Those Eyes ✧.*
pairing: idol!jake x f!reader
summary: jake had a tough day at work — everyone has their ways of winding down, but jake’s preferred way of relaxing is… interesting. (see request here)
word count: 5,779
content warnings: smutty smut smut, sub!jake, dom!reader, reader is afab with she/her pronouns, excuse me there’s plot in your porn, begging (a LOT of it), mama pet name (reader!receiving), handjob, crying (from excess pleasure), overstimulation, praise, a smidge of mirror sex (blink and you’ll miss it tbh), cum eating, hand around neck (not choking), cowgirl, jake’s souls leaves his body, aftercare (jake!receiving, reader!receiving)
author’s note: ngl i don’t think i like this?????????? this isn’t a work of art or wtv so my bad yall
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It was the slam of the door that startled you.
You had recently taken to winding down for the day by taking up a book to read. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy reading, but the common distractions in life often had you neglecting your hobby more than you would like to admit. So, naturally, you had to go out of your way to etch it into your schedule. Every evening, like clockwork, there was the click of the kettle. The light squeak of the kitchen cabinet protesting as you removed your mug of choice. The quiet ruffling of cardboard boxes holding all the tea bags you loved. the thick trickle of the boiling water filling the porcelain cup to capacity. The quiet thud of your hot mug dropped on your bedside table. It was a ritual that you commonly practiced, one that always preceded Jake’s arrival from work.
It was normal for you and Jake to text or call quite sporadically throughout his work day, him slipping away for a quick few minutes phone call or a short text prior to engagements. He didn’t have to, you made it clear to him numerously, but something didn’t quite sit right in his spirit if he didn’t make the effort to reach out to you in the midst of his hectic schedules. That day was no different — a brief text message conversation and a two minute phone call. However, it was different. His texts were shorter, more spaced out and disjointed than usual. His tone in the phone call was short and almost carried some air of irritability that you couldn’t pin point. Your boyfriend had mentioned in passing that it was one of those days, but you had no way of preparing yourself for just how tough his day was.
Jake usually made a habit of announcing himself as he let himself through the door; he had familiarised your reading habit and knew you were holed up in your shared bedroom — it was his attempt to not frighten you and let you know that he was not a burglar who happened to somehow have the key to your house. However, nothing more could be heard beyond the front door slamming shut. A frustrated huff that could be heard afterwards informed you that the door slam was not intentional. There was the shuffle of him slipping out of his outdoor shoes into the house slippers located at the front door, followed by heavy footsteps which grew closer and closer. Soon, your boyfriend’s body crossed the threshold of the doorway of your shared bedroom. “Hi baby,” you chirped, folding down the top folder of the page you were scanning and placing it on your bedside table. “Oh, hey love,” he murmured in response, offering you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You eyed him carefully as he shrugged his bag off his shoulders and slung it to the corner of the room, as he actively endeavoured to forget about it for eternity. Your eyes squinted inquisitively, now knowing that your mind wasn’t running amok with thoughts of Jake’s inexplicable negativity. As he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, you decided to go straight for it. “What’s wrong?”
As soon as you spoke, his movements paused for a brief second, as if he thought he was doing a better job at hiding his emotions than he truly was. Jake continued to shed his outer layer without saying a word, the silence so stretched and thick that you thought he had ignored you completely. He finally responded after what felt like an eternity of no response. “Work was… a lot,” he started carefully. He didn’t turn to hold your gaze like he usually did and instead turned towards the vanity that sat across from the bed, slowly removing the few rings that adorned his long, slender fingers. Spying his face through the reflection in the mirror, his eyebrows were furrowed in clear agitation, jaw working through whatever unspoken carnality he held in his chest. “It’s not even like something happened in particular, I just feel… tense. Like I haven’t been able to really rest. It’s getting to me now.” His voice was gentle, despite all the physical attributes to his subdued anger. When he realised he could no longer stall himself by undressing himself from his outdoor accessories, he finally turned to meet your eyes. His eyes were soft, always were, but tiredness flickered within his orbs. He raised a hand to run through his hair, revealing the dark grey underlayer of his locks. Your eyebrows knitted together with concern. This side to Jake was not foreign to you, but it wasn’t common either. You hated to see him so bothered, so stressed, and not being able to take it away instantaneously. You opened your mouth, ready to spew a slew of ways for him to get his well deserved rest, until he spoke those faithful words.
“I need to relax.”
