(Jake taking care of his girl on BHM)
a/n: happy BHM beautifuls !
You rolled one of your tensed shoulders as you walk down the hallway in your complex. All you wanted was to come home, kick off those damn heels, and melt into your man’s arms. That’s it. Just him, quiet, and maybe a glass of something strong.
You push open the apartment door—and freeze.
Rose petals. Deep red ones scattered across the floor, trailing in three different directions like some romantic movie.
One path curves toward the kitchen, another snakes down the hallway, and the third leads straight to the dining room.
“The fuck?” you mutter under your breath, half-amused, half-exhausted.
Jake’s voice is warm honey, low and soft from the dining room. He steps into view, sleeves rolled to his elbows, that easy smile already working its magic on you. The table behind him is set—candles flickering, two plates waiting, the faint smell of garlic and tomatoes drifting over.
He crosses the space in three strides, arms open.
You don’t even drop your bag before he pulls you in, hugging you tight against his chest like he’s been waiting all day just to do this. His lips find your forehead first, then your cheek, then your mouth—slow, loving kisses that taste like home and relief.
He kisses you again, deeper, hands sliding up your back to cradle you closer. Then, soft as a secret, he whispers right there against your mouth:
“Happy Black History, love.”
The words land sweet and quiet, and just pure affection, like he’s been holding them all day just for you. Your tired laugh slips out against his lips.
“Babe, so extra,” you tease, but your voice is soft, warm.
“Only for my favorite person,” he says, stealing one more kiss before guiding you toward the table, his hand steady and warm on the small of your back.
He guides you to the table with a hand on the small of your back, pulling out your chair like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Made us something to eat,” he says softly, sliding the plate in front of you. Steam fills the room. The perfect smell of spaghetti, sauce thick and glossy, with picked herbs.
You inhale and your eyes light up. “Aw, spaghetti? It smells so good, baby.”
Jake rubs the back of his neck, a shy grin breaking through. “I’m shocked it actually does. Been following a recipe on TikTok all afternoon.”
You chuckle, already picking up the fork. “You? On TikTok? That’s adorable.”
You twirl a generous bite, sauce clinging just right, and pop it in your mouth. The flavors hit—garlicky, rich, a little spicy in the best way. Your eyes widen.
“Oh shit,” you mumble around the mouthful, “that’s buss.”
Jake bites his lip, watching you like you just handed him the world. “Yeah? You like it?”
“Mhm,” you nod, still chewing, cheeks puffed out. “It’s so good, Jakey. Good job, baby.”
He finally sits and takes his own bite, twirling it the same way you did. The second it hits his tongue, his eyes widen.
“Oh shit,” he says, swallowing fast, “you’re right!”
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth with your hand. “Told you!”
He shakes his head, grinning huge now, already going in for another forkful. “Okay, TikTok didn’t lie. We eating good tonight.”
Plates cleared, wine glasses half-empty, you both lean back in your chairs, easy conversation flowing—work stuff turning into laughs, little inside jokes, his hand occasionally brushing yours across the table.
Jake glances at you, eyes soft in the candlelight. “Hey… I ran a bubble bath for us. Figured you could use it after today.”
You tilt your head, a slow smirk spreading across your face. “Aw, you’re a charmer, aren’t ya?”
He chuckles low, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s been caught. “Only when it’s you, baby.”
You stand, stretching a little, and he’s already up too—taking your hand, fingers lacing through yours as he leads you down the hallway. The trail of rose petals picks up again, guiding you straight to the bathroom door.
Inside, the air’s warm and steamy, thick with lavender and vanilla. Bubbles pile high in the tub, candles flickering along the edges, soft R&B humming from the little speaker on the counter.
You turn to him, still smirking. “You really went all out tonight.”
Jake steps closer, hands settling on your hips, pulling you gently against him. “Told you—I got you.” His lips brush your temple. “Now get in here with me so I can take care of the rest of those knots in your shoulders.”
You laugh softly, already reaching for the hem of your shirt. “So bossy.”
“Damn right,” he murmurs, stealing a quick kiss before helping you undress, slow and careful, like every second is just for the two of you.
You sink into the warm water with a sigh, bubbles parting around you as Jake slides in behind, pulling you back against his chest. His legs bracket yours, arms wrapping loosely around your waist at first, then sliding up to your shoulders.
