Tweety girl⁷

His hand had slowly slipped under the hem of your hoodie, warm palm gliding up your bare back. The kiss deepened, turning slower, heavier. You could feel the shift in his breathing, the way his fingers started tracing the curve of your waist like he wanted more. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses that made your stomach flutter.

But the moment his hand moved higher, brushing just beneath the band of your bra, panic hit you like ice water.

You tensed up instantly.

Jake noticed right away. He always did. He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and searching, his hand freezing where it was.

“Baby?” he murmured, voice husky but gentle. “You okay?”

You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling too exposed even though you were still fully clothed. Your heart was hammering for all the wrong reasons. You gently pushed his hand down, sitting up a little and pulling the hoodie back into place.

“I… I can’t,” you whispered, voice small.

Jake sat up too, immediately giving you space but staying close. His hand found yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles in that soothing way he always did.

“Talk to me,” he said softly. “Did I do something wrong? Did I go too fast?”

You shook your head quickly, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. Instead, you stared down at your lap, fingers twisting in the fabric of the hoodie.

“It’s not you,” you said quietly. “It’s me. I just… I get scared.”

Jake stayed quiet, waiting patiently. He always gave you time when you needed it.

After a long moment, the words finally tumbled out, shaky and insecure.

“I know I don’t look like most girls… especially the ones you’ve probably been with before. My boobs are really small. Like, barely there. And my ass is almost nonexistent. I’m straight up flat in places where other girls have curves. I keep thinking… what if you see me and you’re disappointed? What if you realize you could have someone with a better body and then you stop wanting me? Or you love me less?”

Your voice cracked on the last part.

“I’ve been avoiding going further with you because I’m terrified that once you see everything… you won’t look at me the same way anymore.”

The silence that followed felt heavy. You kept your eyes down, too scared to see his reaction. Tears were already burning at the corners of your eyes.

Then you felt the bed shift.

Jake moved closer, gently cupping your face with both hands and tilting your head up so you had no choice but to look at him. His eyes were wide, full of something soft and almost heartbroken.

“Baby…” he breathed, voice cracking slightly. “Oh my god, no. Come here.”

He pulled you into his lap without hesitation, wrapping his arms around you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head as he pressed your face into his neck. You could feel how warm he was, how steady his heartbeat was against your cheek.

“I need you to listen to me, okay?” he whispered, lips brushing your hair. “Really listen.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes again, thumbs gently wiping away the tears that had escaped.

“I don’t want ‘most girls.’ I don’t want big boobs or a huge ass or whatever the hell society says is ‘perfect.’ I want you. The girl who laughs at my stupid jokes even when they’re bad. The girl who steals my hoodies and looks cuter in them than I ever could. The girl whose waist fits perfectly in my hands. The girl whose body I already dream about every night.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then both cheeks.

“Your body is beautiful to me. Exactly as it is. Small chest, small butt, all the little things you’re insecure about? I love them. I love how you feel when I hold you. I love how light you are when I pick you up. I love the way your chest fits against mine when we cuddle. None of that changes how much I want you.”

His voice dropped softer, more serious.

“And even if you had none of those things… I would still want you. Because it’s you. The outside is just packaging. I fell in love with everything inside first.”

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“I’m never going to love you less because of your body. If anything, I feel lucky that I get to see you like this. That I get to be the one who makes you feel good. The one who gets to touch you and kiss you and show you how perfect you are to me.”

Jake pulled back slightly, searching your face with those warm, patient eyes.

“I’m not going to push you. We can stop right now if you want. Or we can go slow. Or you can keep the hoodie on the whole time. Whatever makes you feel safe. But please… don’t hide from me because you think I’ll be disappointed. I could never be disappointed in you, baby.”

He leaned in and kissed you gently, slow and full of love, like he was trying to pour every reassurance into it.

When he pulled away, he whispered against your lips.

“Let me show you how much I love every part of you… if you’ll let me.”

Jake waited, patient as ever, his hands gently rubbing up and down your arms while he looked at you with those warm, understanding eyes. He wasn’t rushing you. He never did.

After a long, shaky breath, you nodded.

“Okay,” you whispered. “I want to try.”

The smile that spread across his face was so soft and full of love it made your chest ache. He leaned in and kissed you slowly, deeply, like he had all the time in the world. His hands stayed respectful at first, one cupping your face, the other resting safely on your waist.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured between kisses. “We go at your pace. If anything feels wrong, we stop. Promise.”

You trusted him. So you let him guide you.

Jake took his time undressing you, kissing every new inch of skin he revealed. When he finally pulled your hoodie off, he didn’t stare in the way you feared. Instead, he looked at you like you were something precious.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, eyes tracing over your small chest, your soft stomach, the subtle curve of your hips. He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss right between your breasts, then another lower on your ribs. “So fucking pretty, baby.”

Your cheeks burned, but the way he touched you, reverent and gentle, made the anxiety start to melt.

He spent what felt like forever worshipping your chest. Soft kisses turned into slow, wet licks across your nipples, then gentle sucking that had you gasping and arching into his mouth. His hands were everywhere, cupping your small breasts like they were perfect, squeezing softly, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks until you were trembling.

“See?” he whispered against your skin, voice husky. “These are mine. I love how they fit in my hands. Love how sensitive you are for me.”

He moved lower, kissing down your stomach, nipping gently at your hips. When he reached your panties, he looked up at you for permission. At your nod, he slid them down your legs and settled between your thighs.