His voice suddenly sounded so small, so vulnerable and his facial expression suddenly loosened. Your heart pounded in your ears and heat raised to your face as you allowed your body to slowly settle. Relax didn’t mean what it meant to most people between you and Jake; it was a code word. Relax meant that he wanted to relinquish control for a few hours, forget about his responsibilities temporarily and, most importantly, submit. You thought you were mistaken, analysing any clues to inform you of such, but Jake remained determined. He stood very still at the foot of the bed, forcing himself to maintain eye contact despite every nerve in his body demanding to reject it. With a slow swallow, you took a deep breath through your nose and offered a slow blink. As arousal pooled in your most private place, what it took to position yourself where Jake needed you most took no effort at all. “You know what to do, don’t make me say it,” you drawled. Jake sharply took in a breath, as if to not have expected you to agree, but complied without a thought of hesitation.
As you slowly maneuvered your legs to hang off the side of the bed, the young man made his way in front of you. Your eyes never left his own as he sunk down, lower and lower, until his knees made contact with the floor below him. He fixed his eyes on you earnestly, eyes glossy with need for you. His lips glistened under the soft glow of the bedroom light in a dull manner from him licking his lips mere seconds ago. His venous hands remained on his clothed thighs, ever so trained and obedient. Your legs widened to accommodate his bigger frame while you leaned forward to caress your finger over his cheek. His internal battle was a quick and lost one — his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into your warm touch, as if to be the one thing he had been searching for all his life. Your heart softened, wanting nothing more than to scoop him in your arms and cuddle the night away, but you knew you didn’t truly want that. You knew he didn’t need that the way you knew he needed you. “Sweet boy,” you whispered, taking him in from his delicate lashes, the dusty pink which colored his cheeks, the the similar pink of his lips. At the affectionate title, his eyes opened up once again, not unlike a dog being called to its owner. Despite the pang of arousal it sent straight to your core, your carefully placed expression meant that it was something that Jake would fail to read.
“Yes?” He whispered. In the state he was in, he was like a sponge, so ready to soak up any and all words that tumbled from your lips. The hand caressing his cheek quickly moved to grip his jaw, ensuring there was no opportunity to escape your gaze despite how tempted he was to. The grip on his jaw allowed you to feel his veins move under his skin as he gulped. “What do you want me to do to you?” you quipped. Asking him a question when he was far gone was always a treat — you could almost see his mind searching for the words to string together if you looked deep enough into his eyes. He gulped once again, before his lips parted. “Please, I want you to touch me,” his voice said weakly. It was then that one of the hands raised to smooth over your thigh, his touch still grounding despite your sweats that covered your legs. While you could earnestly say that it was a trick that worked on you, it didn’t mean that you weren’t displeased with his behavior. Your eyes dropped towards his veiny hands wrapped around your thigh, then slowly back up to his own. Paired with your expression of indifference, it was an unspoken interaction that held a dictionary’s worth of words. Almost immediately. Jake’s hand retracted and fell on his lap once again, eye contact finally broken as he stared down at his lap in clear shame. “I-I’m sorry, please baby, please,” Jake whimpered. Tongue in cheek, you were swayed. A single gesture for him to get up was all that he required.
He rose to his feet almost immediately, large hands clumsily curling around the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head, exposing his lean figure. His torso exposed the efforts of his high intensity career, chest and stomach wound tight with toned outcome. Your eyes followed a particularly thick vein which protruded from his bicep as his shirt slid down his arm down to the floor by your feet. Your fingers made quick work of his belt which kept his dark slacks clung to his slim waist and soon it fell limply at his feet, prompting him to obediently step out of them. The sight of his boxers were not lost on you and you didn’t even think to pretend not to look. While he wasn't fully hard, the weight of the bulge was evidence of a man who was at least partially erect. If that didn’t inform you enough, a small, dark spot developing around the end of his bulge was evidence enough. Above you, Jake sucked in a sharp, shaky breath as his hands dutifully clasped behind his back. With a single finger, you curled your digit around the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down to his feet in one fell swoop. Jake, ever expressive but obediently silent, just barely stopped a tiny, strangled whine from escaping his throat. Though partially erect, the heaviness of his thick girth meant that his cock still somewhat hung between his thighs when released from its clothed cage. Saliva accumulated in your mouth immediately, but ever stoic, you remained appearing unaffected.
