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Celebrate the 74th Republic Day with a splash of excitement at Aqua Imagicaa Surat! This year, Aqua Imagicaa has something special lined up for water park enthusiasts. To mark the occasion, they are offering an exclusive Republic Day offer that ensures you can enjoy all the thrills and fun of the water park at unbeatable prices.
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Experience the Ultimate Rush with 8 Thrilling Water Rides at WetânJoy!
Are you ready to feel the thrill of cascading water and the excitement of gravity-defying slides? Dive into the action at WetânJoy Water Park, Lonavalaâyour ultimate destination for adventure, laughter, and unforgettable memories! Whether youâre an adrenaline junkie or looking for a delightful day with family and friends, WetânJoy has something extraordinary for everyone.
What Makes WetânJoy a Must-Visit?
Thrilling water rides for all ages: Perfect for kids, adults, and everyone in between!
Picturesque surroundings: Nestled in Lonavalaâs lush greenery, itâs the ultimate escape from city life.
Top-tier safety and amenities: Designed to ensure you enjoy every moment worry-free.
8 Exhilarating Rides You Canât Miss
Master Blaster
Feel the rush as you race through a combination of open and enclosed tunnels.
Launch from a towering 51 feet and traverse over 700 feet of pure excitement.
Recognized as one of Indiaâs most thrilling water rides.
Extreme Volcano
Grab a tube and venture through a volcanic tunnel paired with an Xtreme River experience.
Prepare for waves crashing from all sides, leaving you drenched and exhilarated.
Tornado
Spin, twist, and race through high-speed tunnels.
The unpredictable turns and fast-paced drops mimic the intensity of a real tornado.
Free Fall
Take the plunge from Indiaâs tallest free-fall slide, standing at 69 feet!
This heart-stopping 90-degree drop is a must for adrenaline seekers.
Sky Fall
Feel like youâre falling from the sky as you slide down a 324-foot-long slide.
The ride starts with a 68-foot free fall, ending in a refreshing splash.
Nightmare
Dare to ride through a pitch-dark tunnel with unexpected twists and turns.
The suspense will keep you on edge until the very end.
Mat Racer & Whizzard
Compete with your friends on parallel slides and race to the finish.
This 58-foot-high slide ensures a splash-tastic ending.
Cyclone
Launch from 47 feet into a swirling vortex of water.
Hold tight as you spin through twists and turns before plunging into the pool.
Why WetânJoy Stands Out
Convenient Location: Just a short drive from Mumbai and Pune, making it an ideal weekend getaway.
Perfect for All: From families with kids to thrill-seeking groups, WetânJoy caters to everyone.
Unforgettable Atmosphere: The combination of breathtaking rides, scenic beauty, and vibrant energy guarantees lasting memories.
Plan Your Visit
Escape the mundane and dive into a world of excitement at WetânJoy Water Park. From the towering Free Fall to the twisting Cyclone, every ride promises an unforgettable adventure. So, pack your swimwear, grab your friends, and get ready to experience the ultimate rush.
Make your next outing one for the booksâhead to WetânJoy and let the thrills begin!
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This is a spectacular ride!! Look how fast that wall of water crashes down!! Yeehaw!!! đââïž đ đââïž
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The Ultimate Destination for Kids and Families
Whether youâre planning a family outing, a school picnic, or a weekend retreat, Just Chill Water Park offers an incredible experience tailored for kids and families. The park is designed with safety and enjoyment in mind, ensuring that every visitor, from toddlers to adults, can have a fantastic time. Parents can relax in dedicated lounging areas while kids enjoy splashing around in specially designed pools and water rides.
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Looking for an exciting escape full of water rides and family fun? Shirdi Wet'nJoy Water Park is the perfect destination! Known as one of India's top water parks, it promises thrilling adventures and unforgettable memories.
Link:- https://www.shirdi.wetnjoy.in/blog/indias-premier-destination-for-water-park-thrills/
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Practice [L.H]
pairing: Logan Howlett x reader
summary: Your roommate Logan lets you practise giving a blowjob on him for your date with another guy.
warnings: smut, 18+, oral sex (f&m receiving, readerâs first time), Logan is a liittle mean but just a little and he gets softer towards the end, spitting, jerking off, Logan keeps his socks on I think itâs hot okay đđ, Logan calls reader bub, baby, good girl, pretty girl; Wade is mentioned but Iâm imagining a younger Logan than in DP&W
word count: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a drabble lol idk what happened)

âWhoâs the lucky guy?â Logan asks from the sofa as you walk past him in your pretty date outfit. Youâve got some time left before your date but you decided to get ready early in a bout of nervousness.
âThis guy Iâve been seeing,â you tell him, trying to seem nonchalant. You havenât yet mentioned to Logan that youâve been on a few dates. He spends a lot of time in his room, away from you and Wade, and he just never happened to be there to hear about your dates.
Logan mutes the tv. âWhat guy?â
âMet him online.â
âAnd heâs so good to you that you get this pretty for him?â
You smile at his indirect compliment and sit down next to him.
âYeah, heâs nice. I⊠I think we might go a step further today,â you feel your cheeks heating up, âIâm kind of nervous.â
You see his jaw clench slightly, âIf heâs a good guy he shouldnât make you nervous.â
âIâm not nervous because of him, itâs just that it would be my first time. And I donât want to be bad.â
He chuckles and leans back, âYou wonât be bad. Just make him go on top.â
Logan isnât taking your hint, so you take a deep breath to gather your courage. âWhat if he wants me to go down on him and I donât know how to do it? Will youâŠâ your voice falters as his eyes meet yours.
âWill you help me?â you stutter and Logan immediately begins to smirk. Embarrassment spreads through your body.
âHelp you how?â He asks, smug.
Itâs too late to go back now. âWell, I donât know. Like, explain how it works or.. you could show me?â you shrug.
âYou probably know better than me how to find porn online.â
âNo, I mean show me on you.â Thatâs all the courage you can muster for the day and you wonder if you will even have the strength to look back into Loganâs eyes. He solves that problem for you, putting a finger under your chin and pushing it up so youâre looking at him.
âYou wanna suck my cock?â He sounds annoyed and you immediately want to die.
âIt wouldnât have to mean anything,â you look at his cheeks, his nose, anywhere but his eyes, âI just wanna know if Iâm doing it right. Itâs okay if you canât cum, I just want to practise.â
Logan scans your face for a sign of discomfort â other than your embarrassment â but he doesnât find any. His features soften, âYou really wanna go down on me, bub?â
You nod quickly, âFor practice.â
âMhm, for practice.â Heâs mocking you, but all you can do is ignore it.
A thrill shoots through your body at his next words: âCâmere then.â He spreads his legs, clothed in jeans that strain around the thickness of his delicious thighs. You can see the outline of his abs through his tank top. You canât believe this is happening â youâve had a crush on him since you saw him for the first time.
Logan beckons you between his legs and you move to sit on the carpet, its fluffiness stopping your bare knees from hurting. Your short skirt rides up your ass and you pull it down self-consciously despite what youâre about to do.
âYou sure about this, bub?â Logan asks again from above you. You gulp when you look up at him. How does he look even better from below?
âYeah,â you assure him, your panties already growing wet. You sit down and try to patiently wait for instruction but you end up squirming. When you look back up at Logan heâs got one of his eyebrows raised.
âYou donât know how to open a belt either?â
âWell, yeah but donât we have toââ your mouth starts to water when the rough clink of his belt interrupts you. Heâs all but ripping open his belt; he unbuttons his jeans and takes out his hard cock. You almost get goosebumps.
âOh,â you say.
âIf a guy likes you, he doesnât need any time to get ready. Foreplay is just to get the woman nice and wet,â Logan tells you, although youâre barely listening. All you know is that you wouldnât need the foreplay either, youâre uncomfortably wet, trying to get friction against your legs that are folded underneath you.
Logan watches you stare at his erection, âTake your top off. I like seeing your pretty face but thatâll make it an even nicer view.â
âBut Iâm not wearing anything underneath,â you thumb at the thin straps of your top.
He smirks, âeven better.â He reaches down to pull the top up by your waist but then hesitates.
You nod but Logan rolls his eyes. âUse your words.â
âYou can take it off,â you say but you nevertheless put your arms in front of your tits when he pulls your top over your head.Â
Logan chuckles, âBaby, Iâve been dying to see your tits since I first met you. You really think you gotta hide?â The nickname makes you melt and your arms immediately drop to your sides.Â
You sit up straighter as Logan lets out a low moan, âGod, look at you. So fucking perfect.â He reaches out to grope your tits almost clumsily. His cock bobs in front of you as he leans down to touch you and you feel yourself getting addicted to him already. You just want to start.
With a last rough squeeze of your tit, Logan leans back. âWet your lips,â he instructs. You lick your lips.
âWetter,â he says, and your eyebrows crease in confusion as you lick your lips again.
Logan huffs, spits into his hand, and smears his spit over your mouth, âThere. Donât you look fucking pretty like this.â You just about purr against his hand and then push against it with your cheek.
You place your hands on either of his knees and lean in to kiss the tip of his cock, all swollen and ready. You immediately feel the urge to go further but your shyness takes over, so you keep pressing wet kisses to his length.
âGod,â Logan groans, leaning his head back in pleasure as you keep kissing, and you start to use some more spit.
âLook at you, donât even need me to tell you what to do,â he pulls his arms behind his head smugly, like an asshole, and you smile, getting shy again. You kiss along the underside of his cock some more, getting more desperate with every second.
âWhat now?â You ask.Â
Logan softly smiles at you for a second, pulling his jeans and boxers further down his thighs. You pull them off completely as he pulls off his top. Heâs naked in front of you now, except for his socks, and you take a second to appreciate all the broadness and his muscles. The hair from his chest all the way over his abs and down to his cock is begging for you to kiss every inch of it but you force yourself to focus.
Logan takes his cock in his hand to lift it out of the way, and slowly starts to jerk off. His eyes go to you and then to his balls, and you get what he wants you to do. Still, he gives you one word: âLick.â
You move forward, inhaling all his manly smell, instinctively going to press another wet kiss to his cock. You let spit pool in your mouth and begin to lick all over his balls, feeling the heaviness of them on your tongue.
âTake as much as you can, baby,â he rasps, continuing to jerk off. You almost slap his hand away â you want to be the one making him feel good â but you stop yourself.
You do as he tells you, opening your mouth to cover as much of him as you can, the warmth of his balls against your tongue making you drool.
âYeah, baby, juuust like that. Thatâs a good girl,â he breathes heavily.
Your pussy clenches around nothing at his words, and you have to take a deep breath to focus on anything but the wet ache between your thighs.
His balls move against your tongue from his jerking off, and you gently suck on the skin, moving around a few inches every few seconds. But the movement from his hand on his cock is becoming distracting and, without thinking, you instinctively push his hand away.Â
He stills and then smiles, lifting his hand away. He lightly leans his elbows on the back of the sofa to the sides of him.Â
âYou can start sucking my cock now if youâre ready, baby. Been doing such a good job.â
âI donât know if I can take all of it,â you pout. Even just imagining his dick down your throat feels too much, though not in a bad way. Heâs just so fucking big.Â
âJust take as much as you can. I bet you can take more of me than you think.â
His words motivate you. You go up slightly on your knees, carefully wrapping your hand around his cock. You spit on it, letting it slowly slide down the sides as you begin to spread it with your hand.Â
Logan huffs out a laugh from above you, âSo adorable. You donât need to be so careful. Here, do it like this.â He wraps his much bigger hand around yours and he starts to jerk off with your hand, showing you how rough you can be as he starts to fuck your fist.Â
You clear your throat, âCan I use my mouth now?â
He bites his lip, âReady when you are, baby. Just breathe through your nose and relax.â Oh, youâre relaxed. Being between Loganâs meaty thighs is the best youâve felt in your life.Â
You press another kiss to the tip of his cock and part your lips to take him in your mouth. The first second you feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue is like heaven. Logan lets out a low moan and you look up to find his eyes already on your face. He looks like a god from below, his muscles starting to glisten with a thin layer of sweat.
Opening your mouth wider, you take more of him. You start to jerk him off where your mouth canât reach but you do your best to go as deep as you can, moving up and down with your wet mouth.
The feeling of Loganâs cock in your mouth is addicting, and the quiet sounds he is making even more so.Â
âDoinâ so good for me, baby,â he whispers, voice weak. You look up into his eyes as you suck his dick, spit starting to run down your hand, and a smirk spreads on Loganâs face.
âSuch a pretty girl,â he leans his head back.
Your jaw is starting to strain because heâs so big but you never want to stop doing this. You swallow down the taste of his precum and canât wait to actually make him come. Heâs starting to pulse in your mouth, abs contracting with every time your tongue moves.
Youâre wondering how much longâ
âYâgonna make me come, baby. Gonna come so hard,â Logan moans, and you figure heâs warning you but you want nothing more than his cum in your mouth.
You put in all the effort you can, sucking Loganâs cock further down your throat, cheeks hollowing. You start to feel him at the back of your throat, spit spilling from your lips.
Logan groans, and then heâs filling up your mouth, pumping his cum down your throat as you eagerly swallow. You look up at him through your lashes, taking in his face, his eyes shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure as a long, almost pathetic, groan comes out.
Heâs coming longer than youâd expect, coming in your mouth in sticky ropes, a hand guiding the back of your head. You still pout when heâs finally drained and he slowly pulls his hips back.
Logan sighs a last breath of pleasure and holds his hand in front of your mouth. âWhat?â you ask.
âSpit.â
âUh, I swallowed,â you say.
âReally?â
You stick out your tongue for Logan to see your empty mouth.
He smirks. âGod,â he huffs, âso fucking perfect. Câmere.â He pulls you up to the sofa and sits you on his lap, your bare chest against his. Logan pushes his mouth against yours, kissing you like heâs filled with a new desire, as if you didnât just make him come.
You donât get to kiss him for very long though, because he pulls you to lie down on the sofa, turning so your legs are spread around him.
ââm gonna show you what itâs supposed to feel like for someone to eat your pussy. Just so you know your date is doinâ it right, âkay?â
What date? You almost ask. You remember for a second but then, looking at him, all of your thoughts are replaced with Logan again. âYes,â you nod hornily, âPlease.â
âThere you go, got you even saying please now. You want it that bad, huh?â
All you can do is nod as he pulls down your skirt and panties. He almost goes cross-eyed when he sees your pussy for the first time.
âGod, baby, you coulda said something. Such an eager little thing. You got that wet from having my cock in your mouth, hm? Gonna make you come so good, yeah?â
You nod again and he bends down to press another sloppy kiss to your lips, kissing down your neck and stopping at your chest, âCanât get enough of these,â he plays with your tits, desperately grabbing at them like a man seeing a woman naked for the first time.
He smiles up at you when he realises how much time heâs spent at your chest, pressing a last kiss to your sternum before placing one of his big hands on your tit and kissing further down. You assume heâs going to stop before he gets to your pussy, just to tease you, but he kisses all the way down from your belly button to your clit, starting to make out with your pussy.
âLogan,â you moan, your hand flying to his hand on one of your boobs.
âFeel good?â He asks, and you almost faint when you look at his head pushed between your thighs. He looks exactly right, as if this is where he was meant to be the entire time.
âMhmm.â
He chuckles against your pussy, tongue darting out to play with your clit. The ache between your legs starts to get worse with him there, and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing.
Logan smirks and pushes your thighs further apart with a rough hand. He starts to gently rub your clit, and youâve finally got the friction youâve been needing this entire time. Youâre already close.Â
You let out an involuntary moan as he pushes his thick middle finger inside you, and you grip his hand on your tit harder, and he squeezes you there, lovingly.Â
âI got you, baby,â he says into your pussy before starting to fuck you with his finger, pushing another one in as he begins to rub a sweet little spot inside that you can never reach yourself.Â
He leans in to start licking your clit again, circling it with his tongue and, ever so slightly, beginning to suck.Â
Youâre so close, the waves of pleasure almost, just almost, flooding over you. You squirm, your knees pushing together, held open by his broad shoulders.Â
Logan sucks harder, fingers fucking into you with your clit pulsing against his tongue.Â
It only takes a few more seconds of Loganâs mouth on your pussy for you to come. Pleasure explodes within you and floods your entire body as you arch your back, pushing further into him and his wet mouth and thick fingers.
Logan doesnât stop until youâre satisfied and your legs go numb around him.
He grins at you, biting his lip to stop his smile from spreading too far, and he presses a kiss to the middle of your belly, squeezing your tit gently before letting go. You feel cold without him there.
With your legs still around him, you instinctively pull him in and he lies down next to you on the sofa, gently caging you against the back of it to give you the more comfortable side as he balances on the edge.
âYou wanna know how good you taste?â Logan asks, not waiting for an answer before he kisses you. You slide your hand behind his neck to pull him in, tasting yourself on his tongue.
He stops kissing you. âSo.. you still going on your date?â
You feel your cheeks getting hot, âWhat if I told youuuâŠâ you twirl a strand of Loganâs hair thatâs hanging over his forehead, âthat there never was a date. Or a guy.â
Logan breaks out in a smile, âYou were too shy to ask me to fuck you so you made up an entire person?â
You hear the key turning in the lock in that moment, and even though youâll be covered by the back of the sofa Logan shields you with his hands as best as he can, reaching for your clothes.
