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Deal With It

Deal With It Ship: Childhood Best Friend!Jake x Bitch!Reader Description: Your best friend, Jake, gets frustrated by your cockblocking and has you make up for it. Warnings: Mean/Hard Dom!Jake, Brat!Reader, BratTamer!Jake, Dub-Con, BDSM, Fingering, Squirting, Oral (f. receiving), Pussy Slapping, Spanking, Manhandling, Choking, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Hate Sex, Punishment, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Degrading (use of slut, bitch, pathetic, etc.), Humiliation, Dacryphilia, Restraining, Creampie, Angst, Jake’s a biter, READER AND JAKE ARE EXTREMELY TOXIC!!!! Mainly Reader, Reader is possessive and jealous as shit, Could be triggering for those with BPD, lots of arguing, Reader hates anyone who even gets close to Jake, kinda soft at the end Word Count: 12k A/N: First Enha fic! Hope you enjoy. Will be cross posted onto @littlemisskookie

For as long as you could remember, Jake Sim was yours.

He was the one who stuck by your side, and you to his— no one wanted anything to do with either of you. He was always the meek church boy whose nerdy interests labeled him as a loser. You were the little psychopath who stuck by his side, deeming the outside world as the enemy. No one understood you like Jake did, and no one understood Jake like you did. No one had ever bothered to try.

"It's just you and me," Jake had said, hand squeezing yours like a promise. "I wouldn't want it any way else."

Everything changed when Jake got hot.

Before you knew it the baby fat melted off to reveal chiseled features, and contacts suddenly became much more "convenient". Girls who wouldn't have even spit on him if he were on fire were suddenly herding around him like the farm animals they were. The fact he played with legos as an adult was no longer something to laugh at, but some quirk that apparently made him much more attractive, endearing even.

He couldn't even give you the liberty of being normal-attractive. Oh no. He was stupidly hot. Like people stopped him in the streets and asked if he was a model, hot. Hot, like, you sometimes spend nights thinking of how your stupidly attractive best friend of 10+ years' fingers would feel inside of you hot.

Worst of all, Jake actually appeared to enjoy the attention.

You stewed with rage every time you saw him sheepishly blush when a girl complimented him, or the smile that would stretch across his features when one so much as batted her eyelashes. Why couldn't he be loyal like you were? When you started receiving male attention, you didn't even blink twice. No, you rightfully told them to fuck off, that you were in no way interested. All you needed was Jake. No one else.

It seemed as though Jake didn't share the same sentiments though.

That left you to preserve the sanctity of your friendship, practically growling at any girl who came within a meter of him, glaring at them and wrapping your arms possessively around his bicep, hugging onto him and refusing to let go. Sure, it might've looked like you were a couple, but whatever it took to keep anyone away from either of you. Jake was more than just your pet, your territory, your property— he was your everything.

Why were you clearly nothing to him in return?

These were the thoughts that flooded your mind as you glared at him across the room, two cups of lukewarm beer in your hands. In front of him is a girl you recognized from his Physics 220 course, giggling away at some joke he made that surely wasn't that funny in the first place. You hadn't even wanted to be here. You wanted to just sit inside and watch a movie with Jake— but it was this girl who invited him to the aforementioned party, and ruined all subsequent plans of a nice night in.

"We never go anywhere!" he said.

"It could be fun!" he said.

"Bullshit," you said.

Still, you relented, like the loving best friend you are. Even grabbed drinks when he mentioned them. It occurred to you that perhaps he suggested you go get them so he'd have an opportunity to be chatted up, your hovering no longer scaring away the hoes.

He was an idiot for thinking it'd be that easy.

You squeeze past the bodies in your way before purposefully bumping into the last one, some of the beer spilling onto the girl's blouse. Your eyes widen in fake shock, and you stammer out a shitty apology. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Fuck, it's so crowded in here, that asshole didn't even try to move out of my way." You push in further between her and Jake, facing her and trying to put distance between the two. "Are you ok?"

She grimaces and wipes at the beer on her blouse, the liquid making the thin fabric transparent, bits of her bra peeking through. You worry for a second that Jake's horndog brain is solely focused on her tits now. "It's fine," she mutters. "It was an accident."

"Sorry," you say again with a pout, finally turning around to Jake, lifting the cup that wasn't half empty. "Here, Jakey. Sorry I kept you waiting. At least this one's unscathed."

The girl's eyes dart between the two of you, finally piecing together that she was clearly unwelcome. She presses her lips together, as though she were trying to avoid an outburst. She's probably upset. Over the fact Jake was clearly unavailable or her ruined top, who knows. More accurately, who cares? Definitely not you.

"I'll see you in class next week, Jakey," she says with a scowl, slipping away into the party to clean up and be rightfully forgotten.

You fight back a triumphant grin, crushing the now empty cup that was left in your hand. You never liked beer anyways, but clearly it had its merits.

When you turn around to your best friend, he's less than amused. No, rather, he's peeved. He glares down at you, the beer in his hand untouched. "What the fuck was that?" he hisses.

You shrug, unperturbed. "An accident."

Jake was having none of it, though. You were always like this, he knew you too well. You couldn't stand anyone— much less a girl— giving him the time of day. Not only that, but you only ever called him Jakey when you were beyond pissed. The way he saw it, he was just a tree for your bitch self to piss on, marking your territory. He could see the way the corners of your lips struggled not to twitch upward, could practically feel the triumph emanating from you. You thought you were so subtle, but to him your gloating was beyond transparent.

"You and I both know that wasn't an accident. I bet she does, too. I wouldn't be surprised if she never speaks to be again."

"Good." You fail to hide the smile this time, grinning despite yourself.

Jake seethes. "Are you just going to be difficult all night?"

"Don't give me a reason to." You cross your arms, stubborn as always. An immovable object, there to block him from the outside world. When he was younger Jake appreciated it. You were his protector, his source of comfort, his ride or die. You were the one thing he could totally depend on, the only person he trusted. Any time you garnered interest from anyone else you rejected it. You wouldn't leave Jake behind for anything, and he used to be so appreciative of that.

Now, however, it felt like such an issue. Before the outside world wanted nothing to do with him. And Jake was fine with that, really. He had you. What else could he need? But when things started turning around and people took an interest in him, Jake couldn't help but feel intrigue.

You however, were pissed.

Jake supposed it was understandable, though. You had plenty of chances to leave him behind, pursue people who actually had social lives, be in relationships, ditch the loser who seemed to weigh you down. But you didn't. Not that Jake ever asked you to do it, but in a sick way it made him feel almost secure. Who else had a best friend who was completely devoted to them the way you were?

Maybe he should be more grateful.

You see it in Jake's face when he gives up, his shoulders drooping and face falling as he realizes there's no winning with you. It's the same conclusion he came to every time. He'd get over it, though. He always did. Both of you knew he could never truly be mad at you.

"Fuck this. Clearly it was a mistake even coming here," he mutters.

