Riling Jake up on purpose while he’s trying to work (let me out the chain in my mouth please) and roaming your hands all over his thighs but not touching his dick at all to tease him, kissing his jaw and giving his neck kitten licks and running your hands through his hair I WANT TO BE DESTROYED BY HIM IS THAT SO HARD TO ASK
I also want to get destroyed by daddy Jake.
Warnings: rough sex, daddy kink
So maybe he’s sitting at his desk in a big leather chair, legs spread, reading over a script. And you, you want him, but he already told you that he needs to pay attention to the script and read it. But when you show up at his office door in his one of his T-shirt and panties, he gives you a look that says you’re definitely going to get in trouble later. He pats his lap and goes back to looking at his script. Once you straddle his thigh, whimpering slightly as the hard muscle rubs against your panties, you curl into his chest.
“Be a good girl, don’t distract me,” Jake murmurs, one hand resting on your thigh, his fingers spreading wide against your skin as he continues reading.
You hum, one hand resting on his stomach, the other playing with his gold chain.
Your mouth eventually finds his jaw, kissing along the stubble. He’s completely ignoring you and that shouldn’t make you as wet as you are, but it does.
You double your efforts, sucking small marks and tracing your tongue across his jaw, moving onto his neck when his grip on your thigh tightens. Your hand on his stomach moves under his shirt, running along his abs to his sweatpants.
“Honey, don’t tease me,” Jake says his tone warning.
You smirk as you kiss down his neck, tongue running along the cool necklace. You know you’re riling Jake up by the way his sweatpants tighten around his crotch. You take the chain into your mouth, lightly tugging on it.
“Don’t make me ask again,” Jake warns, his tone final.
“But daddy,” your words are muffled by the chain in your mouth, “I want to play.”
“Oh, you want to play, baby girl?” Jake smirks, letting the script drop to the desk.
“Mhm,” you moan as his hand picks you up. He pushes his chair back, turning you around and pushing you down face first on the desk.
“Then you’re going to help me read this script,” Jake says, tugging your hair up and showing you the script.
“What?” You groan as he pulls his sweatpants down and pushes your panties to the side.
“Daddy’s going to fuck your tight, needy pussy, and you’re going to help me practice my scene.”
“Fuck, please, fuck me daddy,” you whimper as Jake runs his cock through your folds.
“Go ahead, I’ll be Gatsby, you be Daisy,” Jake says, smirking at the noise you make as he fills you completely with his cock.
“Daddy,” his whine as Jake slaps yours ass, watching his cock fuck into your wet hole.
“That’s not the line, baby girl,” Jake teases, shaking his head.
“Ah, fuck, I wish, I wish we could just run away,” you gasp when his hand slips to your clit, your hips bruising against the wooden desk.
“Run away?” Jake says, leaning down, his chest pressing against your back. His chest hair tickles your spine and his gold chain is cool against your neck. He kisses your head sweetly, “No, Daisy, darling, that...” he pauses again, picking up the speed at which he’s fucking into you.
“Daddy!” You cry out as his thumb begins to circle your clit.
“Shhh, it’s my turn to read my line,” Jake demands, emphasizing his words with a particularly hard thrust.
You quiet, almost groaning when Jake starts the line over again.
But you listen, grinding your hips back against him to urge him on.
“No, that wouldn’t be respectable.”
Jake pauses, mouth dipping down to bite along your shoulder blade. He’s close, the way his body jerks, his hand in your hair becomes sloppy.
“We’re gonna live here, in this house,” the hand on your hip slips to your clit.
“Daddy! Fuck, please, I’m close,” you whimper.
“You and me,” Jake finishes the line, grazing your ear with his teeth, “come for daddy, honey.”
“Ah, fuck, fuck, daddy!” You cry out, clenching around Jake as your orgasm brings you close to tears.
He fucks you through it, pulling you back onto his cock over and over again, letting go of your hair to grip onto your shoulder instead.
“There you go baby, Gonna fill you up, fuck, y/n,” Jake grunts as he comes, stilling his hips as you whimper.
“Fuck,” you giggle as he slowly pulls out of you, pulling his sweatpants back up and sitting back down.
“Go clean up, I’m going to finish reading this script,” Jake pats your hip.
“Can we have a round two after?” You smirk, turning around and crossing your legs.
“Course, I’ll be up in a little bit baby girl.”