Wade comes in and you immediately sit up, holding Loganâs hand and forearm to your tits to cover them.
âGuess what happened?â you squeal at Wade.
Wadeâs eyes go over to you and then to Logan, and he drops his bags of grocery shopping to jump up and down, âWas it my plan? I told you my plan would work!â
You grin, âIt was your plan.â
Logan looks between you and Wade, rolling his eyes but heâs unable to hide a smile.
âIt was a good plan, right? I told her she could just ask you out but she was too shy so I told her to make up a guy sheâs dating,â Wade explains.
âAlright,â Logan laughs quietly, âNow fuck off so I can fuck my girl again.â
Wadeâs eyes go wide and he says what youâre thinking, âMy girl? Iâd faint if he called me that. You owe me,â he points at you.
You blow a kiss at Wade and he pretends to catch it, pressing it to his lap. You roll your eyes and smile, waving at him, âYou heard him, weâve got stuff to do.â
The almost animalistic smirk Logan gives you when Wade is gone should scare you, but it only makes you want him more. He picks you up in his arms, carrying you to his room. You canât wait for whatâs to come.
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how does this man never disappoint me. what is in the water
#film: sam bahadur#sam bahadur#vicky kaushal#sanya malhotra#fatima sana shaikh#neeraj kabi#govind namdev#mohammed zeeshan ayyub#bollywood#local gay watches Bollywood.txt#finally watched Sam Bahadur and Vicky blew it out of the f*cking water hello!!!!!!!!!#like i said he's a chameleon when he acts and he uses that to his advantage i couldn't even recognize him at some points#tbh the war scenes weren't all that interesting. mostly bc i knew he wouldn't die but the politics. the maneuverings in Delhi and#the personal relationships that is my SH*T#the energy between him and Fatima as Manekshaw and Indira....................... i could eat that up with a spoon for the next#two weeks i can see why Sanya here was not thrilled whenever she called sksksksk that was some palpable ass sh*t on my screen#and Yahya?????? oh that hurt. idk what shifted for him to just go off the f*cking rails like that but the way they had that one shot#of Vicky watching those two soldiers ride on the motorcycle together and you just knew he was remembering everything before#the Partition. f*ck the British fr fr and f*ck the Americans too (as was evident by that brilliant scene at breakfast where Kissinger#was as much of a bitch in film as he was in real life. thank you for putting him in his place amen)
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rose creek motel
pairing â motel!worker!jake x (f) reader
genre .. warnings â smut, age gap (18+), drowning, noncon, baby trapping, unprotected sex, oral, angst
summary â after eighteen years of complying with the rules of your domineering parents, you finally decide itâs time to wipe the slate clean and move away. rose creek motel is nothing in the grand scheme of your life, especially with a history of serial killers lurking around, but when you meet jake, you decide that youâre not in any hurry after all.
wc â 15.8k
a/n â originally posted on my blog revehae, i am not plagiarizing myself. jakeâs 27 for the plot. as always, feedback is appreciated! before you read, heed the warnings. i do not intend to glorify age gaps or predatory behaviors.
donât like it, donât read.
after a three-hour train ride to another city and another hour of wandering, you were thrilled to stumble across a motel before dusk. at first, there didnât seem to be any nearby.
it was a smaller one, not part of any major chains throughout the country. there didnât appear to be many staff nor customers. there was one dude who checked you in at the front desk and maybe a handful of cars in the lot.
not that it mattered. you wouldnât be here long enough to be concerned about the sheer size of the place. a few days, maybe less, but certainly not more. the grand city of newark was waiting for you and you were borderline impatient to get there. but on the other hand, you wanted to savor this little trip.Â
it would mark the first of your own, and the true beginning of your lifelong journey to find yourself.
any other person most likely would have been desperate to kick off their shoes and head to their room for the night, but the creek across the road from the motel caught your eye. you rushed over in spite of your aching feet as though it wouldnât be there tomorrow, ambling along the riverbank.Â
the waters rushed and crashed into slew of rocks, and you closed your eyes as you took in the sound. you could hear birds singing late afternoon songs and the rustling of trees in the early march spring.Â
footsteps behind you startled you out of your peace. your foot slipped and your body lurched forward. had not a pair of big, burly arms clasped around you tightly, you would have slipped into the tiny creek.Â
you glanced up in shock, meeting a handsome pair of innocent eyes. âsorry, i didnât mean to scare you,â he said, pulling you away from the bank.Â
when you were safely on your own feet again, the handsome stranger released you. you straightened your skirt and smiled up at him. âitâs fine. thank you for catching me.â
âno problem. it would have been my fault if you fell.â he introduced, âiâm jake. i work at the motel across here.â
you glanced back at the motel, as if you hadnât seen it before. âoh,â you said, surprised. but the uniform clinging to him gave that away. ânot much staff, huh?â
jake smiled. he had deep, adorable dimples. âwell, we are a pretty small motel. we do what we can with what we have.â
âdo you get a lot of visitors?â
âusually just people with a road trip gone bad,â jake said. âiâd ask what a girl like you is doing out here by yourself, but i donât want to seem like a creep.â
you laughed, wondering how that would be possible. when you were as handsome as this boy was, it wouldâve been more difficult. âno, itâs okay. iâm actually not having a car trouble. i got here by train. iâm on my way to newark.â
ânewark,â jake repeated, seemingly interested. âwhere from?â
âboston,â you chirped. âiâm starting afresh. my birthday was a few days ago and as my parents like to put it, iâve âgone rogue.ââ
jakeâs eyes went a little wider in surprise. âhappy belated birthday,â he said. âhow old are you now?â
you shrugged, deciding not to reveal too much information. you were maybe naive to a fault, but not a complete idiot. âthatâs a secret. iâm an adult, though.â
jake snickered. âthatâs obvious. you checked yourself into the motel, didnât you?â
well, that was true. but the exterior of the building seemed so shady, youâd initially doubted they would even bother with identification. you were grateful they didnât require you to be twenty-one. a second longer of wandering and you would have collapsed on the side of the road.Â
ignoring his question, you gave one of your own. âhow old are you?â
mocking you, jake put a finger to his lip and said, âthatâs a secret. but iâm an adult, too.â
you shook your head, but there was an amused smile on your face. âfair enough,â you mumbled, turning towards the creek.
jakeâs attention shifted with yours. âitâs called rose creek, our namesake,â he told you. ânot much to see out here.â
âthatâs not true,â you disagreed. âthereâs a ton to see in nature. you just have to open your eyes and look.â
jake seemed amused, giving you a look.Â
noticing his furrowed brows, you pointed towards the middle of the water. âlook,â you said softly. âthereâs a cute little baby turtle right there. they love creeks, because theyâre an easy place to find tasty victims.â
jakeâs eyes focused, landing on what he had thought was a rock and only noticed upon further inspection was indeed a turtle, chilling in its leathery shell. âdamn, youâve got a good eye.â
you giggled. âi grew up near a creek. you learn to pick up on those sort of things.â
âah,â jake replied, nodding his understanding. âshould we name it?â
âwhat would we name it?â
jake shrugged. âsquirtle.â
that almost prompted you to roll your eyes. âthatâs too clichĂ©.â
âthen, what do you suggest?â jake asked with a grin, crossing his arms.Â
âi donât know,â you mumbled. âdonatello.â
jake snickered. âand thatâs any better?â
you threw up your hands. âokay. fine. how about⊠archie.â
well, that was different from the other suggestions. âwhy archie?â
âbecause turtles remind me of that one studio ghibli film about the red turtle,â you told him, lowering your head shyly as you explained yourself. âand when i think of red, i think of that guy from riverdale.â
âisnât that that show about teens dying?â
you shrugged. âdonât know. never watched it.â
something about that was amusing to jake and he decided that your suggestion was fitting. âalright. then, archie it is.â
you beamed.Â
âwell, itâs getting dark. i donât think i have to tell you not to wander too late. you seem like a smart girl,â jake said.
you glanced around at the shadows falling onto the rustling trees and the last gleams of todayâs light shimmering on the creek. âyouâre right. i should head up,â you replied, turning to face him. âhave a good night, jake.â
when you turned away, jake realized he never got your name.
after a long night of trying to catch up on some much-needed sleep, you decided to head down to the pool. it was nice to see a motel with a couple of accommodations. they would make a good enough resting spot before you returned to your travels tomorrow.
there were a number of lounge chairs facing the pool, but instead you chose to climb into a hammock a few feet away from it. it was a nice spring day, neither too hot nor too cold, and you folded your arms behind your head while fighting the urge to close your eyes.
there werenât a lot of people staying at or near the hotel, so you werenât surprised to be alone. to think of it, you hadnât seen anyone but a couple of staff. although you did walk past a room blasting heavy rock.
you heard footsteps, and turned to see jake, sporting his burgundy uniform. he had a cart of towels, probably coming to restock. âjake,â you called out.
jake blinked up in surprise, likely not expecting to see you there. but when he did, he smiled and started to step over. âhey,â he said, digging his hands in his pockets. âyou never told me your name.â
âwhoops. silly me,â you replied, then told him your name.Â
you watched him process it, as if he was deciding in his head whether he liked it or not. he repeated it quietly to himself and said, âthatâs very pretty.â
âthanks,â you replied, bursting into giggles. âhowâs work going so far?â
âoh, you know,â jake started, gesturing over to his cart with his shoulder. ânothing new. i never thought i would complain about not having enough work to do.â
you snorted. âi get what you mean. i was a camp counselor one summer. those kids drove me mad, you know. but when they were gone, i cried.â
there was a shimmer in jakeâs eyes. âdo you like kids?â
âyeah. they can be a handful, but theyâre delightful. honestly, i donât trust anyone who doesnât like kids. how can you be mad at someone so innocent and full of life?â
jake nodded his agreement. âi realized a long time ago that people who donât like kids are always bitter and unhappy with their own lives.â
that made you snicker, and the more you thought about it, he was probably right. âlook at that. projection at its finest.â
âcan i ask a personal question?â
âsure,â you said reluctantly. âwhatâs on your mind?â
jake seemed to hesitate, battling with himself in his head for a long minute before he asked, âwould you ever have kids?â
that wasnât so bad of a question. you hummed, not really having to think about it. you already knew your answer. âiâve dreamt of settling down and having kids with the right person since i was young.â
jake gawked a bit. âreally?â
âyes, really,â you told him, laughing at his astonishment. âi guess you can say iâve always had big dreams. is that surprising?â
âno, itâsâŠ,â jake trailed, finding no words. âthose big dreams of yours. they couldnât happen in boston?â
now that was a bit more personal. you blew out a breath. âwell,â you began, glancing at the unnervingly still pool. âi just wanted a new environment.â
jake was tempted to press, to figure you out even more, but he didnât want to risk startling you off. âmaybe you were fated to stop by a really old motel in the middle of nowhere.â
âand meet you?â
something about that made jake smile. you were so smart. âand meet me,â he repeated.
by now, you knew that jake was kind of into you, the same way you were kind of into him. so, you decided to test the waters. âtoo bad that iâm leaving tomorrow,â you murmured quietly.Â
jake heard you, and he frowned, though there was nothing he could do. itâs not like he expected you to put your whole life on hold for a guy youâd just met.
or maybe there was something he could do. âwhat if i gave you a couple of days on the house?â jake asked.
your eyes flitted up at his deep brown pair. âreally?â
jake nodded. âwhatâs a few days?â
he had a solid point there. what was a few days? newark would still be there later on, and plus you had been taking your sweet time to make it there anyways. you werenât in a hurry to get to this new life.
âthen, i guess iâd stay,â you said, grinning wildly.
jake mimicked a victorious grin. âi think iâd like it if you stayed much longer than that, but i know youâve got big plans.â
in all honesty, that surprised you a little. he was talking to you as if you had been here weeks, and not less than twenty-four hours. âwhat would someone like me do in connecticut?â
jake shrugged. âweâve got⊠yale.â
you snorted. âand what makes you think iâm smart enough to get into yale?â
âactually, a lot of things. but iâd better get to work before i get caught slacking on the job,â jake said, pointing to a camera projecting from the side of the motel that had a complete overview of the pool.
you gawked. âthose things work?â
jake laughed at your surprise. it was addictively cute, seeing his dimples deepen and his eyes sparkle. âyouâre surprised?â
âa little bit,â you confessed quietly.
to your surprise, jakeâs hand softly brushed your arm. it was so gentle, so fleeting, you couldâve convinced yourself it never happened had you not felt a lingering tickle where heâd touched you. âsee you around,â he said to you featherly.
âsee you,â you replied in a small voice, having lost it all. your eyes were fixed to his back as he walked away.
damn it, you were wanting more of this guy you barely knew.
almost half an hour passed before you eventually decided to head back up to your room. you wanted nothing more than to get to know jake better, but you would never interfere with a manâs pay. plus you were pretty confident that he would come to you when he was free enough.
there was a guy hovering over the railing next to your room, because he had been staying in the one beside yours. there was a joint between his fingers, although you had noted a couple of signs prohibiting it, not that anyone seemed to care. the stench of marijuana was all you could smell when you passed certain doors.
you had expected to slip past him and enter your room without interruption, so imagine your shock when he said, âi wouldnât walk around here wearing stuff like that if i were you.â
like first nature, you tightened the towel around you. âexcuse me?âÂ
the man didnât look at you, facing the world. you could see the creek from here, and that was where his gaze seemed to be rooted, too. âwhen youâve lived as long as me, you know things,â he told you. âyou see that creek over there? a lot of bodies used to turn up there in the eighties. young girls that stayed here a night or two.â
you said nothing, because you had nothing to say. the obvious discomfort on your face was enough.Â
âiâm just saying. you look like youâre alone. wouldnât want anything bad happening to you,â he said, putting out the joint and walking away.
well, that was single-handedly the weirdest interaction youâd had at this motel so far. you hurried to unlock your room, immediately locking the door behind yourself.
you tried not to think much of it as you changed clothes, but you couldnât help but wonder if that man was telling the truth or if heâd just had a little too much to smoke. either way, it was over twenty years ago. jake had mentioned nothing to you about any serial killers.
then again, he was clearly trying to get you to stay. the last thing he wouldâve wanted was to scare you off.
chill the fuck out. just donât hang around any old people. like that guy, you told yourself, comforting.
given that you didnât go out again that day, you didnât see jake at all until you finally emerged from your room the next afternoon in pursuit of a late breakfast. but when you glanced across the railing, you saw a figure all too familiar facing the creek.
forgoing breakfast for now, you raced downstairs and headed the road. they werenât busy at all, although you still had a habit of checking before you crossed.Â
jake heard you approaching, but didnât turn around to face you. âhow come i just know that itâs you?â he asked.Â
you snickered, but it wasnât like too many people would be strolling around this creek out of a curious interest. âmaybe i have really distinguishable footsteps?â
laughing, jake finally met your eyes and beckoned you closer. you obliged, cautiously stepping to his side.
it was quiet for a moment, but it wasnât awkward. the two of you were marveling at the beauty of nature together, enticed by what you saw. it was sunnier today than it was yesterday and sunlight filtered through the trees, shimmering on the water.
âiâve been thinking about what you told me,â jake finally said after a minute or two. âwhen you said thereâs a lot to see in nature. and ever since, iâve been looking and appreciating the little things i didnât notice before. you were right.â
âof course, i am,â you replied, but the cockiness was to hide the flutter of your heart. âwhen iâm sick of human nature, itâs always nice to come back to earth. itâs beautiful.â
jake bobbed his head in agreement. âarchieâs over there.â he pointed somewhere along the far end of the creek. âit likes the sun.â
âyeah. sun basking is, like, a turtleâs favorite hobby,â you said, poking your head out to spot the cute baby turtle. you were grinning from ear to ear.Â
âwhat a simple life,â jake said, lightheartedly shaking his head in envy.
you burst into giggles. but that reminded you of one of the many curious thoughts you had about jake, and you figured now was a great time to ask. âhey, i didnât want to ask this before because i didnât know how you take it. but you donât look like the typical guy in motel business.â
from the look on his face, jake was anything but offended. âitâs my parentsâ business,â he explained. âi just work here part-time.â
âah.â you nodded your understanding, finding that a satisfactory answer. but it only made you want to know who jake was when he wasnât hard at work, donning the family uniform.
then, you remembered what that guy told you about the murders and realized that perhaps jake knew more about if they genuinely existed.Â
jake beat you to a word. âby the way, are you going to tell me how old you really are? because adult could mean youâre twenty-four or forty-two.â
you rolled your eyes. he was being funny. âiâm eighteen.â
âdamn,â jake said, wincing. âiâm nine years older than you.â
that was totally surprising. âreally?â
âyou donât see the wrinkles?â jake asked, pointing to his smooth, wrinkleless face.
god, he was alarmingly handsome. not to mention his skin looked literally poreless. âplease. i thought you were twenty-three at the oldest.â
âthatâs funny,â jake said with amusement. âi thought you were at least old enough to drink. damn, you carry yourself like youâre older.â
that wasnât the first time you had heard something along the line of those words, but damn, this guy was pushing thirty?
jake seemed to have sobered a little the next time you glanced at his face, like he was worried about something. âis it weird now?â
âno,â you told him too quickly, maybe because you didnât want it to be. ânot unless you make it weird.â
it seemed like time stopped and the world was no longer spinning for a minute as you and jake gazed into each otherâs eyes. and the closer he came to you, your noses nearly brushing, the less you could breathe. âam i making it weird?â he whispered.
you couldnât speak, so you simply shook your head, gaze lowering to his perfect lips.
everything happened in an instant. one second, you were thinking about how he was perfect from head to toe, and the very next, your heart was soaring as his lips met yours. your eyes fluttered closed, and you felt as if you were being whisked away into a wonderland.
the two of you kissed with heat and passion, overcome with the urge to swallow one another whole, and jake was somewhat surprised by how talented of a kisser you were. the feeling was mutual. you had kissed a handful of boys, but never any with this much finesse.
maybe you had been wanting to kiss jake this whole time, and never knew until you had him.
jake broke away after a moment or two, impressed that you werenât the first to tap out. something about kissing you was addictive. damn, it made a pretty picture in his head, your arms thrown around his neck and his on your back.