His thumbs dig in slow and firm, working the knots from your muscles t. The tension melts almost instantly—shoulders dropping, breath deepening.
You hum low, eyes fluttering closed. “God, that feels nice…”
Jake presses a soft kiss behind your ear, voice a warm murmur. “You carry the world on these shoulders, baby. Let me hold some of it tonight, yeah?”
His hands keep moving, gentle circles, then down your arms. “You’re so strong… so beautiful. I’m lucky as hell you come home to me.”
You tilt your head back against his shoulder, smirking lazily. “Keep talking like that and I might never get out of this tub.”
He chuckles against your neck, lips brushing skin. “Good. I like you right here… all soft and relaxed… all mine.”
You turn your face toward him just enough, teasing. “Yours, huh? Prove it.”
His hand cups your jaw, tilting you further. Then his mouth is on yours—slow, lips parting, tongues meeting in a lazy, deep slide. You hum into the kiss, one hand reaching back to thread into his damp hair, pulling him closer as the water laps gently around you both. The kiss stretches, heats, sweet turning hungry in the steam,
His dirty hands start to roam—slow at first, like he’s savoring every inch.
Still pressed back against his chest in the warm, bubbly water, Jake’s fingers drift from your shoulders down your arms, then back up, tracing the curve of your sides. Soap-slick palms glide over your ribs, teasing the undersides of your breasts before cupping them fully, thumbs brushing slow circles around your nipples until they tighten under his touch.
You arch just a little, a soft gasp slipping out. “Jake…”
He hums low against your ear, lips grazing the shell. “Can’t help it, baby. You feel too good… all relaxed and wet like this.” One hand slides lower, skimming your stomach, dipping between your thighs. His fingers part you gently, finding you already slick—not just from the bath—and he groans quietly when he feels how ready you are.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice rougher now. “This all for me?”
You bite your lip, hips shifting instinctively into his touch. “Mhm… keep going, jakey.”
He chuckles darkly, then presses two fingers inside you—slow, deep, curling just right while his thumb finds your clit in lazy, teasing strokes. The water sloshes softly with every roll of your hips, bubbles popping around you as he works you open, patient but relentless.
His other hand stays at your breast, pinching lightly, rolling the peak between his fingers until you’re whimpering, head falling back against his shoulder.
“Love hearing you like this,” he whispers, nipping your earlobe. “
Jake’s fingers slow inside you, drawing out the last shivers of your high before he kisses your shoulder. His voice is husky, wrecked. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”
You nod, still catching your breath, and he helps you up—towels wrapped loosely, water dripping as he leads you to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, you step out of the bathroom in the lacy red set you’d saved for a night like this: the bra and panties hugging your curves, the deep crimson popping against your warm brown skin like it was made for you.
Jake’s already at the edge of the bed, towel low on his hips, eyes darkening the second he sees you.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice rough. “Red looks good on you, baby.”
You tilt your head, smirking slow as you saunter over. “Think so?”
He doesn’t answer with words—just reaches for you. You straddle his lap, thighs bracketing his hips, and crash your mouth to his again. The kiss is messy, hungry, tongues sliding as his hands go straight to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to make you moan into his mouth.
He groans back, low and needy, guiding your hips in a slow grind against the hard length of him still trapped under the towel. His grip tightens, rocking you forward, then back, setting a lazy rhythm that has heat pooling low in your belly all over again.
His lips stay on yours, eyes cracking open just enough to watch your face—every flutter of your lashes, every soft gasp—as he drinks in how wrecked you look riding his lap like this.
Every grind pulls a fresh moan from your throat, right against his lips.
“Ah shit, baby… you’re so hard,” you breathe out, voice wrecked and needy, hips rolling in a filthy circle that makes him twitch beneath you.
Jake groans low, eyes half-lidded and dark as he watches your face.
“All for you,” he rasps, hands squeezing your ass harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh to guide you down firmer against him. “Been dying to feel you like this since you walked in the door.”
You moan louder into his mouth, the sound vibrating between your tongues as you kiss him deeper—messy, hungry, all teeth and tongue. “Feels so good… so fucking big…”
He nips your bottom lip, hips bucking up to meet your next grind. “Keep saying shit like that and these panties are coming off in about five seconds.”