Your eyes light up at his words, uncrossing your arms and latching onto his arm, squeezing it in a makeshift hug as he downed the rest of his drink. You try not to think about how the muscle in his bicep has gotten harder over the years.

"Great! I wanted to go home anyway. This place is lame." Maybe now you guys can rewatch Troll 2 like he promised.

Jake takes you both home, silent and stewing in his thoughts while you mindlessly sing along to his playlist, having memorized the entire thing now. Once you arrive at his place, his eyes follow your giddy form with contempt, watching you delightfully set up the blanket on the couch and pull out Jake's favorite snacks.

Why does he let you do this? Let you walk all over him? You always had your way, selfish little monster you were. Why could you never be satisfied?

You finally take notice of Jake's grumpiness, but remain unfazed, instead cocking a brow. Clearly he was in one of his little moods. "Are you going to sit down or what?"

Jake drags a hand over his face, grumbling something under his breath.

You walk up closer, pulling his hand away so he couldn't hide from you, forcing him to look at you. His eyes are hard, expression stony, almost blank. He must still be upset. You smile sweetly, not even flinching when Jake glares back at you. "I didn't quite catch that."

Jake pulls his wrist from your hand. "Why'd you do it?"

You cock your head to the side, feigning innocence. "Do what?"

"Throw your drink on her— and don't give me that accident bullshit."

You roll your eyes, scoffing. You thought he would've let it go by now. "Why're you starting a fight?"

"Me?" He says incredulously. "You started it at the party."

"We shouldn't have even been there in the first place. I thought we were going to just going to watch Troll 2 and work on that lego piece you just bought, like you promised."

"I thought it'd be fun for us to do something different."

"No," you snap. "You thought it'd be fun for you to be hit on by a bunch of hoes at a party. You and I both knew it wasn't something I'd be interested in."

"I was invited! And we both know you'd throw a bitch fit if I went anywhere without you!" Jake throws his hands up, exasperated, raising his voice. He's usually very soft spoken. You must've agitated him more than you thought. Usually he didn't give this much of a fuck about the people you shooed away. Was it because this one was a pretty girl? "Forgive me if I thought it'd be nice to socialize or try to make friends or—"

"Why would you need to? Why?" you push, brows furrowed, your voice raising as well. "Why would you even need anyone besides me? Am I not enough for you?"

"That's not it," Jake sighs. "Brenda invited me and—"

"Don't." Your voice is sharp. "Don't fucking say her name. I don't want to hear it."

"Why?" Jake sees how worked up you're getting over her in particular. "She's my classmate. I have to see her whether you like it or not."

"God, don't fucking remind me," you huff. "You don't need her! What could she possible give you that I couldn't, huh? What could anyone?"

"She's a friend." Jake regrets it as soon as he says it, seeing you wince as though he snapped a rubber band against you. "I mean, she could be."

"That bitch doesn't want to be your friend," you sneer. Your mind wanders to how her fingers grazed his arms when she was laughing. You wanted to scrub him down with soap and water to erase her touch. "Is that it? You want to fuck her? Is that why you're so upset?"

"What? No! I—"

Liar.

"I see it now," you take a step back, eyes burning into him as though you were piecing together a betrayal. "That's why you wanted to come. That's why you sent me to go get drinks. Why you wanted to leave as soon as I, what, cockblocked you from her? Ruined your plans?"

"Y/N—" Jake tried to reach for your hand to calm you down, but you retreated again.

You could feel a lump caught in your throat, your face heating up as you tried to fight back the tears springing to your eyes. What was he even going to do anyways? Go hook up with her in some spare bathroom, leaving you clueless and alone, waiting for him to return? Like some idiot? "No. Don't touch me. Not when you wanted to touch her."

"You're being dramatic."

"Am I?" Your voice cracks, and it feels so embarrassing. You're struggling to keep your composure. You turn around in an effort to hide the fact your eyes were getting glassy. "You strung me along to some stupid party to go get your dick wet. Don't even try to deny it."

Jake was becoming even more frustrated. He knew you were on the verge of tears. You always cried when you were this angry, this upset. Hot, wet tears would cascade down your cheeks when you were infuriated beyond belief. No one brought of you quite like Jake did.

If only he could hold you, bury your arms in his chest and squeeze you so tightly you stopped crying entirely. That's usually what it took to calm you down. But every step he took forward you took back, as though a single touch from him would burn you. Not being able to reach you was quickly driving Jake insane.

"Listen to me—"

"No!"

"Just let me—"

"I don't want to even look at you—"

"Please just—"

"No, you need to—"

"Y/N, Brenda's just—"

"No! I told you to not say her fucking name!" You scream, fully facing him again, hot, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, just like Jake expected.

Jake tries to grab you again but you dodge, pissed beyond belief, steam practically blowing out of your ears. It was going to be nearly impossible to make you listen now.

"You wanted to fuck her, huh? Go ahead. Say it. You—"

"So what if I did?" Jake finally snaps, shutting you up. The stunned look on your face is almost enough to make up for the entire evening. Never had he been able to shock you like this. Usually he'd cower and give in like always, but tonight you clearly wouldn't let him. "So what if I wanted to fuck her? It'd be none of your business anyway! People think you're in love with me because of how obsessed you act! God, what am I supposed to do, not fuck anyone, ever? You can't expect that of me. I'm still a fucking man, Y/N. I have needs. So what if I like the attention I get from a pretty girl at a party? So what?!"

The words hang in the air, dangling between you two as you both process what spewed from his mouth.

You're silent, staring up at him in shock as he finished screaming, his chest heaving up and down with every labored breath he took. He was finally closer to you now, having taken one step closer with every jab he made, twisting the knife deeper and deeper into your chest with each word.

Your mouth went small, heart plummeting into your stomach.

There's several beats of silence, only his heavy breath and whirring fan making noise. There was so much tension, and both of you are left staring at each other in the eye, at a crossroads.

"I knew it," you say quietly.

Your quietness seems to surprise Jake, whose expression softens, as though he just now realized what he had been screaming in your face. Jake regrets it as soon as he sees the look on your face. He wants to grab the nearest clock and yank on the hour and minute hands, reverse time and punch his past self in the face for what he just said. His face falls as you take another shaky step away from him, and keep going.

"Y/N—"

"Don't say my name either."

You turn your back to him, like even looking at his face physically pained you. You try to move quickly, grabbing the snacks and shoving them back in their rightful place, cleaning up what you had been preparing earlier for the night you were previously promised. Jake follows you around, trying to get you to look at him. But not apologizing.

"You can't—"

"I'll walk."

"It's late—"

"I don't care." Your voice is icy cold, devoid of emotion, refusing to face him as you pick up the blanket and start folding, like you were erasing any trace you were here tonight.

Jake felt some weird sense of anxiety, forced to stare at the back of your head as you meticulously picked everything up, like you were really leaving for good. "Will you just look at me?"

