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.
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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.
“Fuck,” you whispered, voice breaking, as your eyes fluttered shut and your mind fed you the same filthy fantasies it always did. In them, Jake was every bit the cocky bastard you imagined him to be—towering over you, smirking with that lazy confidence, telling you to spread your legs wider so he could see just how ruined you were for him.
You could practically hear his voice:
“That’s it, baby. Show me how wet you are.”
A guttural moan fell from your lips. Your fingers trembled as you sank them deeper, sliding between your folds until you were massaging the swollen, throbbing knot of nerves that made your back arch off the mattress. Every movement sent sparks racing up your spine, and you chased the friction like a fucking addict—because that’s exactly what you were: addicted to the thought of him.
Your other hand fumbled for your phone, nearly dropping it on your face in your clumsy rush. The screen glowed to life, and you immediately opened that private folder. The nerve-wracking thrill of seeing your own explicit videos made your pulse throb.
Your finger hovered over the most recent one for half a second, heart hammering. Then you pressed play.
Instantly, the room filled with the ragged sounds of your recorded moans. On the screen, you were splayed out, hips rolling in a shameless rhythm as you fucked your own fingers like your life depended on it. The memory of that moment made your cheeks burn, but it also made you fucking wetter.
“Jake… please… fuck—” your recorded voice whimpered, your cheeks flushed and your tits bouncing with each thrust of your own hand.
The real you let out a choked noise, clit pulsing under your insistent fingertips. You drove them harder against your flesh, trying to match the frantic pace you’d seen in the video. A filthy squelch echoed in the room, your soaked folds giving you away, and you bit your lip to stifle a cry.
God, you were so damn desperate. It made you feel dirty as hell—and yet, you couldn’t stop. In your mind, you pictured Jake looming over you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He’d probably sneer down at you, that smug grin twisting his gorgeous mouth, telling you how pathetic you looked, cumming all over your own damn fingers just for him.
“Such a fucking slut,” you imagined him saying, and your body convulsed.
You rammed your fingers harder against your slick heat, each drag of your knuckles sending you spiraling higher. Your recorded moans continued to play on loop, mixing with your real ones until you couldn’t tell which was which. Every muscle in your body tensed, bracing for the orgasm that was cresting in your gut like a tidal wave.
“Jake,” you whimpered. It was a half-sob, half-prayer. “Jake, oh God—”
And then it hit.
Your orgasm slammed into you, white-hot and wrenching. Your hips jerked off the bed, your thighs squeezing around your hand so tightly you could barely move. A harsh, broken sound tore from your throat as your body locked up, wave after wave of bliss rippling through your core. You ground your fingers against your clit one last time, milking every second of the high until you thought you’d black out.
Finally, you collapsed, trembling, onto the mattress, breath sawing in and out of your lungs. Your vision blurred with unshed tears from the sheer intensity. Slowly, the quivering in your limbs began to subside, and you eased your damp fingers from between your legs, wincing at how oversensitive you already were.
For a moment, all you could do was lie there, the sticky remains of your orgasm coating your inner thighs, your mind still buzzing with echoes of Jake’s name. You felt disgusting, you felt euphoric—you felt alive in a way that made you crave more.
But reality crashed down the second you glanced at the time on your phone. Fifteen minutes until class started.
“Shit,” you whispered, bolting upright so fast your head spun. Your legs wobbled when you tried to stand, a dull ache centered between your legs reminding you of just how hard you’d gone. You grabbed the first hoodie you saw, yanked it over your head, and fished around for a pair of rumpled jeans from the floor. There was no time to shower, no time to even catch your breath.
As you dashed out of your room, the remnants of your orgasm still clung to your thighs, a humiliating reminder of why you were late in the first place. You couldn’t help but picture what Jake would say if he ever found out the real reason you stumbled through that lecture hall door every day, hair a mess and cheeks still flushed from your obscene morning routine.
He’d probably smirk, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “Couldn’t get enough of me, huh?”
The thought made your cheeks flare with shameful heat as you tore across campus, trying not to trip over your own feet. You’d never let him find out—you were certain it would kill you. Yet, a tiny voice in the back of your mind wondered what it would be like if he did know. If he whispered filthy praise in your ear about how you were always late because you were too busy drenching your sheets for him.
Your core clenched at the mental image, and you forced yourself to shove it down. There was no time for daydreams—you were late enough as it was, and your professor was already on the verge of losing his patience with you.
Still, no matter how many times you told yourself you couldn’t keep doing this, you knew you would.
Tomorrow morning, you’d wake up soaked again, thighs trembling, and you’d inevitably plunge your fingers back into that slick warmth while moaning Jake’s name. The filthy cycle would continue, and you wouldn’t be able to stop it, because nothing else felt as good as imagining him breaking you into a moaning, dripping mess.
As you reached the lecture hall, panting and disheveled, you couldn’t help but wonder: what if—just what if—Jake Sim ever saw exactly how bad you had it for him?
But that was a thought for another day, another dirty, mind-shattering morning.
Because you both knew: this wouldn’t be the last time you came undone at the mention of his name.
-
You were already a mess when you stumbled through the lecture hall doors, breath ragged and heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat. You were late. Again. The professor’s disapproving glare followed you as you practically crashed into your usual seat in the back row, muttering a hastily whispered apology under your breath.
God, you probably looked like you’d rolled straight out of bed—which, let’s be honest, you basically had. Not that you’d been sleeping. No, you’d spent your precious morning minutes rubbing out a frantic orgasm, fueled by thoughts of Jake Sim and all the ways he could ruin you if he ever laid a hand on your needy, desperate body.
Your clit still throbbed with the memory.
You tried to steady your breathing, force your mind to focus on the lecture happening around you. But your professor’s words were just a dull roar in your ears. You caught phrases like “group project” and “semester-long assignment,” but your brain refused to process them, still half-fogged from the wave of pleasure you’d torn out of yourself not fifteen minutes ago.
Then the professor called your name.
You blinked, snapping out of your daze just in time to see that he was pairing you off with someone. The rest of the class fell silent, heads turning toward you as you awkwardly cleared your throat, cheeks warming under the sudden attention.
“Jake Sim,” the professor said, scanning the attendance sheet. “You and Jake will be partners for the entire project.”
Your entire body stiffened.
Jake Sim.
Jake fucking Sim.
Your clit gave a punishing pulse at the mere mention of his name, so strong it sent a hot jolt of need straight through your core. You barely managed to swallow a gasp, thighs clenching under the desk as if that might calm the ache.
Across the room, Jake lifted his head. He had been taking notes, or maybe doodling—hell if you knew. He looked up when he heard his name, and his eyes flicked briefly over to you. He didn’t seem particularly surprised or amused. He just…nodded. Like it was no big deal.
Meanwhile, you sat there, completely frozen, trying not to let your face betray the fact that your cunt was literally fluttering at the prospect of spending hours—hours—with him on this project. Your mind spun with a million frantic thoughts: how were you supposed to look him in the eye when you had fingered yourself that same morning while moaning his name?
You almost wanted to run.
But there was nowhere to go, and the professor’s gaze was still locked on you, waiting for some sign of acknowledgment. So you forced a nod, swallowing hard, your pulse thundering in your ears.
When class finally ended, you practically bolted up from your seat, gathering your things in a clumsy rush. All you could think about was escaping before you did something mortifying—like spontaneously combusting from the intensity of the situation.
But you weren’t fast enough.
Jake Sim stood waiting for you in the aisle. You noticed, with a sinking sensation in your stomach, that he was even taller up close, shoulders broad under that signature hoodie, a slight quirk to his full lips as he watched you fluster about.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low but clear in the post-lecture murmur. “Guess we’re partners, huh?”
Your heart just about crawled up your throat and died there. You couldn’t form coherent words. Instead, you let out some pathetic sound halfway between a squeak and a cough.
Jake’s brows rose a fraction, and that quirk at the corner of his lips deepened. “You okay?”
No. Absolutely not. Your palms were sweating, your cheeks were on fire, and your core was still buzzing with the aftereffects of your morning orgasm. Knowing he was so close—close enough to smell the faint hint of laundry detergent clinging to his hoodie—nearly made your knees buckle.
“Uh, yeah,” you managed, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. “Just—tired.”
“Tired,” he echoed, giving you an appraising once-over. “Rough morning?”
You swallowed, a traitorous flush creeping up your neck. He had no idea just how rough.
“Something like that,” you muttered, pretending to rummage in your backpack to avoid meeting his gaze.
Jake shrugged. “Well, we should probably figure out a time to meet up for the project. Professor wants a proposal next week.”
He said it so matter-of-factly, so…normal. Meanwhile, your head was spinning because you were about to be in a room alone with him, studying economics, while your body screamed for him to fuck you senseless.
“Uh, yeah,” you repeated, feeling like a malfunctioning robot. “We…should definitely do that.”
God, you wanted to slap yourself. Could you be any more awkward?
Jake tilted his head, brown eyes flicking over you again, a subtle curiosity in his gaze. “How about tomorrow? Afternoon?”
Tomorrow. That meant you had less than twenty-four hours to get your shit together—to not end up a quivering puddle of arousal at his feet. Less than a day to build up some sort of immunity to his existence.
But you nodded anyway, because what else could you do? “Sure. Works for me.”
He gave a little smile, just a quick curve of his mouth, but it was enough to make your stomach tighten painfully. “Cool. I’ll, uh—text you, I guess?”
“Yeah. Text. Right.”
Your tongue felt leaden and stupid, and your heart hammered wildly against your ribcage. You wondered if he could hear it—wondered if he’d notice the pulse beating in your throat or sense the way your entire body vibrated with the memory of your morning orgasm.
But Jake just nodded again, hands sliding into the pockets of his hoodie. “See you tomorrow, then.”
He turned and left, effortlessly blending into the crowd of students filtering out the door. You stood there like an idiot, your mind replaying the conversation, analyzing every second for hints of pity or amusement on his part.
He didn’t seem weirded out. Didn’t seem suspicious of why you were so…flustered. He’d probably forget about you the moment he headed to his next class.
Meanwhile, you?
You tried to breathe, leaning heavily against one of the desks as you clutched your notes to your chest. Your thighs pressed together, a pitiful attempt to quell the ache that refused to leave you alone. It was as if your body recognized him on some primal level and refused to let go of the fact that he was standing right in front of you.
He had no idea how badly you wanted him—no clue you literally jacked off to his name almost every morning, that you were always late because you were too busy chasing orgasm after orgasm in a delirious haze of lust.
Well, now you’d have to fake it—pretend that you were normal, that you weren’t some perverted mess drooling over him in secret. You just hoped you could keep it together, especially once you were locked in a study room together, going over spreadsheets and supply-demand curves while your body screamed for something entirely different.
And worst of all, you had the sinking feeling that tomorrow’s routine wouldn’t be any different. You’d probably still wake up, still stroke your throbbing clit to the thought of Jake’s voice, Jake’s hands, Jake’s cock…
But maybe, just maybe, you’d manage not to be late this time.
Fat chance.
-
Studying with Jake Sim was a fucking nightmare—in the filthiest, most torturous way possible.
He had this infuriating habit of showing up in the laziest outfits imaginable, usually some combination of sweatpants and a hoodie. You might’ve thought the casual attire would make him look approachable or less intimidating, but it only did the opposite. He wore those gray sweats like a second skin, settling into his chair with an ease that bordered on sinful. His legs spread obscenely wide, claiming space that shouldn’t be his to claim.
The hoodie was somehow worse. It clung to his broad shoulders, emphasizing the sharp line of his collarbones and the solid build of his chest. And since he always—always—rolled his sleeves up to the elbows, you were treated to the tantalizing sight of his forearms: faint veins tracing a path over lightly tanned skin, muscles shifting whenever he flexed his fingers or picked up a pen.
It drove you insane.
Every time he tilted his head in thought, his hair would slip across his forehead, drawing attention to the dark, intense eyes beneath. Sometimes he licked his lips—absently, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it—and every time it happened, a low, pulsing heat rippled through your stomach.
But the worst part? Jake had a thing for tits.
You first noticed it in the little stuff: the way his gaze drifted south whenever you leaned over your notes, the split-second hesitation in his voice if your shirt happened to be cut too low. His eyes would flick to your chest, then dart away so quickly you’d think you’d imagined it—except the slight tension in his jaw proved otherwise.
