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bruh-changbin · 26 days

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it’s slowly starting to warm up here in canada so while I work on a fun summery fic for a different enha member, feel free to indulge in lifeguard jakey 🫶

S.O.S - skin on skin

pairing: lifeguard!jake x afab reader

requested: nope

genre: smut, fluff (minors dni)

warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (be safe), semi-public sex

word count: 4.5k

a/n: i was planning on finishing/posting this during the summer since it is literally snowing where i am but i couldn't resist 😻thank you to my baefy @moonhoures for helping me sort out this mess of a fic, this is for you mamas. also i had no idea how to end this so i apologize if it's a bit abrupt. enjoyyyyy (pls ignore any repeat paragraphs tumblr is stupid)

photos not mine, credits to rightful owners (retrieved from Pinterest)

it’s hot.

it is so hot.

the kind of hot where the pavement will burn and blister the soles of your feet if you go outside without shoes on. the kind of hot where you subconsciously toss your duvet off of yourself when you’re asleep since you’re sweating so much. unbearable, to put it simply.

but it's summer! you’re free to do whatever you please, all thoughts of studying and textbooks pushed to the back of your head until the new semester starts.

and on scorching days like today, what better way to cool down than by taking a dip?

the hot leather seats in your car sting the backs of your thighs as you climb in, making you jump slightly as you turn the keys and the engine roars to life. thank god for air conditioning you think to yourself as you turn up the fan, the cold air blowing against your damp skin. seatbelt on, obligatory mirror check, and you’re pulling out of your driveway.

a few stops are made on your way to the beach: two stops at your friends houses to pick them up, and one more at a convenience store to grab some much needed cold drinks. radio turned up to the max, you speed down the freeway with the windows down, the air filled with the scent of saltwater and freedom.

upon arrival, you find that the beach is less crowded than expected - albeit it is a weekday. you busy yourself with tying the strings on your friends bikini top before unrolling your designated beach blanket onto the sand. sunscreen is a must, so you all sit down to apply some before you dive into the enticing turquoise waves of the ocean that’s a mere walk away from where you’ve set up for the day.

“no way, is that jake sim?”

jake sim is somewhat of a socialite in your academic year. he somehow manages to be everywhere on campus at once because it seems like everyone knows him and/or has had a lecture with him. you’ve crossed paths with him a few times, even working with him briefly on a group project.

and apparently, he’s now working the lifeguard position at your local beach.

“that can’t be him, jake sim doesn’t have blonde hair.”

“but look at that nose bridge… and those ears?! that’s definitely him,” your friend ogles at jake, who’s looking at the sea with a pair of binoculars. “also, he could’ve just bleached his hair dipshit.”

almost as if on cue, the man in question looks over at the three of you (and you can confirm that it is actually jake sim), waves fondly, and then returns his attention to the other beachgoers.

“oh my god he looked directly at me!!!!”

“no way! he was obviously looking at me.”

honestly it seemed like he was looking at you, but you don’t say anything.

“do you think he’ll rub sunscreen on my back if i tell him it’s an emergency?”

“wait pass me one of those popsicles, i’m gonna suck on it real hard.”

you listen to your friends bicker over who’s going to catch jake’s attention first, and you roll your eyes. yes jake is conventionally attractive, but he’s not that hot.

sure, he has beautiful tanned skin, weirdly perfect teeth, broad shoulders, thick arms (and he does look really good as a blonde)...

fuck, maybe he is that hot.

not wanting to fuel the flames of desire that your friends are now harbouring for the man perched on top of the lifeguard tower, you decide to keep your mouth shut.

“it feels like i’m burning up, let’s go for a swim!” you state before pushing yourself off of the ground, grabbing your friends wrists and dragging them behind you. for some reason you feel inclined to take one final glance over your shoulder at jake, and you almost choke when you find his eyes are trained directly on your ass - which, mind you, is only half covered by your swimsuit bottoms.

the sudden chill of the ocean waves pulls all of your attention away from jake, and you shriek as you and your friends wade into thigh high water. although it feels like the waves are almost freezing, it’s such a relief on this unbearably hot day, and the three of you head further out into deeper water.

for majority of the time you’re swimming your friends seem to have forgotten jake, that is until a shrill whistle is heard followed by the lifeguard in question running down the sand and diving into the water (baywatch style) to sort out whatever conundrum is taking place.

it takes your friends awhile to get over that.

