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v.7rr
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بحرقه^^^
2026-05-12 21:48:18
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dina000_2
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لا درجه اني بكيت علا الفيدو !!
2026-05-14 00:36:31
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🌸نسعى الى رضا الرحمن 🌸 :
بتحصل وبفتكر كل حاجه زعلتني حرفيا 🥺😔💔
2026-05-15 20:54:02
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𝒥𝓊𝒹𝓎🌷 :
ما اكدر اسوي ريبوست ما احب اشوف حزني 😟
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ادعولي الله يوفقني ويرزقني :
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اِبْـنَةُ عَادِل | ١٤٣١هـ🤍. :
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صميمُ الصَّمْتِ...🖤 :
لا اله الا انت سبحانك اني كنت من الظالمين 🥺
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POV: The kitchen smelled like sesame oil and something warm—something that felt like home. Y/n stood by the counter, sleeves slightly rolled up, carefully spreading the rice over the seaweed sheet. Her movements were practiced, gentle but precise, like she had done this a hundred times before. Maybe she had. Behind her, Jake leaned lazily against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her like she was the most interesting thing in the world. “Are you just going to stand there?” she asked without looking at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I am appreciating art,” he replied smoothly. She snorted. “It’s gimbap, not a masterpiece.” “To me, it’s both.” That made her glance back at him, eyebrow raised. “You’re being suspiciously sweet today.” Jake pushed himself off the doorway and walked closer, slow, unhurried steps. “Maybe I just realized I’ve been underappreciating my girlfriend.” Y/n rolled her eyes, but her cheeks warmed slightly. “Wow. Who are you and what did you do to Jake?” “I’m serious,” he murmured, now standing beside her. “Look at you.” She tried to ignore the way his voice softened, how it dipped just enough to make her heart skip. “I’m cooking,” she said simply, turning her attention back to the rice. “You’re glowing,” he corrected. “Jake—” “And you smell nice.” She paused, then sighed. “If you’re trying to distract me, it’s working.” “Good.” Before she could react, his arms slid gently around her waist from behind, pulling her closer to him. It wasn’t sudden or rough—it was slow, careful, like he was giving her time to pull away. She didn’t. Instead, she let out a quiet breath, her hands stilling on the rice. “Jake…” she whispered, though there was no real protest in her voice. “Hm?” His chin rested lightly on her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re clingy.” “You love it.” She huffed softly. “I’m trying to cook.” “And I’m trying to help.” “This isn’t helping.” “It is. Moral support.” His grip tightened just a little, not enough to trap her—just enough to remind her he was there. His presence wrapped around her like warmth, like something safe. Y/n tried to focus again, picking up the vegetables, arranging them neatly. Jake watched her hands move. “You’re really good at this.” “I told you, I used to cook a lot.” “For yourself?” She nodded. “Yeah. It was quieter that way.” Jake didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his arms softened around her, his hold turning gentler. “Well,” he said quietly, “you don’t have to do that anymore.” Her hands slowed. “You’ve got me now,” he added, voice softer than she’d ever heard it. Y/n swallowed, her chest tightening just a little—not in a bad way. Just… full. “You’re still not helping,” she muttered, but her voice had softened too. “I can help more,” he said. “Oh yeah?” she teased lightly. “How?” “Like this.” He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. Y/n froze. “Jake—” Another kiss. This time, closer to her neck. “You’re really testing my patience.” “Am I?” he murmured, clearly not sorry at all. Her grip on the rice paddle tightened slightly. “Yes.” “Okay,” he said. “I’ll stop.” He didn’t. Instead, his lips brushed just below her ear, slow and gentle, like he was savoring the moment more than teasing her. Y/n let out a shaky breath. “You’re the worst.” “And yet,” he whispered, smiling against her skin, “you’re not pushing me away.” She turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at him. “Because I’m busy.” “Liar.” For a moment, they just stayed like that—her in front of the counter, him wrapped around her, the world outside fading into something distant and unimportant. Then she sighed, giving in just a little, leaning back into him. “Fine,” she mumbled. “Just… stay still.” Jake chuckled softly. “I thought I was distracting you.” “You are,” she admitted. “But… I don’t mind.” That was enough to make him pause. His hold tightened just slightly again—not possessive, not overwhelming—just enough to say I’m here. COMSEC+ #jake #enhypen #fyp #fypシ゚