âdamn, baby,â jake said, catching his breath. âwhereâd you learn to kiss like that?â
you peered up at him with a smile, wondering if he somehow got even handsomer in the time your eyes had been closed. âyou say i carry myself like iâm older than i am. well, my folks would beg to differ.â
that answer was vague as hell, but jake understood what you meant perfectly. âah, teenage rebellion? you make out with a lot of guys to piss your parents off?â
âsure, letâs go with that,â you mumbled, still none too keen on disclosing what was officially your old life. then, you caught a glimpse of his lips, and burst into laughter. âyouâve got a little something there.â
âyeah?â jake asked, swiping his thumb over a lipgloss stain that youâd left on the corner of his mouth.
âa little bit to the left,â you told him, trying - and failing miserably - to keep a straight face. âno, my left.â
jake pretended to get annoyed, grumbling, âif i kiss you again, will it matter that i wipe it off?â
at the thought of kissing jake again, your heart skipped a beat or two, but you tried not to show it on your face. âi think that would defeat the purpose.â
jake smiled, and before you knew it, your lips were pressed together again. all you could hear was the obvious wet smacking of your lips, the soft murmuring of the wind, and the quiet rippling of the water.
but you could feel his touch, his hand gingerly falling from the middle of your back to the apex of your thighs. jake pulled away from your lips again, but only to kiss you on your jaw and neck. and everything about it made you feel hot inside out, as if you were scalding.
feeling you tensing beneath his fingertips, jake grinned smugly. he leaned into your ear, whispering, âhow about we head up to your room, yeah?â
you were no idiot. it was plain what that meant and a kind of nervous excitement settled in the pit of your stomach like a kaleidoscope of butterflies. âokay,â you replied, letting him take you by the hand.
almost the second you were safely behind closed doors, jake pressed you against the nearest wall and kissed you fiercely. although you were taken by surprise, you returned the kiss with the same amount of fervor, slightly sticking your tongue into his mouth.
mischief curled onto jakeâs lips, pleasantly surprised by all the little things you were initiating. his hands slowly wandered down your body for a minute, one hand at your ass and the other cupping your breasts over your shirt. you made a soft breathy noise that had jake scorching with the itch to fuck you, and it only increased tenfold when he noticed your eager hands fumbling with the buckle on his belt.
while your fingers were hard at work, jakeâs were too, waiting for the perfect time to slip underneath your shirt. you shuddered when the tips of his fingers brushed against your stiff nipples, whispering jakeâs name.Â
âcome over here,â jake said, leading you over to the bed.Â
he gently lowered you down onto the mattress and started to undress you piece by piece in between kisses, pressing his lips against every bit he exposed. it was all you could do to contain your agitation, holding your breath as his face crept lower.Â
to keep the more uneasy thoughts out of your head, you focused on jake, asking, âarenât you on the clock?â
âthatâs the thing about working for your parents,â jake said without looking up, giving his undivided attention to your legs as he yanked your skirt off. âwhat are the odds that theyâll fire their only son?â
âoh,â you said. he did look damn fine in that burgundy uniform, but you wouldâve liked to see him without it on.
the more naked you became, jake saw the way you shuddered nervously, and chuckled quietly to himself. âyouâve never done this before.â
he wasnât asking. that was clear by his tone. it was an astute observation that you couldnât even deny.
you frowned. âis it obvious?â
âa little bit,â jake replied honestly, smiling at you. âi was a virgin before, too.â
you grinned bashfully. not a second later, your eyes made the mistake of glancing down and getting a eyeful of the imprint of his dick, and you looked away, swallowing the lump in your throat. âi donât mind kissing assholes, but they say that your body is a temple, and iâve never met anyone worthy, i guess.â
jake raised a brow and pressed, âuntil now?â
that made you chuckle. jake was very good at reading in between the lines, like you. âuntil now,â you repeated. âyouâre my first.â
âand hopefully your last,â jake flirted.
the stupidest smile was on your face. it was a foolish thing to hope, all things considered, but it made you feel pined after. âjake, what was your first time like?â you asked.
jake seemed a little grim when he heard your question, but before you could apologize for potentially overstepping, he replied, âit was with someone i had been with for a very long time, and thought i would be with forever.â
there was no doubt in your mind that it had been someone jake loved and lost, and you couldnât help but feel for him.Â
not wanting the mood to shift, jake quickly changed the topic back to you, and everything he wanted to do to you. âtrust me,â he said. âiâm going to do everything i can to make sure that even if you go, you never forget me.â
you barely had time to respond before jake tugged your panties away, dragging a pair of fingers through your wet folds. you made a tiny noise as he used them to gauge how wet you were. dissatisfied, he sank to his knees, lips meeting your folds.Â
jake darted his tongue out, circling your sensitive clit immediately after. you hadnât expected the sensation to be so sharp, especially so soon, and you gasped, thighs tensing together. jake got a hold of them and kept them apart as he pleased, making you take every second.Â
âjaâŠ,â you rasped, unable to get his full name out.Â
jake grinned, lips curling against your pussy. damn, you were a sensitive one. if you were reacting like this already, what would you do when he got inside you?
you squirmed as jake continued to go down on you, but it was useless. he was so strong, holding you in place as your body reacted to every single swipe of his tongue against your bundle of nerves. it was too much stimulation and yet jake didnât seem to be bothered, thriving on your pleasure.
god, every sound you made was a whimper of jakeâs name. he couldnât deny that it made his dick twitch in his underwear, aching to be buried balls deep inside you, but he was holding out for your sake. as badly as he wanted to fuck you senseless, he wanted your first time together to be unforgettable for the right reasons even more.
if he didnât, what would make him any different from those assholes you let kiss you purely to make some kind of rebellious statement?
jake didnât want to be a statement, the thing you fell back to after all else had failed. he wanted to be the answer, the one to stitch you back together, the one you crashed into when the tides got high.
you had never felt anything like this before in your entire life. of course, there had been plenty times where you had gotten yourself off, but you had never known pleasure of this magnitude until now. your own hands had nothing on jakeâs and his damn skilled mouth.
jake liked how sensitive your body was. it was all too easy to get a reaction out of you, and he was so attracted to how you couldnât help but respond to every suck and lick, shuddering in his grasp without control.
âjake, i canâtâŠ,â you trailed, fingers desperate to clasp something, to anchor yourself. you would have wound them through his hair, but you were afraid of accidentally hurting him, and settled for the sheets.
âyes, you can,â he said, pulling away from your dripping cunt for a few seconds. âyouâre doing good, baby. cum on my tongue.â
it felt as if you were going to burst from the inside and you didnât really want him to stop, regardless of how incessant the pleasure was. no matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to keep still. you wanted more than you knew your body could handle.
to say nothing of the fact that jake was doing everything in his power to drag you to your breaking point. he knew exactly what to do to have you crying out his name. for a moment or three, he had you convinced that he was everything you ever wanted. now, it was too hard to think.
in a matter of minutes, you were coming undone with a whimper so sharp you were certain your temporary neighbor would come knocking on the door.
âthatâs it,â jake crooned with the slyest fucking grin on his face, replacing his tongue with a pair of hefty fingers.
you tried to shove his hand away, the stimulation tearing you to shreds, but jake was keen on breaking you down until you couldnât be destroyed any further. until he had ruined you for any other man.
your bare chest heaved violently as you fought to catch your breath, blinking a couple times to clear the wet daze of your eyes. there was nothing you could do except silently gawk at jake like he had singlehandedly just stolen your heart.
he finally pulled away, smugly asking, âneed a break?â
after a few seconds of gathering your bearings, you rose to your knees and grabbed jake by the back of his head to bring his lips to yours, pulling him down to the creaky mattress beneath you. jake was surprised, but he liked how assertive you were, resting his hands at the back of your legs and letting you sink your weight onto him.Â
it was criminal how good of a kisser he was. and if that didnât already have you dripping, then the way he touched you all over would have. you felt his hard dick against your thigh and couldnât think of a time where you had wanted anything so badly.Â
âtake these off,â you said to him when you pulled away from his mouth, tapping his underwear. âand i want to be on top.â
jake snickered in amusement. âwhatever she wants,â he said, reaching for his underwear the second you climbed off.
your mouth ran dry the moment you caught a glimpse of jakeâs intimidatingly thick length and you were certain that he was going to split you in half. you desperately didnât want to come off as a shy virgin, but every second that passes made you slightly antsy.
fortunately, there was something to steal your attention away from jakeâs impressively large size, and your entire demeanor shifted. âwait, fuck. do you have a condom?â
âclose your eyes,â jake said.Â
you immediately furrowed your brows, wondering what he was up to.Â
noticing your wariness, jake added reassuringly, âfive seconds. come on, i wonât do anything weird. i promise.â
reluctance was written all over your face in a large bold font and you had your doubts, but you chose to trust him, watching the back of your eyelids and counting up to five in your head.Â
when your eyes fluttered open, jake was grinning like an idiot with a condom between his fingers.
you gawked, astonished. âwhereâd you get that from so fast - up your ass?â
jake burst into laughter and only said, âa magician never reveals his secrets.â
âgive me this,â you said, taking the condom packet out of his hands to tear it open.Â
âbossy,â jake mumbled under his breath.
that made you giggle, gingerly placing the condom over the head of his cock, and jake noticed how your bottom lip stuck out when you were heavily concentrated.
you were too enamored with his dick to notice that he was staring at you as though you were the prettiest thing in the whole universe. for some odd reason, the more you looked at it, the less scary it seemed. âitâs actually kind of cute.â
jake wasnât expecting to hear those words and it completely snapped him out of his little daze. you glanced up at him when you heard him quietly snickering. âyouâre something else, you know?â he asked.
âi know,â you replied, having heard many things along the lines of that statement. âyou ready?â
it was ironic that you were the one asking him, but jake played along anyway. âshow me what you got, baby.â
you moved to straddle him again, raising yourself over his size and grabbing him in your hands to steadily lower yourself. the two of you sighed together in unison as your slick walls clamped around him.
there was one reason why you firmly chose to be on top and that was because you wanted to directly control the pace in case things got to be too much for you. you took your sweet time to sink down deeper and deeper, never too keen on doing too much too fast. in spite of the great lengths jake went to prepare you, it was still a tight fit.
it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, as if you were choking on your own breaths, and your heart was pounding louder than ever.
âthatâs it, baby,â jake said, gathering your soft thighs in his big hands. âis it too big for you?â
you shook your head, having your pride to protect and defend with your entire body. âno, i can take it.â
jake grinned proudly. âi know you can. thatâs my girl.â
now that was a sure-fire way to get you hot and bothered. your heart fluttered at the praise and you hid your smile in your elbow, tempted to ride the soul out of him.
you were maybe somewhat impressed by how deep inside of you jake was and definitely plenty aroused. you had feared how far he could go, but now that your cunt was involuntarily tightening around him, gushing around him hotly, it was everything you wanted.
jake was as astonished by you as you were by him, watching you take his cock like a fucking champ. you may have been fighting to let all of him inside, but you were doing a mighty good job, all things considered. there werenât too many girls heâd had with your determination to ride.
you had finally found a comfortable pace and although there was a little pain, the rapture on your expression was something that you couldnât deny. you were watching jake watch you, noticing his face tense in a similar manner beneath you.Â
and it was to die for.Â
âoh my god,â you moaned, hands falling down onto his naked chest.Â
jake couldnât help but think the same thing with how you were gripping him for dear life and he was barely holding it together. to say nothing of the way you were crying out his name again like it was the only word you knew. he couldnât help but think about how nobody else had ever heard your lips part open to whimper their name.Â
and he would be keeping it that way, no matter the measures he had to take to ensure he kept you in his big, strong arms.Â
you leaned into jake, pressing your lips to his as you fucked yourself on him. the tiny room was overwhelmed with sound, the bed creaking and your lips locking, and your bodies meeting in a loud wet smack. something about it turned you on more than you thought you were capable.Â
jake thought he could watch you on top of him for hours upon hours. his hands wandered to your breasts as you kissed him, tenderly fondling them and brushing his thumbs over your stiff tits. you were riding him into the night like there was no tomorrow, like you had something to prove, and he loved every second of it.
the softest of whimpers escaped your mouth when you pulled back, brushing your hair behind your ears. you couldnât fathom the ecstasy hanging over you, blindsiding you. maybe it was in your head, but you swore you could feel him in the pit of your stomach, and you didnât know whether that was normal or not.
jake affectionately gathered your hands in his, holding them as you desperately tried to anchor yourself and make sense of the many things you were feeling at once.
it wasnât an overstatement to say that you were seeing stars. you and jake were getting each other off, every guttural sound he made taking you to the moon, and every twist your face made sending him crashing into the atmosphere.
you were flush against him, kneading his cock perfectly, and that made jake mumble curses underneath his breath. âgoddamn, beautiful. slow down,â he said.
but you didnât want to slow down the pace, you only wanted to keep the fire burning. you laughed breathlessly and teased, âwhy? is it too much for you?â
jake chuckled and swore as he closed his eyes, not wanting to admit that you were unraveling him quicker than heâd expected. if this was your first time, why did it feel like you were deflowering him, exposing him to a kind of euphoria that was unlike anything he had felt before.Â
he had been intent on dragging things out, but you were making him weak underneath your fingertips. damn, he wanted to thrust his hips up into yours, but he had a feeling you wanted to take the lead, for your own sake.Â
âmaybe it is,â jake confessed, much to your surprise. âmaybe youâre getting me off too fast and itâs hurting my pride.â
âcum, baby,â you whispered sultrily, wanting to see a guy like him fold under pressure. it would be like making a grown man cry. âi want to see it.â
jake sucked in a breath at those words, accepting his fate. you were bringing him closer to the end and there was nothing that he could do about it, even if he wanted to.
you were glistening in coats of sweat from head to toe, and your thighs were starting to ache, but all you had to do was hold on for a little while longer. it was obvious that jake wasnât far from the finish line, and in truth, neither were you.
it didnât help that jake was unintentionally imagining things that would get him off sooner. thoughts of you were all that occupied him, picturing how it feel to fuck you raw and hard, holding you squarely beneath him. you were pretty on top of him, but he was enamored with how you had squirmed and cried out underneath him, too.
you had forgotten about everything else in the entire world while you rode jake to the ends of it and back. no part of you thought about your hectic life back home, about the life youâd planned in boston, and everything in between.
the only thing on your mind was jake and in spite of being totally consumed by something, it was the most peaceful your thoughts had been in months.
you could feel jakeâs eyes rooted on you and glanced down to meet his gaze, noticing him smiling up at you. when he looked at you like that, he made you feel so wanted. you were naked and bare in front of him, in a literal sense, and heâd accepted every piece of you.
âwhat are you smiling at, silly?â you asked in between thick breaths.Â
âyou,â jake replied, like it was obvious. âyouâre so damn beautiful, you know. i could fuck you forever.â
not wanting to show how much that had gotten to you, you quipped, âi think iâm the one doing the fucking here.â
jake chuckled, and you thought it was because of what you had said, but he had felt you pulsing around his cock, and he was amused by how easy it was.
the room was getting hotter than ever and it was becoming harder to breathe with the stuffy air. you almost thought that your skin was on fire, and you were scalding on the inside. you were going even harder now, chasing relief.
jake was losing his self-control and he couldnât help but lift his hips into yours, making you gasp loudly. your head leaned back as you both rocked your hips, desperately trying to finish yourselves.
âjake,â you cried out again, tightening your hold on your hands to ground yourself like you thought you might fly off somewhere.
âiâm right here, darling,â jake crooned, holding your hands firmly. âiâm not going anywhere.â
you nodded your head, trusting him, giving in to him.Â
everything after that was almost a blur. the rapture had you lightheaded, and all you remembered was the heat spitting through your core and your toes curling.Â
but jake remembered so much more than that. he could picture the exact look on your face that did it for him, unraveling him, sending him cursing at the stars. the tremble that shuddered through his thighs as his cock twitched. he remembered the way your pussy throttled him as you orgasmed, moaning his name.Â
when it was over, you collapsed onto his chest, panting and heaving as if you had ran a marathon together.Â
neither of you made a move to shift positions for a long while, jake simply admiring the feeling of your bodies sticking together. âare you okay?â
you weakly nodded your head. that word was an understatement, but you didnât have the strength in your bones to muster a better one yet. few pleasures came close to the kind you were currently reaping the afterhighs of.Â
god, you werenât stupid enough to throw everything away for some boy youâd just met, but he made you want to.Â
jake preciously kissed your neck and shoulders. âgo to the bathroom,â he whispered. âiâll go in after you.â
âokay,â you replied obediently, starting to peel yourself off him, until you had a thought. âare you gonna stay?â
jakeâs brows furrowed. âdo you want me to stay?â
of course, you did. you had just lost your virginity to him in the best way possible, exposed yourself to him in a way no one else had ever seen, including yourself. not only that, but considering you were a young girl in the middle of essentially nowhere, being around a kindhearted, strong guy made you feel safer.