“did you see the way he dove into the water?! UGH! i want him to dive into my puss-” you shove her head underwater.

when the sun kisses the waves on the horizon you decide to head out. luckily you brought a change of clothes so you don’t have to drive home in your sodden bathing suit. although you leave the beach during sunset, you don’t get home until much later - an impromptu stop at a roadside diner left you subjected to listening to your friend’s drama for hours.

so, when you do finally arrive at your house after dropping your passengers off, it’s full on night-time.

rolling up the windows and turning the engine off, you reach into the backseat to grab your… bag.

“shit!” you knew you were forgetting something; now your beach bag is sitting alone in the sand. part of you contemplates just leaving it and going back tomorrow - the sun has already set and your legs are tired from being in the water all day. but your favourite pair of sunnies are in there! you can’t justify leaving them outside for someone to steal.

back to the beach we go. ugh.

the freeway is much emptier now compared to when you made the drive to the beach earlier this afternoon, but you like it. it’s much more, how can you put this… serene? like you’re in some kind of indie movie where you’re the main character, speeding down the freeway as the night air fills your lungs. you indulge yourself and turn up the radio.

pulling into the beach parking lot for the second time that day, you cut the engine of your car before getting out and heading over to the spot where you spent your afternoon. you try to ignore the sinking of your heart when you see that the beach is empty, your beloved tote bag nowhere to be found. well, at least you tried.

“yo y/n? is that you?”

you turn around to see jake, the hot topic of your afternoon, walking across the beach to where you’re standing. his hair bounces slightly with each stride and his torso is now covered with a sleeveless red top that reads ‘lifeguard’ in white letters across the chest.

“yea, it’s me,” shit, you didn’t want to sound overly excited with your response but that might’ve been too unequivocal.

“why’d you come back?” he starts, but then backtracks, “i uhh, saw you here earlier today with your friends.”

in contrast to how he looked earlier this afternoon, jake’s appearance is much cuter now. maybe it’s because his toned chest is covered and the sun isn’t making his skin look delicious, but he seems much more… bashful? like you want to kiss him and run your fingers through his hair instead of let him fuck the life out of you - although you still would do the latter.

“yea, i left my bag here but,�� you scan the ground around you before looking back at jake, “looks like it’s gone.”

“we’ve got a lost and found bin in the lifeguard headquarters, wanna take a look in there?” jake suggests while pointing to a large wooden building a couple hundred metres down the shore.

“doesn’t hurt to try,” you shrug before following jake down the beach. seagrass that’s growing around the base of the wooden steps to the building tickles your ankles as you walk past it, following jake up the stairs. the white paint on the handrail of the staircase is chipping and you're reluctant to put your hand on it out of fear of getting a splinter. ahead of you, jake unlocks the flimsy screen door before stepping to the side, holding it open for you while you enter. and they say chivalry is dead.

“if someone turned your bag in it would be in there,” jake states as he steps inside, allowing the door to swing closed behind him before walking over to a clunky dark brown chest in the back corner of the room. a clearly home-made sign that reads ‘lost and found’ in red sharpie is stuck to the top of the chest with painters tape.

you try not to focus too hard on the prominent veins on jake’s forearm as he reaches down and swings the chest open, allowing the lid to rest on the wall behind it. there, sitting on top of a pile of forgotten towels and life jackets, is your tote bag.

“this is it!” you exclaim before wrapping your fingers around the worn out straps and pulling it out of the lost and found bin. immediately you begin to search through your bag, smiling when you pull out your favourite sunglasses that thankfully were not stolen.

“lucky sunnies?” jake questions while nodding to the glasses in your hand.

“not lucky, just my favourite ones,” you respond while clutching onto the plastic frames. “do you want to try them on?”

jake nods, and then proceeds to just stand there and look at you expectantly. it takes a second, but soon it clicks that he wants you to put them on him, so you open the temples and slide them onto his face.

his fingers briefly brush against yours as he moves to push them up the bridge of his nose before looking at you while posing like a model, “how do i look?”

