“Do you really crave a life that's not beholden to me?”⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ NATE JACOBS X READER
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❝you’re nate jacobs’ new obsession, and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.❞
WARNINGS❯❯ this fan fiction includes mature themes and is for viewers 18+. includes: manipulation, domestic viole*ce, stalking, strong language, narcissism, obsessive thoughts, emotional ab*se, alcohol, dr*gs, internalized homoph*bia, mis*gyny, g*ns, parental n*glect, mentions of SA, viole*ce, and strong s*xual themes
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NAVIGATION:
⋆°. chapter one
⋆°. chapter two
⋆°. chapter three
⋆°. chapter four
⋆°. chapter five
⋆°. chapter six
⋆°. chapter seven
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please do not copy or repost my fiction under any circumstances without explicit permission from me. -@deliriousgrl-writes
I do not condone the casting of this adaptation of Wuthering Heights. But Jacob Elordi is Jacob Elordi, and ovulation is ovulation.
tw: sex
do i need to say size kink just because it's Jacob Elordi?
enjoy
Like clockwork. The shutting of the door, no matter how softly they tried, made a clanking noise that awoke it inside of me. Like clockwork, at 8pm once a week, the two servants would have their conjugal visits. And equally like clockwork, I sat on the floor above, excited to witness it.
The soft patting of the horsing equipment ensued as the lady carefully weaved in and out of our horse brindles, lightly giggling, taking on the role of the mouse in the dramatic chase that was to pursue. Joseph happily obliged, and slithered through the leather straps following her, like a predator hunting his prey, only to catch her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her towards him. Her laughter was louder than they usually allow, prompting him to quickly kiss her mute.
I already knew what was to happen next. He used his measly arms to somehow manage to pull her up on the counter. The sound of her plump rear hitting the wooden counter worked like a switch to my body. I felt almost Pavloved, feeling an immediate rush of excitement at the filthy act I knew I would witness. I pressed my body as hard to the ground as I could, and pressed by forehead against the light cracks between the floor boards, watching attentively as her hair was pulled back to grant him access to her neck. I felt such vivid tingles on my chest and neck, it was as though I could feel someone's breath against my own body.
Once their mouths touched, they had their hands on one another like they were clawing at who could get closer to the other. I felt tingles watching her spread her legs open and him push his clothed body against hers. Even the slightest contact gave me shivers.
Suddenly, I am broken out of my dirty trance. A large body is pressed against mine. My mouth is swiftly covered. The hand is so large, my gasp is rendered silent. My initial panic is settled once the scent of familiarity hits my nostrils. Heathcliffe uses his hand over my mouth to pull my face to the side and look at me. Maintaining sturdy eye contact, he presses his entire body against mine, fitting perfectly against me like a puzzle piece made of my hips and rear pressing against his crotch. Our legs remain intertwined, with my feet pressing against his knees.
"Snooping, are we?", he whispers against me so quietly, that against the continuous gasping heard from beneath us, I could barely make out the words. I pretend not to, and don't respond, which is met with an airy laugh against my face. His hand remains over my mouth but he gently lets go of my face, so I slowly let my head back down, partially in shame, partially to check whether our presence is known to the people below us. But two people so in love wouldn't notice an earthquake. Joseph begins to pound at his lover, holding the side of the counter to avoid it from hitting the wall with each powerful thrust. Only a few seconds of watching them makes me feel a certain guilt that usually an hour doesn't. The difference is Heathcliffe's presence, which I can feel over every inch of my body, as well as his increasingly fast breaths that tingle my neck.
The feeling of his body heat increases my arousal tenfold, making my cheeks full flushed and my head spin a little. I don't move an inch, as though not moving now would save me from being caught in the act of sneaking around. Too little too late, I fear.
Heathcliffe's lips press near by temple, making me instinctively flinch away from him, only for his strong hand to pull me back to gaze I previously held. I continue looking down, not being able to control the speeding beating of my heart or the warmth building in my thighs every time he uses his strength against me.
"You just can't look away, can you?"
His tone sounds partially mocking, but equally genuinely intrigued. It isn't until he mentions it that I realise how long we've been watching them together. Heathcliffe lets out another quiet laugh, this time much more mocking, and slides his body forward to put his head by my side. When his shoulder move past mine and his hips graze against my ass, the sharp feeling of his hardness rubs against the middle of my cheeks, and I let out an involuntary whimper. Though his hand muffles it to the people below us, who have now increased their moaning to a decibel close to yelling, Heathcliffe clearly either hears or feels it fine. His face presses against my temple, and his nose tickles my eyelid.
"Shhh"
The almost inaudible soothing sound pushes warm air against my cheek. I can barely hear it over the sound of him rustling his overpowering hips around, I can only assume to purposely bother me. It works, and the heat radiating from me doesn't penetrate the floorboards, instead hitting back to me, trapping me in an inescapable heat. Any attempts to wriggle and release the increasing tension from my predicament is nullified by Heathcliffe's heavy body pressing me further into the floorboards.
The movement of his hips continues, and he pulls my face up closer to his. He props himself up on his elbow and gently begins to pull up my skirt. The sudden movement renders me frozen for a moment, and the continuous sound of slapping skin and breathy noises from downstairs only adds to the difficulty of processing this situation. I put my hand over his, but don't succeed at pulling it off my face. I pull at one of his fingers to no avail, an effort that he rewards by entertaining me, and letting go of my face with one of his fingers. It does nothing to weaken the tight grip he has at me, physically, and emotionally.
His hand tugs at my skirt so lightly that the fabric travels up at a torturously slow pace, tickling my thighs, and letting the caresses linger between them. Heathcliffe grinds his body against mine, attempting to speed up the process of lifting my skirt, aiding only in my shortness of breath and lightheadedness. The hem of my skirt finally brushes past the peach fuzz on my lower back, and bunches in a way that drives some distance between Heathcliffe and I.