He tried to hide it. Tried to keep himself polite and focused on the assignment, but the more you studied together, the more obvious it became. He had to physically force himself not to stare, clenching his jaw or gripping his pen with a little too much force whenever your shirt shifted in just the right way.
Eventually, you decided to test him.
One night, you showed up at his place wearing a tight little tank top—no bra underneath, of course. The fabric hugged your curves, thin enough that your nipples peaked through whenever the room got too cold. You pretended to be completely oblivious, scrolling through your laptop as though there wasn’t a very obvious reason Jake’s gaze kept snagging on your chest.
His reaction was immediate. The second you walked in, his eyes darkened, pupils dilating as they betrayed his interest. He coughed, cleared his throat, and busied himself with the project notes, but he couldn’t hide the subtle tremor in his voice when he asked, “So, um, ready to start?”
You dragged a chair up to the small desk, taking care to sit opposite him so he’d have an unobstructed view. For a while, you both pretended to work—typing away, sorting through textbooks, exchanging random facts about supply and demand. But every time you spoke, his attention drifted down, no matter how hard he tried to stay focused on your face.
Your heart pounded every time you caught him looking. Desire coiled low in your belly, and your nipples tightened beneath the thin fabric, practically begging for him to notice. Your entire body thrummed with this heady mixture of confidence and need, and you couldn’t help but push it further.
“Ugh, it’s so hot in here,” you sighed dramatically, arching your back to stretch. The movement sent your breasts straining against the tank top, and you saw Jake’s jaw clench, the tendons in his neck standing out as he forced himself not to stare directly at you.
He tried to keep his cool, but his next words came out more clipped than usual. “I can open the window.”
You shrugged, letting the straps of the tank top slide a fraction of an inch down your shoulder. “Nah,” you said, voice laced with feigned innocence. “Don’t worry about it.”
The tension in the air was palpable, an almost electric charge crackling between you. Your thighs pressed together beneath the desk, desperate for some kind of friction. You could practically feel his gaze lingering on your chest when you looked away, fueling that simmering warmth between your legs.
Finally, Jake snapped.
“You do that shit on purpose, don’t you?” he muttered, voice pitched low and tight enough to send shivers skittering down your spine.
You fought the smirk threatening to curve your lips. Your stomach flipped with excitement and arousal. “Do what?” you asked, feigning obliviousness, even though your heart was about to hammer out of your chest.
He exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to the tank top that was barely containing your chest. “You know what,” he ground out, then made a visible effort to calm himself, dragging his gaze to your face.
It took everything in you not to let out a triumphant laugh. You could see the frustration warring with desire in his dark eyes, saw the way his fingers curled into fists as if he had to physically restrain himself. There was a fine tremor in his forearms—those fucking forearms—that made your insides clench with a perverse satisfaction.
Your own arousal pulsed, nipples practically aching as they brushed against the fabric. There was this suffocating urge to crawl into his lap, to press your tits against his chest and see just how fast you could break that composure. But you held back. Because that wasn’t the plan. Not yet.
“I’m just trying to study,” you said, tone as sweet as sugar, batting your eyelashes in an overdone performance of innocence.
Jake’s stare hardened, and for a moment, you thought he might say something brash—something that would make the air sizzle. But he merely set his jaw, took a long, measured breath, and turned back to the notes.
“Right. Study,” he mumbled, jaw working like he was trying to chew through nails.
You bit your lip to smother a grin, your pulse still thrumming in your ears from the pure, uncut tension between you. Your nipples were so stiff they practically throbbed; you had to shift in your seat to accommodate the constant, nagging ache in your core.
Nothing else happened that night—no heated kisses, no tangled limbs—but it didn’t need to. The filth was already there, simmering beneath every glance, every roll of his shoulders, every suppressed flick of his gaze toward your tits. You could sense the unspoken hunger radiating off him like heat waves, matching the relentless heartbeat pounding in your own chest.
And that was more than enough to leave you soaking by the time you finally left.
-
You woke up with a pounding need at the base of your spine. It was deeper than usual, an ache that gnawed at you relentlessly, demanding satisfaction. The worst part? You already knew exactly who you were going to picture to take the edge off:
Jake Sim.
Every nerve in your body thrummed with anticipation, remembering the way he’d looked at you during your last study session—eyes flickering from your face down to your chest, jaw clenched like he was fighting some internal battle. You’d left his dorm with slick thighs and your mind racing, your entire body aflame.
Today, you wanted to push your usual routine even further. Your fingers alone wouldn’t cut it. With your teeth worrying your bottom lip, you slipped out of bed and rummaged through your nightstand until your hand closed around the small, discreet vibrator you’d impulsively bought a few weeks ago. It was sleek, silicone-coated, made for exactly the kind of play you were craving.
You bit back a trembling sigh and grabbed your phone, propping it against a pillow at the foot of your bed. The little red light began to blink, capturing you in all your messy, unmade-bed glory—hair tangled, cheeks still carrying the warmth of sleep, and a fiercely determined look in your eyes.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you whispered, half to yourself, half to the imaginary version of Jake you conjured whenever you got off.
But you didn’t hesitate. You shed your oversized T-shirt, tossing it aside to expose bare skin. Your nipples peaked in the cool air, and you ran a hand over one breast, giving it a light squeeze before trailing your palm down over your stomach. You settled into the pillows, propping your hips up slightly so the camera had a perfect view.
“Jake,” you murmured, letting your thighs fall apart, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Your free hand teased your clit, already slick with arousal, while the other clutched the vibrator. The buzzing anticipation in your veins intensified as you clicked it on, feeling the soft hum rattle against your palm.
Normally, you’d sink it straight into your cunt, but today, you were craving something more depraved. Your breath hitched at the thought of that taboo stretch you barely ever indulged—your ass. The mere idea of Jake guiding it inside you, watching you squirm as you took it deeper, was enough to send a fresh gush of heat through your body.
“Fuck,” you mumbled, heart hammering as you angled the toy behind you. “Jake, I want you…want you here.”
Carefully, you smeared your own wetness over the silicone, letting your middle finger gather some of the slick so it’d slide in smoothly. A gasp broke from your throat the moment you pressed the vibrator’s tip to that tight ring of muscle—just the tiniest bit of pressure made your nerves light up like a live wire.
You couldn’t help the shameless moan that echoed off your bedroom walls. Even though it was just the tip, the sensation had you delirious. You spread your cheeks with one hand, guiding the buzzing silicone in a fraction of an inch, your body tensing and then relaxing around it. A ragged whine tore from your lips.
You could almost feel Jake’s hands there, big and warm, whispering filth in your ear:
“Relax. You can take it. Just like that—fuck, look at you…”
Your other hand found your clit, rubbing messy circles that turned your moans into broken sobs of pleasure. Each slow push of the vibrator inched deeper, stretching you in a way that made your eyes roll back.
“Nngh—Jake, please,” you babbled, voice shaking as you tried to push it just a bit further. “Wish it was your cock…wish you’d pin me down and shove it all the way in…”
You couldn’t hold back. The pressure and vibration melded into something explosive, your clit throbbing under your frantic fingertips. Every muscle in your body coiled tighter, lungs seizing as you hovered on the precipice. The camera recorded it all—the sweat beading at your temples, the flushed curve of your cheeks, the wet, filthy sounds filling the room.
Then it hit. Your orgasm came crashing down, ripping a strangled scream from your throat. Your legs shook, your ass clamping around the toy, your cunt pulsing in sympathy. You writhed against the sheets, half-blinded by the force of it, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming relief.
It felt like forever before you could breathe again, the buzz in your nerves slowly receding. You eased the vibrator out, wincing at the hyper-sensitivity, then stopped the recording with a trembling hand. On the screen, the thumbnail showed a glimpse of you with your mouth open in a silent cry, body arched off the bed, pure rapture etched on your face.
Fuck. If Jake ever saw that…
But there wasn’t time for guilt or second thoughts. A glance at the clock made your heart plummet—it was late, and you had to scramble to get to class before your professor threatened to fail you for tardiness. Again.
You only managed a quick wipe-down, barely rinsing the toy and tossing it in a drawer, before you yanked on clothes and sprinted out the door, phone still warm in your pocket from the video you’d just recorded.
The lecture hall was already half-full when you snuck in. You found your seat, cheeks still hot from both the run across campus and the memory of the vibrator filling your ass less than an hour ago. You avoided Jake’s eyes completely, which was easy because he was focused on the front of the class—though you could still feel the tension that seemed to magnetize you whenever he was close.
Throughout the lesson, your mind wandered, replaying the moment of penetration, the hum of the toy, the fantasy of Jake’s hands gripping your hips. You clenched your thighs under the desk, wishing you could burn the images out of your head.
Little did you know, in just a few hours, your world would implode in the filthiest way imaginable.
That evening, you met Jake for a study session in his dorm. The room was small but cozy, a lived-in space with a single bed in the corner, textbooks piled on the floor. He greeted you at the door, wearing a fitted T-shirt that stretched across his shoulders in a way that made your pulse flutter.
“Hey,” he said, stepping aside so you could walk in. “Let’s try to knock out the rest of the research tonight.”
You nodded stiffly, mouth dry. You were always too aware of him—his scent, the way the muscle in his jaw worked when he concentrated, the slight furrow of his brows. It didn’t help that you’d spent your morning taking a vibrator in your ass, moaning his name like you were possessed.
You settled at the small desk with your laptop, while Jake sat on the bed flipping through a shared Google Doc on his phone. The tension was thick enough to taste. Sometimes you swore you caught him watching you from the corner of his eye, but every time you glanced over, he was scrolling or typing, expression neutral.
After about twenty minutes, the soda you’d chugged on your way over came back to haunt you. You needed the bathroom—badly.
“I’ll be right back,” you muttered, closing your laptop’s lid but not fully locking it. Nerves and bladder pressure made you forget the simplest precaution: you’d left a minimized window open from transferring your new “vibrator video” into your private folder.
Jake just nodded. “Sure. Down the hall, last door on the left.”
You slipped out of the dorm, heart still fluttering, mind on autopilot. The hallway was dimly lit, and you disappeared into the bathroom, exhaling a relieved sigh once the door clicked shut.
Alone in the room, Jake glanced at your laptop, noticing the faint glow beneath the lid. Curiosity—mixed with something deeper—bubbled in his chest. He’d been suspecting something was up with you, ever since you arrived late looking thoroughly wrecked every morning. The tension you carried around him was obvious, and he’d caught glimpses of…subtle clues.
With a swift move, he lifted the laptop’s lid. The screen flickered back to life, revealing a folder half-tucked behind your research notes. A folder labeled something simple, but ominous: “Private.”
He should’ve stopped. Should’ve told himself it was none of his business. But a stubborn, electric thrill spurred him to open it. A series of video files stared back at him, each with a plain name—things like “Vid001,” “Vid002.” And the most recent one? Time-stamped that morning.
His heart thudded. He clicked on it.
What loaded made his blood run hot.
You. Naked. Bent back on your bed with a vibrator in your ass, face scrunched up in a mix of pain and pleasure as you eased it deeper. The audio kicked in, and Jake’s eyes went wide when he heard your moans:
“Jake…God, I want you so deep in me…wanna be stretched by your cock…”
His pulse roared in his ears. The image on the screen was so explicit it felt like a punch to the gut. You whimpered, back arched, your hand working your clit with desperate speed, all while the vibrator buzzed between your spread cheeks. And the filthy things you were saying—how you wanted him to shove it all the way in, how you wished it was his cock instead of cold silicone.
Jake’s cock twitched in his pants, heat pooling low in his gut. He watched, transfixed, as your face contorted in a mind-blowing orgasm, your body jerking, thighs trembling. You were screaming his name through it all.
A low, shaky exhalation left his lips. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Sure, he’d suspected you had some kind of thing for him, but this? This was on another level. You were a wrecked, filthy, ass-play-obsessed mess, and all of it was for him.
He paused the video at the peak of your orgasm, hand nearly trembling with adrenaline. Blood pounded in his ears, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Part of him wanted to keep watching, to see every second of your depravity, but he had to be quick. You’d be back any minute.
With an almost reverent care, he closed out of the folder and gently lowered the laptop’s lid. Then he dragged in a ragged breath, trying to get his heart rate under control.
His mind raced. You were a shy presence at times, stumbling over words, blushing whenever he looked at you too long. Yet behind closed doors, you were filming yourself stretching your ass with a vibrator, moaning his name like he was the only person in the world.