“i’ll be honest,” you snicker, “i don’t think you can pull them off.”

“ouchhhh,” he feigns hurt before removing your sunnies and placing them back in your hand, laughing alongside you.

you’re not sure where to go from here. sure, you got what you came for, but you like talking to jake and you don’t want to stop. and something in his demeanour tells you that he likes talking to you too.

“you’ve got a beautiful view from here,” you state while making your way over to the large bay window that’s facing the ocean - jake follows behind you. the water appears to be almost black at this late hour, and the moon casts a pale white glow that reflects off of the surface of the sea. the waves lap at the shore melodically, creating a kind of ambience that could easily lull you to sleep.

if you strain your ears enough, you can hear the sound of jake’s breathing - it’s then you realise how close to you he really is. you pick up on the scent of salt water and sunscreen that clings to his skin, the soft whistle that passes his lips when he exhales, how he keeps glancing back and forth between your profile and the ocean.

“do you like working here, jake?”

his eyes meet yours briefly as he shifts his posture, opting to rest his weight on the wooden desk so his back is facing the window.

“it’s alright,” a heavy sigh passes his lips before he continues, “it pays well, and i like helping people, but i guess it can be kinda… draining?”

“understandable”

silence again. but it’s not an awkward silence. it’s comfortable, neither of you stretching the conversation out for longer than needed.

“i’m sure you get tons of girls throwing themselves at you though.”

jake laughs at your sudden statement before reaching up to timidly scratch at the back of his neck - something he does a lot when he’s nervous, you’ve noticed. it’s cute.

“ehh… not that many”

“oh come on! i’m sure you’re downplaying it.” you playfully shove jake’s shoulder as he tries to hide the bashful grin that’s plastered on his face, “my friends think you’re super hot. seriously, they could not stop ogling at you today.”

although the room you’re in is only lit from the glow of the moon, you can still see the faint blush that creeps its way onto jake’s cheeks at the sudden compliment. he laughs while hanging his head below his shoulders, his shaggy hair not quite long enough to hide how the tips of his ears have turned red as well.

he looks up at you before asking, “what do you think?”

you try your best to hide your outward reaction when you feel jake’s hand come in contact with your lower back. at this point he’s pressed up right against your side, and you can feel his breath fan against your ear when he exhales.

“hmm?”

“do you think i’m hot?”

you feel like a deer in headlights. of course you think jake is hot, but you’ve gotta play it cool.

“... yea?”

that was not cool.

both of you outwardly laugh at your coy response, with jake sheepishly burying his head into your shoulder. his blonde hair tickles the side of your face as he shakes his head to prevent himself from another outburst.

when your laughter dies down, jake keeps his head in the same place. you feel the tip of his nose drag along the skin in between your neck and your shoulder as he undoubtedly inhales the scent of your rose body wash.

jake’s hand that’s not resting on the small of your back makes its way up your arm, stopping at the thin strap of your cami before slipping his index and middle fingers underneath the elastic. he fiddles with the strap before allowing it to fall, and you shudder when his lips make contact with your now bare shoulder.

jake’s lips are soft and warm and you get a fluttering feeling in your tummy as he drags them along the skin of your shoulder. he kisses his way up your neck, the sensation almost distracting you from the feeling of his hand sneaking it’s way up your back to the other side of your face.

he holds your jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he detaches his lips from your neck, pulling away to look at you. his eyes have a certain look to them; a look that screams i want you and i want you now.

no boy has ever kissed you the way jake sim has. most boys are sloppy and kiss with too much teeth while trying to shove their tongues down your throat. jake is gentle though. from the way he leaned in to press his lips to yours to the way he cups your face in his hand, his actions are docile so as to not make you uncomfortable.

with time of course, he becomes more assertive. pushing his body flush against yours, he deepens the kiss while keeping a hold on your jaw. his teeth nip at your bottom lip and you allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

the bridge of his nose bumps against yours every so often as he works your face, his tongue pushing and gliding against yours as he explores your mouth.

a firm hand grasps your hip before turning you around, pushing you back and up so you’re sitting on the desk that creaks ever so slightly when you put your weight on it. it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you open your legs to allow jake to fit himself between them, his hips flush against your own.

his lips briefly meet your own before travelling down to your jaw, then your neck, then your collarbones before stopping at your breasts. your chest rises and falls with your breath as he sucks and nips at the supple skin of your tits, the action causing arousal to soak the cotton of your panties.

jake presses a couple chaste kisses to your chest before continuing his descent. you bite your lip in anticipation when you hear his knees make a dull thud as they come in contact with the floor, his fingers dragging up your thighs before stopping at the button of your gingham shorts.

