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fireya-x · 3 months ago

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hold me close and tell me that it's real

【 AO3 Link (full tag list) || masterlist 】 ✦ John Price x Reader ✦ A message to a wrong number turns out to be just perfectly right. ✦ 4.7k words ✦ tags/cw: smut, neighbor!price, wrong number, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, strangers to lovers, aftercare

The bathroom air, thick with steam, clung to the cool tiles. The fogged mirror reflected a distorted image of you, a silhouette emerging from the swirling mist. You’d agonized over which photo to send the firefighter from Tinder, meticulously staging it until your body was just visible enough through the hazed mirror, the outline of your body a clear invitation. Biting your lip, a nervous blush warmed your cheeks. You usually weren’t one for such blatant displays of… yourself.

But tonight, something felt different. Reckless. Desperate, even. Maybe it was the gnawing loneliness that had been settling in your bones lately — a constant, dull ache that no amount of casual encounters seemed to alleviate — that made you reckless.

You reached for your phone and began typing a casual message, trying to sound as flirty and inviting as possible. Attaching the photo, you hesitated, chewing on your lower lip, a familiar wave of self-doubt washing over you.

Was this too much? Would he even be interested? Was your body even desirable enough?

You’d always been self-conscious about your curves and softness, comparing yourself to the impossibly thin, toned figures gracing the pages of magazines, the women who seemed to attract the attention and affection you craved effortlessly. The string of meaningless dates, the empty encounters that had left you feeling more hollow than fulfilled, had only amplified your insecurities.

You’re not enough. You’re too much. You’ll never find someone who truly wants all of you.

He was attractive, yes, this firefighter, with rugged handsomeness, but something still felt off. He wasn't him. He wasn't John Price, your enigmatic, handsome neighbor who sometimes fed your cat, whose presence electrified the air, sending a ripple of awareness through your senses whenever he was near. You’d always found him incredibly attractive, a silent, secret yearning simmering beneath the surface of your polite, neighborly interactions. But the brief, almost impersonal conversations you’d shared – about preferred cat food, the best local dry cleaner, the noise from the construction site down the street – had led you to believe that he saw you as nothing more than a friendly face in the hallway, a helpful neighbor. Certainly not someone he’d ever be interested in.

But you couldn’t help it. Those stolen glimpses of him – carrying groceries, his strong hands gripping the bags, shirtless after he was out running or repairing his motorbike, the muscles in his arms flexing beneath the worn leather of his jacket – were seared into your memory, each a silent, secret fantasy. John Price, with the fine lines etched into his face by age and experience, the crinkles around his eyes whenever he smiled, the intense gaze that seemed to see right through you, the sometimes rough beard you longed to touch, the effortless kindness that radiated from him — he was everything the men you'd dated were not.

Still, he was a mystery, a silent, smoldering ember that had been slowly igniting a fire within you for months. A fire you’d diligently tried to extinguish, knowing, or rather believing, that it would never be reciprocated.

You hit send.

Your stomach plummeted. No. Panic seized you, your heart pounding against your ribs like a trapped bird. You scrambled for your phone, your fingers damp, desperately trying to undo the unthinkable, but the dreaded "Delivered" notification appeared on the screen.

Mortification washed over you, hot and stinging, a tidal wave of shame threatening to drown you in its intensity. You sank to the bathroom floor, naked and now shaking, the forgotten towel a crumpled heap beside you. The stinging cold bathroom tiles against your skin seemed to mock your misery, amplifying your sense of utter humiliation. Your breath hitched in your throat, a strangled sob escaping your lips.

The text had been delivered to John, not Josh from Tinder - your damned clumsy fingers hit the wrong recipient.

Then, a soft vibration against your thigh. Your phone.

John: Well, hello there. I wasn't expecting this kind of payment for occasionally feeding your cat.

A wave of heat flooded your cheeks, the blush burning against your skin. He was teasing you. Of course, he was. He was probably laughing at you, finding your blatant display of desperation pathetic. You wanted to disappear, to melt into the bathroom tiles and cease to exist.

You: oh my god, john. i am so incredibly sorry. this was a complete accident. wrong number!! i can’t believe this happened

John: An accident? How disappointing. I am rather enjoying the view.

You: i should have checked correctly. i’m so sorry

You: i'm so mortified

You: i’ll find someone else to look after Milo

You: i am so so sorry

John: Mortified? Don't be. You look beautiful. Breathtaking, actually.

You didn’t know what to say. Was he being serious? Or was he just toying with you, enjoying your discomfort? You couldn’t tell; his tone was so carefully neutral. Then, another text.

John: Lucky guy who was supposed to receive that photo.

You: just another date. nothing special. who knows

You typed back, trying to sound nonchalant, but your fingers trembled on the keyboard.

John: Are they treating you right, at least?

The question, so unexpected, so caring , caught you off guard. A lump formed in your throat, and the casual encounters of the past few months suddenly felt even more hollow and meaningless than ever.

You: sometimes

You replied, just a single word, yet it was heavy with unspoken longing for something better.

John: Tell me, what was the plan with that photo?

You hesitated, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. How could you explain the desperate want you felt sometimes, to be needed, to be loved, to be seen?

You: i don’t know… i just hoped it would make him want me

The words tumbled out, raw and vulnerable.

John: Do you want to be wanted, love?

The question, so simple, so direct, pierced through your defenses, striking deep within you. Your body was aching for a touch that had always seemed just out of reach. You’d craved it, yes, the feeling of being wanted, of being desired, but the encounters you’d had, the fleeting moments of intimacy, had never truly satisfied that yearning.

Instead, they’d only left you feeling emptier, more alone.

You: yes

You cringed inwardly at the desperation you put forward without hesitation. There was a small silence before your phone buzzed again.

John: I’d kiss away the water drops from your sweet tits to show you just how much I’d want you.

Your eyes went wide, a blush, hot and intense, flooded your cheeks at his boldness. You certainly hadn’t expected a text like that .

You took a deep breath.

He wasn’t just toying with you. He was serious. This wasn’t happening. Was it?

Another vibration of your phone.

John: Tell me what you want, love.

And then, the dam broke. All the pent-up desires, the unspoken longings, the secret fantasies you’d harbored for so long came pouring out in a torrent of words.

You: your hands on me… your mouth. everywhere

John: What a coincidence. I want to worship your gorgeous body.

You: i want to feel your lips on mine, your tongue exploring my mouth…

A shiver ran down your spine as you typed the words, the image vivid in your mind.

John: Another coincidence, because I want to taste you, love. Every inch of you.

You: id lie if i said i have never thought about how you’d feel inside me before

You: you’d probably feel so good

Why did you tell him that? You didn’t know. The thought simply sent a wave of heat through your core. Any shame that was supposed to be there was long gone.

John: Fuck. I wish you could feel how hard you make me.

You: i wish i could

The three dots appeared on the screen again, promising another text from him. You stared at them with an intensity that bordered on obsession, your heart pounding with anticipation. What would he say next? What would he do? The dots danced again, then vanished, leaving you suspended in silence.

A sudden, sharp knock on your door echoed through the quiet apartment, and your heart leapt. You scrambled to your feet, grabbing the towel and wrapping it hastily around yourself.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest and your hand hovering over the doorknob. Then, taking a deep breath, you slowly opened the door.

John Price. Filling your doorway, his eyes dark with a desire that mirrored your own, his breathing ragged. He didn’t speak, didn't give you time to even register his arrival completely – the second the door was open, he reached for you, pulling you against him, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry, demanding kiss that stole your breath away.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough against your lips, his hands roaming over your body, mapping every curve, every inch of exposed skin.

“You feel that?” He murmured against your lips, grinding his hips against yours, his erection pressing hard against your stomach. “That’s all you, love.”

Your mind went blank. You couldn't speak, only moan softly as his lips trailed down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin below your ear, his beard scratching the soft skin along the path. Your hands found their way to his back, pulling him closer, your fingers digging into the taut muscles beneath his shirt. You reached lower, grabbing him through his pants, desperate for more contact. He groaned, a low rumble of pure lust that echoed through you, making every nerve ending in your body sing.

“Mm, I’ve dreamt about touching you like this,” he groaned and pulled away, reaching behind him and closing the door, then carefully started walking forward while holding onto you, pushing you towards your bedroom with long strides, barely holding back himself. His hands were now ripping his clothes off and then your towel, leaving you completely naked in front of him – but you didn’t even register any of that. If you did, you probably wouldn’t care anyway.

He wasted no time, pushing you gently onto the bed, his body following quickly after. His weight was comforting and, at the same time, exhilarating. His lips found yours, hungry and demanding but with a tenderness that surprised you. It wasn't just lust; it was something more, something deeper. A connection you hadn't expected, but now, in this moment, felt undeniable. You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands roaming over his back, feeling the muscles dance beneath his skin.

It just felt right. Like a culmination of all the stolen glances, the unspoken desires, the secret admiration you'd harbored for so long.

Never in a million years had you thought he’d think about you the same way.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck again. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin. "So fucking perfect.” His words sent a shiver down your spine. No one had ever spoken to you like this, with such raw, unfiltered adoration. It made you feel beautiful, desirable, worthy in a way you hadn't before.

For a moment, he just looked at you, his gaze intense, drinking in the sight of your naked body beneath him. A blush crept up your neck, a mixture of shyness and excitement. Then, his gaze dropped lower, his eyes dark and hungry as he settled between your legs.

Your breath hitched in your throat, anticipation coiling in your belly. His hands framed your hips, his fingers tracing the delicate skin of your inner thighs, sending shivers dancing across your skin. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your core, making your muscles clench in anticipation. The tip of his tongue darted out, a tentative touch that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. You gasped, your hips lifting involuntarily towards him.

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and then he delved deeper, his mouth working its magic, his tongue and lips creating a symphony of sensations.

He knew exactly what he was doing, his rhythm building, the pressure increasing, his tongue a skilled artist painting pleasure across your most sensitive flesh. “John,” you moaned, his name a breathy whisper escaping your lips, a plea for more. He hummed against you, a low, guttural sound of approval. You tangled your fingers in his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, each one more intense than the last. His tongue and lips worked tirelessly until your body tensed and balanced at the edge of release.

And then, with a final, exquisite flick of his tongue, he sent you spiralling over the edge. You came hard, your body convulsing around his mouth, your cries unfiltered and shamelessly loud, a release so intense it left you breathless and trembling, your mind a blissful blank.

He rose, his eyes dark with satisfaction, a triumphant glint in their depths. Before he moved higher, though, his fingers dipped between your legs, testing your wetness. He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. A warm thrill coursed through your body at the sight, a tingling sensation that ran along your spine.

He leaned in, his body hovering over yours, his lips meeting yours in a deep, lingering kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue, the flavor intoxicating, a tangible reminder of the pleasure he'd just brought you – the combination of the lingering aftershocks of your orgasm and the feel of his lips on yours, his taste mingled with your own, was almost too much to bear.

As his tongue explored your mouth, he moved between your legs, aligning himself with your entrance. With a soft groan, he pushed inside, slowly, carefully, his kiss deepening as he filled you.

It was a perfect fit, a seamless joining of two bodies, punctuated by soft moans and your mingled breaths.

And then, he began to move, his rhythm slow and steady, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, your moans soft against his lips. It was almost… loving. A gentle exploration, a tender dance between two lost souls connecting.

Suddenly, you felt his hands explore your folds, gently touching our clit, wandering down below where your bodies connected – before a finger pressed against your other hole – and your breath hitched.

He seemed to notice your reaction and chuckled lightly. He stopped moving to look right into your eyes. “Tell me, did any of the Tinder boys ever fuck you here?” He put more pressure on your asshole, seeking entrance, and your entire world almost fell apart.

“No…,” you whispered, voice shaky. “No one ever has.”

“Good,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “Because I will, and I don't want anyone else touching you from this day forward. You're mine .”

He moved, his thrusts deep and powerful, his whispers raw and possessive, filling your ears with words of praise and adoration that made your heart ache with a happiness you’d never known. The way he moved within you, each thrust increasingly more intense – it was a declaration of his claim. You arched beneath him, your body molding to his, your moans a demonstration of the pleasure, echoing through the room. A heat bloomed within you, spreading through your limbs, pooling in your core, a fire ignited by his touch, his words, his sheer presence.

You accepted your fate of being his, completely and utterly his, captured and taken - and yet in that moment, helpless and surrendered to the intoxicating power of his possession, you’d never felt so free .

He continued to thrust, his rhythm relentless, his body a perfect complement to yours, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back, your nails raking across his skin, leaving marks that mirrored the ones he was leaving on your soul. The world narrowed to the space between your bodies, the sound of your mingled breaths, the raw, unfiltered pleasure that was consuming you both.

Then, just as you felt yourself on the precipice of release, he pulled out, leaving you achingly empty, a void where his warmth and hardness had been just moments before. A whimper escaped your lips, a soft sound of protest, of longing. He turned you over, his hands gentle but firm, guiding you onto your stomach. A shiver of anticipation and a nervous thrill ran through you as you felt his breath hot against your ear, his voice a husky whisper that sent goosebumps rippling across your skin.

“Do you have any lube, love? I want this to be perfect for you.”

You nodded, barely able to point toward your nightstand. Your entire body trembled endlessly, not knowing if it came from pure arousal and lust or this unexplainable affection you felt towards him — how considerate he was with your pleasure and, more so, with your comfort. It left you speechless and breathless, exposed and bare, and longing to never come down from this high, no matter how hard the fall would eventually become.

You silently cursed yourself and the universe for not letting you know there had been a connection between you so much earlier, so you could have been spared all the emptiness and loneliness the fleeting encounters with other men always left behind.

He reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small tube of lubricant. He looked you directly in your eyes – it felt like an unspoken vow, a wordless agreement to give yourself to one another in the deepest possible sense. It felt utterly intimate – to let him , a man you were so painfully shy with just moments ago, perform such an act… how strange the universe worked – and how intensely right it all felt.

His touch was gentle as he lubricated his fingers, one after another, and then reached behind you – so carefully circling your puckered entrance, making you moan softly in surprise and wonder at the completely new feelings. It felt like being touched for the first time in places nobody ever cared to explore – let alone so masterfully gentle and knowing like this. A mix of strange anticipation, embarrassment, and the sheer thrill of being touched by this man sent shivers through your core.

“So fucking tight,” he murmured, pushing his first finger inside, slick with a mix of lube and your juices, so very gently at first. “Want me to fuck that pretty little hole, love?”

“Yes, please ,” you whined, sounding utterly desperate and shameless. With nobody before, you’d ever begged - yet with John, it slipped from your lips almost naturally. He chuckled, and his mouth twisted in a wicked smile, making your heart race.

