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Classical Conditioning - Jake Blurb

Disclaimer: I'm unfamiliar with anyone from GVF. This is entirely fictional, and a creation from my imagination. Pure fiction.

Description: While Jake is away, the idea of a secret experiment, using Pavlov’s conditioning, begins to take root in your mind.

18+ MINORS DNI

Paring: Jake x f!reader

Word count: ~4,700

Warnings: 18+ smutt, sexual experiment, dirty talk, pet names cussing, brief mention of drinking, brief mention of whips, brief mention of marking, kissing, phone sex, hand job, fingering (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), & sex (p in v).

Sorry if I missed anything!

A/N: I’m aware Ivan Pavlov wasn’t the most pleasant figure, but his experiment is something I find interesting. I hope you enjoy this take! 🖤

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You and Jake were two musical beings. When he played, you listened. At home, more often than not, the two of you found yourselves immersed in music. Whether it was something new, something old, or a band you had discovered while he was away on tour. He’d send you photos and play you songs that reminded him of you in those fleeting moments. Music wasn’t just his job, it was a shared passion, and a hobby that brought you both joy. You both spent hours shopping for new records and making playlists for one another.

When Jake was away, you always sought out new experiences. Whether it was learning a random fact, delving into his latest poetry obsession, or simply embracing whatever captured your curiosity. But this time… this time was different. You stumbled upon something that piqued your interest, a little experiment. With music always playing such a big role between you and Jake, an idea sparked in your mind. What if you could condition him, without him even knowing?

Determined, you set out to create the perfect playlists for his next break at home. You carefully chose tracks that matched your usual mood in the bedroom—soft, subtle, with gentle beginnings, and rough, hard endings. Adding songs for extra playlists that could be played anywhere, not just in intimate settings but keeping one certain song in every playlist. With that, your plan was in motion.

As soon as you got the call that he was on his way home, you excitedly buzzed around the house. The night before, you’d made sure everything was perfect. His favorite snacks and drinks were neatly stocked in the kitchen. A fresh toothbrush, razor, and extra toiletries waited in the bathroom, but what you knew he loved most was seeing you in a new piece of lace lingerie when he returned.

You decided to keep things feeling natural, slipping into a silky robe and pacing as you waited. The soft hum of music played over the smart speakers, setting the mood throughout the house. When you heard the jingle of keys and the lock turning, your heart pounded louder than the thud of his heavy duffel hitting the wood floor. Jake stood in the doorway, keys still in the lock, one hand on the knob. His baggy jeans and button-down seemed more exhausted than he did.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, pushing his dark sunglasses to the top of his head.

“Welcome home, babe,” you murmured, undoing the loose tie of your robe, letting it fall from your shoulders and pool at your feet. You noticed the second song on your playlist had already begun, its rhythm pulsing through the air. Jake swiftly pulled the keys from the door, kicking it shut with a solid thud. In a few quick strides, he was on you, his hands moving from your hips, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of your cropped bustier. His thumbs brushed over the fabric, teasing your breasts, making your nipples harden under his touch.

“I love coming home to you,” he murmured, his fingers threading through your hair at the base of your scalp. The sweet sting made you ache for him even more as you stood still, letting him drink you in with his lips. But your fingers couldn’t resist. They moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as your hands glided up his sides, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric. The clink of his necklaces mixed perfectly with the soft music playing overhead. You wrapped your arms around his neck just as his hands found your ass, lifting you effortlessly.

In one quick motion, your legs were around his waist, his boots thudding heavily on the floor as he carried you down the hallway. His lips were on yours, consuming you, until his knees reached the edge of the bed, where he set you down gently. Letting his shirt fall, Jake’s chest was fully visible, but you couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. Leaning up, you swiftly undid his belt, popping the button on his jeans before he pushed you back. His mouth crashed onto yours again. His hands finding your breasts, coaxing soft moans from you with every touch. The heat between you growing more intense as his erection pressed hard against you.

You pushed on his shoulders, and he got the hint, rolling onto his back. Quickly, you knelt down, pulling off his boots and dragging his jeans the rest of the way down. Watching him spring free, you couldn’t help but smirk. You gave him a few slow pumps before spitting, letting the saliva land on his tip as you stroked him teasingly. His breath hitched, eyes closing as his head fell back into the mattress.

“Fucking pump it,” he growled, making you grin.