“let’s get these off of you,” he somewhat whispers before popping the button open and pulling down the zipper before peering up at you through his eyelashes - that look alone almost makes you orgasm on the spot.

connecting the dots, you shift back onto your arms, allowing jake to pull your shorts down your legs, leaving you in your light pink lacy panties.

“cute,” jake whispers while playing with the frilly trim on the hem of your underwear, his fingers dipping underneath only to let go and allow the elastic to snap against your skin.

in a similar fashion to before, he begins to make his way up your legs, kissing and licking at the insides of your thighs as he moves closer and closer to where you need him the most. you can feel your panties sticking to your cunt, and you’re sure there’s a sizeable wet patch that will boost jake’s ego - seeing as he’s the one who caused it.

your legs feel like jelly hanging off of jake’s shoulders as he pushes his face against your core, the tip of his tapered nose pressing against your clit through your soaked panties. you brace yourself as jake licks a stripe from the top to the bottom of your cunt through the ruined fabric of your panties, his hands prying your thighs even further apart.

the rough cotton material sticks to your pussy and jake repeats his actions, causing you to moan out into the empty room. you’re about to complain about how the feeling of your panties stuck to you is now bordering on being uncomfortable, but jake seems to read your mind since he pulls them off of your hips and tosses them on top of your discarded shorts.

jake takes a few seconds to admire your now bare pussy, which is gleaming with wetness from his previous ministrations. the longer he looks at you the more shy you become, and you’re just about to beg him to do something before he dives into you.

his tongue explores your folds as he laps up your juices, acting as if your cunt is a cold cherry slushie that’s been given to him on a scorching hot day. “fuck jake~” you exhale while driving your hips against his face.

his tongue swirls around your hole a few times before testing the waters and dipping inside every so slightly, and when you grab a fistful of his hair in response, he knows he did something good. moving upwards from your entrance, he directs his attention to your clit; wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. your back arches at the sensation and you implore him to continue.

while jake’s mouth is focused on your clit, he removes his right hand from where it was gripping your thigh to bring it up to your cunt. he pulls his mouth off of your clit momentarily to suck on his ring and middle finger, coating them with his spit before sliding them down to your entrance.

you gasp when you feel jake’s digits slip into your dripping hole, his lips moving back to wrap around your clit once again. the feeling has you keening and you arch your back, your arms tired from holding the weight of your torso up.

the wet sound coming from jake’s fingers slipping in and out of you and his tongue sucking at your clit mimic those of the lapping of the ocean waves behind you, and for a second you’re reminded of where you are. you’re in a lifeguard tower getting your pussy devoured by jake sim. holy shit. your friends would kill to be you right now.

when jake begins to curl his fingers inside of you you know you’re a goner. they graze your g-spot with every thrust and you can feel your ograsm ebbing and you rock your hips into his face.

jake’s brows are furrowed with concentration as he continues you pleasure you, undoubtedly feeling the way your walls are getting tighter and tighter around his fingers. “fuck jake, i’m cum-” is all you manage to moan out before your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave.

your elbows wobble and you fall back onto your forearms as jake removes his fingers from you. he keeps his mouth on you though, continuing to eat you out through your orgasm. and, when you begin to squirm, he pulls away.

when jake stands up and hovers over you, you swear you almost cum again. his lips and chin are tainted with your essence, and his hair is dishevelled from the way your thighs were clamping around his head.

you watch as he haphazardly wipes his mouth on the back of his forearm before moving up your body to plant his lips on yours. it’s weird, tasting yourself on his lips, his tongue, but you like it.

his semi-hard cock covered by the fabric of his shorts presses against your exposed cunt, and you whine at the sudden contact.

“i really wanna have sex with you,” jake groans; it almost sounds like he’s in pain.

“then have sex with me,” you whine in response while allowing your hands to explore the expanse of jake’s back. you note that he’s still fully clothed.

