after a brutal, endless day jake comes home completely feral — cock aching, leaking, and desperate for your body. armed with your explicit permission to take you anytime, even while you’re sound asleep, he loses every ounce of control. what begins as hungry, reverent touches spirals into frantic, sloppy, animalistic fucking as he buries himself deep inside your sleeping cunt, pounding you senseless and pumping you full until you wake up dripping and moaning beneath him.
trigger warnings: extremely explicit smut / highly graphic sex somnophilia, cnc, dubcon elements, creampie / breeding kink, overstimulation, rough possessive sex, pierced nipple play, dirty talk, praising, desperate, male whimpering, drooling male, waking up to being fucked, multiple orgasms / cum play, p in v, unprotected sex (dont ever do this, and if you do, PULL THE FUCK OUT BEFORE HE CUMS)
18+ only / mdni. or ignore the warning, whatever. if you're a minor and you read this anyway, that's a personal problem between you and the devil.
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You don’t stir. Not really. Just a soft, unconscious murmur into the pillow as the mattress sinks under Jake’s weight. The sheets smell like vanilla, lavender, and warm skin—your skin. Your right nipple, the one with the pretty silver bar, drags against the cotton as you shift, sending a sleepy little spark through your body that never quite reaches your mind.
Jake is barely holding it together.
His cock is throbbing so hard it hurts, straining obscenely against his dress pants, the tip already leaking steadily and soaking through the fabric. He’s been like this for hours—thick, heavy, and aching. He palms himself roughly as he stares down at you, breath ragged and shaky.
“Fuck… look at you,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “So fucking pretty when you sleep. All mine to use. My good girl. My perfect fucking girl. Need you. Need to be inside you. fuck—please—pkease"
He's so fucking desperate he could cry.
He strips fast, almost violently. Tie ripped off, shirt buttons flying across the floorboards, pants shoved down his thighs until his fat cock springs free. It slaps wetly against his stomach, angry red, veins bulging, the slit gaping and drooling thick, clear strings of precum that stretch down toward your body. He kicks everything else away and crawls over you like a man possessed.
His trembling fingers hook under the hem of your tank top and slowly drag it up and off. The cool air hits your bare breasts, making your pierced nipple tighten instantly. He groans at the sight, mouth watering.
“Perfect,” he breathes, eyes glazed. “Tits are perfect. You're perfect. Fuck. Fuck.”
He peels them down your thighs with shaky hands, dragging the fabric along your skin. Once they’re tossed aside, he spreads your legs wide, exposing your soft, bare pussy to the weak amber lamplight. His breath catches.
“Look at this pretty cunt… already waiting for me.”
His leaking cock drags a sticky trail across your hip as he settles on top of you, forearms bracketing your head. He groans low in his throat at the first press of bare skin on skin.
“You smell so fucking good… warm little cunt already waiting for me, huh? Always smell so fucking good for me.”
He grinds against your thigh, smearing precum everywhere like he’s marking you. His mouth finds your neck, then your tits. His mouth latches onto your pierced nipple like a man starved—hot, wet, and sloppy. He sucks hard, tongue flicking and swirling around the silver bar, teeth gently tugging it. Wet, obscene sucking sounds fill the room while strings of his spit drip down your breast.
“Mine,” he whispers roughly against your wet skin, the metal clicking against his teeth. “All mine. Even like this. Especially like this.”
His hand slides down your body, fingers parting your soft folds. You’re only slightly damp at first. He rubs tight, firm, slick circles over your clit, then pushes two thick fingers inside you. The tight, velvety heat makes him whimper, a desperate sob catching in his throat.
“So fucking tight… even asleep this little pussy is squeezing me,” he groans against your breast. “So tight. Tightest pussy. Best pussy. My pussy. That's it... that's my good girl. Getting wet for me even in your sleep. So perfect. So fucking perfect.”
He adds a third finger, pumping faster, curling them deep until slick sounds start filling the room and your unconscious body begins to leak around his hand. Your breathing changes—shallower, a tiny whimper slipping out—but you stay asleep.
You’re getting wetter. Warmer. Softer.
Jake can’t wait any longer.