He does not allow this, immediately lifting his body slightly to lay the skirt flat over my back, before pressing his body back against mine. This time I can feel it. His bare skin touches my ass. I can feel a patch of hair on my ass and his long shaft pressed against my thighs, before his hand resumes a tighter grip over my face and brings it closer to his.
"Be quiet now"
The rhythmic movement and lewd cries that fill the stable from downstairs make it hard to concentrate. My head feels light and almost drunk from such arousal, not only titillating my mind as it does every time I'm up here, but now being on the receiving end of these manly yet gentle movements. Heathcliffe's arms trap me on either side of my shoulders, and he guides to push into me with nothing but his hips. Though my body was lax with tingling helplessness until now, I bend my knee to the side and scootch my crotch around aimlessly, lifting it up closer to him in a desperate attempt to be so so good for him. He finds the help unnecessary, and his chest presses against mine, squishing my ribcage into the wooden floorboards before sliding in past the plushness of my thighs and slowly but firmly pushing further in.
He pushes past any obstacles and stretches me to fit around him, with the keen help of how absolutely soaked his body heat has gotten me. The rapid sounds of cursing and muffled whining downstairs reach a speed they never have before, only increasing the aching clenching around Heathcliffe, longing for us to get to their level. My ribcage pressed so tightly against the floorboards accenuates to me how fast my heart races. The filthiness of the toys, uncovered breasts, Joseph's hands restraining the hands of his lover, all pale in comparison at how lewd I feel taking Heathcliffe. The curvature of my ass does nothing to mediate his size, and he still fills me up past my limits, despite the angle. I whimper at the fullness. The teasingly slow speed at which he pulls out only to begin pushing back in is only highlighted by the comparison of the speed of the furniture squeaking downstairs.
The tingles of my scalp and the attentive speed at which Heathcliffe rips his cock out, giving me a brief reminder of how tight and small my canal can get, only to push himself back in and stretch me out to his girth, makes my head drowsy. My eyes struggle to stay open, and any slow whines I make are relentlessly muffled by his hand. Every time his tip kisses my cervix, his deep groan echoes in my ear.
The lady downstairs is getting persistently drilled, her hair is being pulled, her nipples are being tugged, her eyes are rolling back, and the sweat dripping down the side of her face can be seen from the floor above. She clamps her mouth tightly around her gag yet her repeated cursing remains perfectly audible. Joseph reaches his hand between their bodies, fiddling at her crotch, which makes her go ballistic. My eyes stay half fluttered open, only to continue greedily watching them from above. Heathcliffe pounds against me, yet the sturdy whacks of his hairy crotch against my ass are for our ears only. His hand momentarily loosens up against my face, dragging his fingers down and using two of his digits to brush against my lips, a slow and loving movement that feels inappropriate considering his continuous fast assault against my ass. He drags his fingers down and slides them with ease past my teeth. I eagerly wrap my lips around him, to which he cockily plunges them in further. His fingers go deep, touching the back of my tongue, and his thumb rests on my cheek, following the shape of my hollowed cheek as I suck on his fingers, pushing it to urge me to continue.
I can instantly feel the effects of this power play on him in his stiffness plunging deeper into me. His groaning against my ear becomes delayed, like he tries so hard to stop it from releasing, but he can't. The electric warmth building inside of me feels nothing like when I do it alone. The ball of tension in my stomach unravels so fast, that I can barely hold my head up. I can feel his huge length pushing so deep inside of me, the hard floorboards beneath me only amplify it, like his tip is touching them.
I flutter my eyes open from savouring his fingers and suddenly, much to my dismay, the couple downstairs are both standing up, fully clothed, talking to one another. The reality check makes my cheeks flush instantly and I turn my head to look at Heathcliffe, who gives me a smug smile and pushes his fingers to touch the back of my throat. He only presses once before I gag and pull at his hand. The arrogant pace of him fucking me into the floorboard increases, and the airy moans he makes against my hair feel louder than ever now that the silence downstairs is only interrupted by occasional light chatter and kisses.
Heathcliffe's savagery at my body makes it move up and down on the floor, itching my clit against the floor, pulsating my insides and boosting the feeling of his tip scratching against my walls. But he presses his chest hard against my shoulders to stop me from moving, and shoves himself deeper into me. His fingers twitch inside of me as I feel it. He continues his rapid assault, and I try to control my tempered breathing and allow his fingers to quieten the moans that threaten to release. The ball in my pussy not only unravels, but explodes, like a balloon popping and releasing hot magma, just as Heathcliffe forces some of his last thrusts against me, shooting his load. I feel the warm fullness as his hitched breathing slows and he rests his head on shoulder. He gently slides his fingers out, and I finally put my heavy head down on the ground to catch my breath.
The door downstairs is opened and closed as the couple leave. But Heathcliffe doesn't pull out right away. Instead, he puts his face to mine, and gently kisses my cheek.
His love for you, and his anxiety to see you, to hear from you, and to possess you, consumed him every night, giving him no respite.
Meanwhile, you, oblivious to his feelings and the way you made him feel, continued with your life as lady of the house.
You had just married Mr. Linton, a man whose throat Heathcliff would have snapped with his bare hands without a moment's hesitation.
He hated seeing you smile at him, knowing those smiles would never be directed at him.
He deeply detested seeing you kiss him, while he desperately wished your lips would never be touched by anyone but his own.
He longed to possess you, body and soul, in every way you were willing to allow.
He saw more artistry in your gaze than in the most magnificent work ever painted.
"What do you think, Heathcliff?" you asked, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” he murmured. “What were you talking about?”
“I was telling Y/N, that it’s a splendid day to spend by the lake,” he said.