He continued to prepare you, adding a second finger, slowly stretching you, his touch both firm and incredibly tender, your entire lower abdomen now twisting and pulling itself down in involuntary anticipation of being filled. You gasped, a small moan escaping from your lips. The feeling of being so tenderly explored made tears spring to your eyes. No one had ever treated you like this, with such reverence, such care. You put your head down on its side, trying to catch a glimpse of him, wondering why or how someone like John Price – the distant, mysterious neighbor who seemed to exist in a world of his own, someone who you deemed out of reach just an hour ago, now took such incredible, passionate care of you , making you feel precious . It was almost too much to handle, each gentle stroke making you feel more overwhelmed and wanted. It was everything you always fantasized about, what having a lover truly could feel like but never dared believe to be true.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

You gasped, your body convulsing, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. But it was a good pain, a delicious, welcome ache, a sensation unlike anything you’d ever experienced. He continued to explore your depths, stretching you, accustoming you to the unfamiliar feeling, his touch patient and understanding. His fingers slowly widened you, his movements deliberate and unhurried, giving you time to adjust, to relax into the sensation. All the while, his other hand was buried between your folds underneath you, and his thumb continued to caress your clit, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body, distracting you from any discomfort, replacing it with a growing anticipation.

“Tell me if it's too much,” he whispered. “I don't want to hurt you.”

His words, his tenderness, his concern for your pleasure, melted away the last of your apprehension. You moaned softly, over and over, your body arching against his touch, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

Then suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the lubed head of his cock, pressing gently against your entrance. “Ready, love?”

You nodded, unable to speak, your heart pounding in your chest. He pushed inside, slowly, carefully, giving you time to adjust to his size, his fullness. You gasped, a small cry escaping your lips, but it wasn't pain, not exactly. It was a new sensation, intense and unfamiliar but somehow just right. He paused, waiting for you to relax, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip, his touch a silent reassurance. A feeling of belonging settled deep within you, a terrifying, exhilarating connection unfolding between you.

You knew, with certainty, that this would never be the same with anyone else.

He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, his thrusts deep and powerful, filling you completely. You cried out, your voice a mixture of pleasure and surprise, your body arching against his, desperate for more. He whispered dirty praises against your skin, his words a heady mix of possessiveness and adoration, fueling the fire within you. “You're so fucking tight,” he groaned, “so perfect. All mine.”

With another groan, he pulled you flush against his chest, his arm wrapping tightly around your body, his large hand cupping your breasts, pressing you against him. He held you there and continued to move, but the rhythm changed, becoming a desperate, needy grinding, his hips pushing against yours, the friction building, the intensity escalating. You whimpered again, your head falling back against his shoulder, lost in the overwhelming sensations. It was too much, too intense, too good . You didn’t even know what was real anymore. All you knew was him , the feel of his body against yours, the sound of his breath and his growls in your ear, the raw, unfiltered pleasure that was consuming you.

His other hand moved between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, circling, rubbing, adding to the already overwhelming pleasure. You arched your back, your body writhing against his, your moans growing louder, more desperate. He added two fingers to your slick heat, swirling and stretching you, sending shocks of pleasure through your already overstimulated body. You cried out his name, over and over, lost in the sensations, lost in him.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, “just like that, love. Take it all.”

You shattered, your body convulsing around him, cries mingling with his groans in a symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The release was an explosion of sensation so intense it left you breathless, trembling, mind blissfully blank. He continued to grind against you, each thrust echoing the receding waves of your orgasm. Then, he went still, holding you so tightly against him you forgot how to breathe. The sensation of him pulsating deep inside you, buried within your ass, was exquisitely intimate. It was a connection so profound, so utterly consuming; it sent another ripple of pleasure through your still-sensitive nerves. You felt the warmth of his release, a shared intimacy that brought tears to your eyes. Teeth nipped at your shoulder, followed by a growl that bordered on animalistic, a raw expression of his own pleasure.

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his arm, holding yourself as close as physically possible as he shuddered through his climax. It was a moment of such raw vulnerability, such complete surrender.

For a fleeting second, a flicker of fear sparked within you – the fear of losing this connection, this incredible intimacy.

But he didn't let go. The expected detachment, the sudden chill of loneliness, didn't happen. Instead, he held you close, almost protectively, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His lips brushed against your ear. “You're incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “So fucking incredible.”

His words were a balm to your soul. He hadn't discarded you like the others. He held you as if you were precious, as if you were something to be treasured. You turned in his arms, burying your face in his chest. A warmth spread through you, a deep, abiding sense of peace you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.

Fear whispered that you were overstepping, that this closeness was too much, too soon, but his arms held you captive.

The self-doubt that had plagued you for so long, the insecurities that had whispered insidious lies in your ear, the ghosts of endless, disappointing dates and fleeting encounters – all of it washed away, cleansed by his touch, his words, his sheer adoration. You held onto him, clinging to him as if he were a lifeline, the only solid thing in a world that had become fluid and uncertain.

A playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “So,” you murmured against his chest, your voice still shaky, “does this mean I can repay you like this for cat-sitting more often?”

He kissed your temple, a tender gesture that sent a wave of warmth through you. “Love,” he whispered against your hair, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against your skin, “Not that it matters, but I'd fuck you for free.” He chuckled.

“As often as you'll let me." He paused, his breath warm against your ear, and added, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "In fact, I have a feeling I'm going to need to. And want to. A lot." He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, a possessiveness simmering in their depths. "What's mine," he whispered, his voice low and intense, "is mine."

His words were dark, almost dangerous, but the way he said them, the intensity in his voice, the possessiveness in his gaze, made something deep within you stir.

Belonging. It was a dream you'd almost given up on, a fantasy that had faded with each meaningless date, each disappointing encounter.

His thumb gently stroked your cheek. “You said those other… dates … they only sometimes treat you right?”

His words, soft yet pointed, pricked at the carefully constructed wall around your heart. You swallowed, suddenly shy again. They… they don’t see me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m just… a body.” You hesitated, then continued, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I miss… talking. Laughing. Being held. Someone who looks at me like… like you just did.”

His face softened, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Then let me show you how you deserve to be treated.”

“Are you going to stay?” you whispered, the question barely audible, scared of his reaction.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze holding yours intensely. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please,” you breathed, your fingers finding the short strands of hair at his nape.

“What about your date?”

“You’re better than any date is ever going to be,” you said, the conviction in your voice surprising even yourself. “I never thought you’d… like me this way,” you whispered.

“I always have,” he confessed, his thumb tracing the outline of your lower lip. “I’ve been dreaming about kissing these lips every time you smile at me in the hallway.” He paused, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “That photo… might have been your best mistake ever."

You smiled a genuine, happy smile that reached your eyes. “Keep it,” you whispered, your heart swelling with a joy that felt excitingly new. “And maybe... send me one back sometime?”

He grinned, a flash of heat in his eyes. “I'll see what I can do.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, his beard prickling against your skin. “Now,” he murmured, “where were we?”

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sprytesukii · 22 days ago

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18+ | dry humping with nagi ……. | cw. afab!reader (no pronouns used), dry humping (duh), finger sucking, other stuff lol | ~800 words

you’re usually the one in the relationship to initiate your sexual interactions. if you were an outsider, you’d assume it was because nagi was lazy or didn’t have much of a sex drive.

the reality is closer to the opposite.

nagi almost always wants to have sex. his baseline levels of horny are at a degree most people have to work up to, so he tends to keep it to himself. lets his partners project their sexual preferences onto him and, if necessary, supplements with daily (often multiple times a day) jerk off sessions.

it’s never really been a problem for him. sure, his nonchalant-bordering-on-disinterested aura attracts a lot of people with low expectations and even lower sex drives, but he’s been managing.

masturbating works. so. it’s fine.

or, it was, until he met you.

you’re the only one to - for lack of a better phrase - match his freak.

he doesn’t know how you clocked him — it’s like you smelled the big dick, marathon sex, overstimulation is just a suggestion from a mile away and his sex life has been completely transformed.

still, old habits die hard, so he finds himself waiting for you to initiate which leads you both to moments like this.

you jump him the second he gets home from practice, pushing him against the door and nipping his bottom lip.

a little noise of pleasure escapes him and he can feel your pleased grin. he’s dizzy with it, with you, and even though the door has just barely closed behind him, his cock plumps up in his sweats.

his duffel bag drops to the ground with a thud. as you kiss down the side of his neck, salty with the sweat from practice, nagi belatedly tilts his head away from you, effectively dislodging you from your ministrations.

you pull away easily, but when you look up at him with blown pupils and a little pout, he almost folds all over again.

“i’m gross,” he says instead, sounding a little more breathless than he’d like. “and you haven’t even kissed me yet. properly.”

the pout in your lips stretches into a wide smile, as you stand on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck. this time, he goes easily, your noses brushing against each other.

“you know i like the way you smell after practice sei,” your nails drag against the nape of his neck. he shudders. “sorry for not kissing you. won’t happen again.”

it most certainly will, nagi knows it, knows you, but he doesn’t care, not when you’re pulling him in and pressing your lips together.

in the back of his mind, he’s aware his lips are chapped and that he probably tastes like the lemon lime electrolyte powder he mixes in his water bottle, but it all fades as your lips move against his.

it’s chaste at first - a gentle moving, a little sticky from your gloss - but it quickly picks up steam.

your tongue darts out to trace against his lower lip, the wet drag sending shivers up his spine, and he opens up to let you in.

you slip your tongue into his mouth, curling it around his own in a slick slide that feels like sex itself.

kissing you is all-encompassing. it chokes nagi up, makes it hard for him to think, to focus.

he pants, open mouthed, letting you get your fill. you trace his molars, his canines, the roof of his mouth, until he’s so hard that he’s leaking through his boxers and sweats.

desire rises up in him, like a tidal wave, urging him past his usual complacency to take over. he grabs your face, holding you in place so he can ravage your mouth.

you like it when he gets like this. eager. hungry. even now, nagi can feel the choked sound you let out into the kiss, can feel the way your knees buckle, giving him more of your weight.

he takes it easily, his free hand gripping the hair at the nape of your neck while the one on your face slides down to span from your cheek down to your throat, keeping you still.

you moan again, this time more audibly, and nagi’s head spins. the push and pull you two have makes him feel crazy, hornier than he’s ever been every time you do this.

“mmh-“ you pull away from him, your lips making a wet smack, a string of spit connecting you. nagi hones in on it, bringing his thumb up to break it. feeling possessed, he pushes the digit past your lips, stroking it against your tongue. the tongue that was just in his mouth. his cock throbs.

��seishiro,” your words are garbled around his thumb so he reluctantly pulls it out, but something compels him to bring it, soaked in your saliva, to his own mouth.

nagi sucks it and the taste of you mixed with the heat of him has his eyes fluttering shut. he hears you whimper at the sight he must be making, but self-consciousness can’t even touch the realm you’ve created. it’s only the frantic tug to the hem of his shirt that breaks the moment, his eyes opening to half mast.

“wanna hump you, sei.”

a bolt of heat strikes him right between the legs. he takes a steadying breath. then another. he feels high, even though he’s never been (athlete’s body and all that).

all he can manage is a nod, his self control slipping even though he’s holding tight to it with both hands. you’re delighted at his agreement (as though he would say no to you - as though he even could), and you take his hand, tugging him to the couch.

nagi goes where you direct him easily, sitting on the couch where you quickly straddle his lap.

he thinks you’re going to kiss him again, suck on his tongue like you would his cock, but you surprise him.

you remain sitting upright and you just look at him. your eyes are hazy and unfocused from the arousal, but the gaze is heated. you keep staring as you slowly, deliberately, grind down against his bulge.

it feels good — better than clothed grinding should. he can feel the heat from your core, your own sticky, wet arousal that’s seeped through your bottoms meeting his.

nagi has to fight to keep his eyes open as his hands clamp around your waist, pulling you down more firmly against him. you gasp, his tip nudging your clit, and your hands thread tighter in his hair.

“you’re so big,” you whimper, bearing down against his lap. “i always forget.”

he knows that can’t possibly be true, not with how often you do this (he stretched you out on his cock this morning before practice, the early morning sun just barely filtering through the curtains), but it flatters him anyway. makes his dick kick in its confines.

nagi doesn’t bother answering you, the need to cum and to make you cum outweighing anything else at the moment. his grip tightens as he thrusts up against you, dragging your clothed cunt up and down his length like a toy.

you’ve gone quiet too, now, besides soft moans and choked gasps. with every rut against you, the closer he gets to getting that release.

he can tell it’s not going to take much for you — could tell that by the way you attacked him the moment he got home — by the way your leggings have gone entirely tacky at the center, pulses of slick pouring free.

it’s a heady feeling, that he’s making you feel like this. he bites his lip while picking up the pace, moving you against him as though he’s trying to fuck you through your clothes.

nagi’s hitting your clit with every pass, if the way your legs shake where they hold you above him is any indication. one of his hands slips beneath your shirt to cup a tit, his thumb rubbing against your nipple, and that’s it.

“sei—“ it’s quiet and shaky, the cry of his name, as you cum all over him and yourself. he humps you through it, watching you, unable to look away.

you’re beautiful like this. in the throes of pleasure, caused by him. it’s a feeling only eclipsed by watching your face as he cums inside, marking up your womb. he’s the only one who gets to do so, who has ever done so, and that knowledge makes him feel insane.

when he gets his, though, it’s near silent. it creeps up on him, watching you, but it’s overwhelming.

he nearly blacks out with the force of his orgasm, his cock kicking out ropes and ropes of cum into his boxers, seeping through the thin fabric.

cumming with you is always like this. now, he doesn’t even bother masturbating, because it’s not even worth it. not when you make him feel like this.

it takes a minute for him to come down, and when he does, you look smug as hell.

“came a little soon didn’t you?” you’re like a cat who got the cream (pun intended), and it would maybe be endearing if this wasn’t nagi you were talking to.

he rolls his eyes, before flipping you off his lap and onto your back on the cushions, your breath leaving you in one go.

you look up at nagi, incredulous, and he stares back at you as he grinds down onto your sodden cunt through your clothes. you let out an overstimulated hiss, even as your legs fall open, giving him more access.

“oh,” you moan softly, and he forces a harder thrust against you, his arousal creeping back in like a well worn coat. your eyes widen slightly and nagi feels his blood boil.

yeah. oh.

#[ sprytewrites <3 ]#bllk nagi #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi smut #bllk smut #idk if i like it but whatever #i wanna crawl inside nagi’s skin and wear it tho :p #he’s . soooo bad #[ nagi <3 ]#[ bllk <3 ]

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dykeforhire · 21 days ago

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I Wanna Be Your Dog

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x afab!reader

Description: a night out with the team and a hurricane shot strikes up some interesting experiences between you and Chief Prentiss.

Warnings: (18+) Smut (rough sex, choking, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, strap-sucking), dirty talk, use of she/her pronouns, pet names like good/pretty girl, etc but no full on descriptors.

Playlist: I Wanna Be Your Dog - Joan Jett, Mars needs guitars - Voodoo Gurus

Word count: 13k (sorry not sorry<3)

Read on ao3 | Masterlist

A/n: FINALLY ITS HERE!! enjoy;)

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It’s been a grueling week for the entire team.

The last case was long and exhausting, a seemingly never-ending chase. That is until they finally caught the break they needed to take him down. It was like a tidal wave of relief had crashed over the team. And so, that is how you and the ladies ended up at a bar in town, huddled around a table in the corner of the room, passing around jokes and playing ridiculous games that co-workers most definitely should not play together. But tonight, you are all simply close friends.

