Semi nsfw but very spit fetishy😭😭 also slight coercion elements but it's written from a mutually obsessed pov so it's a special little situation
Jacob Alden x reader 👅👅
Jacobs eerie hand slowly wraps its fingers around your waist. He hasn't gotten this close before. A shudder runs down your spine... Or.. his hand..
He was tracing thoughtless patterns down your spine, dragging the tips of his fingers across the fabric, catching on your skin, like they were claws. He lifts his hand and hovers it, palm spread and facing your back. He reminds himself of his control. He will have what he needs, in time.
As long as hes patient, you won't have a choice but to give in to his affection. That chilling feeling, warmth creeping in just to set the heartbeat faster, then going back to a fearful lust for attention again. How could he not crave you, and how could you not crave him? Bringing his knuckles to the sides of your spine, he moves them up and down again, placing nearly too much pressure. But it felt so good. All the discomfort built up from standing in the doorway, waiting for him to just say he was obsessed with you, disappeared under his hands.
You hated how you loved what he did. So fucking disgusting. He's a filthy pervert, not even trying to make up for what he's done. But everything he does just melts your brain. And he knows. He craves it so deeply. He can feel your shudders and twitches from the cold, from him surprising you with his touch.
He loves how you shake under him, even before all this. Anytime he was in close proximity, you'd already get that creeping cold up your body. Now that he's working your back like an instrument, the cold tingle of fear mixes with the fierce heat of need. You mindlessly let out a small groan. He knows he's doing so much to you. He takes that noise as approval of this part of his coercion.
He moves his body closer to being next to you on his couch. This old, destroyed couch, barely any springs left, made you realize. All of this was his plan. He knew you'd eventually fall into his lap if he hadn't gotten your unoffical approval for this.
He knew you were his no matter what. Should you just give in to his craving? Maybe he can give more than you think. The thought is intensified as he presses his thumbs into the space between your shoulder blade and spine. Rubbing deep circles, and moving the rest of his hand to wrap around the top of your shoulders. Those gentle, soft fucking shoulders. Every cell of your body made his yearning get worse. He really wanted to try and deny it, but he reminds himself as he moves his hands to the back of your neck, massaging with every single technique he's been able to learn for you.
He reminds himself that if he is so obsessed with you, there has to be a reason. You never even tried to get away. He could feel the unfamiliar affection you had for him. So comforting when you felt like you could never have comfort. But when you were feeling fine? Every single motion he made just drove you to feel unsure. About everything. But nothing specific. It always lingered unwelcome in your brain, making you space out with him like you were thinking about him. Because you were.
He brings his spread fingers up the back of your head, carefully bringing them up to track the tension. He returned to your spine, 2 fingers to the sides of the high part of your spine. He remembered how you shook from it, and he needed to make you feel that again. He was craving it. All he wanted was to give you all of these confusing feelings.
He absentmindedly lifts himself up behind you, sitting up on his knees desperately. He catches himself just before placing a hand just above your solar plexus. He just wants to try and hold anything of you he could. Doesn't matter how much he can hold, if it's you then he will grasp your bare soul. Keep it in a jar. Tease it with his affection until all it can think about is the next time he will give love. He will have you in his hands, under his spell. Is it fake? What does he want? Why is he like this? Does he really... Love you?
Every single motion from his body as he releases your muscle tension says so. He's so tender. Carresing your arm with his free hand when he focuses on massaging one spot. You can feel his breath on the top of your head. He's staring into your scalp like he's trying to see into your brain. He can't control his heavy warm breathing while he focuses on how carefully he touches you. You move your head down to get away from the tickling of his breathing, and he notices.
He lifts up your head by the chin with his right hand, and his left hand squeezes your arm into your chest. He softens up once he processes, and looks into your eyes. You're looking at his lips. Soft and expressive. So small but just enough to say everything they needed to. He feels his self control slip away as he admires you oggling his mouth.
You look back up to his doe eyes, still processing your attention. He slightly squeezes your chin with his thumb and index finger a bit harder, he knows he can just kiss you. He knows he needs to. But he's just so awestruck by your beauty. Every gorgeous thing he sees about you, in your expression, he sees you wanting him, but also wanting to push him away.
So conflicting. So complicated. So captivating. He opens his eyes bigger and brings his face closer to yours. He's barely thinking. All he can process right now are your feelings. The delicious fear in your eyes, and the greed dripping from your mouth.
Nearly drooling, your mouth has been hanging open this whole time. He focuses on your wet lips, saliva begging to come out of the peak of your bottom lip. He immediately presses his face into yours. Taking your bottom lip into his mouth while he brings all your spit into his mouth.
Your arms were erratic at first, when he startled you with the kiss. But they quickly find comfort in wrapping them lovingly around his towering body, just above yours and to the side. He brings his hand away from your shoulder, to hold your left cheek with his hand. His right hand moves from your chin to carefully grasp the unoccupied side of your head. He squeezes your cheeks together with his hands, greedy like the paws of a bear.
He wants to feel his hands against every surface of your face he can reach. He notices he's taken all of your spit into his mouth, and he starts licking your tongue with the saliva nearly spilling from his mouth. He rubs his face on yours, spreading the bit of slickness around your mouths together. He licks under your tongue hastily, then the insides of your cheeks. He keeps lapping up at any wetness he can find in your mouth. The saliva dripping down from the roof of your mouth made the last string of his self control snap.
"Sweetie....."
All he can get out before returning his needy mouth to yours, basking in the taste of your spit and moving his tongue around passionately.
"Jaco- mn-"
You try to speak but he just smushes your mouth against itself and his even harder. He doesn't need to hear what you have to say. He just wants to hear little groans of pleasure from you. You don't need to talk when he can explain everything. He can feel how fearfully obsessed you feel yourself becoming. He recognizes it. He broke himself, gave into his intent, and he can feel that happening in you. Why fight what feels so amazing.. You deserve that happiness. He just wants to make you feel amazing in every way possible, and more.