“Oh, right, the lake,” he murmured, glancing between you and your husband. “And what are you all supposed to be doing by the lake all afternoon?”
“Doing? You mean ‘we’re doing,’ you’re coming too,” you explained, looking at the man at the head of the table. “Isn’t it wonderful, darling?” —you questioned, he forced a smile—
“Yes, of course, it’s… magnificent,” he said, making you smile.
“I’ll go pack my things,” you murmured, jumping up. “Tomorrow will be a great day.”
Heathcliff watched you leave, before waiting a moment and then leaving himself.
He searched the house’s corridors for you, until he found you in your room, with a small suitcase on the bed.
You turned around at the sound of his footsteps, and he leaned slightly against the doorframe, staring at you intently.
“Heathcliff, have you come here for help with your luggage?” you asked. “Can I…”
“We need to talk” he interrupted politely, making you snap your mouth shut.
“Okay,” you gave a nervous giggle. “What’s wrong, you dolt?” You're getting to me
"I can't keep pretending I don't love you," he blurted out, making your eyes widen. "I can't bear another day seeing you with him, knowing it's his bed you go into every night, that he's the one who can have you. I can't…" He tilted his head, turning his gaze to you. "I can't stand it."
"Heathcliff, you…" you murmured, unsure what to say. "You can't do this to me, you don't…" You shook your head. "I… Since when…?"
"Since forever, Y/N," he whispered. "I can't remember a single moment in my life when I haven't loved you."
"Oh, Heathcliff," you whispered, feeling tears begin to slide down your cheeks. "How could I have been so blind, so stupid?" All this time you… and I have… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please forgive me
"There's nothing to forgive, Y/N. You… I don't care what your life is like or where you live, the important thing is that you're happy," he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours. "That's all that matters to me."
"I'm not happy, Heathcliff," you confessed. "I didn't marry Linton because I loved him, but to…"
"Why?" he questioned. "Why did you marry him? Why did you break my heart into a thousand pieces?"
"I did it to protect you!" you cried. He fixed his gaze on yours. "Father wanted to get rid of you," you explained. "We were short of money, and he said the only option was to abandon you or kill you." “We couldn’t keep supporting you, but I refused,” you whispered. “I told Father I’d do anything to keep you with us… so he forced me to marry Linton,” you sobbed. “That was the only way to save you. I… I’m so sorry, and I love you as much as I’m sorry,” you finished. “I never loved Linton. You’re the man I truly wanted to marry. He…” You lowered your head, but Heathcliff lifted your chin between his thumb and forefinger so you would look at him.
“What has he done to you?” he asked, anger evident in both his voice and his features.
“Nothing, he hasn’t done anything to me. It’s just that…” you murmured. “I can’t get pregnant, and sometimes he gets angry with me about it,” you whispered. “He says I’m broken, that something inside me is wrong. Heathcliff, you… you have to help me.” Fix me up, please
"There's nothing to fix, because you're not broken," he whispered. "Do you hear me? You're not," he repeated. "I can prove it."
His index finger moved from holding your chin to untangling the ribbons that held your dress together, one by one, with the confidence of someone who knew what they were doing.
"Heathcliff, we can't… he…" you gasped as he traced the curve of your lower lip with his thumb.
"Mr. Linton is downstairs," he whispered, with each word one of your ribbons falling to the floor beside you. "He won't know anything that happens in here if you're a good girl and don't make a sound," he murmured. "You'll want to shriek and scream, but you won't do either," he stammered, his voice growing increasingly hoarse. "Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, I… I'll be a good girl."you sighed, "please, Heathcliff, I need… I need you," you emphasized.
"How much?" he whispered, tangling his fingers in the loops of your belt to pull you closer. "How much do you need me?"
"More than the air I breathe," you managed to say before his lips met yours.
He covered your mouth with the hunger of a starving animal, but also with the tenderness and gentleness reserved for a loved one.
"I could never have enough of you, not even if I lived a thousand lives," he whispered, pulling away momentarily to look at you. "You… you are… the owner of my heart, mind, and body. You are everything to me. I cannot live without you," he said, "because how can anyone live without their life, love without their heart, think without their brain?"
“Heathcliff,” you stammered, letting him slowly lower you onto the bed. “I don’t know what souls are made of, but yours and mine are identical,” you murmured, making him smile. “I knew it from…” You paused for a moment. “I think I always have.”
He grinned from ear to ear as he slowly removed his clothes, and then yours as well.
He observed your body with the precision of a critic examining a work of art, analyzing every detail, the placement of every mole, freckle, and mark, kissing each one as if to remind you that you were beautiful inside and out.
You dug your nails into his back as he slid inside you, the moment you realized everything you had been missing. “So THIS is how it feels,” you thought as small moans escaped your lips, sounds he swallowed with every kiss.
“I’ve imagined this many times,” he confessed, “but as they say, reality surpasses fiction.” He chuckled, a lopsided smile playing on his lips. “Y/N, look at me,” he whispered. “I want you to look at me when you come, I want to feel you melting in my arms, I want…” he growled, “I want all of you.”
“You have it, Heathcliff. You have ME” you emphasized, guiding his head into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses there.
You never looked away from him, so he could see the relief reflected in your eyes as you let go and surrendered to the pleasure he was so delighted to give you.
You rested your head against his chest, trying to calm your rapid breathing, as he ran his hands through your hair before leaving a A tender kiss on the top of your head.
"I love you, Heathcliff," you whispered. "I love you" you repeated. He pulled away to look directly into your eyes.
"I love you too, Y/N" he murmured, cupping your face in his hands, "until the end of my days."
Jacob offers to help fem!reader get her first time over with. 6k
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"Ready for your big move?" Jacob huffed, dropping a particularly heavy box onto the top of another. He'd come over to help you start packing up, you had a week left.