POV: The kitchen smelled like sesame oil and something warm—something that felt like home. Y/n stood by the counter, sleeves slightly rolled up, carefully spreading the rice over the seaweed sheet. Her movements were practiced, gentle but precise, like she had done this a hundred times before. Maybe she had. Behind her, Jake leaned lazily against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her like she was the most interesting thing in the world. “Are you just going to stand there?” she asked without looking at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I am appreciating art,” he replied smoothly. She snorted. “It’s gimbap, not a masterpiece.” “To me, it’s both.” That made her glance back at him, eyebrow raised. “You’re being suspiciously sweet today.” Jake pushed himself off the doorway and walked closer, slow, unhurried steps. “Maybe I just realized I’ve been underappreciating my girlfriend.” Y/n rolled her eyes, but her cheeks warmed slightly. “Wow. Who are you and what did you do to Jake?” “I’m serious,” he murmured, now standing beside her. “Look at you.” She tried to ignore the way his voice softened, how it dipped just enough to make her heart skip. “I’m cooking,” she said simply, turning her attention back to the rice. “You’re glowing,” he corrected. “Jake—” “And you smell nice.” She paused, then sighed. “If you’re trying to distract me, it’s working.” “Good.” Before she could react, his arms slid gently around her waist from behind, pulling her closer to him. It wasn’t sudden or rough—it was slow, careful, like he was giving her time to pull away. She didn’t. Instead, she let out a quiet breath, her hands stilling on the rice. “Jake…” she whispered, though there was no real protest in her voice. “Hm?” His chin rested lightly on her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re clingy.” “You love it.” She huffed softly. “I’m trying to cook.” “And I’m trying to help.” “This isn’t helping.” “It is. Moral support.” His grip tightened just a little, not enough to trap her—just enough to remind her he was there. His presence wrapped around her like warmth, like something safe. Y/n tried to focus again, picking up the vegetables, arranging them neatly. Jake watched her hands move. “You’re really good at this.” “I told you, I used to cook a lot.” “For yourself?” She nodded. “Yeah. It was quieter that way.” Jake didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his arms softened around her, his hold turning gentler. “Well,” he said quietly, “you don’t have to do that anymore.” Her hands slowed. “You’ve got me now,” he added, voice softer than she’d ever heard it. Y/n swallowed, her chest tightening just a little—not in a bad way. Just… full. “You’re still not helping,” she muttered, but her voice had softened too. “I can help more,” he said. “Oh yeah?” she teased lightly. “How?” “Like this.” He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. Y/n froze. “Jake—” Another kiss. This time, closer to her neck. “You’re really testing my patience.” “Am I?” he murmured, clearly not sorry at all. Her grip on the rice paddle tightened slightly. “Yes.” “Okay,” he said. “I’ll stop.” He didn’t. Instead, his lips brushed just below her ear, slow and gentle, like he was savoring the moment more than teasing her. Y/n let out a shaky breath. “You’re the worst.” “And yet,” he whispered, smiling against her skin, “you’re not pushing me away.” She turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at him. “Because I’m busy.” “Liar.” For a moment, they just stayed like that—her in front of the counter, him wrapped around her, the world outside fading into something distant and unimportant. Then she sighed, giving in just a little, leaning back into him. “Fine,” she mumbled. “Just… stay still.” Jake chuckled softly. “I thought I was distracting you.” “You are,” she admitted. “But… I don’t mind.” That was enough to make him pause. His hold tightened just slightly again—not possessive, not overwhelming—just enough to say I’m here. COMSEC+ #jake #enhypen #fyp #fypシ゚


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