"No."

"Y/N!" He finally grabs your wrists, swinging you around to face him, not letting you run away. "What do you want me to do, huh? What do you want from me?"

"Nothing." Everything, initially. Not anymore. You twist your wrists, trying to wrench your way out of his grip. He was holding onto you too tightly, though, refusing to let you go. Funny. Usually it felt like the other way around.

"No! Don't even give me that bullshit. You wouldn't be acting like this if that were true," Jake says, voice tight. You try to turn your head away from him, squeezing your eyes shut, like you could will him to disappear. "What more do you want from me? I've given you everything, everything!"

"No you haven't!" You shake your hands in his grasp, trying to yank yourself out to no avail. You use all your strength to pry your body away from his, but he won't let you go, forcing you to let him see the ugliness in your frustration. "You're a fucking liar, Sim! Everything my ass. You wouldn't be needing anyone else if that were true. How can you say that when you yourself admitted you want to fuck other girls, huh? All I've ever wanted was all of you, the way I've offered all of me! But all you offer is bullshit! You're nothing but a fucking liar!"

Jake grits his teeth, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him, your tear-brimmed eyes now burning into his. "You're such a fucking bitch! And for what? Do you just want me to die alone, is that it? Is that what it'll take to make you happy?"

Alone. That's how he sees it. Doesn't even process you as being part of the picture. Like you didn't even matter to him.

You glare at him, your soft, sweet Jake now reduced to a mess you had never seen before.

"You really see being with me as being alone?"

Jake's eyes soften when he realizes. "I didn't mean—"

Finally, his grip loosens, and you slip out, finally able to put distance between you two. "No. You meant it."

"Y/N," he starts, reaching again for your face, hating himself for how all of this was going.

Damage was done though. Clearly he didn't mean as much to you as you meant to him. To you, he was everything. To him, you might as well be nothing. A burden at best.

After all the years spent together, this is how you finally realize how much your best friend resents you.

Maybe you deserve it.

It only makes you want to burn everything to the ground.

You start wiping away the tears, building up a wall that used to be reserved for the rest of the world, and now he was included in it, just like he always dreamed.

He wanted to be part of everyone else? Be part of their world, and not yours?

Fine. Fuck it. Who needs him.

Deep down you knew you did, but it was too late.

"Fine. I guess I'll just let you go, then," you say softly.

Jake's frozen, like his mind went blank the moment the words left your lips. Is he happy? Relieved? Clearly you didn't know him as well as you thought.

You begin to laugh, the sound humorous and sharp, yet finding the whole thing a little hysterical. Here you were, losing your mind, over Jake Sim. A guy who you clearly weren't enough for. Why would you be? Why did you think he was such an exception? Those didn't exist. He could go fuck Brenda and every other girl in uni for you cared. Some best friend he was. How had you gotten so wrapped up in him? Caring so deeply for someone who clearly didn't give two shits?

"Oh my god!" You wheeze out, a cruel smile curling on your lips as you wipe away fresh tears, now brought on from your laughter. A welcome change. "How could I have been so stupid?"

Jake's calmer now, warily assessing your state, the way you seem to double over, uncaring. Like he had broken something in you.

"You know what?" You flick away a final teardrop, composing yourself, trying to steady your breathing. You look to Jake, none of the hurt and heat burning into him the way it was before. It felt colder, now. Like all of the affection you felt for him had been sucked out of the room, and all he was left with was a husk of you. The same you that the rest of the world saw.

You've locked him out, and he can feel it.

"I don't think I regret it one fucking bit," you snort, shrugging loosely as you continue chuckling. "I'm not sorry I got in your way at all, tonight. In fact, I think I did her a favor. Saved her from disappointment. Lord knows a loser like you wouldn't know how to fuck anyone right even if you had gotten the chance."

For a moment it's like time stops entirely.

Jake's jaw clenches, and his expression morphs into one you had never seen on him before. His eyes are wide, face stony, as he processes what you said. His gaze burns into your skin, a mix of shock and fury wholly directed at you. You see rage bubbling up behind his eyes, and it tastes like victory.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he hisses lowly.

You feel a strange sense of pride, a swell in your chest as though you had won the last laugh. You almost fight back a triumphant smirk, amused by his reaction. "You heard me, bitch."

Faster than you can process, Jake's taking two long strides towards you, and his hand clasps onto your throat, roughly pushing you back until you hit the wall. You gasp out in surprise, clutching onto his wrist as you stare up at him, his deadly serious expression no longer seeming funny.

"You just don't know when to quit, huh?" His voice is only a low growl, as though he no longer needed to scream like before to get you to listen.

You can't help but break out in a grin, your laugh suppressed under the weight of his palm. Normally someone would feel terrified from having a grown man's hand wrap around their neck, but you can't help but find it all ridiculously absurd. Really? He was trying to intimidate you now? Your once beloved Jake, who could never stay mad at anything for too long, least of all you? He was merely a puppy in every sense of the word, all bark and no bite. This wasn't any different. He couldn't hurt you if he tried. "You don't fucking scare me, Sim."

"Yeah?" His breath is hot against your face, nostrils flared as he stares down at you. He has pushed you to the point of breaking, and clearly you have, too. "You don't scare me, either."

You're practically lifted up by the neck as he pries you off the wall, throwing you over on the couch and on top of the neatly folded blanket. The wind is knocked out of your lungs as your back hits the cushions, and you're not given a second to breathe before Jake's clambering on top. You try to claw at Jake as he climbs onto you, your hands scratching at his biceps, tugging on his clothes, limbs flailing. You don't even know what you're trying to do. Hurt him? Push him off? Kick him where it hurts? Pull him closer?

He doesn't react, though, pushing the leg down that was aiming for his crotch and roughly grabbing your wrists again, shoving them into the cushions below you. He settles on top of your thighs as you try to kick, crushing your attempts with his weight. You flail underneath him, elbows flapping helplessly as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. He pushes your wrists harder as you do, his face fucking livid as you try to escape underneath him.

Never in all your years of friendship had Jake gotten this worked up. Perhaps you were marching into uncharted territory.

"Let me go!" You screech, gritting your teeth as you ball your hands into fists.

"No," he says firmly.

"What the fuck are you even doing?" You try to twist your way out, do anything, but Jake's always been stronger than you. Any time the two of you would wrestle or play fight just for fun, he'd beat you. It was the only thing he could beat you at.

"Putting you in your place," he grits, voice laced with determination.

You let out a laugh, unbelieving. "Ha. Right. We both know you're too pussy to do that, Sim. You couldn't even if you tried."

Jake scowls, pushing your wrists up against the armchair and putting it in one hand, using the free one to grab your jaw. "You really don't want to test me right now."

"Or what, Jakey?" You bat your lashes and say it with a sickening sweet tone, the one you usually used when you were having fun tormenting him. Jake was usually too nice, too soft. How foolish of him to think he could intimidate you. "You gonna disappoint me the way you would've Brenda?"