Jake could barely contain the predatory thrill that coursed through him. He tried to shove the arousal down, adjusting his position on the bed so he didn’t look painfully hard if you walked in that second. But there was no ignoring the fact that everything had changed.
You had no idea what you’d just handed him, and Jake was more than ready to see how you’d squirm now that he had proof of just how desperately you wanted him.
-
You barely made it through class without combusting.
Your skin felt too hot, every nerve in your body on edge, a lingering burn still coiled between your thighs from the morning’s routine. As if that wasn’t bad enough, every time Jake so much as shifted in his seat, your body reacted—trained by weeks, months, of late mornings spent getting yourself off to the very thought of him.
And then, class ended.
The moment you stepped into the hall, still shaken, still barely holding it together, Jake was waiting for you.
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, looking infuriatingly calm while you felt like you were on the verge of collapsing. His dark eyes flicked over you, a slow drag, lingering just long enough to make your stomach tighten. He wasn’t just looking at you—he was studying you, examining you, as if piecing together a puzzle that had finally clicked into place.
A slow curl of heat unfurled in your belly. Something about the way he held your gaze, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips, made you feel exposed. Laid bare.
Something was wrong.
Your hands curled into fists at your sides, breath uneven as you tried to keep your face neutral. “What?” you asked, attempting to sound indifferent, but your voice betrayed you, cracking slightly on the single word.
Jake didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he let the silence stretch, dragging his tongue over his lower lip in thought. His fingers twitched against his arms where they were crossed over his chest, and his gaze dipped lower—not just over your body, but like he was seeing straight through you.
Your stomach clenched. He knew something.
“Didn’t sleep well?” he finally asked, voice deceptively casual.
Your heart lurched. He was playing with you.
You forced yourself to scoff. “What are you talking about?”
Jake hummed, tilting his head slightly, and your stomach sank at the knowing glint in his eyes. You felt yourself locking up, body screaming at you to flee, but it was too late.
“I wonder…” he mused, tapping his fingers against his arm. “Is that why you’re always late?”
The world tilted beneath you.
Your throat closed, fingers twitching at your sides, because he didn’t say it like an accusation—he said it like a revelation.
Jake took a step closer, and you swore your knees almost buckled.
“You’re always late,” he murmured, voice smooth as sin, laced with amusement. He tilted his head slightly, eyes never leaving yours as he leaned in just enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “Always looking like you’ve just been fucked.”
Your breath hitched. Your pulse roared in your ears.
“What—” Your voice barely worked, caught between panic and something even deeper—something raw, electric, dangerous.
Jake’s lips curved, dark amusement flashing across his face. “You get off before class, don’t you?”
Your entire body went up in flames. Your thighs clenched so tightly that you swore he could see it, see the way his words wrecked you from the inside out.
Jake didn’t wait for you to answer. He already knew. He had proof.
The realization crashed into you like a truck. The video.
Your breath caught in your throat.
Your laptop. The folder. The fucking recording from that morning.
The vibrator. The way you moaned his name. The way you begged for it to be him.
Jake had seen it.
Oh my god.
He had fucking seen it.
A low chuckle vibrated from deep in his chest, his lips twitching upward at the sheer horror that must have been written all over your face. His eyes darkened, filling with something lethal, something triumphant.
And then came the final blow—the words that shattered you, sent that familiar ache between your legs into something unbearable.
“You could’ve just asked me to help, baby.”
Your stomach dropped. Your knees almost buckled.
You were done for.
The world tilted on its axis. Everything else around you—the bustling students, the muffled sounds of conversations, the faint scraping of chairs against tile—blurred into meaningless background noise. All that existed was him. His smirk. His words. The absolute certainty in his voice that left no room for denial.
Your mouth opened, some kind of weak protest forming on your tongue, but Jake moved closer, shutting you down before you even had a chance to breathe. His presence was overwhelming, his body heat radiating off him like a furnace, his scent—clean, musky, laced with something so distinctly him—filling your senses, making your knees weak.
“You get off before class,” he repeated, softer this time, almost teasing, like he was savoring the confession he had yet to hear from your own lips. His voice dropped lower, becoming something dark, possessive. “And you think about me when you do it, don’t you?”
Your lungs seized. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe.
Jake tilted his head, studying you, watching the way your fingers twitched at your sides, the way your lips parted in a silent gasp, the way your thighs pressed together instinctively—as if that would do anything to stop the inevitable, the brutal ache between your legs that he had just made ten times worse.
“Tell me I’m wrong.” His voice was smooth, dripping with mocking confidence, because he knew you couldn’t.
Your brain scrambled for an escape. For an excuse. For anything that might get you out of this, because if you admitted it—if you said it out loud—there would be no turning back. You’d be his. Completely. Utterly.
Jake was too close now, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear, his tone taunting. “What is it, baby?” His fingers ghosted along your wrist, not quite touching but close enough to drive you insane. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you too busy thinking about the way you spread your legs for me every morning?”
Your breath left you in a shattered gasp.
You shouldn’t have reacted. You knew better. But your body betrayed you—your thighs clenched harder, your nipples tightened under the thin fabric of your shirt, your entire core clenched around nothing, desperate for the friction you had been denying yourself all class.
Jake saw it. He saw everything.
He chuckled, voice dark and satisfied. “Oh, you really are a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
Your body burned.
Jake smirked. His fingers—strong, veined, perfect—finally reached you, just the barest brush of his knuckle against the inside of your wrist, but it sent a violent shudder through you.
And now, he fucking knew it.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he said smoothly, turning away like he hadn’t just left you a trembling, soaking mess in the middle of the hallway.
-
You spent the entire day in a state of absolute wreckage.
After Jake’s confrontation in the hallway, after his words had wrapped around you like a noose, you had barely functioned. Your thoughts were a mess, your body useless, stuck in a constant loop of shame, arousal, and anticipation. He had seen it. He had seen you—spread out, stuffed full, moaning his name like a desperate, filthy thing. And now, tonight, you had to face him again.
Your stomach flipped violently as you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, gripping the sink, forcing yourself to take slow, measured breaths.
You had to get it together. You had to act like you weren’t already falling apart before you even stepped into his dorm.
But the problem was—you were. You so were.
The moment you let your mind wander, it all came rushing back. Jake’s voice, low and taunting. His gaze, dark and knowing. The way his fingers had hovered so close to your skin, how he had whispered filth into your ear like he already owned you.
And now, tonight, he would.
Your breath shuddered. Your thighs clenched.
You couldn’t go to him like this, already weak and needy. You needed to take the edge off, just enough to think clearly, just enough to face him without completely unraveling the second he looked at you.
Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts before you could think twice.
You sighed, the relief instant as your fingers slid through the ridiculous mess between your legs. You were soaked, soaked, had been all day. It was humiliating, how little it took. The heat, the tension, the memory of him catching you—it had left you dripping, thighs sticky and aching since the moment he walked away from you in that hallway.
But tonight, you needed more than your fingers.
Your eyes flicked to the cool bathroom sink, and your breath hitched.
You turned around, hands bracing against the counter, angling yourself just right before slipping your fingers behind you, dragging them through your folds from the back, teasing your entrance in a way that made your legs tremble.
A gasp ripped from your throat as you pressed two fingers inside, stretching yourself open while your hips rocked forward, grinding your clit against the cold, smooth porcelain. The sensation was overwhelming—the deep, slow stretch inside you paired with the delicious friction against your swollen, aching clit.
“F-Fuck,” you whimpered, forehead pressing against the mirror as you humped the sink, fingering yourself deeper, imagining it was Jake standing behind you, one big hand on your hip, the other sliding down between your legs to keep you in place while he filled you up.
Your breath came ragged, hips stuttering, thighs quivering as you rode the edge, grinding your clit down harder, fucking your fingers deeper, thinking about how Jake would hold you still, how he’d groan against your ear, whispering, “You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
Your stomach tightened, the orgasm coiling, building, about to—
And then your phone buzzed.
You froze.
Your heart stopped. Your stomach plummeted. Your fingers stilled immediately, guilt crashing over you in suffocating waves.
You scrambled for your phone, unlocking it with shaking hands.
Jake: Don’t. Touch. Yourself.
Your blood ran cold.
You swallowed, staring at the text, heart pounding as another one came through.
Jake: You’ll do that when you’re here.
Your breath left you in a shaky exhale, thighs clenching involuntarily at the absolute authority in his words. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, could only sit there, fingers still buried inside yourself, aching, trembling, waiting.
Then—
Jake: And when you get here? You’re going to show me just how much you need it.
Your entire body shuddered.
Your clit pulsed beneath your untouched folds, but you didn’t dare move. Not now. Not when you were seconds away from finishing, and Jake had just ripped that privilege away from you.
Another text buzzed onto the screen.
Jake: If you’re even a second late, I’ll make you wait even longer.
You swallowed a whimper. You had to go. Now.
Your legs felt like they barely worked as you stumbled up from the sink, heart hammering, stomach twisting into knots of frustration, anticipation, arousal so thick you could choke on it.
You had no idea how you were going to survive this night.
-
You hesitated outside Jake’s door, hands clammy, thighs pressed together so tightly it almost hurt.
Your body wasn’t over it.
Not even close.
The bathroom incident had left you on the brink, your body still buzzing, still needy, still aching for something you weren’t allowed to have until you stepped inside. You could still feel it—the cool sink against your clit, the way your own fingers had stretched you open from behind, the way Jake’s texts had snapped you back to reality at the worst possible moment.
And now you were here.
You wiped your palms on your thighs, forced yourself to breathe, forced yourself to knock even though every part of you screamed run.
The door opened almost immediately.
Jake stood there, leaning against the frame, one hand braced above his head, the other resting casually in the pocket of his sweatpants. His eyes raked over you, scanning your body like he already knew what kind of state you were in.
Like he could smell it on you.
You swallowed hard, barely holding back a whimper.
“Come in.”
His voice was smooth, deep, dripping with something dangerous. He stepped aside, leaving just enough space for you to squeeze past him. The second you moved, his hand brushed against your lower back—a simple touch, barely even there, but it felt like a brand.
Your breath hitched.
The door clicked shut behind you.
You were alone with him now.
The air felt thick, suffocating, charged. You could hear your own pulse pounding in your ears, the faint sound of your breath coming in quick, uneven puffs. Your nerves were a mess, anticipation tangling with embarrassment because—
You knew why you were here.
And so did Jake.
You took a shaky step forward, barely processing the way Jake moved behind you. Slow. Calculated.
“So,” he murmured, the heat of his breath suddenly right at your ear. “Are you gonna tell me how close you were?”
Your entire body seized up.
He wasn’t touching you—not yet—but his presence alone was suffocating, pressing against you like a heavy weight.
You licked your lips, swallowed hard. “W-what?”
Jake chuckled.
“Don’t play dumb, baby.” His fingers ghosted over your hip, just enough to make you tremble. “I told you not to touch yourself. And yet…”
You sucked in a breath as his other hand trailed up, dragging two fingers over your exposed throat, pressing just lightly enough that your head tipped back on instinct.
“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
Your thighs clenched.
His touch was barely there but it was too much. Too much, because you were already soaked, already aching, already at the point where you’d do anything—
But he wasn’t giving it to you.
Not yet.
Instead, he pressed his fingers just a little more firmly against your throat, tilting your head back so you had no choice but to look at him. His dark eyes held yours, and the corner of his mouth curled.
“Be honest with me.”
You swallowed hard, heat pooling between your thighs.
Jake’s fingers brushed down your throat, slow, teasing, until they rested just beneath your collarbone. His thumb dragged lower, just barely dipping beneath the neckline of your shirt.
You could barely breathe.
You shouldn’t have been this turned on just from a few words. Just from the way his thumb traced your skin, from the way he was looking at you like he already owned you.
But then he leaned in, so fucking close, lips just barely brushing against your ear as he whispered—
“How close were you when I told you to stop?”
A whimper escaped you before you could stop it.
Jake groaned, low and satisfied. His fingers tightened, just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to make your body scream for more.
“I bet you were close.” His breath was hot, his tone mocking. “I bet you were right there, fingers dripping, about to make a mess of yourself.”
You bit your lip hard enough to sting, trying to stop the truth from slipping out.
