#dom!jake

Jake met you at the front door with a smile and a kiss, but the smile quickly slid away as he registered the exhaustion and frustration, he knew was written all over your face. You put one arm around Jake’s neck, sighing. 

“I’ve had the worst day,” You mumbled into Jake’s shoulder.

Thursdays were the days you worked really late, so you'd come to the agreement that Jake should eat dinner at home, and you should eat dinner out and then when you got home, you would have dessert together, but you weren’t interested in dessert tonight. You just wanted Jake to hold you.

You tucked your head over Jake’s shoulder and squeezed him.

“Tell me about it.”

You sighed heavily and reluctantly pulled out of the hug to put his briefcase on the table. “I lost the deal I was so close to getting and got cussed out by my boss about something even though it had nothing to do with me. It was some dumb volunteer that answered a call and got all of the information mixed up and told them something that wasn’t true. Next thing we know they backed out of the deal at the last minute.” You sighed again and Jake enveloped you in his arms. “And the traffic was bad, so I was late for a meeting, and somebody spilled coffee on the notes I was taking during the meeting, and it’s just been a shit day and I’m tired.”

Jake rubbed your back and kissed down your neck. “What do you need me to do, baby? What do you want? Food, cuddles, a bath?”

You sighed, knowing exactly what you wanted. “I want to be close to you and just… watch a movie or something.” You knew Jake would understand what you meant. Jake was great at knowing what you meant when you just vaguely implied what you wanted. You didn’t have the energy to spell it out right now and knew you didn’t have to.

Jake nuzzled your cheek. “Go take a shower and put on something comfy and I’ll be ready for you, hon. What movie?”

“I don’t care. You pick.”

Jake nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You went into the bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes before going to the bathroom and turning on the water. You spent about half an hour in the shower getting ready, though some of that time was spent sitting on the bottom of the tub just letting the water wash over him.

When you emerged from the bathroom, wearing sweatpants and one of Jake’s sweatshirts, Jake was sitting on the couch, a movie cued up on the TV, lube on the couch cushion next to him. You came over to him and Jake sat up to kiss your forehead.

“Feeling better?”

You shrugged. The shower had helped a little, but it was Jake you wanted and needed more than anything. You reached your hand out and Jake curled his hand around yours, warm and sturdy.

“I’m ready for you, baby,” Jake said softly, and you nodded, smiling warmly at him. You were ready for him, too.

Jake pulled his pants off and got comfortable against the back of the couch. He took the lube and worked his hand over his cock—not to stimulate exactly—and then wiped his hands on the towel he’d laid over the arm of the couch. He put his hand out to you, who pulled your sweatpants off carefully and climbed into Jake’s lap. You lifted yourself up just enough for Jake to position his cock beneath you, you lowered himself down onto him, sighing as you did so. Once fully seated, you leaned back against Jake’s chest and Jake pulled a soft blanket overtop them both. You turned your head to kiss Jake’s jaw.

He wasn’t fully hard, but he didn’t need to be. It felt good like this—warm and cared for. Jake put his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly. You rested your head on Jake’s shoulder and exhaled, letting out the chaos and stress of the day. Jake ran a hand through your hair and tucked the blanket in around them before putting his arm back around your waist.

“You good?”

“Much better now.”

Jake used the TV remote to play the film, and then rested his hand on your lower abdomen. It was comforting.

You both stayed like that for a while, watching the movie and occasionally commenting on it, but your commentary became less and less frequent as the film went on. About thirty minutes in, Jake murmured in your ear that he needed to move a bit to stay hard and you nodded. Jake held you up just a bit and thrusted shallowly a few times, just enough stimulation to keep him hard, before going still again. The thrusting didn’t feel bad, per se—You just didn't want full-on sex right then. You just liked feeling connected to Jake in this way; there was nothing more intimate than cuddling while Jake was inside you, making you warm, full and comfortable.

You were almost through the movie, Jake having had to move a couple more times to stay hard, when Jake realized you had dozed off on his shoulder and missed a good portion of the film. You hadn’t realized you were so tired, but you were, and your eyes were drooping now, your head lolling on Jake’s shoulder.

The movie credits rolled, and Jake turned off the TV with the remote and kissed your cheek, though you were only vaguely aware of it. You felt Jake pull out and shift you around so that you were cradled more securely in Jake’s arms. Jake pushed your face into his chest and closed his eyes against the dim light of the room. You hated falling asleep like this; but you were just so tired, and Jake’s arms were so comfortable.

The world was pitch black behind your eyelids.

Then the sloshing of liquid made your ears twitch, followed by the sensation of being submerged in warm water by strong arms. An unfamiliar fragrant aroma filled your nose, and the sound of fizzing fully awoke you. You were resting your head against the back wall of the tub, warm candlelight glowing across your skin, and a colorful bath bomb swirling near your chest.

