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𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.
“I mean it. don’t touch yourself while I’m gone.”
he made you promise. he had said it so calmly, like it wasn’t the most torturous thing he could’ve possibly left you with “You can do that for me, yeah?” his palm cupped your cheek so gently it made your heart ache,
Jake always knew what he did to you. he knew how you cried on his cock sometimes, overstimulated but needy, taking him deeper even when you couldn’t anymore. he knew how easily your body gave in to his. that’s what made his request so cruel.
he hadn’t said it as a joke. he had kissed your forehead and said “I want to be the one to fuck you open again when I get back. promise not to touch yourself?”
“I promise Jake” you said
you meant it too. meant it when you kissed him goodbye, meant it even as you watched him go.
it’d been three weeks, three. and you were trying
every night you tried to distract yourself. a show, cold showers. you even made it through the first two weeks by sheer force, but by the third, it started creeping in. little memories of how Jake’s hand on your throat felt, the sound of his voice when he’d press you down and whisper “cmon baby, let me see you take it…”
and tonight, you were shaking
you were laid out on the bed in one of his shirts, your thighs rubbed together as you curled tighter, pillows tucked under your belly and your face buried deep into one like that could muffle the whimper threatening to come out of your throat
no touching, you promised. but the ache between your legs had become unbearable. your pussy was wet, you could feel it sticking between your thighs, your panties damp, your clit so swollen and sensitive. your hands twisted into the sheets just to stop yourself from moving lower
Jake wanted to be the one to fuck you open again. he said it so sweet. but right now, he wasn’t here.
and you were so, so empty
you turned your face to the pillow, teeth sinking into it as your hips rocked once, just once down into the mattress. you froze, the jolt of pleasure made your eyes squeeze shut
“fuck” you whispered into the pillow, voice trembling
you hadn’t even touched yourself properly and already your thighs clamped tighter, trying to get more friction without using your hands. Jake would be so pissed if he knew. or worse he’d laugh. laugh that mean little laugh he had when he caught you squirming on his lap during a movie, whispering dirty things into your ear while you pretended not to be seconds away from cumming just from his voice
you weren’t gonna last.
another grind, and your clit throbbed. you bit down harder, muffling the moan, fists tightening in the sheets, but your hips already began moving in slow little circles against the fabric, searching for just the right spot. each pass made your thighs tremble harder. your pussy clenched around nothing, soaking into your panties, to the point it felt slick
“no, no. Jake, fuck- I said I wouldn’t…” you whimpered
but the memory of his cock was what did it for you
thick and heavy, always so good when he slid it in, that first stretch pulling a gasp from your throat, the way your body had to remember how to take him every time. he fucked you like he knew you were too sensitive, like he wanted you ruined. he liked it when you cried. not from pain just from wanting him so bad it hurt
“so fucking greedy for it” he’d groan, hips meeting yours, hand locked tight around your waist as you arched back for more “Been gone five minutes and you’re already wet, huh?”
and now your fingers were between your legs, just one touch. just to feel how wet you were
you whimpered the second your fingertips grazed your clit “fuck…” the sensation making your knees jerk. you shouldn’t, but you were already rubbing slow circles, panting, mouth open
“Jake… Jake I’m sorry…”
he’d make you tell him, make you admit you broke, that you couldn’t wait, that you needed it too bad to obey
you moaned louder, fucking yourself against your fingers now, slick squelches mixing with the sound of your breath, your panties shoved to the side and your other hand over your mouth. the orgasm was right there, your pussy clenching in needy spasms as you cried out into your palm “Mmphh fuck, fuck, Jake-”
you finished hard, whole body tensing, thighs twitching uncontrollably. your eyes rolled, soaked fingers still moving in frantic little circles
after you were limp. tears pricked your eyes, not from guilt but from how bad you needed him here. inside you, on top of you, pressed into you
after that night you touched yourself again. and again. sometimes twice in one night, sometimes in the shower, sometimes just from remembering the exact feel of his cock resting heavy against your tongue. you finished to the memory of him whispering “such a needy little thing” in your ear. you came to the thought of how he groaned your name right before he filled you. you needed him and each orgasm left you in tears.
and now… you were here with Jake’s breath warm against your skin as he settled behind you, his weight shifting the bed. you were shaking already, your elbows trembling where they held you up, chest flush to the sheets, hips raised high and your knees spread wide just like he liked you. his hands on your ass were too gentle, it made it worse. he wasn’t angry, but you knew him. you knew how quiet he got when he was disappointed
he’d pulled your panties off in a single drag, the cotton clinging wet between your thigh
now his thumbs were spreading you open, index fingers along the folds like he was inspecting something that didn’t belong to you anymore. your pussy twitched under his touch, too warm, too slick, still over sensitive from last night’s orgasm. your clit ached, exposed and swollen, and you bit into your cheek hard.
his voice came low and smooth “You were good and listened?”
