𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， jake loves you too much to take his glasses off
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“jake— are you seriously— with your glasses on?”
jake looks up at you from between your thighs and if you weren’t already undone, seeing his lips glisten and his chin damp would’ve done the trick. his glasses cling low to the bridge of his nose, the black frames fogging with his breath.
“what?” he grins, and you find it infuriatingly endearing. “i need to see what im doing.”
“theyre fogging up!”
you try to press a giggle back, jake is funny sometimes. “they’re fine.”
he lowers his head to your core and you forget your complaints when his tongue glides flat and heated over your folds, dipping neatly inside.
you fall back onto the bed, fingers tangling in jake’s hair as he makes a humming sound against you, the vibrations sends sparks up your spine.
jake is good at this, always has been, but tonight he’s showing off. his tongue traces slow circles around you before flicking at your opening and dragging up, seeking out the place where you need him most.
“oh”, you whine. “oh fuck.”
“the clitoris”, he says against you, pulling his head back enough to meet your gaze, eyes becoming glossy as if he wants something more. “did you know it has over eight thousand nerve endings? the most of any part of the human body.”
“jake.” you threaten, fingers finding his temple as he continues to suck gently on your clit, his other hand splayed over the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“its educational,” he teases.
you laugh, a high pitched giggle that turns into a moan when jake sucks your clit into his mouth. your hips buck upwards as he braces himself over you.
“you’re such a nerd,” you manage to say through your moans.
“you are dating a nerd,” he says against your skin. “you knew what you were getting into.”
jake eases two fingers into you as you groan, your head falling back. he uses the stretch of his fingers to find the place deep inside you that makes your whole body twitch. his fingers are long and beautifully angled, curling in just the right way to send another pulse of sensation through you.
“see?” he murmurs, his mouth pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “angles and vectors, all geometry.”
“shut up,” you gasp, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as you try to catch your breath. “ah— jake!”
“the g-spot is actually part of the clitoral structure,” he says, his fingers sliding in and out as his mouth finds your core again. “it all connects.”
“jake, i swear—”
“did you know that the clitoris is shaped like a wishbone?” he asks, tracing slow patterns along you with his tongue, working you over from bottom to top. you forget what you were about to say when he begins rolling his tongue over your clit in fast, shallow strokes.
you are so close, already writhing, and jake knows it, he always knows it. he knows your body the way he knows his textbooks, every little sound and reaction to a chapter he memorizes with devotion.
“you’re gonna come for me, baby?”
jake asks, his voice thick with something between amusement and need as his tongue skates over your thigh. “on my face? are you really going to do it? let’s test it, shall we?”
“your— fuck, glasses—!”
“forget the glasses.”
they are completely fogged over now, all opaque. its absurd, really, the way his tongue flicks over you in short bursts while his fingers curl inside you, making you dizzy with need. you can barely focus on what he says next.
“take them off,” you whine, practically begging. “jake— ”
“cant, im too busy recalling the theory of..” he says, practically purring. you find yourself laughing and whimpering at the same time.
“that doesnt even— thats not how it—”
“maybe physics isnt my strongest subject.” jake sighs dramatically before his tongue licks insistently at your folds, his fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. he manages to ignore the fog on his glasses long enough for you to climax, shuddering and whimpering his name as your thighs shake on either side of his head. jake hums against your skin.
“come on, baby,” he groans, voice rough. “let me taste it. let me have it.”
“ah— jake!”
“i’ve got you. i’ve got you.”
your orgasm rolls over you, until you are gasping your release into the air, your back arching violently. your fingers dig into jakes scalp, his hair splayed out on either side of your hips. jake licks at you determinedly until your whimpers die down, your body limp, exhausted.
you push his head away weakly.
jake grins, finally lifting himself off of you, his chin glistening. he peeks up at you, the lenses blurred with condensation.
“see?” he says, sliding them up his nose. “perfectly functional.”
“you can’t see a thing.” you scoff.
“i can see enough, princess.”
jake leans over you, his head hovering just above your torso as he peppering kisses all over your body. you taste yourself on his lips when his glasses press against your cheek, warm and fuzzy.
you lift his head by the back of his skull, kissing him thoroughly before sliding his glasses off his face.
“hey,” he whines, blinking up at you. his lashes cast shadows across his cheeks. jake’s face is softer without the frames.
“i was going for a look.” he mumbles softly.
you raise your eyebrows, “the look was clouded nerd who cant see.”
“hey, that’s a classic aesthetic!”
you laugh, pulling him down on top of you. jake melts against you, kissing your collarbone, his fingers finding the sensitive spot at the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“i could go again,” he murmurs, voice heavy with intent. “we could run another trial. for science.”
“for science,” you repeat, laughing when jake’s fingers push into you once more, coaxing another moan from your lips as his glasses sit on the nightstand, forgotten.
스루 ܃ first time uploading smut im so scared TT could be my last too idk. but i would LOVE some feedbacks / suggestions on it tho! will kiss u heh :3
➤ STARING AT YOUR PICTURES WISHING I WAS WITH YOU!
the feeling of when ⌯⌲ jake has developed a crush on his boss for the past three years. the patience he's endured, the secrets he's kept quiet in his chest, the smiles that buried the deprivation he craves. does the life he want plays out for him? or does he watch you wither away by another?
pairing ⌯︎⌲ employee!simjaeyun x bossfem!reader
warning ⌯⌲ 18+, smut, mdni, pinv!, yearner!jake, golden retriever energy, angst, kissing, office romance, mixed signals, a bit of comedy...?(I tried to be funny 😗), softdom!jake, unprotectedsex!, cheating, sexual content, clothedsex!
now playing ⌯︎⌲ the feeling by steve lacy
lolli's notes ⌯︎⌲ i was rewatching the office and I just love jim and pam so much, inspired by them!....it got me thinking about yearner!jake...
employee!jake ⌯︎⌲ very efficient at his job, mild mannered and a bit of playful guy. in the workforce, he is known as the golden retriever. sometimes he is out of the office, making deliveries but most days, he's around.
"hello! this is jake from the ROUTE delivery service, how may i help you today!"
employee!jake ⌯⌲ gets calls from ladies who want to ask him out, wondering where their deliveries are or if him specifically, will be delivering it.
"im sorry to say ma'am, unfortunately i do not come with your package but ensure that your package will be there on time!."
"i- oh! ma'am i can't accept that as payment."
"hello this is jake from ROUTE delivery service— ma'am? yes, I deliver the packages but I am not apart of it—"
employee!jake ⌯⌲ many of his coworkers find him or describe him as a ball of energy or a ray of sunshine.
"jake's pretty cool, very energetic — i wonder where he gets the energy from."
"he's a chill guy but he spends a lot of time at the boss's office, which is….i don't know….kind of suspicious.
"what do I think about jake? well — ummm, he's a great guy but you know, i do this game of how many times he chills around our boss and from what i know, he always glances at her direction before heading into her office. so weird."
"jake? I don't know how he has so much energy at this miserable job."
"he gets calls from ladies and i can hear what they say from a mile away. they either ask if he's apart of the package or they want 'something' from him, i don't know what that 'something' is but overall he is a great guy!"
employee!jake ⌯⌲ who has a huge crush on his boss, everyone has their suspicions but nobody really cares that much. aside from how every morning jake comes with two cups of coffee, he looks for you whenever it's lunchtime and he always offers if you wanted to eat with him, you always turned him down since your husband would always pick you up for lunch.
liam.
he envied him so much but he couldn't hate him, not when he brings a smile to your face.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ who's loved you ever since he started working here which was 3 years ago. for the longest time, he's watched you from afar, wishing that one day, maybe there was a chance with you.
he remembers the first time he sat down for the interview and the speech he had planned for weeks, suddenly disappeared. he kept stuttering and was incredibly nervous, lucky for him, you understood the pressure he was in.
"take a deep breath, hold it for a few seconds and let it out, once you've done a few times, talk with me when you're ready." his bold boba eyes look up at you like a lost puppy— you had to admit he looked cute.
not the point.
you watched him take a few deep breaths, watching his chest rise and fall gently, a bit shaky but he seemed pretty peaceful. you noticed his cute fluttering eyelashes as they remain shut as he focused on every breath while his teeth were latched onto his bottom lip. you caught yourself staring at how angelic he looked, a soft satin skin, plump flush coloured lips almost resembling a heart. they looked so kissable, you wondered how they would feel in other places that weren't your lips—
his eyes opened slowly as he took one last deep breath like he was about to change into a new person.
and with just a snap, he nailed the interview.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ after a few months, you started noticing how he followed you around like a lost puppy. at this point, he was basically your secretary even though you already had one. he was very energetic and prancing around your office like he was begging to be let in.
"yes? who is it?" you shuffled through some papers, scanning through each one as the door retracted a soft knock.
"it's jake."
"come in." you say.
"hey boss!" he closes the door behind him and judging by his enthusiastic tone, you could picture the doe eyed jolly look on his face.
"hi jake, do you need something?" you flipped through the papers, not making eye contact with him.
he fidgets, something he does whenever he's bored or he has something to say. "n-no, i was wondering if you need help with anything. I finished up with a few customers a few hours ago and no one was called me for quite a while. and there hasn't been complaints about the delivery service." he pushes the bridge of his glasses while he watches your face furrow with frustration.
"oh! i also got you some coffee! a vanilla latte with whipped cream!" he places the hot cup on your desk and you look up at him to find a dorky smile on his face. "how do you know i like this?"
"well….i may have overheard your conversations with liam once…and you've always said you liked sweet things like how whipped cream always makes your day a little better or how you go to the secretary's desk to grab the jelly beans whenever you're pre-occupied with paperwork." jake flinches into realization.
"uhhh i mean — i'm not a stalker or anything, i just happened to have super sonic hearing and really good vision..." he scratches the back of his head out of embarrassment.
your eyes soften and a slight smile appears on your face when you catch a pink tint on his ears and around his cheeks.
you let out a giggle, flattered by his gesture. "well, thank you jake, that's very sweet of you and since you're here, a little help wouldn't hurt." you smile and he blushes — hard.
and it has been the same routine for the past three years.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ who was so easy to talk to, he was such a weight off your shoulders, a breath of fresh air — at this rate, you've seen him as a friend.
"do you got any plans for the holidays?" he walks into your office as you packed your things.
"I did but liam cancelled our date last minute so I was probably going to chill out at home."
"well do you want to hang out? everyone is planning on going on a boat cruise and I was wondering if you like to come…?" he clutches his strap on his bag, dragging his thumb up and down on the rough fabric. jake looks at you with a shy expression and a signature pink tint on his ears.
"i'd like that." you smile and as he returned one that warmed up your heart a little more.
🐾
"this is nice….thanks for inviting me."
"of course, didn't want you spending your holiday alone." he smiles, watching how your eyes shine and accentuate as your lips curved into a slight smile. there's a brief silence, the quiet tension makes him want to voice out.
"sometimes I don't understand him."
"what do you mean?"
"I feel like he's a person that I've never seen before and sometimes he feels so distant. but i know he loves me and i love him but i just feel walked all over i guess."
jake watches as you stare off at the sky, the mist from your breath against the cold and the way your nose turns more pink. you were distracted to notice how he looked at you like you were worth more valuable than the rarest gem, and he hated to admit that all he wanted to do was feel your cold silken lips against his, fluttering with warmth.
"jake? is something wrong?" you look at him in confusion. jake realizes he hasn't stop staring and starts stumbling on his words.
"uhh nothing! just umm —- spaced out for a second." he smiles.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ every morning coffee's, the occasional knocks on your door or the mysterious sticky notes filled with sweet talks from an anonymous gifter.
sometimes you get flowers and jake would just smile from his desk when you find a bouquet. but the moment hurts his heart when you thought your gifts were from liam.
though liam's puzzled face only stirs with confusion, he plays along.
employee!jake: during a company party, you announce you were getting engaged in three months.