Then, you swung your feet back onto the mattress you were previously laying on and positioned your legs wide and far apart. The young man followed suit; carefully climbing on the bed and situating himself carefully between your legs and his bare, wide back pressed against your chest. From your position, you could see how his eyelashes fluttered, his pink mouth falling slightly ajar as if he failed to take in sufficient breath by breathing through his nose alone. You witnessed the moment that the hairs of his arms stood to attention the second your hand wrapped around his bicep, running your fingers over his skin while your other reached over to your bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lube. you had no doubt in your mind that the precum that Jake was producing and would go on to produce would be more than enough lubrication, however you were particular addicted to how much you could fuck Jake’s brains out with your hands alone — the slick provided by the lube never failed to make his brain dysfunctional. As his cock, still ever hardening, drooled onto his thigh with effort, you squeezed a generous amount of lube onto your palm before smoothing the substance over his girth. Though he tried to maintain the same resolve you held effortlessly, you could easily hear the way his breath hitched and his body immediately stilled.
Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock while your other hand took a firm hold of the rest of him, delicately spreading the lube over his length. “Tell me about your day,” you murmured. The hesitation from Jake informed you that it was the last thing he expected to hear out of your mouth given the context, but he would be stupid to not listen to you, not when your hand was so soft, so warm, gripping him just right. “U-Um,” he gulped, gathering all the words he could generate in that moment. “We had training for the choreography for the new - fuck - comeback, t-the snippet I played for you the other night,” he explained steadily yet breathily. His cock adequately slick, your fist started at a steady pace, stroking him with ease. His head lulled back against your shoulder as he released a small whimper, his length twitching and his tip still leaking into the crevices of your lithe knuckles. “Oh yeah, that sounded cool. I was thinking about what the choreography would look like in the shower this morning actually,” you hummed, tone level and passive as if they were sharing a conversation over coffee, not while you were effectively taking his soul with just the palm of your hand. As you responded, Jake let himself get lost in the sensation. You could tell he wasn’t truly connected to the chatter, and so you let him for some stretched seconds until you continued to speak. “What was the choreography like then?” you cooed, twisting your wrist expertly as your hand moved up and down. Jake whined lowly, his hands holding onto your knees. “It’s really fast and uh…” he trailed off as your pace quickened. The slickness of your fingers massaging his shaft filled the room with the lead sound, whir your eyes moved from his pulsating length to the man’s distant expression. He wasn’t far off drooling, you could tell. “Was it hard baby?” you urged him softly. “Yes! Yes,” he moaned.
Your pace slowed ever so slightly so the hand that gripped the base of his cock moved to his weeping tip instead. Your thumb pressed against the wet slit and moved the pad of your thumb back and forth, stimulating his most sensitive spot. Jake cried out and pathetically rutted against your hand, chasing a level of pleasure that you knew too well he would struggle to handle. Beads of sweat rolled in on themselves and ran down his face and onto his neck, where you carelessly flattened your tongue to lick it up and attach your lips. You started to suck and nip at the crook of his neck while humming in satisfaction. Jake was helpless at this point, heady and whimpering your name. “Please baby, please, please, pl-ease - oh my God,” he whined. His voice was beginning to crack with effort, and if you flicked your eyes up, the tears welling up in his eyes seemingly glittered under the room’s light. “Oh darling boy,” your voice softened after you detached from his neck. The spot bloomed a brilliant red, sure to bruise adequately as the evening grew. “What’re you begging for?”
The hand stimulating his tip dropped down to his balls and you took them in your hands, gently massaging them between your fingers while you set an unforgiving pace with your hand stroking his cock. He was rock hard at this point, tip wet and angry. Jake’s hand moved to the sheets underneath your bodies instead of your legs to grip them in between his fingers, knuckles whitened from the sheer strength behind his hands. Only further moans tumbled from his lips, your words clearly just passing through his ear canal uselessly. With a soft sigh, you immediately stopped your strokes in favor of simply gripping the base of his cock, the hand on his testicles favoring just simply laying on his twitching thighs. Jake’s eyes immediately snapped open in shock, a short gasp leaving his lips. “W-wait, why?” he mumbled in shock, his chest still heaving. “I said, what are you begging for?” you enunciated once again. The lightness in your tone was gone, replaced by the aloofness you had adopted prior. His eyes looked around wildly, as if to still be coming to terms with the sudden loss of stimulation. “‘S just a lot… just for you to keep going,” he explained with a quiet voice. You sighed silently and pressed a soft kiss against his rouge cheeks as your hand built up another pace. The hand on his thigh moved to similarly grip his angry dick, both hands now moving up and down. Almost immediately, his head lulled back against your shoulder as a deep groan left his throat.