Because if he knew the full truth—if he knew what you’d actually been doing—
Grinding against the bathroom sink, rubbing your clit against the cool porcelain like some desperate, shameless thing—
You’d die on the spot.
Jake must have sensed it. Felt it. Because his fingers curled against your chin, tilting your face up. His eyes searched yours, his smirk deepening, his voice dropping even lower.
“What else?”
Your pulse skipped. “W-what?”
His lips nearly brushed yours. “You were doing more than just touching yourself, weren’t you?”
You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Your silence was a dead giveaway.
Jake chuckled, dark and knowing. His grip on your chin tightened. “Tell me.”
Your stomach dropped.
“I—I…” The words got stuck in your throat.
His smirk widened. “You’re gonna say it out loud, baby. Or I’ll make you.”
Your breath shook, your entire body on the verge of collapse. You wanted to fight it, wanted to pretend you still had some dignity left, but Jake’s gaze was relentless.
And he wouldn’t let you go until you gave him what he wanted.
A deep, humiliating heat spread over your body as you finally whispered, “I—I was…grinding against the sink.”
Jake inhaled sharply, his entire body going still.
His grip on your chin tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might snap. He didn’t move, didn’t speak—just processed what you’d just admitted.
Then, slowly, so deliberately that it made your stomach flip, he let out a low, dark chuckle.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his free hand flexing at his side. “That’s what you were doing?”
You nodded weakly, shame pooling in your stomach.
Jake exhaled through his nose, his jaw clenching, and suddenly, his hand slid from your chin to your throat, holding you there—not squeezing, just keeping you still.
“You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.
Jake smirked, something dangerous flashing in his gaze, something calculated.
“You’re gonna show me,” he murmured. “Later.”
Your breath hitched.
“And I’m gonna take a video.”
Your knees nearly gave out.
Jake sat back on his bed, legs spread wide, leaning against the headboard with an ease that only made the situation worse—or better, depending on how you looked at it. His hoodie was gone, discarded somewhere in the room, leaving nothing but smooth, bare skin, the sharp lines of his collarbones, the toned muscles of his chest, and the faintest trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweatpants.
But what really ruined you was the bulge straining against the soft fabric of his grey sweats.
It was… big. Heavy. Obscene. The kind of size that made your stomach clench with something dangerously close to desperation. He wasn’t even touching himself, wasn’t even adjusting—just sitting there, watching you like he had all the time in the world.
And then he did something that made your breath stutter.
He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his phone, unlocking it with a single flick before tilting his head at you, smirk lazy, expectant.
“I’m filming this,” he murmured, voice dripping with authority. “Start stripping.”
Your stomach flipped.
Your body burned.
You should have hesitated—should have felt embarrassed, should have tried to argue—but the only thing you felt was a deep, thrilling pulse between your legs.
You didn’t even question it.
Your hands moved before your brain caught up, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt, peeling it up slowly, dragging it over your stomach, higher, teasing yourself as much as you were teasing him. The air felt thick, charged, electric as you bared more skin, the camera recording every second.
Jake hummed approvingly. “Good girl. Keep going.”
The shirt hit the floor. You reached for your shorts next, hooking your thumbs into the waistband, dragging them down inch by inch, knowing exactly how much of a show you were giving him.
By the time you stood before him, stripped down to nothing but your soaked panties, Jake’s smirk had sharpened into something dangerous.
“Lose those too,” he ordered, tilting the phone slightly to capture your every movement.
Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop.
You slid your hands down, curling your fingers beneath the waistband, peeling them down agonizingly slow, letting the fabric drag over your thighs before stepping out of them completely.
Now you were bare.
Jake exhaled through his nose, pleased. His free hand dragged over his own thigh, fingers flexing, his grip tightening the moment you stepped forward, fully exposed, completely his.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Let me see what you do when you think about me.”
You obeyed instantly, trailing your fingers over your stomach, your thighs, your hips—everywhere but where you needed it most. Your breath came in slow, teasing gasps as you let your fingers finally slip lower, grazing your clit, a sharp whimper escaping as you made contact with the aching heat between your legs.
Jake groaned, the sound low, filthy.
“Louder.”
You whimpered, fingers pressing deeper, moving slower, dragging the pleasure out just to tease him, just to see how long he’d let you keep control.
“Louder,” he said again, voice darker this time. “I want to hear every filthy little sound you make.”
Something inside you snapped.
You moaned. Loudly.
Then again. And again.
It was like you couldn’t stop. The moment the first shameless, desperate noise slipped past your lips, your mouth wouldn’t close, your voice wouldn’t stop spilling every thought you had.
“Jake—fuck—I think about you all the time—”
Your fingers slid deeper, your hips rocking into the pressure.
“I think about your hands, how big they are, how rough they’d feel on me—”
Jake let out a low, ragged groan, his fingers twitching against the bed.
“I think about your mouth, how you’d ruin me with it, how you’d hold me still and make me take it—”
Your breath hitched as you spread your legs wider, rubbing yourself faster, your mind a mess of filth.
“I think about your cock,” you gasped, your fingers slick, sliding in and out shamelessly. “How big it is, how you’d stretch me open, how you’d fill me so fucking deep—”
Jake exhaled sharply, his jaw locked, his knuckles turning white against his thigh.
Then, in an instant, he moved.
You barely had time to react before his hand wrapped around your throat, gripping firm, dominant, unrelenting as he dragged you forward. Your breath caught, a choked gasp escaping as he pulled you right into his lap, forcing you to straddle him, the heat of his body pressing against you.
His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel it.
“Stop pretending,” he growled, his breath hot against your lips, his other hand pushing between your thighs, feeling how soaked you were. “You want to act like a shy little thing? Like you’re so innocent?”
His fingers dragged through your slick, making you tremble, making you whimper as your hands gripped his shoulders for support.
“Enough of that.” His thumb pressed against your throat, tilting your head back, his gaze dark, dangerous. “Start acting like the filthy little slut you actually are.”
Something in you broke open.
You whimpered, thighs clenching, your fingers digging into his skin as your hips rolled forward, grinding against his sweatpants, against the huge, heavy bulge pressing against you.
Jake groaned, his grip on your throat flexing, his lips twitching into something darkly amused as you completely fell apart for him.
“There she is,” he murmured. “That’s what I wanted.”
Your mouth ran wild, the words spilling before you could stop them—
“I want you to ruin me, Jake—”
You rocked against him, panting, desperate, his hand tight in your hair now, keeping you in place, making you take it.
“Want you to spread me open—make me take every inch of you—”
Jake groaned, low and wrecked, his hands gripping your hips, holding you against him as you rubbed yourself raw against his cock, soaking his sweatpants with how desperate you were.
You did exactly that.
You pulled your fingers out, spreading your slick between them, before shifting positions—
Turning around.
Bending over.
Spreading yourself open for him.
A sharp, gritted curse came from behind you.
Jake’s fingers flexed against his thigh, his entire body going rigid as he took in the sight before him—your ass up, your fingers teasing at your entrance, the shameless, dripping mess you were making of yourself.
He let out a slow, heavy breath, one that sounded so ragged, so fucking strained, that you almost moaned just from hearing it.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, voice low, wrecked.
And that was the moment you knew.
Jake was going to destroy you.
Jake let the silence stretch, let the weight of his gaze sink into you, let you feel just how much he was holding back—barely.
You were still bent over in front of him, still spreading yourself wide, still waiting, dripping, panting, desperate, while he sat back and took his time.
His voice, low, rough, taunting:
“You think this is how I’d fuck you?”
Your stomach plummeted.
Jake exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over his jaw before shaking his head, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment.
“That’s cute, baby,” he murmured, shifting forward until you could feel his heat against you, his presence looming over your back, his breath hitting your spine.
But then—
He grabbed your hips, both hands firm, controlling, and yanked you back against him. Your breath hitched, a choked gasp slipping from your lips at the sudden contact—your bare, slick heat pressing against the thick, hard outline of his cock.
Jake groaned, low, deep, wrecked, his fingers tightening, his chest heaving as he held you there, perfectly still, completely at his mercy.
“First mistake,” he muttered, voice rough against your ear. “You wouldn’t be in charge of how fast or slow I fuck you. That’s my job.”
A shudder ran through you, your hands clenching against the sheets as Jake’s grip ground you against him, making you feel every inch of his cock through his sweatpants.
“Second mistake?” he continued, dragging his fingers over the curve of your ass, featherlight, teasing. “You think I’d let you touch yourself first?”
Your breath caught as his hand moved lower, closer, his touch just barely skimming over your soaked entrance, not enough, not even close, just a tease.
His fingers—elegant, veined, strong—dragged through your slick, gathering it, smearing it over you, spreading you open, making you tremble.
“I’d have you like this first,” Jake murmured, voice silk and gravel, his breath hitting the nape of your neck as his fingers teased, circled, prodded, but never gave you what you needed. “Dripping. Begging.”
His fingers brushed over your tight, untouched entrance, slicking it up with your own mess, and you whimpered, hips jolting forward on instinct, trying to escape the sensation—
But Jake just chuckled.
“Oh?” His tone was mocking, amused. “That got your attention?”
Your whole body seized, heat flaming through your spine, burning at your core, because—
He was still teasing your ass.
Just barely, just the pad of his fingertip, smearing your slick in slow, lazy circles, pressing, nudging, teasing, but not pushing inside.
And he wasn’t letting you run from it.
His free hand pressed into your lower back, keeping you right where he wanted you, keeping you spread, exposed, open.
“You think about this too?” he murmured, voice dark, edged with pure sin. “You think about my fingers stretching you out?”
Your throat closed, your body burning, your breath hitching in a desperate, humiliated whimper, because—
Yes.
Yes, you did.
Jake chuckled, pleased, tilting his head as if piecing it all together.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, his fingertip pressing just a little more insistently, not pushing in yet, just teasing, just threatening to. “You should’ve seen yourself.”
Your pulse pounded.
“I bet you don’t even know how messy you looked,” he continued, mocking, condescending. “Whimpering, drooling all over your pillow, fucking yourself open for me.”
Your entire body jerked, because you knew exactly what video he was talking about.
Jake just laughed under his breath, slow, deliberate, dragging it out.
“I don’t even think you knew what you were saying, baby,” he murmured, voice almost affectionate, like he was reminiscing. “Kept whining about how you wished it was my cock stretching you open, stuffing you full.”
A wrecked, desperate moan tore from your throat before you could stop it.
Jake groaned, low, pleased.
“There it is,” he murmured. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
His finger pressed harder, circling, coaxing, never giving you enough—just teasing, just pushing your body past what it thought it could take.
His other hand moved.
His fingers found your clit, pinching, rolling, flicking over the swollen bud with zero mercy.
You gasped, your legs nearly giving out, your moan high, broken, utterly wrecked.
Jake groaned at the sound, his own restraint hanging by a thread, but he wasn’t done yet.
“Stick your tongue out,” he ordered, voice deep, commanding.
You barely had time to process the words before your mouth obeyed, tongue slipping out, slick and needy, desperate for whatever he’d give you.
Jake exhaled through his nose, satisfied.
He shoved his fingers inside your mouth.
You whined, head tilting back as he pressed deeper, letting you taste the salt of his skin, letting you soak them, letting you understand exactly what he was about to do.
“Suck,” he murmured, and you did, your lips wrapping around his fingers, your tongue laving over them, your moans vibrating through your chest.
Jake cursed under his breath, his cock twitching hard beneath his sweatpants, his control hanging on by a fucking thread.
He pulled his fingers out, slick, wet, dripping with your spit.
And then he shoved that same finger inside you.
Your whole body jerked, your breath stuttering, your mind blanking completely as the wet stretch burned, as your body took him, clenched around him, pulled him deeper.
Jake groaned, his free hand slamming onto your lower back, keeping you still, forcing you to take it.
“God,” he muttered, voice strained. “Look at you.”
His finger slid deeper, fucking into you, spreading you open, filling you slowly, deliberately, ruining you.
“You were made for this, weren’t you?” he murmured. “Made to be filled.”
Your moans shattered, your legs trembling, your hands gripping the sheets, your whole body unraveling under him.
Jake just smirked, watching you come apart.
“That’s okay, baby,” he murmured, his lips curling against your ear. “I’m gonna make sure you take it better than that next time.”
Your stomach dropped.
Next time.
Jake just smirked.
“Oh,” he murmured, voice lethal. “And don’t forget—I’m filming the next one.”