âplease,â you said, wanting to be nowhere else but in his arms for the meantime.Â
jake smiled and kissed you again, the corner of your mouth this time. âokay, but i have to leave early in the morning. i canât slack off forever.â
you did the same, throwing your arms around his neck, before bringing your lips to his neck and whispering, âcouldnât you?â
âyou drive me insane, woman,â jake groaned, sensing himself getting riled up again.Â
you giggled, finally crawling off him and heading towards the bathroom, but not before demanding, âdonât move.â
jake had no place else that heâd rather be, even if he was in some moderately crappy motel that was understaffed and a playground to creeps. you were there, so it might as well have been like home.
when you returned to the room, jake was still there, only he had disposed of the condom now and he was no longer naked. he went in after you, like he said he would, and came back to also find you redressed.
well, sort of. beyond putting back on your bra and panties, your efforts were a little more nonexistent.
âwell, now i feel overdressed,â was the first thing jake said when he came back.Â
you burst into giggles. âbecause you are.â
with that, jake stripped down to his undershirt and boxers and came to join you on the bed, melting into your side. he couldnât help but steal a few more kisses, completely under your spell now.Â
the two of you got comfortable. it was clear that jake had no intention of returning to work tonight and had the motel been busier, you wouldâve urged him back to his shift. rose creek would be fine without him for a few hours, maybe longer.
you were more important, and jake seemed to think so too, eager to know you better. âso,â he started. âdoes your family know youâre in connecticut right now?â
you couldnât help but laugh. âhell no. as far as they know, i just vanished in the middle of the night. i didnât tell them i was going to boston, either. i probably shouldâve picked somewhere down south, or on the west coast, but i donât think theyâd bother looking.â
jake frowned the more he heard your words, displeased by how much strife it seemed you had with your own blood. âwhy not? disobedient soul or not, youâre still their flesh.â
try telling them that, please, you thought, but didnât say. âbecause iâm the black sheep,â you explained. âiâm the child that didnât want to be a doctor or a lawyer.â
âwhat do you want to be?â jake asked, pulling you closer. looking at you as if he genuinely wanted to know.
it surprised you, because rarely did you meet anyone who seemed to have cared. âa vet,â you grumbled, feeling stupid.
ânow thatâs a surprise,â jake replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. and when you smiled an inch, he felt like he was getting somewhere. âbut i think it suits you. youâd be a great vet.â
your cheeks were burning. it was embarrassing and heartwarming at the same time to have your aspirations validated for once. it was too strange for you and you said, âiâm talking about myself too much. what about you? you said this was part-time. do you have a full-time job?â
âto be honest, i havenât really worked a lot since i graduated. my parents own a lot of property in the state and this is just one of them. the others are better, i promise,â jake said.
for some reason, that made a lot of sense. jake seemed a little too extravagant for this sort of environment. âyou know, that clears up a lot questions i had about you. but then, why work here instead of someplace better?â
âin case you havenât noticed, hardly anyone comes out here.â
you snickered to yourself when you realized the appeal of working here for a guy like jake. fewer crowds, fewer interactions, and more excuses to be sleeping around with pretty girls instead of legitimately working.
âbut i do work for certain things. i didnât have everything handed to me,â jake said to clarify. âiâve been trying to settle down. i know it doesnât look like it right now, but i have. and i want to give my future family everything.â
that didnât surprise you either, but it did garner your attention. âoh?â
jake nodded. âyup. my parents have been begging me to bring a girl home for three, four years now. they said that they know iâll be married someday, but theyâre not as confident that theyâll be around to see it.â
considering that jake did come across as slow and steady, for the most part at least, you laughed, because the only reason they werenât right to be unconfident was jakeâs good looks and charming personality.Â
you tossed an arm over him, peering into his eyes. âwhatâs stopping you?â
jake shrugged. if he had it his way, he wouldâve brought someone home forever ago, but heâd found that few things went according to plan in his love life. âhavenât found the one, i guess.â
that was fair. you wanted a family too someday, but never in your life had you met somebody that you would let do more than kiss you, until jake.Â
âthe thing with love is that itâs trial and error,â jake told you, coming from a place of obvious experience. âso many girls i thought were perfect, until they showed me their true colors. and it hurts to cut them loose, but you have to.â
âi wouldnât know,â you mumbled. âiâve never been in love.â
jakeâs eyes fell down to your gorgeous hand that was resting above his happy trail and smiled to himself. âyou will be, iâm sure. i think love is out there for all of us, patiently waiting.â
you furrowed your brows, like those were the last words you expected to here out of his mouth. âso, youâre one of those.â
the look on jakeâs face matched yours. âone of what?â
âa hopeless romantic,â you sighed, but there was a smile on your face.Â
jake laughed. âi guess you could say that, but i just tell people that iâm ambitious.â
âwell, mister ambitious,â you said, stifling a yawn. âiâm sleepy, and youâve worn me out for one day. promise to tell me more about yourself tomorrow?â
jake nodded, then leaned in to kiss your cheek. âi promise. i get off early tomorrow, so weâll have more time together. goodnight, baby.â
âgoodnight, jake,â you whispered, snuggling into his chest.
like he couldnât get enough of you, jake gave you one final kiss on your forehead before he turned off the lamp on the nightstand. he had his arms around you, your back flush against his chest, and you stayed that way until nightâs end.
it was some of the best sleep youâd gotten in a long time. being in jakeâs arms made you feel comfortable, protected. you werenât certain why, but it was like no harm could reach you there. you were untouchable and you didnât have to worry about anything.
when you woke up, you were surprised to still find him there, barely awake himself. âyouâre still here?â you asked, unexpectant.
jake grinned at you when you turned to rest your head on his chest and replied groggily, âi thought iâd stay to hear your pretty voice one more time before i left.â
you rolled your eyes at his obvious flirting, but there was a huge beaming smile on your face and you were kissing him affectionately merely seconds later.
one thing lead to another. you swore you didnât know how it happened. slow, sweet kisses were met by languid, intentional touches, until jake was on top of you, fucking every bit of sleepiness out of your body.
the tiniest moans escaped you as jake rocked his hips into you, slow and gentle, and you clung onto his forearms to anchor yourself back down to earth. he was whispering dirty little nothings in your ear, telling you how good you were to him, unraveling by the minute.Â
it just felt too good having him inside you, filling you to the hilt and making your bodies seem inseparable. you loved being tangled together, limb to limb, pleasuring each other like there was no other option. it was the first time you had craved someone so desperately.Â
you didnât want to get out of bed when he was gone. you had all the energy in the world, but you were unfathomably sore. somehow, in a good way. you liked feeling the traces of jake in your bones long after he had slipped away.Â
deciding not to rot in bed while you waited for him to return, you got up to take a shower and rinse away the scent of sex from your body. it would be a while, anyway. jake had mentioned something about going back to his place for a minute.Â
part of you wanted to feel guilty for keeping him overnight, but you couldnât. not when you knew that he had enjoyed it as much as you had. you wanted jake, and he wanted you. there were no doubts.Â
drying off, you noticed that you had used the last towel and you would need more to cover the last two days of your extended stay here. you got dressed and headed down to the main lobby, requesting some from the guy that had been working the desk since you got there.Â
you leaned against the wall while you waited, your thoughts naturally wandering off to jake and his handsome face and stupidly adorable dimples. and maybe his unthinkably talented cock, but only for a second or two. maybe three.
it was strange that he had been the only thing you knew your entire time here, and even then, you barely knew him. under different circumstances, you would have wanted to know all there was to know about jake. you would always remember him, even when he was forever gone.Â
âthose towels you wanted,â said the guy working the desk, snapping you out of your daydream.Â
you walked up to the desk, smiling kindly as you accepted them. âthank you. sorry for the inconvenience.â
âitâs fine. have a good day,â he replied, smiling back suspiciously wide.Â
you didnât comment on it, wishing him the same and heading for the door.Â
before you could reach it though, you heard his voice again. âby the way, i heard you getting it good when i was making my rounds,â he told you slyly. âhow much for the inconvenience?â
dickhead, you thought. your smile dropped and you switched on a dime, shooting him a hefty glare. âiâm not for sale,â you grumbled, storming the fuck out of there.Â
god, why were the interactions you had with men at this motel getting increasingly weirder? had not jake been keeping you around, you would have been on the next train to boston days ago.Â
you were angry as hell at being propositioned for sex by some random stranger, but you tried to let it go. although you would definitely be ranting to jake about it later. speaking of, on the way back to your room, you noticed the door to one a few rooms down was ajar.Â
it was frequented by jake, youâd accidentally noticed. sometimes, you would see him come and go, way too often for any customers to be staying there.
you didnât mean to pry. you had only gone up to check if he had already arrived, but there was no sight of him anywhere. the one thing that was clear was that he spent a hell of a lot of time here.
there werenât too many things, considering he didnât live there, but there were a couple of uneaten snacks sitting on the table. and a purple hair tie that you barely paid any mind to. on the nightstand, there was a framed picture of jake with some girl youâd never seen.
it seemed like they were pretty close, all things considered. he had an arm wound tightly around her, and her head was resting on his shoulder. you werenât jealous, especially considering he looked nearly a decade younger in the picture, and you instead found it cute that he looked so different and not at the same time.Â
given the different trends at the time, his hair was in a completely different style. his cheeks were a little rounder. but he still had the same silly, goofy smile.Â
realizing what you were doing was definitely a major invasion of privacy, you scurried out of there with your towels and headed back to your room to restock.Â
jake came knocking way too many hours later, but the second you heard, you leapt up, swinging the door open and throwing them around his shoulders. âwhat took you so long?â you asked sullenly.Â
jake was pleasantly surprised by the abrupt display of affection, embracing you. âi decided to get everything done so that i could come straight to you, and didnât have to leave.â
well, that made sense. when you pulled back, you noticed that he wasnât in his uniform for a change. âthis is my first time seeing you in normal personâs clothes. you look different. good different.â
âthanks, beautiful,â he replied, sticking his hands in his pockets. âmay i come in?â
you stepped to the side, letting him enter, and shut the door behind him.Â
jake seemed amused when he noticed the television was on, showing some anthropology program he had never watched. âdid i interrupt?â
it took you a second to realize what he meant, but when you did, you were all giggles. âno, youâre way more important.â
jake was glad to hear that. âby the way, did you have fun sneaking into my room?â
the sudden accusation startled you, but you didnât deny what you had done. he somehow clearly already knew that youâd nosed around, and you werenât one to make excuses nor lie. âthat was rude. i shouldâve asked for your permission. iâm sorry.â
something about your sincerity made jake smile and wave it off. âitâs fine. i donât have anything to hide.â
either way, you still felt a little guilty. you wanted to ask him who that girl in the picture was, but you decided that youâd done enough snooping.
noticing the shame on your face, jake beckoned you over, commanding, âcome here.â and when you promptly did as told, he smoothed his fingers through your hair and reassured, âi told you, itâs fine. forget about it. now, talk to me.â
you melted into jakeâs touch, and forgave yourself, forgetting about what you had done, forgetting about all of the awful parts of your day that were no longer relevant now that you were comfortable in jakeâs arms.
minutes turned into hours before you were ready for them to, and you almost couldnât believe how easily you had made a friend out of jake. he was just so easy to talk to, getting you to confess about your less than happy past and chat about your hopes for the future like you were lifelong buddies.
and to your surprise, he made no attempt to try and sleep with you that night. it seemed that jake was fully intent on getting to know you for the young woman that you were.
every now and then, you got the feeling that he was more into you than it was safe for him to be, and more than you could fathom him being so quickly, and knowing that you would be leaving soon, it crushed you. no part of you wanted to see his face when it was time to say goodbye.
but when you woke up the next day, you were smiling. jake had slipped away, something about having errands to run unrelated to work, and you were counting down the seconds until he would come back.Â
it was your last full day together.
the thought saddened and excited you all at once, overwhelming you to the core. you had convinced yourself that although jake had made you feel something nobody else ever had, you would move on the second you got a step closer to bringing your dreams to fruition. but until then, you were a little heartbroken.
you had to be real with yourself for a second. could there be a way for a guy almost a decade older than you to be someone you spent the better half of your life with?
you didnât think so. you and jake led different lives. and while you hoped he would soon find the girl he had long dreamed of, you knew that she wasnât you.Â
who were you to keep him down, when he could be searching for her?
not to mention you werenât even ready for such large of a commitment. you wanted to complete school and graduate, eight years of your life at least that you would be hard at work, studying your ass off. jake struck you as the marriage and kids kind of boy, none of which you were prepared for.
heâll be fine. youâre acting like heâs in love with you or something, you told yourself, sitting on your empty bed. there was no way someone as handsome as jake hadnât had his fair share of short-term flings.
at some point, you quickly became bored of waiting and decided to go on your phone, which you shockingly hadnât been giving much attention lately. there were some texts from your friends, the only ones you had mentioned connecticut to, and you promptly messaged them back.Â
there werenât any notifications from your family, but whether that was only because you blocked them or not, you didnât know.Â
then, you opened google and started to search random questions, as you often did when there was nothing more exhilarating to do. you had a couple of questions about toothbrushes, a word your friend had sent that you had never seen before, and finally, the motel itself.
you didnât know why you hadnât googled any information about it sooner. most likely because you didnât think you would be welcomed for so long, but either way, it shouldâve been one of the first things youâd done.
out of weary curiosity, you typed the name of the motel into your search engine, and the first thing you saw was a picture of the front exterior.
the next thing you saw, however, was a little more appalling. there was a news article from a little more than a month ago reporting the death of a girl named alyssa gardner.
rose creek, named in memory of rose bellori who was found there after being tragically murdered thirty-eight years ago, suffers another victim, says local police department. twenty-four-year-old alyssa gardner was found in the creek three weeks after being reported missing. her last known location prior to her murder was rose creek motel, according to her bank statements.
once you read the first sentence, you couldnât stop, remembering what that old man had told you about the bodies that turned up in the creek. and as you continued to look into the murder, you froze, reading something about how she had last been wearing a purple hair tie.
there had been a purple hair tie in jakeâs room, you remembered, because it was on the table beside the snacks. it could have been a coincidence, but although his hair was long enough, you had never seen jake tie up his hair.
now you had to know. there was a picture of alyssa wearing the tie and it was so specific, there was no way you wouldnât know if they were the same just by looking. but you had no clue how you would get in there. after your invasion yesterday, there was no way jake would reasonably make the mistake of leaving it open again, even if he claimed to have nothing to hide.
you slipped on your shoes, brainstorming on your way to the room, considering jake wouldnât have been back for a few hours, according to himself. your first thought was the guy at the front desk, but if he did do you a favor, he would want something in return that wasnât cheap. nor were you selling.
fortunately, another man started to walk by, an employee, judging by his uniform. âexcuse me, sir,â you said, donning your most helpless voice. âis there a way you could help me get in this room? i left my key inside by mistake.â
obviously believing you, the man said, âyeah, of course. i have a general key card right here.â
and just that easily, he opened the door for you.Â
âthank you so much,â you told him, expressing your gratitude before closing the door to jakeâs room behind yourself.Â
you felt bad for lying, but your gut was screaming at you right now and you were tempted to trust her now more than ever. you raced to the table, shoving the snack box out of the way, and gawking in horror when you found what you were looking for.
it was the purple hair tie, and not only was it the exact same color and design as you had seen in the picture, but there were traces of hair on it that didnât match the dark color on jakeâs head.
you backed away, the blood freezing over in your veins. the shock was too cruel, too icy, and there were a billion thoughts racing through your mind.Â
but at the forefront of them all, you were thinking, iâve got to get the fuck out of here.
you stepped out of the room, clearing the hallway before you made a beeline for yours, making a call and shoving your things into your suitcase. you werenât supposed to be leaving until tomorrow, but you figured it was in your best interest to escape before things had the opportunity to go wrong.
there was no time to think about how your judgment could have been so awful, because all you wanted to do was go far, far away from this place, where you would finally be safe from all the things in this world that wanted to hurt you.
the second your belongings were packed, you checked out at the front desk, noticing that the dude from yesterday was strangely no longer there, replaced by a woman you had never seen before. but you didnât ask questions, didnât press.
because the second you were free to go, you were dragging your suitcase to the road and praying that uber would get here before jake could.
until you felt something cold pressing into your back, and every bone in your body went stiff. âleaving without saying goodbye?â asked a familiar voice, coming out of nowhere.Â
tears began to sting your eyes, fear making your blood run cold. you couldnât see him, but your whole body knew who it was. âplease.â
âletâs take a walk,â jake said nonchalantly, pointing with the hand that wasnât discreetly holding a gun to your back.