"hi everyone, I know you guys have been working very hard these past few years and I wanted to invite you all to the wedding you have been hearing about for months now because I am getting engaged!"
everyone cheered for you, the overlapping claps, the smiles plastered onto many faces — but the most energetic person in the room showed irony, a smile that seemed natural on his face was nowhere to be found.
for the first time, the room felt suffocating, the noise became something that masked his emotions — the feeling of his heart stabbing through his chest, the sting of tears glossing over his eyes as he watched you — kissing the man who he resented. he's seen this scene thousands of times but this specific moment hurt him more than he anticipated.
jake sat at the nearest table, staring off into the distance while everyone congratulated you. he couldn't even be sad, not when your smile was the only thing warming his heart because that was all he wanted to see. even if he had to see you bloom in a world he could only watch from a distance.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ who confessed on the day before your wedding.
three months have passed by since you've announced a date for your engagement. as those were the happiest times, to jake, it was one of the most draining months he's ever had.
he fiddles with the envelope that he addressed to you, remembering how he wrote words he wouldn't dare say to you out loud. for the longest time, he's had a crush on you from the first time he saw you. from the beginning, he would've passed it off as a simple crush that only lasted for a few weeks.
but then weeks turned into months and months turned into years.
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it was the 30th anniversary of ROUTE , corporate decided to hold a celebration. everyone in the branch was either stuffing their face full of food or drowning themselves in alcohol. from a mile away, you can smell the stench on their breaths, sharp and pungent on their tongues. jake however, didn't lift a finger of alcohol. he stared at the beer bottle in his hand, swirling the drenched amber glass and with his weighed down face, he watched the drops of water cascading down the bottle.
he wanted to numb the pain but the stench only irritated him rather than convince him to numb the sting in his chest. he never hated the aroma of alcohol until now, he doesn't know why.
maybe he didn't want his drunk thoughts saying the wrong thing. or he wanted to talk to you while he was sober, wanting to remember your voice in his head when he goes to bed, thinking about how you looked divine and too unreal, or — think about how you would looked the next day.
though he knew you would still look pretty as ever, it never ceases to amaze him.
through the crowd of employees, he always looked for you first and his eyes would never leave you. he watched how an arm was around your waist that only brought a smile to your face and the only thing he could feel was crack in his heart.
he wished every time he blinked, the occurring figure would disappear but it only brought a slight burn in his eyes. he's held back, he's seen this so many times but today decided to be heavy with tension. he heads outside, he lets out the breathe he's been holding in and it stutters.
he couldn't take it anymore. he couldn't contain it, not when it was eating him alive.
"jake..?" he registers your voice, whipping his head around to find a concerned look on your face. "i wasn't able to find you and i got worried. is everything alright?"
"I was just umm—" he pauses and the more he kept quiet and stared at you, the words that were begging to leave his lips, started to leave a bitter taste on his mouth.
"i-i'm in love with you."
"w-what? jake—"
"i'm in love with you. I've always have been."
"i-"
"I just wanted to you hear that."
"jake…"
"I know its unfair for me to be saying and I know that you're my boss and i'm just a guy who works for you. and your wedding is tomorrow but umm — I just wanted you to know— at least from me."
"you know I can't accept it—"
"i know, but it was harder to keep it to myself rather than to keep on loving you, knowing that I wanted to be yours." there's a silent awkwardness that only makes the moment more intense,
"you're a good man jake and—"
"don't do that, don't— do that."
"someone will love you as just the same."
"i wanna be more than that. I wanna mean something to you, not just as an employee but someone you care about."
"jake, you're drunk right now and—"
"how could i love someone else when I've spent years loving you. you are who I want, you are the one who I look for first. you are the one I want to be with.
"i can't."
"i know. i just— wanted you to hear it. i'm sorry for loving you. sorry that i was misinterpreting everything" jake's eyes shine under the moonlit sky, you watch as they try to fight against the tears that were begging to drip down. he couldn't dare look at you, it was too much. too painful to see.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ he finds you in the office, decorations still held up, the lights dimmer than before.
"hey." his soft voice brews through the dark, quiet room.
"hey, didn't expect to see you here." you look at him in surprise, his eyes had a bit of sadness in them.
"yeah i was just getting some air."
"look jake, i'm sorry—" you turned around and before you could process it, jake's lips find yours and his hands automatically set on your waist like a fitted glove — perfectly on your body like he was meant to be yours. for a moment, you wanted to push away but the soft plush of his lips melted your body, craving for more. you felt his grip tighten, pulling you in deeper. the sensation should have made you feel guilty but it was far from it. there's something about it that made you craved for more, the subtle touches that you were used to felt more electrifying the more he deepened into the kiss.
your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, feeling the soft, fluffy skin against yours that ignites a fire within you. you feel his breath shudder every time he parted his lips that tries to calm down his palpitating heart, but it never seemed to work.
for the first time, you've seen him so desperate for something he knows he can't have. but the limits never had a boundary. the way you've drove him into a state he doesn't know if he could ever come back from.
you can feel it, the way he's already falling apart at the slightest touch, almost trembling like he was scared of letting you go. and he doesn't even know if he can when the uncertainty left him thinking of the impossible.
does he have a chance? should he risk the respect he had for you?
does he stay away?
it left him vulnerable, begging for the answer he's been dying to know.
the kiss only lasts for a few seconds, softly departing from yours.
"jake…"
"please….let's just stay like this. I don't want to let go." he held you close and you look up at him, all you could see were secrets that have been held back. the thoughts he was scared to unravel. the closeness he's been dying to feel on his skin. when you haven't shifted your body closer, he backs away from you until at the last second, you couldn't help but you find yourself on his lips again and this time, it became desperate, a bit rougher but still gentle. "i need you so bad." his breathy tone kisses your lips every time they parted, his fluffy eyelashes tickle against your skin and your breath cut short. he backed you up against the edge of his wooden desk, your legs hitting the cold, polished wood that strikes a shiver down your body. jake stands in between, gaining access to your mouth, battling for your taste as the bulge in his pants slightly grazes your skin.
your fingers were glued on his chest, tangled onto the fabric of his collared shirt. his neat form turned messy with the touch of your fingers, his shirt that he neatly tucked in, became a mess he perfectly spent his time trying to look perfect was completely ruined, his hair slightly messy from the shape of your fingers brushing through them and the strong aroma of his subtle tint of fresh, clean, musky scent was replaced by yours, poised onto his skin. his hands run down your figure like he was trying to memorize the shape of you by just the touch. you feel the soft pads of his fingers run down, feeling the shift of his touch as they graze your legs. he lifts one up as he pushes you back more, making you sit on top of the desk.
he pulls away, suddenly with his knees on the carpeted floor and his face situated in between your legs. you feel his hands slip under your dress, grabbing onto the fabric of your panties and he pulls down gently, you shivered as your pussy was greeting the cold air, the fabric loosening beneath you. you feel goosebumps gradually rising up your body as the material tickled softly like a feather on your skin. as they reached towards your feet, jake threw it to the side, discarding away like a piece of garbage.
he presses soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, a heat that leaves his lips makes your body burn with fire. he was inching closer, scrunching the bottom of your dress up to your waist. he looked up at you with gentle glance before his lips touched against your slick coated core.
"a-ahh jake.." you ran your fingers through his hair, gripping tight as you feel every dip and pull of his head. his nose bumps at the bud of your clit, you gasp sharply as he continued to make out with your core. you tilted your head back, your body squirming with sensitivity and the feeling of his lips on yours felt like heaven, your mind didn't swarm with guilt, the dizzying effect of his touch sent shivers straight down your spine. he was so focused, so eager, so desperate to taste the moment he's dreamed of for years. just the sounds of you was enough to set him off.
"fuck…i can't wait any longer" in the span of seconds, he stands up and pulls down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock aching for you. it hovers over your wet pussy, twitching as the pre-cum coats his flushed tip. he looks deep into your eyes, searching for a signal if you wanted this but your expression showed nothing but the same type of desire that he was feeling.
"lie down" he places his palm behind your head as you slowly laid your body flat against the desk. he places your legs on his waist, instinctively wrapping around him as you watch him grab the base and slowly insert his prepped cock into your entrance. he groans as your walls instantly clamped around him, the warm sensation felt like a warm blanket, an invitation to stay.
"i-i'm going to move now…if it's too much, i'll pull away." he places his hands on the desk, near your waist with his head dipped down slightly. your arms gently grip the back of his neck as his eyes never left your face. he begins to move, analyzing the way your lips parted; releasing noises that makes him want to dive deeper. he doesn't tear away from you, he watches every shift of your body, the moment when your lips part or when your faces scrunches whenever he hits a spot that makes you flinch. he looks at you with an expression that just wants the moment to last. for a breath. for a minute longer — anything.
"oh my god, you're beautiful.." he smiles, cherishing every part of you. your hand dips down to his cheek, caressing with your thumb and just as your touch brushes softly on his skin, he melts into it like a puppy falling asleep to head pats. he turns his head, his lips kissing your delicate fingers, streaming along the structure of your arm; planting feverish pecks to your neck until he reaches your lips. it's hot. it's electrifying — it drives him closer to insanity just by the inviting feeling. "you're everything i've ever wanted, more than i've ever dreamt of." he mumbles against your lips and your stomach coiled with a flutter that made you boil with heat. "f-fuck you're so gorgeous." he trembles, his breathing becomes staggered as he punctures deeper.
"i'm getting close.." he plunges deeper into you as he explores the crevices of your mouth. you moan into his mouth with every thrust he makes. "me too." you softly say.
"i'm going to cum…!" he picks up his pace and your arms became tighter around his neck as he dumps his fluid in you. your mind was hazy and your heart was pumping uncontrollably. he pulls out, cum leaking out of your aching hole.
"don't move…I got you." he grabs a tissue from the desk beside him, gently wiping leftover juices from your thighs. he puts your feet into openings of your panties as they brushed against your skin until they settled on your hips.
after a short while, you found yourself in the same position you were, only with jake's body closer to you and his hands settled on your waist.
"are you really going to marry him?" he softly says.
"y-yes. I love him jake…" the guilt just twinges at your chest.
"after all that, you're really going to go through with it tomorrow?"
you nod, and the energy he had, immediately shifts.
"okay…if that's what makes you happy than I'm happy." he caresses your cheek, his softened eyes look at you like you've grown two heads, you couldn't tell if his heart had broken into pieces but the way you look into his eyes, the glimmer that awoke his presence, the light that compliments his soft chocolate orbs glimmered, but only with the tears he swore he wouldn't show.
he didn't want to leave. his fingers interlocked with yours was too addicting to let go. a touch so warm. he wanted the presence of your fingers still lingering on his skin just for a few seconds. he didn't want his hands to be cold when he already found a way for them to be warm.
his fingers detached with yours with a mind of their own and he turned his back, not looking back at you once.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ when you found out he transferred to another branch.
jake, who became a reminiscence, an escape from stress who no longer appeared right in front of you.
the morning latte's, the occasional knocks only became a thing of the past when you stare an empty desk that only you could miss a presence that you cherished more than you realized.
you stare at the blinding gem on your finger, remembering the vows, the promises you crossed your heart to — you started to wonder if this is what you wanted. for the first time, you were unsure of your feelings or maybe you knew what your heart was telling you — and maybe this was your punishment for not realizing sooner.
because it was too late now.
when he finally decided to stay away from you.
lolli's notes ⌯︎⌲ i love jakey poo so much 🥺 hope y'all liked this one!
lolli: you've completed the objective! what's your plan now? before you explore, proceed with caution. flashing lights might appear at times so be prepared in advance. have fun!!!
the second you saw that jake lost his race, you thought you knew what you were in for.
you were prepared for the sulking, the random overthinking sessions, all that. what you weren’t prepared for was your boyfriend fucking you like he hates you.
jake’s always been the softdom type—sweet praise, the one in "control". he still gives you the praise, but his thrusts don’t match the words at allllll.
“f-fuck, jake!” you push at his arm as the fast, hard pace gets overwhelming.
he gently pulls your hand off and laces his fingers with yours instead. “i know, i know,” he murmurs, voice shaky. “just one more round, kay?”
you both know it’s a lie. he said the exact same thing like three rounds ago.
“i was right at the finish line,” he mutters under his breath, hips snapping even faster somehow. “right, baby?” he lifts your chin so you meet his eyes.
“yes!” you moan. he rewards you with a soft kiss.
you keep clenching around him so tight he tilts his head back with a shaky “s-shit, baby.”
he’s a muttering mess now, getting closer. “i—fuck—i shoulda won, huh? you agree, princess? it’s so fuckin’ stupid.”
his pace turns brutal, something in him fully flipped. he releases your hand, grips your hips hard, “turn around, baby.”
you’re too fucked out to move, so he flips you onto your stomach himself.