Jake had had enough.
Enough of teasing, enough of waiting, enough of holding back while you squirmed, while you whimpered, while you dripped all over yourself without him even needing to try.
Now he was going to ruin you.
His fingers slid out of you slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every inch of the slick drag, letting your body clench around nothing, aching, desperate for more.
You whined, shifting, pushing back instinctively, chasing friction, but Jake’s hands were already on you, pushing you down, flipping you onto your back in one smooth motion.
Before you could even catch your breath, he was on you.
His grip locked onto your thighs, spreading you wide, forcing your legs apart so you had no choice but to bare yourself to him completely.
Your pulse roared in your ears.
Jake exhaled slowly, his eyes dark, hungry, his gaze locked onto the messy, dripping heat between your legs.
“Fuck,” he muttered, almost to himself, his fingers flexing against your thighs, holding you open like you belonged to him.
Your stomach flipped. Your breath hitched. Your body throbbed.
“Be a good girl and show me how bad you want it.”
Your brain blanked.
You knew what he meant. Knew he was testing you. Knew he wanted to see if you were still pretending, still holding back, still playing shy when you were already dripping for him.
He would stop.
He would kick you out.
His voice was low, slow, unforgiving when he spoke again. “If you don’t act like the whore I know you are, I’m gonna stop. And I’m gonna make you leave.”
Your breath shattered.
The weight of his words hit you like a slap to the face.
No more hesitation. No more nerves. No more pretending.
Your whole body flushed hot, heat spreading from your cheeks down to your core as you swallowed your pride, swallowed your shame, and did exactly what he asked.
You let your thighs fall even wider, your hands sliding down your stomach, past your hips, until your fingers spread yourself open for him, letting him see everything.
Jake’s breath left him in a ragged curse.
“That’s it,” he muttered, almost to himself. “There she is.”
His mouth latched onto you immediately, tongue dragging through your folds, hot and wet and messy, licking up every bit of slick that had spilled from you since he started his torment.
You screamed.
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, pulling, gripping, holding on for dear life as Jake ate you alive.
He groaned against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core, making your hips buck, making you writhe beneath him.
But Jake was ready for it.
His arms hooked under your thighs, locking them over his shoulders, his hands gripping your hips tight, pinning you down as he worked you over with his tongue, messy and relentless, like he was trying to drown in you.
“Oh my fucking—Jake—”
You gasped, sobbed, choked on your own moans, because he wasn’t just licking you,
He was devouring you.
Sucking, flicking, rolling his tongue over your clit, dipping lower to fuck you with it, groaning into you every time your walls fluttered around the slick muscle.
Your body twitched, overwhelmed, shaking under the pressure of his grip, the raw, unrelenting pace of his tongue.
He was merciless.
No teasing. No holding back.
Just Jake, consuming you, controlling you, wrecking you.
Your thighs tensed, your stomach tightened, your breath coming in short, sharp, desperate gasps, and Jake fucking felt it.
He knew you were close.
So he got mean.
He pulled away just enough to whisper against your swollen, drenched folds—
“Make a mess of my face, baby.”
Your stomach dropped.
He sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it hard.
Everything snapped.
Your whole body bowed, your mouth falling open in a silent scream, your vision blurring, blanking, as pleasure slammed into you, violent and unforgiving.
You came hard, your body convulsing, your legs trying to snap shut around his head, but Jake just held you there, kept you wide open, kept his tongue right where you needed it, licking you through it, dragging it out until you were a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him.
When it finally became too much, when your whimpers turned into soft, wrecked sobs, Jake eased up, pressing slow, teasing kisses against your oversensitive clit before finally pulling away.
Your chest heaved, your skin flushed, your whole body buzzing, as you blinked up at the ceiling, completely wrecked, ruined, destroyed.
Jake sat back, grinning, his lips and chin shiny, slick, messy with you.
His voice was smug, satisfied, when he finally spoke.
“That’s my girl.”
You were still panting, still trembling, your body wrecked from the brutal pace of his tongue. But Jake wasn’t done with you yet.
Not even close.
Before you could recover, before you could even think, his hands were on you again, flipping you onto your stomach with zero effort, pressing his weight down against you, his body hot, heavy, overwhelming.
You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt it,
The thick, hot length of his cock pressing between your thighs, dragging through your slick, coating himself in the mess he’d made of you.
Your whole body shuddered.
“Gonna fuck you now,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, voice dark, dangerous. “You ready for me, baby?”
You barely managed to nod, your hips tilting up, your back arching, offering yourself up to him in the filthiest display of submission.
Jake groaned, his breath shuddering against your shoulder.
“Yeah, you are,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You’ve been ready for me since day one.”
Your breath hitched when he pulled back, when you felt him shift, when you felt him line himself up,
You felt it.
The thick, heavy weight of his cock sliding between your folds, dragging over your clit, teasing your entrance, spreading you open inch by inch, but not pushing in yet.
You whimpered, a wrecked, frustrated sound, trying to push back, trying to take him, but Jake’s hands were on your hips immediately, holding you still.
“Not yet,” he murmured, voice taunting, smug. “You feel that?”
Your whole body tightened as he dragged himself over your entrance again, so close but still not giving it to you.
“Feel how big I am?”
You nodded furiously, eyes blown wide, unfocused, needy, trying to breathe through the overwhelming feeling of his cock stretching you open already before he was even inside.
Jake chuckled, one hand leaving your hip, gripping the thick base of himself, dragging the fat, swollen head against your entrance over and over, smearing your slick across his length.
“Bet you thought about it, huh?” he murmured, his free hand sliding up your back, pressing between your shoulder blades, forcing you further into the mattress. “Bet you imagined how deep I’d be.”
A wrecked, whiny little moan tumbled from your lips.
Yeah. You had.
And now you could feel it.
Jake was thick. Heavy. Long enough that you knew he was going to ruin you completely.
The head of his cock was flushed a deep, angry red, already slick with precum and the mess you’d made of yourself. A thick vein ran down the underside, pulsing against your entrance as he dragged himself over your folds again and again, teasing, taunting, letting you feel every single inch of what was about to wreck you.
Your thighs shook, your hands fisting the sheets, your whole body fighting to stay still.
Jake smirked.
“Want it that bad?”
You nodded frantically, whimpering, pressing back against him, desperate to be filled.
Jake groaned, low, dark, lethal.
He spat directly onto your asshole.
Your whole body jerked violently, your breath choking out of you, a sharp, desperate gasp breaking from your throat at the filthy, messy sound of it.
Jake chuckled darkly, rubbing the wetness into you with his thumb, spreading it over your tight entrance, teasing, circling, smearing it with your own slick.
“Thought about this too, huh?” he murmured, pressing just the tip of his thumb against it, making your thighs tremble, making your stomach flip, making you whine.
But he didn’t push in.
No—he dragged his spit-slicked thumb down, tracing it between your folds, pressing it against your clit in a slow, taunting rub just as he finally—
Pushed inside.
Your mouth fell open in a wrecked, silent scream, your entire body going taut, because Jake didn’t ease in.
He split you open.
A long, low groan rumbled in his chest, his fingers tightening on your hips, his breath shaking as he forced you to take every inch.
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his voice strained, wrecked, strained as he buried himself to the hilt. “So fucking tight.”
Your fingernails dug into the sheets, your legs shaking, your breath completely gone, because the stretch was unbearable, overwhelming, perfect.
Jake didn’t move right away.
He let you feel it.
Feel how deep he was, how full he made you, how there was no more space inside you for anything else but him.
He pulled back,
And slammed back in.
Your whole body jolted forward, a sharp, shocked moan spilling from your lips as Jake set a brutal, punishing pace immediately.
“You’re gonna take it like a good little slut, yeah?” he growled, his voice low, rough, filthy. “Gonna take it just like you do in those videos?”
You sobbed, whimpered, nodded frantically, barely able to form words, barely able to breathe.
Jake groaned, watching you fall apart, watching you drool all over his cock, watching your mouth fall open in perfect, wordless pleasure.
He leaned down, teeth grazing your ear, his pace never faltering, pounding into you so deep you saw stars.
“Push back on it,” he ordered.
You barely even registered the command—just obeyed immediately, rocking back against him, meeting every thrust, taking him like you were made for it.
Jake growled, his grip tightening, watching the way his cock slid in and out of you, watching the way you took every inch, watching the way you spread yourself open for him completely.
“Good girl,” he gritted out, sweat dripping from his temples, his breath ragged. “That’s it, baby. Show me what a good little whore you are.”
His fingers slid back down, toying with your clit, rubbing it in tight, filthy circles, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, meaner.
Your vision blurred.
Your body shook violently.
“Jake—fuck—I can’t—”
He chuckled darkly, leaning over you again, his lips brushing your ear as he ruined you completely.
“Yes, you can.”
“Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”
Your whole world shattered.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat and everything filthy you’d just done.
Your body was still shaking, your limbs still boneless, every nerve still buzzing from the way Jake had just completely, utterly wrecked you.
His hands were on you again.
Gentle.
You barely registered the shift at first—too dazed, too exhausted, too blissed out to notice the way Jake’s grip had softened, the way his rough, dominant touch had turned into something careful, careful, careful.
You blinked, still coming down, still floating, as Jake slowly eased himself out of you, hushing you immediately when you whimpered at the loss.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, his voice softer now, a stark contrast to the filthy, merciless way he’d been talking to you minutes ago.
Your brows furrowed in confusion.
Because Jake sounded different.
You barely had time to process it before he moved, scooping you up effortlessly, pulling you into his lap like you were the most precious fucking thing in the world.
Your stomach flipped.
“Jake—”
“Shh.”
His lips brushed your forehead.
Your heart skipped. Your breath caught.
Because Jake had kissed you.
For the first time. But not on your lips.
Not yet.
His hands rubbed slow, soothing circles over your back, his voice a quiet murmur against your skin. “Are you okay?”
You blinked at him, completely thrown. Because what the fuck?
Where was the cocky, filthy-mouthed Jake who had just spent the past hour ruining your entire existence?
Where was the smug, insufferable bastard who had made you beg for it, who had spat on your ass, who had laughed while you drooled all over his cock?
Because the guy holding you now? Was someone else entirely. His hands were warm, steady, grounding. His gaze was soft, searching, real.
Your lips parted, still stunned, but before you could say anything, Jake let out a quiet, almost nervous chuckle.
“Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face before looking back at you. “I should’ve kissed you first.”
Your breath hitched.
Jake exhaled, shaking his head. “Before all of that.” His fingers traced light, delicate patterns up and down your spine. “Didn’t want the first time I kissed you to be during sex.”
Something in your chest ached. You didn’t know what to say.
Because this wasn’t what you expected.
Jake had spent weeks taunting you, teasing you, pushing you past your limits— Now he was holding you like he never wanted to let go. You swallowed, watching him carefully, studying him, trying to understand.
“Why?” you whispered.
Jake’s lips curled into a small, almost sheepish smirk.
His fingers found your chin, tilting your face up to his.
“Because I wanted it to mean something.”
Your entire body stilled. Your pulse roared in your ears.
Jake held your gaze, serious now, voice soft but firm.
“I don’t share,” he murmured.
Your stomach plummeted.
Your lips parted, but no sound came out. Jake tilted his head, his fingers sliding up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, so gentle, so intimate, so fucking real.
“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” he continued, his voice low, steady, certain. “I don’t want you fucking anyone else.”
Your breath shuddered. Jake’s eyes flickered down to your lips, slowly He finally kissed you.
Slow. Deep. Consuming.
And just like that, you knew you were done for.
-
Jake’s words from that first night still haunted you.
“You’re gonna show me later.”
You were.
The bathroom lights were dim, the mirror already fogging up from the heat of the room, but none of that mattered. Not when Jake was standing behind you, one hand gripping your hip, the other holding his phone, recording every filthy, desperate second.
Your palms were pressed against the edge of the sink, your body bent forward, the cold porcelain digging into your clit as you grinded against it, mimicking exactly what he had caught you doing before.
Only this time, Jake was fucking you through it.
His cock dragged in and out of you, slow at first, deep and deliberate, splitting you open, making you feel every thick, devastating inch as you rocked your hips forward, rubbing yourself against the sink just like you had before he ever touched you.
Now, Jake was watching.
Now, Jake was inside you.