Your eyes flicked upwards towards the vanity mirror across from the bed and you carefully spied Jake’s features. The sounds falling from him were devastating, but the sight was even better. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he attempted to swallow down saliva into his throat that was rapidly drying. Your bruising on his neck was apparent, tying the image of positive sin up nicely. “Oh, you’re so good for me Jakey,” you cooed. Your praise was sufficient enough to draw a broken whine from him, as if to be agreeing without saying such. Jake was shaking now, all over, while the little pathetic shreds of composure he had remaining was actively being destroyed. You could tell he was growing close. “S-so-so good, I’m so close- so close, I can’t hold it,” he whimpered loudly. Sure enough, his cock was beginning to twitch against your knuckles. On any other day, you wouldn’t have had a problem with asking him to hold it on account of the fact that he told you he couldn’t, but you weren’t that cruel — especially when he had such a tough day. “You wanna cum baby?” your voice softened. The only thing that could be heard in the room were the damn near disgusting slicks of your hands massaging his cock, his whines which were dangerously near to sobs and the shuffling of the bed covers beneath the two of you as his hips twitched and moved up to fuck himself more into your hands. “So bad, I-I’ll be so good, I pro-omise, please mama,” Jake moaned. As much as you’d like to say the unexpected pet name left you unaffected, the throb in your sopping core informed otherwise. However, you put up a good front; simply humming in response to his words and continuing your pace despite your wrists beginning to ache in a dull manner. You took a long minute to respond, despite the pitiable pleases and fucks that tumbled from his lips. You enjoyed when he was this far gone, at the mercy of your words and your fingers. While his cock twitched angrily in your grip, you leaned close to his ear while fixing your eyes on the mirror across from the bed belonging to the vanity table. “You better look at how pretty you look in the mirror while you cum for me,” you instructed gently. Ever obedient, Jake forced his watery eyes open and fixated on the mirror to the best of his ability, pink lips still uttering your name and other slurring profanities. “Thank you - oh fuck.”
Just as the words fell from his mouth, his hips thrusted into your fists one last time, urging his girth to spill hot, white seed on your knuckles in strong spurts. Your speed slowed but never ceased, your eyes spying the way his face flushed a deep red. A strangled cry ripped from his throat just as his orgasm wracked his body like a tidal wave. While he took prolonged blinks, his heavy lidded eyes remained trained on the mirror. You peppered small kisses underneath his ear while his orgasm rode its course, until his devastating whimpers reduced to heavy breaths, until his quaking thighs reduced in intensity. His head lulled back against your shoulder as he continued to catch his breath. You allowed him to catch his breath for a short minute before speaking. “You know better than to not clean yourself up,” you remarked flatly. Jake blinked blearily, lost but willing to be instructed. Carefully, you let go of his softening length with one of your hands and brought it to his mouth. Picking up his head, his shaky hands held your wrist carefully, as if scared to break fine china, and slowly licked up his own cum, humming while doing so.The hand left on his length began to stroke him again slowly, causing his rhythm to temporarily halt but overall fail to disrupt his flow. He dutifully flattened his tongue and clean the back of your hand, your knuckles, the crevices between your lithe fingers. Your breath hitched just for a moment, a crack in your armour, and you were sure that Jake didn’t miss it. It didn’t take long until your hand was completely free of his spilled cum and his focus was fixated on your hand moving on his cock once again, sending sparks of overstimulation through his spine. “‘S too much, please give me a s-second,” Jake protested quietly, as if he truly did not want to complain but his hand had been forced. Without missing a beat, your hand sped up and you cut him a look from the side. “Are you complaining?” you spoke simply. Immediately, he shook his head, but followed it up with a soft no upon realising you would not be satisfied with a non verbal answer. With that, you continued to stroke his cock mercilessly, ignoring his soft cries. Tears prickled the corners of his eyes once again, but he willed them to not overflow. Soon, his length stiffened once again and you freed him from his torture just as his cries reduced to moans once again.