He pulls his fingers out, grips his throbbing cock, and rubs the fat, precum-smeared head up and down your slick folds. The sensation of your hot, wet pussy lips kissing his tip makes his eyes roll back.
The first thick inch stretches you open with a burning, delicious pressure. Jake’s mouth falls open, a broken, high-pitched whimper escaping as your tight walls grip him like a vice. “Oh my fucking god— so hot… so fucking tight—”
He sinks deeper, inch by throbbing inch, feeling every ridge and flutter of your cunt around him, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.
“Taking me so well,” he gasps, full-body tremors shaking his frame. “Taking me—it's like you were made for this. Made for my cock. Made to be filled up.”
When he bottoms out, balls pressed tight against your ass, his whole body shudders violently. Thick drool spills from his slack mouth onto your chest as he pants like a dog in heat, staying completely still for a moment to adjust to the suffocating heat.
Then he starts fucking you.
Slow, deep drags at first—pulling out until just the swollen head remains inside, then slamming back in with wet, filthy sounds. Your tits bounce with every thrust, the silver bar catching the lamplight.
“Feel so good,” he babbles, eyes wild. “Best I've ever had. Best anyone's ever had. Don't know how I survived before you. Don't want to remember.”
His pace quickly turns frantic. His hips snap harder, faster, pounding into you with desperate, animalistic thrusts. The headboard starts slamming against the wall. His heavy balls smack wetly against your ass with every brutal stroke. He’s panting, whimpering, drooling against your tits while he sucks and bites at your pierced nipple.
“Fuck— Taking me so well, baby. Even asleep you’re creaming on my dick like a good little slut,” he babbles, voice wrecked and sloppy. “This greedy little cunt is creaming all over me… getting so fucking wet for me— Can you feel yourself getting wetter for me?”
You start to stir beneath him, eyelids fluttering.
Your sleepy moan only makes him thrust harder—short, frantic, punishing strokes that drive him impossibly deep.
“Shh, baby— I’ve got you,” he whimpers, his rhythm stuttering and erratic. “Needed this pussy so fucking bad… been fucking leaking for you all day. Just—just let me. Please. Let me use you. Need you so bad. Need to come inside you.”
Your eyes flutter open, still hazy, and the moment you realize he’s buried balls-deep inside you, a low moan slips from your lips. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging hard.
“Yes,” he hisses, bucking wildly against you. “Yes, pull it. Pull it harder. Make me yours. Please.”
“Fuck— I’m cumming— I’m cumming so fucking hard—”
His cock swells violently inside you. The first powerful spurt explodes deep against your cervix—a thick, scalding rope of cum that floods your walls. He lets out a broken sob as the second, even heavier rope shoots out, then the third, fourth, fifth—each pulse stronger and longer than the last. His cock twitches and jerks violently with every spurt, filling you until you’re stuffed and sloppy.
“Oh my god— baby— feel that? I’m pumping you so full,” he sobs against your neck, voice cracking pathetically. “There’s so much cum— it won’t stop— fuck— another one— I’m still cumming inside you—! Wanted you to wake up full. Wake up mine.”
Every throb sends fresh waves of thick, hot seed splashing against your walls. Long, heavy ropes of cum flood your pussy until you’re impossibly full, the warm wetness starting to leak out around his thick shaft with every shallow thrust. He keeps moving through it, fucking his own load deeper into you, whimpering like he’s losing his mind.
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Gonna fill you until it’s dripping down your thighs for days.”
Even when the pulses finally weaken, he doesn’t stop moving. His cock is still twitching, overly sensitive and messy, but he keeps thrusting through the slick, cum-filled heat with wet, obscene squelching sounds.
“Can't stop,” he whimpers against your throat. “Won't stop. Need to feel you come. Need to feel you squeeze my cock. Please—I need—I need—”
You whimper, clenching around him. “Jake… fuck, I can feel all of it.”
He lifts his head, eyes wild and glassy, and kisses you messily.
“ ‘M Not done,” he whines against your mouth. “Not even close. Need you to cum on my cock while you’re full of my load.”
His hand snakes between you, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing fast and filthy while he starts fucking you again—the wet, squelching thrusts pushing his cum even deeper.
You’re wide awake now, moaning loudly, legs locked tight around his waist as he uses your cum-filled pussy exactly how he needs.
