf you, his grip gentle but strong.

For a moment, you stopped, caught in the middle of a wave. Your breath slowed as you took him in—really looked at him. The way his dark hair clung to his forehead, the way the water ran down his body, the way he towered over you, even now. There was something so magnetic about him in this moment. You hadn’t really noticed just how much you admired the way he moved, the strength he exuded without even trying.

"Is something wrong?" Jake’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you blinked, realizing you had stopped moving entirely. He was looking at you with a smirk, a playful glint in his eyes. "What is it? You staring at me now?"

Caught completely off guard, you realized you had been staring for longer than was probably appropriate. But instead of feeling embarrassed, you felt something else. Something bold. Something you couldn’t quite ignore. You couldn’t just look at him anymore. You had to do something about it.

With a sudden burst of courage, you took a step forward, closing the space between the two of you. He didn’t have time to react before you cupped his face in your hands and pulled him down toward you, pressing your lips against his. It was a quick, decisive kiss, but it was full of everything you had been holding back, the attraction, the tension, the way you wanted more from him, from this moment.

Jake froze for a split second, surprised by the sudden shift, but then he relaxed into it, his hands moving instinctively to your waist, pulling you closer. He kissed you back, his lips warm and soft, and everything else seemed to disappear; the sound of the waves, the heat of the sun, even the worry that always lingered at the back of your mind. It was just the two of you in that moment, surrounded by the island that had become your world.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you smiled up at him. "What are you waiting for?" you teased softly, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. "You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna kiss me again?"

Jake laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made you feel lighthearted despite everything else. His hand gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing the skin of your jaw as his gaze softened.

"Guess I’ll have to," he said, his voice low and steady. "Since you asked so nicely."

And before you could even react, he leaned in again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was even deeper this time, as if he was making up for the moment of hesitation. This time, you didn’t hold back either. You kissed him like you meant it, like you wanted him to know how much you had been holding onto that feeling. It felt right, like everything in the world had lined up to bring you to this moment.

And maybe, just maybe, you weren’t quite so alone anymore.

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That evening, you two had settled over the island, and the fading sunlight gave everything a golden, almost magical glow. The air had cooled just enough to make the day feel like it was coming to an end, but the warmth of the sun still lingered on your skin. You and Jake had spent the afternoon on the beach, your energy drained from playing in the water and basking in the heat. Now, you were lounging on a patch of sand, taking a break and munching on some safe fruit to eat, including cherries you both had discovered and gathered on the island earlier.

You were still in your underwear, the fabric drying on your skin after your impromptu swim. Jake, similarly shirtless, sat a few feet away from you, his gaze more focused on you than the scenery.

With each bite of the fruit, you let the juice drip down your chin, savoring the sweet taste of it, making sure to fully enjoy it. As you popped each piece into your mouth, the remnants of the juice clung to your fingers, and you licked each one clean with exaggerated slowness. The sound of your finger sucking echoed slightly in the quiet air. You weren’t doing it on purpose, but the way your tongue worked over your fingers seemed to be the only thing he could focus on, the fruit’s sweetness lingering on your lips.

It seemed you were unaware that Jake had been staring at you for the past ten minutes, his eyes fixated on the way you ate, in complete awe. It wasn’t the fruit that kept him mesmerized, it was the way you moved. The way your lips parted as you took the fruit, the delicate, almost sensual way you sucked off each finger clean, completely unaware of the effect it was having on him. The sound, soft and almost seductive, lingered in the back of his mind, and it stirred something inside him he wasn’t prepared for.

He tried to look away a few times, but his gaze always found its way back to you. Every movement you made, every little detail, your fingers, your lips, the way you casually tossed the fruit pit aside. It was like a magnet drawing him in deeper. He could feel his heart beat faster, his body responding in ways he didn’t fully understand, not when you were sitting there so casually, so innocently. The way the area around the crotch of his shorts grew just a little tighter, and how his breathing became more ragged and slowed. It made him feel conflicted, unsure if he should look away or allow himself to enjoy the view a little longer.

But what Jake didn’t know was that you weren’t oblivious. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the way his eyes were fixed on you, and you couldn’t help but feel a small spark of awareness. You had noticed it earlier but chose to ignore it, trying to convince yourself it was just his usual quietness. But now, with the lingering tension between you, it was undeniable. He was watching you, and in a way, it made you feel both empowered and strangely nervous.

Your gaze shifted sideways toward him, catching his eye for a brief moment before he quickly looked away, as if he hadn’t been staring at you for the past several minutes. You smirked, licking your last finger clean, enjoying the power that came with his unease. You weren’t sure where the feeling was coming from, but something inside you enjoyed the effect you were having on him.

"Something on your mind, Jakey?" you asked, your voice teasing but light. There was a playful edge to your words, as if you were testing the waters, trying to see if he would admit to it.

He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you. "Uh, no. Just… enjoying the view," he muttered, his voice betraying him as a flush crept up his neck.

You chuckled softly, running your fingers through your hair in a casual, yet purposeful motion, letting the strands fall effortlessly around your shoulders. "I see," you said with a grin, not hiding the fact that you were enjoying his reaction. "Glad you’re getting some use out of those eyes of yours."

Jake shifted uncomfortably, the heat in his cheeks making him feel like he was caught in a trap. But the moment passed quickly as you casually laid back, propping your head up on your arm and looking at the sky. Yet, you could feel Jake’s presence beside you, still lingering. His eyes might have moved away, but you knew exactly what was going through his head. And it made you feel alive in a way that surprised you.

Your playful smile didn’t falter as you picked up another cherry, bringing it slowly to your lips, letting it roll around your fingers as you took another bite.