His nostrils flare. "That's it."

Suddenly he lets you go and flips you around onto your stomach. You're only able to let out a sharp gasp when he shoves your face back down, hand tangled in your hair as his other starts yanking your pants off by the belt loops.

Your heart rate sky rockets as you realize you really did push too far, and he really is going to do something about it. This you hadn't predicted, and you had no clue how to proceed. You turn your face up, sucking in greedy breaths, reaching behind you as you feel yourself get exposed to his eyes, knowing he'd be greeted with the sight of your lacy panties and so much more.

"W-Wait, Jake—"

You don't even get to finish your whine, a sharp slap delivered to your rear as Jake spanks you with a force hard enough to make your head spin. You cry out, mouth agape as you feel the sting bloom across your cheek, not even given time to process when he delivers another on the other side.

"Fuck!" Jake has never hit you before, and the fact he is spanking you like a spoiled brat right now is enough to set your face on fire. You would've never guessed he had the guts.

"Shut up," he growls, lifting your head by the roots and shoving your face back into the pillows, delivering swift blows to your poor backside. "You're going to listen to me for once, got that?"

You couldn't even nod if you tried, his grip firm. He sits on the back of your legs, pinning you in place under his weight, his hits unforgiving as he continues slamming the heel of his palm against you, letting out all of his frustration and anger. You whine helplessly underneath him, unable to do anything but take it, your cries muffled into the cushions. Jake lets out a delicious grunt with every slap, as though he were putting in all of his effort in punishing you.

"Always fucking running your mouth," he hisses, savoring the way your protests buried into the couch, small and pathetic. "Never fucking satisfied. Selfish bitch who makes me do whatever she wants."

You're given no chance to defend yourself, your weak cries barely heard as he continues spanking you with an absolute fury. He was punishing you not just for tonight, but for years of bad behavior.

"I'd just sit there and take it. Every time. Not this time. Now," he lifts you by your hair again, making your back arch deeply enough where your head was near his chest. He strikes your ass again, now able to hear the way your cry echoed throughout the room. He leaned in closer, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. "You're gonna take it."

You can feel the bruises forming already, the palm of his hand cracking against the delicate skin again. "Fuck!" You shout, tears springing at the corners of your eyes. If Jake was holding back he made no sign of it, and you were already trembling too much under his current blows to even consider making the situation worse for yourself.

"Always whining when I even looked in someone else's direction. Always driving me fucking crazy." He continues to rain down smacks on you, giving you no mercy. If you could twist your head around to look at him, you'd be greeted with the crazed look in his eye as he saw how your skin flared and brightened with every slap of his palm. His eyes burned into you, watching the way your ass would ricochet off his palm, looking at how small you seemed between his spread thighs. He loved seeing you helpless underneath him for once, the feeling was quickly becoming addicting. "Think I can't fuck anyone right? Or did you just mean I couldn't fuck you right?"

"I-I—"

"I thought I told you to shut up," he hisses, slapping your ass with brute force before you could even render a sentence. If it was an excuse, an apology, a plea— he no longer cared. All he wanted to hear from you right now were those pathetic whines he was quickly learning to love. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say right now. You're done talking."

You can't believe that your best friend was spanking the ever-loving shit out of you. Sweet, loser Jakey was making you his fucking bitch. He finally grew a set of balls to put you in your place. If this continued escalating, you may even feel said balls slapping against your cunt, ass, or chin by the end of the night.

Part of you is so, so excited about it.

And you're equally terrified of him realizing it.

You bite your lip, trying to hold in any moan that threatened to rise out of your throat. Instead your weak, pathetic gasps and broken cries fill the room, accompanied with the deep grunts emanating from Jake's chest. Your fingers twisted against the couch cushions, wishing you had sheets or anything to properly grab onto and support yourself. You want to grab onto Jake, but you're unsure if you're willing to risk it.

Jake had never seen you so obedient. So pliant. He could get used to this.

"You wanted all of me?" He snarls, leaning forward and pressing his lips against your ear, smacking your ass again just to hear you whimper. He savored the sound, wanting to hear more. The groan he let out against your ear was enough for you to clench around nothing. "Now you've got it."

He delivers one last hit before he lets go of your hair, watching you limply fall onto the couch, panting and breathless as you finally got reprieve. He's breathless, too, the sound of his heavy breath behind you filling the room, accompanied with the whirring from the fan above. The swell and sting of your ass consumes your senses, and you had a feeling you wouldn't be able to sit properly for at least a week. It felt like you were on fire, and the air that blew around from overhead did little to soothe the pain.

You realize your punishment is far from over, however, as you feel Jake's hands run up the back of your thighs, sliding up to cup your sore cheeks, thumbs tracing over the edge of the lace. His hands are gentle against the heat of your flesh, hot from his ministrations. The act feels so intimate, so tender, both of you holding your breath in the moment from how he was touching you. It was such a jarring juxtaposition in comparison to his earlier actions.

"Why were you wearing these?" he asks breathlessly. His thoughts wander. "Do you always?"

Jake's mind races through all of the times the two of you would hang out. Do you wear these when you both just sit on this very couch, playing with legos? When you're going out for ice cream? When you're studying together? The very idea that you had these hidden underneath your clothes every time you were together is enough to make his head spin.

For a brief moment he thinks about if you had worn this for the party.

"Did you wear this for me?"

Heat rises to your face, feeling warmer than your bruised flesh now. You suck in a breath, shaky. You're so glad Jake can't see the panic on your face; he'd be able to read your fib in an instant.

"N-No!" you deny. Your damn mouth isn't connecting to your brain properly, forcing you to stammer out whatever lies or protests you can in the moment.

Anger flares in Jake's chest again, twisting with something uglier as he thinks about you wearing this for someone else. The thought of another man besides him finding out you were wearing these tonight was enough for him to want to punish you all over again. What a hypocrite.

"No?" His grip on your ass becomes rougher, digging in, squeezing on the forming bruises and studying your body language as you cringe from the pain. His fingers press harder, sliding up to curl into the sides of your underwear, twisting the lace to drag it down. "You were getting on my ass this entire time, all when you had on this slutty scrap of fabric, for someone other than me?"

You try to reach behind for him again to stop him, realizing what he was going to find. "Fuck, wa—"

"I told you to shut it." Jake unhooks one of his hands from the lace, reaching forward and shoving two fingers into your mouth. Your protests are void now, and Jake doesn't waste time dragging your underwear down your thighs, only to be met with a pretty sight.

Between your flamed cheeks, your pussy was absolutely soaked.

You whimper around his digits, knowing there's no hiding it now, that Jake can see everything.

"Fuck," he says breathlessly, seeing how shiny and glossy it is, all without him even touching it. "Your pussy's fucking pathetic."