“jake!” the new angle hits even better somehow. “i said turn around.”
his hand presses your lower back, forcing a deeper arch. “if only i was a little—thrust—fucking—faster,” he groans, each word punctuated by a hard snap that jolts you forward.
tears well up from the overwhelming pleasure. normally jake would kiss them away, but tonight he just smiles. “you crying? i make you feel that fucking good?”
you try to answer but only moan, squirming under him. “jakejakejake—ah fuck!”
“you gonna cum?” he asks, you nod frantically. “c’mon then,” he says between erratic thrusts.
you both cum hard—him shaking on top of you, you squirting all over his stomach and the sheets.
“mmm fuck,” he breathes, low and rough, staring at the mess while still buried inside you. he finally pulls out, slides down, and licks you clean, making eye contact the whole time like always. he finishes with a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.
when he crawls up for a kiss on your lips, you dodge it.
“jake, what the fuck.”
“what?” jake says almost pouting that you dodged his kiss.
“you were kind of rough,” you say, already feeling the soreness settle in.
guilt flashes across his face instantly. “shit, i’m sorry baby.” he pulls you into his arms. “i was just so frustrated about the race.”
you laugh softly. he looks at you, confused. “what?”
“i never said i complained about you being rough.”
“oh…” he rubs slow circles on your shoulder, relaxing a little. “i’m still sorry, baby.” after a beat he adds, “let’s take a bath, okay?”
“okay.” you smile and nod, earning a real smile back from him.
after the bath, you’re both in bed sharing ice cream he door-dashed because he felt terrible (and because it cheered him up too). you notice the disappointment still lingering.
“you know, jake, you did really well at the race.”
“yeah, right.”
“i’m serious!” you swat his arm. “you made it this far. so what if you didn’t win this one? you’ve won so many.”
he stays quiet, scooping more ice cream, so you keep going.
“jake, please don’t let it bother you, or i’ll start pouting and sulking all day just like you do.”
he laughs, lets out a deep sigh, and finally gives you another genuine smile. “alright.”
you lean in for a hug but wince when a sharp ache hits your hip. lifting your shirt reveals dark bruises blooming on your skin.
“did i do that?” jake looks genuinely shocked.
“take a guess.”
“holy shit, i’m so sorry baby.” he’s immediately on you, gently inspecting them. “i’ll get ice.”
“jake, it’s fine!” you call as he scrambles up anyway.
you let him go, smiling to yourself. you’ll let him fuss and baby you all night if it means the race stops weighing on him.
ex for a reason : 23 look at my therapist dawg i’m HEALING
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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺𝖾 : sad goldenpuppy who thinks he’s not worthy of mcs love because he doesn’t view himself as a first option you deserve this let’s heal champ 🫰
GENRE ─ romance. established relationship. intimacy. childhood friends to dating.
synopsis ⟢ you’re in a happy relationship with professional football star — sim jake… but dating an athlete comes with its own challenges, especially when he can’t seem to keep his hands off you.
CONTENT & WARNINGS : sexting (written) explicit sexual content, mature language, consensual intimacy, smut with plot, 18+
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Jake is sprawled across his bed, shirtless and restless, his usual post-practice routine of stretching or gaming abandoned entirely because all he can think about is you. As always. The clock on his nightstand mocks him: 5:47 PM. Only thirteen minutes until your tutoring session ends, and he’s counted every minute like a prisoner.
You’re the schools smartest girl. Top grades, student council president, valedictorian…everything one could aspire to be. Because of this, the school forces you to tutor lower grade students every Friday after school for two hours. Jake is ridiculously proud of you, of course. But he also hates Fridays with a passion. Those two hours belong to someone else instead of him, and in Jake’s eyes, that’s two hours too many.
He doesn’t like it. At all.
His phone lights up with another ignored notification, the fifth in ten minutes, and he groans loudly frustrated, tossing his head back against the pillows. His bare muscular chest rises and falls quickly; his sweatpants are riding low on his hips, straining slightly from where he’s been shifting restlessly for the past hour. The room smells like him, warm skin and that stupidly expensive cologne he bought last month that he only wears when he knows you guys are having sex. He’s extra needy today, fuck all day he’s been absolutely craving you. Your beautiful face beneath him, your beautiful moans, your everything.
He grabs his phone typing for the fifteenth time this hour alone.
jakey 🐶
miss u so bad rn
A pause. He adds a photo: one hand braced above his head while the other rests on his toned stomach near the waistband of those sinful sweatpants. No shirt. Just smooth muscle, which is half threat half plea because holy shit does it take effort not to palm himself through these sweatpants right now. Instead, he shifts onto his stomach with a groan, muscles tense from holding back all day and grabs another pillow to press against the growing heat between his legs. A whine escapes him as friction teases through thin fabric before stopping himself completely. No. Not until you’re here where he belongs inside you not some stupid pillow pretending be your pussy.
He’s been good. so good.
No touching himself yet, because that would be cheating. He wants you , not some pathetic substitute when your body is so much better at making him come undone anyway. But fuck if it isn’t hard (in more ways than one). His sweatpants hang dangerously loose on his hips; there's a very obvious tent forming beneath them as he shifts again just thinking about how long it's been since he last had you pressed under him or above him or bent over (it’s only been two days. but that’s way too long for him anyway.)
The silence from your end makes frustration coil tight inside his stomach, but it’s quickly swallowed by something worse. That loneliness clawing its way up his chest whenever he’s away from you for too long. Too long without seeing you, hearing your voice, touching you, holding you, loving you.
Your phone vibrates again and again… and again.
jakey 🐶
my…. cock ….
On your hand, you finally finish tutoring and the first thing you see is the 50+ messages from jake mentioning his dick. God. This is what you get for dating an athlete.
pretty girl 💕
what the hell are u on about
Jake practically launches off the bed the second he hears your text notification, phone nearly flying out of his grip as he scrambles to check it. His heart is already pounding, blood rushing south at just seeing your name pop up on his screen after what felt like an eternity. The second he sees your name, that stupidly eager grin splits across his face, all frustration forgotten in an instant because finally, you’re texting him back.
He reads: ‘what the hell are u on about", and for a solid two seconds, his brain short-circuits. Because you ignored him for two fucking hours, Two hours of nothing but needy texts and zero replies. And now you’re acting confused? Like he’s the weird one here? His face screws up in a mix of frustration and desperate amusement. He literally sent you 87 needy texts, 10 photos of his dick and about 5 voice notes that are basically just breathy whimpers and moans for an hour straight.
"You're kidding me," he mutters under his breath in disbelief, “she really just—"
jakey 🐶
my cocckkuugggghhhh
ahh it’s twitching
if only i had my pretty girl sucking on it… ❤️❤️
The fifth message follows instantly with another photo: this time zoomed in slightly lower, his sweatpants stretched tight across his thick thighs and a very obvious outline straining against the fabric. No subtlety whatsoever. Just raw desperation. The second he hits send, he flops onto his back again with a groan, one muscular arm slung over his eyes dramatically while the other hand drifts lower on instinct… only to freeze halfway there. No. Not until you’re here, in his arms, where you belong.
But holy shit, he needs you so bad it hurts. He would come pick you up as usual, but he’s too hard to even drive. He’d probably crash remembering how you feel riding him. So laying in his bed like a fucking pornstar it is.
You can’t help smiling to yourself. This is what you have to deal with every single day, your ridiculously clingy (and horny) boyfriend. It’s impossible to stay annoyed at him for long, not when he’s always been like this. Ever since you were little, you’ve called him puppy because that’s exactly what he reminds you of: your own golden retriever, always wanting your attention. You quickly type out a reply, already on your way to his house.
pretty girl 💕
yeah okay 👍
i’m omw
patience puppy
Jake practically vibrates with anticipation the moment he reads your text, your adorable "patience puppy" making his chest swell and his cock throb in equal measure. The nickname alone is enough to melt him into a puddle of goo all the time, You called him that when you were kids playing tag in the park after school, back when he'd chase after you just to tackle-hug and make dumb kissy noises at your cheeks until you giggled too hard to run anymore. Even then, even as children... it was clear: Jake belonged right by your side. Your clingy, over affectionate golden retriever who just happens to also be insanely good at fucking you stupid.
The second he processes "i'm omw,” his entire body tenses like a spring loaded toy. He scrambles off the bed so fast it feels like it spins beneath him, his bare feet hitting the floor as he bolts towards the bathroom without another second wasted.
Shower. Now.
He can't have you arriving to some sweaty post-workout mess (even though honestly? You’d still ride him if that was the case, and have before, but we don’t talk about that). But no, he always wants to smell nice for you. Wants every inch of himself clean and presentable when those pretty hands finally touch him again after hours too long apart.
The water hits scalding hot, the way you always say helps relax tight muscles, and Jake groans as steam fills up around him quickly; scrubbing himself down with frantic efficiency while muttering under his breath about how long this drive better not take… A record time of seven minutes later: dripping wet and towel slung low on his toned hips, already half-hard again just from imagining all things they’re gonna do tonight.
Puppies don't wait patiently.
Especially not ones starved for their favourite person all day long.
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The second the front door clicks shut behind you, jake is on you. No hesitation, no patience left in his body. His large hands immediately find your waist as he crashes his lips onto yours with a hunger that makes your knees weak. There’s no greeting, no soft usual “hey baby”, just pure need as his lips slant over yours in a messy kiss that steals your breath away before you can even form words.
You barely manage to mumble against his starving lips, “What about- ”
Jake doesn't even let you finish your sentence, your muffled protest gets swallowed by his hungry kiss. The bedroom door gets shoved open with more force than necessary. His large hands are everywhere at once, impatiently tugging at fabric like it's personally offending him that there's still clothes separating your skin from his.
"Parents gone," he rasps against your swollen lips—voice wrecked beyond recognition already just from tasting you again after hours apart. "Two days."
Meaning? You're not leaving this room unless it's for food or water, and even then? Only if he carries you there himself so no time is wasted being separated.
A trail of discarded clothing leads straight to the bed, your shirt flung over a chair, skirt dropped somewhere near the doorway, shoes kicked off haphazardly. He breaks the kiss only long enough to yank his own towel off (it hits the floor with a wet slap) ; that thick length of him springing free and already leaking against your thigh. No patience. Not when it's been hours since he felt you wrapped around him. He breaks the kiss only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, nipping at sensitive spots that make you whimper, as one large hand slides between both of your thighs, fingers spreading through your slickness instantly.
"Fuck," he rasps against your lips, "already so wet for me?" Two fingers push inside without warning, hitting the spot deep within has your toes curling instantly while your hips jerk upward into his touch greedily, before he’s meanly pulling out and on you again, mouth hot and demanding against yours while walking backward toward his bed.
He stumbles forward slightly before gently laying you the onto soft sheets already rumpled from earlier when anticipation had him rolling around waiting for this exact moment. The second your back hits the mattress, he’s on you like a man starved: hands yanking at fabric, teeth grazing your lip before diving back in for another searing kiss. There's a hunger in the way his tongue slides into your mouth, possessive and demanding as he devours you in desperate, needy little whimpers.
Jake lets out a low,filthy groan against your lips as you arch into him, his large hands immediately gripping the back of your thighs to wrap them around his bare waist. His tongue swipes over yours in rough, possessive strokes while his hips grind forward desperately against yours.
"Fuck- " he rasps between kisses, "missed you so much..."
A sharp thrust of his hips pins you harder to the bed as the same hand snakes between your bodies again, just needing to feel how wet and ready for him you are already. His thumb circles over that sweet pussy once before sliding two fingers inside without warning just because watching those pretty eyes flutter shut makes him see stars too.
His fingers curl, impatient, and desperate, to be inside you, now but also to tease like the man has all the self-control in the world, and his lips move to your neck, tongue laving over the sensitive skin in hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses. His teeth graze over that sensitive spot just below your ear, nipping playfully where it always makes you whimper as those fingers pump and curl inside you lazily with practiced familiarity. Jake’s breath comes in ragged bursts, his forehead pressing against yours as he watches your face, every flicker of pleasure, every hitch in your breathing*
“Look at me baby,” he demands hoarsely, “Wanna see those pretty eyes when you come on my hand.”