"What if I drowned?" you blurted out, meeting Jake's focused eyes as he sat outside the tub, gently running a washcloth over your skin.

He snorted, "That's what I should be complaining about."

Embarrassment heating your cheeks, you sunk deeper into the foamy bathwater, shooting him a sulky look. His dark hair stuck out in tufts, and you noticed where the sticky residue remained on his skin; you both really did a number on each other.

"Don't give me that look. It's the truth," Jake smiled, running his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting what was left of you. 

You splashed water on his face.

He spluttered, shooting you an incredulous look, "That is bath bomb water, woman!"

"Shut up. You're crustier than me anyways," you swiped the washcloth from Jake's grasp and wrung it out. Slowly, you got on your knees and reached over to turn on the showerhead, soaking the cloth in fresh water. 

"I'll just shower after you," he insisted, taking in how water dripped from your bare skin in the most tantalizing way.

You carefully sat back and leaned over the edge of the tub, holding his chin in place as you swiped over the expanse of his face and chest for a couple of minutes until you were satisfied.

Jake was quiet as he watched you, a bit taken aback at the gesture.

"Do you usually do this?" You asked, referring to the aftercare. You'd read about it, never experienced it yourself, though. 

"…No. No, I don't." 

You quirked a brow slightly. 

"No, you just send girls off with your roommate's underwear and call it a day," you stated, scrubbing at his cheek.

Jake's fingers ran along your wrist, "You're not going let me live that down, are you?"

"Nope." Gradually, your gaze fell to his lap, "You're hard again."

Exasperated with himself, Jake ran a hand through his unruly hair and pulled away from you. "I can't help it. Just enjoy your bath."

"If I stay in here any longer, I'll get all pruny, so just use it. I'm gonna rinse off now, then drain the tub anyway," you insisted. 

"Alright." Jake's eyes locked onto you as you stood up and tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear, moving to stand under the showerhead. 

It occurred to you that this was the first time you were completely naked in front of Jake. Hello again, anxiety.

Behind the partially closed shower curtain, you could hear him shimmying out of his clothing. 

Ah, right, this was why you insisted on staying.

Calming your nerves, you inhaled the pleasant scent of the bath bomb but had an irritating hunch as to where Jake had gotten it. You guessed from one of his one-night stands; lazing around in baths wasn't really your thing. 

It hadn't fully dissolved yet, so you gave it a spiteful kick, sending water sloshing. 

"Having fun?"

You met his amused gaze over your shoulder and quickly turned your back to him, "Y-yeah, just give me a sec." 

Thanks to the number of showers you've taken in the past 24 hours, the water bill would undoubtedly be higher than usual. 

You pulled the drain lever, letting the colorful water slowly swirl in a spiral down the drain. Quickly, you pumped a handful of your body soap into your palm and stepped aside to make room for Jake, staring at the tile wall as you began to lather yourself up, feeling his eyes on you.

"…You sure you don't want to just finish up?" 

"It's fine; I'll be quick." 

Jake shrugged and stepped into the shower. When he brushed by you, the urge to take in his full figure was strong, but you refused to look at him at the last second. Even looking him in the eyes was too much at the moment.

After all, you'd never fully seen him nude. You tried really hard not to stare; you really did.

Yet part of you did want to catch a glimpse of him… it was only fair.

When he leaned over to face the wall lined with shower products, you stole your look, and you were far from disappointed. 

Jake, as you knew, was all hard planes with the occasional curve in the right places; he was gorgeous to look at. His chest and abdomen were toned– the athlete put all of the everyday gesture drawing models that come through your studio classes to shame.

There was a reason you didn't stand a chance any time Jake made up his mind to pin you under him. Strength oozed from the physique he so easily hid under hoodies and long sleeve shirts; he was a sweet face with a wicked body.

Your eyes followed a pulsing vein near his love handles, leading down to a light trail of hair at the base of his cock. It stood flushed and hard like it was aching to be touched. 

"You just going to stare?" Jake sent you a heated gaze. 

You were caught.

Just as Jake slid his hand around his cock, you gripped his shoulders and turned him around. He got doused with a spray of water, his tight ass now in clear view of your sight. "I— ah, uh, I…."

Jake's shoulders shook as he giggled at your awkwardness. "What are you acting all shy like a virgin for? You're the one that wanted to stick around even though you knew I had a hard-on."

You bit your lip. Your silence was more telling than any honest response you could've come up with. 

Jake glanced over his shoulder, "Are you…?"

"So what if I am?" The question came out sounding a little more touchy than you intended. 

Something suddenly clicked in Jake's brain. The conditions of your encounters involving much more clothing than he'd typically prefer made sense now. People had different definitions of a virgin, but if you attributed it to not having had penetrative sex, he'd respect that. Although in his mind, he still considered you relatively inexperienced based on his time spent with you.