“i uhhh,” he hesitates, “i don’t have any condoms.”

ah shit. there’s that issue. jake’s statement hangs in the air as he waits for you to respond while you weigh the options in your head. fuck it, this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and you really want jake sim to fuck you.

“that’s fine.”

jake seems somewhat taken aback at your answer, his head tilting to the side slightly before clarifying, “really?”

“mhm,” you whisper somewhat seductively, trying to get back on track to where you were before. jake bites his lip and whispers a quiet fuck underneath his breath before peeling himself off of you. his fingers, two of which are still stained with your release, wrap around the hem of his shirt before he pulls it over his head.

his bottoms are next, and you watch with excitement as he unbuttons his shorts before pulling them off, his boxers coming with them. your heart rate picks up as you watch jake pump his cock a few times before slotting his hips between yours.

a pathetic whimper escapes your lips as you feel him drag the tip of his cock through your folds with ease, convulsing slightly when he bumps into your clit.

after what feels like an eternity of teasing (although you’re sure it couldn’t have been that long), jake pushes his dick inside of you, inserting just the tip at first before slowly sinking into your warm cunt.

the two of you groan in unison when he bottoms out, his chest pressed up against yours as he adjusts to the feeling of your pussy suffocating his cock. both of your breathing is already somewhat laboured at the excitement of it all, and you press a few kisses to his neck in an attempt to get him to move.

with some hesitation, jake pulls his hips away from yours so just his tip is inside of you before pushing back into you again. you allow yourself to lie flat against the old wooden desk underneath you, your hands on jakes shoulders pulling him down with you.

jake hides his face in the crook of your neck as he deliberately picks up the pace of his thrusts. his cockl stretches you deliciously and hits you in all of the right places, and you question if the two of you were made for eachother.

the corners of the window begin to slowly fog up as the two of you moan aloud into the open space. jake shifts so all of his weight is resting on one of his arms as the other makes contact with your breast. he massages your boob over the fabric of your cami before his hand makes its way to your cunt.

a pornographic moan escapes your lips when you feel his fingers press against your clit, your walls tightening around his cock which causes him to groan and bite onto the skin of your shoulder.

there’s a growing pressure in your lower abdomen that’s only getting stronger and stronger as jake continues to fuck you against the wooden desk that’s scratching the skin of your shoulder baldes.

jake’s close as well, you can tell by the way he’s losing his inhibition while pummeling his dick inside of you. sensing that you’re close to finishing, he grunts into your neck: “where can i finish?’

you tighten the grip of your thighs around his hips, a silent plea for him to finish inside of you.

jake pulls his head away from your neck to look at you directly, his eyes wide with concern and lust, “are you sure?”

you nod and whisper a quick ‘yes’ before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down so his lips are on yours again. it’s hard to call it a kiss, since the two of you are essentially just moaning into each other’s mouths, but the sudden intimacy of it all is what sends you over the edge.

a high-pitched moan is drawn from you as your second, and more powerful, orgasm of the night washes over you. it feels as if all of your nerves are on fire and you’re sure your skin is covered with goosebumps as your walls flutter around jake’s cock.

jake finishes with possibly the hottest groan you’ve ever heard and you feel him cum inside of you, warming you up from the inside out.

the two of you take a minute to bask in the post-orgasm haze you both are feeling, your chests heaving as you regain your breath. once your breathing has settled, the comforting sound of the rolling of the waves takes over.

jake kisses you once more before pulling out of you, careful to not be too abrupt with his movements in case he hurts you. he uses a red hand towel to clean you up, and then outstretches his hand to pull you up from where you’re lying.

your joints ache as you push yourself off of the countertop to get dressed, knowing that you’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow. once you’re finished getting dressed you look over your shoulder at jake, who’s leaned up against the wall with a smirk adorning his features; undoubtedly enjoying the view of you pulling your clothes back on.

walking over to jake, you lean against his chest and allow his arms to wrap around you, feeling safe in his embrace. you bask in the comforting silence and feel the way jake’s chest rises and falls as he inhales and exhales. this is all i need, you think. the moon, the ocean, and the hot lifeguard.

#more fics coming soon your girl is BUSY

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