“Missed my touch, huh?” you teased, licking the precum that had begun to drip from him. The song playing overhead brought a smile to your lips as you pressed a kiss to his length before taking him fully into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Jake shouted, his hand tangling in your hair, pushing you deeper. “I just missed you,” he all but whined, his voice raw with need. The sound made you even wetter, your core throbbing with every moan that escaped him.

After a few more deep strokes and swirls of your tongue, Jake began to thrust into your mouth, his groans growing louder. You knew what he wanted without him needing to ask. Tapping his hand, he let you go, and you stood, quickly slipping off your panties. Without giving him a chance to take control, you climbed on top of him, positioning yourself easily as he groaned, feeling your wet heat surround him. Your bodies slid together, the sounds of your skin meeting, raw and pornographic.

Jake’s eyes flicked between your face and where you were joined, his hand moving to your clit, making you tighten around him.

“Ahh, Jake!” you whimpered, and this time, he smirked.

“Missed my touch, huh?” he mocked, throwing your own words back at you, but the pleasure building inside you left you speechless. “Oh, come on,” he coaxed, his voice dark with desire, “be a good girl, and talk to me,” he thrust up, matching your movements.

“Fuck… yes!” you finally gasped, your body trembling as the tension coiled tighter within you.

“Let me have it,” Jake growled, his heels digging into the mattress as he pounded into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close as your orgasm ripped through you. “Fuck, yes! Goddamn, baby, that’s it,” he growled into your ear as he spilled into you, the two of you lost in each other.

You and Jake lay there, tangled in each other, whispering sweet nothings and savoring the feeling of being together again. After a while, you both decided to get up, you headed to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Jake walked past you with a swift smack on your ass.

“The music was a nice touch,” he said with a playful smile.

“Figured it would fill the silence,” you lied.

Jake snorted. “Silence? Between the two of us, who ever stays silent?” His voice trailed off as you heard his feet padding softly toward the shower. “It sure as hell isn’t you,” he called over the sound of the water.

You smirked and quickly walked over to the toilet, giving it a flush. Jake let out a surprised yell, making you burst into laughter before joining him.

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Over the next few days, you made sure to play your playlists at every opportunity, subtly weaving your little experiment into the rhythm of your routine. When you cooked breakfast, and the chosen song came on, you found yourself on your knees in front of Jake at the kitchen table, surprising him with a mischievous grin. If it played during your skincare routine, you’d pause without hesitation, slipping into the shower to join Jake, massaging his scalp with your expensive conditioner, giving him a little extra attention when it seemed like the tingling wasn’t just in his scalp.

Even while lounging on the couch, lost in your phone or books, the moment you heard that familiar melody, you’d pop up and shimmy onto Jake’s lap, your movements smooth and intentional. He never offered a single word of protest, only meeting your advances with that knowing smile.

You had to admit, the song was becoming a favorite of yours. But soon, Jake had to leave again, heading off for a some festivals. The house felt empty and dull without him, leaving you to handle your everyday tasks with only the memory of your experiment to entertain you.

Before he left, you made sure to send him a playlist, just like you always did. But this time, you slipped in that special song in at the very end.

When your days at work finally wrapped up, and you headed home, ready to settle into your usual routine while Jake was away. You fixed dinner for two, knowing you’d have leftovers for the next night. Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you prepared to binge-watch your favorite dating shows. By the time you poured your second glass, you were comfortably lost in the show when your phone rang, startling you.

“Hello?” you answered, turning down the volume on the TV.

“Talk to me,” came Jake’s low voice, almost a whisper. You could hear the rustling of fabric on his end, and the sound made your heart race.

“What?” you asked, confused by his tone.

“Talk to me,” he repeated, his breathing growing shallower. “If I were home… what would you let me do to you?”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. You set your wine glass down, leaning into the conversation. “Anything you’d want,” you replied, a smile creeping across your lips.

“Anything?” he asked, hunger in his voice clear.

“Anything,” you confirmed softly, letting your words linger. “You could use that little whip on me,” you teased slowly.

“Yeah?” His voice deepened.

“You could hear the sound of it smacking against my ass,” you continued, feeling the heat between your thighs.

“God,” Jake grunted. The sound raw, and almost desperate.

“And I’d let you hit it from behind,” you purred, playing into his fantasies.

“Oh god,” he moaned, the sound of his voice making your skin flush.