You glanced over at him, teasing with a slight tilt of your head. “Want one, Jake?” you asked, your voice light and airy, but there was a definite hint of challenge in it this time.

Jake, clearly thrown off, didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes were locked on you. His gaze was hungry, not for the fruit, but for you. He swallowed hard, his breath catching as his eyes stayed on you, taking in each little movement you made. When you swirled your tongue around the fruit and sucked it off your finger with a soft moan, it was as if time itself slowed down. You felt his stare on you, making your pulse race, and you couldn’t deny the effect it was having on both of you. “It’s sooo sweet.”

He licked his lips nervously, almost unsure of how to respond, and his voice trembled when he spoke. “No, I’m… I’m good,” he gulped. His eyes, though, never left you.

You could see the way his words didn’t match his actions. You could see that his mind was somewhere far from the fruit, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, your heart racing a little faster as you watched him fidget in place.

“Good, because it was the last one anyway,” you playfully teased.

“Right…” he mumbled, still not really paying attention, his thoughts clearly drifting elsewhere, his focus solely on you.

You let the moment hang there, letting Jake stew in his own nervousness for a second. But it was your turn now, and you couldn’t resist leaning into the tension. With a teasing smirk, you tossed the cherry pit aside and pushed yourself up, closing the distance between the two of you.

You looked him in the eye, reading his expression, and in that instant, it was like everything else faded away. The island, the heat, the isolation, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the way he was looking at you, the way you were looking at him, and the way you both seemed to be caught in this moment.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, but your voice was filled with that same playful edge. “You can still have a taste…”

Before he could even process your words, you leaned in, tilting your head slightly, and kissed him.

At first, Jake froze, completely caught off guard, his body stiffening as your lips met his. But that hesitation didn’t last long. Something inside him snapped, and his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back with a fierce intensity. The kiss was nothing like the one before. It was more intense, raw, and driven by a deeper sense of desire and urgency.

You pulled away just enough to catch your breath, your lips still tingling from the touch. Jake’s eyes were wide, but there was a softness in them now, like the nervous energy had melted away, replaced with something more genuine, more vulnerable. He seemed to be searching your face, trying to figure out if this was real or if he was just imagining it.

You grinned, your heart racing as you slid your hand to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin. “You wanted a taste, didn’t you?” you teased, your voice low and playful.

Jake swallowed again, still breathless from the kiss, and nodded slowly. “Yeah… I did.”

You hummed. “There’s still more of me to taste.”

And that was all it took for Jake’s sanity to crumble, smashing his lips onto yours once again. Surprisingly, he was the first to slip his tongue into your mouth, very much enjoying the sweet and raw taste of the cherries mixed with your combined saliva.

He groaned against your lips, roaming his hands all over your body, trying to feel all of you. His grip was so firm, it felt as though he was afraid the tide might pull you from his hold.

But up until now, you were getting too worked up, craving more, craving to feel him without any barriers between you. It had also been a while since you’d had any kind of romantic interaction with a boy, and now, with Jake’s hands roaming all over your body and his lips leaving trails of heat against your skin, you felt like you were rediscovering something you hadn’t even realized you missed.

You straddled him partially, your bodies tangled in a slow, heated makeout session. Your hands trailed down his arms, guiding them to where you wanted them, pressing them firmly against you as if daring him to hold on tighter. You led them down to your mostly bare ass, as your lips and tongues moved in sync. Jake let out a shaky breath against your mouth, his hands now resting on the curves of your cheeks, fingers pressing into your skin as if memorizing the way you felt beneath them.

“You can touch me, you know,” you teased between kisses, your voice sultry yet playful.

Jake chuckled softly, though his grip tightened instinctively. “Trust me,” he murmured, his lips grazing your jaw, “I’m trying to keep myself together here.”

You smirked, tilting his chin up so your eyes met. “Then don’t.”

Jake was starting to feel a little nervous now. He wasn’t sure if it was obvious, but deep down, he knew he wasn’t as experienced as he sometimes let on. Sure, he had been with a few girls before, but his focus had mostly always been on his studies back in school. He wasn’t the type to chase fleeting romances or get caught up in distractions. And now, here he was, caught in this moment with you. Someone older, someone who carried a type of confidence that made him feel both drawn in and a little out of his depth.

The thought made his grip on you tighten slightly, his heart pounding as he tried to keep up with your pace. He didn’t want to overthink it, but his nerves were creeping in, and for the first time in a long while, Jake felt out of his element.

Still, despite his unease, one thing was certain—-he wanted this. He wanted you. And if anything, he wanted to learn you, to understand what made you tick, what made you feel good, and what would make you look at him not just as a boy stranded on an island with you, but as a man worth being close to.

Instead of hesitating, Jake took a deep breath and steadied himself. He wasn’t about to let his nerves ruin this moment. If anything, he wanted to prove to himself and to you, that he could meet you where you were, that he wasn’t just some younger guy fumbling his way through this.

So instead of backing down, he leaned in, his grip on you growing firmer as he took control of the moment. His hands, once hesitant, now moved with purpose, tracing slow, deliberate paths along the sides of your thighs as he pulled you closer. His lips met yours again, this time with a newfound confidence, deeper and more sure.

If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right.

But you on the other hand, were growing impatient, as you undid the clasps of your bra with a practiced ease, not breaking the heated kiss between you and Jake. Then, you found his hands once again, leading them up your sides, all the way to your now unclothed breasts, encouraging him to touch you the way you wanted. Jake swallowed hard, his breath unsteady as he looked up at you. His fingers hesitated for only a moment before they settled against your chest, warm and firm.

