There Goes My Shadow – Extra
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warnings: STRAIGHT UP JUST PURE SMUT! 18+, teasing, fingering, a finger in the ass, morning sex, unprotected sex, slight impact play (titty slappin'), spanking, little bit of mean jake, overstim., not pulling out, little bit of fluffy stuff mixed in
a/n: happy halloween!!!!!!! this is just straight up porn with no plot, kind of just a little add-on to the demon!jake series <3 hope yall enjoy!
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You wake up hot.
Your skin is sticky with sweat, your hair is sticking to your forehead. You pull back from Jake just enough to look at him. He's still asleep, but he lets out a quiet sound, and before you can stop him, he's tugging you back to him.
“Jake,” you say softly, placing your hand on his shoulder. He's still hot, too hot. Like your own personal furnace. He hums, unmoving. “You're hot,” you whisper, your hand moving to his forehead, palm lightly caressing his skin.
“Not so bad yourself,” he murmurs, eyes still shut.
You huff a laugh, “You know what I mean,” you say, your hand sliding down to his cheek. He groans, not saying anything further, and you sigh his name again.
He huffs, slow and deliberate, “It's fine.”
“I'm sweaty,” you retort.
His eyes open, blinking a few times as he wakes up completely. He’s wearing the tiniest hint of a frown, and his eyebrows are furrowed together.
“I thought it was supposed to work,” you say softly, brushing his sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead.
“It did,” he says quietly, his hand wandering from your waist, mapping out the places on your body that made your breath stutter.
His hand slides over the swell of your hip, sliding under the hem of your panties, resting there. Your heartbeat quickens, “Then why are you still so… warm?”
He's still possessive, too. That intensity from after the ritual hasn't left. It's lessened, thanks to what the two of you had done, but it's still there.
He tugs you closer to him despite the heat burning between you. His eyes fall shut again, “Waited too long.”
You grow a little frustrated, “Wake your ass up,” you say, a little harsh.
His hand slides to your backside, his fingers teasingly caressing the plush skin. Your breath hitches.
He hums, his fingers digging into the meat of your backside, before he uses his other hand to move you onto your stomach.
“What are you doing?” You ask softly when he moves down just enough to comfortably tease at you.
He grins, “Nothing.”
You cross your arms under your head, resting your cheek against your heated skin. He leans in, kissing your nose sweetly. You lift your chin, and he presses another kiss to your lips.
He slips his hand out of your panties, but before you can complain about it, he's tugging the material down your legs with one hand. His other hand grabs your face, angling your head up to look at him.
“So pretty,” he says softly, almost a whisper.
Your face flushes as his hand grabs your thigh furthest from him, pushing your legs open. You're already wet, you can feel it dripping, and you shiver as you're exposed to the chill of the morning air. It's such a contrast to the heat boiling from Jake.
His fingers slip along your skin, squeezing your inner thighs, your ass, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You're a tease, you know that?” You mutter when his fingers ghost between your thighs before retreating.
He hums, low and rough, “No baby, I'm not.”
You sigh, your hips pushing up slightly when he does it again. “Jake–”
He crudely slips one finger inside of you, a smirk gracing his lips at the heavy breath you let out.
“It worked,” he says slowly, his finger slipping out only to return with another. He doesn't move them, he just tucks them away inside of you, still. “It's just gonna take a few more times.”
“W-why?” You ask, rocking your hips just once.
“We waited,” he explains gently, his free hand pushing your hair away from your face, cradling your head in his palm. “There's a lot of energy left, sweetheart.”
You feel yourself clench around his fingers, your body heating impossibly further at the implication, “Oh,” you breathe, pushing yourself against his hand, and silent plea for more.
He curls his fingers once, before he slips them out of you. You huff a breath, your upper half melting further into the mattress.
He slides a finger up, easing over your southernmost entrance, and your eyes widen, “Jake–”
He shushes you almost immediately, his lips pressing to your forehead, “Just touching you, honey.”
“Not there,” you say, shame burning your face.
“Yes, there,” he says, gentle and soothing. “Everywhere.”
“That's–” you hide your face in your arms, “Dirty.”