“So you could see how you marked me,” you added, picking up your wine glass and taking a slow sip, enjoying the power you held in the moment. “I’d tell you how big you are, how much you fill this tight pussy up.”

“Shiiit… keep going,” he begged, his breath ragged as he edged closer.

“You make me so wet, Jake,” you whispered, your voice thick with desire. “I’m dripping right now.”

“Ahh,” he groaned, the sound so satisfying you couldn’t help but smile wider. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“Miss me already?” you teased, placing your glass back down, feeling the heat radiating through the phone.

“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, but there was an intensity behind it. “I was taking a shower and had the playlist you made playing, and… I guess I just started thinking about you. Thinking about how you were all over me, and…” His breath hitched, and you could picture him, lips parted, eyes closed. “I can’t wait to come home.”

Your ears perked up at the mention of the playlist—you had to bite back a grin. The fact that Jake had called you, needing this kind of connection, made you wonder if your little experiment was actually working.

“I can’t wait for you to come home either,” you whispered back, your voice dripping with promise.

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All you could think about was how your experiment seemed to be working, even as you struggled to take all of Jake in, choking on the sheer intensity of him. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your head pressed firmly against the headboard, your body pinned beneath his control. The song—the one you’d carefully chosen—was playing in the background, setting the perfect tone as Jake came home from a quick errand. The moment he walked through the door, it was like a switch had flipped. In an instant, your clothes were on the floor, and Jake’s leg was hiked up beside your head.

He barely managed to get his pants off before your lips parted, eagerly taking him in, your cheeks hollowed as you worked to drive him wild. He filled your mouth, and you reveled in the sounds of him, each grunt and groan spurring you on. Jake’s hips thrust forward with a slow, deliberate rhythm. One hand gripping the top of your head while his other braced against the headboard. His head tipped back as he let himself get lost in the sensation, using your mouth to fuck himself.

You moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder. Desperate for your own relief, your fingers slid between your legs, working in sync with his movements, adding to the overwhelming need that was building between you. Jake’s voice was thick with praise, his breath ragged as he told you how good you felt, how perfectly you were taking him.

Each time he thrust deeper, it became harder to focus on anything but the fire burning inside you. The tears pricked your eyes, the mix of pleasure and pain, pushing you closer to your limit until the both of you were coming undone.

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Later in the week, you and Jake made plans to head over to Josh’s place for a day of swimming and hanging out with the group. Jake hoisted the cooler out of the car and carried it inside, while you grabbed the bag of extra clothes. As you walked in, you greeted everyone warmly before heading outside to the pool area. You tossed the towels onto the chairs around the pool, pausing to chat with Josh for a moment before deciding to take a dip.

The cool water was refreshing as you surfaced, but before you could catch your breath, a surprise splash hit you square in the face, making you flinch. Instinctively, you retaliated, splashing back in the direction of the culprit… Sam. What started as a playful splash quickly escalated into a full blown water war, with you and Sam taking turns dunking each other under the water while Danny, Josh, and Jake stood at the edge, cheering you both on.

After a while, exhaustion set in, and you swam over to the side of the pool to rest. Sam followed, still laughing from your impromptu battle.

“Anyone have their phone out here?” Josh called out, walking over to a large Bluetooth speaker.

“Mine’s in the bag over there,” you replied, cupping water in your hands and squirting it through a small hole in your palm, hitting Sam in the face again. He let out a loud laugh, making you laugh with him.

Josh said something to you, but you couldn’t hear him over Sam. You just nodded and said, “Okay,” before returning to your water antics, completely caught up in the fun of the moment.

You floated in the pool for a little while longer, letting the water cradle you as the conversations around you blurred into the background. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, casting a soft golden hue over everything. Your eyes closed, and you drifted into a peaceful daydream, the sound of laughter and splashes fading into a distant hum.

But suddenly, a song playing over the Bluetooth speaker snapped you out of your trance. It was that song—the one from your little experiment with Jake. Your heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, you looked over at him.

Jake was lounging in one of the pool chairs, but something about him seemed off. His eyes were hidden behind his dark sunglasses, but you could tell from the way his forehead wrinkled that he was caught off guard—confused, maybe even a little flustered. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hand coming up to shield himself as if trying to hide something.

Without a word, Jake abruptly stood up and rushed toward the house, his hand still awkwardly covering himself. Your stomach flipped as you watched him disappear inside, your mind racing. It was clear that the song had triggered something in him, just as you had planned.