"There's nothing wrong with that— It just explains a lot, and I don't mean that in a bad way."

Ah, of course, it explains a lot. 

He felt your grip on his shoulders falter. Jake turned around and tugged you under the warm water with him by the wrists.

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Why are you asking–"

"Because you're still here, in the shower, completely nude– with me."

You averted your eyes, "Way to make a girl feel self-conscious."

"Don't know why you feel that way when you're so gorgeous. Not that you need me or anybody else to remind you, beautiful." Jake's eyes bore into yours as he held you close by the waist, letting you feel the girth of his hard cock press between your thighs.

You gasped lightly.

Sometimes Jake missed the mark, and other times he knew exactly what to say. This time around, it was the latter. 

It was a shame you were terrible at receiving compliments, but your shy yet pleased expression had Jake grinning.

"We're wasting so much water right now."

"I think it's okay to spoil ourselves once in a while. We're always so busy..." He gently swiped his thumb against your lip, back and forth.

"How do you like it?" You asked to distract him.

He dragged fingers across your jaw, "… Rough and sloppy, like a certain someone."

Heat flooded your face. "I meant for getting jerked off—"

"I said what I said. But for you—" Jake wrapped his hand around yours and slid your grip along his cock, "Just play around. Do what you think feels right."

Gosh, he's thick.

"You have to tell me what feels good," you insisted. 

"I will," he brushed away your damp locks from your face rather affectionately, "Use both hands."

His cock was lightly veined upon closer inspection, similar to his hands. Beautiful, really. Now you wouldn't be able to keep yourself from always associating the two upon seeing either. 

Not that you were planning on seeing his cock again after this… Right?

"Can't believe you made me come without even touching me," he marveled about earlier. 

"Yeah, how's that supposed to work? I know you don't like me that much; you hate my anti-social guts, after all." You smeared the precum from his slit around his pretty pink head, making his breath hitch. 

You liked the sound of that. Your mouth was beginning to water at the sight of his slight reactions to your touch.

He smirked at you, "Not at all, ___. I think I'd love being in your guts."

"You're such a pervert."

"Mm, says the girl jacking me off. Try going a little faster, baby girl," he urged. 

Warm water cascaded down both your bodies, and it hit you how intimate this situation you'd gotten yourself into was. Things were moving so fast; you were both spinning out of control, and the kicker was that you've been here before.

Something within you was at odds with the deviation in your relationship with Jake. His consistent ploys for your attention and his snide comments concerning Heeseung. His unexpectedly possessive nature and how he's trying to make it up to you after trespassing your boundaries all had you terribly confused.

It all started with the kiss; the moment he let you have your way, everything else snowballed.

It occurred to you that you had a fuck boy bending over backward for you, and you still didn't know why. It's not like you had much to offer him in the realm of sex with your lack of experience, but Jake kept coming back for more. Was that normal for him?

Even though you were roommates, well acquainted with each other's lifestyle, you didn't really know him, not like you thought you did.

There was something you were missing because it just didn't add up in your head. He was clearly incapable of upkeeping a proper relationship with how he lived his life. With the isolated way you lived yours, love was seemingly unattainable.

His twisted actions as of late could arguably be proving otherwise…

However, petty things like manipulating you and desperately striving for your undivided attention at the expense of your trust… that wasn't love. You had learned that the hard way long ago.

Lucky for you this time around, you weren't interested in it– not from Jake.

Jake brought your hands to a stop. His finger that tipped your chin up to look at him drew you out of your thoughts. He looked at you curiously, like he desired to know what was going on in that head of yours. 

"Sorry. I was just thinking, it's too bad we don't have any lube lying right now. I don't want to chafe you."

He pressed his thumb between your lips, "Wanna try using your spit?"

Your brows raised, but you found yourself nodding.

Jake gently guided your head down to his hard cock, "Go for it, baby girl."

You tried to gather the saliva in your mouth before parting your lips, allowing it to drip off your tongue onto the length of his cock in thick strands.  

"Fuck— don't just let it dribble out of your mouth like that," Jake growled. 

Your head shot up in embarrassment, "Why? What if I miss—"

Jake shoved you against the wall, pressing his body against yours. You felt his heavy erection twitch deliciously against your stomach.

"Because it makes me wanna kiss you. Makes me wanna shove my cock down your throat and make a mess of you."

His honesty caused your core to clench in want. 

Jake pressed his forehead against yours, rivulets of water spilling down his features. He wore such a conflicted expression, eyes flitting to your lips.

"Don't kiss me."

Jake blinked and slowly pulled away from you. You hadn't realized those words were coming out of your own mouth.

He quickly turned stoic, just like he had when you cruelly renounced your kiss earlier in the heat of anger. An unsettling feeling churned your stomach.

