I noticed there is a serious lack of Jate smut around here lately. So I decided to fix that. I plan on making this an ongoing random type of fic where I can post whatever I want. So I am of course taking requests for your Jatey moments.

This one is pretty smutty. You have been warned. This is the first anything that I have posted on here so I would like some reviews if you are nice enough to oblige. Remember, also taking smutty Jate requests! :)

Love Hate Relationship

She wanted to hate him, but no matter how hard she tried he was always there in the back of her mind. He really hadn't done anything to deserve her attitude towards him, but she was supposed to be with Sawyer. She was supposed to love him, but she didn't.

She was pretty certain she loved Jack.

He'd been avoiding her lately, only sending her quick glances and then casting his eyes downward, like he'd rather look at anything but her. Kate couldn't blame him entirely. He had seen her with Sawyer.

Frequently she tried to put herself in his position, but any time she imagined him with another woman- Juliet, anyone, it got her blood boiling and made her feel a little sick. If anything it made her understand him better, and hate herself more.

The sky turned dark slowly, but Kate hardly noticed. She sat on the beach, quite a distance from the camp, waiting for another endless day to pass on the island. Eventually she looked over and saw that the camp was empty- most people had gone into their tents for the night. Either way, Kate thought, she would be awake for several more hours. Why stare at the black ceiling of her shelter when she could stare at the stars instead? The stars often gave her comfort- they were the same ones everyone else looked at, she told herself. Normal people who weren't stranded on islands.

The sand shifted beside her and before she looked she sensed it was Jack.

"I, uh, was going to put the fire out, but then I saw you sitting over here."

She looked up at him. "Go ahead. I know my way around this beach." She tried to smile, but the thought of him not returning it held her back.

"Okay," he said, and she heard his feet shuffling in the sand as he began the walk back to the fire.

It killed her that their relationship had turned to this and that she'd done nothing to try to fix it yet. She ran after him.

"Jack, wait."

He turned unwillingly, not expecting much from the woman who broke his heart.

"Just for a second. Please."

He wouldn't meet her gaze, instead choosing to look down at the sand. "Listen, Kate, I don't really want to talk. Okay?"

"I know. But I wanted to say I'm sorry. For everything."

"I think we're a little past that, Kate. What the hell do you expect me to say? I saw the the two of you fucking, for God's sake."

Kate stood in shock. In all the time she'd known Jack she'd never heard him be so blunt, so unthoughtful. Her eyes wide, she continued. "I know you did."

"And I'm guessing that wasn't the only time, huh?"

"Jack," she said, still surprised at his outburst.

He crossed his arms in front of him. "So I'm right?"

"I-"

"Yeah, I get it. I got it a long time ago," he said, turning again and shaking his head in disbelief.

That he was so angry with her made her even angrier. "What, and you've never made a mistake in your whole entire life? Are you that perfect?"

"Sure I've made mistakes. But have I fucked the same woman over and over again when I know it's not what I want? No, I haven't. None of this is my fault," he said, his voice raised to a loud, angry whisper, pointing at her, and she could swear his eyes turned darker.

"Yeah, I did it to make you angry, Jack. I wanted you to hate me," she spit out, the sarcasm in her voice clear.

"I don't- I don't hate you, even if it seems like I do."

She took a step closer to him and sensed his hesitance. "I don't want to be with him, Jack. I've already told him that."

Sawyer didn't take it well, and she couldn't blame him. She strung him along and allowed him to believe something serious might develop from their relationship.

"Well then, I guess that leaves you alone then," he snarled.

His words stung, and pissed her off.

"Fuck you, Jack," she yelled. She didn't care if the who heard her.

There was a flash of vulnerability in his eyes and she took advantage of it, grabbing his face on either side and giving him no choice but to accept her kiss. It was rough, nothing like the one kiss they'd shared before, though neither was under the perfect circumstances. He was motionless for a moment, and Kate panicked. She had no plan.

Then his lips moved, claiming hers as he shoved her hands away from his face and grabbed her hips, pulling her against him and grinding into her.

"Fuck you too, Kate," he said rawly as he moved his mouth from hers and down to her neck, where he bit and sucked perhaps too roughly, but she didn't care.

This Jack was one she never could have imagined. He wasn't the sensitive, caring man she had come to love. He was exactly the opposite. He wanted to use her.

Then he was pulling her hands to his belt buckle. "Do it, then. Fuck me like you fucked him. It's what you do, right?" he growled at her.

For the first time in a long while, they made lasting eye contact, their stares hard and breathing harder. At first she was tempted to smack him across the face for insulting and demeaning her, but deep down she knew the old Jack was still in there.

She kissed him again, long and hard, shoving her tongue into his mouth and daring him to reciprocate. He did, when he felt her unbuckle his belt and then his pants, her hand immediately reaching inside and feeling for his cock, happy to find semi-erect.

