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your boyfriend jake loves holding eye contact as he watches you ride him ୨୧ jake x reader ୨୧ mdni
you’re in jake’s dimly lit bedroom, the air thick with the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the metallic tang of soldering flux and old books. the space is pure nerd heaven shelves overflowing with manga, warhammer minis, and stacks of programming textbooks. his gaming setup glows softly in the corner, rgb lights pulsing like a heartbeat.
jake lies beneath you on his messy bed, hoodie and tshirt rucked up to his collarbones, exposing his surprisingly smooth, lean chest and the faint trail of hair leading down. his thick black glasses are still perched on his nose, slightly fogged already, and his cock — hard, flushed, and throbbing — waits for you.
you hover over him, heart racing with that familiar shyness. being on top always makes you feel so exposed, so vulnerable. but Jake’s hands gently grip your hips, guiding you as you slowly sink down onto him.the stretch is delicious, inch by thick inch filling you until your ass meets his thighs and he’s buried to the hilt inside your tight, wet heat. a soft, broken moan escapes your lips.
“eyes on me,” jake breathes, his voice low and husky but still carrying that soft, analytical edge. his dark eyes lock onto yours instantly, refusing to let go. “don’t look away even for a second.”
riding jake means holding eye contact with him the entire time. it’s so fucking hard when you’re already shy about taking control like this — about being the one moving, bouncing, showing him exactly how desperate you are. your cheeks burn, you want to bury your face in his neck, hide in the safety of his hoodie, or squeeze your eyes shut. but he doesn’t care he needs your eyes on him.
he cups your jaw with one hand, thumb stroking your flushed cheek as you start to roll your hips. “that’s it, baby look right at me while you ride my cock,” he whispers, voice trembling with restraint. “i want to see everything every flicker every moan.”
you move slowly at first, grinding in deep, sensual circles. the wet slide of him inside you is obscene, stretching you perfectly, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. jake’s breath hitches every time you clench around him, but his gaze never wavers —intense, hungry, loving. those nerdy eyes drink in your face like it’s the most beautiful equation he’s ever solved.
you pick up the pace, lifting and dropping onto him with soft, slick sounds. your tits bounce with every motion. jake’s free hand slides up your body, cupping one breast, pinching your nipple just right while his thumb brushes over it. the pleasure spikes, and you whimper, your rhythm faltering for a moment.
“eyes,” he reminds you gently but firmly, tilting your chin back to him when your gaze starts to drift. “don’t you dare look away i need to watch you fuck yourself on me.”
the eye contact makes everything more intimate, almost unbearably so. you can see every tiny detail the way his pupils are blown wide with lust, the flush creeping down his neck, the way his lips part when you squeeze around him. he’s studying you — your parted lips, your hooded eyes, the way your eyebrows knit together when he angles his hips just right to grind against that perfect spot deep inside.
you ride him harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin filling the room alongside your shared moans. sweat beads on your skin. your hands brace on his chest, feeling his heart hammering wildly under your palms.
“fuck… you feel so good,” jake groans, his voice cracking in that adorable way. “so tight so wet keep looking at me while you take every inch — good girl you’re doing so well.”
the praise mixed with that unwavering stare pushes you closer to the edge. your thighs burn, but you can’t stop. every bounce sends sparks through your body. jake’s hands grip your hips tighter, helping you now, pulling you down onto him with each thrust. his glasses slip further down his nose, but he doesn’t fix them he’s too lost in you.
you’re so close. your pussy flutters around his cock, clenching rhythmically as the pressure coils tighter.“don’t close your eyes,” he pants, voice raw. “look at me when you come i want to see it — need to see it.”
the orgasm crashes into you like a supernova. you cry out, loud and shameless, your whole body shaking as intense waves of pleasure rip through you. your inner walls pulse and squeeze around him, milking his cock. but your eyes stay locked on his the entire time — wide, glassy, completely undone. jake watches every second of it, mesmerized, groaning deeply as your climax triggers his own.
he thrusts up into you one last time, burying himself as deep as possible while he comes hard, pulsing and spilling inside you with a broken, whimpering moan that sounds so perfectly nerdy and desperate.
for a long moment, you stay like that — connected, breathing heavily, eyes still locked in that raw, intimate stare. then jake pulls you down gently against his chest, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, still panting softly.
“god i love when you look at me like that,” he murmurs against your hair, voice warm and sated. “best data i’ve ever collected.” you smile, boneless and glowing, knowing your sweet, brilliant nerd boyfriend will never let you hide during moments like this. and honestly ? you don’t want to anymore.
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smut ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─── ❤︎ dead dove, do not eat: religious themes (takes place in a church), dubcon ノ handjob, biting, whimpering >.< reblogs appreciated !
taki was good. pure, even. he never missed church, never went to bed without a prayer and he certainly never paid mind to any sensations below his abdomen.
as good as he was, he was still human. he, not unlike his peers, experienced the uncomfortable tugging in his lower belly and growing tightness in his underwear. though, unlike them, he would wish it away, tossing around in his bedsheets, occupying his mind with anything other than impurity.
you, on the other hand, were the furthest from “good” a so-called child of god could be. and taki despised you.
you always hobbled into church midway through the preachers teachings, falling unladylike into one of the back pews. the wooden surface beneath you was more uncomfortable each time, which may be a result of your shorts that you cut even shorter each morning.
and every time, taki watches you. he likes to think it’s out of concern, in hope you’ll redeem yourself within this lifetime. though, you know better. temptation is a tricky thing.
it leads him to places he only visits in his dreams, that he repents for in repeated prayer when he wakes in a sticky mess staining his sheets. it’s how he ended up here, hours after the church had emptied, with your hand palming him over the fabric of his pants.