The second your thighs instinctively tighten around his fingers, that barely-there whimper catching in your throat, “Jake-”, his grin widens, sharp and hungry, as he takes your small hand in his free one as he takes your fingers inside his mouth, tongue pressing flat against your palm in one long, deliberate drag. He slows down his fingers under you, on purpose as his tongue drags over your fingertips with torturous precision, swirling around each one before. His tongue darts between your fingers quick mimicking the exact rhythm he uses when he’s buried between your thighs before pulling them from his mouth in a way that makes you swallow.
“Almost whined for me didn’t you baby?” His voice is rough, dripping with smug satisfaction as he leans in his lips brushing your ear with every word. “Bet you’re remembering how good this tounge feels somewhere else hm?”
He pulls back just enough to lock eyes with you, his gaze dark and hungry before dragging his tounge slowly over his bottom lip as his fingers continue sliding through your slick with ease.
Gosh he’s so shameless with you.
He presses a kiss to your jaw, chuckling when your hips jerk against his hand for more, but because he’s a tease, he pulls his fingers from your soaked core before you come just to make you suffer for leaving him dry for those two hours.
You groan already wrecked, pupils dilated, he just knows how to get you all needy and wet before he even does anything. You tug him closer on top of you by his neck, pouting up at him, knowing that’s his biggest weakness. “You’re so mean you know that?”
Jake’s eyes already dark with lust and affection, lock onto yours, pupils swallowing the warm brown as he watches your reaction, your pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted as you stare up at him with that perfect mix of innocence and hunger he loves unraveling. He loves this. Loves unraveling you, piece by piece, until the sweetest girl on earth is reduced to a trembling mess under him.
Without warning, Jake immediately claims your mouth in another bruising kiss. This time it’s messy, all teeth and tongue and barely-contained hunger as if trying to steal back every moan you just made around him. One large hand grips under your thigh while the other tangles roughly into your hair tilting your head back further in the position he loves, owning every inch offered painting a clear message he’s never let you once forget: I own every part of you.
His free hand grips your hip hard enough that bruises might bloom later (not that you guys care because he’ll kiss them better later) while grinding himself shamelessly against you.
“Fuck,” he grits out between filthy kisses. “Need inside right now.”
No more waiting.
He pulls back just enough to look down at you-his breathing ragged, his lips swollen from kissing you senseless. His eyes burn into yours flickering between hunger and love because even now? Even during moments where lust takes over completely? There's still so much love shining through every glance. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, smearing the saliva there as he studies your face-the flushed cheeks, the dazed eyes full of want that only ever appear for him. The sight punches straight through his chest like always. He knows what comes next. He's done this a thousand times: teasing until you're a writhing mess beneath him, then demanding those little letters like they're oxygen and he's drowning without them. His voice drops lower, a velvet rasp laced with playful dominance as his other hand trails down your side possessively.
“Say it.”
He knows. Of course he knows you want this. He can feel it in the way your body arches toward him, in the heat between your thighs pressing against his hard length, but he needs to hear it. Always has. It’s not control, not really. It's devotion. A ritual only you two share. Him hovering over you like this, breath ragged with restraint even though every muscle is coiled tight with need… and waiting for those three little words from your lips before he claims them properly.
"Say yes," he murmurs—voice thick and low like velvet dragged over gravel, “C'mon baby… tell me."
The request isn’t demanding or impatient, never is, it's soft a whisper of devotion disguised as a command because saying "yes" isn't just permission for him… it's worship. Every time those syllables leave your mouth? His soul fucking ignites. Not because he doubts how badly you want this. Never that. He knows. You’re always wet for him. Your body arches into his touch like a prayer answered without words.
But hearing it? Hearing you say you want him just as much as he wants you? That's everything.
You whisper so quietly he almost doesn't catch it, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. That familiar innocent expression settles on your face, the one that always makes him smile because he knows you better than anyone else.
"I want you, Jake."
The words steal the last of his patience. It's unfair how much power you hold over him without even trying.
One second, he’s hovering above you, the next? He opens your thighs to lay in between them, pinning your back against the bed as he nudges himself in your entrance.A slow, filthy grind of hips has him sinking into that tight heat inch by agonisingly perfect inch, groaning like a man receiving salvation itself when you clench around him on instinct.
“Fuck… always so fucking perfect.” he rasps as he finally sinks in home. His hands grip under your thighs hard enough to bruise, as he starts moving in a brutal pace from the start because patience has never been his strongest suit when it comes to being inside of you.
The slap of skin echoes off the walls mixed with gasps and choked moans ripped from both their throats every time he bottoms out inside you, that sweet spot inside you, he knows you love, getting hammered relentlessly on each forward drive.
”Look at me baby,” he demands again through gritted teeth, his free hand lifting your chin, “Want those pretty eyes watching how good I wreck this pussy.”
A particularly sharp thrust knocks a high moan from your beautiful lips which only makes him growl possessively before crashing his mouth onto you’re again - swallowing every sound you make while fucking up into dizzy bliss. His breath comes in rough, uneven bursts as he pounds into you with his usual relentless stamina, every snap of his hips a claiming thrust with each ragged groan torn from his chest, the sound muffled only by the bruising kiss he keeps stealing from your lips between filthy promises. His hands grip your thighs tighter, not enough to hurt. Never that. But firm enough to leave his possessive imprints on your soft skin. Every time he bottoms out inside of you, a broken moan spills past his lips because that perfect clench of yours around him his fucking maddening. Like heaven squeezing down just for him.
“Fuck- fuck, oh baby,” he rasps against your lips in breathy whimpers. “You were made just- fuck, just for me..”
A particularly deep grind has him seeing stars behind his closed eyelids, the wet heat surrounding every inch of his cock is too much and not enough all at once. A sharp cry escapes you as one particularly brutal thrust nails that spot deep inside you and instantly Jake locks onto it like predator scenting blood.
There.
That’s where I’m gonna make my girl come first today.
"Right there baby?" He growls darkly before repeating the angle over and over again with no mercy whatsoever. "Gonna feel this dick everywhere tomorrow."
Jakes hands grip your hips with bruising intensity as you arch into him, each movement sending waves of pleasure through him. His eyes, dark and hungry lock onto yours, watching every flicker of ecstasy on your face like it’s the most sacred thing in the world. Because to him? It is. He was always obsessed with you. From the moment he realized love existed beyond crayons and playgrounds, it was you. The sweet girl who shared her snacks with him when he forgot lunch. The one who held his hand during thunderstorms because she knew he hated them.
But then puberty hit, and suddenly Jake wasn’t just a clingy kid anymore; he was a teenage boy burning for you in ways that made his chest ache at night, a hunger so intense he practically lost training time studying porn tutorials quietly online beforehand so that he’d be able to give you everything the first time because you’re everything to him. (not that he’d ever admitted to you). He waited (barely) until they turned 18 before claiming what had been his since childhood: your body.
That summer night, when he finally kissed you properly after years of chaste, innocent pecks, and then ruined your innocence in the best way possible. Back when his hands trembled with awe and worship, holding your waist for the first time bare beneath him. Now? He’s a seasoned lover, every thrust precise, every touch designed to unravel you completely. But that same desperate devotion lingers; how his breath hitches whenever your walls flutter around him, how he murmurs sweet nothings between filthy commands.
A groan tears from his throat as you clench around him mid-thrust. that sinful pulse that never fails to wreck his self-control even after all this time together (which says something given how often they fuck). He taught you everything: how to kiss properly against lockers between classes, where hands go during makeout sessions, eventually leading up to this, your first time taking every inch of him.
His fingers dig into your flesh, urging faster movements even as sweat drips down both their bodies. The contrast is everything: this gentle man who brings you breakfast from your favourite cafe every morning without fail, who worships the ground you walk on since they were five… the same one currently growling above you like a feral beast because you clench him so perfectly.
"Fuck—yes," he grits out through clenched teeth, "Take it all baby."
And you do.
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ yayaya first post chat how do we feel about it this was my first time writing smut so lmk what i need to improve on !!
‘well, do you like it?’ jake sticks his tongue out,
you slowly raise your fingers to skim against the cold metal, looking up to meet your boyfriends eyes.
you nod cheerfully, ‘yeah! it’s cute’
jake’s—equally as freezing hands—slide up against your warm arms, pushing you down to the bed gradually.
‘then… should we test it out?’
you don’t have time to respond before jake reaches for the waistband of your shorts, pulling them off swiftly.
he meets your eyes with his own, noticing your hesitant nod. he briskly removes your panties, his mouth practically drooling at the sight. the slight touch of his lips onto your hypersensitive clit was enough to make your legs jolt.
jake’s hands reaches up to your inner thighs, spreading them further with his palm. you can’t help but let out a whimper at the chilling metal intertwining with your puffy folds.
‘stay still for me baby, okay?’
you answer him by threading your fingers in between his soft, messy hair—causing him to hum straight into your clit, a gentle moan escaping your throat at the vibrations.
his tongue dips into your entrance before frustratingly moving back up, the tongue piercing adding an extra layer of pleasure overwhelming your senses. the moans spilling out your mouth were uncontrollable now, the heavy dam in your lower stomach threatening to burst at any moment.
as soon as the cold metal and his warm tongue thrusted inside of you, the knot immediately snapped—creaming his mouth.
jake doesn’t stop though, he uses your stickiness to suck harder.
despite your protests, he continues to abuse your sweet spot with his tongue. the sounds leaving your mouth were pathetic, the stiff metal adding even more stimulation — it was just enough for the weak knot break once again.
jake finally releases his mouth off of you, his chin covered in your fluids. he licks his lips lightly before pushing himself up. he bashes his lips onto yours, leftovers of spit and arousal dripping down your throat.
‘i think you really like it’ jake giggles before gliding his hand down to your stomach, clearly not satisfied yet.
kiki’ thoughts: omg first non heeseung post on this acc…. nervous :(((( but uhhh this def not my best but i hope u enjoy anon!! …. .𖥔 ݁ ˖
⋆⟢ jake remembers how much you like his hands, so he made you watch him finger you in front of a mirror
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁✽ cw: kissing and making out, mirror kink, fingering, eye contact, praise kink, hand kink, edging, squirting, body worship, pussy drunk jake, slight biting, cum eating, nicknames used: honey, good girl, baby, angel
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: y'all know that video where jake touches jay's eyebrows…yeah.
"look at me, baby. eyes on me okay?"
jake's slim fingers grazed up and down the sides of your body, teasing as you watched the reflection in anticipation. his shirt on your body lifting with every climb of his fingers stroking your torso, warm skin peeking through.
how you found yourself in this situation, you quickly forgot. you and your boyfriend had been playfighting and ended up on the floor, when he had started to feel up your thighs and waist as a distraction. he had noticed you looking in the floor-length mirror that faced the bed, particularly following his hands with rapt eyes.
a bright idea then entered his mind. "c'mere," he moved to sit in front of the mirror, arms reaching for you and legs apart for you to sit. you sat in beweten his legs with a quizzical expression, your legs crossed settledly. with a playful, excited gleam in his eyes he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek and neck, making you chuckle in amusement.
you frowned and smiled at him, playfully pushing his head away. "jake, what is it?"
he gazed at you longingly in your reflection, the situation making intense butterflies erupt in your stomach. "you know how you like looking at my hands a lot?" you nodded, unsure where he was going with this. "and you know how you like it when i finger you?"
your face burnt up as you covered your flushing skin with your hand at his bluntness, "…right." maybe confessing that to jake wasn't a good idea. he ended up teasing you constantly about his hands and fingers, when his hand is resting on your thigh and ends up a little too high, or when his beautiful fingers play with the string on his hoodie. most of these things he already did unknowingly though, unfortunately for you. but on that same night of drunk, horny confessions, he admitted that he was basically addicted to eating you out, so you used that to your advantage of course.
he gently pulled your hand away from your face, laughing softly. "so…i was thinking that those two experiences could be elevated." he greedily eyed you in the mirror, frisky hands already tugging at his big shirt that hung on your body. "would you like that, baby?" you nodded and noted how touchy he quickly he had become, hands reaching past your shirt to brush past your nipples for a split second. he playfully bit your neck and turned your head to look at him face to face "please use your words"
you laughed, slightly frustrated and softly moaned "yes, jake."
