𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞
Jake was absolutely gone.
Not completely out of it—just comfortably faded. The kind of faded where everything about him slowed down. His words came out lazier, his movements heavier, his gaze softer around the edges. The smell of smoke still lingered in his room, mixing with his cologne and something that was just… him.
You sat beside him on his bed, trying very hard to act normal. Trying very hard to ignore the way your heart was beating too fast.
Jake was sprawled lazily across the mattress, broad shoulders sunk into the pillows. One arm rested behind his head while the other lay over your thigh like it belonged there.
Like touching you had become second nature, his fingers moved absentmindedly.
Slowly, carelessly. Tracing little patterns over your skin. Every so often, his fingertips brushed over the tiny bow tied at the waistband of your shorts, tugging at it slightly before letting it go. It was such a small thing.
Barely anything.
But every tiny touch felt magnified, your body reacted to everything. The lazy brush of his fingers. The warmth of his palm against your thigh. The weight of his attention, even when his eyes were half-closed.
You shifted slightly.
Then again, trying to ease the growing ache pooling low in your stomach. It only made it worse, your thighs pressed together instinctively. You hated how aware of yourself you suddenly felt.
Heat spread through your body, crawling up your neck, warming your cheeks. You tried to ignore it. Tried to act like nothing was happening.
But Jake—Jake noticed everything, always. His fingers slowed, then stopped. For a second, you thought maybe he hadn’t noticed. Then he lazily turned his head toward you. His eyes were heavy-lidded, slightly red from smoking, but still sharp enough to read you like an open book. His gaze dragged over your face.
Then lower.
Then back to your eyes, a slow grin spread across his face.
Dangerous, lazy, knowing.
You swallowed, Jake’s thumb brushed lightly against your thigh.
“Bun.”
Just hearing that nickname in his low voice made your stomach twist, you looked at him. His lips twitched. “Y’keep squirming.” Your breath caught.
“I’m not.” Your voice came out too quick. Too quiet.
Jake let out a soft laugh. “Yeah?”
He shifted slightly, rolling more onto his side so he could face you better. Now all his attention was on you completely. His hand moved higher on your thigh. Not enough to cross any line.
Just enough to make your breath hitch.
“Mhm.” His voice dragged, lazy and slow. “Can feel you rubbin’ your thighs together.”
Your face burned instantly.
Jake watched the reaction happen in real time, his grin widened. “There it is.”
You looked away immediately, humiliation and nervousness swirled in your chest. But Jake was still staring. Still watching every little thing, his voice dropped softer.
Almost amused. “Why’re you shy now, bun?” His thumb stroked slowly over your skin. “You know I notice everythin’.”
You couldn’t speak, couldn’t look at him. Your fingers twisted together in your lap. Jake stared at you for another second before speaking again. Slower this time.
Like every word took effort. “Y’know…” He paused, his tongue briefly dragged across his lower lip. “I can make that ache go away.” Your heart nearly stopped.
You slowly looked at him, Jake was already watching you. Half-lidded eyes locked onto yours, completely calm. Completely certain. Like he already knew exactly what your answer would be. His hand squeezed your thigh gently. “I can make y’feel better.”
Your breath came shallow, heat rushed through your entire body. Jake tilted his head slightly.
That lazy smile never leaving his face. “Can take care of you.” His voice softened into something warm. Something dangerously reassuring. “If y’let me.”
Silence.
The air between you felt thick, heavy. Your heart pounded so hard it almost hurt, Jake studied your expression.
Patient, not pushing, just waiting.
His thumb moved again, slow circles against your skin “Wan’ me to help you, bun?” Your breath caught in your throat. Everything about him felt overwhelming. The lazy drawl of his voice. The smoke lingering in the air. The way his heavy eyes stayed fixed on yours. The way his bottom lip disappeared briefly between his teeth.
It was too much.
Too much and not enough all at once, you could barely think.
But you knew one thing.
You wanted him.
Badly.
Your lips parted, no words came out.
So instead—You nodded, small, shy.
But enough, Jake’s expression shifted instantly. Something darker settled into his gaze. Not cruel, not rough. Just focused. Intent. Completely on you.
His grin turned slower, hungrier. “There she is.” His voice dropped into something rough and warm. “That’s my girl.”
The words sent a shiver through you. Jake pushed himself up slowly, movements lazy but deliberate.
Then he moved closer. Until he was right there
Between your legs, your breath hitched. His large hands settled on your thighs, warm and grounding. Like he was giving you time to adjust. Giving you space to back away if you wanted.
But you didn’t, you couldn’t.
Not when he was looking at you like that. Like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to.
Jake’s gaze moved over your face. Taking in every nervous breath. Every tiny reaction. His voice came softer now.
Almost unfairly gentle. “Look at me, bun.”
You did.
Barely, through lowered lashes. Jake’s expression softened, his thumb brushed over your thigh. “You nervous?”
You nodded faintly.
Jake gave the smallest smile. “That’s okay.” His voice was low. “Don’t gotta be scared.”
He leaned in slightly, close enough now that you could feel his breath. “I got you.”
And somehow—You believed him.
"Look at you, bun," he murmurs, voice low and rough. His fingers trace slow circles on your skin, dipping just under the edge of your waistband before retreating. "Squirmin already. Cute."
"Relax," he says, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. "I got you. First time, right?" His thumb strokes higher, brushing closer to where you ache.
You nod, barely, and his grin widens just a fraction.
"That's my girl," he breathes, leaning in until his face is inches from yours. His breath is warm, his eyes half-lidded but focused. "Don't be scared. I'm right here. Gonna take it nice and slow for you."
His fingers hook into your waistband, tugging just enough to expose skin. He watches your face the whole time, reading every flinch, every shaky breath. One hand stays on your thigh, grounding you, while the other slips lower, brushing over the damp fabric between your legs.
"Fuck, you're already wet," he mutters, cocky but soft. "Knew you'd like this."
He rubs slow circles through the cloth, pressing just enough to make your hips twitch. You gasp, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear.
"Shh, I got you. Tell me if it's too much." His fingers slide under the fabric now, finding your clit with surprising gentleness. He circles it lazily, watching your reactions like he's got all night. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
You nod again, biting your lip, and he rewards you with a little more pressure, his free hand stroking your side.
"Good girl. Just like that. Let me make you feel better."
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