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You were sitting on the edge of his bed, just out of frame, pretending to scroll through your phone. But you weren't reading a single word. All you could hear was him your Jake talking to fans in that soft, commanding tone.

Whatever it was.

He ended the stream twenty minutes later with a warm "Goodbye, I love you all " and a wink that made your stomach twist.

The room went quiet.

He spun in his chair, stretched his arms over his head, and finally looked at you. His smile was easy, unguarded. "You're quiet."

You shrugged. "Just tired."

Jake's eyes narrowed slightly. He stood up, crossed the room, and sat on the bed next to you. Close.

"Did I do something?" he asked softly.

"No."

"Liar."

You finally looked at him. His expression wasn't teasing yet. It was careful. Curious. Like he was genuinely trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.

"You didn't do anything," you snapped. And meant it, kind of. He hadn't done anything. He was just him. And that was the problem.

Jake tilted his head. Then his lips twitched.

"Oh," he said slowly. A new light flickered in his eyes. "Oh."

"What?"

"You're jealous."

"I'm not"

"You are." His voice dropped. Not mean. Just certain. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers dragging lightly along your skin. "You've been sitting here frowning at your phone for twenty minutes because I was nice to my fans."

Your face went hot. "I wasn't frowning."

"You were pouting."

"I don't pout."

Jake laughed soft and low and leaned closer. His knee pressed against yours. "You're doing it right now."

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because he was looking at you the way he looked at the camera, but more. Deeper. Hungrier.

"Baby," he said quietly. The word hit you differently now. Private. "You want me to talk you through it?"

Your breath caught.

There it was.

Your whole body went weak, like he'd pulled a string and everything inside you unraveled. Your phone slipped from your hand onto the bed.

Jake noticed. His smile turned slow. Knowing.

"Yeah," he whispered. "There you are."

"You're shaking," he said softly, not even a question.

You were. Your fingers trembled against your thighs, and you didn't know if it was adrenaline or nerves or the way he was looking at you so intently.

"I'm fine," you whispered.

You could smell his cologne clean, warm, a little smoky. He tilted his head, and one hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip.

"You're not fine," he said. "But you will be. Because I'm going to take good care of you, okay?"

Your breath caught. "And how are you going to do that?"

His smile was gentle. Almost sweet. But his eyes weren't.

"By giving you exactly what you need but before I do that you're going to give me what I want since you didn't want to admit you're jealous."

Before you know it you're on your knees in front of him, and you've never felt more exposed not because of what you're about to do, but because of the way he's looking at you. Jakes eyes are dark, half lidded, his chest rising and falling a little faster than usual. His hand comes down gently to cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

"Wait." His voice is quiet but firm. "Look at me first."

You do. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

"You're gonna tell me if it's too much, yeah? Just tap my leg. Twice. Can you do that for me?"

You nod again, and he smiles that slow, teasing smile that makes your stomach flip.

"Good girl. Now go ahead. Take it off."

Your fingers hook under the elastic. He lifts his hips just enough to help you, and you pull his sweats down slowly, then his boxers. He's already hard, and you hear him let out a soft breath when the air hits his skin.

"There you go," he murmurs. "That's it."

You wrap your hand around him first, just to feel the weight of it. He groans quietly, his head falling back against the wall for a second before he looks down at you again.

"Whenever you're ready, baby. No rush."

You lean in and lick a slow stripe from the base to the tip. His hand moves to your hair not pushing, just resting there, fingers threading through softly.

"Just like that," he says, his voice already rougher. "Warm me up first. Nice and slow."

You take the tip into your mouth and he inhales sharply.

"Oh- yeah. There ya go. That's it. Just a little at a time. You don't have to take it all."

His hands guides you gently, not forcing, just showing you the rhythm he likes. You sink down a little more causing your spit to drip down, he lets out a shaky laugh.

"Messy already, huh?" he says, thumb wiping a bit of spit from the corner of your mouth. "You're doing so good. So fuckin' good."

You moan around him, and he feels it his thigh tenses next to your cheek.

"Fuck. Do that again."

You do. His grip in your hair tightens just slightly, not hard, just there.

"Breathe through your nose," he reminds you. "There you go. You're a natural, you know that?"

You pull off for a second to catch your breath, and a string of spit connects you to him. He looks down at it, then back at your face, and his expression goes soft and dark at the same time.