your lips eagerly met each other, tongues melding, almost afraid to pull away. your heart pounded in your chest, you were sure he could hear it. it felt as if you were surrounded by him, hazy as he deepened the kiss and squeezed your waist tighter. his lips leaving you rattled as he pulled away from the messy kiss, lids heavy, his smirking lips wet with spit and a tad of your lipgloss. "face the mirror" you complied, pulse thumping at what was to come.
that's how you found yourself now, bottoms long forgotten, only clad in panties and his t-shirt that still smelled like him. he smiled sweetly at you in the mirror, large, warm hands gripping your thighs, separating them, and sliding up your stomach. fingertips nearly reaching your breasts, but faintly missing. feeling him touch you was intoxicating but watching was a whole different experience. with your back against his chest, you could already feel him getting so hard behind you. his slender hands knowingly roam around your body, touch all too familiar, his studying brown eyes watching your reaction. "you like this, angel?"
you nodded admiring his hands in the reflection, a faint moan escaping the back of your throat as he spread your legs from their togetherness. jake's pupils immediately dialated, his hands rubbing your thighs as he chuckled in awe "fuck, how are you this wet already? is it because you like watching me touch you, pretty girl?" there was a big wet patch on your panties, already sticking to your cunt. his fingers trailed to the outline of your panties, tracing along where it meets your soft skin, lifting the fabric and making it snap on your skin.
tenderly kissing around your neck, he started to slowly rub his fingers over your clothed pussy, nails occasionally grazing divinely against your clit. a burning rush of arousal pooled in your stomach and you felt yourself progressively getting wetter, leaking through your panties. his movements were methodical and pressured, your eyes tearing up at the torching sensation.
his lips moved along your jawline as his deft finger moved your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt. heat rose in your skin, you watched the way his hands spread you open and rub your thighs, the area just around your clit. hands veiny and knuckles flushed from the warmth radiating between you two.
he placed a final soft kiss behind your ear. his gentle tone humming, "tell me what you want, baby. do you want my fingers, my mouth? c'mon tell me." the way he massaged around your pussy was lulling, your clit getting a delicious drag of friction before it pulled away. your pussy dripping onto the floor and pulsing crazily with want while he was unhurried, taking his time with you. "look at me"
meeting his fond, steady gaze, your voice hushed and needy, "your fingers, jake. please." he smirked and pressed two fingers to your clit, rubbing loose, gradual circles, and slight pressure applied. his light touch made your heartbeat faster, fingertips making you squirm and softly moan.
his gaze never wavered from your face in the mirror, watching your every reaction. but yours was glued to his hands. admiring the beauty marks on his arms and fingers, his hold around your torso while his other hand caressed you decliciously. his slender fingers so close to your wetness, but situated on your puffy clit, soft light strokes. he moaned right in your ear as he spotted your neglected hole endlessly leaking in the reflection, a tiny pool of arousal sitting below.
his other hand moved to fondly hold onto your hip, thumb rubbing your skin affectionately. he cooed in your ear, "you're so pretty, baby." jake was usually coy when he praised you like this, your reactions making his brain short circuit. usually because you're focused enough to return the favor, making him even more flustered than he made you. but today, he had control of some sort, having you just as flustered from the start.
"your waist…" he pulled his hand away, causing a whimper to escape your throat. his nails grazed against your sides. "your hands…" he got hold of them and rubbed them in his large hands. "your legs…" his large hands caressed your thighs up and down. " and this pussy is so pretty…" he returned his fingers to that painstakingly slow pace that made your breathe hitch and hands gripping his arms that enveloped you.
your eyes fluttered as you held onto jake's arm, pausing his movements but eager eyes needing him to continue. "jaeyun, please."
"hm? what is it, honey?" he rest his chin your shoulder, puppy-like eyes focusing on you before roving down to your weeping pussy, observing how soaked he got you. he smirked at your neediness, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. "what do you need. you can tell me, right?"
he pressed a series of kisses to your cheek, the shift of his body causing his fingers to rub against your clit, making you whimper. "mn~your fingers. i want your fingers inside me."
you were just too sweet for him not to comply. he brought his middle finger to your leaking hole, pressing into our wetness and pulling away to look at it. a long string of your syrupy arousal clung between his finger and your cunt. you saw him looking over your shoulder, observing as he rubbed the slick between his thumb and finger, his eyes dark with barely any sign of that soft brown showing.
although you were the main focus, jake was clearly affected as well. his face was completely flushed and his breathing had gotten heavy, his ceaselessly throbbing cock making itself known against your back. but his attention was solely on you, that's just how it was. and when jake had the reins, he made sure to reciprocate the same feelings that you made him feel so effortlessly.
giggling quietly, he bit his lip and brought his sticky fingers to his waiting tongue. he kept a secure watch on your face, eyes gazing deeply into yours as your essence trickled down his tongue, licking the remnants off his lips after. "mmn you always taste so good, baby." he tugged at your panties and you lifted your hips so he could slide them off completely, tossing them to the side.
he rubbed his fingers on your pussy, getting his hand all wet, then brought it to your clit and gradually massaging the wetness into it. the slick sound rung in your ears. the sensation made your hips jolt and you bit back a moan. you watched in the mirror as his pretty fingers continued to knead into your clit, each stroke adding more pressure.
jake noticed you holding back, slightly upset because he loved hearing your voice, especially as he was ruining you with his fingers that you loved so much. his thumb massaged your hip "hey honey, lemme hear you, okay?" his voice was so sickeningly sweet, it almost made you tear up. "i wanna hear those pretty noises you make…can you be louder for me?"
you let out a moan, louder than the hushed ones from before. whimpering as he applied more pressure and speed to your hot cunt. "yeah, that's my good girl. such a good girl…" his eyebrows furrowed, he pouted his lips at the mess in between your legs, hot and slick. he rubbed into the stickiness faster now. seeing his fingers covered in your arousal made your skin heat up and breathe pick up. he moved his fingers over your clit at an unfaltering pace, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he played with your clit.
jake knew you wanted them inside, but he couldn't help but watch your sensitive and swollen clit throb underneath the pads of his fingers. he was obsessed with how wet your pussy was especially around him, kept diving in to gather more wetness to slather all over your clit, so he could watch you thrash around in his hold. he rubbed the wetness in slow circles, making you whine.
whimpers and whines flew from your mouth as you felt a hot flash grow in your gut and your heartbeat pounding in your chest. you felt like you were about to cum, when he suddenly slid two fingers inside of you, making you gasp softly. "i'll give you what you want now, baby. you're so fucking good, my good girl" his actions producing wet, squelching noises, his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on making you feel good. fingers moving in a coaxing manner, he attentively monitored your flushed face in the reflection, smiling at how fucked out you look even though he only just put his fingers inside of you.
you felt his long fingers reach deep, rosy knuckles reaching the hilt. he was utterly consumed with the way you observed your creamy pussy twitch and clench around his fingers. whining as you cried for more, more of his touch. you felt extra vulnerable in the mirror, his close proximity and devoted eye contact was too much for you to handle. he never pried his eyes from you, never abandoned you by his touch. firm hand never leaving your plush thigh, lifting it a little so he could pleasure you at a better angle.
the sight was dizzying. your pussy was dripping wet and leaking everywhere — gleaming in the mirror, seeing his long slim fingers disappear into you. his tongue hanging in between his teeth as his dedication to make you cum made him a man on a mission.
he curled his fingers and repeatedly brushed the spongy spot that made you see stars, a sigh of pleasure leaving your lips. whines and moans fell from your pretty lips as jake watched your face get lost in pleasure. he nipped at your ear "good girl. that's what i like to hear." the sweet praise made your heart skip a beat. "the noises you make are so pretty." his blown eyes watched your abandoned, glazed clit pulsate as your velvet walls stretched around his fingers. jake loved the feeling of your pussy under his touch, especially when it's this wet, and honestly, when is it not when jake is involved?
he loved the sounds. the ones from your mouth and especially from your pussy. the smell, the sight. everything made him obsessed.
he started to move in and out, fingers curling every time he found your sweet spot. his thumb began to massage your clit, the smooth, even touch making your whole body buzz. it drove you crazy, how well he knew your body. every spot that makes your legs weak, every way to turn you on and then have your body tremble. he wasn't even going fast but you felt yourself getting close, his slow but deliberate movements making your mind turn to mush.
"are you close again, honey? are you going to cum?" you felt his gaze burn into you, waiting for confirmation as he began to speed up his ministrations, hitting that spot so deliciously. meeting his eyes in the reflection, you felt your face heat up with desire. he looked so good, flushed and overcome with lust, wanting to please you. "you're so fucking pretty."
you moaned loudly as he added a third finger, enhancing the pressure on that special spot and adding to the slew of obscene sounds emitting from him fingering your fervid cunt. "you like watching me? watching my fingers play with your pretty pussy? keep your eyes on me." he used his other hand to hold your face in place, making sure you keep watching. no closing your eyes or looking the other way. you nodded weakly in his hold, too lost in the pleasure he was giving you. he smiled at you sweetly in the mirror, a sardonic glint in his eyes "look at you, baby. you deserve to feel this good. are you close? tell me if you're close."
at this point you were just noisy now, moaning in response to his muttered praises. jake always knew how to make your brain shut off, pushing all the right buttons. his fingers sped up, skilled and meticulous, coating his hand and wrist and making your pussy drip of arousal, a pool of wetness underneath you. the tension in your stomach grew, feeling like it's about to break "ah ah-fuck i'm close, jake."
he panted in your ear, moaning when he heard how broken your voice was. "yeah? you're close? can you cum for me baby?" he suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and whimpering in protest, and began to rapidly rub his soaked fingers over your soft, swollen clit. your body jerked in his arms, thighs clasping together and squeezing his wrist in between them.
he laughed, almost a scoff, and spread your legs open again with his hands, one of them holding your leg up. he plunged his fingers back inside you, continually hitting your weak spot that sent electricity throughout your body. eyes rolling to the back of your head, you moaned loudly at each thrust, hips rolling to meet his fingers. "yeah cum for me, baby. cum all over my fingers." his voice was more uneven now, deeper and desperate like he would die if you didn't cum on his fingers. your pussy pulsed like crazy at his neediness, his determination to make you finish "cum for me like a good girl, that's it."
body jolting in his arms, you moaned as your pussy spasmed and clenched around his fingers. your body shook violently as you came on his fingers, feeling the cum ooze out of you. a horse whine sounded from him as he watched, dazed, as your cum spilled out of you when he pulled his fingers out.
he bit his lip and slowly started rubbing your clit to help you come down from your high, making you feel even more lightheaded while you were still cumming, burning pussy contracting nonstop. a strange pressure flipped in your gut as you whined, the slow rubs making you grip his arm. it was so painful and sensitive but you also didn't want him to stop. which was exactly why he didn't.
he abruptly slid his finger back inside you, only for a moment, grazing that spot that creates blossoms of bliss in your soul. the odd feeling of strain in your stomach didn't go away, but you invited it. jake rubbed that spot again and again, surely and oh so gently. the pressure suddenly snapped as you felt an intense ripple of pleasure. a white flash took over your vision as your legs shook in jake's grasp. your brain melted into the ecstasy, as your pussy pulsed like crazy, gushing warm fluid. both you and jake moaned loudly as you squirted around his hand, spurting all over his hand.
you could've sworn you passed out. your eyes opened, droopy and laced in euphoria. you sighed, lost in contentment, as you saw your essence dripping on your reflection in the mirror, drenching jake's finger and the floor beneath you. your body spent and limp in his hold as he relaxed his hold on you, letting you rest.
jake's darkened eyes stared at the mess, expression giddy and excited, but you didn't feel like teasing him about it, not when you felt so mellow. he pulled his soaked fingers out, groaning faintly, examining the way the soppy squirt dripped from the thick, viscous cum clinging to his fingers from before.
"fuck…fuck baby, you squirted all over my fingers. that's my girl." his devoted gaze went to yours as he broke out of his trance. your eyes were barely open, still lost in the world in pleasure. he bit his lip trying not to smile too hard, but failing, and kissed your temple softly. "thank you for trying this with me."
a trail of tender kisses on your face and neck followed. "i might have to make you squirt more often. i don't think i'll get that image out of my head for a very long time." you scoffed a laugh at his antics, mind still trying to return to coherence.
he laughed, licking your ear playfully "no, baby, i'm serious. it's definitely my new addiction." he blissfully brought his fingers to his mouth to taste you, he couldn't help it, you just always tasted so fucking good.