Jake took his time there too.

He kissed the inside of your thighs, telling you how much he loved how soft you were, how perfect your skin felt against his cheeks. Then his mouth was on you, slow, warm, and so incredibly thorough. His tongue circled your clit with just the right pressure while two fingers gently pushed inside you, curling in that way that always made your toes curl.

Every time insecurity tried to creep back in, Jake chased it away.

“Look at me, baby,” he murmured, glancing up between your legs, lips shiny. “You’re so wet for me already. So perfect. I could stay here forever.”

He didn’t rush. He built you up slowly, lovingly, until you were shaking and whimpering his name, fingers tangled in his hair. When you came on his tongue, he held your hips down gently through the waves, moaning against you like tasting you was the best thing in the world.

After you came down, he crawled back up your body, kissing every inch on the way. When he finally settled between your legs, hard and ready, he paused again.

“You still okay?” he asked, voice rough with arousal but eyes full of care. “We don’t have to go further tonight.”

You pulled him down into a kiss, legs wrapping around his waist.

“I want you,” you whispered. “All of you.”

Jake groaned softly and reached down to line himself up. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching your face the entire time. Once he was fully inside you, he stayed still, forehead pressed to yours.

“Fuck, baby… you feel incredible,” he breathed. “So tight. So warm. Perfect for me.”

He started moving, slow, deep rolls of his hips that made you feel every inch of him. One of his hands stayed on your small chest, gently massaging and playing with your nipple, while the other held your hip, keeping you close.

“Look at me,” he whispered, voice thick. “I want you to see how much I love this. How much I love you.”

His eyes never left yours as he made love to you. Every thrust was purposeful, loving, and full of emotion. He kissed you constantly, your lips, your neck, your chest, whispering praises between moans.

“I love your body… love how you feel around me… you’re so beautiful, baby… so fucking perfect for me…”

When you came again, clenching around him, Jake followed right after, burying his face in your neck as he spilled deep inside you with a broken groan of your name.

Afterwards, he didn’t pull out right away.

He stayed inside you, holding you close, pressing soft kisses all over your face and shoulders while you both caught your breath. His hand gently stroked up and down your side, tracing every curve and dip like he was memorizing you.

“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing damp hair from your forehead.

You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks again, happy ones this time.

Jake smiled and kissed them away.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Every single part of you. Don’t ever doubt that again, okay? You’re mine. And I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

He pulled the blanket over both of you and tucked you against his chest, arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.

“Mine,” he repeated sleepily, kissing the top of your head. “All mine.”

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your back arched impossibly off the bed as you turned your head to the side and let your mouth fall open in a silent “o” shape. jake kept rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit relentlessly. 

almost immediately after coming down from your high you whined "that's not fair jakey- i told you i wanted to come around your fingers"

you could already feel the tears gather at the corners of your eyes as your hand pushed into his chest.

it wasn't fair.

"so fuckin' ungrateful huh?" he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. you squirmed.

"maybe if you had held off your orgasm like I told you to..." he looked down at where your body was now pathetically arching.

"stay fuckin still" he slammed your hips down.

"babyyy" you whined again as your legs kicked behind him, where they were wrapped around his waist.

"'s not fair."

"y/n, baby, just quiet down. hm? d' you wanna feel good?" he tipped your chin up so you looked at him.

you nodded.

"just be good for me then. can you do that? he tapped his finger on your chin and forced two of them into your mouth

you sucked.

" there. like that "

he pulled them out and brought them down where he nudged them at your entrance.

" you're a fuckin slut. " he pushed them inside and you gasped.

"is this what you wanted?"

"fuck jakey" you moaned breathlessly.

"you gotta be quiet y/n-"

he pulls them out and continues gently massaging your clit.

you arch into his touch and moan, already feeling that knot start to form in your stomach. It’s not your fault when he looks this good above you, his messy hair falling over his eyes.

jake already realizes this by how you're arching into him.

"gonna hold off f' me okay?" he watches you nod absentmindedly as his fingers rub against your clit.

unfortunately, it's game over when he gathers the wetness leaking out of your hole and resumes stubbornly rubbing your clit.

"fuck" the friction is too much and before you can stop yourself your hips grind back against his fingers and you're coming.

his brows furrow in disappointment but he doesn't stop touching you until you're panting and pushing him away.

you immediately whine and cover your face with your hands, half embarrassed, half disappointed.

he guides them away and presses a kiss to your forehead

"so fuckin' dumb for me. hm?" he searches your gaze and you look away, embarrassed.

you had one job.

"it's not my fault" you pout slightly

he tilts your head back towards him.

"oh is it mine?" 

you don’t reply and he can tell you're beating yourself up enough, you don't need another punishment.

he lies down and guides you onto his chest, where you settle with a pout.

"'s okay baby. you'll get better at that" his fingers scratch gently at your scalp, making you feel sleepy.

"we'll just do a ton of practice mkay?" he murmurs as he presses a kiss onto your head.

"don't get sulky on me."

"wanted to come around your fingers" you explain, still sporting that subtle pout that tells him you're not over it.

"i know baby but you gotta learn to hold off f' me"

he sighs as he holds you tighter.

"besides… you look really fucking hot when you come like that. all needy and whining like im not giving you enough. you're so cute" his hand comes to rest on your hip and only then do your eyes dart down and notice his massive boner.