You whine against the pads of his fingers, wanting to squeal out of embarrassment. Jake doesn't relent, instead spreading you open with his other hand, admiring the pretty pink, how your arousal immediately coated him, begging him to do something about it.

"How long have you been this wet for me?" He licks his lips, like he can already taste you in the air. You wouldn't be surprised if he actually could, that's how wet you were. "Since I started spanking you? Since we started arguing?"

He grips your jaw tighter, lifting you up to make you arch your back, looming over you so he could see your fucked out expression from above. He looks so smug, so cocky, like he finally caught you in the act. You suppose he had. His eye contact is intense, fingers pressing harder onto your tongue as you strain to keep yourself upright enough, arms shaking beneath you from the position he forced you in.

"Since high school?" he smirks.

He feels your pussy twitch under his digits, and now it was his turn to laugh at your expense, seeing your eyes widen and feeling the whimper he blocked from fully escaping.

"Fucking knew it," he says, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, leaving you a coughing, drooling mess.

He lifts from above you, flipping you onto your back and peeling your panties completely off, spreading you open and pulling your thighs over his so you couldn't hide. He grips onto your thighs tight enough to bruise, eyes never leaving your pussy as he sees it flex and ache for his touch, your poor hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled by him. You try to close your legs again, hide your shame, but Jake has none of it, his palm quickly smacking your cunt, making your hips buck upward, like you were chasing for more. Obediently, you look back at him. You're left staring at his beautiful face, the very thing that started all of your problems in the first place.

It became very, very real to you that Jake Sim, your best friend, was staring at you like he wanted to eat you alive— that you had every part of you he had never seen before exposed for his viewing pleasure.

"Behave," he tsks, grateful he could now watch your embarrassed expression. He should've done this much sooner. You were a sight to behold. He's never seen you so submissive in your entire life. Usually you were the one telling him what you wanted to do, bossing him around, treating him like a plaything. He was starting to see the appeal of it.

Jake eyes your glistening cunt, tongue slipping out of his mouth, one thing on his mind.

You cower under his intense gaze, hands reaching to cover yourself. As if that would save you.

"Don't you dare," Jake growls, smacking your hands away.

"Don't look!"

"Why not?"

"It's embarrassing!" You opt instead to cover your face with your hands, but you could still feel Jake's eyes everywhere.

"Yeah," he says, licking his lips."It is."

He doesn't even try to pretend, practically mesmerized by how wet you are. His thumbs spread your folds apart, admiring how your pussy twitched beneath his scrutinizing stare, how your face burned with humiliation as he keeps you spread open for him.

"You like this, don't you?" he questions, a smug tone creeping into his voice. "All of it. Getting under my skin, pushing me, making me pin you down and spank you until you break. Is this what you've always wanted me to do to you?"

It's becoming increasingly clearer that Jake Sim is not just a yapper in daily life, but in the bedroom too. He just can't seem to shut up when it comes to you, instead rambling every thought that comes to his head. He wants to ruin you, break you, own you— and there was no doubt you would know it by the end of this.

He slips a finger inside, curling it up with precision, like he already knew your body like the back of his hand. You moan, his thumb coming up to rub spirals into your clit in tandem with his pumping digit.

He leans in closer, panting heavily against your neck, like he could feel your pleasure himself. Like he was becoming just as unwound as you were. He groans as a moan slips from your lips and into his ear. "Who knew you were this fucking easy for me?"

The truth is you probably would've let him do this any time if he had just asked. Hell, you probably would've initiated if given the right opportunity. You just never imagined he'd have the balls to actually go for it, to be so domineering and rough.

No, in the recesses of your mind, you imagined Jake to be in bed the same way he was in personality. Puppy-like, eager to please, submissive. You imagined he'd be a whiny little thing, begging for more, obedient. You'd climb on top, take care of him, tease him for being so desperate to touch, taste, fuck you— you didn't think he'd be able to without begging.

Instead, hovering above you was a completely new Jake. One who will actually do something about your bratty behavior. One who actually takes what he wants. You never thought you'd see the day.

Now look at you.

Jake slips in another finger, loving the feeling of how tight you feel around him, imagining what it'll be like to have your tiny pussy choking his cock instead. His fingers slam into you repeatedly, the wet, obscene noises embarrassing you to no end. His eyes keep flying from your face to your pussy, almost in awe as he saw you begin to unravel in front of him.

Fuck, you felt like you were going to cum already, embarrassingly fast. After talking all that shit about how Jake couldn't please a woman even if he tried, he's now destroying you within minutes. On a regular day you'd rather die than admit you were wrong, but clearly your body was your personal Judas.

Jake seems to know it, too, his eyes lighting up as he bites his lip, looking down at you with a cocky look you'd normally be tempted to smack off. He looked too damn excited about this, a smile on his face that even you wouldn't be able to smack off. Your eyes are starting to roll, mouth parted open as you reach for his wrist—perhaps to pry him off, perhaps for some sense of support— but it only encourages his hand to thrust into you quicker. You're so wet that droplets are starting to spurt out of you, covering your inner thighs, making a mess as it dribbles between your cheeks, past your rim, and sinks into the fabric. The heel of his palm grinds against your clit, the digits inside of you repeatedly slamming into the spot that even you had trouble reaching.

"Are you gonna cum? This fast?" He snickers at your helpless expression, the way you were trying so hard to keep it at bay. "C'mon, cum for me. Talked all that shit earlier, baby. Cum. You know how much I love proving you wrong."

"No!" You can feel it, that blissful edge, riding it as you tried to hold on to what last bits of dignity you had left.

"Yes," Jake hisses, leaning in, lips so close to yours, eyes drinking in your expression. "C'mon, don't be a baby. This is what consequences look like, sweetheart. Deal with it."

With that you fall of the edge, pussy spasming around his fingers as your back arches, your moan bouncing off the walls. Jake moans with you, feeling how tightly you squeeze his fingers, imagining what it'll be like when he makes you do it on his cock next.

"Aw, are you seriously crying?" Jake laughs, watching the tears roll down the sides of your face, the orgasm making your legs twitch as he continues pumping his digits inside, wanting it to last as long as it could just so he could see you unravel. "Come closer, let me see."

You squeeze your eyes shut and try to turn away, but Jake wrenches your face back to him, forcing you to open your eyes and look back at his gleeful expression.

He's breathing hard, the sight of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks making him hard to a nearly painful level. He thought he might cum just from looking at your expression. "Fuck, I want to cum on your face when you cry like this for me."

He smacks your cheek twice, not hard enough to hurt, but degrading enough for you to feel reprimanded. You feel so weak after your orgasm, almost like you're floating, in a different headspace entirely. One that automatically listened to Jake's voice now.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs wider. That's it. Look at you being good for me for once."

Jake moves down your body, pulling up your shirt to see your tits. You're still gasping for breath, mind up in the clouds, you can't even think anything of it now that he exposed more of you. The embarrassment you should feel has now drifted into the ether with you, ready to be brought down at Jake's whim.