“Okay, okay- Y/n! How about you?” JJ quipped playfully from the other side of the table, her warm, blonde locks tousled messily over her shoulder. “What is your craziest sex story?”

You flush slightly under the gaze of your intrigued co-workers, eyes falling to the half-empty glass in your hand. “Oh man, I don’t know…” You tipped your head back in thought, gazing up at the ceiling with a squint.

“When I was a teenager, I had this girlfriend…” You laugh at the ridiculous memory. “She’s a sweet girl, but she’s from a pretty religious family. And one time, when we were y’know… doing it in her bedroom, her mom walked in on me laid out over the desk with her daughter's head between my legs…” You heard a couple of gasps from around the table, followed by laughter.

“And her mother genuinely screamed and ran! I had to jump out her bedroom window half-naked!” You motioned dramatically with your hands, before sipping on your drink.

“Oh my GOD, Y/n!” JJ guffawed, tossing her head back in laughter.

“That’s- oh my, I don’t think I’d be able to live after that!” Penelope sits stunned next to you, her bracelets clinking together as she shifts to face you, her hand landing on your shoulder.

“Yeahh… safe to say I never saw her again.” You chuckled. “Her mom sent her off to some private academy the next week, and the last I heard from her was in a letter she wrote, stating she found god and that I should repent too!” Your eyes widen for dramatic effect as you lean back in your chair, tilting it on its hind legs.

“Oh Jesus…” Tara mumbled, a low chuckle rumbling from her chest as she took a swig from her beer.

“Never again with the religious girls…” you shake your head, laughing to yourself silently.

“Unless they’re ex-religious! Those are the interesting ones…” JJ raises her finger in the air, giving you a bright smile. You can’t help but raise your brows at the response, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth as you give her a curious look.

“Are you insinuating something, JJ?” Your voice is low, your finger drawing circles over the rim of your drink.

“No! No… I’m one of them! I also just know a few things I shouldn’t about some people…” Her eyes drift conspicuously over toward Emily's shadowy figure in the corner of the table.

All eyes shift to her and Emily looks up from her lap, presumably fiddling with her cuticles. Her dark eyes, almost black in the low lighting, and her strong shoulders are sharply accentuated by the fitted blazer she has on.

You can’t deny the ridiculous crush you have on the Unit Chief. Ever since you met the woman upon her return from Interpol, you’d developed quite the infatuation.

You’re entranced by the way she carries herself with such effortless confidence. The way her dark hair frames her gracefully (and very attractively) aged face, the way she handles a weapon, and the way she takes complete control over a situation fills you with a quiet aching that so desperately itches to be taken care of.

“What?” Emily deadpans, her perfect brows arching while her eyes search the faces of the table for an answer.

“Nothing, just JJ insinuating that you’re a freak in the sheets.” Penelope chirps. Emily rolls her eyes, her thumb and middle finger squeezing at her temples as she lets out a sigh.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t discuss my personal life at the table, Jayje.” She gives JJ a pointed look.

“It’s just the topic of conversation, Em. I didn’t say anything, just made a comment.” JJ waves her hands in the air in sarcastic defense, shooting the ravenette a cheesy smile.

You know the women have been close friends for ages, but their banter seems to strike a faintly jealous nerve in your stomach. Do they have history? Or are they just so close that they know intimate details about each other's sex lives?

Either way, you didn’t really want to find out.

“I’m not very in favor of sharing details regarding my intimacies with other women… that’s strictly between them and myself.” Emily shifts so her arm could rest comfortably over the back of her chair. The buttons of her blouse pull tought with the position, showing a sliver of her milky chest.

Your eyes linger there for a moment, and upon their return to Emily’s face, her eyes are already locked on you. A smirk tilts the corner of her mouth, minuscule enough that you almost don’t notice it.

Chest thick with embarrassment, you turn your gaze away. A flush prickling over your skin.

“Oh! Let’s go dance!” Penelope suddenly blurts beside you, her hands tapping excitedly at your shoulders as she hops up from her chair.

The bass of the music buzzes through your bones as Penelope practically drags you to the cramped dance floor.

You crane your neck to see if the others are following, you find Tara and JJ practically shoving Emily along. Her boot-clad feet shuffle across the floor as she moves, while a contradictory smile curls across her lips. You notice she’s shed the blazer, leaving her in a simple pair of black slacks and a matching button-down.

The air is cloudy and thick with the smell of sweating bodies and cologne. Penelope finds a decent-sized hole in the crowd and pulls you in, twirling you around as she begins dancing. You can’t help but laugh and wrap your arms around her, swaying back and forth in a soft embrace.

JJ’s hand suddenly cuts between you two, her cheeks glowing with the strength of her smile as she worms into Penelope’s space, bumping you out of the way with her hip.

You see Tara moving in closer to JJ and Penelope, but Emily is nowhere to be found. Your eyes scan the crowd, hoping to spot her head above the rest. Without luck, you begin dancing alone but close to the others.

A pair of hands squeezing at your waist from behind causes you to jump. Quickly, you spin around, ready to confront whoever it is.

Unsurprisingly, it’s a man you hadn’t seen, his face dripping with a thick layer of sweat. You could smell the liquor on him as he tried to pull you closer. Your fingers claw at his wrists in attempts to free yourself but to no avail.

He smiles eerily down at you, as your hands press against his damp chest, attempting to create enough distance to break away.

“Let g-” you start, but your demand is cut off when the man is aggressively shoved away from you. His arms clamber at the nearby bodies of strangers as he falls backward, inevitably landing on the floor despite his attempts to balance himself.

You jump back, wrapping your arms around yourself as you turn to greet your hero.

And of course… It's Emily. And God, does she look hot when she’s mad.

Her face is red with anger as she brushes past you, standing over the man all while clawing at his shirt, her arms flexing under the material of her blouse as she lifts his torso from the ground, landing a solid punch across his nose before pulling him in close and shouting something illegible in his face.

Your mouth hangs agape as the man wiggles away from her sheepishly, his eyes wide with fear and nose leaking blood as a few burly bar employees rush in and drag him outside.

She flashes her badge as one strides in her direction, waving him off.

When Emily turns back to you, the veins in her neck are bulging, pumping adrenaline throughout her body. Her eyes find yours immediately, big and full of concern. Her hands find you next, wrapping delicately around your biceps and pulling you against her chest.

Your limbs fall languidly around her waist as you lean against her. Her warm scent fills your senses as you take a deep breath, calming the incessant beating of your heart.

She smells like clean laundry and sweet shampoo, mixed with the heady essence of sweat that clings to the back of her neck. It’s intoxicating.

Your eyes scan the room in a daze of shock as Emily strokes the side of your head. But deep within you, something is crackling into a blaze– like the pit of a volcano that some delinquent teenager kicked a rock into.

There was just something so attractive about her protecting you like that. Putting herself in harm's way, practically mauling that man for putting his hands on you.

You see Penelope shuffling into your line of sight, her warm hand reaching out to cup your cheek as her eyes worry over you. Emily pulls back from the hug, a hand sliding to rest against your trap, squeezing the muscle lightly as she watches your interaction with Penelope.

“Oh, my sweet, Y/n! Are you okay? That was insane!” The woman crowds you, checking over your skin for any sign of blemishes.

“Yeah, yeah, Pen. I’m okay…” Your gaze flicks over to Emily, her eyes already fixated on you. The darkness of her irises still glints with that mixture of anger and concern. She slips her hand from your shoulder, you almost protest the removal and reach for her again. But you don’t.

“Oh good. The audacity of men! Thank god Emily caught that!” Penelope sighs frustratedly, her palms cupping your jaw while her thumbs brush over your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah- thank you… Emily. Really.” Your eyes find her again, smiling shyly as she nods curtly in acknowledgment.

“It’s no problem. That douchebag needed a reality check and I was happy to give it to him.” She chuckles, showing off that infamous smile of hers.

You can’t help but grin back at her, laughing softly as the image of Emily taking a man nearly double her size to the ground replays in your mind.

“My knight in shining armor.” You give Emily a pout, reaching out to punch her shoulder teasingly.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much now…” she scoffs. “Come on… I’m gonna get you a drink.”

Before you can respond, Emily starts towards the bar. You give Penelope a quick smile, reassuring her and the others that you’re alright before quickly following after the older woman.

You find her perched against the countertop, resting one of her feet on the foot-rail. The sleeves of her blouse are rolled up to her elbows, her forearm muscles twitching deliciously as she reaches for her drink.

“Hey…” you settle in next to her, your arm brushing against hers with the closeness.

“Hey, you.” Emily smirks. “What are you drinking? Want a shot?” She looks at you excitedly, her brows jiggling as she flags the bartender down with a wave of her finger.

“Oh Christ... I don’t think I can stomach more shots. Water will do just fine.” You laugh, shaking your head. Emily nods in acknowledgment, repeating what you said to the man behind the bar.

“Thank you…” You give her a soft smile, fingers tapping anxiously on the mildly sticky wood of the bar. The feeling of being so close to Emily wracking your body with a sort of nervous energy. You could smell her perfume lingering in the humid air, a sense of groundedness within the unruly scene.

“No problem.” Emily smiles at you over the lip of her drink, her nose crinkling as she takes a slow sip.

The pair of you sit in a mildly uncomfortable silence while you wait on your drink, butterflies swimming in the pit of your stomach.

You admire the way Emily’s skin glows in the low light of the bar, the faint colors from the dancefloor reflecting a warmer tone onto her porcelain complexion. With a flick of her chin, Emily’s thick locks whirl over her shoulder, giving way to the soft curve of her jawline.

You’re pulled out of your trance when the bartender places the drink in front of you, which you immediately pick up and take a long sip. Emily studies you with an amused expression, her head tilting as she turns and leans her side against the counter.

“Ahh, refreshing.” you sigh, placing the glass on a napkin.

“Yeah?” Emily feigns a concerned look. “Are you sure you’re alright? I can get you a ride home if you-”

“Yes- sorry… I’m fine, nothing I haven’t seen before.” you flash her a tight-lipped smile as you reach for your drink again.

“Well...” Emily’s warm hand reaches out, her palm rubbing over your tricep. “If you ever happen to encounter a guy like that ever again, just know you can always count on me to take care of it.”

You can’t help the giggle that erupts from your chest. A blush spreads over your face as you shy away from her gaze, your full attention on watching the condensation drip from your glass.

“What?” Emily gives you a questioning arch of her brow.

“Oh- it’s nothing…” you brush her off, looking down at the amber liquid swirling in your glass.

“It’s obviously not nothing, you’re acting funny.” She chuckles, scooting a bit closer to you and resting her elbow on the bar top, somewhat trapping you in place. “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh god…” you sigh, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you place the cup down and hide behind your hands. “You getting all aggressive when that guy was on me was kinda… y’know…” you peek over at Emily through parted fingers.

She has a sarcastically confused but prideful grin on her face, dark eyes raking over your body as she steps even closer.

“Was what?” Emily leans in, her hip resting against your own. “I’m not sure what you mean.” She tilts her chin at you, her tongue poking through her teeth suggestively as she speaks.

“I think you do, Prentiss… you’re a profiler AND you have eyes.” You scoff, downing the rest of your drink– a slight relief from the dryness in your throat.

“I might have an idea, but…” her eyes leave you for a moment, glancing at the crowd, before leaning in so close her lips brush against the shell of your ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Emily’s voice is molten against your skin, sending a shiver throughout your entire body. When she pulls away, it’s only by a few inches, her eyes trained heavily on you. Your eyes dart between hers for a moment, and you can feel the thick warmth pooling in your gut as she watches you.

“It was really hot.” You state bluntly, a bit unsure of where the sudden courage stems from, but it leaves your mouth without a second thought. There’s a sparkle in Emily’s eyes when she hears those words, her small smirk growing once again.

“That wasn’t so hard, hm?” She reaches up to brush the loose hairs from your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You blush even harder as her hand gently cups the back of your neck.

“I bet…” her thumb presses into the soft flesh below your ear. “You would do whatever I told you to…” Her bottom lip glistens as she glides her tongue across the skin before pulling it between her perfect teeth.

You watch her thoughtlessly, eyes following the movement of her mouth as you struggle to find any semblance of a response. A bit stunned by how forward she’s being, but by no means opposed.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She cups your jaw, and you nearly moan aloud at the contact mixed with her words, successfully stifling it down to a hardly innocent whimper.

“Oh, she likes that…” Emily beams, her hand trailing underneath your chin to aim it towards her. “Hmm, let’s see… and how would she feel about being my good girl tonight?”

You’re quite mortified by the statement internally, not in a bad way, of course— but it doesn’t show. Never in your wildest dreams would you think something like this would ever happen, especially since she is your boss. The same boss that you’ve been pining after for months.

“Yes…” your voice is nearly a whisper, leaning desperately into her warm touch. Emily smiles proudly in the wake of your response.

“Hmm, well… why don't you start by dancing with me?” She squeezes your jaw before releasing it roughly. You let your head fall to the side as she downs the remainder of her drink. A dopey grin crosses your face as you look back at her through fluttering lashes.

“Come on, this is a good one…” Emily chuckles, gripping your clammy hand and tugging you back to the dancefloor.

[So messed up, I want you here]

The heavy sound of guitar fills your ears, you recognize the song instantly; I Wanna Be Your Dog by Joan Jett– of course, Emily loves this song.

[And in my room, I want you here]

Emily wraps her arm around your waist tightly, pulling you flush against her body as she sways with the music. You let your arms wrap around her neck, fingers tangling into the hair at her nape as you lean into the embrace.

Emily smiles down at you, and it's like there is no one else in the room. It feels like your skin is burning and you couldn't be happier (and hornier).

[yeah, and now we’re gonna be face to face, ugh]

“You're beautiful, I hope you know that” You flush at the compliment, burying your face into her shoulder as your bodies twist together to the rhythm of the music.

“Thank you. You’re really really gorgeous.” Your nose brushes against the soft skin of her neck as you return the compliment. You feel her finger looping through your belt loop, just barely grazing the curve of your ass. She chuckles and you can feel the vibrations from her chest against your own.

[And I’ll lay right down in your favorite place]

“Yeah! You know where that is!” You sing along to the song with a smile, pulling away from Emily and spinning around, your ass brushing against her front as you gyrate against her.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

Emily's hands settle low on your hips, the tips of her fingers digging into your upper thigh. You feel her hot breath tickling the back of your neck, soon followed by the subtle brush of her lips.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

You let your head fall back onto her shoulder, mouth falling open as she places a full-fledged kiss on the hot skin. Your hands settle atop hers, letting her wrap around your waist tighter.

[Now I wanna be your dog! Ow!]

“Oh, fuck…” you whimper as she nips at the shell of your ear, her hands gripping tightly over the muscle of your hip, shooting sparks of heat straight to your core.

You can hear her raspy chuckle, and you can already see the smug face she’s wearing in your head. You spin out of her grasp again– she follows along, twirling you a few times before pulling your front against her.