He experimentally pinched your right nipple, eliciting a short whimper from you. You urged him to do it again, gazing down at him with a sultry, knowing look. So this time, he brought both of his hands up, pinching both nipples at the same time, and enjoying how his slightest touch sent such a raw, immediate reaction through you. You gripped his shoulders to balance yourself out of desperation, while he played with your tits, pinching and grabbing at them like he basically owned them.

Your whines were growing louder the more he fondled and touched you, sensing your panties growing damper with every passing moment. But then finally, he latched his lips onto your flesh with no warning, causing you to throw your head back in sheer pleasure. “Fuck!” you whined shamelessly.

Your words only fueled his desire, as he timely shifted from your left to your right boobs, as if he were devouring both with the hunger of a starved man. The sensation you felt from his teeth grazing your skin, nibbling and sucking, leaving behind purple marks as a sign of possession. It sent you into a frenzy, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity.

It was then that you were now beginning to feel his clothed dick growing, from where you were sitting on him, momentarily realizing for a brief second, that he was much larger than you had expected.

Too turned on to even think properly, you began to bounce yourself slowly on his lap, grinding against what you wanted so badly. This caused him to groan against your chest as his brows furrowed in ecstasy, finally being able to feel some relief in his pants, where you were basically dry humping him at this point.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Jakeee,” you cried, incessantly tugging at his hair, forcing him to look up at you. He panted softly as you both locked eyes, his lips glistening, coated with a sheen of saliva. The look you gave him was intense, filled with desire and unspoken promise. Your eyes were half lidded, your lips parted slightly as you took in the moment, your expression a perfect mix of vulnerability and challenge. It was as though you were daring him, inviting him to follow the unspoken invitation in your gaze. You didn’t need to say a word, he understood everything in that single, charged moment.

Jake then shifted his position, carefully guiding you so that you were lying on your back with him leaning over you. His body hovered just above yours, the intensity of his presence grounding you in the moment. You both paused, breathing heavily as the energy between you lingered. His eyes were still locked onto yours, before his lips found yours again in a desperate kiss. The air was filled with an undeniable connection, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

As you two kissed, Jake managed to start pulling the hem of his shorts lower and lower until his large cock finally sprang free from the constraints of his pants, revealing his v-line. It slapped against his abdomen impatiently, coating his skin with precum.

You broke away from the kiss curiously, wanting to finally see it. And boy, were you far from disappointed.

"Oh my," you gasped, your eyes widening in awe as you glanced down at the space between the two of you. Jake couldn't help but chuckle softly, his gaze filled with admiration for how cute you looked in the moment.

He smirked playfully. “What? Don’t think you’ll be able to take it?” Without hesitation, you shook your head, showing him with certainty that you were ready. He chuckled again, shaking his head. "I'm just messing with you," he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

As he took his length in his hand, pumping it a few times, you eagerly slid your panties off, anticipation building with every moment.

This was it. You were going to have sex with him.

You never expected the boy you found lying on the shore, looking so lost and helpless, to be the one you'd end up sharing such a deep, intimate moment with. He had been a stranger, someone you thought you might never see again, yet here he was. His presence was overwhelming in a way you never anticipated. The shift from survival partners to something more had been unexpected, yet somehow felt like it had always been meant to be.

As you snapped out of your thoughts, you noticed Jake was quietly waiting, patiently giving you the space to make the next move, his expression soft but expectant. His posture was relaxed, but you could see the subtle tension in his body, waiting for your cue. It was clear that he was just as invested in the moment as you were, yet respecting your pace. The silence between you both felt like it held so much potential, and you realized that this connection was more than just physical. It was something deeper, a shared understanding that went beyond words.

You nodded at him, signaling that you were ready. And in no time, Jake was slowly shoving his length in between your legs. However, it didn’t matter how slow or gentle his movements were—it still hurt. Really badly.

“You okay?” he asked, though his tone was everything but comforting. You could tell he was losing his composure. It sounded so desperate and willing, while his eyes were sewn shut, jaw clenching. He wanted to ram into you so, so bad. But honestly, who could blame him? He was a man. A very kind and respectful one, but still, a man. And every man has their own needs and desires.

At first, the idea of being stranded on a deserted island with a random stranger in the middle of nowhere seemed like your worst nightmare—or any girl's, really. But as you got to know the lost boy, whose shy, almost teenage like personality made him seem harmless, you started to think, well, it could be worse. And it's ironic to think that, for many men, Jake's situation might actually feel like a dream, stranded on an island with a beautiful young woman and no escape.

But the surprising part was that Jake never made a move on you until you kissed him. Despite being stranded in such a close, intimate situation, Jake tried to restrain himself. Even though his feelings were clearly there, he was a shy boy at heart, and that made him hold back, even when the situation practically begged for it. Plus, he finally didn’t need to secretly jerk off when you weren’t there anymore. He no longer had to pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring at you or try to suppress the dirty thoughts that inevitably crossed his mind whenever you were near. Because, now, he knew that the feeling was mutual.

So, instead of impatiently pushing his hips into you, he reminded himself to calm down and take it slow, especially considering you were likely in some form of pain right now.

When he finally bottomed out, he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, stilling his dick inside of you and hoping that he wouldn’t fucking cum already.

And after a few moments passed, your body was finally getting used to Jake’s massive size, giving him a subtle nod, letting Jake know it was okay to begin. Thank the fucking lord.

He began slowly, pulling back just a bit, and gently thrusting in. Jake felt like he was seeing stars at this point, overwhelmed by desire and ecstasy. Your pussy was too fucking good to be true. You squeezed him just right while you were still adjusting, milking his meat perfectly. He looked down at you while he carefully thrusted, maintaining eye contact.