His fingers gently tangle into your hair, pulling just enough to reveal your face to him again. He teases his fingers over you once again, and his eyes light up at the expression on your face. “It's okay to like it dirty,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours, “It'll be our little secret,” he whispers.
You whimper lightly when his finger teases, threatening to push through. Your fingers tighten around your arms, but you melt into him regardless.
He slides his finger down, slipping inside of your aching cunt, before he pulls back out, and presses his finger into your tightened hole. You gasp, immediately tensing, and he hums, a quiet sound of admonition, “Relax baby,” he breathes, “You're alright– Trust me, sweet girl.”
Your breathing is heavy, your face is hot from shame and want, “Jake,” it's a whine of his name, weak and pathetic.
“I’ve got you,” he says softly, “Relax for me.”
You bury your face back into your arms, letting out a petulant whine as he pushes his finger all the way in. It feels wrong. You feel dirty, filthy and depraved. And the worst part is that you ficking love it.
“Fuck,” he says. It's to himself, a curse whispered with unbridled lust.
You feel your body relaxing, easing into a puddle of yearning mush. “More,” you breathe, hoping he heard you as you hide your face from him.
He hums, “I dunno, sweetheart,” he says softly, “Not gonna give you too much. Not yet.”
You huff, but you know he's right. Still, he's unmoving and you're so worked up you could probably come from just a brush of his fingers over your clit.
“Then touch me,” you demand, bucking your hips just once. It feels different with his finger where it is, and it makes your jaw tighten.
“Stop hiding from me,” he murmurs, easing his finger out just a little, before pushing back in.
You let out a quiet sound of embarrassment, but you turn your head regardless. You can barely stand the way he's looking at you, and you lean forward, pressing your lips to his.
He quickly takes control of the kiss, firm and unyielding as his hand slips under your body. A broken moan escapes your lips when his fingers press against your clit. You grab his shoulder, hiding your face in his chest as he starts rubbing over you.
His finger eases in and out of you slowly, gently, while he expertly handles your aching bud with his other hand.
“Fuck Jake,” you whisper, your fingers grabbing his hair.
“I know,” he says, almost condescending, “It feels so good, doesn't it, baby?”
You nod rapidly, “Yes,” you say, voice broken. He hums, his fingers speeding up as they deftly work at you. You whisper your next word quietly, a plea you're almost too ashamed to say out loud, “Harder.”
He lets out a quiet sound, almost disbelieving, before he begins moving his finger inside of you quicker, harder.
You're close, you know he knows. His hand meets your skin with a subdued smacking sound, the noise of his skin hitting yours with force. It drives you crazy.
“Come on,” he encourages.
You feel your thighs shaking, your entire body tightening as you draw closer to your orgasm. You send him a wordless message, throwing it out from your mind to his, Talk to me.
He huffs a quiet laugh, “Yeah?” He nips at your earlobe, “You want me to talk to you, baby?”
You nod, breathing a quiet yes.
“Flithy little girl, aren't you?” He murmurs, “Asking me to say dirty things to you while my finger's in your ass,” he clicks his tongue, “Fucking depraved.”
“I am not,” you argue weakly, pretending it didn't bring you that much closer to your end.
“You are,” he retorts, “You're fucking squeezing around me, dripping from that pretty cunt while she's not even being touched properly.”
You tighten further, your fingers digging harder into his hair, “Jake.”
“Oh,” he breathes, “Pretty girl's about to come with a finger in her ass, isn't she?” You nod despite yourself, and he lets out an almost desperate sound. His lips attach to your skin, wherever is closest, your arm, your shoulder, “I'm gonna fuck this pretty little ass of yours one day, baby.”
You hate that that's what does it. Your orgasm crashes into you, hitting you hard as you sob out his name.
“That's it,” he says with a smug laugh. His fingers rub tight circles over your clit, and his other hand is practically slamming into you, quick and hard as he works you through it. You sink into him, into this mattress, as your eyes roll back. “Fuck, that's it,” he grits, “Good fuckin’ girl,” he praises you, his lips kissing over your skin as you come down from your high.