Jake hooks his arms under your thighs, spreading you more and dragging you closer. He folds the blanket in half once more and settles it beneath your hips, keeping them lifted for him, your pussy presented for him like a meal at a five star restaurant.

"If I knew this was all it took to break you, I would've done it years ago."

His thumb runs over your folds, slowly circling over your clit, your thighs quivering once more from the remnants of your sensitivity. You blink away the tears still at the corners of your eyes, slowly being brought back down to Earth, Jake's gentle caresses grounding you back into your body.

Jake hums, seeing you slowly come to, already missing the blank look in your eyes that was now fading away.

He'd have to make up for that.

Ducking his head down, he lifts one of your thighs, opening his mouth and burying his teeth into the flesh.

You yowl, trying to sit back up and stop him, but he effortlessly slams your torso back into the couch, glaring at you as he sinks his teeth in deeper.

"You fucking dog!" You half screech, half moan, panting as you see his mouth lift off of you, spit connecting from the meat of your thighs to his bottom lip before snapping off into nothing.

Clearly your attitude hasn't completely faded away the way Jake had hoped. But he could work with this. The more bitchiness was left, the more there was to break. And boy, is he having fun breaking you.

"God, you're such a fucking brat," he practically moans, licking at the bite marks left behind, mouthing at them like he wants to do it again. "Taste way too good for one, too."

That's his que to bury his mouth elsewhere, quickly diving in and licking at your folds. You gasp, feeling him everywhere, his pretty hands pulling you in closer to him, like he wanted to drown in you.

His tongue left no part of you untouched, licking and sucking wherever was available, eating you whole. You couldn't help but keen, grinding your sex against his face, his big nose rubbing against your clit as he moaned into you. He digs his tongue as deep into your pussy as he could, trying to drink every drop, making out with your cunt before he ever even kissed your lips.

You bury your hands in his hair, trying to keep him locked in place, as though there was anywhere else he'd rather be. You swear you hear a whine muffled against you with how hard you're pulling. He's shoving his nose further against your clit now, unhinging his jaw as much as he can to bury his tongue in your snatch.

One of his hands lets go of your thigh, prodding at your entrance as his mouth travels back up to your clit, sucking it harshly as he slips in three fingers this time.

"You're so fucking wet," Jake gasps for a moment. "Fuck, I want to die here."

He's drilling his fingers deeper into you, slamming them back up into the same spot as before. You look down at him, his eyes closed tight as he focuses on tasting you, like he was truly savoring the meal laid out before him.

His eyes open, the eye contact intense as he locks in on your gaze, mouth still working you as he squeezed your thigh harder. You see him smirk up at you as he takes a long lick up the entirety of your cunt. Part of this felt like a dirty, wet dream. Never in your wildest fantasies had you been able to so clearly picture Jake between your thighs, eyes staring up at you from behind your pussy as he lapped and sucked at you with absolute greed.

He sucks on your clit harder, tongue messy as he buries his face as deep as he can against you. He groans when you tug his hair harder, heels digging against his back.

"F-Fuck, I'm close!" you sob.

As soon as you say the words, Jake's mouth is off of you, his fingers slowly down their pace by half a second. "Apologize," he demands.

You scrunch your brows together, squeezing your thighs to try to pull him back against you. "What?" He doesn't relent, not budging an inch, his fingers slowing down even more now, threatening to take away your orgasm.

"Apologize or I'm edging you all fucking night. I fucking mean it," Jake says through gritted teeth, spitting on your cunt and smearing it in with his thumb.

"No, f-fuck that bitch," you whine petulantly, shaking your head, pride clouding logic. "I d-don't even—"

"No, not for that," Jake clarifies, jabbing his fingers hard and deep inside again to make you see stars. "You could've dumped the drink on her head for all I care."

You scrunch your brows together, trying to make sense of what Jake wanted you to apologize for. "I-I don't understand—"

"Apologize for trying to leave." Jake's fingers start jackhammering into you again, thumb rubbing spirals, your climax starting to build again. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye. "Say you're sorry."

You bite your lip, toes curling as you feel your second orgasm begin to overtake you. You stare at Jake's angry expression, solely focused on you, like he wanted to see if you'd mean it.

"Apologize or your pathetic little pussy gets nothing from me."

You screw your eyes shut, a whine escaping your throat as you feel it take over you. "I'm sorry!"

Your orgasm slams into you with a brute force, Jake's fingers unrelenting, pushing you as far as you could go as you scream. Your legs shake uncontrollably, and before you know it liquid shoots out of you, coating Jake.

"Fuck!" Jake moans out, watching you squirt all over his couch. His tongue hangs out, trying to catch the droplets that sprayed out of you with each pump of his fingers, dragging the muscle along your quivering sex, the sound of it all positively filthy.

Your back arches, hips bucking against his mouth as he slurps up every bit until there was none, and you're left to writhe with overstimulation against his mouth, like the mind blowing orgasm you had just now wasn't enough for him. It wasn't. He wasn't even close to being sated. If anything it all made him hungrier. He slips his fingers out of you to bury his tongue inside, like a man obsessed. He was making everything messier somehow, smearing your cum all over his cheeks and chin, down to his neck, lapping at you like a ravenous dog.

When he finally felt like he had gotten the last drop, Jake lifts, mouth glistening with your arousal as he looks at you. He's covered in you, remnants of your orgasm all over his beck, cheeks, chin, glossing his lips so they shine pink. You're a mess, sweat beading your hairline, chest heaving like you had just run a marathon, your thigh twitching in his hand.

He licks his lips, breathing just as heavily as you. He glares at you again, squeezing your thighs with a rough grip. "You could do that this entire time?"

"J-Jake—"

"And you never told me?" He smacks your sex again, just to hear you squeal. "You selfish bitch."

"I'm sorry!" You moan out the words again, voice practically pitiful.

"Fuck, you sound so good apologizing like that," Jake rasps, hands rubbing up and down your thighs, trying to ground you back to Earth. Back to what's next.

You pull him in closer, grabbing him by the shirt and hugging onto him, gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging in and raking across whatever was available. He lets you, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. He kisses along the column of your neck, and it's almost sweet at first, soothing and tender. But then he starts sucking, leaving marks wherever he could, and it seems like he gets worked up the more he does it. You yelp out when he sinks his teeth in your shoulder, biting and claiming you again, his anger far from forgotten.

"Can't believe you tried to leave me like that," he mutters, hand wrapping around the column of your throat just so he could feel every moan that travelled along it. "You really thought it'd be that fucking easy? Not a chance."

You mewl, tugging him closer, wanting to feel his body further pressed against you. The fact that Jake was more upset about the fact you were about to leave, than anything with the girl, was enough to make you want to cry all over again.

"Fucking mine." He bites you again, feeling how you delightfully squirm underneath him, but take it nonetheless. He couldn't wait to see how these would show up in the morning. "You really thought you could just let me go, huh?" His blood boils as he recalls it. "I'm not letting you. Ever. Got that?"