You were so beautiful. You were sprawled out beneath him, your hair tousled and glistening from the earlier sun, the light making it seem almost ethereal. Your lips were swollen from the previous kissing, still pink, and your eyes had that glimmer of intensity that made him feel both nervous and captivated at the same time. Your skin, glowing from the warm sun, had a soft, dewy look to it, and the way you breathed, just slightly out of rhythm, made him feel like he was looking at someone both incredibly strong and delicate. You were a beautiful mixture of vulnerability and confidence, and it made him feel like he was seeing you in a way he never thought he would.

Losing his composure a bit, his movements began to speed up, ramming into you with more force as his mouth hung open in pure bliss, short groans escaping with each breath. Jake hasn’t had sex with many girls in his lifetime, but surely none of them even came close to you. He couldn’t help but compare this moment he was spending with you to everything he had experienced before, and nothing had ever felt this intense.

The way your body was in heat, clenching around his poor cock in desperate need to release. The way your tits bounced slightly with every thrust of his hips. The way you looked so damn good, getting fucked by him. Your presence, the way you moved, and the way you made him feel, everything about you was different.

As the moments passed, the sounds between you both grew louder. Soft whines and gentle groans slipped from both of your lips, almost in sync, creating a rhythm that felt intimate.

“Fuck,” he said raspily, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. “I…I think I’m close.”

"Me too," you murmured softly, your voice contrasting with Jake’s. He leaned in, foreheads gently pressing together before his lips met yours once more. This time, it was messier and nastier with a hint of urgency. Saliva was dripping down both of your chins, as you both moaned into each other’s mouths with no care in the world.

Jake’s pace was getting relentless by now, thrusting forcefully into you like a madman. The sounds of skin slapping echoed and filled your ears, making you very aware. It was as if his hips had a mind of its own. He had only one goal now anyway, and that was to cum. Inside you.

And after a few more moments, his thrusts finally slowed to a stop, briefly pausing inside of you, before he was unleashing his thick, white cream into your exhausted pussy.

The sensation it gave you was so raw and overwhelming, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. It made everything around you fade away, leaving only the intensity of the moment. Your mouth hung open in shock, your eyes squeezed shut as a gasp escaped your lips. Your body shook, overwhelmed by the intensity of the feeling. Jake finally collapsed onto you, exhausted, but also satisfied from his long needed release. You both caught your breath, feeling the effects of the post orgasmic bliss. A light laugh escaped your lips as you wiped the sweat from your brow, your body still humming from the previous pleasure. “That was something,” you said, still catching your breath. You waited for Jake to reply, but as you glanced at him, you realized he had already drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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The muffled sucking sounds escaping your mouth ringed in Jake’s ears like a mantra that’s been going on for the past five minutes. “Don’t stop,” he whimpered pleadingly, as he watched your head bob up and down in between his legs.

You hummed in response, tilting your head to look up at Jake, enjoying the effect you had on him. You loved the way you had him entranced, the way his eyes darkened with desire and how his breath became ragged. His chest heaved with every breath, and his lips were slightly parted. The flush of his skin and the tension in the air showed just how much you had gotten under his skin, making him lose his usual composure.

The squelching and slurping noises radiated off your mouth so intensely, leaving Jake’s mind too numb and too fucked out to process a single thought. He just watched you in amazement with his shoulders propped up, giving him the perfect view of his cock going in and out of your mouth. And in and out.

Your mouth and chin was completely smothered in his precum at this point as you basically made out with his dick, taking it in all the way until you couldn’t.

Then, a loud gasp escaped his mouth when he felt your hot and slimy tongue trail all the way down to his balls. You took one in your mouth as you massaged the other with your hand. Then you switched, alternating and sucking onto the other one.

Jake had never had his balls sucked this good, or ever, matter of fact. His senses were being so overstimulated to the point where he could only focus on the feeling of your warm mouth, sucking him off so good. He couldn’t even process what you were saying anymore, forgetting that you said anything at all.

“Does it feel good Jakey?” you asked slyly, replacing the balls that were just in your mouth back to his dick. But all you got was just a weak moan in response, momentarily looking up to see Jake’s head thrown all the way back.

Slightly chuckling to yourself, you returned to slobbering on his cock, picking up the pace and deepthroating it until it hit the back of your throat. You couldn’t help but gag a little, however, that just sent Jake even farther up in a haze. He pushed his hips up instinctively, making you take his dick even deeper, evoking his dick to twitch in between your lips. And it wasn’t long until he was groaning bluntly and cumming on your tongue, subconsciously thrusting up inside your mouth a few times.

After swallowing every single drop of his fluids, you removed your mouth and began to crawl onto him, until you were hovering right above his softening cock.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked in a daze, still coming off of his high.

“Shhh..” you hushed him. You slid your shorts and panties to the side and grabbed his dick harshly with your other hand.

“W-wait! Don-” he began in panic. But it was no use, because the next thing he knew, you were slamming your hips down onto him, forcing his cock inside of you.

You let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling his cock immediately harden back up inside your hole. The walls of your pussy began to milk it as you sat up and then back down, slowly riding him to a rhythm.

Jake on the other hand was feeling way too overstimulated and restless. He had just orgasmed not even ten seconds ago, and here you were already shoving it back inside of you. You gave him no time to let his dick recover.

He began to cry out frantically, “Wait! It’s still sensitive!” His arms flung out to try and stop your movements, but they just froze in the air, unsure of what to do. He noisily whined out in discomfort, but nothing. You just rode his delicate and fragile dick, ignoring his pleads to stop.

“Come on, you can take it Jake. I know you can.”

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The fire crackled softly, the only sound breaking the silence of the night. The air had grown colder, and you could feel the chill seeping through your clothes, making you shiver slightly. You pulled your jacket tighter around you, staring into the flames, lost in your thoughts.