You can only manage a broken hum, melting completely as he slips his hands away from you. He pulls away, tugging his own underwear off, before moving to his knees behind you, settling over the top of you. You move to push yourself up on your elbows after he tugs your shirt off. He lets out a quiet hmm-mm, his hand on your back pushing you back against the mattress.
You lay your head down, pressing by your cheek against the cool sheet beneath you. His thighs are firm, holding your lower half in place as he grabs your ass with both hands. He hums, quiet, before his palm collides with your skin, hard and warm. The smack echoes through the room, muting the gasp you let out.
Your hands instinctively go to your backside, a feeble attempt to cover your skin. He gently grabs your hands, leaning over you as he places them above your head, pressing them into the mattress. “Keep ‘em here,” he warns low in your ear, his fingers slowly skating back down your arms. “Don't. Move.”
Your breathing is labored, your entire body is thrumming, aching with need. He leaves a solid smack to your other cheek, before he grabs the plush skin, kneading it in his hands.
He's… intense.
You know he's still got all of that energy inside of him, burning at him and eating him up. It's obvious in the way he's touching you, playing with you. Like you're the only thing in the world that matters, like touching and fucking you is his only priority.
You don't dislike that at all.
He uses his grip on you to spread you apart, leaving you open and exposed to his eyes. You don't dare speak, you haven't got the nerve at the moment, but you're so desperate to feel him inside of you that it almost hurts.
Before you can get up the nerve to tell him to fuck you, you feel the head of him nudging against you. Your eyes fall shut in contentment, your hands tangling into the bedsheets, still obediently where he placed them.
He leans over you, grabbing the pillow beside your head, before his other hand grabs your waist, yanking your backside up against him as he shoves the pillow under you.
It's lifted your hips, angling your lower half perfectly for him. The soft cushiony head of his cock slips along your soaked heat, dragging back and forth. He ghosts it up, pressing just barely at your lower entrance. Your eyes widen, your entire body tightening in anticipation, and you burn as you realize you want it.
He hums a soft laugh, before he moves back down to your soaked core. Your eyes fall shut the second he pushes into your aching heat, melting beneath him as he settles in to the base.
You take a deep breath through your nose, unaware you were missing this as much as you were. It'd been less than a day. The thought made you feel desperate.
He groans quietly, his hold on your hip tight enough to leave bruises. The position has him pressing against your walls just right, nudging that spungy bump inside of you that makes you shiver and see stars.
He leans over you, placing a hand beside your head, “Does it feel good for you, baby?” He asks sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to your hair. You nod, humming a soft mm-hmm. In a move you hope he'll let you get away with, you slide your hand down, grabbing his hand in yours.
He huffs a laugh, tangling your fingers together, before he eases your hand back where he placed it, “Told you not to fucking move,” he says quietly, voice firm.
You huff, annoyed and incredibly turned on. You tangle your fingers back into the sheets, purposely clenching around him. He draws his hips back, and before you can mentally prepare for it, he slams back inside of you.
Your mouth falls open around a moan, your fingers tightening as he begins fucking into you. The sound of his skin hitting yours is loud, making your head spin and your thighs tremble.
His fingers wrap around your throat, pulling you up away from the mattress. You're suspended in the air, held up only by his hand squeezing your throat, your lower half being held down by his thighs as he fucks you.
His hand slides down as he yanks you up, until you're resting on your forearms, and he grabs at your breasts. You can't stop the noises falling out of your mouth, broken cries and despondent moans. You aren't expecting it when his hand connects with your breast, a sudden slap that sends a delicious sting racing through you. You let out a loud sob at that, pressing your hips higher up.
“Dirty fuckin’ thing,” he grits out, repeating the action, just a tad harder, on your other breast, “You like that?” His tone is teasing, edging you along.
You nod, quite frankly not caring about the shame you thought you should feel.
He hums, tweaking your nipple between his fingers. He moves his hand to your hair, his mouth at your ear, “You get so fucking tight when it hurts a little,” he whispers, tugging just enough for you know what he means. You feel yourself clench around him as he pulls your hair.