[Ooh, give it to me]

“Ooh, give it to me.” you sing in unison with the song, smirking up at Emily as she growls in response. Practically eating you alive with her eyes, and god you wish she would.

“You’re naughty…” Emily’s hands slip into your back pockets as her thigh shifts between your legs, pulling you in. To surrounding eyes, the move might simply look like dancing with a girlfriend, but you both know that isn’t the case. Especially with the soft moan that slips from your throat as she flexes subtly, the hard muscle pressing against your center through the fabric of your jeans.

[Now I’m ready to close my eyes]

“Jesus, Emily…” You meet her dark gaze with hooded eyes, nails clawing at her shoulders for stability.

[Now I’m ready to close my mind]

“What, baby?” Emily’s voice is low, if it weren’t for the closeness you wouldn’t have heard it. Her nose brushes against your cheekbone, her breath hot against your skin. You shiver, preening at the use of the pet name.

[Now I’m ready to feel your hands]

“I think… I think we should go somewhere…” you practically pant into her ear, her hands pressing your pelvis into her harshly.

“So needy already, hm?” Emily murmurs, her body swaying to the music.

[Lose my heart on the burning sands, ugh!]

“Yes…” your nails press into the base of her skull, the sharpness makes her hiss.

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you need, or you won’t get anything at all…” Emily’s eyes scan the crowd once again, watching as the team dances, off in their own worlds. You can only whimper in response.

“Although… the idea of letting you stew, all hot and bothered, suffering through seeing me tomorrow and thinking about what I could do to you, does sound quite enticing…” She presses her cheek against yours, her canines grazing the flesh.

“Please…” You’re practically falling at her feet, breathless and desperate for mercy. Desperate for anything she could give you.

“Please what?”

“Please… I need you.” You pull back for a moment, meeting her eyes with a daring glance. There’s a flash of something deep within her irises, dancing beneath her long lashes.

Emily smirks, studying you for a beat before one of her hands reaches up to brush a few stray hairs from your face, trailing over your cheek and neck before settling against your collarbone.

“There you go…” the lines of her eyes crinkle as her smile widens, her thumb dipping into the hollow of your throat.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

“Now I wanna be your dog…” you sing quietly, eyes never faltering from hers as a silent declaration.

Emily pulls her lip between her teeth, her palm sliding up your lower back. There’s a faint flush creeping up her exposed chest, you want so badly to press your lips against it. Feel the heat of her soft skin.

“You’re heading into dangerous territory, agent…” Her hand grips at your waist, squeezing just enough for you to let out a quiet yelp.

“I’d like to think I’m well prepared… Chief.”

Emily holds your gaze, just smiling down at you darkly. For a moment it looks kind of like she’s about to lean in and kiss you, but the moment is swiftly whipped away when Penelope makes a sudden appearance.

“GUYS! They’re doing hurricane shots at the bar!! You have to watch!” She babbles excitedly, pulling you and Emily apart and dragging you to the bar.

Emily shoots you a glance, a shocked expression crossing her features. You chuckle, shaking your head as you let yourself get dragged across the room.

The bar is crowded with rowdy patrons as they all watch the bartender climb atop the bar, sitting in front of the eagerly awaiting young man.

His cheeks are flushed a deep shade of crimson as the woman leans in to make sure he’s ready, when he nods there is a roar of cheers and a sea of phones being whipped out to record the interaction.

“Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!!” Penelope squeals, jumping up and down and clutching at your arm.

You look over at Emily with an excited smile, she winks causing you to look back in the direction of the bar.

There’s a short countdown before the man quickly shoots back the shot, lowering his hands to brace himself as the bartender unfurls the cup of water over his face and lands a sharp slap across his jaw.

“Ohhhhh!!” The crowd whoops, bursting out in laughter and cheers as the man flushes impossibly deeper, stumbling out of his stool towards his cheering friends with a cheesy grin.

“Jesus…” Emily murmurs, looking at you and Penelope with a shocked expression, “She did not hold back.”

“I would so do that.” You say aloud before you even realize what you’re confessing.

Penelope turns to you, aghast but intrigued, a bright smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You should do it! Tonight! Oh my god, let’s do it now!” Penelope jumps up and down excitedly, hands gripping your shoulders as she shakes you.

“Oh man, I don’t know… I’m not sure how I feel about a stranger slapping me.” You tilt your head in contemplation.

“I’ll do it,” Emily turns toward you, a smirk playing over her lips. “If they even allow that.”

You see a flicker of something behind her eyes, and you are so very interested in what it might be.

Penelope grows even more excited at her statement, gripping both of your arms and giggling adorably.

“Oh my gosh, guys… this is going to be so good,” the blonde beams, tugging you and Emily under her arms in a side hug. “You both are freaks... But I love ya!”

“You really wanna slap your subordinate across the face, Prentiss?” You challenge her, chewing at your bottom lip. “In public, nonetheless?”

Emily sighs, letting out a low chuckle. “I am not your boss tonight, Y/l/n… this is just fun between friends.” You notice the flush creeping up her neck as she speaks, and her eyes glistening with the unmistakable sheen of arousal.

“If you say so…” you smirk, your pointer finger prodding at her waist from behind Penelope’s back.

Penelope shrieks, dragging you and Emily towards the others.

“Guys! Y/n’s gonna do the hurricane shot with Emily!!” She announces, which grabs a few shocked expressions from the rest of the team.

“Oh, yeah?” JJ gives Emily a suggestive look, arching a brow.

“Yeahhh…” you and Emily say in unison, glancing at each other crookedly.

“Well let’s do it then! I’ll grab some shots and water.” Tara waves her hands up excitedly, stepping off towards the bar.

You stand between Penelope and JJ shyly, your fingers suddenly becoming very interesting.

“Alright… two shots and two waters.” Tara places the tray on the table. “If you guys are gonna do this I wanna see it both ways.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of slapping Emily back, but you most definitely aren’t turned off by the idea. Matter of fact, the idea turns you on… quite a bit.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Emily questions you earnestly, but you can still see the excitement in her eyes as she gets closer.

“Yes. I’m sure.” You hold her gaze longer than you should, just staring. With a nod she steps back, picking up one of the shots before handing the cup of water to you.

“I’ll go first… ready?” She plants her feet on the floor and lowers herself slightly so you can angle yourself better.

“As I’ll ever be…” you laugh as you stand in front of her, readying yourself.

Penelope stands to the side counting down as Emily puts the glass to her lips, when she reaches one, Emily tosses it back as fast as possible, relaxing the muscles of her face in preparation for the incoming slap.

You toss the water at her as soon as her mouth is closed, hesitating momentarily before landing a solid crack just above her jaw.

The group cheers and Emily’s eyes shoot open wide, immediately connecting with yours with a groan. Her black irises gleam dangerously as a welt the shape of your hand forms over her cheek.

“Whew!” Emily shakes herself out, putting the glass back on the table and picking up the water for herself.

“You good?” Tara asks, knuckles pressing into Emily’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m great… that was nothing.” She scoffs. “You hit like a little girl.”

“Your face says otherwise…” you tease, eyes raking over the red splotch once again.

“Whatever…” Emily rolls her eyes, raising her palm to the side of your head to guide her aim.

Penelope starts the countdown once again, and you’re shuddering in anticipation, planting your toes and raising the shot glass before tossing it back on the count of one.

The icy water hits you before you even have the chance to fully swallow, and the singe of Emily’s palm against your cheekbone brings tears to your eyes.

Not because you were actually in tremendous pain, it hurt, but that’s simply your body's natural reaction to the deliciously overwhelming nature of what just happened.

And to be quite honest, you would let her do it again.

You can hear the faint laughs and cheers of the people around you as your mouth falls open, releasing a thick breath as you squint up at Emily through dripping eyelashes.

Her brows hold a bit of concern in their creases, but the smirk she’s wearing says otherwise. She knows you liked it.

“That was fun, wow-” You wipe the water from your face, tapping gently at the stinging skin of your cheek. “I think I’m done for the night now…”

“Yeah, I think it’s time we all cool it…” JJ steps behind you, squeezing your shoulders as Penelope hands you a few napkins to dry yourself.

“We all do have to be at work tomorrow morning so…” Emily chuckles, running a hand through her dampened hair. “Don’t want my team chasing killers with hangovers!”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, this was fun!” JJ leans into your side as she bids her goodbyes, repeating the process with the rest of the women before heading to the bar to pay her tab and leave.

You, Tara, Penelope, and Emily settle back down at the table, settling back down at the table for a while, nursing some water and a shared plate of fries.

As the first yawn of the night strikes Tara, she bids her farewells and Penelope soon follows, leaving you and Emily completely alone for the first time tonight.

“So…” Emily starts, standing up and moving to a chair closer to you, she leans back in it, looking over at you— blank of expression except for the faint tilt at the corner of her mouth.

“So?” You mirror her, raising a brow.

“Alone at last…” she smirks, the toe of her boot poking out to slide up the back of your calf.

“So it seems…” you retort lowly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “How’s your face?”

Emily chuckles, running a hand through her hair before brushing her fingertips over the fading redness on her cheek. “Doesn’t hurt… just stings a little, but it’s good.” She smiles, folding her hands together over her lap. “How’s yours? Looks pretty sore to me…”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

Emily just looks at you for a beat, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as her eyes trail over you the same they did at the bar earlier.

There’s a mysterious and alluring tension lingering between the two of you as you stare at each other, a hunger within synced breaths and static touches. The rise and fall of her chest draws your attention as if it’s calling for you through the open collar of her shirt. The sun-dappled constellations across her skin, the sheen of perspiration between her breasts, the dainty chain that sits in the dip of her clavicle— it’s all overwhelming.

“Dance with me again.” Emily jumps up from her seat and tugs you from yours, not asking, ordering.

“And what if I don’t want to dance?” You slip your fingers between hers and let her lead you to the dance floor.

“Well, you certainly aren’t putting up much of a fight…” Emily murmurs, glancing at you. You admire the slope of her nose as she does so, the faint arch, the sharp tip, the tiny scar below her columella.

You stay silent as Emily guides you into the crowd, letting it envelop both of you. Shoulders brushing against sweaty bodies, the smell of liquor and the pungent mixture of perfume and body odor filling your senses.

The bass of the music makes your lungs feel as though they’re vibrating, Mars Needs Guitars by the Hoodoo Gurus.

Emily wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you against her and swaying.

[I’m primitive, I’m a primitive man, got a primitive girl, we make primitive love]

The lyrics make the urge to be closer to Emily nearly impossible to ignore, not that you really can get much closer— your chests are already pressed together, bodies sliding against one another.

“Where were we…” Emily smirks, her fingertips digging into the flesh of your hip. “Y'know… before we were rudely interrupted.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong…” you scan her face, taking in the gleam in her dark eyes. “But I think you were about to kiss me, Chief…”

[I'm primitive that's what I am, I'm your primitive mate, I wanna be your man]

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her free hand climbing up your side and landing at the base of your neck. “I think you’re right…” her lips curl into a wolfish grin, perfect teeth fully on display.

“You should. Kiss me, I mean…” your fingers twirl the hairs at the base of her neck, “only if you want to, of cour-” Emily silences you, swooping in and pressing her lips against yours with an aggressive passion.

You let out a shocked moan as her palm cups your jaw, tilting your head as she runs her tongue over your bottom lip. You graciously let her in, opening up just enough for her to lick inside your mouth before twirling against your own muscle.

[I said, I’m primitive, I’m primitive, you know what that means]

Clutching at the nape of her neck, you pull Emily impossibly closer, clawing at her skin and kissing her as if your life depends on it.

Ignoring the surrounding bodies bumping against you, the kiss grows hungrier— deeper.

It’s sloppy and open-mouthed, teeth and tongue clashing carelessly. It’s anything you could ever want, and you desperately need more.

Pulling back reluctantly, you look Emily in the eye, noting the swollen redness of her lips— her cheeks glazed and flushed. You think about how you probably look quite a mess if the way you felt on the inside matched the outside in any sort.

“You taste good.” Emily murmurs, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth, the tip of her nose pressing into your hotly blushing cheek.

“I want you to taste more…” you groan, pulling her mouth back to yours, sealing your lips together and sucking in a sharp breath. “Do you want that, Emily?” Another kiss. “To taste me...”

“God, I want that so much.” She says through gritted teeth, “Let me take you home… have my way with you…” The hand that was on your jaw slips in your hair, tugging just enough for your head to tilt back.

You let her trail hot kisses over your throat, without a single care that wandering eyes can see.

“Please…” you whisper through panting breaths, “I want-hm… do whatever you want, I’m all yours.”

Emily’s lips drag over your pulse point and jaw, nipping at the skin every once and a while. “That’s quite the statement, agent…” she nips at your earlobe, “do you think you can handle me?”

“Yes…” you gasp as she digs her thumb into your hip, sucking the earlobe into her mouth. “I want it… I can take it.” You turn slightly to press a kiss to her cheekbone, your hand sliding down the back of her neck and under the collar of her shirt, before settling between her shoulder blades.

Her skin is hot to the touch, sweat lingering in the dips of muscle— you want nothing more than to lick it off of her.

“Come on…” Emily slips from your grasp all too quickly, her hand grasping yours and pulling you back out of the crowd.

The lights and bodies blur around you as you’re tugged along, you can make out the phone in Emily’s hand, probably setting up a ride as she is way too respectable to get herself a DUI in the name of sex.

Emily’s hand slips from yours when you reach the table, making quick work of scooping up both of your belongings. With a nod of her head you’re following her out the door, hand fisted in the back of her blouse as you try to keep up.

“Impatient are we?” You joke, nudging at her hip through the fabric.

Emily shoots you a warning look as she holds the exit door open, making sure to slip a quick handful of your ass when you pass, pulling a squeak from your throat.

The waiting period is short, but still incredibly awkward. The brisk nighttime breeze— blowing Emily’s raven hair into her face. You watch with desperate eyes as she lifts a hand and tucks the flyaways behind her ear.

The night casts a blue film over her body— pale, sweat-dampened skin, glowing in the moonlight. She looks like pure sex and adrenaline, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths as she turns to look at you.

“Are you sure you’re sure about this? You can always back out and we can just keep it… mildly professional…” Emily trails off, searching your expression for any form of doubt.

“I think I made it pretty clear what I want, Emily. I want to do this—” You step closer, taking her hand in one of yours while the other cups the side of her neck. “I want you.” Your lips brush against hers as you pull her in, tongue darting out to moisten the skin before capturing her mouth in a deep kiss.

Emily’s hand clutches at your waist as she moves to deepen the kiss, her lips parting and letting your tongue dip inside— dancing over her teeth and twirling with her hot muscle.

If you could equate the feeling to anything, it would be like slipping a nicotine pouch into your mouth and letting it soak into your gums. The sweet taste of her mouth pulls a sting from your salivary glands as if you’re sucking on a sour lozenge.

Your hips press against Emily’s, the cool metal of her belt buckle nipping at your belly through the thin fabric of your shirt.

A moan slips from your throat, fingers tangling in hairs at the nape of Emily’s neck. You hear her groan as you tug gently, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine.