Jake’s voice interrupted the quiet, breaking the calm with a soft question. “Do you ever think we could get off this island?” he asked, his tone laced with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

You shrugged, your eyes never leaving the dancing flames. “I don’t know, but I hope we do,” you said, trying to push away the lingering doubts that always crept in when you let yourself think too much about the future.

Jake shifted beside you, his voice more hesitant this time. “But what will happen to us?” he asked, his gaze turned toward the sky, like he was trying to find an answer in the stars.

You furrowed your brow, confused by the question. “What do you mean?”

He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, then his eyes met yours. “I like you a lot,” he admitted, his voice low. “But what if we go back to our normal lives and I never see you again?”

You were quiet for a moment, processing his words. The thought of parting ways with him was something you hadn’t allowed yourself to truly consider. But now that he mentioned it, it felt a little too real.

“Well, that’s not gonna happen,” you said, your voice firm, though you didn’t know for sure. “But even if it did... we’d have to move on. Life moves forward, you know?”

Jake looked at you, uncertainty still lingering in his eyes. “Yeah,” he said softly, a sigh escaping him. “I guess you’re right.”

The quiet settled between you for a moment, both of you lost in your own thoughts. Then, Jake spoke up again, his curiosity piqued. “So, why were you even on the plane?” he asked, his voice light but inquisitive. “What brought you out here?”

You took a deep breath, staring at the flames for a second before answering. “I was moving,” you said slowly. “I had a bad breakup with an ex of mine, and it kind of sent me into a spiral. I got pretty bitter about relationships after that. I ended up losing a lot of friends, and things weren’t great with my family, either... until recently.” You didn’t want to go into too much detail, but it felt good to say it out loud, even if it was just to Jake.

Jake nodded, listening quietly as you spoke. He didn’t interrupt, giving you space to share. “What about you?” you asked, curious now.

He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “I was visiting my brother,” he said. “He lives in another city, and I was going to spend a few weeks with him. Things were kind of... complicated with my family too, but it felt like the right time to reconnect.”

You could hear the hint of hesitation in his voice, but you didn’t press him for more. Instead, you both sat in the silence for a moment, letting the crackling fire fill the space between you.

It felt odd, talking like this. In a way, you hadn’t really expected to open up so much, not in this place, and certainly not with someone you had just met under these bizarre circumstances. But it was easy with Jake, easier than you’d ever imagined.

“So, what now?” you asked, breaking the quiet. “Do we just keep going, day by day, hoping for a miracle?”

Jake looked at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I don’t know... maybe. But I think, for right now, we’re okay. We’re still here. And I think we’re gonna make it out of this.”

Just as he finished speaking, almost on cue, the sound of a plane flying overhead broke the stillness of the moment. Your heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, you bolted upright. “Oh shit!” you shouted, panic rising in your chest. You quickly started flailing your arms, yelling at the top of your lungs, trying to get their attention. Your mind raced as the plane seemed to be soaring higher, farther away, like it was already losing its connection to the island.

Jake was right behind you, his footsteps pounding in the sand as he followed your frantic movements.

“Jake! Get the flare!” you screamed, your voice cracking with urgency. The plane was almost out of sight now, and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. Every second counted. "Hurry!"

He sprinted off toward the spot where you’d left the flare, his eyes wide with realization. You could hear the beat of your heart in your ears, each moment slipping by faster than the last.

Finally, Jake came back into view, flare in hand, and you watched as he aimed it at the sky, his expression tense. As the bright light shot into the air, a wave of frustration hit you. The plane was already too far gone.

The flare fell back to the ground, its glow dimming, and you stood there, breathless, feeling the weight of the moment. Jake’s face mirrored your own, a mix of disappointment and disbelief.

“We... we almost had them,” he muttered under his breath, but there was no use in saying it now.

“There’s no way they saw us or our SOS sign,” you said, your voice low and heavy with frustration. “Especially not at night when it’s so dark.”

Jake nodded, his face tense with the same realization you were grappling with. He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping as the weight of the failed attempt hit him.

“I know,” he replied quietly, still staring into the dark sky.

You glanced at the flare on the ground, its brief burst of light already fading into the night. It seemed like everything was slipping away, no matter how hard you fought.

“Well, at least we know,” you muttered, trying to hold onto a sliver of hope. “There’s still a chance.”

Jake’s eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and hope as he looked up at the sky again. “Yeah, maybe someone noticed the flare,” he said, his voice more hopeful this time. “They might be calling for help. We should keep an eye out for any more passing planes in the next few days.”

You nodded, your heart beating faster as a tiny spark of hope flickered. It wasn’t much, but it was something. The thought that someone might have seen that brief flash of light and was coming to help was enough to keep you going for now.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed, looking out over the horizon. “We can’t give up now. We’ll be ready if another plane comes by.”

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You and Jake lay back in the sun, enjoying the warmth as you fed each other pieces of fruit. The conversation drifted from light-hearted plans to deeper thoughts about the future.

“You know,” Jake said between bites, “once we’re off this island, I think I’ll finally take a break. I’ve been studying so much, I forgot what it was like to just enjoy life.”

You smiled, enjoying his relaxed tone. “Yeah, I get that. Maybe we could actually take a trip somewhere. I’ve always wanted to go to Paris. Or maybe travel around Europe for a bit.”

He nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds perfect. I’d love to see the world, maybe live somewhere by the beach and just... take it easy.”

You paused, your smile faltering slightly. “Yeah, but... if we get off this island, we’d probably have to go back to our old lives, right? You know, school, work... all that stuff. I’m not really sure I’m ready for a relationship right now, after everything that happened with my ex.”