"Look at you. All messy for me." He cups your cheek. "You want to keep going?"

"Yes," you whisper.

"Yeah? You want me to talk you through it?"

"Please."

He grins. "Then get back here."

You take him in your mouth again, deeper this time, and his composure cracks just a little. A low groan escapes him, and his hips twitch forward before he catches himself.

"Easy," he breathes. "I got you. You're okay. Just- yeah, fuck right there. Stay right there for a second."

He holds you still, not deep throating, just letting you feel him pulse on your tongue. His thumb strokes your cheekbone.

"You feel that? That's you. You're doing that to me."

You look up at him with watery eyes, and something in his face breaks open.

"Holy fuck," he whispers. "You're so fucking pretty like this."

You start moving again, finding a rhythm, and he lets you lead for a while just his hand in your hair, his voice a constant stream above you.

"That's it. Good girl. Don't rush. Just take what you can."

Spit drips down your chin. You don't care. He doesn't either in fact, he watches it happen and groans.

"So messy. I love it. I love you like this."

His breathing gets heavier. His hips start moving in small, shallow thrusts not rough, just desperate.

"I'm gonna- fuck, I'm close. You want me to pull out?"

You shake your head as best you can with him in your mouth.

"Yeah? You want it?"

You moan yes.

"Okay. Okay, baby. Keep going. Just like that. Don't stop- don't stop, you're almost there-"

His voice gets breathy and higher.

"I'm gonna- fuck, fuck right there you're so good "

He cums with a choked sound, his hand cradling the back of your head, holding you gently in place as he spills into your mouth.

"That's it. Take it. You did so good. So fuckin' good for me. I got you. I got you."

When he's done, he pulls you off slowly and immediately pushes his fingers in your mouth to make you show him you swallowed. His forehead presses against yours, both of you breathing hard.

"Fuck you're so perfect for me," he whispers, wiping your mouth with his thumb. "You okay?"

You nod, trembling.

He laughs softly. "Now come here. My turn."

He didn't rush.

That was the first thing you learned about Jake when the cameras were off. He didn't grab or tear or demand. He asked, but in a way that left no room for you to say no.

"Lay back for me," he said quietly.

You laid.

"Good fucking girl."

Those three words hit you somewhere deep, and he saw it. Of course he saw it. He saw everything.

His hands landed on your shoulders warm, solid, grounding. His mouth found your ear.

"I'm gonna take care of you," he murmured. "But you have to listen to me. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Say yes, Jake.'"

Your throat tightened. "Yes, Jake."

His hands slid down your arms slowly, like he was memorizing you. When he reached your wrists, he didn't grab them he just circled them with his fingers and held.

"I want you to feel everything," he said. "But I don't want you to think. Just feel. Just listen to my voice. Can you do that for me?"

"Fuck yes I can Jake."

"Good."

Then he kissed you.

It wasn't messy at first. It was slow, deliberate, his lips coaxing yours open like he had all the time in the world. One hand stayed on your wrist. The other slid into your hair, gentle but firm, tilting your head exactly where he wanted it.

When he pulled back, you almost whimpered.

"Shh," he breathed. "I've got you. I'm right here."

His thumb traced your cheekbone. "You feel so good already, and I've barely touched you. Do you know that? Do you know how hard it is for me to go this slow?"

You shook your head, lost.

"I'll show you," he said. "But first take off your shirt."

Your hands moved before your brain caught up. The fabric slipped over your head, and suddenly you were standing in front of him in just your bra, and his gaze dropped like a physical weight.

"Gosh so beautiful," he said softly. "Now tell me. Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes."

"Say it all the way."

"I want you to keep going, Jake please."

His smile was warm, but his voice dropped lower. "Then look all pretty for me while you keep your eyes on me." "I'm going to give you what you deserve cause you've been so good to me," he said. "And every time you feel like you're getting lost, I want you to look at me and watch me talk you through it. Can you do that?"

You nodded.

"Cmon use your words, baby."

"Yes, Jake. I can do that."

"Good girl."

His hand moved first to your side just a slow drag of his fingers from your ribs down to your hip. Then back up. Then down again, lower each time, until his thumb brushed the waistband of your pants.

"You're already breathing so fast," he observed, like he was fascinated. "I love that. I love that I can do this to you without even trying."

His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, just barely. Just enough to make your hips lift off the bed.