You felt the need to explain yourself, "We did kiss last night, but I told you I didn't want it to mean anything. Even though you changed your mind and kissed me, I know it was just– it was nothing. Then today happened, but I know that commitments aren't your thing in the first place and if you think kissing can lead to attachment…"

Then I don't want to fall for someone like you.

"I see."

Jake leaned in close, lips ghosting against your ear.

"If that's how it's going to be," His fingers slowly closed around your throat, pulling a startled gasp from you, "Get down on those knees, princess."

His tone was cold as he bit off that last word; Princess. You didn't care for the name. It lacked the warmth and familiarity you'd grown accustomed to from Jake. Like a switch had flipped inside of him. 

It scared you, but it also deeply aroused you.

Knowing what was about to take place, you obeyed, dragging your hands down Jake's waist and his firm thighs to steady yourself as your knees hit the ground. 

"Jake, I—"

"Enough talking; let's put that mouth to good use. Open wide and stick that tongue out for me."

You hesitated for a moment before revealing your tongue to him. Satisfied with your obedience, Jake spat sharply into your mouth, your eyes immediately rolling into the back of your head at the way his thick saliva mingled with yours.

"Yeah, you love that, don't you?" He mocked.

He guided his cock to your lips, letting the head rest against your tongue; your jaw wasn't used to the stretch as you accommodated his size.

"The underside is very, very sensitive…"

Immediately, you began to rub your tongue back and forth, the texture of your tastebuds sliding against his erection and the pearls of his precum. You felt slick trickle down your thighs, nipples aching at the provocative taste of Jake. 

He held back praise, biting down on his lip. 

"Use both hands, and breathe through your nose. Don't swallow your saliva; keep that mouth nice and wet for my cock," he commanded.

You rubbed your thighs together as Jake's hands tangled into your soaked locks, and he began to piston his hips into the tight cavern of your mouth. His thrusting was shallow at first, and you reckoned he was being considerate of your inexperience, but he gradually picked up the pace, his frustration overcoming his regard for you.

When he felt your teeth brush the topside of his length, he stopped to lightly smack your cheek. 

"Wider," he reminded sharply.

His reprimand caused you to adjust your jaw and spread your knees even wider as well, your thoughts turning to mush. 

While bobbing your head and swirling your tongue, your hands worked firmly along his cock, trying to recreate the same pace he demonstrated earlier when you gave him a hand job.

It seemed to work; Jake was panting above you, lips parted and brows furrowed despite his eyes being hooded in ecstasy. His hips stuttered messily at the sight of your lovely lips stretched over his cock.

You were a fast learner. 

He admired how the water caught on your lashes in the prettiest way and spilled down the curves of your breasts and thighs. Jake's hands itched to touch your body, almost wishing he had you grinding down on top of him so you both could pleasure each other with your eager mouths while he gripped at your soft flesh. 

But knowing your knees would be bruised for him only ignited the wild fire he harbored for you.

For everything, you were; inexperienced and callous, yet terribly down to earth and irresistibly charming. Sexy, without even realizing it– adorable, when you opened up to him about the things you were uncertain about, the things he was experienced in. He loved seeing these different sides of you and was desperate to change your one-note perspective of him.

Jake realized he'd been doing a shit job of that, especially now as he fell into his other persona– the side of him that sought to dominate what he couldn't have. Currently, he conducted the only type of situation in which he had a facade of control over you.

Ah, and you were letting him.

You wanted him to ruin you.

The messy sounds of his cock sliding into your throat echoed off the damp tile walls. Time had slipped away from you two in the heat of the moment; you were becoming lightheaded.

"Do you actually think I'll come at this rate?" Jake challenged.

The water blurred your eyesight and made it even more challenging to breathe at a steady pace, but you were determined to make him come. A muffled noise of opposition from your throat vibrated against his leaking erection.

 "C'mon, princess, I don't know if this will cut it. Haven't even heard you gag on my cock yet–"

You cut him off, stuffing him as far down your throat as possible, relaxing your muscles and flattening your tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut, tears spilling down your cheeks at your inability to breathe or talk. Spit bubbling against his shaft, you gagged around him but held deathly still. 

Breathe through your nose, girl. 

Jake groaned loudly as his cock pulsed against the deepest part of your throat, and he nearly lost it when you swallowed, constricting tightly around him. You did it repeatedly, your nails scraping down his thighs in the most delicious manner. Instinctively, you began to knead at his balls, remembering you read somewhere that it felt good.

"That's it— Fuck!" His rough voice sent shivers across your skin, "Show me that tongue–"

He pulled you off his cock and tipped your saliva-coated chin up towards him, his other hand pumping himself furiously in front of your face. You took a deep breath and swept your tongue back and forth against the corners of your mouth in anticipation of his load.