You pull back just enough to smirk, breathless. “Then do it, baby… show me how hard you really are for me.”
You slide off his lap, knees hitting the soft rug as you sink between his thighs. Jake’s eyes are dark, hungry, watching every move. He yanks the towel away in one rough tug, freeing his cock—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. His hand wraps around the base, stroking slow and firm once, twice, a low moan rumbling out.
“Yn…” he groans your name like it hurts, hips twitching. “Mmph. Need you, baby. Fuck, need your mouth.”
You lean in, lips parting, and take him in—slow at first, tongue swirling around the head, tasting salt and heat. Then deeper, hollowing your cheeks, sucking him down until he hits the back of your throat.
Jake throws his head back hard against the headboard. “Shit… yeah. Just like that, baby.” His hand threads into your hair—not pushing, just holding on like you’re his lifeline. Moans spill out louder, rough and wrecked. “So fucking good…”
You hum around him, the vibration making him buck, curse under his breath. Then he tugs gently, voice strained. “C’mere… wanna taste you too.”
You pull off with a wet pop, smirking up at him. He helps you climb back onto the bed, flipping you so you’re straddling his face backward—your lace-covered pussy hovering over his mouth while you lean down to take him again.
He yanks the panties aside, tongue diving in without hesitation—lapping at your clit, sucking slow and filthy while his hands grip your thighs, holding you right where he wants you.
You’re both lost in it now—your thighs trembling around his head, his face buried deep between your legs while you take him back into your mouth.
Jake’s tongue is relentless—slurping, licking long flat stripes up your folds, then flicking fast over your clit before sucking it between his lips. The wet, filthy sounds fill the room, mixing with your curses and moans.
“Fuck—yes, right there,” you gasp, voice breaking as you hunch forward, arching your back hard. Your hips rock instinctively, grinding your pussy against his mouth, chasing more. “Lick me… shit, Jake, don’t stop—fuck!”
He groans into you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. His veiny hands massage your ass—kneading the soft flesh, spreading you wider so he can get deeper. Tongue plunging inside, then back to your clit, slurping like he’s starving for every drop. You’re shaking now, thighs quivering, ass pushing back against his face as another wave hits.
Your eyes roll back, lip caught hard between your teeth to muffle the loudest moan yet. “Oh my god—yes, baby, eat it… just like that…”
You lean down again, taking his cock deep—hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke. He bucks into your mouth with a muffled curse against your pussy, hands gripping your ass tighter, fingers digging in as he devours you harder.
Jake’s hips start bucking up into your mouth—hard, chasing the wet heat of your throat as you suck him sloppy and deep. The rhythm’s filthy, desperate; every thrust makes you moan around his cock, the sound vibrating straight through him.
“Fuck—baby—” he gasps, voice cracking. His tongue falters against your pussy, hands gripping your ass one last hard squeeze before he has to pull away, face slick and flushed. He turns his head to the side, chest heaving like he just ran miles, curses spilling out low and wrecked. “Shit… feels so fucking good, baby. Too good. Gonna make me lose it.”
You pull off him with a wet pop, lips swollen, smirking down at his flushed face between your thighs. “Yeah?” you tease, voice husky, grinding your hips once more against nothing just to watch him twitch. “You tapping out already, charmer?”
He laughs breathless, rough, one hand sliding up your thigh while the other strokes himself slow to keep the edge. “Not tapping out… just need a second before I flip you over and fuck you proper.” His eyes lock on yours, dark and hungry. “C’mere… kiss me while I catch my breath.”
You spin around, straddling his chest now, leaning down to meet his mouth—tasting yourself on his tongue as he groans into the kiss, hands roaming your back, still trembling from how close you got him.
He pulls back just enough to whisper against your mouth, voice low and wrecked:
You nod, eyes half-lidded, a soft hum vibrating in your throat. “Mhm… so good.”
He groans quietly, one hand sliding up your back to cradle the nape of your neck, keeping you close. His thumb traces your bottom lip as he murmurs, rough:
“Tasted so fucking good, my hot girl… could eat you all night.”
You shiver at the words, smirking through the haze. “Yeah? You liked how I rode your face?”