Once he was rock hard once again, you gently tapped his shoulder. That was enough instruction to cause him to shakily get to his feet, breath still uneven. You got up behind him and began to strip down, pulling your top over your head and undoing your bra. Jake almost immediately settled back down on the mattress as soon as you got up. His eyes were still absent yet still remained trained on your body which you readily exposed. Soon, you were bare. Normally there was some healthy yet small level of self consciousness you felt being exposed, but you were so wet that it didn’t even cross your mind. “Oh fuck,” Jake cursed silently. He watched you climb over his body carefully, large hands gripping your hips to steady you and make sure you perform the maneuver safely. “Baby, you’re so pretty,” he murmured once you had settled down. His eyes raked over your neck, your breasts, your bare torso, your core slickened with your arousal caused by Jake’s unwavering obedience. You felt his cock twitch angrily yet pitifully against your thigh, the remnants of lube smearing against your skin in a memorable touch of your past activities. “You’re so pretty too, love,” you spoke softly. Your hand traveled up to his neck and wrapped your fingers around it, not quite applying pressure but simply fixing his head to position itself in a manner where he could not escape your gaze. Although he usually had no issue with maintaining eye contact when prompted, the effect of your action is not lost on him; a soft, stifled whimper could be heard from his throat.
“How bad do you want it?” you quipped with a small mischievous grin. Just as Jake parted his lips to speak, you adjusted yourself so you sat directly on him, your wettened folds sitting snug against his hardened girth. Almost immediately you moved your hips against him, a sigh falling from your lips as your swollen bud became stimulated from the friction created with his veins. You could almost see the moment you stole the breath from his lungs simply from staring into his eyes before. The man who once knew exactly what to say was rendered effectively speechless. Still, he wouldn’t disobey you. “So, so, so bad. I need you please — you’re so soft ‘nd tight ‘nd… warm…” he groaned lowly in response. Your cunt shamelessly drooled on his cock to the extent that strings of arousal dropped between you and him when you raised yourself slightly. You gripped the base of his cock firmly and tapped the head of his dick against your clit with enough force to make you jolt. The grip Jake had on your hips tightened as he swallowed down a moan dryly. “Please, I-I need you so bad,” he urged once again. All strength had been stripped from his tone and exposed the true desperation hiding behind it. If that wasn’t enough of an indicator in isolation, the tears that sprang to his eyes almost immediately informed you of such. Finally succumbing to his soft, devastating pleas, you lined his throbbing girth up with your entrance and slowly slid down, working your way through the brutish burn of the stretch. A soft hiss left your mouth, but the burn was addictive and meddled messily with the pleasure of the fullness. Thus, you didn’t hesitate for a second. Jake, on the other hand, was trying his dear hardest to not cum straight away. The iron grip on your hip which foretold of a nasty bruise told you enough, but his quivering lip and the few tears he had been painfully holding finally falling down the redness of his cheek attested to it further. It was only when your hips fell plush against his own that you let out a breath that you weren’t even actively aware you were holding.
You took a long few seconds to allow your walls to scramble around his cock, rushing to align itself and stretch around him. You simply breathed deeply through your nose while your hand dropped from his neck to one of his hands on your hip, picking it up in your grip and intertwining your fingers together. That was enough to ground the both of you, where the sensation of simply existing in that moment was euphoric. “S-So… hah, tight,” he moaned wantonly. Almost immediately. you slowly began to rock your hips back and forth on him. A soft moan fell from your lips, your head rocking back. Jake leaned forward and raised his other hand from your hip and moved to cup your breast in his veiny hand. His tongue darted out and laid against the underside of your nipple while his lips wrapped around it, sucking earnestly while whining against you. The sensitivity in your peaks shot straight to your core, coaxing more sounds of pleasure from you. “You’re such a good boy,” you cooed between soft pants. You began to bounce up and down, placing both your hands on his chest. The burn of the stretch was still lingering, but the pleasure crawling through your veins made you not mind it entirely. Jake’s mouth fell open, guttural groans escaping his throat. The few tears that had rolled down his face dissipated onto the pink of his lips, the wet trail being the only testimony to their presence. You could feel the slight tremble of the young man’s thighs beneath your own every time you descended on his length, but that wasn’t enough for you.
You adjusted yourself to get up on your toes, moving your hands to grip the headboard behind Jake’s head. His eyes suddenly went wide, able to participate in what was to come, but the only thing that left his mouth was raggedy breathing. While your own thighs were quaking slightly simply from the previous stretch of his dick, your newly found strength enabled you to begin raising your hips and slamming them down on his own with reckless abandon. Your hips raised until just the tip of his cock remained nestled in you, but brought yourself down with a force which knocked the length out of both your lungs. You were punishing yourself in the best way. The new angle meant that the head of his cock jabbed your sweet spot with perfect precision, making you whimper. “Ho-holy shiiiit,” Jake moaned shamelessly. The way his cock massages your walls perfectly was mind numbing, but it was something you couldn’t fully succumb to at the time; not when your status quo was making Jake jelly. It seemed you were succeeding; his arms fell limply at his sides and he looked up blearily at you, his mouth ajar and only mere whimpers of your name falling from him occasionally. It was as if he was between worlds of being unable to bear your punishing hips, what with his lingering oversensitivity, and also not being able to get enough of the way your cunt weeped around him and squeezed his cock, threatening to milk him of all the cum he could possibly spill for a week. Despite how far gone he was, he found enough strength to raise a hand to plant on your bouncing ass, helping you as the burn of your position crept along your knees and thighs. You were barrelling closer and closer to the finish, quicker than you previously anticipated. Maybe it was the way the slick of your pussy coated him more and more, making his girth glisten under the low light of the room each time you raised your hips, or even your sounds becoming higher as you became a slave of your own making, but Jake took notice of it immediately.