"Mostly, yeah I think so." You grinned, knowing he was talking more about emotionally than materialistically. Your eyes scanned the bare bones of your first apartment. It had been a welcoming and safe space for a handful of years now, but the time had come to move onto bigger and better things.
"Let's drink to the beginning of the end, then, shall we?" Your dearest pal declared, toting over glasses and liquor from your fridge.
"Don't say it like that, nothings ending here." You warn, sick at the thought of there being a time limit on your friendship once a little space got in the way. Jacob sat next to you on the sofa, pouring you each a drink.
"Okay sorry, we'll toast to now, then. May we enjoy every moment." Jacob's sincerity past the silly tone he used warmed your confounded heart. So many feelings had plagued you since finding out about your big move. How excited you were for the fresh start, and how you were, in fact, dreading leaving behind everything you loved so dearly, everyone.
As you sat and drank, it was all Jacob could talk about. He asked you all kinds of questions. What the place was like you were headed to, how you may come to decorate the home you were set to buy. How you may plan to spend your time. You fawned over descriptions of some new furniture you'd had shipped to your new place. And excitedly quipped about the plans you were making for the distant future.
"I hope to just go wild. Create a whole new thing for myself, ya know? Try everything, live to the fullest." The realizations that you could become whoever you wanted most to be in an all new place had your imagination running wild since theses plans became solid.
"And what are you most nervous about?" Jacob countered, squinting as if he knew this question was one that might really challenge you.
"Oh... I don't know." You feigned a laugh, hoping your face hadn't flushed red. Because you had been increasingly nervous about one thing, fretting over the many outcomes your imagination brought to life every time you wondered how to take on this certain situation...
"Ohhhh no." Jacob grinned wickedly, shifting in his seat to face you a little more head on, pointing his half full beer in your direction. "There is something, I know when you aren't telling me things, you know?"
"Jacob, can we please drop this?" You plead, feeling like sinking in on yourself for letting your facade drop for even a second.
"All I'm saying is, if you're this nervous about something, maybe I can help?"
"I highly doubt you can help with this one, dude." You let out a mortified giggle, feeling your blush coming back tenfold.
"Hey." Jacob lowered his tone, cocking his head to catch your eye. His were serious. "You know you can tell me whatever it is-"
"Is embarrassing-"
"And I won't judge you. You know that." And you did know. Jacob had told you his own mortifying confessions, from the time he'd lost his clothes in a sketchy overnight gym, to the salacious dreams he'd had about certain unattractive costar way back before you knew him. As you reminded yourself of the story Jacob once told you of his mishap with a zipper during the first night he spent in the bed of a lady, you realized you could tell him what was on your mind.
"Okay fine." You gritted through your teeth, clasping your hands together only to anxiously wring them. Jacob stayed quiet and awaited your words.
"I'm most nervous about having sex." You declared. "Because I'm more than ready to get out there and do it, but the thought of sleeping with some stranger is appalling, and I don't know who I trust enough to ask to see me through that awfully awkward first time. And what if I never meet someone I trust enough, just-" With a disgruntled sigh, you realized you were rambling.
"You're a virgin?" Jacob's mouth twisted into a confounded frown as his head turned much like a baffled puppy dog. Your friends studying of you made you want to slip into nonexistence.
"So what?" You huffed a nervous laugh, daring to meet Jacob's piercing eyes for the first time since revealing your secret.
"It's just I thought you'd have done it, like... a lot." He shrugged. "Being so smokin' hot, and all."
"I am not hot, Elordi, and despite really being ready, I'm way too nervous to do it. That's the whole issue here." You scoffed, taking a frustrated swig of your drink.
"Uh, yeah you are. And what is there to be nervous about, anyway?" He quizzed.
"What if I do the wrong thing or say something weird or just make a complete fool of myself? Or what if I hate it? I'm ready for it. But I really am scared I will never meet the right person to deal with how in my head I am about this..."
Jacob let his gaze fall to the floor, seeming to puzzle over your words. A considerable amount of silence settled about the room before either of you spoke again. He was the one to break that silence.
"Do you... trust me?"
Your eyes widened and your stomach tied itself into a knot.
"I mean, you know I think you're attractive. So, I won't care or even notice if you make a complete fool of yourself. And we know all each other's secrets. That's trust. And if you hate it, we stop. I'm kind of the perfect candidate her, love." His confidence had blossomed with the help of the drinks you two had shared tonight. Jacob spoke with assuredness, letting no signs of awkwardness show in his daring offer. The whole thing had your head spinning.
"Jacob."
"All I'm saying is... if you want, I'm down. If not, I get it." He took a swig, the last of his third glass. "I'm just saying..." Jacob let his sharp dark eyes rake across your figure as you sat in place, trying not to squirm. You considered the expression in his gaze, clearly drinking you in, yet keeping a respectable distance.
"I'll... think about it." And you really would.
He nodded. You nodded. He got up and turned on a movie. You went searching for more to drink. As some rather boring action flick unfolded on your telly, your mind raced. You did trust Jacob. You did find him attractive too. With his angelic features and fit figure. And you wouldn't mind if this little... experiment led to something a little more serious either. But that was a wild far off distant dream. And still, all the things that mortified you about doing it with a stranger made you just as nervous to consider in the company of one of your closest friends.
"It would just be, like, educational right? Just... one friend helping out another?" You pipped up in the middle of the action movies climax.
"It would be whatever you needed or wanted it to be, doll. I'm offering my sincerest assistance." Jacob spoke easily, keeping his apparent focus on the telly screen, settled an inch away from where you sat on the sofa.
You hummed in understanding, acknowledging how both of you kept your eyes glued to the movie on your screen, and that seemed soothing. There didn't seem to be any pressure, there didn't seem to be any stakes. And as you considered your nerves, you wondered if the feeling was more that of anxious wonder. And then you realized there was a way to test this theory...