The sound of tires on gravely pavement and the obnoxious beeping of a car horn pull you out of the moment.

“Cars here…” Emily whispers against your lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of hers.

With a sigh, you step back— letting Emily open the car door for you to fall inside. The driver greets you with a disdained ‘Hello, Emily?’ To which she responds with a ‘yes’, buckling her seatbelt and urging you to do the same.

Emily’s hand lands atop your knee, her thumb pressing into the flesh teasingly. You give her a pleading look. A look that begs for her to keep touching you and never stop. She just smiles.

Somehow you both manage to keep it PG for the entire ride to Emily’s place, not wanting to traumatize the poor driver.

Her quaint townhouse is unsurprisingly gorgeous, exactly the type of home you’d picture a woman like Emily Prentiss living in. The brick walls are pristinely kept, with some sort of ivy growing over them.

“This is nice…” you exhale, eyes wandering over the building. Emily’s hand is steady on your lower back as she guides you towards the front door.

“Thank you… I’m quite fond of it myself.” She chuckles, pulling her keys from her purse and unlocking the door.

Stepping inside, you’re met with a rush of something entirely Emily. The scent of her perfume and musky cashmere candles— even the familiar note of her Marlboro cigarettes in the air.

You watch as Emily places her things down and tosses her keys into a dish on the entryway table, then turns to face you— leaning her hip against it.

You stalk over to her, placing your things next to hers and mirroring the position, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you take in her form below the dim light of the foyer.

“Hi.” She murmurs, her hand reaching up to run along the side of your face.

“Hi…” you lean into her palm, fluttering your lashes as you stare at her. Her thumb brushes over the sore spot on your cheek and you suck in a hissed breath.

“Still sore?” Emily’s eyes trail over the blotchy red spot over your cheekbone before leaning in and pressing a featherlight kiss over the sensitive skin.

“Just a little, only to the touch.”

“Hmm…” Emily pulls back, the tip of her nose brushing against yours. “A little pain isn’t a bad thing…”

Your gaze falls to her mouth, entranced by the way her lips move as she speaks, the delicate lines in the rosy skin— the dimples that make her angular and sexily aged face look rather adorable.

“Definitely not,” you wrap your arms around her waist, nestling into her.

“You’re a tease, y’know?” Emily chuckles, her fingers raking through your hair.

“Enlighten me?” You smirk, tucking a hand in the back pocket of her trousers.

“Well for one…” she dips down and presses a single lingering kiss at the corner of your mouth. “You’re so eager to please…and I love that.” Her hand fists at your hair—forcibly yanking your head backward, making room to kiss and nip at your neck. You let out a desperate gasp.

“Like right now for example…” She sucks at the sweet spot below your pulse point. “Letting me pull your hair, mark you up like we don’t have work in the morning…” her teeth sink into the curve of your jaw, pulling a whimper from your throat.

“So needy…” you feel her nails against your scalp, her tongue dragging hot, wet lines over your skin. “You’re practically a puddle on my floor, love…”

“Please— Emily…”

“Please what?” She nips at your earlobe before pulling back to look you in the eye. “You’re gonna have to use words if you want something.”

“Take me to bed…” your hands grasp at her back, clawing at her through the fabric. “Please—need you.” You breathe wildly as your hand moves to fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, fingertips prodding at her sweltering skin through the seams.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Her hand slides from your hair, her thumb and index finger pinching at your chin to lift your face towards her.

“Yes… I’ll be so good. Whatever you want… I need it.” You surge forward, attacking her mouth with enough force that she stumbles backward.

She corrects herself quickly, gripping at your head as she deepens the kiss. Her teeth nip at your bottom lip, tugging on it before letting it pop back into place.

Your breath fans across her face as you just stare at each other with lust-filled eyes. Emily smiles devilishly, her hand wrapping around your throat with a groan as she pulls you back to her mouth.

She kisses you almost selfishly, stealing all the air from your lungs as she practically swallows you whole.

You fumble with the buttons of her shirt as her tongue licks into your mouth, popping them open from the bottom up.

The air grows stifling as the sounds of your mouth against Emily’s fill the room. The moans, the frantic sounds of wet suction, the ruffling of clothes against bodies… It's completely suffocating in the best of ways.

Emily tightens her grip on your throat as she begins slipping off her shoes, kicking them to the side as she pulls you towards the bedroom— you can’t help but whine.

You manage to completely open her shirt by the time the back of her heels hit the stairs, your palms flattening over her belly. You can feel goosebumps spreading over the soft flesh as your nails dig into her sides.

Emily releases your mouth with an audible pop as she slides her hand from your throat and down to the collar of your shirt— gripping it and pulling you up the stairs.

Your eyes are wide and wild as you make the treacherous climb, hands clambering at the walls— at the back of Emily’s legs.

The second floor smells more like Emily than the first, and it excites you more than you could ever possibly enunciate.

With a wickedly strong hand, Emily shoves you into the bedroom door. Forcing a small grunt out as you collide with the solid wood, it morphs into a gasp as her lips reattach to yours.

With her body pressed firmly against you, her hands start roaming over your clothed skin aimlessly. You reach for the doorknob, twisting it open and stumbling inside as she grips at your shirt.

Her fingertips slide beneath the fabric, running over your stomach and the sides of your rib cage before pulling the offending fabric over your head and discarding it.

Her hands cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly through your bra. You let out a choked moan at the sensation, your hands knotting in her hair as you try your hardest to keep kissing her.

Emily doesn’t linger long outside of your bra, making quick work of pushing you further into the room and swiftly unclasping it with practiced ease.

“Bed.” Emily’s voice is low and raspy as she orders you, her hands tugging the bra from your arms and forcibly shoving you down onto the mattress.

“Yes, ma’am.” You gasp, scooting up onto your elbows and spreading your legs mindlessly— already so accommodating.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Emily growls, unbuckling her belt and slipping her trousers off before crawling over you and settling against your pelvis.

You catch a glimpse of the simple black cotton briefs she has on, the color starkly contrasting her pale thighs.

“I couldmh-” Her lips are on yours again before you can finish your sentence. The kiss is urgent, her mouth opening and closing against yours desperately.

She moves her assault down your neck and chest, giving you a chance to catch your breath. “I could say-hmph.. the same for you—oh fuck.” her lips close around your nipple, sucking the already pebbled flesh into a solid peak.

Emily’s teeth scrape over the bud before soothing the sting with a swirl of her tongue, while her hand works in tandem with the opposite breast; squeezing, tweaking, pinching.

“Fuck that feel nice…” you pant, sitting up in your elbows to watch as Emily continues her affections.

“Yeah?” Her eyes flick up to yours, irises black and shining. Her cheeks shine with a faint dusting of flush, highlighting the sharpness of her cheekbones.

Her tongue is boiling against your already hot skin, dragging over each dip and curve with an agonizing slowness.

“Yes… love your mouth.” Emily smiles as she swiftly moves lower, biting just below the curve of your breast. Your head falls back with a sigh as she moves to take your nipple in her mouth again— hollowing her cheeks as she sucks, flicking her tongue over the swollen bud.

Your hands claw at the back of her neck and shoulders, pulling her closer.

“Such a gorgeous thing… so perfect.” Emily groans, releasing you from her mouth and climbing back up to kiss you again.

“Thank you…” you smile into the kiss, nipping at Emily’s bottom lip before swiping your tongue over it. Emily chuckles, taking your tongue into her mouth and closing her lips around it.

Your hands wrap around her middle, trailing over her sides and up to the clasp of her bra. “May I?” You whisper, pressing a light peck to her top lip.

“I suppose…” Emily practically purrs, her arms sliding up so her elbows rest on both sides of your head—trapping you.

The clasp is undone in a matter of seconds, the fabric falling loosely between the two of you.

“Let me see you.” Your hands press at her waist, urging her to sit up, but she doesn’t budge.

“That’s not how we ask for things, sweetheart.” Emily’s hand moves to cup your face, her thumb sliding over your jawline and down to your throat.

“Please… I want to see you—please let me see you.” You practically moan, your body writhing desperately beneath her weight.

“Good girl.” Emily smirks, patting your cheek. You can’t help but whimper at the residual stinging from the slap earlier.

Emily sits back on her heels, slipping the bra from her arms slowly, teasingly. Your eyes are wide as you watch her, scrambling up onto your elbows.

You trail your gaze from where her hips meet your inner thighs up to her face— the delicious curve of her hips, the lines of her belly that falls ever-so-slightly over the edge of her pants, the dusting of freckles across her skin, the heaviness of her breasts as they drop from the cups of her bra.

“Oh, fuck me.” you sigh, eyes frantically taking in every detail you could find. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over this…” you laugh in disbelief— can she get any sexier?

You reach out, fingertips barely making contact before she’s shoving you back down on the mattress— one hand holding your wrists above your head while her other is wrapped solidly around the base of your neck.

“I never said you could touch.” Emily looms over you, her face mere inches away from yours. You can feel her breasts pressing against your own, her belly brushing against your pelvis with each breath.

“I’m sorry… Please, let me touch you.” You whimper, eyes pleading.

“I might have to teach you a lesson if you keep misbehaving like this, y/n…” Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, the tip of her thumb feeling along the ridges of your esophagus. “You wanna touch me so bad, hm?”

“Yes. Please, Emily... God, please let me touch you.” You’re practically gasping for air as you beg, the feeling of her body over you, her hand on your neck, her lips just out of reach— it’s all too much.

“I love it when you beg. So eager…” Her thumb prods at your lips and you let your mouth fall open, allowing her entrance. “I’ll let you touch... but on one condition.” The pad of her thumb presses down on your tongue, all you do is nod.

“I’m gonna sit on your face, and you’re gonna make me cum…” you moan at her words, closing your lips around her digit. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes.” Your hands clutch the pillows where they’re being held. Emily smiles, craning down and pressing a rough kiss to your mouth.

She slides off of the mattress, pulling her panties down and tossing them at you. Her scent hits you almost immediately, the rich, heady smell of arousal and something purely Emily.

This might just kill you.

“Lay back on the pillows.” Emily instructs and you nod, eagerly moving up the bed.

Emily crawls back onto the mattress like a panther, her hair falling like a curtain around her face, enhancing the dark look in her eyes. You feel like you’re being hunted and you couldn’t be happier.

Emily straddles your waist first, leaning down to kiss over the hickeys on your chest and neck— her hands grasp at the headboard as she moves up to your head. You wrap your arms around the back of her thighs as she gets comfortable, palms sliding over the smooth skin.

Your mouth waters as she gets closer, the source of her arousal only inches away from your face.

“Stick your tongue out.” Emily barks, you oblige— opening your mouth and letting the muscle hang out as far as it’ll go.

She smiles innocently at you before lowering her sex onto your awaiting mouth. You groan at the taste, the vibrations pulling a gasp from Emily’s throat.

Her hips stutter slightly as she grinds herself along your tongue. You grip her ass, holding her steady as she moves.

Emily’s hand falls from the headboard, landing at the crown of your head— gripping at your hair as her hips begin rutting harder against your mouth.

She uses her grip to angle and maneuver you, fucking herself on your tongue. You curl the muscle ever so slightly, letting it dip inside.

She tastes absolutely heavenly and you can’t get enough.

Panting breaths fall from her lips as she lets the pleasure overtake her, letting her weight settle atop you. It grows a bit hard to breathe, but you couldn’t care less. Emily Prentiss is actively riding your face— a better death does not exist.

You gaze up at her with heavy lids, watching the way her breasts sway with her motions, the way the muscles in her stomach clench each time you rub against a sensitive spot, the sweat glazing over her chest. You can feel the trimmed hair over her pubic bone tickling lightly at your nose.

You reach a hand up, cupping a singular breast and brushing a thumb over her nipple. Emily groans, meeting your eyes with parted lips. The hand in your hair screws tighter causing you to moan against her— she twitches, breathing out a quiet whimper.

“Fuck, baby… such a good mouth.” Emily pants, her pace quickening as she chases her orgasm. You squeeze at her breasts with both hands this time, pinching at her nipples.

Her hips grind fast and hard against your mouth as she reaches the final throes leading up to her orgasm. The sound of your mouth against her sex is absolutely filthy, tongue and lips working in tandem, sucking and licking.

“Shit—” Emily hisses, shuddering above you, her body clenching and face screwing up with pleasure as she tumbles over the edge.

You feel her pussy flutter against your tongue as she eases herself through her orgasm. Your hands fall to her sides, squeezing gently as an aid.

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her fingers untangling from your hair and running over the messy locks, smoothing them.

She looks down at you again, her face flushed a deep red. You run the tip of your tongue through her slit, flicking at the underside of her clit, teasing— she flinches, swatting your forehead and lifting herself off your face.

“Naughty girl…” Emily dismounts, swinging a leg over you and sitting back in her heels.

You just smile dazedly up at her, limbs flopping against the bed and face slick with the remnants of Emily’s arousal.

She leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. Her tongue— licking into your mouth, humming as she tastes herself on you.

“You taste good.” You murmur between kisses, hands sliding over her sides. Emily hums a wordless agreement, her hand inching its way over your thigh. Her nails drag over the sensitive skin, you spread for her, hoping for any kind of relief from the burning affliction between your legs.

“I can feel how wet you are from all the way out here…” Emily whispers, her fingertips teasing the hem of your underwear near your inner thigh. “So warm…” Her palm slides over your covered mound and up to your abdomen. You pant, your body arching into her touch.

“You did good.” Emily hums, nipping at your jaw, her hand tracing delicate patterns over your chest. “Now… I want you…” she pauses, circling your nipple. “To sit at the edge of the bed, I’ll be right back.” With that, Emily abruptly slips from your grasp— leaving you exposed, goosebumps engulfing your body as the cool air rushes in.

“What…” you furrow your brows, reluctantly sitting up and following her orders. You watch as Emily nakedly disappears into what appears to be a walk-in closet.

Taking a moment to breathe, you inhale to a count of three, hold, then exhale the same. As Emily fumbles around in the wardrobe, your heart thumps wildly in your chest with anticipation.

When she re-emerges, a wave of heat rushes straight to your core.

Clad in nothing but a thick leather harness over her hips, she stalks towards you holding two dildos— one probably average-sized and the other a bit smaller.

“Take your pick.” She holds them out.

You analyze them both for a moment, either would be fine, but she wants you to decide.

Biting your lip, you take them from her, feeling their weight—their girth in your hands. You decide on the bigger of the two, you most certainly won’t mind feeling the remnants of tonight in the morning.

“This one.” You go to hand it back to her, a shy smile gracing your lips.

“Strap it in for me, baby.” Emily steps closer, jutting her hits towards you and tossing the other dildo onto the nightstand.

Nodding, you slip from the bed— landing on your knees in front of her. Emily hums at the sight, her fingers smoothing over your hair.

Once the toy is secured, you look up at her with wide eyes, nibbling at your lip. Your hands slide over her calves and up her outer thighs, steadying yourself as you lean in, pressing a kiss to the tip of the toy's head.

“Fuck, you don’t have to do that…”

“I want to…” you sit up a bit, pressing a kiss below her belly button, taking the length of the toy in your hand and stroking it slowly as if it were a part of her body.