"Ah ah," he murmured. "Stay still. I'll give you what you need, but you have to let me lead. Understand?"

"Yes, Jake."

"Perfect."

He pulled your pants down slowly, agonizingly slowly his knuckles grazing your thighs the whole way. When you were bare from the waist down, he just stopped and looked at you.

"You're so wet already," he said, and it wasn't teasing. It was reverent. "Goodness. You really do want this, don't you?"

You couldn't speak. You just nodded.

"I know," he said. "I know, baby. And I'm gonna make you feel so good."

He lowered himself until his mouth was right next to your ear.

"I'm going to put my fingers inside you now," he said, voice low and steady. "And I want you to tell me how it feels. Every single thing. Don't hold back. Can you do that?"

"Mhmm yes Jake yes."

"Then show me."

When his fingers finally touched you just a light, teasing press you gasped so loud you almost scared yourself.

"That's it," he said, circling slowly. "That's exactly it. Let me hear you."

He pushed one finger inside, and your back arched.

"Oh-"

"Yeah," he breathed. "Feel that? That's just the beginning. You're taking me so well already. So fucking good for me."

He added a second finger, and you grabbed his wrist not to stop him, just to hold onto something.

"I know," he said. "I know it's a lot. But you can take it. You're doing so good. Just breathe for me."

He started a rhythm slow, deep, curling his fingers on every pull back. And he kept talking. Kept guiding.

"Every time I do this," he said, pressing exactly where you needed him, "you squeeze around me. Do you feel that? Do you feel how your body knows what to do?"

"Yes- yes, Jake-"

"You're close already, aren't you?"

You couldn't lie. "Yes."

"Not yet," he said, and pulled his fingers out.

You almost cried.

"Shh, shh, shh," he cooed, kissing your forehead. "You gotta listen to me pretty and right now, I'm telling you you're not cumming until I'm inside you. You understand?"

"Please-"

"Please what?"

"Please, Jake- I need you-"

He smiled. That same gentle, devastating smile. "That's all you had to say."

He pulled off his own clothes in a way that should have been rushed but wasn't. Every movement was deliberate. When he was bare, he knelt between your legs and wrapped a hand around himself, stroking once, twice.

"Look at me," he said.

You looked.

"I'm going to go slow," he said. "But I'm not going to stop. If it's too much, you tell me yeah? I'll be right here through everything Understand?"

"Yes, Jake."

He lined himself up, and then he pushed inside just an inch. Just enough to make you both gasp.

"Oh my god-"

"I know," he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. "I know, baby. You feel- fuck- you feel so good. Better than I imagined. And I've imagined this a lot."

He pushed deeper, and your nails dug into his shoulders.

"That's it," he whispered. "Take all of me. You're doing so good. So fucking good for me."

When he was fully inside, he stopped. Just held there, letting you adjust, his breath hot and shaky against your cheek.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yes- yes, please don't stop "

"I won't," he said. "I'm gonna move now. And I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away."

He started moving slow at first, then deeper, then faster in a way that was still controlled but just on the edge of messy. His hips snapped against yours, and the sound of it filled the room.

"You feel that?" he breathed. "That's me inside you. That's me taking care of you. You're not thinking about anything else right now, are you?"

You shook your head, barely able to speak.

"No," he said. "Because I've got you. I've got all of you. And you're so- god- you're so perfect like this all fucked out. Messy and loud and all mine."

His hand slid between your bodies and found you he pressed exactly where you needed him and you shattered.

"Let go for me baby," he commanded softly. "I've got you.

You did. You cum undone completely, crying out his name, and he followed right after burying his face in your neck and groaning low and long as he spilled inside you.

He didn't stop talking, even then.

"That's it," he murmured against your skin. "That's my good girl. You did so well. You took everything I gave you. I'm so proud of you."

Afterward, he didn't pull away.

He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand cradling the back of your head. Then he eased out slowly and gathered you against his chest.

"You okay?" he asked again.

You nodded against his shoulder, still trembling.

"Talk to me," he said softly. "I need to hear your voice."

"That was-" you started, then laughed weakly. "I can't even think."

He smiled and kissed your hair. "Good. That's what I wanted."

He pulled the blanket over both of you and held you tighter.

"You were so good for me," he said one more time. "And tomorrow, I'm gonna talk you through it all over again."

You smiled knowing he meant every word.