Jake looked so far gone as he struggled to keep his sights trained on you, suddenly bursting across your tongue in thick, creamy spurts. Your first impression of his cum was hot, a little heady like your own, but utterly intoxicating to your senses. 

The way Jake brazenly moaned your name as he came made you want to grind against his leg to relieve the pressure on your throbbing clit. His familiar groans triggered memories of those sleepless nights spent eavesdropping on him and his partners through the thin walls of your bedrooms, but this time around, you didn't need to tune out another's moaning. 

His fist eventually stilled as he squeezed the last drop of milky cum from his slit with a heavy sigh, fingers dripping with his release. This enthralling sight of Jake losing himself to pleasure is what you missed out on when you rode his face.

Jake nearly stumbled, but you pulled his hips forward and slipped his cock back into your mouth to nuzzle your nose into his pelvis despite his whimpers, exactly how he made you suffer. He caressed your hair, caught up in the overwhelming sensations you were inflicting upon him.

"Oh my god— Yes, baby girl, yes—"

He watched you ease off his cock, oh so slowly, lips barely sucking as your tongue left every inch of his sensitive cock coated in saliva and cum. Jake wondered where the hell on earth you learned how to do such a thing. 

You pressed a kiss to his glistening tip and rested your cheek against his thigh, gazing up at him as you did so. 

"Fuck," Jake's voice broke as he leaned over, drawing your face close to his. He was going to kiss you; you could see it in his eyes.

Then Jake stopped, just inches from your lips. You held your breath.

He released you from his grasp.

After rinsing himself off, you remained silent as he exited the shower, leaving you on your knees. Chill air seeped into the steam filled room before the door slammed shut.

The ache in your jaw and body was real. Who knows how long you'd been kneeling there. The pressure in your knees was relieved when you shifted your weight to stand up, leaning against the wall.

You washed Jake's release off your skin along with your own arousal from your thighs, then shut off the shower, not even wanting to think about the utility bill. As you stepped onto the bathmat and wrapped your body in a towel, something on the countertop caught your eye.

Your missing phone lay on the surface; the screen had collected condensation from your and Jake's time spent together. He had hidden it from you this entire time, yet that was far from the most shocking thing out of all that had just happened.

It was the way he looked at you before he nearly kissed you like he was…

You were unable to finish the thought.

Somehow, a hollowness in your chest made itself known.

What have you done?

He stilled immediately, placing a hand on your lower back to steady you before he even knew what was wrong. His touch was grounding, and you felt the sting of guilty, embarrassed tears.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Sweetheart? What is it?”

You fought to get control of yourself, but your head was swimming. “I just... I don’t want to... I want to stop.”

“Okay,” he agreed, without hesitation. “That’s perfectly okay. Do you want to stop everything?”

You nodded, and you squeezed your eyes shut to keep from crying. Your whole body was hot with embarrassment as his other hand moved to gently squeeze your waist.

“Alright,” he soothed breathlessly, obviously fighting against his own desire. “Easy, now. Let me just — ”

He pulled out of you, a quiet groan escaping him, but his attention was completely on you as he smoothed his hand over your hip.

“There we go,” he said softly. You felt him start to lean over you. “Is it ok if I touch you?”

You gave a shaky breath and nodded your assent. He blew a cool stream of air over your back before he leaned down to press gentle kisses to your overwarm skin.

“You’re shaking,” he said, noticing the way your arms trembled in keeping you up. He eased his arm around you, his bracelet brushing against your tummy, and drew you back against him as he sat on his heels.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he soothed. “You’re safe. You’re okay. Everything’s ok.”

He sounded tired too, but the feel of him against your back reminded you that you’d stopped him before he could finish. You swallowed and felt tears streak down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“No, honey,” he said quickly, almost speaking over you. “Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.”

He brushed his fingers through your hair. “Can I put your hair up?” 

He didn’t ask, usually, if it was some kind of innocent affection; both of you expressed love through touch, and your permission was almost always unspoken. His gentle request this time, though, tugged at your heart.

“Yes,” you said, almost a whisper. You tried to steady your breathing as he took the hair tie from his wrist, the one he’d taken from your hair earlier, and retied your hair in a haphazard bun to help you cool off.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said. But these kisses, soft and patient, were just what you needed. 

“Talk to me,” he said after a few minutes. “Tell me what happened. And I expect complete honesty.”

You recognized that tone. He used it in bed, sometimes, but never quite like this; it was comforting in its firmness, its unyielding care for you.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “It’s... I don’t want to...” Your cheeks burned with shame. This had never happened to you before, and you didn’t want Jake to think it reflected poorly on him. You didn’t even really know what had happened.

“I know,” he said, kind and calm. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, sweetheart. And you don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings. I want you to be honest with me. I want to know what happened so we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

You took a deep breath, still trying to settle. “Can I... can we sit so I can see you?”