And with the soft noises Emily makes, it certainly feels like it might be.

“You’re gonna suck my cock, baby? Get it nice and wet for me?” Emily's voice is rich as velvet as she strokes your hair, her hips rocking forward in your hand.

You lick a stripe along the underside of the shaft, humming at the feeling of its ridges against your tongue, the faint taste of cool silicone.

Your eyes stay on hers as you take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it before urging forward— taking about half its length before you pull away in favor of not gagging.

“Jesus Christ…” Emily crouches, bringing herself more in reach. “Such a perfect little slut… on her knees, taking my cock so well.”

You moan at the filthy praise, your sex clenching around nothing as you grind subtlety into the air.

Her hand clutches at your scalp while the other rests on her hip, not forcing your head— but keeping it steady as you bob slowly, taking more and more length with each pass.

Your eyes water as the toy hits the back of your throat, but you don’t relent. You just keep pulling her closer, urging her on. Emily groans, somewhat in awe of how well you’re doing.

You watch her face the best you can through teary eyes, noting how her brows knit together each time you release faint noises around the toy, gurgling tremendous amounts of saliva as you let her fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, enough of that… get on the bed.” Emily tugs you by the hair, pulling your mouth from the appendage. “Now.”

You gasp as she spins you, shoving you down face first— pinning you to the mattress, your feet still planted firmly on the floor.

One hand remains tangled in your hair while the other grips at your hip, pulling you against her. The toy prods at your inner thigh, and you can feel her hot breath against the back of your neck as she hunches over you.

“God, I bet you’re drenched…” she growls, the hand that was on your hip— snaking between your legs, her svelte fingers sliding through your slick folds. “Hmm, would you look at that… I was right.”

You buck into her hand as she brushes against your clit, pulling a needy whine from your throat.

“Please…” you pant, arching into the mattress.

You can feel Emily’s breasts pressing into your shoulder blades as she lets her weight fall onto you, keeping you in place.

“Please what?” She draws featherlight circles over your swollen nub.

“Please— Emily… fuck me.” You let out a choked moan as she adds more pressure, tweaking it between scissored fingers. “I need it… please. I need you inside of me.” Your body shudders, knees weak as she nips at the cartilage of your ear.

“Hmm, good girl.” Her thumb runs through your slit, teasing at your entrance before dipping inside.

You mumble out your pleasure in illegible babbles, body gyrating against the mattress in an attempt to further soothe the desperate— burning ache in your sex.

“More…” you pant, hands clutching at the duvet. “I- fuck...” a sharp moan tears from you as she pulls out and pumps two fingers inside you, curling— pressing.

“Such a needy girl…” Emily purrs against your ear, dipping down to bite at your shoulder. “Taking my fingers so well.” She puts more force behind her thrusts, the lewd squelching sounds echoing throughout the room.

“Oh—fuck…” you push back against her, needing to feel her deeper. The hand in your hair loops over your shoulder to squeeze your breast aggressively.

“You want my cock, baby?” She pinches your nipple between her middle and index finger. “Want me to fill that pretty pussy?”

“Fuck yes. Please...” You crane your neck, her nose pressing against your cheek as you pant. “God, please fuck me.”

“Spread your legs.” She nips at your jaw, fingers slipping from your clenching pussy and gripping the base of her cock, coating it with your arousal.

You spread yourself open as much as possible, raising a knee to rest against the mattress with a whimper. You can feel your wetness dribbling down the inside of your thighs, it’s humiliating and Emily is eating it right up.

“What a fucking slut… making such a mess.” Emily runs the tip of the toy through your folds, before drawing teasing circles over your clit. “So desperate to get fucked, spreading herself open for me. God, you’re perfect.”

You moan at the praise, arching your back and jutting your ass into the air. Emily groans, slapping your ass cheek before canting forward, barely pressing the head of her cock inside.

“Ooh, fuck.” You moan, clutching at the sheets as you brace yourself for the intrusion. “Fuck me…”

“I am fucking you, baby.” Emily mocks, expelling a breathy chuckle before rutting herself even deeper inside.

The pressure forces a silent moan out of your throat as you clutch at the bed sheets. The ridges of her cock— rubbing delectably against all the sensitive spots within your walls, stretching, filling you up.

The rhythm of Emily’s thrusts begin to gain more fluidity, dragging the entire length back and forth in an agonizingly slow gesture, the head tapping at your cervix with each pass.

“Shit… harder.” You pant, using your hands to rock back against her thrusts.

Emily straightens out with a guttural groan, a sudden gust of cool air fans across your back in her absence, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her strong hands clutch at your hips, fingernails digging sharply into your skin as she pulls your pelvis towards her forcibly, meeting her thrusts— the entire length of her cock slamming into you without relent.

The pure force of it nearly knocks the wind out of you, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure pooling wildly, deep in your gut.

“Fu-uck…holy…shit…ohmygod.” You moan, your words escaping in choked spurts as you drop from your hand to rest on your forearms.

“Mm, I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to fuck you.” Emily murmurs, you can hear her panting breaths as she keeps up her rhythm. “I've been wanting to have you like this since the day I met you…”

You hardly register the words as they float over your head, the feeling of Emily’s aggressive pounding practically knocking your brain from its place in your skull. But you register them enough that a faint smile curls into your mouth as your top half falls limp against the bed. Your bottom half pushes up onto tippy-toes, better angling yourself for the older woman.

“Me too… God, you’re so fucking hot, Emily.” Your body feels like it’s burning as you try to steady your erratic breathing. “You feel so good…”

“I know I do, baby…” You can feel the smirk on Emily’s face as she says that, one of her hands shifting to swipe over your hypersensitive clit.

You twitch at the sensation, your body arching into the air— attempting to further itself from Emily’s hand against your own will. But God, you want her to touch you like that. To work and play with your body till you’re shaking and crying with overstimulation.

“So sensitive…” She purrs, the hand that’s still in your hip travels up the length of your spine, her palm pressing into your tense muscles, before landing at the base of your neck— tangling in the hairs and shoving your head into the soft duvet.

Somehow, her thrusts manage to hit even deeper with the new angle. Her body looming over your back as she angles the toy downward— you can feel her in your guts, the skin of your lower belly brushing against the sheets as the tip prods through the skin.

Emily’s hand on your clit seems to sense it, easing up on the throbbing bundle of nerves and sliding to cup herself over your abdomen.

“Feel that, baby?” Emily presses her palm against the protrusion, adding pressure as her thrusts slow but gain in force. “Feel how fucking deep I am?”

“Ungh- yes… I love it.” You gasp, letting the Unit Chief manhandle your body. The power of her hips, plowing you further into the mattress— her hands, firm against the back of your neck and belly. You can hear the slapping of skin on skin, her heavy panting, the thumping of blood in your ears.

Emily groans at your desperation, gripping harder at the back of your neck and tangling her fingers in the hair at your nape. Your back arches almost painfully as she tugs, using it as an aid as she fucks into you.

“Mm, scoot up on the bed for me.” She grits, her voice low and gravelly as she uses her free hand to lift your lower half onto the mattress. You can’t hold back the whimper that falls from your lips as her cock slips out, the wet silicone— dragging a slick trail over your inner thigh.

Emily grabs your waist as you try to move up the bed with wobbly limbs, flipping you onto your back. Her hands slide up the back of your thighs, cupping the posterior of your knees and pressing them to your stomach.

The feeling of her hot mouth over your sex shocks you, a squeak slipping out as you twitch against her flicking tongue. The muscle is anything but gentle as she licks through your puffy folds— dipping into your entrance and gathering your arousal with a pointed tongue, before spreading it messily over your clit.

“Oh!” You yelp, your hands moving to grip at her scalp through parted legs.

“Mm, you taste good.” Emily hums, the vibrations sending an extra wave of pleasure straight through you. Your hips buck wildly, already overly-sensitive from the aggressive onslaught of her strap-on.

Placing a final wet kiss on your clit— Emily rises, shifting so that her pelvis is pressed to your ass, the toy resting between your legs. With a wolfish grin, she releases one of your knees, using the now free hand to align the toy with your entrance.

Your breath comes in frantic, shuddered gasps as you watch her. She teasingly swipes the tip through your folds before slapping over your clit, causing you to twitch and whimper quietly.

Your hands settle on the base of her ribcage as she uses her thumb to press the head inside, the majority of its length gliding in without any resistance.

“Hm–fuck.” You gaze up at Emily through half-lidded eyes, her face and chest red and glistening with sweat from all the exertion.

Leaning back and resting a hand on the bed, her hips begin rolling into you smoothly. Her eyes travel the length of your body, so thick and heavy with the weight of desire it makes you dizzy.

Her lips part as she pants slightly, her breasts swaying with each roll of her hips— muscles beneath the soft skin of her abdomen flexing.

You let your head fall back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering closed as you try to focus on how she feels inside you. The feeling of her long fingers gripping at your thigh as she pulls you against her, the blunt ridges of her cock rubbing against your g-spot— knocking tiny whimpers and moans out of you with each pass. The familiar, and rather rapid, burn of a climax building in your womb.

Emily’s thumb stroking your clit pulls you out of your thoughts, forcing you up onto your elbows. You manage to look up at her again, she meets your eyes with a smile— bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she watches your body shiver under her ministrations.

“How ya doing, baby?” She purrs, licking at her thumb before placing it back on your clit, circling. “Feel good?”

“Yes… harder- I need you harder.” You reach out, clutching at her forearm. “Wanna cum so bad. Please.”

“Yeah?” Emily leans forward, the hand that was on your thigh moving to wrap around the base of your throat as the one on your clit loops under your arm, bracing herself between the pillows and your shoulder blade. “My needy girls gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock?”

You can only nod as her fingertips press into the sides of your neck, staring up at her in a lightheaded daze. She uses her grip as leverage as she speeds up, pulling you into her powerful thrusts.

Your eyes practically roll out of their sockets at the overwhelming feeling of it all. Your stomach and breasts sliding against one another as a layer of sweat forms between overheating bodies.

“Open.” you hear Emily murmur, nipping at your bottom lip. Eagerly obliging— you tilt your chin up to meet her, letting your mouth fall open. Her saliva coats your tongue not even a second later, you groan at the taste of her, letting it settle into your tastebuds for a moment before swallowing.

“Thank you.” You smile, pleased, craning up to kiss her again.

She catches your moans in her mouth as she fucks you hard and steady— taking what she wants without abandon, and you’re more than happy to let her do so.

Your arms wrap around her torso, nails digging into the muscles of her mid and upper back, muscles that flex and curve with each perfectly calculated, punishing thrust. Emily hisses and you think for a moment that you might’ve drawn blood— but the worry is quickly washed away as the hand on your neck snakes between your legs, pressing down on your swollen nub.

A sob wracks through you as you hurdle closer and closer toward the edge, that consistently rising flame in your gut rapidly approaching a full blaze.

“Fuck, Emily… so close- please, can I cum?” you choke out, eyes struggling to stay open as her intensity grows.

“Good girl, go on…” she puffs, her mouth moving to suckle at your neck. “Cum for me, honey.”

The mixture of Emily’s low, rough voice, her teeth nipping at your jugular, and the fingers on your clit— shoves you right off that cliff. The coil of tension in your belly snaps like a wishbone, causing your body to lock up on itself. Your muscles tremble and your sex clamps down on Emily, holding her in place.

Your mouth falls open with a silent scream as the immense pleasure distorts your features, eyes clenching shut— forehead crinkling. It’s like a fireworks show setting off on the back of your eyelids as you let the waves wash over you, flashes of pure white heat.

Emily noses at your jaw as your body relaxes— trembling in her tight grasp.

“Jesus Christ…” she chuckles wryly, pressing sloppy kisses over your chin and cheek.

“Fuck, I think I might’ve just seen him.” Your arms fall limp at your sides, fingers splaying out over the sheets in an attempt to bring yourself back to earth. Your pussy flutters around the toy as the final aftershocks run their course, your breathing quick and shallow.

Emily laughs again, nipping at your collarbone before letting her head fall to rest against your shoulder.

“Man, I am getting way too old for this.” She lets out a drastic sigh. “My back will most definitely be feeling it in the morning.”

You scoff, swatting at the back of her head. Emily shoots up, giving you a curious but challenging look.

“Oh, stop it.” You pet the offending spot gently, soothing whatever hypothetical pain she might be feeling. “You are not old.”

“Forty-six is pretty damn old…” she arches her brow.

“More like pretty damn sexy…” you grin cheesily at the Unit Chief, raising your hand to wipe a few sweaty strands of hair away from her forehead.

Emily smirks, growling as she swoops down, kissing you hard. You wrap your arms around her waist, your body arching into her as her strap shifts inside of you faintly. With a burst of confidence, you shove the older woman off— flipping her onto her back and swinging your leg over her hips before letting the toy sink inside you once again.

She stares up at you with wide eyes as you let out a breathy moan, grinding your hips subtly.

“Now you don’t have to worry about your back.” You tease, smirking down at her as your palms land on her chest, cupping her breasts.

“Mhm…” Emily’s hand clutches at your hips, her thumb digging into the sensitive muscle over your hip bones while the other folds behind her head. “Maybe I should just sit back and enjoy the show? Let you do all the work?”

“Well where’s the fun in that?” you whine, frowning at her as you pick up speed— raising off the toy momentarily before plopping back down into Emily’s lap and repeating the process over again.

“But you look so pretty like this…” Her fingers trail over your stomach, the muscles twitching beneath the skin as she passes, cupping your breast in her palm and tweaking your nipple with her thumb. “And I must say, I do love watching you work for it.”

A whimper slips past your lips as she brings her hand out from behind her head, wetting the pad of her thumb with her tongue before pressing it to your clit, drawing slow circles.

“Emily…” you groan, falling forward onto your elbows, your face inches away from Emily’s. “Fuck me.”

She doesn’t need much convincing because as soon as those words slip from your mouth it’s like a switch flips. Her arm wraps around you, fingers tangling at your scalp and tugging your head back harshly. Her mouth is at your throat next, teeth scrapping over the thin skin.

She plants her feet on the mattress and fucks up into you, hard and fast, forcing a strangled sound to escape from the depths of your throat.

“This what you wanted?” The skin of her hips slaps against the back of your thighs. “Wanted me to pull on your hair and fuck the shit out of you like the slut you are?”

“Yes-ohfuck, yes…” you gasp, the head of her cock hitting particularly deep while the base of her harness nudges at your clit.

“Dirty fucking girl…” Her palm lands on your ass with a sharp slap, the sound of it cracking through the near-silent room.

“Mph, shit- slap me again.” You cry out, clutching at her shoulders as you try to sit up, rocking against her thrusts.

Another slap comes down on your ass, more solid this time. You smile at the mix-up, spanking is nice but you want something more. You want it hard and across your cheek, you want her to grip at your jaw so hard it feels like it might break under the pressure, God you want her to do it all.

“No… hm-slap me across the face.” You pant out, meeting her eyes. “Please…”

“Fuck… I knew you liked that.” She groans, her hands slipping for your hair and cupping your cheek, rubbing at it before pulling back and landing a harsh crack against the flesh.