given the circumstances, there was no way in hell that you wouldnât do as told. you walked to the right of the motel with your suitcase in tow, far out of sight of any cameras that mightâve been privy to your predicament, willing yourself to breathe lest you fell apart then and there.
it had never been more of a struggle to walk, and it was like you had nearly forgotten how to put one foot in front of the other. your brain was hyper aware of the weapon not even an inch away from you.
through your blurry vision, you could make out a car coming into view. jake asked, âdo you have your license?âÂ
you nodded, afraid to speak.Â
âgood. this suitcase couldâve been you,â jake said, taking the suitcase out of your hands to throw into the trunk. âyouâre driving.â
you swallowed the lump in your throat. it terrified you how indifferent jake seemed, walking you over to the driverâs side of the car and opening the door for you, meanwhile you looked as if you had seen a ghost.
only when he got in on the other side did he hand over the keys, still pointing the gun at you and calmly ordering, âdrive. iâll tell you where to go.â
and that was exactly what he did, telling you directions as you made every turn he told you to, not that there were very many.
every second was spent fighting tears and trying to keep your thoughts from racing. you couldâve never seen something like this coming. you had felt so safe, so secure around jake, and now he was threatening you with a weapon.
god, you didnât even want to think about what he was going to do to you. would he murder you in cold blood like that girl in the news article?
your first thought was to try and coax your way out of it. as if killers listened to logic and reasoning, outside of their own. âjake, you donât have to do this. you can let me go.â
jake laughed, although you were dead serious. âso that you can go straight to the police? or worse, leave me here by myself?â
âit doesnât have to be like that,â you whispered. âi like you a lot, jake.â
âi like you a lot, too. thatâs why i have to do this, darling.â
âi donât understand.â
âi know,â jake replied coolly. âitâll all make sense soon.â
that statement didnât make you feel any better. instead, you were enveloped by a deep feeling of cold dread, sensing that the worst had yet to come and you needed to brace yourself for the inevitable.
no more than thirty minutes of driving later, jake told you to pull into the driveway of some house along the creek. you wanted to scream when he pulled you out of the car, but the house you were at was isolated from the rest of the world. nobody would have ever heard you even if the cry came from the very tip of your lungs.
but you noticed that he had left his gun in the car.Â
you tried to break out of his grasp, but jake was tremendously stronger than you, and he didnât seem to like your actions much, hissing, âi donât want to hurt you, but donât think i wonât.â
no part of you believed that he didnât want to hurt you, not even for a second. âlet me go. i want to go home!â
âno, you donât,â jake shot back, tightening his clasp on your bicep. âyou want to be anywhere but there. donât act like i havenât been doing you a favor.â
âdonât act like you know me,â you snapped, still trying to wrest your way out of his hold.Â
jake laughed, but it was mirthless. âhoney, i do know you. you told me enough about you. i know what you like, and what you donât like, and how vicious your parents are to you. i know that you donât ever want to go back home.â
you didnât know what was worse between being here right now and being home, and that thought made ache spring into your chest ravishingly.Â
âi shouldâve known youâd find out sooner than iâd hoped,â jake said. âyouâre a smart woman, but thatâs one of the many things i love about you.â
tears continued to well your eyes, but they were angry now. âlet go of me!â
jake began to become exasperated, dragging you over to the edge of the creek, but you didnât stop demanding to be freed, flailing and thrashing.Â
not until you finally exclaimed, âif youâre going to kill me, then kill me already!â
to your surprise, that made jake root in place for a moment or two. âi think youâre confused.â
you were glaring up at him. âwasnât that your plan?â
for an unsettling amount of time, jake just stared at you emptily. then, he began to laugh heartily, amused to no end. ânow why on earth would i want to do that?â he asked.
you said nothing, startled and baffled altogether.
jake smiled at you. the sight warmed your heart no more than a day ago, but now, you were thoroughly unnerved. âbaby, youâre perfect. youâre everything iâve ever wanted. you may be a little younger than i usually go for, but maybe thatâs where i went wrong. with you, itâs not too late to fix the little things. like all this resistance.â
nothing could have prepared you for the sudden change in him, for him to throw you to the ground and submerge your head underneath the water of the creek.
it felt and sounded like the whole world had stopped for a moment before the panic started to settle in cruelly, and you inhaled more water than you had been prepared to. your body desperately missed air, and every time it tried to breathe, only more water entered your mouth.Â
when jake yanked you back up by your hair, you spat out a load of water, and began to cough. he asked, âlearn your lesson?â
you said nothing. you couldnât at that point.Â
jake took it as defiance and lowered your head back underneath the water again, giving you no time to recover from the previous plunge, and your entire body fought against it, but your efforts were in vain.Â
and like before, he pulled you up and asked, âlearn your lesson?â
âfuck you,â you spat as belligerently as you could between breaths, even though it hurt to talk.Â
jake said nothing, throwing your head back down.Â
at this point, your lungs were scorching and your nose was burning. your chest was smoldering with pain and panic and everything in between. helpless, your mind was begging for mercy, but the more you prayed for the water to escape, the more you inhaled.
your muscles were screaming for air and you genuinely thought that you were going to die, that this was the end. you would never know the life you had long dreamed of, the life you had risked everything to have, and the one you had always wanted.
it felt like an eternity had passed when jake brought you back up to the surface and asked you again boredly, âlearn your lesson?â
you said nothing, spitting out more bursts of water and gasping for breaths that burned your throat.
jake was about to submerge you again, but at the very last second, you blurted, âokay, okay! iâm sorry. i learned my lesson!â
âgood,â jake said, pulling you up and dusting his hands off. âletâs go inside.â
you didnât dare disobey, letting him lead you inside the house, which you assumed he owned. there wasnât any time to marvel at the sheer beauty of it before he was tugging you downstairs to the basement where there was already a mattress waiting for you.Â
whether that had been prepared for you, or leftovers from the last victim, you didnât want to know.
jake took one look at your flushed, tear-stained face and softened. he brought a finger to your cheek, but you lurched away from him, like a startled animal in a cage. which, to be fair, wasnât too far from the truth.Â
he frowned. âi wish you didnât have to be so nosy, baby. i didnât want you to see me any differently than before.â
itâs too late for that, you huffed to yourself. you fell to the ground beside the mattress, hugging your knees.
jake glanced down at you sighing, debating coming over to join you, but decided against it. for now. âbut you donât have to worry anymore. youâre safe with me. nothing can hurt you as long as iâm here. god, iâve made sure of it. it angered me to no end when i saw that guy in the lobby flirting with you.â
you immediately remembered what had happened in that lobby, something you had been intent to mention to him but forgot, and the blood drained from your face. âwhat did you do to him?â you asked.Â
âwhat do you think?â
you shook your head. no wonder there had been another person working the front desk earlier. you hugged your knees tighter and cried, âhe was just some jerk, jake. you didnât need to kill him.â
âyes, i did. i would kill anyone who ever dare dreamed of touching you,â jake insisted darkly.
now that you thought about it even harder, there was no reason for jake to even know that that whole ordeal went down in the first place. he hadnât been there when it happened. you slowly glanced up, asking, âhow did you⊠know?â
jake chuckled. âbecause iâve been watching you, silly. how else?â
no shame, no guilt. he seemed proud of himself, grinning from ear to ear. the sight made you sick, but not as sick as it did to know that he had been essentially spying on you in his free time. you remembered, only a few days ago, asking him if the cameras were really functioning.
your stomach churned. that was why he always seemed to know where you were, to always drop into the places you were. that was how he knew you has been in his room, and how he knew you were fleeing.
even though you felt like vomiting the more information you learned, you needed to know the truth. âwhy did you kill that girl?â
âwhich one?â jake asked, which made your heart stop in absolute terror. âif youâre talking about alyssa, i found out she was addicted to drugs. god, everything was going so smoothly until all of that.â
if you couldâve convinced yourself that you were only in a nightmare, you would have, but the pain in your chest and throat was too aggressive. âi bet you killed that girl in the picture too,â you replied hoarsely.
jakeâs eyes darkened, but it was less anger and more of a morose kind of emotion. âno, thatâs not true. she died in a car accident.â
given the pain tensing his features, you believed him, but you couldnât bring yourself to have any sympathy.
jake continued, âwe were eighteen and we had just graduated. she was the girl everyone wanted me to be with, and the one i thought would always be with. then one day, she was just gone. iâll never forget getting that phone call in the middle of the night.â
the words he used made you remember something. you had asked him what his first time was like, and jake had told you something along the lines of it being with someone he thought he would spend forever with.
that was her, the girl he had loved and lost.Â
âiâm sorry you went through that,â you whispered, feeling as though you were obligated to console him in some way.Â
âi am, too,â jake mumbled. âbut life goes on. and i found you. god, you donât know how many times i had to go through this to find you, but itâs over now. you remind me of her a lot.â
you froze in your own skin, suddenly having an epiphany. you didnât understand before, why jake was doing all this, but it was all coming together now.
life may have moved on, but jake had not. instead of getting over the girl he had lost so many years ago, he was trying to recreate her, to get her back in some sick, twisted way. you would be the vessel needed to resuscitate her, and the girls before you were the other candidates that didnât meet the mark.Â
he had told you that. not outright, but it was what heâd meant, and the confession went right over your head. so many girls i thought were perfect, until they showed me their true colors. and it hurts to cut them loose, but you have to.
jake wasnât killing girls out of some sadistic hatred. matter of fact, he didnât even want to kill them, but he felt obligated to eliminate the unworthy. he was killing because they ultimately didnât meet his standards.
which implied that someway, somehow, you did. as he put it, you were everything heâd ever wanted.Â
âwhy me?â you asked, rubbing your eyes clear of tears.
jake at last approached you, and although you wanted to back away and hide, there was nowhere for you to go. âeasy. from what youâve told me, youâre the black sheep of your family. you didnât even tell them where you were going. nobody is going to look for you. nobody will miss you. youâre perfect.â
those words were crueler than he intended for them to be, but jake wanted to be truthful with you, because that was the key to a long-lasting relationship. he wouldnât hide from you, and he wouldnât allow you to hide from him. you would be perfectly honest with each other.
âweâre going to have kids together someday,â jake rambled, holding your cheeks in his hands gingerly, almost with affection. âiâm going to take you to meet my parents, and theyâre going to love you, because i love you. and weâre going to stay in this house.â
you glanced around. âhere?â
jake sported a beaming smile. âitâs perfect, isnât it? you love nature, and weâll live right here along the creek. itâll be just like how you grew up, except youâll be accepted here.â
perfect, you repeated in your head bitterly. jake seemed to be as obsessed with that word as he was with you. he couldnât stop saying it, and that revealed even more about his intentions the more he used it.
noticing the tension in your face, jake squeezed your hand and tried to console you. âdonât worry, iâm not going to keep you from your dreams. but youâre going to stay in this basement until you understand that you belong to me, and i belong to you.â
âiâm not your fucking property,â you hissed with unadulterated vitriol.
obviously, jake was growing exhausted of having to put up with your less than meek behavior, and before you could apologize, he hauled you up and tossed you onto the bed. you made a tiny, broken noise when he began to squeeze your throat instead. âi will whip you into shape if i have to,â jake growled. âi will fuck you into shape, everyday, if thatâs what it takes, dear. i already made up my mind. youâre mine and i wonât let anyone else have you.â
your throat still ached from the pain of nearly drowning three times over, sorely pleading for quiet remorse, but jake was nothing short of committed. he would stop at nothing to bend you into submission, no matter the price needed, because when he wanted something enough, there was nobody that could tell him that it wasnât his for the reaping.
not his parents, not you, not anyone.
true to his word, jake began to force one his hands underneath your pleaded skirt. he liked that you wore them, initially because he found them strangely cute on you, but now because of the easy access he had to everything he wanted.
you thrashed again enervatedly, sore from head to toe, but you told yourself endlessly that you werenât a quitter. you couldnât let him break you, not until he had broken all the fight out of you first. it would go against everything you stood for, everything you believed.
âbehave,â jake said. âbehave, or youâll only make it worse on yourself.â
you roared expletives into his palm that jake couldnât understand, nor did he bother to. not after he had caught a glimpse of your precious cunt and he had already begun to imagine making sweet love to you. the lingering picture was all he could think of.
how you had gripped his biceps, brows tensing together, calling out his name and his name only. jake knew you reciprocated his pining. he had seen the proof, felt it dripping and pulsing around his cock, milking his release out of him even quicker than he had hoped.
and really, honestly, jake didnât want to hurt you or cause you any needless pain. one day, you would understand that he was only doing this from of a place of love and endearment. you gasped for breath when the hand on your throat finally slackened, sucking in the sharpest one you had ever inhaled, and could feel the basement reeling.
while you were busy blinking the misty daze out of your eyes, jake ran a hand between your legs, touching your clit. âjake, stop,â you rasped.Â
âshh, let me make you feel good,â jake crooned softly in your ear.Â
it was maddening that your body still reacted fondly to his deep voice and tender touches, and you hated every second of it. you resisted him, pressing your thighs together, but it took little to nothing for jake to spread them apart again, and your body naturally liked his strength, too.Â
still, you tried to swat his hand away. now that you knew the truth of who he was really was, what he really was, you couldnât stand to let a monster like jake to touch you.Â
jake sighed irritably, and the look on his face made you shudder. âyouâre just going to keep being a bitch about it, arenât you?â
he only wanted to pleasure you, for fuckâs sake. why wouldnât you let him?
âi donât want this,â you whimpered, peering up at jake as you welled up with tears.Â
âyes, you do,â jake told you, as if he was trying to convince you of something you already knew wasnât true. âyou do want it. remember?â
you shook your head, defiant. âthat was before. itâs different now.â
ânothing has changed between us.âÂ
âeverything has changed!â you cried out, bursting into sobs. âyouâre not who i thought you were. you⊠hurt me.â
âi didnât want to. i promise that i didnât, honey,â jake whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead. âand the sooner you listen to me, the sooner i can make you feel better.â
he started to do exactly that, returning between your legs, this time sticking his face beneath your skirt. jake went to town, pulling out all the stops that he remembered had you singing his praises.Â
not a moment later, you slumped in defeat, too weak from your unwanted orgasm to deny him any longer. jake smirked when he noticed you twitching from the aftershocks, licking his wet lips that had gotten soaked with your arousal.
âthatâs it, baby,â jake said, proud of himself. he liked worshiping you, and even if you didnât want to admit it, he knew he brought you to elysian heights. âready to take my cock?â
you shook your head wearily, but jake didnât believe you. only the day before yesterday, you had been so eager.
âcome on, donât be that way. you know you love this dick,â jake said. he had never looked more sure of himself, not hesitating to step out of his clothes.
although you wanted nothing more than to defy him, to spring up and make a beeline for the nearest door, you couldnât bring yourself to. there wasnât even time for you to tell him to stop before jake was spreading you open, prodding your entrance with the head of his cock.
and you were so wet that in spite of his size, he slipped inside with ease.
jake grunted at the first push of his cock inside you, slowly coaxing his way deeper. he slipped his fingers through yours, knowing that you liked to use his hand to anchor yourself because you quickly got overwhelmed by his size.
but he noticed that each time you were taking him even better, and jake liked the thought of successfully breaking you in. to him, it was the perfect fit. it was a sign that you were made for him to fuck and breed. your vice-like walls were gushing around him, kneading him, swallowing him whole. only him.
âthatâs good, baby. donât run from it,â jake crooned in your ears before sealing your lips together.
jake didnât notice that you werenât kissing him back. when his eyes were closed and he was buried some inches deep inside your pussy, it became easier to convince himself anything. because you may have denied him, but jake thought the body never lied, and yours was calling out to him.Â
the weight of your body rocked in tandem with his thrusts and jake, wanting a better view of you, started to tug your shirt off. he already knew how to make you weak for him, sucking at your breasts.
every cry of protest you made fell on deaf ears, because all jake heard was that familiar breathlessness in your voice when he was making you feel good.Â
and that was more than enough to jake. because if he had you, and you had him, nothing else mattered. why would you need some other guy in some faraway place when he had made you feel things you never knew you were even capable of?
he never even thought about how of those feelings he had plucked out of you, something couldâve completely overpowered any pleasant feelings you ever had.
it surprised you when jake grinded to a halt and pulled out of you, but you shouldâve known better than to think he was finished. âget on top of me,â jake told you, overcome by memories. âi want you to ride me. like how you rode me that day.â
jake had this dazed look in his eyes that made him look more dangerous and unhinged than he ever had, and that was the sole reason you were so quick to scramble on top of him, but jake smiled, because he only saw it as unadulterated desire.
you grabbed his shoulders as you forced yourself to mount him, his hands slipping down to your backside, supporting you with his palms. it hadnât been too long since they were someplace you could feel secure for the first time in a long while. and now that comfort was gone, and you had nowhere else to go, nothing else to turn to but yourself.
maybe you had been naive to think that someone could genuinely, truthfully like you. whatever jake felt for you, or at least thought that he did, was purebred obsession and without it there would be nothing left.Â
it was the one thing keeping you breathing, and yet the one thing killing you slowly.
something wet dripped onto the pillar of jakeâs shoulder and he saw that you were sobbing. tears of pleasure, he told himself. he remembered the wet glaze in your stare when the two of you had fucked the other day, too. nothing as theatrical as this, though he was certain it didnât make a difference.Â
but jake wasnât afraid to hurt you, that much was clear. he may not have particularly liked it anymore than you did, but he would use it to justify everything. itâs okay if it hurts, because love hurts, he would console himself, telling himself that you would be okay.
