* ✧˚. 𝑹ipped 𝑺eams - s.jy
The dress you wore tonight? Didn't stand a chance. Not when Jake was waiting all night to get underneath it.
pairing: jake sim x fem!reader
genres: established relationship, smut
word count: 550
This content is only for readers 18+
content warning: strong language, messy oral sex(fem receiving), tongue fucking, praise kink, mild rough handling, squirting, desperate!jake
soundtrack: dive- victoria monet
m.list! ✧ ˚ .
Before you could even think, Jake dropped to his knees.
His hands pushed up the soft fabric of your dress. Panties gone, mouth already aching for you.
“Fuck…” Jake mumbles, his fingertips digging into your thighs. His mouth dragged through your folds, flicking at your sensitive clit.
“Jake!” You gasp, nearly stumbling over as his warm tongue flicks against your clit again before dragging through more of your wetness.
He moans, his hands gripping you tighter as your back stays pinned against the wall. One leg rested over his shoulder, the other flat against the ground as he feasts on you.
“This dress…” Jake gasps before diving into you again, letting out a sharp moan as your taste hits his tongue.
“Barely even made it back to the hotel…fuck, you looked so perfect,” Jake mumbles into your heat. His hands slide up your thighs, dress bunching up as he coaxes you from below.
“Shit, Jake…” you gasp as you feel yourself dripping. Arousal slipping down his chin and onto the hotel floor.
One hand flies to tangle in his hair, the other helping you steady yourself against the wall.
“Yes…yes fuck…” Jake moans into your soaked pussy, his lips covered in your slick mixed with his saliva.
He drags his tongue back down to your hole, circling the wetness dripping there before thrusting his tongue up into your tight warmth.
Your back shifts against the wall even harder. You curse and moan as he fucks up into you with his wet tongue relentlessly.
Whimpers and whines escape your lips as his mouth works its magic. You feel a familiar tightness between your legs as you clench around Jake’s tongue.
He moans even deeper, gripping you harder. The sound of the hem of your dress ripping echoes off the hotel walls as the weave in the fabric tears apart.
“Jake!” you cry out as he tears your dress out of the way. The fabric rips up the seams, his sweaty hands are rough as he forcefully grabs at your thighs before sliding to your grab your ass.
“I’ll replace it..promise..fuck just need you to come,” Jake mumbles, his breath heavy as he tries to steady it between wet kisses to your aching pussy.
In response, you grab at his hair, pulling at the dark strands as sharp cries shamelessly fill up the room.
“Please…oh God, you taste—“
Jake’s praise is cut off with a sharp gasp of surprise. His tongue still lazily circling your clit with a pleasurable rhythm. You grip him even harder as you feel yourself clench around nothing.
You hear the droplets hit the floor. A pleasurable rush flows through you before your body goes limp with release.
And Jake is soaked.
He pulls away reluctantly, his lips swollen and glistening, the collar of his white shirt damp with your arousal.
“Did you just—“
“Holy shit—“ you whisper as you take in the aftermath. Pussy still throbbing, hands loosening their grip on his dark hair.
And a damp spot on the floor beneath you. Hot wetness trickling down the inside of your thighs.
“Fuck, I love when you make a mess,” Jake says with a cheeky smile of disbelief.
He leans back in, vibrations of his voice muffled as he moans into you.
“I’m gonna need you to squirt again, all over my face.”
© brokenengene
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