You nod, gasping as he licks the bite marks he left on you. "I'm sorry," you whisper quietly.

"Yeah?" He kisses your shoulder one more time before bringing his face to yours, so close, hands squeezing your thighs again. "You can make it up to me then."

"How?"

"Let me fuck you," he says, grinding his chubbed up bulge against your bare sex. "Let me feel how this pussy cries for me the way you do."

You nod, hands pawing at his clothes, wanting to see him just as bare and vulnerable as he had you. "Want you to fuck me, Jake," you beg. "Please."

"Look at you. Not so bitchy now, huh?" Jake coos, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before tugging his shirt off, finally exposing some part of himself to you. You're not given much time to admire his abs and bare shoulders, his fingers working quickly to tug his belt and pants off, shucking them away before pulling his cock out of his boxers.

You tried not to think much about Jake's dick before today, but it was definitely a lot larger than you had allowed yourself to imagine. Suddenly you were unsure if two orgasms and three fingers was enough to prep you, especially with how rough Jake's shown himself to be.

Your concern must've been evident in your eyes, because Jake's cocky grin is returning. "Still think I'm disappointing, baby?" He presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, rubbing it up and down your folds, getting his dick wet. "Still think I can't fuck you right?"

You struggle to come up with the proper words, lips parting open as you feel him slowly begin to push into you.

"No answer? Still wanna be a little bitch? Tch. Fine." He glowers at you as the tip fully reaches inside. He leans down, lips barely brushing yours, looking you in the eye. "You can be my bitch then."

He plunges into you completely, shoving his cock in you as deep as it could go, tip hitting a sweet spot not even your favorite dildos had managed to discover yet.

Both of you moan at the feeling.

"Fuuuuuuck, you feel so fucking good. Oh my god. Fuck, why didn't we do this before? Can't believe I put up with your bitchiness all this time without this." He hisses under his breath, not giving you times to adjust before he's pulling his hips back and slamming back into you. "This almost makes it worth it."

You feel so completely full with the way Jake was buried in you to the brim, your eyes rolling back every time his cock hit that part of you that knocked the breath out of your lungs.

"Hhh— I can't— I can't believe you're actually fucking me this good," you manage to gasp out, finding it hard to articulate a sentence with how Jake was pounding into you.

"Yeah?" He can't help but grin at that. "You like that, baby? Fuck, look at you."

Your fingers wrap around his forearms, both of his hands pressed into the cushion beneath you to steady himself. You grip onto him like a vice, both with your hands and your cunt, like you didn't want to let him go.

"So fucking good," you moan.

"I can't believe you feel like this," Jake pants, forehead pressing against yours, eyes looking down to where you both connected, his hips repeatedly slamming against yours. "Fuck, look at me. Don't want you to ever forget who makes you feel this good."

You stare up at him, your best friend of over a decade, the way his pupils are dilated and his lips are parted open to let out every moan and gasp that escaped him. He looks so fucking good like this. You clench on the spot.

"Still think you can leave?" Jake gasps into your open mouth. "Still think you can walk away like this is nothing?"

You try to answer, but Jake makes it difficult, cock spearing itself into you at a force that made it hard for you to even speak.

"I'll fuck you every day if that's what it'll take. Make you addicted this dick. You'll never even think about pulling that shit again," Jake continues, slowing down to grind his pelvis against yours, keeping his dick deep and pressing exactly where you need.

"I said I was sorry!" You sound like such a spoiled brat right now, but you can't help it. You were getting so close and now Jake's keeping you on the edge again, determined to break you all night if he has to.

"Yeah?" He pulls out of you, grabbing onto your hips and dragging you along as he sits on the couch, having you straddle him. "Make it up to me then. Ride me."

Your legs tremble like a newborn fawn's as you try to steady yourself, gripping onto his shoulders as you adjust your position. He stares up at you, partially amused, partially admiring. You grab his wet cock, slick with your cum, and align it with where you need him most. You try to sink down on it, but it's much slower than when Jake bullied his way into your pussy.

Jake hisses as he feels your wet heat envelop him one inch at a time. "C'mon. Fucking use me." He slaps your ass hard to make you move faster, the echo reverberating across the room. "Use me like you do every other fucking moment of our lives."

You sink down a bit further, the rough edge of his voice and the twinge of anger still left behind still making you wet.

He presses his hand against your stomach, below your belly button, prodding you on. "You want me right here, don't you? Want me deep in that pussy where I belong."

You nod desperately, already missing the feeling of his cock pressed against your cervix. "Need it so bad."

"Act like it then, slut. Use me to get off."

You whimper, trying to fit more of him inside you, lifting your hips and trying to readjust slightly to make it easier.

"Need help, baby?"

Fuck, the new nickname was enough to drive you crazy. You weren't sure if you'd ever get used to it. That was, if he decided to keep calling you that after this.

"No," you say through gritted teeth, determined as you start to sink down on him.

"Hmm, alright." Jake hums, content to watch you struggle as you slowly slide onto him. It isn't until your clit is flush against his pelvis that you even breathe. Jake exhales too, proud of how you managed to take him in all on your own. "Fuck, that's my girl."

You start to grind against him, getting used to the feeling of him being inside you at this angle. Fuck. You couldn't wrap your head around it. Jake Sim literally had his dick inside of you, he knew what it felt like to have you cum around his fingers, to have you gush against his cock. You never would've guessed.

Jake holds onto your waist, moving you against him as you swivel your hips, your little gasps and groans absolutely adorable. He grins.

"You're so cute like this. I never thought you'd be this desperate for it."

Your cheeks burn at how he still thinks you're cute when taking his dick; in an effort to make him become just as undone as you are, you start to lift your hips, trying to gain rhythm.

"C'mon, bounce harder. Ride me like you mean it. Show me why I should keep you around after all the shit you put me through," Jake teases, hands squeezing your waist harder, but not helping you in the slightest.

You start to slam your hips harder against him, feeling sink him deeper and deeper inside you, the sound of wet slaps now bouncing against the walls.

Jake moans, the sound heavenly as you rock against him, earning every sound of pleasure he groans into your ear.

"Doing so good for me, baby. Fuck. You make me feel so good."

You don't have nearly as much energy or strength as you'd like, though, the previous two orgasms that were ripped from you now showing their consequences. Your face is practically pitiful as you try desperately to bounce hard and fast, the same way Jake slammed into you, but your determination could only do so much.

Jake can see you getting tired, your poor thighs shaking, your pace slowing down.

"Ready to admit you need help?" he questions. "You want me to take over? You need me?"

You suck in a breath, resting your forehead against his shoulder before giving a small nod.

"Say it."

"I need you," you admit, mumbling quietly against his skin. "Please, Jake."

Jake doesn't say anything, just moves his hands down to your hips and lifts you up.