Jake looked at you for a moment, his smile slowly fading. “I mean, I’d like to go back to normal too, but… what if we never see each other again? What if this is it? Just us, here.”

You shrugged, keeping the tone light, though there was a faint ache behind your words. "I don’t know… It would be tough, but it’s inevitable.”

He sighed, his eyes shifting. “I get that, I do. But I guess I’m just... not ready for things to go back to the way they were before. I’ve had more fun here with you than I have in a while."

You smiled softly, gently running your fingers through the sand. “Yeah, I’ve had a good time too... But if we get off, it’ll be the best of both worlds, right? We can go back to living our lives, but with this whole new chapter behind us.”

Jake was quiet for a beat, and you noticed his unease. But you didn’t push him, instead keeping the conversation light and hopeful, knowing that things might change, but it would be okay either way.

“Okay,” you said with a yawn, your body beginning to relax as the sun's warmth lulled you. “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up in a few hours?”

Jake gave a small, affectionate smile. “Of course.”

As you drifted off, your breathing slow and steady, Jake remained by your side, sitting quietly and watching you sleep. In the soft light of the day, with the gentle sounds of the ocean and the rustling of leaves in the breeze, you looked so peaceful, so at ease, and it struck him in a way he couldn’t put into words. Your features relaxed, your body still, and your chest rising and falling with each breath, it all felt so perfect. He couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by how beautiful you were. For a moment, it was just the two of you, the world around you fading away, and it felt like everything was right.

Jake had never thought of himself as the kind of guy to get lost in such moments. He had always been focused, driven by the constant need to do something, to achieve something. But now, sitting here beside you, feeling the warmth of your presence and the peace of the island, he realized how much he had missed out on. All those years spent locked away in his books, pushing himself toward the next goal, the next success, it felt so far removed from the quiet joy of just being here, of being with you.

What if he didn’t have to go back? What if this life—this simple, unhurried life—was what he really wanted? The thought made his chest tighten, his heart racing in ways he wasn’t used to. He had spent so long trying to fit himself into a mold, trying to be the perfect student, the perfect son, always chasing after something. But here, now, he realized it didn’t matter. With you, he was finally living, truly living, and he didn’t want to lose that.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a sudden, unmistakable sound, the roar of an engine overhead. His heart jumped in his chest, and before he even realized it, he was on his feet, looking up at the sky. Another plane. It was there. The opportunity for rescue, for freedom, was right in front of him. His hands trembled as he ran back to retrieve the flare, instinctively preparing to signal.

But as he stood there, flare in hand, something stopped him. The adrenaline coursing through him mixed with doubt, and the weight of everything he had been thinking in the moments before seemed to settle into his bones. The thought of being saved, of leaving this island, of leaving you, hit him like a wave. What would happen to you two after that? Would he just go back to his old life, to the endless cycle of studying and striving, or would he somehow find a way to hold onto what he had with you?

For a moment, he imagined the plane flying off into the distance, taking with it everything he had found here. The certainty of what lay beyond the island seemed so distant, so unappealing now, compared to the quiet connection they shared in this place.

With a quiet breath, he let the flare drop from his hands and turned, walking back toward you as you slept. And there, with his back to the plane, he sat beside you, the weight of his decision settling over him like the sun. He sat down beside you, carefully keeping his movements quiet to not disturb your peaceful slumber. The rays were warm on his skin, and the gentle sway of the breeze seemed to echo his own quiet thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, he'd found something more important than escaping the island.

And as he sat there, his gaze drifting over your sleeping form, he realized that for the first time, he wasn’t thinking about the future, about what he would go back to. He was thinking about the present, about this moment, and that was enough.

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Dialogue Response

"I want to kiss you."

"Then do it."

"Oh, I can tell."

"Here? Right now?"

"I want to kiss you too."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Then ask me nicely for a kiss."

"And yet you are still not doing it."

"I feel like you want to do more than that."

"Do you want me to bend down, so you can?"

"That's too bad, because it's not going to happen."

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Writing for: Jake Seresin; Bradley Bradshaw; Natasha Trace; Bob Floyd; Javy Machado; Beau Simpson; Tyler Owens; Rip Wheeler; Ryan (Yellowstone); Lee Dutton; Kayce Dutton

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Writing romance between characters

A lot of readers like romance, don't they? From romance books to romantic subplots in a fantasy/sci-fi/thriller, we have some sort of romance in the books we read (though not all of them). A lot of times though, we feel the romance is forced and can be extremely unpleasant to watch. Let's discuss some tips about how to write romance properly.

Tension, tension, tension

Tension is key to any romance, whether it be enemies-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, rivals-to-lovers etc. Some examples are longing gazes, hands brushing each other, wistful gazes, hugs that last a little too long and more! Without tension, the romance just feels will be flat and boring and the readers won't be engaged in it. Please note that for the tension part, the things I listed can be platonic as well! What I mean to say is their reactions, such as them realizing they've caught feelings and now acting differently with each other, wistful gazes at someone they know they can't romance etc. All these actions I've listed in the post can happen platonically, especially for queerplatonic friends etc.

2. Give intimacy

Intimacy is not inherently sexual. It can also be emotional, and when portrayed in books properly, it can be marvellous to watch. Intimacy means being vulnerable with another person, being able to show them baring out their souls to one another, showing that they trust one another. Because if two people can't be intimate or vulnerable with each other, then no, we can't expect them to be in a romantic relationship.

3. Make them great individually

If the characters themselves aren't compelling characters, then we can't expect them to be any better in a romance. If one (or both) of the characters is flat and boring and the very embodiment of meh, then they're also going to be very "meh" in their relationship. Make the character engaging and exciting to watch, whether they're a villain or a hero. To gain some tips on how to write characters properly, check out my post on character writing!