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖✽//an: jake's hands 🤤🤤 i'm so jakepilled rn it's crazy, but feel free to drop any requests!!
warnings - smut (mdni 18+), p in v, needy!jake, taking it from behind, jake covers her mouth, semi!public sex, bathroom sex, needy sex, bedroom sex, loud sex, reader gets REALLY loud when they go to the bed, jake is really really needy at first then reader gets needy, i can't think of anything else
word count - 1.9k
💌 ask claudia - this is my first fic, ive been gatekeeping it for a while but it's finally finished... wish me luck
The yacht cut smoothly through the dark water as the evening stretched on, its lights reflecting off the waves while the long table on the main deck remained filled with laughter and the clink of glasses.
Jake sat at the head, his employees gathered around him in their finest attire, discussing the latest collections and upcoming campaigns. You occupied the seat beside him in your fitted dress, aware of every shift in his posture and the way his eyes kept drifting toward you even as he answered questions from his team.
The main course arrived, plates arranged with precision, yet Jake's attention had already begun to slip. His hand found your thigh beneath the tablecloth, fingers pressing with increasing insistence as the conversation continued around you. He leaned in close, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "Come with me."
He stood without drawing attention, offering a polite excuse to the group before guiding you away from the table. His grip on your wrist remained steady as he led you along the narrow corridor and into the small guest bathroom tucked away from the main areas.
The door shut behind you both with a soft click, sealing the two of you inside the cramped space barely large enough for one person to turn around comfortably.
Jake turned you to face the small mirror above the sink. His chest pressed against your back as one hand rose to cover your mouth completely, palm warm and firm.
"Stay quiet," he murmured against your ear. His other hand moved to the zipper of your dress, drawing it down slowly until the fabric slipped from your shoulders and pooled at your feet.
He worked methodically, removing your bra next and then your panties, leaving you bare in the confined space. His fingers traced over your exposed skin in slow, reassuring strokes. "Breathe through your nose. I've got you."
He freed his cock, already hard and heavy, and positioned you so that you bent forward over the tiny sink. The angle brought your bodies close, forcing him to work within the limited room. He nudged your thighs apart with his knee and pushed inside you in one deliberate, unhurried thrust.
Your muffled sound vibrated against his palm as he filled you completely. "Shhh, good girl," he whispered, his hips beginning a measured rock. "Take it. Nice and easy."
Each movement stayed controlled despite the urgency building in him. His free hand rested on your hip, stroking in steady circles while he ground deeper with each pass. The bathroom walls left little room for anything beyond this close, grinding rhythm, yet he maintained the pace with care. "You're doing so well. So tight around me. Just like that."
His hand stayed locked over your mouth, catching every sound you made as he worked himself in and out. His breathing grew heavier against your neck, but his touch never lost its gentleness even as his need drove him forward.
Minutes passed in the small space, the only sounds the soft wet slide of his cock and the faint creak of the sink under your weight. He adjusted his stance slightly, angling deeper without increasing speed, letting the confined quarters dictate the slow, steady friction.
"Almost there," he breathed, voice tight with restraint. His fingers tightened on your hip in reassurance as he continued the careful thrusts, drawing out the moment until his own release built to its peak.
Jake came with a low, controlled groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he held you steady against the sink. He stayed pressed close for several long seconds, letting the aftershocks pass while his hand remained over your mouth.
When he finally pulled out, he reached for a towel and cleaned you with gentle, thorough strokes, wiping away the evidence of what had just happened. "There we go. All taken care of."
He helped you step back into your dress, fastening the zipper and smoothing the fabric over your body. Your hair stayed slightly mussed and your cheeks flushed, but he adjusted what he could before opening the door.
The two of you returned to the dining deck without drawing extra notice. Jake's employees glanced up briefly but quickly returned to their conversations, the weight of his authority keeping any questions unspoken. He pulled out your chair once more, his hand resting possessively on your lower back as you sat.
The meal continued around you, the secret of the cramped bathroom encounter remaining between the two of you alone.
The dinner continued, but the atmosphere had shifted for you. While the conversation around the table flowed with the usual corporate polish, you felt the lingering heat of Jake inside you and the ghost of his palm against your lips.
Every time you shifted in your seat, the friction of your dress against your sensitive skin reminded you of exactly what had happened only minutes prior.
Jake was the picture of composure- he engaged with his lead designer, gesturing with a wine glass as he discussed the autumn palette, but his hand never left your lower back. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against your spine, a possessive claim that signaled to you—and only you—that you were still under his complete control.
As the dessert course was served, Jake leaned in, his shoulder brushing yours. "You're shaking, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that sent a shiver straight to your core. "Are you still feeling the effects of our little break?"
You tried to offer a small nod, but your breath hitched. The risk of being discovered, combined with the lingering intensity of his dominance, had left you in a state of floating vulnerability. He noticed the way your chest rose and fell rapidly, and a small, knowing smirk played on his lips. He didn't move his hand; instead, he slid it slightly lower, his fingers grazing the top of your buttocks beneath the fabric of your dress.
"I think we've spent enough time on business for one evening," Jake announced to the table, his voice regaining that commanding, CEO tone that brooked no argument. "Thank you all for your hard work. Please, enjoy the remaining refreshments and the view. My assistant will coordinate your transport back to the docks in the morning."
The employees rose, offering their gratitude and compliments on the evening. As the group dispersed toward the lounge area of the yacht, Jake didn't let you move. He stood, his hand gripping your waist firmly, pulling you flush against his side. He waited until the deck was clear of any prying eyes before he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.
"The bathroom was a necessity, but now," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, "I want you properly. No rushing, no hiding, and no more muffling your screams."
He led you away from the main deck, guiding you through the opulent corridors of the yacht toward the master suite. The walk felt agonizingly slow, the anticipation building with every step. When he opened the heavy mahogany doors to his bedroom, the room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of recessed lighting, the massive bed centered in the room with silk sheets that looked invitingly cool.
The moment the door clicked shut, the "gentle" facade of the dinner party vanished, replaced by a raw, hungry intensity. Jake didn't waste time. He spun you around, pinning you against the closed door. His hands moved to your throat—not to choke, but to hold you steady, his thumb pressing into the soft dip of your neck.
"Look at me," he commanded.You looked up into his eyes, seeing the predatory hunger there. He didn't wait for a response before his mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss deep and demanding, tasting of expensive wine and desperation. His hand slid down from your neck, ripping the zipper of your dress down once more with a sharp, decisive tug. The fabric fell away, leaving you exposed in the dim light of the suite.
He stepped back for a moment, his gaze raking over your body, lingering on your flushed chest and the way your legs trembled. "You were such a good girl in that bathroom," he praised, his voice thick. "So quiet. So obedient. Now, I want to see exactly how much you missed me while we were pretending to be professional."
He gripped your hips and hoisted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried you the short distance to the bed, dropping you onto the silk sheets with a soft thud. He stripped out of his suit with efficient movements, tossing his jacket and shirt aside until he stood over you, hard and imposing.
He crawled over you, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress. He didn't go for your center immediately; instead, he began to map your body with his tongue, licking a path from your collarbone down to your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipples until they were peaking hard. You arched your back, a loud moan escaping you—a sound you had been forced to swallow earlier.
"That's it," he groaned against your skin. "Let me hear you. No one is listening now."He moved lower, his fingers parting your folds, finding you already soaking wet from the anticipation. He slid two fingers inside you, mimicking the rhythm he'd used in the bathroom, but this time it was faster, more aggressive. He watched your face, savoring the way your eyes rolled back and your breath came in jagged gasps.
When he finally positioned himself, he didn't slide in slowly this time. He gripped your thighs, pinning them back toward your shoulders, and drove into you with one powerful, deep thrust that filled you to the brink. You cried out, the sound echoing in the quiet room, your fingers clawing at the silk sheets.
Jake groaned, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy and synchronized with yours. He began to move, his pace relentless and demanding, driving into you with a force that made the entire bed shift. Every thrust was a claim, a reminder that while he was the CEO to the world, here, in the privacy of his suite, he was your absolute master.
"You're mine," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "Every inch of you... mine."
He continued to hammer into you, the friction building into an unbearable heat. He reached down, his thumb finding your clitoris and rubbing in a tight, fast circle as he continued to fuck you deep. The double stimulation was too much; you shattered first, your internal muscles clamping tight around him in a series of violent spasms.
The feeling of your orgasm triggered his own. Jake let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he delivered several final, deep lunges, emptying himself inside you with a force that left you both breathless and spent.
He collapsed on top of you, his heart drumming against your chest. For a long time, neither of you spoke, the only sound the distant lap of the ocean against the hull of the yacht. Eventually, he shifted, rolling to the side but keeping you tucked firmly against his chest, his arm draped possessively over your waist.
"Tomorrow," he whispered, kissing your temple, "you're staying in my office all day. I think we have a lot more 'business' to attend to."
ex for a reason : 19 gc REACTS LIVE to hoony/n interacting
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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺𝖾 : does this satisfy the population of people wanted them to finally interact 🤔 we had to make it about jake somehow heheheheh WE FINALLY ADDRESSED THE ELEPHANT.
ex tra flight tongue emote for reference in case anyone is curious
hii ur writing and smaus are so amazingly delicious and funny… could i req a sunghoon smau ?
10/10 would ride again! park sunghoon.
SYNOPSIS sunghoon was never good at communicating with girls— or people for that matter. so when he accidentally becomes your personal chauffeur after offering you “unlimited rides,” he realizes that he’s in a world of trouble. how was he supposed to know you’d take it literally?
genre. smau oneshot, crack, fast-paced romance pairing. uber driver! sunghoon x fem!reader warnings. profanity, everyone’s dumb, sexual innuendos author’s note. i’m gonna try and write something. for real. like i swear. also first sunghoon fic on this account HELLO!!!
› nerd physics major!jake & literature major fem!reader
✶ ˚｡⋆ when a stupid account starts replying to your (attempted) poetic tweets with absolute logic, it ruins your deep thoughts with talk of gravity and thermodynamics. you’re already losing your mind, but for jake? that’s just his best way of flirting.
꧖ warnings: cursing. crack. jake is down bad and pathetic srs. english isn’t my first language. — masterlist.
(˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) : he looks so dreamy in these photos… i’m so in love. how is he even real. aaaand 🥁🥁🥁 i opened a perm tag list! the post to join is linked at the end of the smau. thank u for reading 💌
the priests daughter isn't meant to be questioning her faith. when sweet temptation comes your way in the sweetest form of sin, even the strongest prayers couldn't keep you away from him and his power. what you didn't expect was the secret he had yet to reveal.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: 𝓿ampire jake x 𝓹riests daughter
⤷ (5.1k) smut, religious setting, vampires, religious doubt, mind possession, guided masturbation, oral (f!receiving), missionary, sex in a church lol, biting, mention of blood, lowkey blasphemous, not proofread ! ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: it's finally here :') it took me way too long to get to this, but i hope she was worth the wait ! i missed writing for the vamps so much and i had so much fun writing this. in case you want something to listen to while reading, i kept listening to this song while writing :p
dust particles circle around the humid air before gathering on the floor, on your shoes. rays of sunshine peaking through the crack of the heavy wooden door of the church, illuminating the dance of dust. in front of you lays a heavy book. a familiar book. its pages thin, yet don’t mistake it for being frail. over the past decades it has served your family. your great grandmother, your grandmother, eventually falling into your lap.
this all should mean something to you, strengthen you, yet it leaves you with more questions every time you read it. doubt oozes out of every single one of your pores, weighing down on your heart and conscience. out of all people the preachers daughter. beloved preachers daughter who feels so utterly alone. living a lie of finding purpose between these thin pages, this holy building of worship. you’re absolutely alone.
evening sermon. not the busiest it gets, especially considering it’s a random thursday. soon the benches will fill, quiet whispers to the holy will be made and your father will speak with so much conviction and devotion it could leave the pope jealous.
you start spotting the first familiar faces coming in, a warm nod your way, sometimes even a wave of the hand. but not because they knew you. no, they knew your father. his approval is what they want to get first row at the pearly gates. it makes no sense to you. isn’t this idealisation exactly what is against their beliefs? not that you shame them for theirs sins, you feel like your entire life is one big sin with these wavering thoughts you’re having.
soon, the expected crowd has settled. your father has firmly shaken every hand and gave his reassuring smile to any troubled soul. “nothing a good sermon can’t fix”, he always says. if only it were this easy.
your father stood in front of the big cross, arms spread open as if to hug the awaiting crowd in front of him, when you heard the noise of footsteps. heavy, slow and deliberate. you turn to the sound. he stood against the sinking sun, causing you to squint. there weren’t really words to describe his beauty. he was striking, both in the soft and the scary way. both sharp and round features adoring his face. broad shoulders, but not yet bulky. lean. intriguing. new.