“Yes” you breathed, the lie half muffled by the pillow you were chewing on. you didn’t sound convincing, you didn’t feel convincing. your body was trembling, soaked through and twitching, you knew he saw it
“Don’t lie” Jake said
the first slap was a warning, sharp across the curve of your ass, not hard enough to bruise, just to sting, to make you jolt forward with a yelp muffled into the pillow. your back arched instinctively, your pussy clenching down around nothing. you could hear how wet you were when you moved, that humiliating little squelch that gave you away
“You expect me to believe this is what a good girl looks like?” he murmured, the pad of his thumb running up your slit. he stopped at your clit, pressing down just enough to make your hips jump “You’re fucking wet. look at this mess. you touched yourself again and again and again.”
you whimpered, not answering
“You missed me that bad?” he asked more curious than teasing
you hands fisted in the sheets as he dragged one finger through your folds and pushed it in shallowly, just the tip, feeling how easily you swallowed it. you pussy clenched, greedy and soaked, the sound so wet it made your face warm
“Jesus. Look at you” he laughed, soft and in disbelief “You cried while you finished, didn’t you?”
you nodded into the pillow, tears already slipping down your cheeks. you didn’t even try to hide it now “I needed you Jake” you whispered, your voice breaking “I tried to wait. I did. I swear, but I just fuck- I missed you so much…”
“Mmm I bet you did. bet you fucked yourself stupid every night thinking about it. that how you did it baby? on your back? on your knees? pillow between your thighs?” he leaned closer his breath ghosting over your pussy “you rub this needy little clit ‘til it ached? cry into the sheets?”
“Y-yes” you sobbed
he slid the finger deeper, just one, but the stretch still made you gasp “You couldn’t wait” he said curling it just slightly “You made me promise to be the one to open you up again, but look at this greedy hole. you’ve been fucking it raw every night without me.”
you choked on your own breath as he pressed his face in, licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. you shuddered, thighs shaking. his tongue swirled around your clit, not fast, just enough to tease, to draw another needy whine from your throat. your hips pushed back against him without your permission, desperate for more
“no” he said, pulling back “you don’t get to fuck my mouth like that.”
he grabbed your hips, holding you still as he licked again, slower this time, letting you feel every inch of his tongue “You know what I think?” he said between licks “I think I need to fuck the truth out of you.”
“Jake…”
“Shh” he said, slipping another finger in beside the first “You can beg later. right now, you’re gonna lie here and take it.”
you sobbed into the pillow, your pussy clenching around his fingers. he was going to ruin you and you deserved every second of it.
Jake’s fingers kept fucking into you, slow but deep, curling just enough on every thrust to keep you gasping, your slick squelching embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. his thumb slid up to circle your clit drawing tiny cries from your throat every time he brushed that one spot just right
“I know those little fingers can’t fuck you how I do” he murmured, watching the way your pussy clenched and sucked at his fingers with every pump “All those nights, huh? rocking your hips into your own hand. you use anything on yourself?”
you shook your head into the pillow “No Jake.”
another harsh smack landed across your ass, making your whole body jerk, a choked sob coming from your lips
“Tell the truth.”
“I am” you cried out, lifting your face just enough to look back at him. your cheeks were red, wet with tears, lips parted in a perfect pout. you were a mess, sniffing, eyes wide, hoping maybe if he saw you like this he’d take pity and finally slide his cock into you, stretch you open like you’d been craving for months
but instead, his hand came down over the back of your head and pushed you back down into the pillow
“eyes forward. face down. ass up. that’s how liars stay.” he said
you whimpered into the sheets, more tears soaking the cotton
“Knew you wouldn’t last” he said like it was just a fact, like it wasn’t even something to punish, just something pathetic to note “soft little pussy like this? no way you could’ve made it without me. you’d fuck a bedsheet if it smelled like me long enough.”
the humiliation made your chest ache, your heart didn’t know whether to break or beat harder.