“Liked?” He laughs rough, hands sliding down to grip your ass hard, spreading you just enough to make you gasp. “Baby, I’m addicted. The way you clenched on my tongue… the way you cursed my name while grinding that pretty pussy all over my mouth? Fuck. Nearly came just from tasting you come undone.”
“Gonna fuck you so deep you feel me for days, baby. Gonna stretch this tight little pussy around me until you’re screaming my name… begging me to fill you up.”
His fingers dipping back into your slick heat, teasing your entrance. “You ready for that? Ready for me to ruin you slow and nasty?”
You arch up into his touch, moaning against his lips.
“Yes—fuck yes. Ruin me, Jake. Make me yours.”
He growls low, already lining himself up, the thick head nudging your entrance. “That’s my girl. Open wide for me… gonna give you every inch.”
You sit up, straddling him fully now in cowgirl, sinking down slow and deep until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch makes you both gasp—your walls clenching tight around his thick length.
Jake props one hand behind his head, the other already gripping your hip, eyes locked on where you’re joined. “Go crazy for me, hot girl,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “Ride this dick like you own it.”
You roll your hips deep, grinding in slow, filthy circles first, then picking up rhythm—up and down, forward and back—taking him harder with every bounce. Your moans spill out loud, unrestrained, mixing with his low groans.
“Fuck… so tight,” he growls, head tipping back for a second before his eyes snap back to you. “This pussy’s gripping me so much, baby. So wet, so fucking perfect.”
His free hand finds your plump hips, fingers digging in hard to help guide you, slamming you down onto him with every thrust. “That’s it—bounce on it. Take every inch. Look at you, creaming all over me already.”
You arch your back, riding faster, breasts bouncing with the rhythm. He rears up just enough to slap your ass—hard, the crack echoing—making the flesh jiggle and sting in the best way.
You moan sharp, biting your lip hard, eyes fluttering. “Fuck—yes!”
He does it again, harder, voice dropping to a filthy whisper. “Love how that ass shakes for me. Keep riding, baby. Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
You grind down deeper, circling your hips, chasing that spot that has you both cursing and trembling—lost in the wet, slapping rhythm of skin on skin.
“Fuck, Jake—it feels so good,” you moan, voice breaking on every thrust. “So deep… stretching me just right. You’re hitting it—right there, baby—don’t stop.”
He groans low, eyes glued to where you’re swallowing him whole, hands clamped on your hips to slam you down harder. “Yeah? Tell me, hot girl… how’s this dick feel inside you?”
“So fucking big,” you gasp, rolling your hips in a slow grind that makes you both shudder. “Filling me up… making me so wet. Love how you throb—shit, I’m gonna come again.”
He slaps your ass once more—sharp, stinging—and you cry out, biting your lip hard, eyes rolling back. “That’s it… ride me like that. Show me how good I make you feel.”
You lean forward, moaning right against his ear, pace picking up. “Feels too good… you’re ruining me—fuck, yes, just like that. Don’t stop—gonna come so hard for you.”
Jake pulls out slow, making you whimper and shake from the sudden emptiness. He stands, flips you onto all fours in one smooth motion—hands on your hips, yanking you back until your ass is high and presented.
He snaps back in hard, bottoming out with a wet slap that makes the bedframe rock and creak. You cry out high and sharp, tits swinging heavy with every brutal thrust.
“Fuck—yes, Jake!” you moan, voice pitching up as he pounds deep.
He gathers your braids in one veiny hand, gripping just tight enough to arch your back perfectly—control without pain. His other hand cracks across your ass, hard, the sting blooming hot.
“Take this dick, baby,” he growls low and serious. “This tight pussy was made for me—look how you grip me. Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re dripping down your thighs.”
Another sharp slap, then another—your ass jiggling, skin blooming red. You push back into him, moaning filthy.
“Yes—fuck me harder, Daddy. Slap it again—make this ass bounce on you. I love how deep you hit—shit, right there!”
He tugs your braids lightly, pace ruthless, bed slamming against the wall. “That’s my good girl. let me hear how bad you need it.”
You’re both cursing, moaning loud—the headboard banging in rhythm as he drives you right to the edge.
Jake’s grip tightens on your braids, pulling just enough to arch your back deeper as he snaps his hips forward—hard, relentless, the bed rocking violently against the wall with every brutal thrust.