His head lifted in surprise. “Sure. If you want to.”

Both of you maneuvered until you were sitting facing each other, and as you got comfortable, you realized just how vulnerable both of you were being with each other. You were both completely open to the other, no haze of passion to cover the somewhat frightening aspects of nakedness and vulnerability. All of this was still so new, and though you never for a second doubted that Jake loved you and could be trusted with every piece of you, it still made you a little nervous.

“Talk to me,” he repeated.

You knew his attention was solely on you, but his need was still obvious, and you felt a sudden, apologetic desire to take care of him before you dragged both of you into whatever mess had taken hold of you.

“Let me do you first,” you said, reaching for him.

He grabbed your wrist in a gentle but inflexible grip.

“No,” he said, and it was so direct that you felt a flash of embarrassment. His expression softened as he watched your face.

“Not that I don’t want you to,” he said, easing the sting of his rejection. “But I want to wait until you’re comfortable, until we figure out what happened. I can wait. I want to wait. Please.”

You nodded after a moment, and he released your hand. Your fingers stretched nervously.

“You remember what I said earlier?” he asked.

You didn’t meet his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“That’s right.” He tipped your chin up, and when you hazarded a glance at his face, he was looking at you with nothing but kindness and concern.

“Hey,” he said, gently tugging your hand away when you pressed it to your cheek to hide your blush. “If you need to blush, that’s ok. But we’re still going to talk about this.”

You nodded, mute. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” he asked. You had the feeling that he would patiently sit here with you all night, repeating the same questions until you could answer. That thought made you brave enough to try.

“It was just... a lot,” you admitted. “Too much. I couldn’t...” You blushed again, and he gave you a soft, encouraging smile.

“It’s ok,” he said. “Keep going.”

You bucked up your courage, leaning on his love for you.

“I couldn’t come again,” you said, and the words drew a scalding blush through your whole body. You didn’t exactly know why — it wasn’t like you and Jake hadn’t talked about sex before — but this was different. This was the first time something had gone wrong. He’d been your first, a few months ago, and even that had been almost perfect. It certainly hadn't included a misstep of this magnitude. This was everything glamorous stripped away from sex, leaving only raw openness and honesty.

“I wanted to,” you continued, relentlessly heading towards flat-out babbling now that you’d started. “Sometimes I felt like I could, but it was too much — overwhelming, and sometimes a little painful. Really, it was too good. Before that point, it was absolutely incredible. You made me come so many times that I — I didn’t have anything left to — I mean, you weren’t really hurting me, but I knew you wanted me to come again. And even though I wanted to, I couldn't, and I wanted you to stop because I knew I couldn’t do what you wanted.”

You bit your lip when you finally made yourself stop talking, and you watched Jake’s face for his reaction.

“Sweetheart,” he said gently, remorse and concern coloring his expression. He took a second to think of what he wanted to say, and in the silence, he took your hands in his.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said sincerely. “Thank you for trusting me.”

An apology tumbled out before you could stop it. 

“I didn’t mean to make a huge deal,” you said. “Jake, I’m — ”

“Don’t,” he said, in that same unyielding tone. He squeezed your hands. “Don’t apologize. I don’t want you to apologize again. You hear me?”

You nodded, feeling a rush of love for him. “Yes.”

He relaxed. “Okay. Good.” He raised your hands to his lips. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You did just right telling me to stop, and I’m proud of you for being honest with me. And as for what I want...”

He met your eyes. “What I want is for you to feel good, and to come as many times as you want to. What I want every time we’re together is for you to feel safe and happy, for you to feel pleasure at the things we do, not guilt or discomfort or obligation to do something that doesn’t make you feel good.”

You blushed again, but it was good, this time — he had a way of making you feel completely cherished and loved in everything he did.

“And I want you to be honest with me like that every time, sweetheart,” he said. “No matter what.”

You considered that. “And... you’ll promise to be honest with me too?”

He smiled. “Yes. I promise to be honest with you too.”

He ran his thumbs over your knuckles. “And in the spirit of honesty, I’ll tell you that I was trying to make you come again, but I didn’t realize you were overstimulated.”

Oh. So that’s what it was called. 

“I’ll pay better attention next time,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry I did.”

You gave a cautious smile. “You didn't, really. And you aren’t allowed to apologize either.”

He chuckled, and the sound was comforting and sweet.

“Okay,” he agreed. He kissed your hands again. “Promise you’ll tell me if it gets too much, next time.”

“I will,” you said. 

He gave you a gentle smile. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, tipping your face up towards him. “Please.”

He kissed you gently, soft and slow and tender, and you felt yourself melt completely under him. Though the rawness of your overstimulation had eased, you knew you were done for the night — and happily so, as Jake had given you incredible pleasure and now comforted you like it was his only task in the world.

