⋆. 𐙚 ˚⊹ ♡ draft cleanse project - jacob bae , blow job n grinding
pairing: idol ! jacob x fem!gf reader
plot line: your boyfriend comes home after finishing his schedule as a radio show host, he seems stressed, his jaw tight and his eyelids droopy. he gives you those meany eyes that turn you into mush in a heartbeat….. in the mood of being a good girl and please him.
smut tags: thigh riding, oral fixation, corruption kink ish, making out, heavy petting, cumming from grinding, (heavy !! ) degrading, cock drunken, bimbo ish behavior, ball licking, lots of smelling, dumb for cock, cock obsessed whore, in love with your beautiful man (and his cock duh), mentions of being pounded from behind ass up face down, mentions of being devoted to your boyfriend (and his cock), mentions of genuinely loving to have your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth. degrading names such as slut and whore. jacob adores his little cock hungry girl <333
author’s note: this one's quite nasty - but in a hot way. deliciously raw and honest. [ lowercase intended, NO edited nor proofread. ]
from the sofa, you heard the door lock click open. the soft thud of an almost empty backpack being placed on the floor, keys tossed into a bowl above the shoe rack. the sound of a jaded sigh lingers in the air for a whole of three minutes, heavy with the weight of the burdensome stuff that the day has brought with it.
jacob soon appears in the corridor, his eyes finding your figure fast enough. he puts on his best face, his most convincing smile at this point in the day being a tight-closed-lipped one. with heavy shoulders he approached you, collapsing on the sofa, next to you. his eyes glinting with delight once he realized you’re dressed in one of his sweatshirt.
he stared you down and up, checking you out. giving you those same heavy lidded eyes he gives you whenever he’s tired - tired of everything, done with everything, but you. his warm, brown eyes that usually evoke pureness, darkened. his demeanor shifts, his aura suddenly feels more dominant - it turns you on in a heartbeat.
you’re not sure how or who started it, but truthfully, neither of you care in the slightest. not right now when he’s suddenly all over you and you’re all over him.
the soft fabric of your velvety pajama shorts and panties so thin he can feel you throb against his thigh, a devilish smile stretching his mouth wide at the feeling. his fingers cradle your chin making you stare right into his eyes clouded with pure, raw desire. “you want it that bad, huh?” he asked softly. the caress of his warm breath on your face so intimate it makes you whine and shudder.
jacob is delighted to say the least. he absolutely loves it when you get this needy for your mouth to be oh so full of him. taking him oh so deep down your throat that your eyes can’t help but water and your spit runs freely down the corners of your mouth.
and god that look in your eyes - so freaking gone, so entirely bewitched by the feeling of his cock in your mouth. he loves it. he loves it so much. having you turn stupid, empty of thoughts that don’t involve his thick, heavy cock - and just him in general, from his hands in your hair to the sounds he makes, his taste, his smell, every sense of yours entirely occupied and focused on him.
him. him. just him. jacob, jacob, jacob.
“i’ll tell you what..” he started, fingertips rubbing on your scalp before his fingers tangled in your locks to pull slightly at your roots, “make yourself cum on my thigh and i’ll let you blow me. yeah?”
how can you say no to that?
your lips caught his in a needy kiss. jacob knows you’re dying to have your mouth full so he allows his tongue do the trick. you moan into his mouth, your hand palming his cock over his boxers as you grind your pussy on his thigh, wet and puffy with need. you keep going, empty headed, kissing him carelessly as you drag yourself on him, your knee pressed to his crotch. body temperature high, nipples pebbled under the fabric of his cotton sweatshirt.
his hands busy roughing, groping your flesh with no shame at all, placing itselfs on your lower back and side of your thigh too close to your ass. his fingers gripping you so tight your skin turns red in the shape of him. his calloused skin contrasting to your softer, smoother one.
every fiber of your being, aroused. burning with desire. you feel the high approach, building fast speeded until it crashes messily. the promise of thick, heavy cock in your mouth is what serves as a last push.
your body convulsed against him, back arched and knuckles turning white as you cling to the collar of his grayish denim jacket for dear life and moan right above his lips. eyes closed tightly as your pussy throbs and clenches achingly around nothing. emptiness, that lack of stretch - of that delicious stretch his girthy cock gives you.
his name fell from your lips over and over and over as you rode your high — seemingly being the only thing on your mind.
spent from the high you allowed yourself a moment of rest, your head finding place on his shoulder as your breath evens. your fingers slowly starting to let go of his jacket, instead finding entertainment in the silver chain hanging on his neck, your body relaxing as it finds comfort in his hold and soothing presence as he also allows you a moment to yourself.
then, the fire ignited again. you moaned softly, nose pressed against the soft skin of his neck, breathing him in, drugging yourself with his natural scent and the faint remains of his lavender body wash. your lips started to pamper the side of his neck with kisses, just enough of your spit leaving trail on his skin to make him shudder whenever your breath fans over the wet spots. slowly you work your way down, down to the prize, messily and carelessly kissing his chest and stomach over his black tank top as he spreads his thighs further for you.
when you reach your goal you can’t help but moan. your cunt clenching with desire, lips and hands quivering oh so slightly, but he notices. he notices all. he notices the hunger with which you kiss his cock over the stretchy fabric of his boxers, he notices how you bury your face on his groin just to breath his scent in, just to feel the warmth radiating off of him. he notices the natural red ish tint on your cheeks, and the way your mouth salivates. the way you moan loud, proud and clear for his ears to hear when his cock finally springs free.
and then it starts, your dumb babbling about how much you love his cock as you kiss it all over.
you’re being too messy, acting too empty in the head - just a dumb, dumb, needy cock-whore in love with her boyfriend’s cock and everything it has to give her - you should feel embarrassed, but you don’t in the slightest. your only care right now is to let jacob know how grateful for his cock you are, how much you love it. all you want to do right now is to deep throat him until he shoots a fat load of his seed on your tongue with so much carelessness that some of his cum ends on your face too.
you want to stroke his ego to death so later on he has no choice but to dick-you-down so good you get too see white before everything turns black as you lowkey pass out from how hard he makes you cum. ass up, cheek smudged against the sheets as he pounds you from behind, just the way he likes to fuck his darling. he does it whenever you won’t stop praising his cock, it’s his way of repayment. the minimum he should be giving you back.
little love bites on his inner thighs that make him curse under his breath, your mark on him. your nose pressed against the underside of his dick as your lips and tongue show his balls some love, your fingers curl around the upper part of his length to stroke him. tip red as fuck, a single vein bulging out from pure need, a thick bead of pre cum resting calmly at the very top before it gets fully pushed out by more pre cum.
he starts leaking down your fingers. you make your way up, with just your tongue. staring straight into his eyes as you lick his pre cum off of the back of your fingers. smiling prettily at him as you show him your tongue, his pre cum mixed with your spit.
almost too sweet for the position you find yourself in. too loving, your eyes clouded with pure, raw devotion for him and his cock - the sight makes his heart purr in his chest.
cause’ dear god… would it be a lie to say that he doesn’t loves it. that he doesn’t wholeheartedly adores the way you so willingly reduce yourself to nothing but a cock hungry slut - the best part? for him and him only.
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