And then it starts all over again.

He's slamming you back down over and over again, thrusting up into you like he had been holding back from it this entire time. His balls slap against your ass as he pounds you, tits bouncing in his face. He groaned, leaning in to latch onto one of your exposed nipples, biting down just to hear you scream.

"Jake!" You cry out as he continues to suck, opening his mouth as though he were trying to fit as much into it as possible.

He sucked harder, tongue swirling around it before he let go with a pop, his brutal thrusts never slowing. "Fuck, you look so good just taking it. Should make you into my little pillow princess."

"I'm—I'm not—"

"Yeah you are," Jake laughs. "Want me to do everything like always. Fucking spoiled."

One of his hands moves down, thumb circling your clit. He was desperate to have you cum around his dick this time. He had to have it. Maybe five times in a row, preferably.

"Always telling me what to do. Now look at you. Taking my cock like a good little slut."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You curse, falling against his shoulders as you try to hold on, gripping and scratching at the skin beneath until it turned red. You were going to cum a third time at this rate, and Jake hadn't even cum once. "I'm gonna— I can't—!"

He really made you his bitch.

"You can't take it?" He thrusts harder, laughing at the small, weak sound that escapes you. "Too bad."

"I'm... I'm...!"

"Fuck!" Your back bends like a bow against him as you come, tits pressed against his chest as you hugged on for dear life. It's such a mess. Jake can feel you drip down to his balls, his inner thighs getting coated, the blanket he was sitting on undoubtedly dirtied, too. His lips press against your ear, letting you feel the vibrations as he moaned against you, heavy breaths and deep grunts as he felt your cunt flutter and choke his cock for all it was worth.

You tremble in his hold as Jake wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tightly against him as he continued pumping himself into you, letting you ride it out until you crumple in his arms, limp and spent.

Jake finally slows down to a still, quick breaths being buried in your hair as he presses a small kiss against the side of your head, hand rubbing up and down your back.

You feel the deep rumble in his chest as he chuckles at your fucked out state. "Fucked you good, huh? You still with me, baby?"

You try to slow your breath, mind not fully situated. He practically fucked your brains out, how could he expect you to form a coherent sentence? You're barely even there right now.

"You haven't even kissed me yet." The words are so quiet. You wonder for a second if Jake even heard you.

Based on how his entire body went still beneath you, you guess he did.

Jake lifts your head from his shoulders, hand on your jaw before he slams his lips against yours, slow and deep. You moan into it, feeling yourself melt against him. He kisses you with such passion, like he wanted to for years. Like he didn't just ruin you within an inch of your life.

"Fuck, you're right," he says, kissing you again, mumbling the words against your lips. "Should've kissed my baby first. Should've kissed you years ago."

You both stay like that, entwined in each other, lips moving languidly as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand slides up from your jaw to the back of your head, tangling into your hair, angling you so he can kiss you deeper. His arm hugs you tighter against him, impossibly closer, like he is afraid of any space between you despite the fact his hard cock was still buried deep inside you.

Jake is a phenomenal kisser as it turns out. Should've been expected. He's phenomenal in all things, sex especially it seems.

Without breaking the kiss or pulling out of you, he's laying you back on the couch, not giving either of you a chance to take a breath or break. It's like he can't get enough.

His hips start moving again, a slow, circular grind as he fucks you.

"C'mon, tell me you love me," he gasps against your lips, begging. "Go on."

"Jake—"

"I already know you do." His kiss gets messier now, licking all over you, in your mouth, on your mouth, everywhere, his desperation showing as he starts fucking you harder. "Fucking say it."

You whimper, unable to answer as he shoves his tongue in your mouth again, swallowing whatever response you could've given.

Jake's words and actions seem to completely dissociated from each other, his thrusts getting rougher and sloppier, just like his kiss, his frustration showing when you don't answer despite the fact it was his fault you couldn't.

Finally he lifts his head, spit connecting your lips as he stares you in the eye, admiring that blissful, fucked out look that was creeping back onto your face. He reaches down again to pinch your clit, like that'd force the answer out of you. "Stop being such a stubborn bitch and admit it."

"I love you!" You gasp out, feeling your final orgasm of the night approach.

"Fuck." Jake collides his lips with yours again, his hips quickening as he is about to cum. "I love you too. Fuck. Love you so much."

You moan into his mouth as he greedily took each one. He clung onto you like you were a lifeline, his hand moving quicker to bring you to the edge one more time with him.

"Promise me you'll never leave me," he pants. "Promise. You're mine. Promise me."

"I promise!" You moan out the words, your fourth and final climax finally washing over you.

Jake doesn't last much longer after that, moaning into your mouth as he buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching inside of you before painting your insides white, filling you with as much cum as he could manage. He gives shallow thrusts until his orgasm finished, but stays inside of you, both of you trying to catch your breath, tangled up so much in each other it seemed impossible to separate.

Maybe that's what it had been all along.

He presses his forehead to yours, his bangs damp with sweat, lips still parting with every quick breath. He stares at you in disbelief, the hardness of his cock no longer pushing the goal of ruining you beyond repair.

Now you were left with the aftermath.

You couldn't believe the two of you just did that.

Jake studies your reaction, as though trying to ascertain whether or not you regretted it. Slowly, he leans in and kisses you again. It wasn't like the other kisses. This was softer, more vulnerable, like this was him testing the waters. Ironic considering how he dove in headfirst earlier.

You kiss him back, the feeling tender, sweet.

"I love you," he whispers softly. He presses another small kiss to your cheek, and then your forehead. "I love you."

He says it over and over again, littering small pecks across your face until you feel tears spring to your eyes.

You cling onto him closer, letting him bury his face in your hair as you hug him. "I'm sorry," you quietly say. "I'm sorry for everything."

"Shh, it's ok." He kisses away a tear, wiping the other with his thumb. "Everything's going to be fine. We'll figure it out together."

"Really?" Your voice sounds so weak, so small.

"Of course." He looks at your face again, brushing your hair aside. "Was I too rough on you?"

"No. Not at all."

"I just... fuck..." He drops his head down to your collarbone, as though trying to hide his embarrassment. "I didn't think our first time— I thought— I wanted it to be more— not—"

"You were perfect," you interrupt. "It was better than I ever imagined."

He slowly lifts his head, big, puppy dog eyes looking into yours. "Really?"

You give an affirmative nod. "Really. So much better."

He ducks his head back down, as though processing your words, before giving a tiny nip to your collarbone.

You squeal, wriggling underneath him. "Ah! No more biting, you animal. I'm going to look like I was attacked by a beast when we wake up."

You pretty much had been.

"You will," Jake laughs with you, raising back up to give a quick peck to your lips. "But you like it, don't you?"

You smile, staring up at him adoringly, pressing your lips to his again to return the favor. "I do. A lot."

He melts in your embrace, kissing you again and again like he couldn't believe he got to do this with you. "Me too."

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