âone day youâll understand that iâm doing this because i want whatâs best for us,â jake whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âiâll make you happy every day until you die. anything you could ever want, iâll make it happen, i promise.â
the way he spoke, you knew that he believed it in his very bones, and that only made it scarier. someway, somehow, jake had convinced himself that you were god walking, and now you werenât sure what lengths he wouldnât go to for your sake.Â
tenderly kissing your jaw, jake continued, âi love you.â
you shook your head, knowing that it wasnât true. âyou canât love me, jake. itâs only been five days.â
jake disagreed. he thought he had loved you from the second he laid eyes on you, a beautiful girl ambling along the creek line. he could smell your sweet scent on him and it made him remember catching you in his arms, pulling you close, and breathing you in for the first time. âi loved you long before i met you. you may not feel it right now, but you will soon. iâll make sure of it.â
you exhaled a breath. there was no arguing with a mad man.
âiâll make sure youâll never want to live without me again,â jake whispered, like it was the most normal thing in the world. âthat you canât live without me.â
all you wanted was to get away from him. you were wishing you wouldâve never came here, never gave him or this godforsaken place the time of day.
jake was nearing the threshold of what he could take and it was plain on his face. you werenât fucking yourself on him with the same about of fervor as you had in the none too distant past, but he was too close to the edge to complain, driving his hips upwards into yours.
he was no longer listening to the pleas falling from between your lips, imagining that you were begging for him never to stop, never to let go of you. because he knew that deep down, that was what you wanted. you would get over these temporary, tiny frustrations. the same way he had gotten over them over and over.
did you think it was all fun and games for him? if you knew how many times he had been crushed and disappointed, how many times he had to let of something he wanted more than anything, you would finally understand that there nobody who understood you more than jake.
in a way, you were completing each other. he would give you the family you needed, and you would give him the relationship he always wanted.
âjake, you have to pull out,â you said to him, remembering he had gone in without a condom. âyou have toâŠâ
âshh,â jake shushed you, pressing your back to the mattress again, and seizing control.
when you tried to speak, jake just clamped his hand over your mouth to keep you silent and pliant, wanting to hear none of it. âdidnât i tell you? weâre going to build a family together, right here in this house.â
there was total, chaotic horror in your eyes. you hadnât thought he meant so soon, so quickly. you were barely an adult and still sometimes felt like a child yourself, and you tried to tell him as much, but every word bled together and died on his palm.
with a few more unrelenting smacks of his hips into yours, jake leaned over and clamped his teeth into your shoulder as he came. and when he stilled, he kissed you, ignoring the taste of tears that had ran onto your lips.
âitâll always be you and me now,â he panted, breathless. âyou canât leave me. you canât.â
you lay there, helpless and hopeless, feeling something like bile scorching up your throat as you stared at him in disbelief.
âiâll fuck you every day, i will,â jake said with every bit of conviction. âif it means that one of those days, i put a baby in you.â
there was nothing that you could say that your face wasnât already saying for you. never in your life had you felt more used and violated, and that said a lot.Â
and jake didnât seem to be bothered. he lay down beside your shaking body, tightening his arms around you, loving the way the layers of sweat made you stick to each other, and made you a dirty promise. âdonât worry, iâll take care of you both,â he said. âi swear.â
you closed your eyes, screaming inside your head, but having none of the strength to really do it. he had stolen it from you, stolen everything from you. your body wasnât your own anymore.
âsay it,â jake prompted, nibbling gently at your neck. âsay you love me.â
you didnât, and there wasnât a single bone in your body that did, but jake terrified you now. this would haunt you more than the gun pressed to your back, or the throwing your head underwater. compared to now, those things seemed mild.
so you sucked in a breath, trying to will yourself to stay still even though there was no possible way with how close he was to you, and you lied, âi love you.â
jake grinned from ear to ear. âi know.â
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A Biker AU, Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: A certain dark haired leader of a biker club caught your attention online and you've been watching his weekly races in secretâor so you thought. Little did you know, this handsome biker already knows about his cute little stalker...
Content Warnings: Stalking but online. Smutđ after a bit of plot. Unprotected sex, P in V (from the behind), riding, rough, dirty talk(?), ass slapping, pet names, choking(kindaâ), aftercare in the shower. Chris is a tease (maybe like a bit?).
Minors do not interact!!!
Note: 17 days late, but better than neverâ HAPPY NEW YEAR! I've been wanting to draw and write biker Chan for a LONG LONG TIME, so finally here it is. (Yes that drawing is done by me haha)
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
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The bike flashed away into the stretching tracks in a blink of an eye, leaving a trail of excitement and dust in its wake. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices drowned out by the fading growl of the engine.
You pushed your hood further over your head to cover your hair flying in that direction, blending into the mass of onlookers while your eyes stayed glued to the figure disappearing into the night.
Christopher Bang Chan.
Did an accidental misclick on a hashtag "NightRider" lead you into his world? Yes.
You did have an unexplainable attraction towards bikes. It was the thrill, the speed, the freedom. Even if you couldn't ride one, the way bikes looked like a beast that could conquer the roads, it fascinated you.
But thisâ this wasn't just an attraction towards the sleek BMW S1000rr that was speeding this evening. No.
A random late-night scroll had led you to a short video of himâhelmet off, his hair dark slightly tousled, a cocky grin tugging at his lips as he dismounted his bike like he owned the world. That pulled you like a magnet to steel.
You watched him, racing the tracks with swift motion, in practice ease, over taking every other rider, everything about him demanding attention.
Every other rider was left in his dust, and the cheers of his friends, 7 guys echoed above the deafening roar of the engines.
"Teach these bastards why they canât touch you!â one of them bellowed, pumping his fist in the air, his blood red hair catching the rays of the setting sun.
âEat that, losers!â another laughed, slapping the back of the guy next to him as they all leaned against their bikes, eyes glued to Chanâs figure dominating the track.
In a final swift, Chan drifted his bike as he reached the finish line, the tires screeching against the asphalt in a perfect arc. A plume of smoke curled up from under the wheels, his dimpled grin flashing at his victory and triumph.
The lingering growl of his bike continued as he sat there for a moment, one leg propped on the ground as if soaking in the chaos he had just commanded. His friends were the loudest of all, their jeers and cackles cutting through the noise.
Chan finally killed the engine and swung off the bike with the same effortless grace that had first caught your attention online. He pulled off his helmet, shaking his head slightly to ruffle his dark hair into place.
His eyes gleamed with a mix of adrenaline and triumph as he tucked the helmet under one arm and began walking toward his friends.
âThatâs how itâs done, you fucking legend!â yelled one in a strong Australian accent, smacking Chanâs shoulder, the redhead taking his helmet from him and handing in a water bottle.
âTold you it wasnât even a competition,â Chan quipped, his voice smooth but laced with that cocky edge that made your stomach flip.
The crowd began descending, slowly leaving you alone in your place, your hood over your head, covering your face slightly. Just as you were about to look away, his eyes briefly landed on you.
Your breath caught in your throat at the intensity of his gaze on you. It was like he knew who you were but that was impossible. You've been secretly coming to the race every Saturday (telling your parents that you're going to the library) ever since you discovered his page and of course he doesn't know who you are.
It's out of the question.
Chan's smirk deepened, something wicked flashing in his expression. You quickly looked away, pretending to fidget with your phone, but you could still feel the heat of his gaze.
Before you made a fool of yourself, you stood up and walked towards the end of the track, pulling your hood lower to shield your face. Just as you were about to step into the shadows, a sharp, confident whistle cut through the air, freezing you in your tracks.
Your heart was pounding in your ears, you didn't turn around but felt Chan's lingering gaze pressing against your back. You turned slightly to see through your shoulders but then turned around and walked away as if you didn't hear anything at all.
âThat chickâs been here for the last four weeks.â Minho commented, his voice casual as he tipped back his can of Red Bull.
Chan didnât respond immediately, his eyes still fixed on the spot where you had disappeared into the shadows. His jaw tensed slightly, a flicker of something unreadable flashing in his gaze.
He could still picture the way you had glanced over your shoulder for a split second, like youâd been caught but refused to admit it.
"Oi, Chan," Felix called out, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You losing your touch, mate?"
The group erupted in laughter, their cackles echoing against the emptying track.
âMaybe sheâs got better taste than you thought,â I.N added, smirking as he leaned against his own bike.
"Sheâll come around." Chan said smoothly, shrugging nonchalantly, the cocky edge in his voice masking the intrigue bubbling beneath the surface.
"Will she now?" Hyunjin mocked, raising an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure?"
"Trust me," he said, his tone low and deliberate. "No one comes to my races four weeks in a row without a reason." A devilish smirk tipped the corner of his lips that made the guys exchange glances.
"Whatever you're thinking, don't." Changbin interrupted, pushing himself upright with a sharp look.
"You don't even know what I was thinking." Chan shot back, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. "Besides, if she keeps coming back, sheâs going to slip up eventually. And when she doesâŠâ
Changbin rolled his eyes at him and grabbed a Red Bull from the ice box. He knew that Chan wasn't going to listen to what he's gonna say anyway.
Chan walked towards his bike and hoped on, revving his engine as it roared to life and slipping his helmet on. He glanced at his friends, his smirk turning downright wicked.
"Then what?" Hyunjin asked, crossing his arms.
"She wanted my attention, so she got it. And I want something in return.â
With that, he sped off into the night, leaving the guys behind in a cloud of smoke and laughter.
***
"Three, two, one, let's gooo!..."
You kept scrolling through Instagram reels, nothing interesting that grabbed your attention.
But you couldn't stop thinking about Chan...
It's Saturday, four o'clock in the evening. His races start at five. You went through his Instagram and TikTok, creating a folder in your saves for his biking videos and you catch yourself rewatching his highlights again and again.
Were you guilty for stalking him online? A bitâbut you couldn't stop it. His bike didn't even fascinate you anymore the way it did the first time. You just were feeling obsessed with him.
The race track was only a few blocks away from you and you couldn't help but think, could he have crossed your home? You never noticed it but now everytime you hear a speeding engine, you look out your window, hoping it's Chan.
Yeah you were pretty much obsessed.
You went back to Chan's account and scrolled down his feed, opening some of his old posts when suddenly the phone slipped out of your hand and fell on your face.
"Fuck!" You yelped, rubbing your forehead, eyes widening as you glanced at the screen in horror.
Oh fuckâ
You accidentally liked a picture of him from two years ago.
The red heart stared back at you, mocking your clumsiness, your heart sank as panic took over.
âOh, no, no, noâŠâ you whispered, scrambling to unlike it. You tapped the heart again, watching it disappear, but the damage was already done. Your phone trembled in your hands as you stared at the post, your reflection visible in the darkened screen.
It was a picture of him leaning casually against his bike, wearing a tank top with his buff arms crossed, a majestically inked dragon flexing on his bicep.
"Shit," you muttered under your breath, clutching your forehead. Does he get notifications for old likes? Does Instagram even do that?
You sat up, your mind racing just as fast as his bike. He had half a million followers, so maybe he wouldnât notice, right? But what if he did? What if he checked? What if he remembered your face from the track and connected the dots?
"Calm down," you whispered, trying to reason with yourself. "He probably wonât even notice."
But deep down, a small voice in the back of your mind said otherwise.
Because if there was one thing youâd learned about Chan from watching him race, it was that he noticed everything.
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"She'll be here today." Chan said, tossing the Red Bull can in the trash and turning towards his friends.
Seungmin tilted his head, looking up from his phone, arching a skeptical brow. "Oh, so now you're a psychic?"
Chan rolled his eyes, leaning casually against his bike. âNo. She's been coming every Saturday, there's no way she'll not come today."
âYouâve been stalking your stalker?â Felix chimed in, his deep voice carrying a note of amusement as he slipped his hands in the pocket of his pants.
Chan smirked, unbothered by the jab. âI donât need to stalk. She makes herself obvious. Hood up, always at the same damn spot. Like clockwork.â
âMaybe sheâs just here for the bikes,â Seungmin said with a shrug, going back to scrolling on his phone. Chan shook his head, his smirk widening.
Chan shook his head, his smirk widening. âNah, itâs not the bikes anymore. Her eyes practically screamed busted when I whistled at her.â
âThatâs because youâre fucking annoying.â Jisung piped up, sipping from his own can of soda. âIf someone whistled at me in public, Iâd leave too.â
The group laughed, but Chanâs gaze remained steady, fixed on the track like he was already envisioning you standing there.
"Race instead of me." Chan effortlessly tossed his keys at Changbin.
"What?" Changbin caught the keys with a sharp reflex, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"If she's really into the bikes, she wouldn't care if the rider is different. But if that's not the case..." His smirk grew wider.
"Then she'll know it's not me the second you hit the track." Chan finished, rolling his helmet between his hands. "Sheâs been watching me, not the bike. Letâs see if sheâs as observant as I think."
Changbin raised an eyebrow, twirling the keys in his hand. âSo, youâre basically using me as bait?â
âNot bait,â Chan corrected, handing Changbin his helmet and clapping him on the shoulder. âMore like... a decoy. Just ride, keep it clean, and make it convincing. Wear my helmet, keep your head down, and let me handle the rest.â
âThis is either genius or the dumbest thing youâve ever done.â Felix said, shaking his head.
âShut up and watch,â Chan said, his tone light but confident. He turned back to Changbin. âYou good?â
Changbin sighed, slipping the helmet on. âYeah, yeah. Just donât blame me if I win and your little stalker realizes youâre not as fast as you think.â
The group laughed again, but Chan was already focused, his gaze cutting across the other riders getting ready for the race and watching the crowd gather, waiting for his shadowed muse.
The air began getting slightly colder, riders hopping on their bikes getting ready for the race. Chan stood with the guys, his back facing the crowd and his face hidden with a hoodie, watching Changbin rev up the engine.
He gave a small thumbs to Bin who responded with his own one and held the handle, preparing to flash away.
You finally managed to slowly get in your spot blending in with the crowd, your usual hood on, hair in front to shield your face, eyes glued on the riders before you.
At this point it felt silly than anything else, sneaking around every Saturday like you were some undercover agent. But you couldnât stop yourself. The magnetic pull Chan had on you was impossible to ignore, even if you didnât fully understand it yourself.
Your eyes scanned the lineup of riders, automatically locking onto the sleek, black BMW S1000rr. The sound of its engine roaring to life sent a familiar thrill through you, but something felt... different tonight.
The rider atop the bike gave a sharp nod, helmet obscuring his face. You couldnât tell, but the way he usually carried himselfâeffortless confidence paired with a hint of smugnessâseemed oddly subdued.
Your heart sank slightly. Was he even here tonight?
You pushed the thought away, gripping the edge of your hoodie to ground yourself. Focus. It didnât matter. You were here for the race, for the thrill, not for him.
At least, thatâs what you kept telling yourself since the last four races.
The countdown began, the cheers of the crowd growing louder with each passing second. The sound of engines revving filled the air, and you found yourself leaning forward slightly, anticipation buzzing through your veins.
Three... Two... Oneâ
The riders shot forward, a blur of color and speed tearing down the track. Your eyes stayed glued to the black bike, trying to shake the unease gnawing at the back of your mind.
Is it him?
You watched curiously for the first two rounds, pushing away the feeling that it's not Chan but when it was the third round and you still didn't see his dramatic drift at the curved corners of the track, you were sure that it really wasn't Chan racing.
You leaned backwards exhaling and pulling out your phone, your interest in the race quietly dying down.
"I caught you princess..." A smug grin spread across Chan's face who had been secretly watching you but the race.
Hyunjin, who had also been watching you with Chan, waiting for him to be wrong, sighed dramatically, pulling a crumpled fifty out of his pocket and slapping it into Minhoâs palm.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, shooting Chan a side glance. "She really is here for you man."
Chan chuckled, low and confident. âTold you,â he said, brushing past them as he made his way toward you.
You were distracted with the reels playing on your phone to notice until he sat next you, your eyes fell on that unmistakable silver bracelet you recognised instantly.
Your heart pounded in your ears.
âEnjoying the race?â a low, teasing voice asked, so close you could feel the faint vibration of it in your chest. You stiffened, your head snapping up.
And there he was. Bang Chan.
Sitting casually next to you, leaning back like he owned not just the seat, but the entire universe. His hoodie was slightly pushed back, giving you a perfect view of his sharp jawline and those maddening dimples that tugged at his smirk.
For the first time, you noticed how sharp his features were up closeâperfectly sculpted, how his lashes framed those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you.
You swallowed hard, your nerves threatening to spill over, but you kept your guard up and tried to calm your racing heart.
âYou okay there, princess?â he drawled, his tone dripping with amusement. âYou look like youâve seen a ghost. Or maybe... me?â
You quickly snapped out of it, your face heating. âIâm fine,â you said, sitting straighter and forcing your voice to sound steady. "And I think you've mistaken me, I don't really know you."
Your lie was so bland, it practically hung in the air like a neon sign screaming caught red-handed.