His breath was hot against your neck, his free hand trailing up your spine, fingers pressing between your shoulder blades, pushing you further down against the sink, making you spread your legs wider, making you take more of him, making you completely his.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice wrecked, low, approving, his free hand digging into your hip, holding you exactly where he wanted you. “Just like that. Just like you did for me before I ever fucking touched you.”
Your moans were high, gasping, desperate, bouncing off the tile walls, growing louder and louder as Jake’s thrusts grew faster, sharper, filthier.
“Look at yourself,” he growled, angling the phone so you could see the reflection—see the way your face was contorted with pleasure, see the way your tits bounced with every thrust, see the way his cock disappeared inside you, stretching you wide, filling you completely.
You locked eyes with him through the mirror, and something snapped.
A slow, wicked smirk curled on your lips, and suddenly, the whimpering mess you had been was gone.
You arched your back further, pushing your ass back against him, grinding onto his cock, fucking yourself onto him even harder, your mouth spilling filth without hesitation.
“You see that, baby?” Your voice was thick with sin, sultry and commanding. “See how good your cock looks inside me? Stretching me open like I was fucking made for it?”
Jake groaned, dark and wrecked, his grip tightening on your hips.
“Oh, you like that?” you cooed, deliberately clenching around him, making him hiss through his teeth. “Like watching me fuck myself on you?”
He gritted his teeth. “Jesus Christ.”
“Thought about this for so long,” you purred, rolling your hips. “Thought about you taking me like this—filming me—showing me what a good little slut I am for you.”
Jake cursed under his breath, his thrusts growing harder, faster, deeper, his control shattering as he pounded into you, forcing you against the sink, making you feel every fucking inch.
“You wanna keep talking, baby?” he gritted out, his hand snaking up to grip your throat, making you hold his gaze in the mirror. “Or do you wanna fucking come?”
Your moan broke, your whole body trembling, your legs shaking violently.
“I—I want both,” you gasped, a shameless, breathless mess. “Wanna come all over your cock while you fucking record it. Wanna make the dirtiest fucking video for you—so you can watch me fall apart over and over—”
Jake groaned, his restraint snapping completely.
His hand slid between your thighs, rubbing you mercilessly, his cock slamming into you faster, harder, filthier, and before you could even process it—
You were screaming, your orgasm ripping through you violently, your whole body convulsing, shaking, breaking apart.
Jake got every second on video.
-
Jake liked to smoke weed after long days.
He liked to do it while wrecking you.
The air was thick with smoke, the room hot, hazy, suffocating in the most intoxicating way. You were sprawled out on his bed, your thighs spread wide, your wrists pinned beside your head as Jake’s tongue dragged lazy, filthy circles over your clit, lapping at you with zero urgency, completely unbothered by how fucking desperate you were getting.
In his free hand? A joint.
Burning slow. The smoke curling through the air, weaving between your tangled bodies, seeping into your skin, into your mind, into your bones.
Every nerve in your body was on fire. Every slow, teasing flick of his tongue felt magnified, every inhale he took deepening the fog that was swallowing you whole.
You moaned, squirming, your fingers digging into the sheets as your hips lifted, chasing his mouth, trying to get more, but Jake just chuckled darkly, pinning you down, refusing to let you take control.
He lifted his head slightly, blowing a long, slow stream of thick, warm smoke over your drenched, swollen clit.
Your body jerked violently, a sharp cry breaking from your throat, the sensation too much, too overwhelming, too fucking filthy.
“Fuck—Jake—”
He groaned, lazy, satisfied, licking his lips before dragging his tongue through your folds again, so slow, so teasing, so fucking unbearable.
“Sensitive, baby?” His voice was thick, taunting, dripping with amusement. He took another deep inhale from the joint, holding the smoke in his lungs, letting his fingers slide through your wetness, teasing, circling, rubbing—but never giving you enough.
He exhaled another thick, slow drag of smoke, letting it roll over your heat, watching as the wisps curled around your trembling thighs, your stomach, your completely wrecked, ruined body.
A wrecked, filthy moan spilled from your lips.
Jake smirked against your inner thigh, watching you twitch, tremble, shake, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly, watching the way your fingers clawed at the sheets, desperate for more.
“You like that, baby?” he murmured, his fingers sliding deeper, pressing inside you so fucking slow, dragging against your walls, curling just right.
You whimpered, back arching off the mattress. “Yes—fuck, yes—”
Jake hummed approvingly, the sound low and sinful, his lips dragging over your inner thigh, nipping at the soft flesh, teasing, taunting.
He did something unholy.
He brought the joint down,
And pressed the burning tip directly to your clit.
It didn’t hurt—it was barely a graze, the heat of the ember just close enough to send a violent shockwave of pleasure-pain through your entire fucking body.
You screamed, your legs snapping closed around his head, but Jake just growled, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide again, forcing you open for him.
“Ah, ah,” he tutted, bringing the joint back to his lips for another slow, deep pull. “Keep those legs open, baby.”
Your chest heaved, your mind spinning, every part of you hypersensitive, overstimulated, teetering on the fucking edge.
Jake watched you, eyes blown, hungry, dark, as he reached between your thighs again, his fingers finding your swollen, overstimulated clit, rubbing messy, lazy circles, smearing your slick, keeping you right there, right on the brink.
He exhaled another cloud of smoke, letting it roll directly over your heat.
Your moan broke, a sharp, wrecked sob, your body tensing, shaking, fighting the unbearable pressure building inside you.
“Oh, baby,” Jake mocked, his voice thick with sin, his fingers never stopping, never slowing. “You’re gonna fucking come just from this, aren’t you?”
You nodded frantically, whimpering, writhing, your whole body fighting to hold itself together.
Jake’s lips twitched, his cock straining against his sweats, his own control slipping as he dragged the joint over your soaked folds, rubbing the tip against your clit, watching you jerk, watching your legs tremble, watching you fall apart for him.
You said it.
Your voice was high, wrecked, desperate.
“Please, Daddy.”
Jake froze.
He let out a deep, low groan, something dark flashing in his eyes. His grip on your thighs tightened, his body tensed, his restraint snapping completely.
His voice was rough, strained, wrecked beyond recognition.
“Say that shit again.”
You whimpered, grinding against nothing, teetering right on the edge of something violent.
“Please, Daddy,” you repeated, voice syrupy sweet, dripping with sin. “My pussy wants a hit too it needs it. Need you to make me come so fucking hard I forget my own name—”
Jake growled, his entire body shuddering, his control obliterated.
He took another slow inhale,
He pressed the joint back to your clit, the heat searing, shocking, sending a violent shudder through your entire body.
Your legs spasmed, your stomach tensed, and suddenly you were gushing, soaking his face, his chest, the sheets beneath you, every single muscle in your body seizing as you squirted all over him.
Jake groaned loudly, his hand gripping your thigh bruisingly tight, his tongue lapping up the mess you made, drinking you down, humming against your dripping folds like he’d just found his new favorite way to get high.
Jake took the joint, still damp from where he’d pressed it against your soaked heat, brought it back to his lips, and took one final, slow hit.
His exhale was slow, deep, pure sin as he looked down at you, wrecked, spent, twitching beneath him.
He leaned in, grabbed your jaw, and kissed you.
Filthy. Deep. Destroying.
Smoke still lingered on his tongue, on his breath, invading your lungs, intoxicating you more than any drug ever could.
His teeth tugged at your lower lip, his hand gripping the back of your neck, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
And as he pulled away, leaving you breathless, ruined, completely fucking gone, he grinned against your lips, voice nothing but a low, wrecked murmur.
“Bet you taste even better than the high, baby.”
-
The bathroom was already steaming, condensation rolling down the glass shower door, the air thick with humidity—and the sounds of Jake fucking you senseless.
Your body was pressed against the glass, the cool surface a stark contrast to your feverish, flushed skin, your nipples dragging against it with every brutal thrust, leaving streaks of your desperation across the fogged-up surface.
Jake’s hands were everywhere—one gripping your hip tight enough to bruise, the other wrapped around your throat, holding you in place, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
Fucking lethal.
“You wanted this, huh?” he growled, his breath hot against your ear, his cock slamming into you from behind, deep, ruthless, unforgiving. “Wanted Daddy to take you like this?”
You whimpered, your forehead pressing into the glass, your nails scraping uselessly against it, because you had no control over anything anymore.
Jake wasn’t just fucking you. He was owning you.
His hand on your throat tightened, forcing you to lift your head, making you stare at your own fucked-out reflection in the glass.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his tone condescending, filthy, dripping with amusement. “You see yourself, baby?”
Your mouth hung open, your lips puffy, swollen, wrecked, your body shaking with every deep thrust, your nipples dragging against the slick surface of the glass, leaving desperate little streaks with every movement.
Jake chuckled darkly. “So fucking dumb for me, huh?”
You tried to speak—tried to say something, anything—but all that came out was a wrecked, helpless little sob.
Jake groaned, his free hand sliding down, gripping your jaw, forcing your head back, forcing you to keep looking.
“You wanted to fuck me in the shower?” he mocked, his hips snapping forward, burying himself so deep you saw fucking stars. “Now you can barely even stand.”
Your whole body convulsed, your walls clenching tightly around him, and Jake felt it.
Felt how fucking wrecked you were.
Felt how close you were.
And he wasn’t having it.
Not yet.
His thrusts suddenly slowed, the brutal, relentless pace shifting into deep, slow, torturous rolls of his hips, dragging his cock out of you so slowly, before slamming back inside.
You sobbed, the glass fogging up from your panting, helpless gasps.
“Oh, you don’t like that, baby?” he taunted, his grip on your jaw tightening, his thumb pushing into your mouth, forcing it open. “Thought you wanted Daddy to fuck you. What happened, huh?”
You whimpered around his thumb, your tongue lapping at the rough pad, sucking instinctively, needing something to hold onto before you fucking lost your mind.
Jake groaned, his pace picking up again, faster, harsher, filthier, his cock hitting deep, devastating spots inside you that made your legs buckle beneath you.
Your moans grew louder, more desperate, high, gasping little cries that bounced off the tile walls, mixing with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the shower running, the heavy panting of both of you completely fucking falling apart.
Jake leaned in, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear, his hand on your jaw sliding down, wrapping fully around your throat.
“You’re gonna take everything I give you,” he murmured, low, dark, dangerous.
You nodded frantically, whimpering, your hands bracing against the glass, leaving messy little fingerprints in the condensation.
Jake groaned, watching you lose yourself, watching the way your body responded to him, the way you trembled, the way you fucking fell apart for him.
“Go ahead, baby,” he murmured, his thrusts turning erratic, ruthless, brutal, perfect. “Come for me.”
Your whole body snapped.
A shattered, broken moan spilled from your lips as your orgasm slammed into you, your walls clenching, pulsing, milking him, your body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure consumed you.
Jake cursed, his grip tightening, his own breath shattering against your ear as he thrust into you a few more times, then he buried himself deep, groaning through gritted teeth, coming inside you, his body tensing, shaking, completely fucking wrecked.
The only sound left in the room was your panting breaths, the steady patter of the shower, the faint creak of the glass as your bodies pressed against it, spent, ruined, completely fucking gone.
Jake’s hands slid to your hips, his grip softening, pulling you back against his chest, wrapping his arms around you as his forehead pressed against the back of your neck.
A quiet, breathless chuckle escaped him. “Damn, baby.”
You laughed, weak, fucked-out, completely ruined.
“Next time,” he murmured, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your shoulder. “You’re riding me.”
-
Jake had never been gentle.
Not really. Not when it came to you.
Because you pulled something reckless, desperate, uncontrollable out of him.
Tonight was different.
The candles flickered softly, the scent of warm vanilla filling the air, mixing with the faint traces of Jake’s cologne on his sheets. The playlist he made for you played quietly in the background, soft, slow, achingly sweet.
Jake was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
His hands were slow, careful, reverent as he traced your body, fingertips ghosting over your bare skin, leaving shivers in their wake.
He hovered over you, his gaze heavy, intense, the way he always looked at you when he was about to ruin you.
Tonight, he was going to love you.
“Happy one month, baby,” he murmured, brushing his lips over yours, soft, teasing, unbearably tender.
Your stomach flipped, your chest aching, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down, needing more.
Jake chuckled against your mouth, letting you kiss him, letting you taste the slow, burning affection behind every drag of his lips.
“You always so needy for me, huh?” he teased, grinning against your mouth, teasing but soft, always so soft.