TIP!

I have read this somewhere and I feel it's a really good tip! Use the no-kiss rule. Imagine the couple/ship you're writing. Write them but make sure that they don't kiss. Objectively, can you tell they have feelings for each other? If no, then do better or scrap it. If characters need to kiss to tell that they're in love, then they're not in love. Period.

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DESCRIBING THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES OF CHARACTERS:

Body

descriptors; ample, athletic, barrel-chested, beefy, blocky, bony, brawny, buff, burly, chubby, chiseled, coltish, curvy, fat, fit, herculean, hulking, lanky, lean, long, long-legged, lush, medium build, muscular, narrow, overweight, plump, pot-bellied, pudgy, round, skeletal, skinny, slender, slim, stocky, strong, stout, strong, taut, toned, wide.

Eyebrows

descriptors; bushy, dark, faint, furry, long, plucked, raised, seductive, shaved, short, sleek, sparse, thin, unruly.

shape; arched, diagonal, peaked, round, s-shaped, straight.

Ears

shape; attached lobe, broad lobe, narrow, pointed, round, square, sticking-out.

Eyes

colour; albino, blue (azure, baby blue, caribbean blue, cobalt, ice blue, light blue, midnight, ocean blue, sky blue, steel blue, storm blue,) brown (amber, dark brown, chestnut, chocolate, ebony, gold, hazel, honey, light brown, mocha, pale gold, sable, sepia, teakwood, topaz, whiskey,) gray (concrete gray, marble, misty gray, raincloud, satin gray, smoky, sterling, sugar gray), green (aquamarine, emerald, evergreen, forest green, jade green, leaf green, olive, moss green, sea green, teal, vale).

descriptors; bedroom, bright, cat-like, dull, glittering, red-rimmed, sharp, small, squinty, sunken, sparkling, teary.

positioning/shape; almond, close-set, cross, deep-set, downturned, heavy-lidded, hooded, monolid, round, slanted, upturned, wide-set.

Face

descriptors; angular, cat-like, hallow, sculpted, sharp, wolfish.

shape; chubby, diamond, heart-shaped, long, narrow, oblong, oval, rectangle, round, square, thin, triangle.

Facial Hair

beard; chin curtain, classic, circle, ducktail, dutch, french fork, garibaldi, goatee, hipster, neckbeard, old dutch, spade, stubble, verdi, winter.

clean-shaven

moustache; anchor, brush, english, fu manchu, handlebar, hooked, horseshoe, imperial, lampshade, mistletoe, pencil, toothbrush, walrus.

sideburns; chin strap, mutton chops.

Hair

colour; blonde (ash blonde, golden blonde, beige, honey, platinum blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry-blonde, sunflower blonde,) brown (amber, butterscotch, caramel, champagne, cool brown, golden brown, chocolate, cinnamon, mahogany,) red (apricot, auburn, copper, ginger, titain-haired,), black (expresso, inky-black, jet black, raven, soft black) grey (charcoal gray, salt-and-pepper, silver, steel gray,), white (bleached, snow-white).

descriptors; bedhead, dull, dry, fine, full, layered, limp, messy, neat, oily, shaggy, shinny, slick, smooth, spiky, tangled, thick, thin, thinning, tousled, wispy, wild, windblown.

length; ankle length, bald, buzzed, collar length, ear length, floor length, hip length, mid-back length, neck length, shaved, shoulder length, waist length.

type; beach waves, bushy, curly, frizzy, natural, permed, puffy, ringlets, spiral, straight, thick, thin, wavy.

Hands; calloused, clammy, delicate, elegant, large, plump, rough, small, smooth, square, sturdy, strong.

Fingernails; acrylic, bitten, chipped, curved, claw-like, dirty, fake, grimy, long, manicured, painted, peeling, pointed, ragged, short, uneven.

Fingers; arthritic, cold, elegant, fat, greasy, knobby, slender, stubby.

Lips/Mouth

colour (lipstick); brown (caramel, coffee, nude, nutmeg,) pink (deep rose, fuchsia, magenta, pale peach, raspberry, rose, ) purple (black cherry, plum, violet, wine,) red (deep red, ruby.)

descriptors; chapped, cracked, dry, full, glossy, lush, narrow, pierced, scabby, small, soft, split, swollen, thin, uneven, wide, wrinkled.

shape; bottom-heavy, bow-turned, cupid’s bow, downturned, oval, pouty, rosebud, sharp, top-heavy.

Nose

descriptors; broad, broken, crooked, dainty, droopy, hooked, long, narrow, pointed, raised, round, short, strong, stubby, thin, turned-up, wide.

shape; button, flared, grecian, hawk, roman.

Skin

descriptors; blemished, bruised, chalky, clear, dewy, dimpled, dirty, dry, flaky, flawless, freckled, glowing, hairy, itchy, lined, oily, pimply, rashy, rough, sagging, satiny, scarred, scratched, smooth, splotchy, spotted, tattooed, uneven, wrinkly.

complexion; black, bronzed, brown, dark, fair, ivory, light, medium, olive, pale, peach, porcelain, rosy, tan, white.

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Hii, i really fucking love the txt hybrid au, really i can wait for beomgyu part 2, and im so excited for tyun and hyuka hybrids. well, i have a request and idk if its okay, but can you write an au smut (any context) with beomgyu x reader x taehyun? if you feel comfortable, of course, idk why these two guys are making me fall in love for them.

thank you, i’m rlly excited to write and finish the rest of the hybrid au, and btw this request is chefs kiss bcs Beomgyu is my bias and Taehyun is my bias wrecker 😩 I’ve actually never written something like this tho (threesome), so it’s my first time but i hope you enjoy it!