“Do you want to try again?” he asked against your mouth.

You drew back just enough to see his face. It would be so easy to say yes, to put your comfort to the side and let him take his pleasure from you. But he’d know, and he’d be upset that you had.

Remembering your promise to be honest, you shook your head.

“No,” you said simply.

He smiled. “Good girl.”

You flushed with pleasure. “But... I do want to make you feel good. If you want.”

“You sure?”

You pressed your mouth to his in answer, putting a hand to his chest and pushing just enough to make him lie back against the pillows. You hovered over him, enjoying the novelty of being the one holding the power, at least for now. You kissed all over his body, slowly trailing your kisses lower and lower.

“Baby,” he said, a sweet, needy catch to his voice. “Can I... can I touch you? Please?”

You felt a thrill of affection and pride at him asking for permission, knowing how badly he wanted to put his hands all over you and how eager he still was to make sure you were comfortable.

“Yes, Jakey,” you cooed.

He breathed a moan. “Thank you.” He kept thanking you as he touched you, running his hands over your skin, careful of going too far. He was so sweet and gentle even in his need, and you loved him; you felt you could never truly show him how deeply you loved him. That didn’t stop you from trying, though, and you did your best for him, delighting in his pleasure and the pretty sounds that tumbled from his mouth.

You lay next to him afterward, and he drew you close and praised you for how good you were to him, how sweet and beautiful and lovely you were. 

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said. Such a simple phrase, but it told you everything — how proud he was to love you, how much he admired you, how deeply and ardently he wished for your happiness above anything else.

You brushed his hair behind his ear. “I love you. Thank you for loving me like you do.”

He smiled as he kissed your cheek. “Thank you for letting me.”

You pressed close in return and buried your face in his neck, breathing in his warm, sweet scent.

“You want to know something?” you said.

“Hm?” He brushed his fingers through your hair, gentle and comforting.

You kissed right where his pulse beat steady. “I feel safe with you. Like everything is loved.”

He ran his thumb over the curve of your jaw. “I’m glad, sweetheart. You are safe with me.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

You cuddled close, resting in the safety of that truth as easily as you rested in his arms.

“Oh, Jakey. I love you too.”

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Jake's somehow frees himself from my grip and his hands find their way underneath my shirt and he fiddles with my bra strap before unhooking it completely. He then breaks our kiss to lift my shirt off, taking my bra along with it.

"Look at you. Such a pretty girl. All for me, too. You're all mine aren't you princess?" He asks me as he toys with my nipples a bit.

"Yes. I'm all yours." I say with hitched breath.

"You love me don't you?" Jake asks, massaging my breasts with his whole hand now.

"So, so much." I reply, not even thinking anymore.

"Good, that's good. I love you too, baby." Jake says before making both of us sit up and then latching onto one of my boobs.

I throw my head back in satisfaction, lifting my hands to his hair and tugging on it for something to keep me grounded.

The growl that Jake lets out is extremely loud and powerful, even with my boob muffling it.

I continue running my hands through his hair as he switches to my other breast, sucking and leaving marks until he's satisfied with his work.

When he is, he quickly flips us over; him now hovering over me.

He copies what I did earlier, now looking down at me for a long time.

"Am I ugly or something?" I say, mocking his early actions.

"You are the sexiest person I've ever seen, it's actually insane." He replies breathily.

Jake then pulls his shirt off and begins undoing my pants right after moving quickly with his fingers, desperation clear in his movements.

After he gets my pants off, he practically rips off my underwear. Immediately following that, Jake's face to face with my pussy.

"I missed this. Missed you." Jake says, though we had only been broken up for a couple days this time. I said he was dramatic, didn't I?

I swear I could feel and hear Jake sniffing my vagina before he began to lick stripes up and down my slit.

"I love your smell." Jake pulls away for a split second to say before going back to my pussy.

He kitty licks my clit achingly slow, being a tease per usual.

"Jake, please just eat me out for real." I say, sighing with sexual frustration.

"Good girls know how to wait" He replies, not pulling away from my pussy completely, resulting in his words coming out slightly muffled.

"Weren't you the one who was begging me to "Hurry up and put my tongue in your mouth" earlier." I ask, challenging his authority.

Jake lifts up from my pussy, giving it a harsh slap with his hand, "That's not what a said. Now shut up and let me enjoy my meal", he places another harsh slap onto my pussy before going back down to eat it.

"I was paraphrasing." I say with a smirk, after having a moment of stunned silence.

Jake stops his movements, I can practically feel the annoyance radiating off his body. He slowly lifts up, wiping my juices off his mouth and chin before grabbing me and manhandling me onto the floor, forcing me onto my knees.