You pouted, fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, slower.
Jake groaned, his body pressing into yours, his warmth wrapping around you, completely engulfing you.
And when he finally—finally—pushed inside you, it was the slowest thing you’d ever felt.
A sharp gasp slipped from your lips, your head falling back as Jake’s body sank into yours, inch by inch, stretching you, filling you completely.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath uneven, wrecked, completely lost in you.
You clenched around him, your thighs tightening around his hips, pulling him deeper, needing more,
But Jake just smirked, shaking his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your jaw.
“Not rushing tonight, baby,” he murmured, voice low, gentle, soothing, but firm. “Gonna take my time with you.”
Your chest ached, your breath shaking, your fingers sliding down his back, gripping onto him, holding him close.
Jake moved slowly, agonizingly so, rolling his hips into yours in long, deep strokes, his body pressed flush against you, his lips tracing every inch of your skin.
It was everything.
The way he whispered against your lips, soft, teasing, murmuring about how perfect you felt, how much he loved being inside you.
The way he kissed you between every word, slow, messy, deep, like he needed you to feel every bit of how much he wanted you, adored you, fucking loved you.
The way his hands caressed your body, memorizing every inch of you, fingertips dragging over your waist, your ribs, your thighs, like he needed to burn you into his skin.
It was soft.
It was overwhelming.
It was Jake, giving you every single piece of himself.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, voice thick, wrecked, raw, his lips pressing against your temple, your cheek, your jaw, before finding your lips again.
And when he finally—finally—pushed you over the edge, it was like drowning.
Your orgasm hit slow, deep, all-consuming, your whole body melting into his, your fingers gripping his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to this earth.
Jake followed right after, burying himself deep, shuddering, groaning into your mouth, completely fucking lost in you.
When you were spent, ruined, completely wrapped up in him, he didn’t move.
Didn’t pull away. Didn’t let you go.
Instead, he cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek, soft, tender, adoring.
He kissed you.
Slow. Lingering. Perfect.
“I Love you,” he murmured, lips still pressed against yours, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your heart skipped.
Your breath hitched.
When you whispered it back, Jake smiled against your mouth.
-
Jake had been staring at you for a full ten minutes.
Not subtly. Not in passing. Full-on, pouty-lipped, arms-crossed, lovesick puppy-dog-eyes staring.
You had noticed, of course—you always noticed when Jake was desperate for attention—but you had been trying to see how long he would hold out before cracking. You scrolled through your phone lazily, sipping from your water bottle, pretending to be completely oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend was sulking next to you like you had just broken his heart.
A deep, dramatic sigh.
You smirked, tilting your head just slightly to catch him in your peripheral. Sure enough, he was still pouting, still glaring at you like you had done something terrible.
You raised a brow. “What?”
Jake let out another, even heavier sigh, rolling onto his side to face you, his arms curling around your waist, pulling you against him like you were his last source of oxygen.
“You haven’t kissed me yet,” he muttered, muffled against your shirt.
You blinked. “What?”
Jake lifted his head, his expression pure devastation.
“You haven’t kissed me,” he repeated, dead serious.
You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up in your throat. “Jake—”
“Jakey,” he corrected, pointing to his cheek expectantly.
You bit your lip, eyes glimmering with amusement, but leaned in anyway, pressing a soft, slow peck to his cheek.
Jake let out the happiest sigh, his lips curling into the softest, sweetest little smile, eyes fluttering shut like he had just been granted salvation.
“Mmm,” he hummed, squeezing you tighter. “Better.”
You shook your head, laughing softly, trailing your fingers through his hair, but before you could pull away, he was tilting his chin up, tapping his other cheek.
“Missed a spot.”
You rolled your eyes, but indulged him, pressing another gentle kiss to his other cheek.
Jake sighed even deeper, his hands tightening around your waist, his grin growing even wider.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing his face into your neck, breathing you in.
You bit your lip, heart melting at how soft, sweet, and completely in love he was. Jake had his moods—he could be cocky, insatiable, dominant, but this? This was your favorite.
He nuzzled against you, sighing softly. “You know, I’ve been thinking about our wedding.”
Your breath hitched. “Oh?”
Jake just nodded, his smile so content, so blissful.
“Yeah. I’ve got it all planned out,” he mused, tilting his chin up expectantly again.
You smirked. “What?”
Jake pointed to his lips.
You giggled, leaning down, kissing him slow, savoring the soft little hum he let out, the way his fingers curled tighter into your sides.
When you pulled away, he was grinning like an idiot.
“Okay, so,” he started, eyes glimmering. “It’s gotta be on a beach. You in some flowy-ass dress, looking like a literal angel.”
You smiled at the thought, pressing another kiss to his temple.
Jake sighed, eyes slipping shut for a moment, his body completely relaxed, completely wrapped up in the idea.
“And our honeymoon?” he continued, his voice getting even softer, even dreamier. “Bora Bora. Or the Maldives. Somewhere I can keep you in bed for a whole week.”
You gasped, swatting his chest playfully. “Jake—”
“Jakey,” he corrected again, glaring immediately.
You sighed dramatically, leaning down and pressing a peck to his nose.
Jake sighed, so blissed out he could barely speak for a second.
“God, I love you,” he murmured, pressing tiny kisses to your collarbone, your shoulder, anywhere he could reach.
You smiled against his skin, your lips still ghosting over his temple. “Love you too.”
Jake hummed, shifting so he could press his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on your back.
“You know,” he started, his voice lower, softer, full of something even deeper. “I was thinking three kids. Two boys, one girl.”
You smiled. “Oh yeah?”
“Or,” he continued, grinning, “what if we get twins? Like, one of each?”
You kissed his cheek. “You’re ridiculous.”
Jake huffed, tugging you closer, burying himself into your warmth. “Not ridiculous. Just in love.”
He closed his eyes, sighing. “You’re gonna stay home, right? Take care of the house, the kids, let me take care of you?”
Your chest tightened. “You’d be okay with that?”
He snorted, pulling back to look at you like you had lost your mind. “Baby, I’d love that. I’d spoil you rotten.”
Your stomach flipped.
“Think about it,” he murmured, his voice turning lower, teasing. “You, waiting for me when I come home, wearing one of my shirts, telling me how much you missed me.”
You felt hot all over.
He smirked. “God, you’d be the best little housewife.”
You pressed your face into his chest, flustered, overwhelmed, completely wrapped around his finger.
Jake just laughed, holding you so tight, so safe, so his.
“And the house?” he murmured, squeezing your waist. “We need something big, but cozy. A huge kitchen—‘cause I know you love to cook. A fireplace, maybe? A backyard for the kids. A big-ass bed so I can keep you all to myself.”
You whined, squeezing your eyes shut. “Jake, stop.”
Jake grinned. “Jakey,” he corrected one last time, tapping his lips.
You rolled your eyes but leaned down anyway, kissing him slow, soft, deep.
He sighed into it, his fingers curling into your hair, holding you there, kissing you like he had all the time in the world.
And when you pulled away, breathless, hearts pounding, he whispered against your lips, “You’re gonna marry me.”
Your chest ached.
You couldn’t wait to. “Yeah, Jakey. I’m gonna marry you.”
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The morning had started innocent enough.
At least, as innocent as waking up naked and tangled with Jake Sim could be.
You were supposed to get up early. You were supposed to go to class on time for once. But then Jake shifted, his warm, bare skin pressing into yours, his breath heavy against your ear, his hand already sliding between your thighs before you were even fully awake.
“Morning, baby,” he murmured, raspy, teasing, completely unbothered by the fact that you were already running late.
You lost all track of time.
Jake didn’t need to touch you to ruin you.
Sometimes, all it took was his voice.
“You’re not gonna make it to class, are you?” he mused, low and smug, his lips brushing against your ear.
You shuddered, squeezing your eyes shut as you pressed your thighs together, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to just his words.
Jake chuckled, shifting so he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you like he was already planning how much worse he was going to make it. Slow, teasing, torturously confident.
“You always do this,” he murmured, tracing lazy patterns along your stomach. “Pretend you’re gonna leave. Act like you’re strong enough to walk away from me.”
You swallowed hard, gripping the sheets, your chest rising and falling too quickly.
Jake smirked. He noticed.
“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was taunting, almost sympathetic. “Already shaking and I haven’t even touched you yet?”
You exhaled sharply, squeezing your legs tighter together.
Jake tsked. “Oh, sweetheart.”
His hand ghosted down, his fingers dragging over your hip, down the outside of your thigh, barely there, completely teasing.
“You’re already soaked, aren’t you?”
You whimpered, biting your lip, refusing to answer.
He hummed, shaking his head. “So easy for me.”
You turned your head, hiding your face against the pillow, but Jake wasn’t having that.
“Look at me,” he murmured, low and firm, the kind of tone that made your stomach flip.
You hesitated, but turned back, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, heavy, filled with pure amusement.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmured, running a finger down your cheek, his voice turning softer, but still full of that unbearable smugness.
You swallowed, trying to keep your breathing even, but Jake could see right through you.
“You don’t wanna go to class,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your jaw, so soft, so slow. “You wanna stay right here, let me ruin you all over again.”
Your fingers dug into the sheets.
“Say it,” he coaxed, his hand sliding lower, his mouth hovering just above yours. “Tell me you’d rather be late.”
Your lips parted, your breath shaky.
Jake smirked, running his nose along your cheek, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth.
“You wanna be good for me, don’t you, baby?”
You whimpered, your resolve crumbling.
And that’s all it took.
Jake chuckled, shifting over you fully, pressing you back into the mattress.
“That’s my girl.”
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By the time you both finally dragged yourselves out of bed, you were already doomed.
Jake smirked as you struggled to stand on shaky legs, his grip on your waist firm as he steadied you, smug as ever.
“Careful, baby,” he murmured, biting his lip as he took in the mess he had made of you.
You shoved him, grumbling under your breath as you pulled on your sweater, knowing full well that no amount of adjusting was going to hide the way you looked thoroughly ruined.
Jake didn’t even try.
He pulled on the first hoodie he could find, rubbing a hand through his already-mussed-up hair, his lips still swollen from kissing you senseless.
By the time you actually left, you were beyond late.
Your professor narrowed his eyes immediately.
Jake grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders like it was no big deal, guiding you to your seats with zero shame, zero regret.
“Nice of you to finally join us,” your professor said dryly, crossing his arms, glancing between the two of you.
You swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah, sorry,”
Your professor raised a brow. “You both look… disheveled.”
You felt your entire body heat up, shifting in your seat as Jake just smirked.
“Must’ve been the wind,” Jake said smoothly, kicking his feet up under the desk, looking completely unbothered.
Your professor wasn’t convinced.
He squinted, glancing at you, then at Jake, then back at you.
“Uh-huh,” he said slowly. “The wind.”
Jake grinned wider.
Your professor exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t want to know.”
You nearly collapsed in relief, but Jake?
Jake was having way too much fun.
He leaned over, whispering in your ear, his voice low, teasing, smug.
“Baby, I think we’re getting too obvious.”
You resisted the urge to kick him under the desk.
From then on, every time you and Jake showed up late to class, looking like an absolute mess— Your professor just sighed, shook his head, and looked the other way.
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.
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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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)
You had invited the boys over for a sleepover as a celebration for exams being over. You guys have had sleep overs many times, so this wasn't really anything new.
You three sat on your bed, watching a horror movie. You sat in between the two boys, your arms locked with theirs as you prepared for the jump scare that was most definitely going to come. You closed your eyes, making sure to peek so you can still see, just in case it never happened.
"Oh my god, no, no, no!" You said. The main character was about to go into the room full of abnormally large spiders, but of course they didn't know that. The opened the door, and at first, it was just silent. The room seemed empty, and it had you relaxing your muscles just a bit before a huge spider jumped out into the screen. You screamed, closing your eyes. You felt as if the spider jumped out of the screen into your room. While you were being scared out of your mind, the two boys beside you were slightly amused. Well, if they had been paying attention to the movie as much as you were, they'd probably be scared too, but their attention was on something else.
Unknown to you, Taehyun would occasionally trail his eyes over your body, taking in your short shorts and thin tank top. It was obvious that you had no bra, the hardness of your nipples showing. The sight of you almost made his mouth water, but he knew it was wrong to look at his best friend that way. Sometimes, he couldn't help it...