You climbed out of the pool, trying to casually, but quickly, dry off before making your way inside to find Jake. Walking down a dim hallway, you noticed movement under the bathroom door, a faint flicker of light catching your attention. You knocked softly, leaning in to listen.

“Jake?” you called out when he didn’t immediately open the door. But before you could react, the door swung open, and you were pulled inside in a flash, the door slamming shut behind you. In an instant, Jake had you pinned against it, his mouth crashing onto yours.

For a brief moment, you were lost in the feel of him. His sun-warmed skin, the familiar scent of sunscreen and the outdoors was intoxicating. His body pressed hard against you, his lips hungry and insistent. You bit his lower lip gently, eliciting a low groan that reverberated through his chest, snapping you out of your daze.

“Jake,” you breathed, gently pushing him back, “What’s going on? Why did you—”

“I just…” he started, his face flushing with embarrassment as he looked down. You followed his gaze and saw the way his swim trunks were being tightly pulled away from his body by his growing erection. You couldn’t help it, a small giggle escaped your lips.

Jake’s head snapped up, his expression serious, almost angry. “This is not funny,” he muttered. “All of a sudden I just became so… so…”

“Horny?” you teased, leaning back against the bathroom counter, the smile tugging at your lips.

His hand moved to his shorts, palming himself in frustration, as though he was trying to find some relief. “God, yes!” he groaned, his hand working himself through the fabric. “What the fuck?” he muttered, his frustration palpable.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, and the giggle turned into a full-blown laugh. Jake paused, bewildered, staring at you as if you’d lost your mind. “What is so fucking funny?” he asked, clearly irritated.

You took a deep breath, biting your lip nervously as Jake stood there, his confusion mixed with the heat of the moment simmering in his eyes.

“So… I have to tell you something, and please don’t be upset,” you began, the smile fading as you searched for the right words. “While you were away, I kinda… learned about this thing called Pavlov’s experiment.”

“Pavlov?” Jake raised an eyebrow, his frustration momentarily overshadowed by curiosity. He was still palming himself, though his movements had slowed as he tried to follow what you were saying.

“Yeah, Pavlov. He was this scientist who discovered that you can condition someone to respond to a certain stimulus—like a specific sound or activity. Basically, every time something happens, you associate it with a response. You know… like, in his experiment a dog would drool when it heard a bell if he kept feeding it after a bell rang.”

Jake’s expression shifted from curiosity to a growing realization. “Wait… what does that have to do with me?”

You let out a nervous laugh, pushing a lock of wet hair behind your ear. “Well… I got this idea. I wanted to try it with you—conditioning you, I mean. I didn’t think it would actually work this well or this quickly, but… every time you were home, I started playing this song. And then, you know, I’d… do things,” you said with a knowing look. “I figured I’d see if I could make you… you know… associate that song with, um, certain feelings.”

Jake’s eyes widened as it dawned on him. “Wait. You’re saying… you’ve been Pavlov-ing me?”

You nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, but I didn’t think it would actually work! I was just messing around. It was just a fun idea. But then today, when we got to Josh’s, I guess I didn’t realize he asked if he could use my phone to play music. I must’ve just said ‘okay’ without thinking, and then, well… that song came on.”

Jake stared at you, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. “So, you’re telling me, the second that song came on, I just… reacted like this?” he gestured to the noticeable bulge still straining against his swim trunks.

“Yeah… I guess so,” you said, biting your lip again, trying not to laugh as you saw the mix of emotions crossing his face—confusion, embarrassment, and something else.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “So you Pavlov’d me… into getting hard whenever I hear a song?”

“Pretty much,” you said, your voice small, feeling a little guilty now.

Jake shook his head, a disbelieving smile finally creeping onto his lips. “You’re insane,” he muttered, his hand now resting on your waist. “I can’t believe this actually worked.”

“I didn’t think it would happen like this, though,” you confessed. “Definitely not at Josh’s pool party.”

Jake let out a low chuckle, pulling you closer. “You’re gonna pay for this later,” he said, his voice low and teasing as his lips hovered close to yours. “But right now, we need to figure out how I’m gonna walk back out there without anyone noticing.”

You both laughed, the tension breaking as you realized just how crazy the whole situation had become.

You leaned back against the bathroom counter, grinning as you watched Jake try to compose himself. His hand still rested on your waist, and his face was flushed, a mix of amusement and arousal.