You let your head roll with the force of her hand, the sting shooting straight between your legs as Emily smiles up at you almost as if she were in awe.

“I loved it.” You correct her, falling back down against her damp chest and burying your face in the crook of her neck. Breathing her in, you note the faint smell of sweat mixed with the lingering essence of her perfume.

You run your tongue over the vein that protrudes just above her collarbones, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Emily puffs out a shaky breath as she keeps up her fast-paced rhythm, using both hands on your hips to move your body in time with the strokes.

“Emily-” You gasp, clutching tightly at her as your second orgasm begins to build.

“Yeah? Already close baby?” She turns her head, her cheek squishing against yours.

“Yes… fuck keep going, just like that.” Your teeth graze at her pulse point, the movements of both bodies growing wild and sloppy— aimed solely at getting you there.

You can feel her nails digging into your skin, freckling your waist and hips with tiny red crescent moons. Your chests rise and fall rapidly in tandem, and by the looks of it, Emily might be on the verge too.

“Can you feel it?” you ask, dipping a hand down to tweak her nipple.

“Yes, might cum with you if you keep doing that…” Emily’s voice is almost needy as she says it, and you might be addicted to how desperation sounds on her.

You hum, pinching harder— she reacts with a jerk of her hips, slamming the head of her cock into your cervix.

“Shit, Em-” You moan, panting wildly against her neck.

She keeps pumping into you like that, jerking up roughly and hitting the same spot over and over again— it drives you absolutely wild. You can feel the muscles in your legs begin shaking as they struggle against the rhythm, relying completely on Emily’s strength to keep you going.

“Using nicknames now, are we?” She chuckles breathily, bumping her head against yours as she tries to face you.

“Shut up…” you avoid her gaze, shying into her neck further.

“Look at me.” Her tone is one that makes your ears perk up, immediately doing as you're told. “I wanna see the look on your face when you cum, you look so gorgeous like that.”

Your lips part slightly, eyes locking on her with heavy lids as you try to keep them open.

“That’s a good girl…” Sweat beads at Emily’s temples and down the valley of her breasts. “Come on, cum for me again, baby.”

Just watching the look on her face is enough to push you over the edge, your spine curling into the air as the floodgates burst inside you, ripping a shuddered moan from your throat.

You can hear Emily’s quiet gasps as she keeps pumping, chasing her own orgasm. She finishes not long after with a shudder and a low groan through clenched teeth before promptly pulling the toy out.

Your torso lies limp against her, breathing quick and shallow as you work through the tiny shocks that seem to wrack your entire body. Emily’s palm slides over your spine, rubbing soothing patterns over your vertebrae.

“Thank you.” you rasp, pressing a chaste kiss below her ear.

“You did well...” her blunt fingernails scratch over your shoulders, a wave of goosebump spreading across your naked skin. “So good for me.”

You smile softly at the praise, the gentleness of it juxtaposing with the rest of the night almost hilariously. Emily shifts below you, single handedly loosening the harness and wiggling out of it— tossing it haphazardly into the room.

“How does a bath sound?”

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A/n: i hope you guys enjoyed reaading that as much as i enjoyed writing it... happy masturbation!!

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#emily prentiss x reader #unit chief emily prentiss #emily prentiss #wlw #criminal minds #ao3 #reader insert #lesbian #wlw smut #this is freakish...

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dazed-and-confused23 · 1 year ago

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Hi, can I request a story where a female reader wants to fuck Cooper and keeps making advances at him but Cooper always shuts her down. But when reader meets Hancock, she's so desperate to get her rocks off that she asks him to bang her, which he immediately agrees to because, well, it's Hancock. Reader and Hancock aren't exactly quiet when they're having sex which causes Cooper to be unable to sleep. They noises they make get to him and he jerks himself off. Internally, he's wishing he didn't blow off reader so many times because he could've been in Hancock's position by now.

Anon. I can't thank you enough for such a lovely prompt ❤️. I hope I've done it justice!

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Cooper can admit that you're a stubborn little smoothskin. This is the fourth time in three days that you'd slid up to him, all soft flesh and smelling delicious, and looked at him with such an innocent gaze that it always shocked him at the filth that spilled out of your mouth.

"You should let me suck your cock."

Cooper sucked in a harsh breath, his lungs rattling and sending him into a short coughing fit. You pat his back softly, expression concerned, until the ghoul shrugs you off and stomps forward.

"Shouldn't be sayin' shit like that to men like me, Smoothie," Cooper bit out, and willed down the arousal that wanted to rise up and consume him like a fuckin' tidal wave. They rounded one last corner and came upon the entrance of Goodneighbor, and Cooper slumped a little in relief when they passed inside the safety of the walls. Boston was a dangerous place.

Down in the Third Rail, you sit by yourself at the bar, an annoyed pout on your lips as you sip the drink Charlie had whipped up for you. Cooper has already retired for the night, shacked up in a room at the Hotel Rexford. You don't understand why your ghoulish companion doesn't want to have sex with you. There wasn't something wrong with you was there?

Your self depreciating thoughts are interrupted by a smokey voice, made rough by radiation and chems.

"Why the long face, sister?"

You turn and see one of the most attractive ghouls you've ever lain eyes on. He is lean and willowy, but you could see a hidden strength in the way he held himself. He wore a red colonial outfit, complete with a tricorn hat, and a smile so friendly you knew there was danger lurking beneath.

"Cat got your tongue?" He drawls after a moment, and you flush, thighs squeezing together just at the sound of his voice. It's over for you after that. You learn that his name is Hancock, and he's the Major of Goodneighbor. He buys you drinks, and it's an embarrassingly short amount of time before you turn to him, eyes hopeful.

"Will you have sex with me, Hancock?"

The ghoul doesn't miss a best, hands already on your hips as he leads you out of the Third Rail and to the hotel across the street, and conveniently right beside Cooper's rented room.

The bounty hunter wakes to the sound of two people fucking, and they are not being quiet about it. Cooper is seconds away from smacking the wall and snarling at them to shut the fuck up, when he recognizes the sound of your voice, and his annoyance turns straight to burning aroused, jealousy.

Blood rushes to his cock, and Cooper falls back in the bed, head hitting the pillow as he clenches his eyes shut. The sound of your breath moans, begging for more ring in his head, and the ghoul breaks. He pops the button of his pants and shoves them down, taking his aching dick in his hand and stroking roughly.

"Ahh~ harder, John. Please."

Cooper grits his teeth, regret curdling his stomach as he listens to someone else fuck you, take what he kept pushing away. It should be his fuckin' name that you moan, his cock that should be buried in your tight cunt. Coop wouldn't have kept pushing you away if he knew you sounded so sweet stuffed full.

"That's it, baby, ya feel so goddamn good."

The second voice is rough, and that green envy grows at recognizing the sound of another ghoul. Cooper snarls lowly in the room, his hand tight around his cock as he fucks his fist and imagines that it's him in the room with you, bending you over the bed and fucking you just like you've been begging him to.

The sounds you make grow in pitch, and Cooper follows right along, stroking his cock in time with the breathy pants that's fall from your lips. A strangled moan leaves his lips when his balls tighten, and he comes, seed spilling and coating his fist. Cooper sits up and wipes it off on the sheets without a care, brows pulled down in a scowl when the noise in the next room ceases.

Cooper stuffs his dick back in his pants and leaves the room, loping out of the hotel and back to the bar. He'd wait until you were finished with whoever the fuck John was, and then he'd be there to sweep you up. Coop wouldn't miss that opportunity again.

#cooper howard #fallout #fallout prime #fallout tv series #cooper howard x reader #x reader #the ghoul x reader #john hancock x reader #hancock x reader #john hancock

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xieliansbignaturals · 8 months ago

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I think Hua Cheng should get to telepathically experience Xie Lian's thoughts and feelings for a little bit at least once. Not reading his expressions, not being told in words and actions how Xie Lian feels about him, but actually feeling it as if he were Xie Lian. (Xie Lian needs to be looking at him for this, so he gets smacked with the full tidal wave of love and attraction.) I think that would fix him.

#self-acceptance speedrun #tgcf #hualian #hua cheng

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rabbitcruiser · 10 months ago

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bee-the-loser-recs · 10 months ago

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✩✮✩ My Vernon One-shot Fic Recs ✩✮✩

★ You get me so high By @cheolhub 6.2k, college au, best friends to lovers, idiots in love, smut, fluff, weed, recreational marijuana, humour

★ Every page is empty By @neonun-au 3.3k, college au, writer reader, friends to lovers, project on love, realisations, fluff, really cute, sharing their feelings together, romance

★ My sweatshirt By @luvidzy 1.6k, idol au, boyfriend Vernon, tired reader, stealing partner's hoodies, fluff, cuties

★ Prove it By @viastro 3.6k, college au, fuckboy Vernon (sort of), reader's best friend is his cousin, fluff, making him work for a date

★ They were pretty By @viastro 2.1k, soulmate au, colour is only seen with soulmates, seeing colours for the first time, fluff, meet cute

★ Say you love me (I love you) By @viastro 5.7k, college au, reader wants to get Vernon to say I love you, lovers, fluff, cuties, sassy response at the end

★ There for you By @viastro 3.7k, best friends to lovers, long term pining, humour, fluff, slight angst, friend Joshua takes matters into his own hands

★ Tidal By @eoieopda 4.8k, established relationship, non-specified au, fluff, smut, mentions of period, banter and playful nature, cute

★ Work husband By @wondernus 8.8k, teachers au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, Vernon mistakes reader & Jeonghan as lovers, confusion, miscommunication, fluff, comedy, insecurity

★ Coffee, tea or just more of me By @joonsytip 4.5k, university au, barista reader, jock Vernon, Vernon has a staring problem, cat basically plays cupid, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, dramatic Seungkwan & Junhui

★ Action By @blue-jisungs 1k, college au, mutual crushes, awkward Vernon, rambling, cute confessions, fluff, movie major Vernon

★ Operation: hot girl summer By @shuaflix 4.8k, college au, reader dresses up nicer for the first time, maknae friends, best friends to lovers, fluff, smut, spending time in the water, summer romance au, weed consumption, humour

★ Ink, linework and a cup of coffee By @berriesandjunnie 2.2k, tattoo artist Vernon, reader with multiple tattoos, attraction, fluff, best friend Chan, little competition on number of tats, mutual pining, recent breakup

★ On love, friendship and Jane Austen By @suhnshinehaos 4.3k, college au, long term best friends, pining, being hopelessly in love, yearning, fluff, angst, realisations, confessions, reader has fallen in love multiple times, Vernon has stood by each time

★ Rock with you By @wheeboo 3.7k, rock band au, lead guitarist Vernon, drummer reader, fluff, mutual connections, open ending, strangers to bandmates to potential lovers?, initial coldness

★ The cat-parent trap By @bluehoodiewoozi 8.3k, shared apartment building au, cat lovers, adopting cats, cat is basically cupid for reader & Vernon, fluff, mild jealousy, feeding cats

★ Take me higher By @shuadotcom 6.1k, college au, secret pining, subtly staring at one another, getting high, stoner Vernon & reader, smut, first time partying, slight fluff, friends to lovers

★ Do you dream of me? By @miraclewoozi 9.6k, soulmates au, slight mention of college au, kissing your soulmate makes the world have colour, fluff, some angst, 5 times Vernon wants to kiss you, one time you beat him to it, pining

★ Divorce child By @lovelyhan 9.2k, exes to lovers au, mutual pining, shared custody of a cat, fluff, getting back together, smut, slight panic of lost cat

★ Bias By @wooahaes 1.4k, idol Vernon x non-idol reader, cat owner, cats picking their biases, fluff, cute relationship, really adorable

★ Lost in stereo By @hannieehaee 8.8k, band au, friends to enemies to lovers, drummer Vernon, producer reader, fluff, angst, smut, betrayal of trust, being kicked out of the band, unrequited crush (kind of)

★ Favourite co-worker By @sescoups 5.3k, non-idol au, record store workers, co-workers, fluff, smut, creepy customer, mutual crushes, working overtime

★ Taking pictures By @emocheol Established relationship, non-specified au, fluff, Vernon takes pictures of reader, photo albums, cute

#bee's recs #bee's navigation #seventeen fic rec #seventeen fic recs #seventeen x reader #vernon x reader #vernon smut #vernon fluff #hansol x reader #hansol smut #hansol fluff #hansol vernon chwe x reader

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chroniclesofskz · 2 months ago

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The Alphas Mate

My first Alpha related fic hope you like.

In the bustling heart of the city, nestled among towering skyscrapers, stood the headquarters of Melodic Howl Records—a sanctuary where melodies intertwined with ambition. The man who reigned over this empire was none other than the enigmatic Chan, the CEO whose piercing grey eyes and commanding presence could make even the most seasoned music moguls tremble. Behind his finely tailored suits and stern demeanor lay a secret that few could fathom: Chan was an alpha werewolf, a being of unyielding power cloaked in mystery.

Y/N, a bright-eyed intern with an insatiable passion for music, had just received the promotion of a lifetime—becoming Chan's personal assistant. As she stepped into his opulent office, her heart raced with excitement. The walls were adorned with gold records and framed photographs of iconic musicians, each a testament to Chan's undeniable influence in the industry. Little did she know, she was about to embark on a tumultuous journey that would intertwine her fate with his in unimaginable ways.

"Good evening, Mr. Bang," she chirped, placing her clipboard meticulously on the gleaming mahogany desk. He barely glanced up from his paperwork, his gruff reply a curt, "Call me Chan." The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine as she felt an inexplicable connection—a magnetic pull that transcended mere attraction. It was an urge borne from deep within, a visceral need to be closer, to absorb his essence.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N immersed herself in her work, tirelessly supporting him through the whirlwind of demands that came with running a record label. Each nod of approval from Chan ignited a thrill within her, and she began to understand the depths of his dedication to music and the fierce loyalty he held for his team. However, as the moon waxed fuller each night, something began to shift in his demeanor. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, his movements became more primal, and his scent—a rich, intoxicating aroma—grew stronger, filling the office with a heady allure.

One fateful evening, the atmosphere in the office grew thick with unspoken tension. Chan summoned her into his sanctuary, his voice deeper and more urgent than usual. "Y/N, I need you to stay late tonight. There’s a lot of work to be done." His gaze bore into hers, sending a tremor of fear mingled with desire through her. Heart racing, she nodded, knowing there was no denying the pull of his presence.

As night fell, the building emptied until it was just the two of them, surrounded by fluorescent lights buzzing like disturbed bees. The weight of unspoken words hung between them as he rose abruptly, pushing his chair back with an unsettling scrape. "Follow me," he commanded, his tone low and urgent.

Her heart thumping in her chest, Y/N trailed behind him to the far corner of the office, where shadows danced ominously around them. His eyes, typically sharp and calculated, merged into an intense glaze, hunger emanating from him like a wild storm. He turned to face her, his breath labored, and she sensed the darkness unfurling within him.