"Kiss me. Then I'll know." You thought out loud.
"Know what?"
"If you're a shitty kisser or not. And if I'd even dream of letting you sleep with me." You were drunk enough to speak without consideration. You were curious enough to take Jacob up halfway on his offer. You really hoped he wasn't a shitty kisser. You may have let him have his way with you even if he was.
With a decided shrug Jacob leaned in. His lips were soft, the gentle way he pressed his against yours was more than comfortable. You let yourself relax into pressing your own kiss back, and he took that as a signal to deepen his display of affection. And the kiss that began as a seemingly casual interaction took a different form. Jacob let his lips slowly open, encouraging yours to do the same. As your kissing grew longer and deeper, your very dear friend let his fingers reach to brush your hair back; then let his digits press against the base of your neck to pull your lips ever closer.
The gentle forcefulness Jacob commanded brought a contented sigh from your throat, and your friend's smile in response broke your interaction.
"I'll take that as a yes?" He smirked, eyes focusing on yours close up.
"It's just... a lot to consider."
He had kept his hold on you. His hand clutching the back of your head, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your hair.
"Listen. I won't push this on you. It's no sweat if you decide against it. But I really would be very patience and more than glad to help you out here. That's the last I'll speak of it. Now, what are we watching next?"
You spent the rest of that evening next to Jacob in mutual silence. You watched films until your friend grew tired and called it a night. All the while your mind raced from one scenario to the next. Wondering what the worst could turn out to be, if you said yes, or no.
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Jacob stopped by one night later, saying he was simply in the neighborhood and wondered if you'd needed any kind of help continuing to pack up. So, you put him to work, cleaning out drawers and folding clothes into suitcases. You talked a lot while working, about eachothers lives and dreams and silly things. But the conversation kept leading back to the topic of your move.
"I'll be hours away from all my family and it's not like I won't see them but I'll be so alone you know?" You confessed your fears for living in solitude and worrying over worst case scenarios.
"Hey, you'll make it just fine. You don't give yourself enough credit." Jacob insisted, moving about your room from one task to another. "Plus, I'm only one phone call away."
"I know." You whispered, peering up to your friend through your lashes, biting back a frown. You set a roll of tape and a box cutter on a nearby shelf, done with the tools for now.
"This is supposed to be a good thing, a happy thing." Jacob reminded you, shuffling to stand before you. He reached out to tilt your chin upward as if that would encourage a smile from you.
"I know." You whispered again. And with no way of knowing who leaned in first, all you knew was Jacob was kissing you again. And you relished the comfort of his affection. Nothing stopped you now from slinking a lazy arm around his neck as the guy let his grasp splay across your back.
Jacob was the first to break away, like before. But unlike then, he said nothing now. Jacob just leaned back far enough to catch your eye, as one of his brows lifted in a silent question.
"I think I might want to take you up on your offer..." You seemed to realize out loud. Maybe you had always wanted it to be him. Or maybe his encouragement had done the trick of talking you into feeling this way now. But you were never surer about being intimate with someone than now, with the way your dearest friend held you in his arms.
"Yeah?" He nodded with a furrow in his brow.
"Yes, I- if you're really sure." You stuttered.
"I am if you are." Jacob continued to nod. And after a beat, when he asked "Like, now? Right now?" You moved to nod along with him, even though your heart threatened to leap from your chest.
"Okay." He whispered. "You just need to tell me if it gets all too much, no matter what. Promise me you will."
"Yeah. I'm, like, really nervous. That's the big problem. But I trust you, so I am very sure."
"Well, I can certainly help with that." Jacob brought a hand to your hair, "I think." He lightly chuckled, pulling a face, setting your nerves at ease already.
"We'll just go very slow. How does that sound?" He asked, still keeping a hand rested on the side of your head, while his other crept down to the bend of your waist. You let out a held breath and nod assuredly.
"Okay." You flickered a smile. Jacob nodded too, his lithe grin remaining as he searched your face, his eyes landing on your lips. You hadn't fully expected him to agree to this, and you hadn't at all expected things to start right off the bat. But you couldn't complain when Jacob closed the gap and pressed a gently feather light kiss to your lips. As he did so, he tucked a bit of your hair behind your ear, and ever so slightly tightened his grip at the bend of your waist.
This resulted in your hands finding his shoulders, resting them between there and his chest- where you wondered if you were feeling your own rapid heartbeat in your palms, or his.
His lips left yours for a moment, but another feather light kiss came soon after. A couple more small steady pecks made you comfortable enough to fully relax in the hold Jacob was beginning to wrap around you; his hand moving to hold the back of your head, his other moving from the bend of your waist so his arm circled around you.
When your arms slid into a loose hold around the guy's neck again, his kisses started to ever so slightly deepen. His tongue teased your lips, his thumb caressed soothing circles against your rib cage, a delightful hum escaped his throat.
"This okay so far?" Jacob wondered in a hushed rumble, meeting your eyes between kisses. You nodded and softly smiled, waiting for the guy to continue. When he dove back in, his kisses deepened even further, his tongue pressed against yours, his hold tightening, pulling you almost entirely against himself. You stayed like that for what felt like forever, just kissing and letting hands roam against backs and through hair.
He'd barely done as much as hold you close, but you were already feeling the hot coil of desire burning low in your belly, and it was starting to spread every place else. Your every nerve was already on end.
"I could gladly do this all night." Jacob hummed, moving his kisses to pepper your jaw, and then down your neck. "But would you like to go any further? You tell me, doll."
"Sure, we can go further. I just need you to guide me through." You blew out another shaky breath, trying to release the jitters.
"I can do that. Just remember you can tell me to stop anytime for any reason." Jacob kissed your forehead and waited for you to nod in agreement. He kissed your cheek and then your lips, and let his hands begin to roam new territory. his fingers grazed under the hem of your shirt, brushing against the skin of your hips, skin that had never been touched by anyone but yourself until now. It was starting.