Our Movie

beomgyu x reader x taehyun

smut

Warnings: threesome, dom!beomgyu, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, some degradation (mostly from beomgyu, not a lot tho), double penetration, anal, unprotected sex, piv sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, nipple play (?), making out, kind of messy, beomgyu records it, porn without plot pretty much

Words: 3.0k (this went a lil further than planned lolol)

Crush

“Would you just sit still?” @challengingwords

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 420

Her heart raced sitting beside him as he glanced down to see her reaction to his kiss scene on the screen. Even though her face was burning from embarrassment, and she was a little jealous, she knew it was just work. Calming herself down, she glanced up to see Yanjun staring at, looking a bit offended. She smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

Turning her focus back to the screen to play with him a little, Yanjun let out a sigh and closed the laptop.

“Ey, what are you doing?” she questioned, looking up to him, “It was such a cute scene!”

Reaching over to open the laptop, she was interrupted when Yanjun grabbed her arms, making her face him. She stared innocently into his eyes.

“I’m kissing another girl, aren’t you jealous even a little bit?”

“It’s just acting.” she replied, trying to hold back her laughter.

Yanjun was speechless from her reaction.

“This won’t do, my girlfriend doesn’t even care that I’m kissing someone else.”

He let go of her hands, lightly shoving them away, sulking. His little pout was so adorable, she couldn’t hold back anymore. A smile appeared on her face as she gently hit him in the chest.

“Ey, who said I wasn’t jealous, I’m your girlfriend after all,” she confessed, “If you dare do it in real life, I will…”

Before she could finish, Yanjun interrupted, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

“Kill you…what do you think you’re doing?” her eyes staring firmly into his.

“Claiming you as mine, and I belong to you only.”

She blinked a few times in disbelief and scoffed.

“Lin Yanjun, I think you are getting too into character, how can you say something so cheesy?”

He grinned as she shivered from the cringe. But she secretly loved it and he knew. In the next few seconds, he moved so close the tips of their noses touched. She tried to keep her cool, but the heat radiating from her cheeks weren’t helping.

“It’s only true when I say it to you.”

His words made her heart race.

“I know.” Her adorable voice pulling at his heart.

About to turn away, he grabbed her arms, holding her in place.

“Would you just sit still?”

With that said, Yanjun pressed his lips onto hers. Smiling, she kissed him back. She knew that he loves her, he wouldn’t dare kiss another person if not for work. She loves him and wouldn’t dare to kill him even if he did.

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It's alright. Onlyoneof isn't that well known yet so I understand. Maybe you could write one for Jun! I share a birthday with him and it's coming so soon. I'm turning so old! LOL.

Oh do you? I share mine with Shownu (and a few others) haha!

Pairing: Wen Junhui x female reader

Word count: 264

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"So, what should we do for your birthday?"

Looking at Jun, you smirked. "I don't know. What do you want to do for your birthday?"

"Spend time with you."

"That's a given."

He thought for a moment and then nodded. "Eat something nice."

"Okay, so we'll go out for a meal. I want to play at an arcade."

"Really? Why?"

"Because I haven't since we were kids."

"Oh! I remember your birthday there that one year. You bawled your eyes out because Hansol beat you at your favourite game."

You glowered at the resurfaced memory, shaking your head. "No inviting Hansol to our birthday."

"That's a given," Jun cheekily responded, leaning over to kiss you. "Who wants a third wheel on your date?"

"Our birthday will be a date?" you asked dreamily, and Jun laughed.

"Of course it will be. Our birth date."

"I'm not dating you anymore," you grumbled, though you were far too easy to placate when he peppered you in kisses. "Okay! Stop! I'll date you for the rest of my life! Happy?"

"No way. I don't want to be your eternal date."

"Married people still schedule in date night," you countered, and Jun grinned. "What?"

"Maybe we should get married on our birthday?"

"No way! I want that day to be special."

"Is our birthday not a special day as it is?" he teased as you rolled your eyes. "Okay, we'll have our birthday and then get married?"

"You're being kind of cute."

"Only kind of?" he asked, pulling you down onto the couch and peppering you in further kisses.

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This is so adorable! Thank you so much!

#reblog #prettywordsyouleft #Jun #thanks for the drabble

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How to say 'I love you' without saying 'I love you' | Chae Hyungwon pt 3

part: 3 of 3

other parts: pt 1 || pt 2 || pt 3

pairing: chae hyungwon x reader

genre: fluff, and LOTS OF SMUT

word count: 7.6k words

note: so. the smut is here. can you believe i had a dream about hyungwon doing this SAME thing here, in my dream? i will RIOT

How to say ‘I love you’ without saying ‘I love you’.

It’s an hour after you arrived, that there is a knock on your dorm room.

When you open the door, Hyungwon stands in front of your door, and you honestly have already missed him so much that you want to hug him.

“I just arrived.”

“Didn’t you want to change and get some rest first?”

“I… I didn’t want to wait a single moment after I came here, so I washed up before we headed out.” He mumbles, a sheepish smile on his face as he motions for you to step outside.

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The Ledger of Hearts

Prompt: “Not everyone is a saint, you know.” – @challengingwords prompt #35

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x female reader

Genre: demon x saint au / romance

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Word count: 497

Handing over the ledger, Eunwoo hesitated to fully let it out of his grip. Eyes of obsidian stared back at him intensely, your head tilting to the side. Lips now curled, your wicked tongue moistened them a little. “You’ve done your job, Eunwoo.”

“I need to ensure these findings will reach your King, Y/N.”

“He’ll be the first to read them. I give you my word.”

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