“Touched myself to you too” he added casually
that made your whole body jerk again, cheeks warming. you clenched around his fingers instinctively, the image going through your mind so fast you moaned aloud before you could stop yourself
“Really?” you breathed, your hips lifting higher
Jake chuckled “yeah. You think you’re the only one who got desperate out there? Fuck, I’d lay there, eyes shut, just thinking about the way your pussy feels around me. thought about you on your knees, pretty mouth all stretched open, drool dripping down your chin…”
you squirmed, crying out when he picked up the pace, fingers moving faster, harder, his palm slapping against your pussy with every thrust
“God, I could hear you in my fucking head” he murmured, leaning in so close you felt his breath fan across your lower back. “but you broke a promise. didn’t I tell you how much those mean to me?”
he was lying, you knew he was lying. just twisting the knife, making it worse on purpose but it didn’t matter. you heart ached anyway, guilt coming up. you had promised. you’d said yes. you’d meant to obey
“I’m sorry” you muttered into the pillow, voice barely heard through your sobs
another slap across your skin, this one sharp and fast, his hand immediately smoothing over the stinging mark
“Don’t apologize” he said, like it wasn’t up for debate “You don’t get to be sorry. not until I say you are.”
He pulled his fingers out of you suddenly, and you gasped at the emptiness, your pussy clenching around nothing
Jake’s fingers glistened as he brought them around to your face, dragging them close so you could see the shine. your slick coated them in a wet sheen, dripping slow down to his knuckles, thick and creamy
“Look at that” he murmured “And you want me to believe you didn’t touch yourself?”
you buried your face back into the pillow, there was no point denying it anymore. your body told on you with every twitch, every clench, every sound your pussy made when he spread you open
without warning, his fingers were back between your thighs but this time, he didn’t stop at two. you felt the thick stretch as he pushed in a third finger alongside the others, your whole body jolting from the sudden feeling
“Ahh Jake” you whined, the sting sharp at first, your toes curled into the sheets, your back arching more, mouth falling open in a silent cry
“Shhh baby. you can take three” he cooed, leaning in just enough for you to hear the pride in his voice “You always take my cock so good without a problem, don’t you?”
he was right, you always took it. even when it made your thighs shake and your voice go hoarse from moaning. even when your pussy clenched too tight at the start and he had to force himself in, one hand on your hip while the other pressed between your shoulders to keep you still
and now you were drooling into the pillow as he shoved his fingers deep, all three of them moving fast, your pussy making slick, wet noises that sounded almost desperate as he fucked them in and out
Jake groaned low behind you, watching your folds stretch around his hand “Goddamn, look at this. look at you swallowing all three like it’s nothing”
his fingers slammed into that sweet spot of yours “Mmmh Jake”
“Getting you ready” he said simply, but you could hear the strain in his voice as he held himself back. you knew he was hard, knew he wanted to be inside you so bad, he was clenching his jaw to stop himself
and then suddenly, he pulled out
the wet suction pop of your pussy clinging to his fingers made your face warm, your hole clenched around nothing, your arousal messy between your thighs
Jake watched the soft, involuntary clench of your entrance trying to close again, with a small click of his tounge and shaking his head like you’d disappointed him somehow.
then the smack came, a hard slap on your ass that made you jolt but before you could even cry out, he landed another, this time lower, right on your pussy
smack
“f-fuck!” you sobbed, your hips bucking forward
he rubbed over the spots afterward, soft circles with his palm like he was soothing you even as he left you stinging and marked
“Can’t even sit still” he murmured, dragging his thumb along your pussy, gathering up more slick and spreading it through your folds. “You’re making a mess all over the bed baby. all over my fucking fingers, and you still want more.”
you mouth was open, panting, moaning with every breath. you weren’t even sure if you were begging anymore just making sounds.
“You think I should fuck this tight little hole?” he asked, dragging his cock up the curve of your ass, letting the tip nudge between your folds, teasing the entrance that was clenching for him “You think you earned it, after lying to me?”
you didn’t know what to say, but your body gave the answer. you arched higher, offering yourself and Jake chuckled low, wrapping a fist around the base of his cock, lining himself up
“We’ll see how sorry you really are.”
Jake leaned over your body again, one hand spreading your ass wide, the other guiding his cock to your entrance. you were already slick from how he’d fingered you open but he still spat, watching it trail down between your folds, mixing with your arousal. “Gonna need all the help you can get for this” he muttered
you felt the head press in, nudging your entrance. he paused just long enough for the pressure to start building, then began to push in. the thick head parted you inch by inch, stretching you open again after so long without him. your pussy resisted as he sank deeper
he watched you swallow it, watched your lips stretch around his cock “There it goes” he said softly, half to himself “Look at you. can’t lie to me now, huh?”