"Can I take this off, doll? I'll take mine off too. We'll be on the same page." Jacob sighed into your mouth, and couldn't resist kissing you between words. He left one set of fingers creeping under your shirt while the other gently tugged at the garment.
"I like that idea." You smiled, his lips brushing against yours in a phantom kiss.
He opted for his first, shedding his tee in a lazy fashion, revealing a sight you had seen before, his bare chest. But now was different from the hot summer days you'd been near the guy in such a state. Now you were free to oggel his frame entirely.
Jacob watched you watching him as he delicately took hold of the base if your shirt, and pulled it up. You lifted your arms instinctively and tried not to shiver in an anxious display of vulnerability.
The man you'd come to trust tossed aside your favorite old concert tee and brought both his hands to the bare skin of your waist. He'd see you in swimsuits and crop tops but he'd never been so close. Never had his hot skin been so easily accessible under your touch. Never had he caressed you in such a state. The pair of you stood there, holding each other in a delicate morphing clasp, for a brief moment. Your breathing synchronized before Jacob nuzzled against your neck and mumble something about how beautiful he thought you looked, and how lovely he thought it was to hold you so close like this. It was almost too sweet, his musings and the gentle way he held you. But the pecks he placed against your neck turned into something fiercer, his teeth grazing, his breathing audible. All the while, his caresses turned too, his fingers pressed possessive against your skin, one hand moving to bring your hips as close to his as possible.
You let it happen, dragging your nails across his shoulder blades and letting out a delighted sigh. You knew this was supposed to be a fun positive experience. But you felt quite unprepared for how much you were enjoying yourself.
Jacob planted another sloppy kiss to your lips, encouraging you to match his energy.
He began to drag you a few steps in another direction, never daring to break away from the kiss you were sharing, until he had to. Jacob eased onto the side of your bed, gently pulling you into his lap. He maneuvered you into a straddle you were happy to settle into, leaving no space between the two of you, as your kisses continued.
"This all okay, doll?" Jacob hoped, as his warm hand made its way toward your breasts, still covered.
"Yes Jacob," you breathed, taking your turn in moving kisses down the man's neck, not totally sure of your execution but lead by passion what could go so wrong, you wondered?
To your delight, Jacob practically melted under your bites and licks, and you were beginning to melt a little yourself, as he kneaded at your bra.
"You can take it off. If you want." You sighed, keeping up your work at his neck, moving from one side to the other.
"Oh, I've wanted to for a longer than you know." He let out a little laugh after his confession.
You sat up to meet his gaze, asking a question with one look.
"You know I've always thought you were beautiful. But I have always wondered just how much more beautiful under all your clothes." Jacob mewled, unclasping your bra after two tries. You let the thing fall away and slide down one arm to the floor, as Jacob ogled you shamelessly. Somehow the moment didn't cause you nearly as much nervousness as you'd anticipated. The way Jacob was handling this new interaction, the way he'd been handling you; caused your nerves that kept arising the settle, provoking much more excitement than you knew you were capable of feeling in a time like now.
"Even more beautiful than my imagination has been able to conceive." Jacob grinned up to you before rolling his eyes closed on his mission to cover you in kisses.
You couldn't hold back your sigh, one you'd never heard yourself make. A noise you didn't know you were capable of producing. Jacob's lips closed around one of your nipples while he let his hand attend to the other. You could feel his pants tightening beneath you, and his messy hair tangled in your fingers as you grasped at something to ground you. Things were moving at a steady pace yet seemed to be rocketing into progression much quicker than you were prepared for.
"Jacob." You reluctantly halted him, grabbing his attention away from making you feel so good. "Jacob, I don't want to stop, but can we slow down a little?" You asked in a shaky breath, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly, like you'd just run a mile.
"Of course." He promised, planting closed mouth kisses across your collarbone. "Come'er."
Jacob pushed you from his lap to the middle of the bed and adjusted himself behind you, as you took in a couple deep breaths. Then his hands found your shoulders, and began to massage the tense muscle there.
"Are you still nervous? More or less? What can I do to help?"
"Still nervous. But you've been very patient so far and I can't imagine doing this with anyone else. Thank you, Jacob."
"You're practically a natural," Jacob purred in your ear, keeping up his work on your shoulders. You began to feel more at ease under his touch, and more ecstatic by his words and the tone of his voice. "Nothing to be nervous about."
Your hum gave him a green light to follow his hands with his lips, kissing the trail of his massaging.
He soon let his hands start to wander, keeping his face in the crook of your neck as his hands trailed lightly across your chest and tummy, stalling for a brief second at the hem of your pants before ghosting back up to brush at your already exposed skin.
You flipped around crawling into a position closer, moving to undo the button of his pants.
"You sure?" Jacob asked quickly, waiting for you to nod before shedding the trousers as lazily as he removed his shirt.
"Want me to do yours?" He asked, not wondering if you'd rather handle the task, but if you were ready for the next step to be initiated at all. You told him you were ready, looking right in the guy's hooded deep brown eyes.
Jacob gently pushed you against the stack of pillows at the head of your bed. For one small moment, you paused to look at each other and smile. And then your friend shifted and reached for the button of your trousers. You watched as he hooked a couple fingers in the hem to peel the fabric away from your body, his eyes drinking in every newly exposed inch of you. You helped kicked away the pants, as Jacob reached to pull you back into his lap. In one swift move, you pushed him back into the pillows. You relished having the boy pinned below you, as you closed in for another kiss.
His hands traced across the expanses of your skin, his warm form settled beneath yours in the very best ways. You began to let your fingers trace patterns across his chest, feeling the hammer of his heart. Now both clad in nothing but underwear, the thin fabric allowed for you to feel more exactly of how worked up you'd gotten the boy.