“How are you going to explain this one?” you teased, your finger tracing small circles on his arm.

Jake exhaled dramatically, his free hand still resting on his bulge, as if he was hoping it would just disappear. “I don’t know,” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. “Maybe I’ll just tell them I got overheated from the sun.” He shot you a playful glare. “You know, if someone hadn’t experimented on me, I wouldn’t be in this situation.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so easily conditioned.”

Jake rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips. “You’re ridiculous. What if Josh noticed something? He’s too observant sometimes.”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. “Josh is also too polite to call you out in front of everyone about something like this. Besides, he’s probably too busy playing hostesses with the mostest to even care.”

Jake shook his head, still grinning, but his eyes darkened with that unmistakable glint of desire. “Alright, well, since you started this,” he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, “you’re going to help me finish it.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, hard and needy, making your body arch into him. His hand slid over your swimsuit, gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him, the heat of his sun-soaked skin melting into yours. The feel of his growing hardness pressing into your hip sent a wave of need crashing through you.

“Jake,” you breathed out between kisses, barely able to keep your thoughts straight, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink behind you for balance. His mouth moved down your neck, biting softly along your collarbone, his hands roaming your sides before slipping lower, gripping your hips with an urgency that made your pulse race.

“You did this to me,” he growled against your skin, his hands sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you tighter against him. The friction between your bodies made you whimper, and he smirked, loving how easily he could unravel you.

“I—” Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped inside your bikini bottoms, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before he grazed your slick entrance, his fingers brushing just enough to make your legs tremble. “I didn’t think it would work this well…”

Jake let out a low, husky chuckle, his mouth returning to claim yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. “Yeah? Well, I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences.”

Without warning, he lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pushed you against the bathroom counter. His mouth devoured yours while his fingers continued to tease you through the soaked fabric, pushing it aside just enough to make you gasp.

“Fuck, Jake,” you moaned, unable to stop yourself from grinding against him. The feeling of his fingers pressing into you, slow and deliberate, while his erection throbbed against your core was driving you wild.

“Shh,” he whispered, but there was no playfulness in his voice now, only raw need. “We’ve got to be quiet, or they’ll know exactly what we’re doing.”

His words only made you want him more. You bit your lip to suppress a moan as his fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot. Your head fell back against the mirror, and you could feel his smirk against your neck, clearly enjoying the way you were falling apart in his hands.

“Jake, please…” you whimpered, your body trembling, desperate for more.

“I’ll give you what you want, baby,” he whispered roughly, pulling his fingers out of you just as quickly as they’d entered, leaving you breathless. In one swift motion, he dropped his swim trunks, and you didn’t even have time to react before he was pressing the full, aching length against your slick entrance.

The heat between you was unbearable now, and you let out a small, strangled gasp as he entered you, filling you completely. Jake swallowed your moans with another kiss, moving slow at first, savoring the way your body clenched around him.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours, his hips picking up speed as he thrust into you harder. Every movement sent shockwaves through your body, and the only sounds were the muffled slaps of your skin meeting his and the quiet, desperate breaths you were both trying to keep in check.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, your mouth moving to his ear as you whispered breathlessly, “I can’t believe you’re this hard over a song…”

Jake let out a strained laugh, his pace quickening, the pressure inside you building faster with every thrust. “Guess I’m more of a Pavlovian subject than I thought,” he groaned, his hand gripping your thigh tighter, pulling you closer, as he angled himself deeper inside you.

Your body began to tremble, the pleasure coiling tight in your core as you bit down on his shoulder, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to spill out. His hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements as he pounded into you, his breath ragged and hot against your skin.

“I’m close,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back as your body neared its breaking point.

“Come for me, baby,” Jake growled, his voice low and demanding. His grip tightened on your hips, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own high. “God, I need this. I need to feel you.”

That was all it took. Your body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you came hard around him, your muscles clenching and pulsing as Jake’s name spilled from your lips. A few more hard thrusts and Jake was right behind you, a guttural moan escaping him as he came deep inside you, his hips jerking against yours as he rode out his release.

For a moment, you both just stayed there, panting and trembling against the bathroom counter and mirror, your bodies still pressed together as the reality of what just happened sunk in.

Jake finally lifted his head, his lips brushing your forehead as he whispered, “I’m never gonna hear that song the same way again.”

You let out a breathless laugh, your arms still draped around his neck. “Neither will I.”

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