You whine and he huffs a laugh, shoving your face back into the mattress beneath you. Your hands grab into the sheets again, gripping onto them like a lifeline as he holds you in place. He straightens up as he moves both hands to your hips, sliding them down to your backside. Your face reddens when you feel him spreading you open again, feeling just a tad too exposed as he watches himself fuck into you.
You breathe his name, your eyes rolling back when his hand snakes around to your front. He slips his hand between you and the pillow, and rubs tight, unforgiving circles over your clit.
Your hand jerks down, grabbing his wrist in attempts to slow his fingers. His other hand hits your ass with a solid smack, the sound echoing throughout the room. You cry out, and he grabs your hand, holding it at the small of your back. “What'd I tell you?” He asks calmly.
“Jake–”
His hand disappears from your clit, leaving another sound impact into the burning skin of your backside, “What'd I fucking tell you, Y/n?” He repeats, his voice firmer as he grabs the heated skin mercilessly.
“To keep my hands up,” you sob, voice wrecked.
He hums a soft agreement, “You'd be a lot better off if you learned to listen.”
Fuck you.
You don't mean to send it hurling at him, your brain throwing the taunt at him before you could stop it. He slows to a teasing pace, leaning back over you as he rocks into you in an achingly torturous drag. “Fuck me, huh?” He says, lips turned up in a smile against your ear.
“You're mean,” you breathe, in defense of yourself.
“Why?” He asks teasingly, one hand snaking around to your throat again, “You can't handle it?”
“I can,” you grit out, leaning back into him when his fingers tighten around your skin.
“Then fucking take it,” he says through clenched teeth.
He's fucking into you fast and hard again, the head dragging just right against your walls. You're pressed tightly against the mattress and his body, and the pillow is rubbing teasingly against your clit.
“Touch me,” you whisper, “Please, Jake–”
“Oh now she wants it,” he says, smugly. “No.” He grabs the pillow, somehow pressing it just right against your clit, “Grind that pretty little clit right there, baby– You don't get my fingers again.”
You let out a broken sob, despondent and pathetic, but you rock your hips against the pillow regardless. His own hips slamming into your backside helps the pillow rub against you just right, and you're so close your eyes are watering.
“Jake,” your thighs shake, but it's just not enough. You need his touch, “I want you to make me come– please baby.”
You feel his hips stutter, and his hold on you tightens imperceptibly. He growls low in his throat, “You play so fucking dirty,” he murmurs, his hand shoving at the pillow to replace it with his fingertips.
“Oh, fuck–” You gasp when his fingers, relentless, rub quick firm circles over you. “I'm gonna–” It hits you before you can even finish warning him. Hard and heavy, wrecking through you so intense, you cover your mouth with your hand.
He manages to tear it away, letting your sobs and moans fall out freely. “Let me hear you, sweet girl,” he says, his hips moving to a slow, grinding pace, somehow intensifying your orgasm. “Let it out baby, come as loud and as hard as you need to– Fuck, that's a good girl.”
Your body shudders with the aftershocks, his filthy rambling heating your insides despite your exhaustion. He slows to a stop, his hands soothing over your skin as you fight to steady your breathing, “Give it to me,” you whisper, rocking your hips against him, “Inside.”
He huffs a single breath, his hips fucking into you only a few more times before stuttering. He comes with a low groan, his grip on you tighter than it's been the whole night. You reach up, a shaky hand to his face, though the angle is awkward for you, and he presses his cheek into your palm as he recovers.
He eases out of you with a quick breath sucked in between his teeth. Your body feels like jell-o, weak and shaky as he turns you over, his mouth immediately attaching to yours.
“You okay?” He asks in between kisses. You nod with a soft mm-hmm into his mouth, and he pulls back just enough to study you, “Was it too much?”
“No,” you whisper, “That was…” You take a steadying breath, “Perfect.”
He smiles at you, “Let's get you cleaned up,” he says, helping you sit up, “We've got a long day ahead of us.”
“We do?” You frown, wondering just what exactly you had to do.
He grins, “Still got a lot of energy left, baby.”
You huff a laugh, “You're killing me, Jake.”
“You'll make it.”