You weren't nervous now to roll your hips against his. Or even if you might've been, they seemed to move on their own accord, your body seeking to satisfy its growing desires. Your rocking against the man's lap grew quietly more confident, and in the matter of a couple grinds you had Jacob whimpering against your lips.
Jacob gently pushed you from his lap, moving to hover over you in turn. "Okay?" He asked more succinctly but paused and watched for your confirmation just as patiently as every time before. And right as you began to nod, Jacob pressed his clothed hips against yours, encouraging your legs to open a little wider to make space for him. He kept his eyes sharply focused on yours, as he kept grinding, palming at your breast all the while. You were overcome, the coil in your belly tightening, and you hadn't even gotten to the good part.
His hand that had been working at your breast traveled downward, stalling near the hem of your underwear. Just as Jacob opened his mouth to ask if his next move was allowed, you were quicker. You grabbed his forearm and gently pushed his hand past the fabric of your undergarment, immediately glad for it.
His fingers found their way gently to your heat, giving subtle barely there caresses to the part of you that was most sensitive. Your toes curled and your heart stalled as he touched you with such tender intention. The pair of you managed to settle side by side, and without discussion, you reached to move Jacobs fingers to the spot he'd been nearly close to finding. The feeling that followed sent sparks through your nervous system, and your own hand shot out toward Jacob's underwear in response. You didn't ask, you simply slid your digits up and down the clothed length of your friend's crotch, relishing the shuttered breaths he released as you did so. The pair of you kept this up for a short moment, kissing when you weren't stealing each others breath away.
"Can we get to the part where you fuck me?" You sighed, worried that if you didn't do so soon, in the midst of your highest confidence, you'd lose the nerve. Jacob let out a quiet chuckle as he nodded, moving to shed the last of both of your clothes. Gentle as ever, he took as much time with this process as ever, making you more at ease and anxious for the next step all the same.
"Are you sure?" Jacob worried, settling between your legs. You kept one hand against his face and the other set of your fingers grasping his shoulder. You nodded quickly between shaky breaths, your nerves heightening slightly at the realization this was happening. But then Jacob shook his head. "I'm not doing anything until you relax, doll."
You were fully aware of your uneven breathing and the tensing of your body, due to the anxiousness that threatened to swallow you whole. You wanted this, you really did. But that didn't stop your nervous system from going a bit haywire during such an unprecedented situation.
"Relax." Jacob repeated. He petted your hair back and smoothed a hand across your shoulder, attempting to ease the tension you held there. You tried your best to settle a bit more comfortably against the sheets as the guy spoke up again. "Take like four deep breaths, and relax." Jacob guided you through his desired number of focused inhales, taking them in just as deeply himself. You closed your eyes during the last couple and felt yourself truly a little more at ease by way of Jacob's help and kind focus. You watched the guy breath out same as you, the fourth time, and after a beat he gave you a subtle nod.
"Good, that's better. Now, are you super sure?" He prompted, letting his hands hold you firmly against him, not daring to move until you gave your full, more at ease, confirmation. When you said yes with a smile, Jacob smiled too, and proceeded to line his hips up with yours.
As he pressed into you slow and steady, he cooed in your ear. Mumbling pet names and sweet encouragements about how good you'd already made him feel. Between his saccharine words and the pressure between your legs, you were done for.
Your breathing quickened all too soon but wasn't as shaky and uneven as before. Your skin burned with want. Your legs spread far as they could. He placed a loving hand against your temple, and you gripped his wrist as he began to move his hips in a sinfully slow manner.
The press of his lips to your throat was made more intimate by the grazing of his teeth there too. The speed at which he rocked into you began to increase, your heart rate following suit. everything felt better than you could've even fathomed. You were glad you did this with someone you knew and trusted. Someone whose hands were familiar to at least some parts of your own body and whose voice was welcomed in your ear. So glad you were doing this with someone you'd let do it all over again. So glad you're doing this with Jacob.
"You're doing so good, so good, nothing to be nervous about." The last word of his sentence was abruptly cut off by a growl the man couldn't seem to hold back.
Jacob was relentless now, pulling your hips against his as he rocked so hard against you, the bed frame kept hitting the wall. You couldn't imagine feeling much better than this, but then he asked if you were close to reaching your breaking point. You realized you'd never known before, and you really weren't sure now. "I don't know." You admitted with a twinge of worry. "It feels so good, Jacob, but I-I don't know." A sigh escaped your lips as he hit a certain spot within you. He grumbled encouragement in your ear, saying it was okay that you didn't know, and kept up his efforts.
"But I can't hold back much longer, I'm sorry." Jacob cried, his movements becoming sloppy, still heavenly though. It was your turn to encourage him, and let him know it was okay to come undone. Jacob was a goner soon after your brief pep talk, pulling himself from you as his seed spilled across your stomach. As Jacob caught his breath, he promised to go hunting for a towel to clean you up as you propped yourself on your elbows.
"Is it disappointing that I didn't come?" You worried, sitting up a little, catching your own breath. Jacob smirked, and petted back your hair, settling a little closer to you.
"I'm just glad you didn't fake it. Sometimes it just takes practice to know how to make it happen... to find out what you like, ya know?"
"Yeah, I s'pose." You contemplated, a bit cross that it hadn't happened, because it was half the reason you were eager to get this first time sorted out, so you could know how to handle yourself. Jacob had spotted a towel a few steps from your bedside, and was quick to retrieve it. And as he sweetly took to cleaning up the mess he'd made about you, he spoke up.
"You know, I never said our little educational experiment was over..." Jacob was smug, but turned up a brow to nod seriously your way and in a moment that made your cheeks flush even still after everything that had just occurred.
"Would... would you?"