"I'm in heat," he growled, the words heavy with restraint and raw need. "The scent of your blood is driving me to madness." Panic rippled through Y/N, a shocking revelation crashing over her like a tidal wave. A werewolf. Suddenly, all the signs that had previously evaded her comprehension fell into place.

Fear mingled with an unfamiliar thrill as his hand reached for her shoulder, the touch igniting an electrifying connection between them. "I didn't mean for it to go this far," he murmured, eyes wide with torment. "But I need you. I need you to help me through this."

In that instant, an invisible bond snapped into being, a fiery thread entwining their souls. Y/N gasped as warmth flooded her being, a sense of belonging that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her skin, and she felt an instinctual pull toward him. With a primal snarl, he pushed her onto the cold office table, sending papers flying as the weight of his body pressed down upon her.

It was raw, it was passionate—unlike anything she had ever imagined. He claimed her not just physically, but as his mate, and she accepted that claim without fully understanding its consequences. In the aftermath, they lay entwined, gasping for breath beneath the silvery light of the moon, the reality of what had transpired enveloping them like an impenetrable fog.

Chan’s hands roamed over her curves, his touch leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he explored every inch of her willing body. He was rough, his need for her unbridled, and she met him with equal fervor. When he finally entered her, she felt herself stretched to the limits, filled by his monstrous length. He growled with pleasure, the vibrations resonating deep within her as he began to move with a feral rhythm that stoked the flames of their desire.

Their mating was an all-consuming dance of flesh, a ravenous claiming that neither could resist. He pounded into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her nails dug into his back as she clung to him, her moans mingling with his growls in a symphony of lust. The room spun around them, and the only thing that grounded her was the feel of him deep inside her, marking her as his own.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the otherwise silent office, punctuated by the occasional grunt of pleasure or gasp of pain. Y/N’s legs were wrapped around his waist, her ankles locking together as she arched her back, offering herself up to his primal need. Her orgasm built like a crescendo, a tightening coil that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.

And then, just as she felt herself reaching the peak, it happened. Her vision swam with stars as pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced washed over her, leaving her trembling and spent in his arms. He followed close behind, his teeth sinking into her neck once more as he reached his own climax, his roar of release a testament to the power of their bond.

The next few moments were a blur of sensation and emotion. They lay tangled together, their hearts racing in time with one another’s. Y/N felt a strange warmth spreading through her, a sense of belonging that was as comforting as it was overwhelming. She didn’t know what the future held, but in that moment, all she could do was hold on tight to the man who had irrevocably changed her life.

As days morphed into weeks, the bond blossomed and deepened, but Y/N soon realised that the nature of that bond was altering her very essence. She felt shifts within her body, changes that resonated with the werewolf lineage coursing through her veins. Then came the unimaginable news—a positive pregnancy test. A human carrying a werewolf's pup.

As time seemed to stand still. Y/N's heart raced, pounding in her chest like a wild drum. Staring at the little pink plus sign, the reality washed over her in waves of disbelief and terror. She felt the echoes of ancient instincts surge within her, whispering secrets of a legacy she had only begun to comprehend.

In that instant, everything changed. The world outside faded into a blur, and the familiar comfort of her surroundings transformed into a battleground of emotions. Fear tangled with a flicker of hope, twisting her insides as she grappled with the implications of the life growing within her.

Her mind flashed with vivid images: the intensity of the moonlit nights, the primal energy coursing through her veins, and the undeniable connection she shared with the enigmatic figure by her side. What would it mean to bear a child connected to both human and beast? Would she be able to protect it from the dangers lurking in the shadows of their dual world?

As she stood there, breathless and trembling, memories of whispered legends danced in her mind. Stories of werewolf offspring, powerful yet vulnerable, revered and feared. Panic surged once more, her thoughts racing—Would she be able to fulfill this daunting destiny? What if the beast within her reared its head at the wrong moment, threatening the very life she carried?

Y/N’s breath quickened, reflecting the chaos within. Fear had quickly morphed into resolve; she recognized that she could no longer remain a passive observer of her fate. Every instinct screamed for her to fight, to seek knowledge, and to forge a path for the little life that now nestled within her. She had to embrace the transformation unfolding within her, to harness the power of her lineage and rise above the uncertainties.

With clenched fists and gritted teeth, she vowed to uncover the truth about her heritage, to learn and prepare for the challenges ahead. Whatever awaited her, she would confront it head-on, for she was not simply a human; she was a conduit of ancient magic harboring a legacy that was only just beginning to awaken. And so, with determination sparking in her veins, Y/N stepped into the uncertain future, ready to face whatever tempest awaited her and her unborn child.

When she revealed the news to Chan, the air in the room grew thick with an electrifying tension, a tempest brewing between them. His face paled, shadows deepening under his brow, as the weight of her revelation settled like a leaden shroud. “You will terminate it!” he barked, the words tearing from him with a ferocity that sent a chill racing down Y/N's spine. His expression darkened, his werewolf instincts kicking in, eyes flashing a vivid gold—each flicker reflecting a mix of anguish and rage. “It’s not safe for you, or for the pup!”

Time seemed to stretch and warp around them, the silence punctuated only by the quickened rhythm of their breaths. Y/N felt the room spiral into chaos, her heart pounding a desperate melody against her ribs. She stood her ground, fire igniting in her chest, determination coursing through her veins. “I won’t,” she replied, her voice years beyond her age, steady and unwavering like steel forged in the furnace of battle.

“Do you even hear yourself?” Chan's voice cracked with disbelief, desperation seeping through every syllable. “You’re talking about bringing a child into a world that would tear it apart! What if it is hunted? What if it can’t control the beast within? We can’t risk it—"

The tremor of fear she had kept at bay flickered at the edges of her resolve, but she refused to let it shatter her stance. “I’m carrying this child, Chan,” she shot back, the weight of her words echoing in the charged atmosphere. “This is my choice. I will not let fear dictate my future or the life I bear.”

For a moment, his fierce expression faltered, the storm of emotions swirling within him visible like a tempest brewing on the horizon. Y/N could see the battle within him, the instinct to protect clashing with the raw truth of their bond. Her heart ached; she understood the depth of his fears, the desperate need to shield her from danger—but she couldn’t back down.

With each breath, she felt her connection to the child grow stronger, a tether of possibility and hope that transcended the shadows looming above them. “You may see it as a threat, but for me, it’s a life worth fighting for. It’s our child—a piece of us, a legacy that deserves a chance.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, challenging him as much as they defined her own strength. Chan’s jaw clenched, the internal war still raging within him, but Y/N stood firm, unyielding as the mountains that rose outside their window. The silence thickened, fraught with tension, as they locked eyes—a silent understanding beginning to unravel between them.

And in that profound moment, amid the roiling storm of emotions, one truth crystallized: she would not let fear extinguish the spark of life that had begun to flicker within her. Not now. Not ever.

What followed was a tumultuous battle of wills that tested the very foundation of their bond. Chan was torn between the primal instincts of a protective alpha and the complexities of his growing feelings for her. Every moment felt like a high-stakes game, where every word exchanged was a potential turning point. He wrestled with his need to shield her, to protect the life they had created, against the burgeoning realization that she was stronger than he had ever acknowledged.

As the days passed, Y/N faced her own fears head-on. Her body stretched and shifted to accommodate the pup growing within her, each change a reminder of the life intertwined with her own. With every ache and flutter, she felt both exhilaration and trepidation, knowing the very essence of her being was being reshaped by the child’s energy. Meanwhile, the werewolf community buzzed with whispers and judgment, their disdain cutting like frost. The union between a human and a werewolf was not just rare; it was viewed as an aberration, a violation of the natural order that sent ripples of distress through the pack.

Yet each day brought new challenges, and it was within that chaos that love, stubborn and unyielding, flourished. They leaned on each other, a fragile tether binding them together amidst the storm. Chan often found himself watching her with an affection that was surprisingly tender, as if seeing her for the first time—her strength shining like a beacon in the shadows. Y/N, in turn, began to recognise the weight of the sacrifices he was willing to make for her and their child—the burden he bore as the alpha, grappling with both protection and acceptance.

As the full moon approached, it cast a silvery glow that shimmered ominously outside, the world reverent in its beauty. Yet within the stark white walls of the hospital, where Y/N had made her way for the impending birth, the atmosphere crackled with palpable tension. Each contraction began like distant thunder, growing louder and more fierce as they vibrated through her body. She gripped the sides of the bed, knuckles turning white, and with each wave of pain, it felt like a knife slashing through her very essence.

The contractions intensified, each wave of pain felt like a tsunami crashing over her, threatening to pull her under into a dark abyss. Y/N could feel the life within her shifting, responding to the primal call of her mate, but her human body was failing to keep up with nature’s demands. The room pulsed with energy, the air thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and desperation as the full moon illuminated her struggle.

"Y/N, stay with me!" Chan's voice reverberated in her ears, a lifeline in the storm. His hands were steady on her shoulders, but she could see the fear flickering in his grey eyes. The battle between his wolf instincts and his concern for her was palpable, a dangerous dance teetering on the edge of chaos.

"Chan," she gasped, struggling for breath. "I… I need you… to turn me. I can’t—" She couldn't even finish her thought as another contraction seized her. It was as if the universe itself was trying to wrench the life from her.

“No!” His voice was raw with anguish. He could already feel the pulse of their unborn pup, the future on the line, but the thought of losing Y/N tore at his very soul. “You don’t know what you’re asking—”

“Please! Just do it!” she cried, desperation clawing at her insides. “I can’t keep fighting like this.” Her body was betraying her, and the sharpness of the pain threatened to envelop her completely.

With a fierce snarl, Chan’s resolve shattered, and his love outweighed the risks that loomed in the dark corners of his mind. He grasped her wrist tightly, his canine teeth bared as he sank them into her flesh. The moment he bit her, a surge of raw power coursed through their bond, igniting a wildfire of energy that enveloped them both.

Y/N's vision blurred as her body reacted to the mixture of agony and ecstasy. The world around her dissolved, and she felt torn between two realms—the human world she had known and the feral wilderness that beckoned her. As the change began, pain erupted within her, lightning-striking every nerve, her body twisting and turning in ways she had never dreamed possible. It felt like her very essence was being torn apart, a battle raging within.

“Stay with me! Fight!” Chan’s voice cut through her trance, a grounding force in the chaos. He could sense her slipping, the toll of the transformation threatening to snuff out the light of her life. Her heart raced, but so did the desperation of his plea. With every ounce of strength he had, he wrapped his aura around her, pouring his spirit into her.

The room was a flurry of shadows and light, the energy crackling like a thunderstorm. Y/N felt herself begin to drown, the pain ripping her into shards. “Chan—” she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m… I’m slipping!”

“NO!” he roared, his eyes glowing fiercely, the wolf within him rising to the forefront. With a primal cry, he pressed his forehead to hers, sharing more of his essence, intertwining their spirits. In that moment, as realms collided, she was filled with his strength, his determination, and all of his love—a bond forged in fire and pain.

With a scream that echoed through the night, Y/N shattered the barrier between human and wolf. The transformation unleashed a torrent of energy, and she felt herself explode into existence, the world around her brightening until it was almost blinding. Darkness ebbed away, the agony receding as she embraced the new power coursing through her veins.

But the surge also threatened to take more than she could give. Her heart faltered, struggling against the sheer force of the change. Chan felt it before she did, his heart dropping into his stomach as he realized she was fading still, despite the transformation. “Y/N! Please! You can’t leave me!”

He could feel her slipping away, the life within her waning even as she became something altogether powerful. She was caught between human vulnerability and wolf ferocity, struggling to stabilize. The tension in the room escalated, the air thick with impending doom.

“CHAN!” she gasped, her voice a fragile echo. With a final effort, she reached deep within, drawing from their bond. She channeled everything—her love for him, the life they had built, and the life they were about to start—with their pup.

With one final surge of power, she cried out, managing to find her voice. “I won’t give up! Not now!” The cosmic force erupted, and Y/N surged forward, clawing her way back from the brink of the abyss as she anchored herself to Chan.

The first ray of sunlight streamed through the hospital windows, bathing the room in golden warmth, and with it dawned a rebirth.

Y/N was born anew, a vibrant tapestry woven from the threads of both human resilience and primal strength. As she opened her eyes, the world felt different, sharper, as vibrant colors and sounds overwhelmed her senses. The sterile smell of antiseptic mingled with the unmistakable scent of Chan—the essence of her mate, her protector.

“Y/N!” Chan breathed, a mixture of relief and joy flooding over him. The weight of worry that had been pressing down on him for hours disappeared in an instant. He cradled her face in his hands, his thumb brushing over the marks he had left on her neck, the bond they shared now magnified a thousandfold. “You did it… you came back to me!”

The sight of him sparked something deep within her, a fierce connection that surged through her heart and ignited her soul. “I’m… alive?” she murmured, astonished, as the realization settled in. It was surreal, like stepping into a different realm where she was both herself and something far greater.

Chan’s eyes softened, but they still carried an underlying feral edge that reminded her of the wildness they had both embraced. “Yes, more than alive. You’re one of us now.” His voice held a reverence that sent shivers down her spine. “Our pup… it’s time.”

With a sudden rush of urgency, the memory of the contractions and the impending labor surged back, reminding her of the life they had created together. “The baby, Chan! Where—?” But before she could finish her thought, the muffled cries of an infant echoed through the air, a sweet melody rising above the chaos.

The nursery door creaked open, and in the soft light, a nurse walked in cradling a small bundle wrapped in soft fabrics. Y/N’s heart soared as she caught sight of a tiny face peeking from the folds, delicate and utterly perfect. The child was a reflection of their love—a blend of both human and werewolf, a miracle forged from their bond.

“After everything…” Y/N whispered, tears filling her eyes. “I can’t believe it’s real.” She held out her arms instinctively, and Chan nodded to the nurse, who gently placed the baby in Y/N's waiting hands.

Looking down, her breath caught. The pup had soft, chocolate-brown hair, with skin that shimmered faintly in the light, a sign of the power it would inherit. Its eyes flickered open, revealing the same piercing grey as Chan. The connection Y/N felt surged as she gazed into the innocent face of their child, the binding thread between them tangling ever tighter.

“Welcome to our family,” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks, a mix of joy and vulnerability flooding her heart. Chan knelt beside her, wrapping his arms around them both, his fierce protectiveness shining through.

“Together, always,” he vowed, his voice low and resonant. “The challenges ahead may be daunting, but we will face them as a pack.”

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jakescapes · 2 months ago

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ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

pairing: stranger!jake x reader (f)

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

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

word count: 12k

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

mood board

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

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

Then, everything went wrong.

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

Gasps rippled through the cabin. Then came the screaming.

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

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

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

And then, nothing.

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

Am I dead?

Wait, no.

You’re alive.

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

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

Panic gripped your chest.

There should be people. Survivors. Anyone.

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

Then, movement.

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

Your heart stuttered.

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

Then, he moved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just… shaken," you admitted. "You?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The silence stretched, thick and final.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gave a faint smile, offering yours in return.

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

For a moment, neither of you let go.

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

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

He nodded, waiting.

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

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

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

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

And that, at least, was something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it wasn’t enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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