“a new face!” your father exclaims with a wide smile. “welcome, we were about to begin. please, take a seat friend.”
the stranger only nods and sits a few rows before you. for the entire length of the sermon he did not move. you knew this because you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he was so still, was he even breathing?
where did you come from? what are you doing here? no one ever comes this far out, there is nothing to find. people come here to die, not to live.
brown eyes pierced into your soul as you were lost in thought and you jump a little, quickly averting your gaze. your father came to your rescue.
“new friend, we rarely get any guests. please, won’t you share your favourite verse with us? there’s no better way to get to know someone as by their favourite verse is there?”
a small smile forms on the strangers face and he nods. “nothing like it.”
his voice was…foreign. it didn’t sound like anything you have heard around here.
“let him know that whoever brings back a sinner from his wandering will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins.”
a murmur of approval passes through the rows. your father nods. “james 5:20, a powerful verse. we had yet to have someone mention it as their favourite. pray tell, what is your name?”
every person in the room simultaneously seemed to have leaned forward a little, careful not to miss the reveal of the mysterious stranger.
“jake.”
jake. so simple. someone like him seems to need a more grand name. a name that carries the same feeling as his presence does.
once again, he turns his head, this time looking around the entire room. “it’s very nice to meet all of you.” enthusiastic greetings practically flew back at him, utterly charmed by this interruption of daily normality.
he smiles at them and when his eyes land on you for a single second longer than anybody else, he gives you a small nod before turning to face your father again.
the rest of sermon goes by like always, yet you cannot stop thinking about jake. his face seems to imprinted in your brain, eyes seemingly seeing right through you even in your imagination. you barely notice the crowd leaving the small, stuffy room. body and mind being almost in a trance.
“don’t go walking home in the dark,” jake’s voice ripped you out of your haze. he stood in front of the doorsteps, lazily leaning against the porous frame of the door. you hurriedly grab your bible, clutching it to your chest as you walk past him into the cool air of the night.
at dinner, you barely eat. your mother worries, of course she does, but you blame it on the heat. feigning a headache, you excuse yourself from the dinner table and find refuge in your bedroom. the small breeze gently moves through the thin curtains you embroidered last winter. little petals falling from the top to bottom, where they eventually start to decay. it had been a hassle to convince your mother to hang it up, this unhappy portrayal in the place you rest. you managed to spin it back to the idea of life and death, you always get her with this. does this really matter that much to her? is nobody else as lost as you are?
you lay on the soft covers, staring at the ceiling. change is not normal around here. strangers aren’t. every once in a blue moon a distant family member from someone comes to visit, but not someone who has no ties to this place. why would he come here?
sunday. the holiest day of the week.
more people fill the benches today, happy chatter filling the space.
you find yourself sitting in the middle of them once again, never having felt so lonely as you do now. what would they think if they knew of your doubt? your sin following you like a shadow, ready to jump out to reveal the truth.
before you knew it, sermon was over, the sound of praises ripping you out of your gloom.
your father engages in happy chatter with the crowd, shaking hands, giving hugs. how happy the all seemed. where they pretending or did they truly feel saved? how could this sin filled world not tempt them but devour your soul?
“no sleep?”
your head whipped around. there he was again. standing right in front of you, seemingly appearing out of thin air once again.
“what?”
“i don't mean to be rude”, he exclaimed “but you seem tired.”
if he only knew. every night, the same dream. for months. the church ceiling, hot rushes zapping through you like lightning. an unknown warmth bubbling in you.
“it doesn’t cool off in the night as much these days.”
he nods, eyes never breaking contact with yours. they gleam so interestingly, you cannot pinpoint the colour of them.
god, he was devastatingly beautiful, a mix of harsh lines and soft features. hair swooping in soft waves, framing his face. the sunlight dances on it, shimmering in the lightest shades of brown.
“so,” his voice ripping you out of your thoughts again. “what is there to do in a place like this.”
“there’s nothing to do in a place like this.”
a charming smile forms on his face, “surely there's something. what do you spend your days with?”
you pause. weirdly enough, you couldn’t think of much. you weren’t asked about yourself. not in a rude way, nobody asked the other for more than their well being and the occasional small talk.
“i dream,” you blurt out.
“dream.” he echoes.
you nod, looking out of the window, too scared to look the stranger in the face.
“what about?”
“i’m not sure. sometimes it’s these snippets of life. i’m not sure if it’s my life, i mean i don’t recognise any parts. but it feels so real, i find myself hours later, still sitting in the same spot, just dreaming.”
the moment you stopped speaking you realised what you just did. horrified, you look at him, the smile on his face. and you bolt.
“i’m sorry, i have to go.”
pushing past him, past the church crowd, you run down the dusty path to your house. you swear you still heard him ‘see you tonight’.
you slam your bedroom door shut, back pressing against it, as if to make sure no one could enter. the rapid beat of your heart made the blood in your ears pulse. you heave, tugging away at the collar of your dress. off, off with it.
there you stand, in your underskirts, hair falling falling loosely on your shoulders. in your heated state you must’ve tugged at it. a nervous habit your mother desperately tried to get rid off. your wildness will be the end of you, she always said.
you still feel the way he looked at you, even though it made no sense. a look doesn’t touch. yet you swear you can still him, as if he followed you here all this way. but that would be ridiculous, right?
nervously, you bite your nail, pondering what to do. you creak open the door and listen. no sound. but he had a habit of being quiet, that much you knew about him.
you softly padded your way over to the stairs, deliberately not stepping on the creaking parts of the wood floor.
the kitchen was empty, so was the living room. of course he wasn’t here. your mind has been playing tricks on you for months, a cruel test of faith. a test that you feel yourself failing.
“what are you doing?
you scream, hands grabbing for the nearest object.
your father looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern.
“is something the matter? are you feeling unwell?”
slowly, you lower your hands again. your shoulders drop and suddenly you felt so heavy. at first it was a little shake, a hiccup of sobs soon turning into a waterfall of tears streaming down your face.
your fathers arms hold you, steady and firm.
“it will all be okay, my sweet. it’s all part of the plan, part of your journey. you know he would never punish a heart as pure as yours.”
his words only add to your sobs. if only he knew that his own flesh and blood was drenched in sin. but you could never tell him, so you let yourself be held by the man that loves both god and his daughter, not knowing it was the greatest juxtaposition.
nightfall came quicker than expected.
the sheer cover of you blanket was tickling your skin with the occasional gust of wind. you have been laying in your bed ever since your father had carried you up.just like old times, he had tugged you into bed, brushing the hair out of your face and muttering a quick prayer. it will all be okay.
but you didn’t feel the same anymore. not calm, not protected or ready to enter dreamland.
no, you felt like your skin was on fire.
droplets of sweat ran down your forehead, dripping down your chin. your rapid heartbeat didn’t make it any easier, you could practically hear your own blood rushing in your ears.
none of that could compare to the pressure behind your eyes though. for what felt like hours you had been pressing your palms into your eye sockets, desperate to relieve the throb.
come on. it echoed in your head.
you writhed, a silent scream escaping you.
this was your punishment. all the times you had been questioning what god had planned for you, you have failed him. you have failed and now the devil is out to get you.
it’ll be nice, i promise.
a broken sob bubbled out of your throat. you were so tired. tired of being strong, tired of pretending to believe. you were already doomed, what’s there to lose?
so you lay there, limbs slowly relaxing. just letting it happen.
you have so much potential. this mind of yours is rare.
this time, the voice had a face. a blurry picture of jake formed in your mind.
he had such kind eyes. had shown you such kindness and what have you done? ran out the second you felt embarrassed. pathetic.
don’t be so hard on yourself now.
you felt the slightest ghost of a touch on your collarbone and you jumped, just to realise it was your own. you have gone insane. but it felt nice, your own flesh.
don’t stop now, jakes voice spurring you on.
with almost cruel slowness your fingers danced down, between your breasts, across your stomach, before stopping at the hem of you nightgown. you’ve heard the other girls murmur, head pushed together whispering away their secrets. of boys between their legs, of mouths on skin and flesh. it was all so unfamiliar to you.
i’ll help you, don’t worry.
your fingers inched up again, making contact with your core. a mix of a strangled moan and a squeak escaped you.
just take your index finger, we’ll go slow. start at the top.
listening to his voice, you place your index finger on top of your heat.
good, now circle.
you hesitate a moment before you comply, but no amount of pausing could’ve prepare you for the way your body was hit with a wave of ecstasy.
how come that this forbidden sweetness was what made you feel the most alive you’ve felt in months.
your movement grew quicker, more desperate and your mind cleared the picture of jake. the way his fingers had been tapping on the cover of the bible in his hand, how they caressed the back of the spine with such slow circles.
what would it be like if he were the one touching you right now? would it feel even better?
such unholy things you’re thinking sweet thing. careful with what you wish for, you swear you heard his chuckle echo.
but you have long lost the care. you felt to good right now, your body singing with liveliness and desire.
explore further down.
unquestioning, you dipped your fingers lower and gasped at the pool of wetness seeping out of you.
there you go….now gather it and touch yourself again. promise it feels good.
damn right he was. you bit your pillow just in time before an almost violent moan escaped your throat. now you knew why this was unholy, you were closer to heaven than ever before and they didn’t want this to happen before you fulfilled your purpose.
fuck that purpose. you have felt so lifeless for so long, so empty. you deserve this.
the bliss suddenly grew even more intense, your legs flexing and an unknown feeling bubbling up your stomach.
no need to fear, you’re doing so so well for me.
that was all you needed to hear. before you knew it, your abdomen scrunched and you were enveloped in a cloud of bliss.
this was it. the heavenly sin they spoke of.
see, wasn’t that nice?
“mhm,” you mumbled out loud, exhaustion taking over you.
sleep well, pretty.
on the other side of town, jakes head hit the soft pillows. if he weren’t undead he’s sure his heart would be racing like he just ran for a thousand miles straight. he couldn’t see you, but he had felt the way you were writhing at his words. the way your hands travelled down your stomach and dove into your wet heat.
the moon stared at him through the open window. nights were so different out here, so quiet. it reminded him off a time long ago, when things were different. he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. no, he had to act soon.
the following morning you didn’t sit in your usual church bench. no, this time you sat where he sat last time.
you didn’t know what you were thinking, maybe you weren’t thinking at all, but you couldn’t stay away from him. or the idea of him. maybe you’ll even gather the courage to talk to him following sunday?
but god, if he was actually real, had a cruel plan, since jake entered just a few moments before sermon started.
oh your poor heart razed so quickly you were sure everyone could hear. why would he come here to another one already? he had just been here yesterday. was he this devoted? was your punishment meant to torture you alive?
don’t be rude, your father is speaking.
you jolted in your seat, head whipping around. but jake just sat there, eyes focused on your father as his hands were clasped in his lap.
how unholy of you to think of my lap while in the lords house. and all these people here with us as well.
it was all too much, you couldn’t stay here. the second everybody rose to sing, you quickly made your way out of your own personal prison.
outside, you stared at the vast nothingness in front of you. sand, so much sand. was there really more than this out there?
later that day, your parents looked at you with eyes full of worry. you had never missed sermon unless you were violently ill.