On the other hand, Beomgyu had no shame. If you weren't so into the movie, you would notice the lustful stares he gave you. Your body was tense, and for some reason, it made his thoughts to wild. He noticed how your thighs were shut tightly, your shorts riding up, and he knew he would be able to see the swell of your ass if he looked hard enough. Your breasts pushed up as you curled into yourself, and he could see your cleavage. His pants were tight as his hard-on struggled to remain a secret. He hoped that you wouldn't be able to see, especially because the lights were on and the only light came from the TV.
You were too oblivious to notice the two males checking you out. In their head, they were going over a million different scenarios with you and a million different positions you could be put in.
This wasn't the first time they've had these thoughts about you, though. Every time you would invite them over, you always seemed to be wearing very little clothes. You were comfortable enough with them to not wear your undergarments, and you somehow always came off as unknowing when you would bend down in front of them, showing off your cute ass as if it was trophy. Were you doing it on purpose? Were you going to keep doing it until one of them would snap and finally fuck you? Maybe you didn't want just one of them. Maybe you wanted both.
Beomgyu bit his lip as that last scenario went through his head. Horny out of his mind, he decided that he needed to finally make a move. He needed to know if you wanted them or not, and there's no other perfect time than now. He shifted a bit, unlocked his arm from yours, instead deciding to wrap it around your shoulder. This was normal between you two, so you didn't think much of it. While you were distracted, Beomgyu, reached over to tap Taehyun on his shoulder. Taehyun looked over at him, being able to see his face clearly since you were slouched lower between them. He raised his brows in question.
Beomgyu knew he couldn't say exactly what he wanted out loud, so he hoped Taehyun would get his gestures. He nodded his head down to you, and Taehyun didn't seem to understand. Beomgyu rolled his eyes, bringing out his phone so he could sent him a quick text message.
Beomgyu: I know you see that
Taehyun took out his phone, then looked at him confused.
Taehyun: See what?
Beomgyu: (Y/N)
Beomgyu: her nipples are hard
It took a second for Taehyun to text back, and Beomgyu could see that he was taking a sneak peak at your tits.
Taehyun: I see
Beomgyu rolled his eyes, wondering when Taehyun would get the hint.
Beomgyu: And what are we going to do about it?
Taehyun looked at him, finally understanding where Beomgyu was getting at. He gulped, looking at you one more time. It felt wrong, but, god, did Taehyun want to take you right here, right now.
"Hey, what are you guys doing on your phones?" You suddenly spoke up, just now noticing that they weren't even watching the movie. The quickly turned off their phones, putting it away so that you wouldn't see their texts. "You guys are supposed to be watching the movie!" You pouted. "Of you not like this one? We can switch to another one. This one is too scary anyways." You sat up from your place between them, crawling to the end of the bed where the remote sat. The boys watched as you flaunted your ass at them, sitting on your knees. They could see the curves from your waist to your ass as you sat like a good little girl waiting to be fucked. Beomgyu couldn't help but palm at his bulge while you weren't looking. He needed some sort of relief before it became too painful.
"I don't want to watch a movie." Beomgyu said. "How about...we make our own movie instead?"
You tilted your head in confusion, looking back at the boys. "What do you mean?" You asked, then gasped. "Wait, so like, you mean writing our own script and recording one of those stupid little plays for us to look back on when we're old type movie?" You got excited as Taehyun and Beomgyu looked at each other in amusement. You crawled back over to them, taking out your phone. "I have this app that's really good for recording and editing-" You stopped once your phone was taken out of your hands by Taehyun.
"That's not what he meant, (Y/N)." Taehyun said as your eyes were wide in confusion.
"I meant..." You felt Beomgyu's hand caress your thigh, and you felt shivers go down your spine. "Another type of movie." Then you felt Taehyun's hand on the slight exposed part of your stomach. You looked at him to see that his eyes were fixated on your breasts, and when looking at both of them, you could see just how hard they were, even in the dim lighting. You finally understood what they were talking about.
"Oh..." You said as you tried to clench your thighs together discreetly. You could feel yourself already starting to become wet at the thronging of what these two boys were going to do to you. Beomgyu bit his lip, easily noticing how horny you were. This was going according to plan.
Your chest moved up and down as your breathing got heavy, and you felt Taehyun's hand slowly slide up until he cupped your breast, groping you. With his other hand, he tilted your head towards him before he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips. You were surprised at his forward ness, but you took it in, kissing him back.
You felt the other side of your bed suddenly become empty and Beomgyu got up. Taehyun made sure you wouldn't get distracted, though. As you two were doing that, Beomgyu got out his phone and he set it up on your dresser, pointing the camera at the best angle as he pressed record. He meant what he said about making a movie.
He came back, mouth watering at your current vulnerability. He lifted your think tank top enough to go over your tits, showing your bare mounds. He licked his lips before he attached his mouth onto your nipple, rolling his tongue over the pert bud. You let out a soft moan, Taehyun taking this opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, both of your saliva mixing together. He swallowed your moans happily, becoming more desperate as time went on. The kiss was still at a moderate pace, the you two couldn't keep your spit in your mouths. already becoming messy before you three really started. Taehyun moved his hands from your breast to slid them up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it. You were undeniably wet right now. You wouldn't even be surprised if you had soaked through your shorts. You weren't even wearing underwear after all.
To distracted by the heated kiss you shared with Taehyun, you didn't even notice Beomgyu's hands down your shorts until you felt his start rubbing your clit. You bucked your hips as your legs immediately opened more for him. He chuckled around your nipple as your moans started to grow.
"I always knew you were a slut." Beomgyu said in a low voice. "Of course you'd open your legs so easily for us." You moaned, and Beomfyu just chuckled some more before he insetted his finger into you. "So tight and wet...how can you take cock when you're this tight with one finger, hm?" He attached himself back to your breast, sucking harshly as he started to thrust his finger into you. You spread you legs wider, moaning for more. Beomgyu added another finger, noticing how Taehyun moved from your lips to your neck, marking you up there. He took this as an opportunity to make out with you. He went in open mouthed, his tongue connecting with yours before his lips could. You already felt overwhelmed. Taehyun had found your most sensitive spot on your neck, and he started abusing that just around the same time that Beomgyu found your sweet spot, hitting it with every thrust of his fingers.
Beomgyu found to amusing that you could barely keep your moans in, and all he wanted to do his head more. He thrusted his fingers more rapidly inside of you, and the three of you would hear the lewd squelching sound of your wetness. It was embarrassing for you, to say the least, but for the boys, all it did was make their cocks throb even more. You clenched around Beomgyu's fingers as you felt your high approaching.
"B-Beomgyu, I'm gonna cum," You moaned out, your hips twitching uncontrollably as your orgasm came earlier than you expected it to. You three your head back as you let out a high pitched whine, Beomgyu fingering you through your orgasm before it passed, and you were left harshly breathing, already fucked out.
"That was so hot." Taehyun said, palming himself through his pants.
"P-please, I want y-your cocks." You said, rubbing your thighs together as your arousal didn't leave you.
"Not yet, baby." Taehyun said. "Let me please you, first." He scooted down, sliding your shorts down and throwing them off them bed. At the same time, Beomgyu fully took off your tank top, leaving you fully naked while they were still fully dressed. Taehyun opened your legs, placing himself in between. His face rested right at your pussy, and you were given no time to breathe before Taehyun started diving in. He held your thighs firmly, eating you like this was his last meal.
You were so loud, the overwhelming pleasure making you feel as if you were rag doll made to just take it. You weren't complaining, though. This is the most pleasure you've ever felt, you didn't know if you could go back to having sex with just one person after this.
Beomgyu attached himself to your breasts once more, your nipples even more sensitive after your first orgasm.
Taehyun tongue fucked you, tasting your delicious essence on his tongue. He couldn't get enough, and you were already cumming for the second time. He continued eating you out, and the pleasure was beginning to be too much. You tried to squirm away, but all that did was made Taehyun angry, holding your thighs tight enough to leave bruises.
"Don't run from me." He growled over your pussy, sending vibrations through your slit. Beomgyu was having the time of his life seeing you unable to handle the pleasure. He watched as your eyes rolled to the back of his head, and the way you tightly squeezed his arm. Pleasure looked gorgeous on you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm cumming!" You whined, squirming through your third orgasm of the night. Taehyun finally decided to have mercy on you, lifting his head up from your legs, you slick coating his lips and chin. Your eyes were heavy as you felt tiredness seep through you.
“Get ready, slut.” Beomgyu said, slapping your sensitive pussy, suddenly making you more aware.
“Weren’t you begging for our cocks not too long ago?” Taehyun smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re too fucked out, already.”
“N-no, I’m not!” You said, your eyes wide as the two boys hovered over you, their eyes dark. You wouldn’t get this image out of your head for as long as you lived. “Please…I want you to fuck me.”
“You don’t say…” Beomgyu laughed deviously as he watched your pussy leak with wetness onto the bed, creating a stain. He looked at Taehyun. “Her ass is mine.” He said.
“Fine by me.” Taehyun shrugged, and both do the boys for to work taking their clothes off.
“You ever done anal, princess?” Beomgyu asked you, and you shook your head.
“Don’t worry, then.” He said. “It’ll feel amazing.”
Beomgyu manhandled you into the position that he wanted you in. He laid you on your side and positioned himself behind you, opening your leg using his arm.
“I bet you’re so excited for Taehyun to fuck that tight pussy of yours, aren’t you?” Beomgyu said in your ear, making you whine. “There’s no need to whine, slut. You’ll get what you want.”
Taehyun then positioned himself in front of you, and you could see his large cock that was as hard as a rock. You weren’t even able to see Beomgyu’s cock, yet, and you felt slightly nervous.
“Are you ready, baby?” Taehyun asked, and you nodded. He entered into you from the front, your pussy walls stretching to accommodate his girth. You held onto his arm tightly as he sighed in relief, finally able to bottom out inside of you like he wished for. It was unexpected when you felt Beomgyu start to enter you from behind, stretching out your tight ass. He groaned, feeling you suck him in. You winced a bit as it was a new feeling for you, but the slick of his pre-cum helped him bottom out inside of you.
So there you were, sandwiched in between your best friends, two large cocks sheathed inside of you. This was a dream come true.
Once you gave them the go, they started moving. While one was pushing in, one was sliding out. It was slow at first, to get to used to the feeling, but you could see how Taehyun’s neck vein was prominent, showing that he was using so much of his control to not immediately pound you. You guessed that was how Beomgyu was feeling, too, with the way he was harshly breathing against the back of your neck.
“Fuck…” Beomgyu groaned. “Such a tight ass…”
The pain slowly started to morph into pleasure, and you found yourself wanting more. The boys noticed how you started to softly moan, and they took that as a chance to go faster. Their alternating pace made sure you were full at all times and that all you sweet spots were hit. Beomgyu kept your leg held up while Taehyun kept a first grasp of your ass, pulling you into him with each thrust like Beomgyu pulled you into him.
You had to hold on for dear life as the boys both started to slowly lose control, pounding faster and faster inside of you. Your moans were loud, and there was so way you could quiet them down at this point. The boys groaned, their cocks twitching and throbbing inside of you, stimulating your walls more.
Your bed creaked as the three of you passionately fucked, sweating bodies rubbing against each other. You felt your fourth orgasm of the night creep up on you, and with the way they were fucking you, you knew that you couldn’t hold this back one second. Your hand grasped tighter on Taehyun’s arm as you came, both holes clenching on their swollen cocks, profanities coming out of the both of them.
The gave you no time to breathe, pounding you back and forth through your orgasm, not giving mercy to your sensitive holes. You could feel yourself drool as a lazy smile took over your face, completely fucked out to no comprehension. Taehyun groaned at this, licking up the drool then attaching his lips to yours in a heated, open mouthed kiss. You could barely kiss him as your moans prevented you from doing so, but he took what he got with happiness, reveling in how messy and uncontrolled you were.
It didn’t take time for Beomgyu to cum first, wildly pumping himself inside of you, filling your ass with his cum. Taehyun followed not long after, painting your walls, his cum leaking out before he even finished cumming inside of you. You felt so insanely full as the boys didn’t take their throbbing cocks out of you, their chests heaving against your back and your breasts.
There was a moment of silence as you three just tried to catch your breaths and recover from the powerful orgasms you guys just had. After about a minute or so, Beomgyu spoke.
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.
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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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.”