Jacob said nothing. He simply dove back in to kiss you again, with more passion than ever, you thought. The man pressed you to lean against the pillows once again, as his fingers danced lower and lower down your abdomen.
"You seemed to like when I did this." Jacob cooed, letting his fingers ghost over your heat for the second time that evening, grazing a certain spot you'd once helped him find. You sucked in a breath at the feeling, giving Jacob the green light to proceed with more vigor. He pressed his fingers against you with more certainty, swirling more meaningful circles in that one spot. Jacob watched as you bit your lips together, struggling to keep an undignified moan from bursting from your chest.
"Think I must be doing something right." You friend boasted, keeping up the motions he'd settled into perfectly making. All the while, he moved to kiss you. His mouth, you were certain, must've left marks peppered across you skin as his lips moved from your neck to your throat, to your breasts and down further and further and further.
Once his lips ghosted across your core, you knew you were done for. The man let his tongue replace his fingers, as his digits moved to slide inside of you. His hair tickled your thighs, and every sensation added up together was nearly too much to process.
You thought Jacob's hands were magical, his lips and tongue were mind blowing. His warm breath, his teeth grazing, it was all more intense than you'd though it could've been. Your back arched, your hips rolled, and Jacob shouldered closer, putting as much vigor into this process as he could manage. Now, you suddenly seemed to understand the answer to his previous statement. You were close, now. You had to be. Your every sense buzzed and all you felt was increasing ecstasy.
You couldn't begin to hold back your cries of pleasure now, as Jacob worked you into a frenzy. He kept up his efforts until your legs shook, and only when you nudged his head gently away from it's latch onto your lower half, did he cease.
"I would ask if you enjoyed that but I think I know the answer." Jacob grinned, crawling to lay at your side. You laid in a daze, wondering how someone could've gotten that reaction from you. Of course it was Jacob who had.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, and for no good reason at all, you both burst into a fit of laughter. Exhausted giggles, that died down when a cough alerted you to how dry your throat had become from all the harsh breathing you'd done.
Jacob insisted on taking care of you, finding water for the pair of you to drink and escorting you to the shower. You pulled him in with you, and talked about silly things as you washed up, comfortable as before in your friendship.
"Hey, thank you. I really was so scared to go through all that. But you made it easy. You made it fun." You confessed, as Jacob wrapped a towel around your frame. He ran his hands up and down your arms, warming you from the chill of the room.
"Thank you for trusting me. You'll never know how much of an honour it was, really." Jacob nodded sincerely, before pulling you into an embrace. He went home shortly afterward, promising to see you soon, and joking that he'd more than happily help you practice again, anytime. You laughed along with him, and secretly hopped he wasn't joking.
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After he left, sleeping with Jacob constantly played back in your mind. The phantom feeling of his body lingered about your skin. You thought of little else than your dear friend, as you moved through the motions of the next day. So, to remedy your fever for the lad, you called him and asked about meeting up for dinner. He responded quickly insisting he'd love to, and that he would swing by your place a little later on. Time dragged on as you counted the minutes until he arrived.
When the knock came at your door, you opened it with perhaps too much excitement. Neither of you said anything, and a brief moment of silence filled the space between you.
"It's still a little early for dinner." You schemed. Jacob quirked a brow, stepping in as you stepped back to make room for him. He shut the door behind himself, as you crossed your fingers behind your back... "Maybe... to kill time, we could do what we did the other night?" You hoped, casting a hopeful glare up to the man before you. And before you even finished your sentence, he reached out to pull you closer, crashing his lips against yours once you'd finished talking.
It wasn't long until he had you lifted from the ground in his arms, your legs wrapped around his torso as he moved to throw you on the sofa.
"You do have a lot still to learn." Jacob smirked, untying the joggers that hugged your hips.
"But we are eating later." You demanded, craving a certain local restaurant.
"Well, I'm not waiting till later." Jacob growled, smiling as he lowered himself between your legs right away. The night spiraled into a mess of moans that were familiar to you now. When the pair of you were spent, you cleaned up and went to dinner, and then parted your separate ways.
After that night, there were four days until you were set to move away. And Jacob showed up at your door every evening with a different excuse each time.
He'd wanted to see the newest horror film in the local theater. You left halfway through to fuck in your car. Jacob mentioned that practice made perfect, and he was more than happy to help you hone this craft. You'd wanted to throw a party with all your friends before summer sent you each different way's. A whole soiree was planned in which you and Jacob skipped out early on; because the broom closet you'd snuck into wasn't giving either of you enough space to work with, and you'd both concluded this may be the last chance you got to really participate in your new found hobby.
But the next day, he found his way over all the while. And neither of you had to ask. It was only a matter of time before he had you pinned against the bathroom counter, and you'd never been happier. Just as you began reaching your climax, Jacob spoke up between sighs, "I don't want you to leave."
"Then come with me."
"What?"
"Come with me." You manage to get out the words before losing all composure. He followed close behind. But you both knew finding release together wasn't what you meant when you asked him to come along.
As you both caught your breath, Jacob brushed your hair back, and let his eyes consider all of your features. As he took too long to respond, you decided to draw a bath, and invited him to settle among the bubbles with you, where you brought up your question one more time.
"We've had lot's of practice, you know." You settled across from the man you'd come to know better than you ever expected. "Maybe we can go pro. Make it official?" You watched Jacob watch you, as you spoke.
"Was this your plan the whole time? You're twisted way of getting me to fall for you?"
"No, I genuinely just wanted your help that one night. Then it turned into many many nights. And now I don't want to ever have to worry about practicing with anyone but you."
And so after a few more rounds of questions of answers, it was decided. Jacob would follow you to a new town to live a new life. But with your oldest friend at your side and under shared sheets, you weren't so nervous about all the new things you would get to encounter, together.