“Fuck, look at this ass taking every inch,” he growls low, voice thick with lust. “This greedy little pussy swallowing me whole—shit, you’re dripping down my balls, baby. You love getting fucked like a slut, don’t you?”
You moan high and broken, pushing back to meet him, tits bouncing wildly. “Yes—fuck yes, Daddy! Pound me harder—ruin this pussy!”
He slaps your ass again—sharp, stinging, the crack echoing—then grabs a handful, spreading you wider so he can watch himself disappear inside you.
“That’s right. This is my fucking hole now. Gonna stretch you so wide you feel me for days—gonna make you squirt all over this dick while you scream my name.”
he just pulls you up sharp, one arm banding around your waist until your back slams flush against his sweaty chest. His other hand slides up to cup one of your plump tits, kneading firmly while his mouth finds the crook of your neck.
Hot breath fans over your skin as he presses open-mouthed kisses there, tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive spot behind your ear.
“Fuck, baby… feel how deep I am?” he whispers, voice low and filthy-sweet, hips snapping up hard enough to make you jolt. “This tight little pussy’s gripping me so good—milking me like you never want me to stop.”
You moan loud, head falling back against his shoulder, tits bouncing in his palm as he pinches your nipple, rolling it slow.
“Love these pretty tits in my hands,” he murmurs, licking another wet stripe up your neck. “Love how you shake for me… my perfect, nasty girl. Gonna fill you up so full you’ll be leaking me all night, yeah?—gonna make you come again just like this, pressed right up against me.”
His teeth graze your earlobe, then suck lightly. “You feel that? Every thick inch owning you. Say it—tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
You gasp, walls fluttering hard around him. “Yours—fuck, all yours, Jake!”
He groans against your skin, thrusting deeper, faster, holding you.
Jake moans hot and ragged right in your ear, “So fucking hot, baby,” as he grips your ass and pushes it up higher. With a quick shift, he flips your leg over so you’re flat on your back beneath him, legs spread wide.
He hovers there, chest heaving, eyes dark and wild. “Shit—gonna make me fucking cum, baby,” he groans, voice strained, before sliding right back into your soaked pussy in one deep, smooth thrust.
You lock eyes, biting your lip hard as he starts pounding—tits bouncing with every snap of his hips. His rhythm softens just a little, but he’s still so deep, hitting your cervix with every stroke, making your whole body jolt.
You roll your eyes back, a broken moan spilling out. He smirks down at you, proud, hissing low, “So fucking sexy when you take it like this.”
Your head throws back into the pillow, voice wrecked. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby—dick feels too good in me, fuck!”
“Yeah?” he rasps, thrusting slower, deeper. “Wanna cum together?”
You bite your lip, nodding frantically. He leans down, crashing his mouth to yours—tongue swirling hungry, sucking yours like he’s starving for it. One hand squeezes your tit hard, thumb flicking the nipple while the other braces beside your head.
You’re a moaning mess beneath him—whimpering into his kiss, walls fluttering tight around his cock as the pleasure coils unbearable. He feels too good, too perfect, filling you completely until you’re both trembling right on the edge, chasing that shared release with every desperate roll of his hips.
You both tip over the edge together—Jake’s hips stuttering deep as he buries himself one last time, hot moans spilling right into your ear, rough and wrecked.
“Fuck—baby—” His release floods you, pulsing thick and warm, triggering your own climax hard. Your walls clamp down, body shaking violently beneath him, high moans mixing with his until you’re both trembling, breathless.
He crashes his mouth to yours in a sweet, desperate kiss—pouring every ounce of love into it, tongue slow and tender, moaning softly against your lips like he can’t get close enough.
When he finally pulls back, you both let out soft, breathless chuckles. Jake’s eyes crinkle, that charming smile breaking through as he reaches up to gently smooth your baby edges, now frizzy and flown up from the sweat and friction.
“You okay?” he asks softly, voice still husky.
You nod, catching your breath. “Yeah—fuck.”
He tucks a stray braid behind your ear, playing with the end gently. “Wasn’t too rough, was I?”
You shake your head, smiling lazy. “Nah. You were perfect.”
Jake leans in close, whispering against your lips, “I love you.”
You brush your nose against his. “I love you more. Thank you, baby… for this. I needed this so bad.”
“Yeah?” His smile turns soft, eyes warm. “Wanted it to be special for my special girl.”
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