Chan raised an eyebrow, playfully scoffing as he ran a hand through his hair. âIs that so?â he said, his tone laced with mock sincerity. He leaned in slightly, and you caught a faint whiff of leather and something distinctly himâsharp, clean, and deathly intoxicating.
âYeah,â you replied, your voice firm despite the heat rising in your cheeks. âI donât really follow bikers.â
âHmm.â He tapped his chin theatrically, his eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. âFunny, because someone who doesnât follow bikers somehow managed to stumble across my page. And, oh, whatâs this?âÂ
He mimicked scrolling on an invisible phone, his grin wicked. âLiked a post from two years ago? Now, thatâs dedication for someone who doesnât know me.â
Your stomach did a somersault, and for a moment, you were certain your face betrayed you. But you quickly composed yourself, leaning back slightly and crossing your arms. âThat was an accident,â you said coolly, trying to ignore the way your pulse thundered in your ears.
Chan tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. âSo you accidentally clicked on my profile, accidentally scrolled back two years, and accidentally double-tapped? Seems like a lot of accidents for one person.â
You huffed, glaring at him. âAre you always this full of yourself?â
âOnly when Iâm right.â He shot back smoothly, his dimpled grin so close now, you could count the faint freckles dotting his cheekbones.Â
You could do nothing to calm your racing heart as Chan adjusted his seat and leaned back, watching whoever was racing in his place. He didn't say a word after that, just stayed silent and concentrated on the track.
You kept glancing at him with the corner of your eyes without fully turning, focusing on the race as well, but you could have sworn that he could hear your pounding beats in your chest over the screeching tires.
Of course whoever was riding in on behalf of Chan won tonight's race in an equally dramatic drift, you caught Chan smirking and nodding proudly. You were unsure what to do and stood in your place while the crowd began standing up, then when you were about to leave, a hand wrapped around your wrist.
"Where are you off to now?" His dark eyes glinted under the dim lights, mischief oozing from every inch of his expression.
âYouâve been sneaking in to watch the race for weeks, and now that youâve got what you wanted, youâre just gonna leave? Thatâs kinda rude, donât you think?âÂ
You bit your lip, debating your next words. His confidence was infuriating, but it was also⊠dangerously attractive. Finally, you sighed, meeting his gaze head-on.
âFine,â you said, crossing your arms. âMaybe I did. So what?â
Chan blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your honesty, before breaking into a wide grin. âWell, thatâs a first. Didnât think youâd actually own up to it.â
âIs there a point to this conversation?â you shot back, your tone laced with feigned impatience, though your pulse still raced from his lingering touch.
Chan tilted his head, eyeing you thoughtfully, then exhaled a sharp breath. âDonât you think itâs time you saw what itâs like on the track?â
You blinked at him, your breath hitching. âWhat are you talking about?â
He straightened up, fixing his hoodie. âIâm offering you a ride, princess. Around the track. Are you up for it, or not?â
The sass in his tone lit a fire in you. You loved bike rides, the rush of speed, the wind in your hairâbut doing it with him? That felt like stepping into dangerous territory. Still, your pride wouldnât let you back down.
You crossed your arms, feigning indifference. âFine. Letâs see if your riding skills are as good as your ego.â
Chan chuckled, the sound deep and low, and it sent an unwelcome shiver down your spine. âCareful what you wish for, princess,â he said, stepping closer. âYou might not be able to handle it.â
You scoffed, though your heart was pounding. âWeâll see about that.â
You followed Chan as he descended the stairs and made his way towards his friends, all of them surrounded with their own bikes, cans of Red Bull, wearing leather jackets.
âYo, I.N!â Chan called out as you approached, his voice carrying over the noise of the dispersing crowd. He looked up from his phone, his expression curious.
âWhatâs up?â I.N asked, his brows lifting when he saw you trailing behind Chan.
Chan jerked his chin toward I.Nâs helmet, which was resting on the bike parked beside him. âHand that over. Our guest needs it.â
I.N blinked, clearly surprised. âWait, sheâs riding with you?â
âFinally got yourself a passenger?â Minho, who was leaning casually against his own bike, snorted.
âJust a little gratitude to her for being so kind and showing up to my races every week.â Chan replied smoothly, throwing you a sidelong glance.
Your cheeks flushed crimson but you didn't say anything. You couldn't because you felt like your throat was shut tight.
The group erupted into low chuckles, Minho gave Chan a knowing look, shaking his head in mock disbelief.
âDonât mess up my helmet,â I.N said, handing it over. âIt's my favourite one.âÂ
You hesitated for a moment, then took it, your fingers brushing against his. âDon't worry, I won't.â You said softly.Â
The group watched you curiously as if they were waiting for you to make a mistake but Chanâs gaze was the only one you cared about. He stepped closer, his voice dropping low enough that only you could hear.
âNervous?â he asked, his lips twitching into a knowing smirk.
You lifted your chin, refusing to give him the satisfaction. âNot even a little.â
His smirk deepened. âGood. Don't hold back and enjoy the ride.â
Changbin threw the keys at Chan and handed him the helmet, moving aside revealing the sleek black BMW, shining under the bright full moon light.
Chan got on the bike and you climbed up behind him. The tension crackled between you like static, and you couldnât decide if you wanted to throttle himâor hold on tighter.
The engine roared to life, the deep, guttural sound vibrating through your body. Your grip on the seat tightened as Chan revved the engine, his dimpled smirk still firmly in place as he glanced back over his shoulder at you.
With a swift twist of his wrist, the bike shot forward, the sudden burst of speed forcing a gasp from your lips. Instinctively, your hands flew to his waist, gripping tightly as the world blurred around you.
The track stretched out like a silver ribbon under the moonlight, the cool night air whipping past your face, your hair dancing in the wind like a wild, untamed spirit. Chan maneuvered the bike with practiced ease, leaning into sharp turns and accelerating down straightaways.
The bike slowed slightly as he leaned into another turn, and you took the chance to glance at him. The confidence in his posture, the way his shoulders moved with the bikeâit was magnetic.
âEnjoying the view?â he teased, his voice cutting through the wind.
You scowled, your cheeks heating. âFocus on the road, Chan.â
âI always do,â he replied smoothly. âBut youâre making it a little hard, princess.â
Your grip on his waist tightened involuntarily, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something you might regret. The speed continued until Chan slowed down, pulling to a stop at the other side of the track, the starting point looking like the size of an ant.
The sudden stillness was deafening compared to the roar of the engine moments ago. The cool night air clung to your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating between you and Chan.
He shifted slightly, his body still straddling the bike as he turned his head toward you, his dark eyes glinting under the pale glow of the moon. âTight grip youâve got there, princess,â he said, his voice low and teasing.Â
âDidnât think youâd want to hold on that bad.â
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âAh-Chanââ your moans poured out of your lips like an erotic symphony, blood rushing down like a flood bursting out of a dam as you felt his length inside of you, breasts bouncing up and down.Â
Oh you were holding on that bad.Â
âRide my cock, baby. Good girl.â Chan hissed, your pussy clenching him so nicely it drove him wild.Â
What started off him not knowing your existence to getting to know eachother to now him fucking the senses out of you escalated fast.Â
You can't lie, you did have fantasies about him during the nights when you scrolled through his socials. Imagining how he would be in bed. Those dirty nights when you moaned his name, imagining his cock replacing your vibrator.Â
Would he be gentle? A complete opposite to the menace he was on the road?
Boy you were wrong. He was anything but gentle.
He was rough. Hard. Strong. And you enjoyed that very much.Â
Chan's hand fisted your hair as he pulled you towards him, his lips crashing yours drinking the taste of you. Your fingers clung onto his shoulder, nails grooving scars on his smooth skin, rocking your hips for more friction.Â
His cock filled you completely, stretching you in ways that made your vision blur. Every upward snap of his hips drove you closer to the edge, the friction against your walls making your toes curl.
âChanââ you whimpered, breaking the kiss to gasp for air, your head falling back as his pace quickened.
He didnât let up. If anything, the sight of you unraveling only spurred him on. His mouth trailed down your throat, teeth grazing your skin before he latched onto the sensitive spot just above your collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
His lips latched on your erect nipple, sucking and licking on it, the obscene sounds of him groaning feeling like music to your ears.
Wetness gushed down your thighs and onto his, a sinful symphony of wet, desperate noises that only fueled the fire between you.
âSo fucking perfect for me.â he praised, his lips brushing against your ear as he pinched and played with your slick nipple that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.Â
You felt so dirty and depraved, shamelessly riding his cock, his praises turning you on even more.
âShould I punish this pussy for stalking me baby? Hmm?â His hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit, triggering an orgasm to break free just from his words.
He already âpunishedâ you for stalking him by bending you over and fucking you to oblivion on his bike a week ago but he is so cocky and mean, he loved using that every chance he got.
âOr should I fuck you from behind and wreck you till you make a sweet mess all over my cock?âÂ
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your release slammed through you, your body convulsing and your walls clenched around him, drawing a deep, guttural moan from his lips.Â
You couldn't even process the aftershocks of your climax and before you knew it, you were on all fours, Chan's eyes glued on your glistening slick pussy, the angry tip of his cock grazing and teasing your swollen folds.Â
âChanâ mngh,â you pushed back against him, whining with need, feeling the anticipation rebuild as you kept feeling the tip nudge against your entrance.
âNeedy little thing, arenât you?â he teased, his voice a dark purr that sent a shiver down your spine. âBarely gave you time to breathe, and here you are, already begging for me to ruin you again.â
Your fingers clenched the sheets, your body trembling from the mix of frustration and desire. âPlease, Chan,â you breathed, voice muffled and desperate.
âPlease, what?â he sneered, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, his silver chain and bracelet on his wrist touching your skin, cold.Â
His breath was hot against your ear, and his hand slid up your body to grip your throat. âYou want me to fuck you? Say it.âÂ
Your cheeks burned, but the heat between your legs overshadowed any embarrassment. âI need you to fuck me, Chan,â you whispered, then louder, âRuin me. Wreck me.â
He groaned at your words, his hand tightening slightly around your throat. âGood girl. Thatâs what I like to hear.â
Without another word, he thrust into you in one brutal stroke, knocking the air from your lungs. Your hands flew forward to steady yourself, a gasp tearing from your throat as he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into yours with a force that had the bed creaking beneath.
âLook at you,â he continued, his tone dripping with arrogance. âSo fucking cock-drunk, you canât even think straight.âÂ
You tried to speak, but he cut you off with a sharp thrust that made you cry out. His grip on your waist was bruising, holding you in place as he pounded into you mercilessly.Â
Every stroke hitting deeper, harder, until you were a squirming mess beneath him. His balls slapped against your clit, an almost tight hand around your throat had your vision going white.
His teeth sank into your soft skin, leaving a ruthless mark on your shoulder and his hand met with a sharp slap! on your ass. The pleasure of it overlapped the pain, relentless drilling on your sloppy cunt that made you grab the headboard.
âFUCK! I can'tââ Your cries echoed off the walls of your bedroom, loud and feral.
âYou canât what?â Chan snarled, his voice laced with mockery as he dragged his cock out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting that spot and your skin meeting with another sharp slap!Â
His teeth grazed your earlobe as his hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place. âCanât take me? Too much for this tight little cunt?â
âY-yesânoâI donât know!â you sobbed, your fingers clawing at the headboard as your body quivered beneath him.
His hand slid up on your throat, pulling you upright so your back was flush against his chest. The new angle made you scream, his cock hitting even deeper, harder, the relentless pace leaving you on the verge of tears.
âThatâs it,â he groaned, his voice gravelly and thick with lust. âScream for me, baby. Let the whole world know whoâs making you feel this good.â
The way his cock kept hitting the right spots made you climb higher and higher, the knot tightening, only seconds away from snapping, your whimpers and moans poured out endlessly.
âI'm gonna comeâ I'mââ
You couldn't even finish your sentence as the second orgasm left you shaking, trembling and reeling beneath him. Your walls clamped down on his cock, pulling him deeper until he spilled his seed in you.
âFuck.â Chan groaned, his grip on your throat loosening as he chased his own release. His hips stuttered, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips, cock twitching as he pumped you full.
Breaths ragged and heavy, the room was mixed in scents of mint and sex. Chan collapsed forward, but braced himself to avoid crushing you beneath his weight.
âYou did so good, baby,â He murmured, his voice low and thick, trying to catch his breath while he nipped your sensitive skin.
Both of you were drenched in sweat, the mingling of your bodies making the heat in the room unbearable, yet neither of you moved.
His cock softened inside you, but he didnât pull out. Instead, he just leaned forward kissing the nape of your neck and shifted slightly, you winced at the feeling of him still inside you, oversensitivity making your nerves spark.
Slowly your bodies untangled and he fell on his back next to you, the both of you just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the weight of what just happened settling in.Â
You gently turned your head to see Chan, who was lost in his own thoughts. He felt you watching him and he turned too, a soft smile tipping the corner of his lips, his fingers brushing a few strands of hair from your face.
His eyes trailed down your body, skin peppered with his bite marks and hickeys, something unusually painful stung in his chest even though he had never felt that before.
You moved closer to him, pecking a sweet kiss on his nose that made him knit his brows smiling.
âIâm okay, you didnât hurt me if you think you did.â You said reassuringly.
Chan let out a soft breath, his smile faltering for a moment as he studied your face. His fingers ghosted over a particularly dark bruise on your collarbone, his touch featherlight.
âYou sure?â he asked, his voice quieter than usual, his teasing edge nowhere to be found.Â
You rolled your eyes, the faintest smile tugging at your lips. âOf course.â He huffed out a laugh, the sound vibrating against your cheek and kissed your forehead.
Chan got up from the bed and carried you in his arms towards the shower, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, letting out a content sigh as your head rested against his chest.
Under the spraying water, the steam curled around the two of you, but his touch was what kept you warm.Â
He grabbed a washcloth and the soap, lathering it before starting at your shoulders. His touch was slow and deliberate, careful not to press too hard as he cleaned every inch of your skin.Â
When he reached your bruised hips, his lips ghosted over one of the marks that made your heart flutter.Â
Once he was satisfied, he handed you the cloth, smirking faintly. âYour turn, princess.â
You laughed softly, taking it from him and mimicking his careful actions. You then saw the scratch marks and crescent scars you had left on his skin, etched like tiny badges.
Your fingers ghosted over them as you cleaned him, a pang of guilt flashing through your chest.
âSorry about these,â you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Chan chuckled, his smirk softening into something warmer. âDonât be. I like them."
Heat rose up your cheeks and you let out a small laugh, shaking your head.
When you reached his bicep, you couldnât resist tracing the outline of his tattoo, your fingers brushing over the ink that decorated his skin.
âYou really are full of surprises,â you said, your voice soft.
His brow quirked. âOh yeah? Like what?â
âLike this,â you said, gesturing between the two of you. âThe rough biker with the soft side. Didnât think Iâd ever see it.â
He smirked, pulling you closer under the spray of water. âDonât tell anyone. Youâll ruin my reputation.â
You rolled your eyes but leaned into him anyway, letting the water cascade over both of you. Pearl-like drops of water slid down your bodies, your back pressed against the cold titles as Chan's mouth claimed yours.Â
After the shower Chan changed into his clothes and you slipped into comfy sweats, he grabbed his keys and helmet from the living room, walking toward the door with a cool, confident stride.
âMy race is on Saturday,â He said, slipping on his helmet. âI hope you'll be there, princess.âÂ
A chuckle escaped from your lips, your mind going back to how you went watch his races every Saturday without him knowing who you were.Â
âI guess Iâll see you there, then.â
Chan nodded, opening the front door and stepping out, you watched him climb on his bike, revving the engine back to life. With a twist on the handle, he zoomed out into the night, flashing away into the stretching darkness leaving a trail of himself behind.
You couldnât help but think that stumbling across that video online of a certain biker had definitely been the best misstep of your life.
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getting caught listening in ââŽïžËïœĄâ

summary: vi knows you've been listening in on her.
tags: 18+ mdni men dni dom!vi, sub! reader, listening in, teasing, fingering, vi eating reader out, reader riding vi's face, soft!vi.
note: as usual, life is absolutely kicking my ass like WHAT THE FUCK uhm anyways im back to writing. im praying for this week to go by fast so i can get a break oh LAWD.
You feel gross. But also extremely good.
At first it was annoying, hearing every scream, every moan through thin paper walls at your shared dorm with Vi. Every time she brought a girl over, you would lose hours of sleep, again and again and again.
It's either the girl Vi is fucking moaning at the top of her lugs or Vi herself whining like a bitch. It left you so angry, but you never confronted her, because who actually has the balls to go to your dorm mate and say "hey would you quit having sex so fucking loud?".
You would rather just put on some headphones and call it a day.
Until that damn week came. That week before your period when you just want to fuck everyone and everything. It's specifically worse for you, for some reason.
So when you go to get a glass of water in the middle of the night and the sounds start once again, your body can't even get annoyed. Especially because this time, Vi didn't close the door all the way, leaving a creak open.
"a-ah! oh! oh fuck~!" looks like Vi was getting fucked that time.
So every single time, from that day. You lean agaisnt her door, touching yourself, listening to her filthy moans. Except one time, you actually moan a tad bit too loud. You don't think anyone noticed, since they didnÂŽt stop.