“i’ll be okay,” you reassured them, no certainty in your mind. but of course they believed it. everyone around here would rather believe lies than admit that you were all doomed out here.
you had slept for the day, missing evening sermon as well. this time, there had been no impure thoughts torturing you. this time, you had been dreaming of the woods. the smell of wet moss and petrichor.
when you woke, the moon greeted you. unsure with what to do, you started roaming around town. how are all of them just fine with this? there’s no satisfaction with this life. were they all that blind? or did they choose to not see it.
of course you found yourself in front of the church, that damned little building.
one more time. you will try one more time and if that isn’t helping then so be it. you’ll have to find another way to make it through this hell.
the doors opened with a soft creak, almost sounding like a mocking laugh.
you walk past the empty benches, stopping in front of the giant cross hanging in front of you. how cruel to display a man in his suffering for everyone to stare at, you thought.
with a deep sigh you drop to your knees, the wood pushing into your skin.
one last time.
you squeezed your eyes shut.
“god, strengthen me to resist temptation. god, cleanse my mind from all impurity.”
“you really think that’ll help you?”
jake. of course he’s here.
you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
“who sent you?” you scoff over your shoulder.
“i act upon my own free will.”
“bullshit", you shoot back. “there’s nothing here. there must be a reason why you’ve come here.”
at that, he laughed. “well of course there is! you.”
this time, you turn your head completely.
“me.”
“yes, you.”
without comprehending how, he suddenly materialised in front of you, looking down at you. but you weren’t afraid, didn’t tremble in fear. no, you felt like how they said you would feel when you felt god.
his hand reached out and you took it.
with one swift motion, you were on your feet as he led you over to the altar.
your back pressed against the wood, digging into your skin. his hand cupped your cheek so softly you almost flinched.
“recite.”
nothing further, no questions, just a command. and you complied.
“no temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. and god is faithful, he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.”
his hand travelled down your body, bunching up the soft material of your nightgown.
“ corinthians, good choice.” he mumbled as his lips grazed your neck.
your eyes fluttered, hand grasping his shoulder for stability.
“continue.”
he said this as if you weren’t experiencing the most forbidden thing you were taught to avoid all these years.
“how did you do that? be in my head,” you breathed out.
the vibrations of his chuckle against your neck sent goosebumps down your spine.
“gentleman never tell his secrets.”
you huff, head falling backwards as his plush lips suck on your neck, surely leaving bruises behind already.
his lips travelled further down your throat, over your collarbone, down your arms. he took your hand so sweetly, as if it hadn’t been gripping onto him for dear life. sweet kisses adored your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours in the process.
“next verse, pretty.”
with that he dropped onto his knees in front of you, big hands gripping the insides of your thighs.
a soft gasp slips past your lips as you feel his breath on your already damp core.
“i’m not gonna continue if you don’t speak.”
your head falls back in frustration.
“create in me a pure hea–” his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe along your closed pussy. your legs squeeze around his head and he hums.
“create in me a… a pure heart – fuck, o god, and…and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
it was downright blasphemous what you were doing. leaning against the holy alter, an almost stranger between your legs as you get high on the way his tongue feels.
jake on the other hand wasn’t thinking of the setting at all, no all he was focused on was the sweet scent coming between your legs. he had been going crazy ever since that night, smelling your arousal all the way across town.
“taste so good, better than any pure honey,” he praised.
oh and you responded so beautifully to him. limbs twisting at his touch, sweet moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.
but he wanted more, he wanted you utterly addicted to him.
his hands moved up your dress, fingernails grazing against the soft skin. without warning, he grasped you tit, fingers pinching the already hardened nipple. and my god, the noises coming out of you. a gorgeous mix of a groan and a whine, only intensifying as he increased the pace of his tongue flicking up and down your pussy.
“more, please.”
your voice was barely a whisper at this point, how could anyone resist a plea this sweetly?
he pushed the wet material aside, leaving you no time to adjust to the cool air hitting your exposed cunt. his nose nudged the sensitive bundle as his tongue dove straight into the wetness threatening to drip out of you.
if heaven had a name it would be yours, if it had a place it would be your pussy. he moaned at the way he could feel you clench, the overwhelming smell of you making him dizzy. your fingers in his hair, tugging away, making it sting so deliciously he couldn’t stop the moan escaping him.
“another.” he demanded between slurps of your arousal.
“submit yourselves, then, to,to – fuck, to god. resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
at this jake couldn't help but laugh. the devil, some would argue he was one of his reincarnations.
"i’m so close–” your tiny voice barely a squeak, and he pushed his thumb on top of your clit. with a sharp cry you came, your arousal dripping down his chin and he closed his eyes. god, you were everything he had needed.
you were still dizzy as he levels with you again, cum covered lips sloppily finding yours. it was a mash of tongue and teeth, barely even a kiss. it was possessive, both of you almost breathing the other in. you have never kissed anyone before, all you knew was that his lips felt like they had the cure to life on them.
in the turmoil of it all, your hand slipped and you hissed.
ironically, your finger had pierced the sharp top of the carelessly thrown away crucifix. little droplets of blood rolled down your skin, as jakes mouth covered the wound, tongue circling over your flesh.
he releases your finger, the moon hitting the sharp ridges of his face. but there was something else, something new. two pointy fangs shimmered in the moonlight.
your eyes locked with his and you paused, they had changed as well. a red hue covered the previously brown and you realised: this wasn’t the devil seeking you out. no, it had been the night creature the old women of the town had read you stories about when you were a kid.
for a moment you just looked at each other. jakes eyes roamed over your face, looking for a trace of fear or disgust. but you surprised him, hands intertwining behind his neck as you press your lips to his, tongue slipping in between his lips.
a soft moan escaped him, his hands travelling down to your hips, positioning you onto the altar.
“want all of you,” you mumble in between kisses, your hands tugging at his shirt.
within seconds he got rid of not only his clothes, but yours as well. he heard your heartbeat hammering away between your ribs, the little vein on your neck pulsing with blood.
“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”
his hand settled on your hip while the other cupped your cheek. it would almost be romantic if you weren’t on top of the altar in your fathers church.
the wetness between your thighs helped him enter, yet you couldn’t help but wince at the unknown feeling.
sweet hushes left his lips, his hand rubbing up and down your waist as kissed the your squeezed eyelids.
“just give it a moment, yeah?” he assured as you took a deep breath.
“there you go, gonna make you feel so good,hm?”
and when he bottom out for the second time you felt it, the pleasure that moved through your body, engulfing you.
your nails dig into his back, feeling the muscles move under your touch. you look at him, his furrowed brows, his fangs digging into his plush bottom lip.
without thinking you push your finger down on his lip, near the fang. he looks at you and before he could ask you pushed your finger to the pointy tooth.
blood spilled almost instantly and he moaned, gaining a grin from you.
“you’re dangerous,” he breathed, tongue licking away at the blood spilling from you once again.
“says the vampire,” you shoot back.
he only chuckled at that, lips attaching themselves to your neck once again.
as if you had done this a million times, your bodies move in sync, breathless moans echoing off the holy walls.
“make me one of you, “you plead. “let me explore the world with you. don’t leave me here to rot away.”
the honesty of your words almost knocked the air out of his lungs. he motioned to pause but you clenched around him.
“no, don’t stop. please.”
his forehead dropped down onto yours, hips now moving more slowly, almost careful.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
you scoff, “so you just came here to take my virginity and leave?”
his eyes softened, the red fading and his hips stilled.
“never. you have no idea how long i’ve been trying to ignore your pull. i’ve travelled the entire world, yet no place on this damned earth is far enough to make me not want you.” his hands cupped your cheeks. “you’re my ruin, do you understand that?”
you could only stare at him. was this the confession people told you of? the one that you would hear from your beloved before forever comes?
so you only had one word for him.
“please.”
for a creature rumoured to be heartless his eyes were so full of emotion. he captured your lips so softly, such a stark contract to moments ago.
you bucked your hips in invitation, a whine escaping his lips.
his lips moved down your chin, soft pecks on your chin and neck. he nestled his head between the delicate spot between your neck and shoulder.
“are you really sure?” he questioned softly.
you’ve never been allowed to make your own choices. it was follow this, do that and you’ve had enough.
“yes.”
he kissed your skin one last time before sinking his fangs into your skin.
you had expected it to sting, to burn. but all you felt was bliss.
at first, he slowly lapped at your skin, but even he couldn’t resist the sweet taste of blood for long.
as his tongue was on your throat, his cock moving in and out of you with such haste, you felt your life slip from you.
the cross loomed over you watching your damnation unfold and you smiled. this was the first own choice you’ve made. none of this mindless devotion anymore. no more lies, no more pretending.
jake felt you slip away between his hands, quickly sinking his teeth into his own wrist.
“come on, you have to drink mine.”
the metallic taste of blood hit your tongue and you moaned, leaving jake in absolute awe. no prophecy could’ve told him that this is what his fate had in mind for him.
his hips still moving, he felt your walls tightening.
“just let go pretty, i’ve got you.”
the overwhelming sensation of him dominating all your senses on top of your slowing pulse had you climaxing within seconds. jake was not too far after you, his praises drowned out by the rushing of blood in your ears.
as you took your last breath, you felt him stroke the wet strands of hair out of your face, kisses on your cheek.
the first thing you noticed when you awoke was how loud the world was. sounds you’ve never heard before hitting your ears.
you blink the dizziness away and spot him, looking down at you.
both of you were clothed. it was still dark out, so you couldn’t have been out for too long.
after a moment you realise you’re still in the church, lying in his lap as he softly caressed your face.
the sun would rise soon, you had to leave before the violent light woke. yet you felt no sadness, you mourned this town long ago. there had never been a future for you here.
he was your future now. an endless future, together. never to be alone again. the sweetest sin.
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contains: edging, degradation, sub!reader, finger sucking, name calling (slut), fingering, reader has two orgasms, he gets sweeter at the end (mdni)
guys this is so short so i might write a part two
your back arched impossibly off the bed as you turned your head to the side and let your mouth fall open in a silent “o” shape. jake kept rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit relentlessly.
almost immediately after coming down from your high you whined "that's not fair jakey- i told you i wanted to come around your fingers"
you could already feel the tears gather at the corners of your eyes as your hand pushed into his chest.
it wasn't fair.
"so fuckin' ungrateful huh?" he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. you squirmed.
"maybe if you had held off your orgasm like I told you to..." he looked down at where your body was now pathetically arching.
"stay fuckin still" he slammed your hips down.
"babyyy" you whined again as your legs kicked behind him, where they were wrapped around his waist.
"'s not fair."
"y/n, baby, just quiet down. hm? d' you wanna feel good?" he tipped your chin up so you looked at him.
you nodded.
"just be good for me then. can you do that? he tapped his finger on your chin and forced two of them into your mouth
you sucked.
" there. like that "
he pulled them out and brought them down where he nudged them at your entrance.
" you're a fuckin slut. " he pushed them inside and you gasped.
"is this what you wanted?"
"fuck jakey" you moaned breathlessly.
"you gotta be quiet y/n-"
he pulls them out and continues gently massaging your clit.
you arch into his touch and moan, already feeling that knot start to form in your stomach. It’s not your fault when he looks this good above you, his messy hair falling over his eyes.
jake already realizes this by how you're arching into him.
"gonna hold off f' me okay?" he watches you nod absentmindedly as his fingers rub against your clit.
unfortunately, it's game over when he gathers the wetness leaking out of your hole and resumes stubbornly rubbing your clit.
"fuck" the friction is too much and before you can stop yourself your hips grind back against his fingers and you're coming.
his brows furrow in disappointment but he doesn't stop touching you until you're panting and pushing him away.
you immediately whine and cover your face with your hands, half embarrassed, half disappointed.
he guides them away and presses a kiss to your forehead
"so fuckin' dumb for me. hm?" he searches your gaze and you look away, embarrassed.
you had one job.
"it's not my fault" you pout slightly
he tilts your head back towards him.
"oh is it mine?"
you don’t reply and he can tell you're beating yourself up enough, you don't need another punishment.
he lies down and guides you onto his chest, where you settle with a pout.
"'s okay baby. you'll get better at that" his fingers scratch gently at your scalp, making you feel sleepy.
"we'll just do a ton of practice mkay?" he murmurs as he presses a kiss onto your head.
"don't get sulky on me."
"wanted to come around your fingers" you explain, still sporting that subtle pout that tells him you're not over it.
"i know baby but you gotta learn to hold off f' me"
he sighs as he holds you tighter.
"besides… you look really fucking hot when you come like that. all needy and whining like im not giving you enough. you're so cute" his hand comes to rest on your hip and only then do your eyes dart down and notice his massive boner.
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