With an unexplainable bound of energy, his other limp hand snaked around your thigh to press his thumb against your clit in tightly-wound circles. Your gasp was noticeable, loud, uncontrollable. “D-does that fe-eel good mama?” he groaned lowly. “It feels so p-perfect Jakey,” you cried out. Your pace began to stutter, failing to carry the same depth as before. Ever observant, Jake’s grip tightened on your hip as he adjusted himself to be able to thrust up into you, meeting your weakened hip movements. Despite taking on physical control, you knew he was still under your thumb at your beck and call. “Make me cum baby, I’m so cl-close,” you panted, one of your hands on the headboard falling to his chest once again, but this time rolling his nipple between your fingers. His whimpers remained loud, his voice even beginning to crack from effort, but his fingers and hips never stopped even as his own orgasm loomed. “Yes baby,” he responded quickly. You began to move your hips once again to meet his own, resuming the deep strokes you were subjected to before.
It didn’t take long.
Burying your face into the crook of his neck, your eyes rolled back as your orgasm fell in waves over your body. “Jaaaake,” you moaned in a voice that did not belong to you. Your body shook like a leaf in the wind above him, the hand on his chest slowly becoming your nails dragging across his skin. Similarly, Jake’s voice cried out shortly after you as his length began to twitch within your walls unloading rope after rope of cum deep against your cervix. He too completely slumped under you, spent and more than satisfied. Your hips rocked slowly and gently as he filled you up, causing you to shakily moan. The both of you said and did nothing for a while, still and throbbing, warm and glowing. The hand in your hip drew idle nondescript shapes into your lower back, your breath radiating pure heat against his pulse.
You soon moved slowly, body still shaky, and reached for a small clean towel which laid close to the vanity table. You crawled over to your boyfriend and gently cleaned his softening length which caused him to whimper. “You’re a good worker, Jake,” you murmured as you gently cleaned between his thighs. Your eyes flicked upwards to meet his eyes. The same eyes met you, so ready to listen but this time, a little more worn down. His hair was mussed in his face, slightly covering his eyes and some stray strands stuck to his forehead by sweat. His face remained flushed but was gradually lessening in its rouge. His lips were swollen from repeated licking and biting. His breathing still somewhat uneasy, he reached for a water bottle on the bedside table and flicked it open, taking several deep gulps. You grinned softly, knowing he was already anticipating your instruction to hydrate. “You don’t need to be so hard on yourself, you know that.” He listened earnestly while you peppered kisses trailing upwards to his mouth: his thigh, his hip, his lower stomach, his abs, his chest, his neck, his jawline. You finally let your lips touch, soft and grounding. His hand raised to cup the side of the neck as his lips moved carefully against yours with care of a person that did not want to break you. He broke the kiss to take the towel from your grip and motioned for you to lay down beside him, which you did. Mirroring your past movements, he wiped in between your legs so gently that it felt like he was ghosting over you. It made you shudder. “I know, I think I just got… really overwhelmed today,” he mumbled. Tossing the towel aside, he took the water bottle he had just drank from and handed it to you. Just like him, you tipped it back and drank its contents, feeling refreshed. “At least I only have a radio appearance tomorrow… but… thank you,” he smiled gratefully. You were mindful in returning the smile as you handed him back the water bottle. “Anytime baby.”
As Jake sank down on the pillow beside you, the heaviness of his eyes were telling. You carefully untucked the sheets from underneath your bodies and threw it over the two of you. He immediately snuggled into the new environment, pulling you into an embrace. Your hand raised to his head to massage his scalp. His eyes immediately fluttered shut in response. As he drifted off, you paid attention to his body slowly falling slack around you, yet his grip on your waist remained firm. It was the gentle rhythm of his heavy breathing that brought you under finally.