But Vi knows. And god you can't even imagine how thrilled she is. She does EVERYTHING extra loud, moaning, whining, crying, grunting, begging, cumming. Everything.
But a problem comes up. Her usual hookup girlie hasn't had time for her, ignoring her texts and calls. So she is practically posessed, obviously more pent up. She resorts to just touching herself that night, moaning loudly. But it's just not enough. She needs someone, and right now, the nearest person to her is you.
You were so focused on making yourself feel good, layed down on your stomach and playing with your pretty clit, that you didn't even hear the heavy steps coming towards your bedroom door.
Suddenly your door slams open, causing your eyes to widen and your hand to move away from that sweet spot. oh no. you're totally going to get fucking humiliated, torn to shreds and get called a pervert. your life is over.
"Vi-" Your voice is shaky and ridiculously breathy. it's almost a cry, your mind trying to come up with some sort of excuse.
But before you can, Vi is already pouncing on the bed, turning you over, tongue entertwining with yours in a matter of seconds, muscular, tattooed arms locking your body in a cage as you cry into her mouth, almost as if saying "what the fuck is going on".
One of her hands trails down to your panties, fingers going underneath them and slipping in your pussy so easily that it makes you want to die of embarassment.
You pull away from her mouth, yelling. "fuck!! oh- ah! w-wait, i dont-"
Your heartbeat has skyrocketed in a matter of seconds, feeling Vi's thick fingers heat that sweet, sweet spot you love so much when you listen to her getting fucked. Except this time it's her fingers.
"Vi what is going on?" it's such a cute cry you let out, making her moan in your ear.
"oh just didn't to make you- hah... upset that my hookup didn't show up." she laughs. oh. so she has known huh.
you can't help but feel guilty, despite OBVIOUSLY knowing now that Vi clearly isn't bothered. "im sorry, im really sorry..." you cry out, spreading your legs further for her.
"trust me, don't be." she laughs, huffing into your ear. "yeah thats right just... spread your legs... yeah..." she groans, the pace of her fingers making you squirm and moan so loud that you get why the other girls weren't quiet at all.
your pussy clenches around her fingers, wet noises coming out, your body arching closer to her.
"you're so cute...so pretty, touching yourself because of me. do you like what you hear, hm?" Vi whispers into your ear, earning a frantic nod from you.
She kisses your temple "is it better hearing it up close? feeling it?" Teasing tone. Of course, just the right atittude to make your eyes roll back.
"fuck, please! just a little bit faster! oh-!" great, you're already begging, body twitching in a matter of minutes.
But Vi isn't done with you.
How many minutes has it been. Maybe a half an hour already. Vi's tongue lappig up at your cunt, tongue sliding in and out over and over again. god she gives great head, it makes you want to cum into her mouth right then and there.
you let out those " hm hm hm" sounds, biting your bottom lip so hard, head falling back, a blissed expression on your face.
"hmm... hmf... who does this pussy belong to, mmh...?" vi says, voice breathy and ugh every time she speaks your body feels like it's about to fall apart.
"yours vi, it's yours..." you say, rocking your hips. you pray that girl never answers her texts again. you'd rather have her tongue on you instead.
"good girl, fuck, you taste so sweet..." she spreads your legs further if thats even possible, kissing at your needy bundle of nerds as your hips chase her tongue. "you could have just asked me for this, you know..."
you wish you could answer, but your mouth just elts out repeated whines, moans or whatever you're screaming. next time you want her to fucking rail you, and you would let her if it wasn't so late. there is one thing you have the courage to ask though.
"can i ride your face- mh-please?" and how can she say no when you ask so nicely?
Now you're sat on her face, hips rolling agaisnt her mouth, letting out sweet sounds, not so animalistic anymore, not because you're not turned on, but because she handles you so good that you're getting tired. you feel heat pooling up even more below your belly, seeing Vi just eat the fuck out of you. literally.
her hands grip your hips, eyes opening ocasionally to look at you eye to eye and kiss your pussy sweetly. you let out one final, strangled moan, hips twitching, white liquid dripping into her tongue as your head lolls to the side.
she sucks your sweet nectar up, seeing you hold onto the bed frame, smiling at how cute you look when you're tired.
she caresses your ass, kissing your clit a few times before making you hop off her face and lay down on top of her.
"satisfied, pretty girl?"
"yes...."
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Experience an adrenaline rush at WetânJoy Water Park in Lonavala! With eight thrilling water rides, there's something for everyone. Brave the Master Blaster, one of India's top water rides, or take on the Extreme Volcano, Tornado, or the 69-foot Free Fall. Race your friends on the Mat Racer & Whizzard, or spin through the Cyclone. With options for thrill-seekers and casual visitors alike, WetânJoy is the perfect escape near Mumbai and Pune for a day of fun and excitement.
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VIDEO CONNECTION . . . (nsfw)

# cw. virtual sex, masturbation, dirty talk, teasing, taunting(?), praising, fwb(?), yearning, smut with plot, modern au. mdni .á.á
# wc. 2.4k
âinspired by . . . Girls on the Internet âȘâ«âȘ

Jinx had always been reckless, but this? this is a whole new kind of thrill.
you had met online months agoâjust another faceless username in a sea of them. a random server, a few playful insults, and somehow, you had become her personâthe one she stayed up with, the one who made her stomach tighten with anticipation every time her phone chimed with a new message.
the video calls had started off innocent, too; late-night conversations, inside jokes, teasing comments that made you both linger a little too long. then curiosity crept in. you wanted to know what Jinx looked like when she stretched in the morning, all soft and sleepy. she wanted to see you fresh out of the shower, hair damp, skin glistening. you tested the waters with small slipsâa bare shoulder here, a flash of skin thereâuntil the tension was unbearable.
one dare turned into a challenge, a stolen glimpse into a full view. and now? now, there are no secrets left between you.
and tonight is no different.
Jinx sits back against the headboard, one leg bent, the other stretched out, her laptop positioned just right, the glow of the screen casting a soft light over her bare skin. the only thing sheâs wearing is a loose tank top, thin enough to show the faintest outline of her nipples, and a pair of vibrant blue lace panties that ride high on her hipsâjust enough to cover, just enough to tease, meant to be seen; sheâs barely bothering to keep up the pretense of modesty.
she drums her fingers against her thigh, anticipation curling hot in her stomach. she had been waiting for this all day, her needy cunt dampening her underwear and begging to be played with.
you always unwind together, always let the other watch. touching yourselves with nothing but pixels and distance between you, whispering things you shouldnât, making each other feel without ever actually feeling.
she had never met you in person, never once felt your skin or breathed the same air. Jinx has never been shy, but you have a way of making her feel exposed, even when she isnât stripping down in front of the camera.
the screen flickers, and you appear; hair tumbling over your bare shoulders, lips already parted, skin warm and flushed from the heat of your bedroom. youâre wearing that robe againâdeep red, barely held together by the loosest of ties, leaving just enough to make her wish she could reach through the screen and pull it open herself.
you look wreckable, and you want to beâshe knows that.
âdamn,â she murmurs, licking her rosy lips. âyou didnât waste any time, huh?â
your smirk is slow as your gaze drags over her image on the screen, wanting. âneither did you.â
Jinx shifts, deliberately dragging her fingers up her bare thigh, watching your eyes follow the movement.
she wanted to be good. really, she did; she told herself sheâd start with something sweet, ask you how your day was, maybe even tease a little before getting to the part sheâd been thinking about since the moment she woke up.
but fuck, youâre right there, looking so soft, so warm, so fucking tempting, and her patience is gone. her tongue darts out to wet her lips, voice dropping into something low, hungry. âyou waiting for me to ask nicely, orâŠ?â
you tilt your head, eyes glinting with something wicked. âyou could ask nicely.â
she scoffs. ânot my style.â
your grin widens as your fingers slip beneath the edge of your robe, parting the fabric just a little moreâjust enough to tease. âthen maybe iâll make you work for it.â
Jinx just chuckles, genuinely amused this time and completely unbothered because you always say thatâyouâre usually the first to break, too. âsure you will,â she drawls, her smirk deepening. âgo on, trouble. make me.â
you narrow your eyes, the flicker of indignation in them only making her smirk grow. cocky little shit, always so sure of herself.
but youâre not giving up just yet. you lean forward, chest pressing subtly toward the laptop, adjusting the webcam just enough to let her see the way two of your fingers slip between your lips. you hum softly, coating them in warm, wet heat before pulling them out with a quiet, obscene little pop. her gaze darkens instantly.
you trail your slick digits slowly down the valley of your breasts, dragging moisture over flushed skin, watching Jinx watch you. âbet you wish you could touch me right now,â you press on, voice soft and airy, deliberately pornographic. you want her to feel it, to ache for it.
her smirk twitches, her cocky composure wavering just slightly. her pupils are blown wide, her chest rising and falling just a little too fast âyou have no idea,â she mutters, voice rough.
your lips curve, heat pooling in your stomach at the way sheâs looking at you, at the hunger there. âoh, i think i do.â
she exhales sharply, her fingers twitching against the sheets. âyou gonna show me?â
âyou first.â
Jinx sighs, feigning disappointment. âso demanding.â
âso stubborn.â
she only grins in return, dragging the moment out, making you wait. instead of stripping fully, she lifts her shirt a little higherâher fingers skimming over her stomach, tracing lazy circles against soft and creamy skin, dipping dangerously low.
so close, but not quite.
âi love when you try to play this game,â she murmurs, her voice a slow, delicious drawl. âreally, i do.â
the shift in control is so quick you barely catch it before itâs slipping through your fingers. she feels your resolve waver, and that smug, knowing look is back in full force. âiâll give you one more chance,â she says, tilting her head. âbe a good girl and give in now, and i might go easy on you.â
you suck in a breath, pulse hammering in your throat. you could keep fighting, keep teasing, keep pretending you have the upper hand; but Jinx knows you too fucking well.
you exhale slowly before reaching for the sash of your robe. the silk slips open, revealing smooth, bare skin beneath. âhappy now?â you groan, falling back against your pillows.
she drags her teeth over her bottom lip, eyes locked onto your every movement. âgetting there.â god, she hates that thereâs a screen between youâthat youâre right there, and yet still untouchable.
âyour turn.â
she shivers as she lets her hand drift lower, lazily pulling her knees toward her chest. âyou gonna watch real close for me?â her voice is candy-sweet, purposefully cheeky.
âwouldnât miss a thing,â you rasp, gripping your sheets in anticipation.
her smirk deepens. good.
âyou know,â Jinx purrs, her voice laced with amusement, âthere are people out there whoâd drop a stupid amount of cash on a camgirl for a show like this.â she pauses, manicured nails dragging over the lacy material of her panties. âbut me? i do it just for you.â she pulls the fabric upward, between her puffy folds, whining softly as it digs into her needy clit.
you whimper. actually whimper just from that alone. âfuck.â
âalready?â she can feel the weight of your attention, and she relishes it. âyou like seeing me like this?â
you swallow hard, fingers moving in slow, teasing circles over your own skin, making yourself shudder. âjust keep going.â you want her hands on you, slow and cruel fingers exploring your body like she has all the time in the world. watching her through the screen, the way her hips are rolling lazily against the fabric of her panties, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she grins at youâitâs not enough.
she hums in pleasure, finally releasing the material with a shaky sigh. âtell me what youâre thinking.â
you inhale sharply, eyes locked onto Jinx like you want to devour her. âiâm thinking about how much i hate this distance.â
she chuckles, breathless. âno shit.â
you smirk back, but it falters as your hand moves again, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips as you unceremoniously sink a finger past your aching entrance.
her eyes widen. âfuck. youâre alreadyââ
you nod, eyelids fluttering, and she groans as she finally sheds her loose top to give you something to really look at, pink nipples already hardened and begging for attention. âwish it was me?â
âso bad.â your breath hitches as her perky tits come into view, admiring the way the blue clouds of her tattoo curl above her right nipple; you figure it mustâve hurt getting it done, but you know she enjoyed every second of itâprobably let out a small whimper at some point, too.
she hooks her thumbs under the elastic clinging to her hips, planting her feet on the bed as she finally slides her panties down her thighs, kicking them off. âbet youâre so wet for me.â
you moan, pushing your finger deeper as she displays her pink cunt, spreading her own slick folds so you can have your fill. âcome on, pretty girl,â she coaxes, voice honeyed and slow. âdonât you wanna let me see?â
you barely hesitate before you scoot closer, letting her see just how much you want this, how much you want her.
âyou getting shy on me now?â she tuts, collecting her moisture and dragging it upward, playing with her sensitive bud. âadd one more.â
your body tenses at the command, and you comply, easily stuffing a second finger in. she lets out a quiet, satisfied hum, her gaze locked onto every tiny movement, every shift of your hips, every sharp inhale.
âthatâs it. good fucking girl,â she murmurs. âfeel me?â
âmmm, yeah,â you exhale sharply, your body twitching as you pump in and out at a steady rhythm. âi do.â
she mewls as she applies more pressure against herself, slowly spiraling from the image alone. âhowâs it feel?â
you tilt your head back, fully sinking into it. âlike your hands are all over me.â
âthey would be.â
you whimper, pleasure curling in your gut at the thought of Jinxâs touch instead of your own, her body pressing you down, making you take it. but itâs just you and the screens between you, the grainy flicker of video quality that blurs her edges but never dulls the intensity in her eyes. âwhere would you touch me first?â
she exhales, free hand trailing to her chest and pinching a hardened peak, before rolling it between her thumb and index finger, mewling like a needy cat from the added stimulation. âmhm, here⊠and thenââ her back arches softly as she teases her tiny hole with shallow thrusts, like sheâs touching you instead. âhere.â
you let out a ragged breath, your body tightening. âJinxââ
âlook at you,â she murmurs, her fingers moving a little faster. âfucking yourself for me. so needy.â how ironic, you think.
your thighs press together for a second before you force them back open, knowing sheâs watching. âshut up,â you mutter, but your voice shakes, pleasure fraying the edges of your words.
âyou wish i was stretching you out instead?â she presses, voice dripping with mock sympathy, filthy and thick with heat. âmhm, i know you do.â
you groan, your free hand fisting into the sheets to anchor yourself.
âeasy, baby,â she croons, her teasing momentarily softening as your frustration spills over. but her voiceâlow, syrup-thickâonly makes it worse. âwish it was your mouth instead.â
she leans in slightly, her eyes locking onto the webcam with a sharp, predatory gleam, like sheâs seeing you, like sheâs right there. âwish I could ride that pretty tongue,â she breathes, her lips curling into something downright sinful. but then her voice dips into that slow, taunting drawl again. âyouâd love that, wouldnât you? getting me all messy, still tasting me hours later?â
youâre grateful for your vivid imaginationâbecause right now, you can practically taste her. you imagine it would be rich and heady, intoxicating. salty-sweet, like sweat-dampened skin kissed by heat. you can almost feel the way her juices would linger, sticky and warm, a sinful kind of aftertaste that would make you chase it, again and again, never quite satisfied, never quite finished.
your movements grow frantic, your body desperate, chasing something just out of reach. âyouâll ruin me,â you gasp, your voice breaking, raw with need.
she lets out a sweet, knowing chuckle. because of course she willâthe screen between you is nothing but a temporary barrier to something inevitable.
âgo faster,â you whimper pleadingly, needing her to feel it, needing her to match you.
and Jinxâdespite all her previous teasingâobeys instantly, fingers thrusting into her needy hole and pulling wet squelching sounds from it, arousal dripping onto the sheets below. her whole body shudders at the image of you on top of her, taking what you need, fucking using her.
you let out a soft hum in response, low and breathy. âfeel good, baby?â
she groans, brows knitting together as she feels the way her stomach clenches, the way every muscle in her body coils tight like a bowstring about to snap. âyou know it does.â
âyou gonna come with me?â your eyes flutter shut for a moment before snapping back open, locking onto hers through the screen. âyou look so fucking pretty when you do.â her hips jerk under her own touch, and you press on, âpretend iâm right thereâpretend iâm inside you.â
she whimpers, her whole body shaking now. âiâmâoh fuckââ
your pulse is pounding in your ears, your body thrumming, her every movement sending heat through your veins. your breaths tangle through the speakers, sharp and uneven, and you can feel yourself slipping, muscles tensing tighter and tighterâ
and then she moans, soft and wrecked, and you hold back just enough to catch a glimpse of her face twisting in pleasure before you follow. your back arches, breath hitching in your throat as the world shatters in a rush of heat and white noise.
somewhere through the haze, Jinx hears her name spilling from your lips, breathy and desperate, like sheâs right there, pressed against you, instead of miles away.
for a long moment, thereâs only the distant hum of the laptop and the sound of breathingâheavy, shaky, spentâas you ride the same wave that crashed over the both of you.
âholy shit,â she pants, voice wrecked as she drags a hand through her messy hair. âi felt you.â
you let out a breathless laugh, watching as her juices trail down to her peach-shaped ass, glistening in the faint glow of her screen, wishing you could be the one to lick her clean. âmmm. that good, huh?â
Jinx finally cracks a lazy, exhausted grin. âimagine how much better itâll be when iâm actually there.â she exhales sharply, taking in the sight of youâflushed, glowing, perfect.
your gaze darkens, lips curling into something wicked.
âthen hurry the fuck up and come get me.â
oh, she would.

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