“please.” he whispers, though he’s unsure what he’s asking for, whether that be salvation, or for you to increase the pressure on the throbbing mess under his clothes.
“hm? be a good boy and use your words.” you coo, slowing down the pace of your hand, watching how his hips jerk, chasing anything you were giving.
all he can do is whine, his head thrown back exposing his neck. losing all your edge, something twists inside you, the noises he’s making, the sweat beading on his skin — it’s all too much. you bring your lips to the skin just below his jaw, and slowly suckle.
oh, is he sensitive.
he curses beneath his breath, perhaps unnoticeable to himself, as usually he would shun all those who curse, label them sinners, but he has no reaction. nothing but jagged strings of whimpers and pleas.
you scrape your teeth, testing, against the skin closer to his nape. the skin he could cover, and you bite. the sound he makes is nothing short of pornographic, and if it wasn’t so late into the depths of the night, the town would declare taki a disgrace.
“oh taki, if only you knew how long i’ve wanted to ruin you this way.” you breathe against his neck, your hand fumbling with the waistband of his pants before tugging them down, along with his underwear.
his head falls forward, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, wet with sweat. his eyes meet yours, glassy. his gaze tugs at your chest, and immediately you avert your eyes, fixating them on his flushed cock, the tip red, beads of precum forming at the slit.
you wrap your hand around the base, slowly gliding it up his length. he was bigger than you had assumed, having thought all obedient church boys were hiding their shame over their size behind talk of sin. he watches as you stroke him, his voice dying in his throat, nothing but heavy sighs echoing off the church walls.
you feel him twitching against your hand, accompanied by a choked whisper of your name. a warning, before he spills pretty white into your hand, silently promising himself to you as he does so.
he knows now that he’s beyond saving, nothing more than an impure sinner. but more-so, he’s addicted. perhaps, after all, he doesn’t want salvation, just you and the heaven found in your touch.
⋮ ⌗ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 : hi luneblr… some church boy!taki smut for my first post. — 🐰
smut ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─── ❤︎ dead dove, do not eat: religious themes (takes place in a church), dubcon ノ handjob, biting, whimpering >.< reblogs appreciated !
taki was good. pure, even. he never missed church, never went to bed without a prayer and he certainly never paid mind to any sensations below his abdomen.
as good as he was, he was still human. he, not unlike his peers, experienced the uncomfortable tugging in his lower belly and growing tightness in his underwear. though, unlike them, he would wish it away, tossing around in his bedsheets, occupying his mind with anything other than impurity.
you, on the other hand, were the furthest from “good” a so-called child of god could be. and taki despised you.
you always hobbled into church midway through the preachers teachings, falling unladylike into one of the back pews. the wooden surface beneath you was more uncomfortable each time, which may be a result of your shorts that you cut even shorter each morning.
and every time, taki watches you. he likes to think it’s out of concern, in hope you’ll redeem yourself within this lifetime. though, you know better. temptation is a tricky thing.
it leads him to places he only visits in his dreams, that he repents for in repeated prayer when he wakes in a sticky mess staining his sheets. it’s how he ended up here, hours after the church had emptied, with your hand palming him over the fabric of his pants.
“please.” he whispers, though he’s unsure what he’s asking for, whether that be salvation, or for you to increase the pressure on the throbbing mess under his clothes.
“hm? be a good boy and use your words.” you coo, slowing down the pace of your hand, watching how his hips jerk, chasing anything you were giving.
all he can do is whine, his head thrown back exposing his neck. losing all your edge, something twists inside you, the noises he’s making, the sweat beading on his skin — it’s all too much. you bring your lips to the skin just below his jaw, and slowly suckle.
oh, is he sensitive.
he curses beneath his breath, perhaps unnoticeable to himself, as usually he would shun all those who curse, label them sinners, but he has no reaction. nothing but jagged strings of whimpers and pleas.
you scrape your teeth, testing, against the skin closer to his nape. the skin he could cover, and you bite. the sound he makes is nothing short of pornographic, and if it wasn’t so late into the depths of the night, the town would declare taki a disgrace.
“oh taki, if only you knew how long i’ve wanted to ruin you this way.” you breathe against his neck, your hand fumbling with the waistband of his pants before tugging them down, along with his underwear.
his head falls forward, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, wet with sweat. his eyes meet yours, glassy. his gaze tugs at your chest, and immediately you avert your eyes, fixating them on his flushed cock, the tip red, beads of precum forming at the slit.
you wrap your hand around the base, slowly gliding it up his length. he was bigger than you had assumed, having thought all obedient church boys were hiding their shame over their size behind talk of sin. he watches as you stroke him, his voice dying in his throat, nothing but heavy sighs echoing off the church walls.
you feel him twitching against your hand, accompanied by a choked whisper of your name. a warning, before he spills pretty white into your hand, silently promising himself to you as he does so.
he knows now that he’s beyond saving, nothing more than an impure sinner. but more-so, he’s addicted. perhaps, after all, he doesn’t want salvation, just you and the heaven found in your touch.
⋮ ⌗ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 : hi luneblr… some church boy!taki smut for my first post. — 🐰
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