Jack made no protest when she pulled his dark boxer briefs down and took his cock in her hand, running her palm up and down the hardening length then wrapping her mouth around the head. She'd dreamed of this for so long, maybe not this way, but nonetheless she enjoyed it.

He grunted when her warm mouth made contact with the sensitive head and pulled on her hair, forcing her to take more into her mouth. She went willingly, soaking his cock with her wet tongue and sucking, almost gagging when his hips made an involuntary thrust past her lips. One hand wrapped around the thick base, meeting her mouth half way, her free hand finding its way to his balls, rubbing them and appreciating the tug he gave on her hair, pulling her forward until she took as much of his length into her mouth as she could, holding her head steady and rocking in small motions.

Suddenly he pulled he mouth away and pulled her shirt up, tossing it onto the sand quickly followed by her pants. She got a good look at his cock, now fully aroused and felt the first rush of wetness below. She couldn't wait to have him inside her. Long and thick, ready to fill her up and take her over the edge.

With their clothes he made a bed in the rough sand so their skin wouldn't scratch. Kate wasn't sure how this was all happening, and had some doubts about the repercussions. What would he think of her afterwards? But the feel of his weight on top of hers and sucking a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

He pulled her underwear off with no thought, and she arched her back when his hand made contact with her crease, rubbing her clit in fast circles with his thumb and sweeping two fingers upwards, gathering the wetness then pushing them up inside her quickly, making her moan.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked her, not sure why he was still talking to her that way. He laid her flat on her back and spread her legs apart, removing his fingers from her and running the head of his length up and down her wet pussy, pushing the tip in only slightly. "You're ready for my cock?"

She nodded meagerly, his dirty talk turning her on and making her feel like she could let loose. "Yes Jack, please."

She put her hands on his hips and tried to pull him towards her entrance, disappointed when he removed them. "Then say it. Say it so I'll remember how much you begged me."

He held his cock at the base and continued to tease her with the tip, spreading her wetness around and moving his hand up and down the length to spread it onto himself. Kate squirmed beneath him. She'd say anything right now, anything to get him to shove his cock into her and pound away their frustrations.

"God yes, Jack. I want you to fuck me."

He raised his eyebrows. "You think your pussy can handle this?" he asked, grabbing her hand and sliding it up and down his penis.

"Yes! Just fuck me Jack, come on I want to feel your dick in me."

He pulled her hips towards his reaching cock and pushed into her with one solid thrust, burying himself in her pussy as far as he could go, feeling her tight and so wet around him. Kate moaned and almost told him to stop. He was stretching her and even though she was wet it still hurt a little. He seemed to notice and put his hand between them, rubbing her clit a few times while letting her adjust, taking a couple of shallow, jerky thrusts up into her.

She knew he was balls-deep inside of her, and wrapped her legs around him, and having adjusted to him encouraged him to thrust. He slid out and back in with long, forceful strokes, pushing her body backwards to absorb his thrusts.

Jack knew she was enjoying it and looked at her arched back and then down to their connection, seeing his dick disappear inside her tight pussy and then pull back only to return to the warm wetness.

"Ahhh, fuck," he grunted. It had been a long time for him and he found his control being seriously challenged. She opened her legs wider for him and squeezed him internally, feeling him shift deeper in her.

"Come on Jack. Fuck me harder, you know you want to," she let out breathlessly, his thrusts knocking her breath out. She grasped at his hips and he let her this time, too concentrated on the feeling of her wrapped around him.

"I know you want to punish me," she cried out. "So do it with your cock."

He pounded into her, grabbing her hips and holding her still. "God Kate, too fucking good," he managed.

"You like my pussy?" She squeezed him again and watched him tip his head back and let out a long breath.

"Ahhh, yes," he admitted. "You're so tight, damnit."

Kate felt the warmth grow in her belly, and the tingling that had been there the whole time suddenly escalated. "Just a little more Jack," she begged.

"Am I gonna make you come? You must really love my dick. Am I fucking your pussy hard enough?" He thrust wildly into her, moving his hand shakily to her clit again and rubbing as best as he could. He was starting to shake, struggling not to come.

"Fuck yes. I do. I love it," Kate moaned, panting as her pussy clamped around Jack's thick cock, pulsing and causing her entire body to tremor.

The tightness got to Jack and he pounded into her a few more times before he exploded, his hips rocking into hers, out of breath and completely satisfied.

She felt his release shoot warmly into her and let him drop his tired body onto hers, feeling their sweat mingle.

He looked at her, this time with softer eyes. They weren't sure what had just happened.

"I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I didn't mean to act that way. I just-"

"It's okay. Now I know what I was missing." She smiled at him and was thrilled that this time he returned it, even bringing his lips down to hers and kissing her, this time softly and thoroughly, his tongue swirling with hers and turning her further into mush.

She pulled away and laughed. "I didn't know you had such a mouth on you Dr. Shephard."

He kissed her neck and made his way down her body, determined to take his time this time and love her properly.

"I could say the same for you."