“Jake baby, wait” you gasped, the sharp pain made your hips try to scramble away, but his hands were already on your waist, dragging you back down, holding you still
“you wanted this.”
you could feel the pressure build, deeper and deeper. his cock was perfect. long and fat, stretching you in ways your fingers never could
“Still tight” he muttered amused, “Pussy clenching like it’s never been fucked before. this what missed me?”
all you could do was nod, your cheek pressed into the pillow, breath catching in short sobbing gasps “Mhmm”
and then your ass met his hips
he bottomed out with a deep breath, his cock buried fully inside you. you could feel every thick inch where your walls squeezed around him
“F-fuck Jake!” you choked, the pain and fullness fading into pleasure
he didn’t wait. no sweet words, no slow thrusts
he just fucked you.
thrust after thrust slamming into you, fast and deep, your body rocking forward with each one, tits bouncing against the sheets. you sobbed into the pillow, hands clawing at the mattress for something to hold, but he had you locked in place, caged under his weight
“Fucking liar” he huffed, his grip tightening on your waist, fucking into you so hard your ass clapped back against his thighs “Told you not to touch yourself. You think I wouldn’t know?”
“Jake I-”
“You think I couldn’t tell the second I saw this messy pussy? Fuckin’ wet for me like it hasn’t been played with every night I was gone.”
you tried to speak but all that came out were broken sobs and half formed words “I didn’t mean. fuck- Jake I missed you”
“Yeah? Tell me how” he groaned, hips thrusting into you, his cock pounding your sweet spot “Tell me what you did. every night.”
“I touched myself.. I laid in your shirt. Jake, I just wanted you”
“You rub that needy little clit?” one hand slipping under to press tight circles against the swollen nub “Fuck your fingers in, pretend they were mine?”
“y-yes!” you cried, tears dripping down your cheeks, lips swollen and trembling “Every night. I’m sorry- I needed you”
he laughed mean and breathless, thrusting into you harder now, making the headboard knock into the wall “Yeah, I bet you did. so fucking desperate for it you cried didn’t you?”
you nodded frantically, sobbing into the sheets “I missed you so much, Jake m’sorry, m’sorry”
your pussy clenched down, tight, your body shaking beneath him as he fucked you into the mattress. his cock hit so deep now, your walls spasming around him with every word he made you confess
“Say you’ll never lie to me again.” he groaned
“I won’t, I won’t!”
Jake kept fucking you like he had something to prove maybe to himself, maybe to you. maybe to your pussy that was already puffy, overstretched from taking him again and again. his cock slammed in deep, never once stopping, his body pressed flush to yours now, sweat slicked chest sticking to your back
your spit had run down your chin, smeared over your cheek from when you’d tried to wipe it and failed. your tears had made your face blotchy, your lips swollen. every thrust made you cry out now. not from pain, not just from pleasure, but from the overwhelming way he took up every inch of you
your pussy clenched around him, you couldn’t even speak anymore, your voice broke down into sobs and hiccups, little high pitched gasps caught in your throat, and that’s what did it.
that’s what made Jake soften. not in his thrusts, he still fucked you hard. but in his hands, in his voice, in the way he leaned forward until his chest was pressed to your back and his mouth hovered beside your ear
“Hey. Hey, baby.”
you hiccupped, whole body trembling beneath him
his hand slid up, fingers brushing gently through your sweat damp hair. then he used the same hand to wipe your cheeks, knuckles dragging slow under your eyes, clearing the sticky trails of tears and spit tenderly
your eyes met his, that was all it took
you broke into a full sob “I’m sorry Jake” you cried, voice cracking
“I know you are” he murmured and he kissed you
not on the mouth but on your forehead, slow and warm. his lips pressed there sweetly
“Shh” he whispered against your skin “knew my girl wouldn’t be able to hold out that long.”
his hips never stopped moving, that thick cock still dragging through your pussy, hitting deep on every stroke. but the way he held you now, arms wrapped around your front, one hand under your ribs, the other gently palming your tits was so full of affection you felt like you might cry harder
“Could never be mad or disappointed” he said more to himself than to you “You tried, didn’t you? My baby tried real hard.”
you nodded into the sheets sniffling “I did… I really did…”
“I know, I know you did.” his voice was soft and low now, words warm against your neck “Still proud of you.”
and even as he kept fucking you hard, his tone was full of love. his kisses trailed down your spine between the moans and gasps. his hand gripped yours in the sheets, fingers laced tight.
you loved when Jake was like this. when he was rough but sweet. you knew next time, you’d keep every promise. just to see that look in his eyes again when you told him you’d waited
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈
can’t believe this my first time writing for him