"Here I am, trying to do something nice for you; trying to make you feel good. Yet all you do is be a brat and run your mouth. Such a big fucking mouth you've got there, let's put it to better use, yeah?" Jake says to me sternly while angrily undoing his belt.

He pulls his pants and underwear off, revealing his hard cock to me before grabbing the back of my head and forcing his length into my throat.

"Ah yes, your mouth is much more useful like this. No words, stuffed full of cock. It's just perfect."

I choke around his length as he occasionally brings the belt down on my ass, making me jolt forward and take him deeper. His hold on the back of my head never leaving, forcing me to deepthroat all of him.

I try my best to breathe through my nose as I start to get a bit dizzy from the lack of air, tears pooling in my eyes.

"Look at you, all teary eyed, struggling to breathe, literally dizzy on my dick. Adorable." Jake says before pulling me off his cock.

He moves back to the bed, sitting up against the headboard, "Come sit on my cock, princess." He says to me with an intense stare, patting his lap as if it was a chair.

I follow his commands without any hesitation or back talk this time, already seeing the consequences of disobeying him once tonight.

I climb on top of Jake and slowly sink down onto his cock. Both of us throwing our heads back at the feeling of becoming one again.

"You're so warm, baby. Love feeling this pussy wrapped around me." Jake moans out, grabbing onto my hips and guiding me up and down, setting the pace.

I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder as I let him use me like a sex toy; lifting me up and down as if I weighed nothing.

I place little kisses on his neck, later resulting to biting and sucking on it to quiet my moans. My actions in turn, only made Jake's moans louder.

"Fuck baby don't stop doing that." Jake groans out, running one of his hands along my back while the other still fucked me on him.

He's so impossibly deep inside of me, and the deep groans he's letting out are making my clit pulse. With both Jake's hands busy, I decide to reach between us and rub my clit myself.

I pull away from Jake's neck and let out a load moan, reeling from the sensation even though it's nothing new to me.

"Rubbing your little clit, huh, baby? You like that? Feels good?" Jake asks with a sweet tilt in his voice, briefly reminding me of how he'd entered my house earlier today.

"Feels so good, Jake. This and your cock." I reply, trying to move myself up and down on Jake faster, chasing the stimulation.

"You wanna take over, doll?" Jake asks with a chuckle, seeing how needy I've grown.

"Yes, please." I answer quickly.

Jake removes his grip from my waist, sliding his hands down to loosely rest on my hips instead, "Go ahead, hon."

Now given the power to control our pace, I immediately begin bouncing myself on Jake's cock, hard and fast.

At this point, I'm chasing my own orgasm; caring about nothing else but reaching my release.

And Jake can tell, watching me intently with a smile on his face as I desperately rub my clit and use his cock to get myself off, enjoying my selfishness.

"Gonna cum baby? Go ahead a cum all over my cock, sweetie." Jake encourages me, rubbing my hips to relax me.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Jake. Oh, fuck it feels so good." I scream out as the pit in my stomach gets deeper and deeper.

And then it happens. My orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks and all of a sudden I'm vibrating on Jake's lap like an electric massager, unable to sit still.

As I squirm above him, Jake fondles his balls a bit, rolling them around while my pussy was still harshly clenching him. He takes his other hand off my hip and brings it to his throat, choking himself tightly.

He bucks his hips up into me from below while he pleasures himself in other spots. I, who is still experiencing intense aftershocks from my orgasm am little help to him right now. Still, I use whatever energy I have left to toy with his nipples, one at a time since I'm still using one of my hands to steady myself.

"You like that baby? Are you gonna cum for me, Jakey?" I ask him as he whimpers at how our roles have reversed and I'm now the one leading him to his orgasm.

"Cum for me like a good boy, okay? I'd love it if my good boy would cum inside me." I tell him, leaning in to softly kiss his lips.

"Yeah?" He asks breathlessly, eyes becoming glossy again.

"Yeah baby. It'd make me so happy." I say with a smile.

As I begin to recover from my orgasm and regain my energy, I start to bounce on Jake once again, hoping to help him reach that blissful place as well.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum inside, Y/n." He whispers, letting out a long, strained whine afterwards.

"Do it baby, fill me up with your load."

I watch as his grip on his own neck tightens, his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he thrashes upwards into me one last time before he reaches heaven.

He freezes for a moment, unable to move because of everything happening to his body at the moment.

He shakes a squirms around after his body relaxes again, every little movement triggering some thing inside him.

I can feel his sperm swirling around in me, never feeling so full in my whole life.

"I love you." Jake says clearly, his hand now away from his throat, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." He says, all of his declarations running together.

"I love you too, Jake." I say with a smile, grabbing his face softly and giving him a little kiss.

"Never leave me, okay? I need you. Promise me you'll never leave." A desperate look clear in Jake's eyes as he begs to me.

"I promise." I reply without hesitation.

Even if it's not true.

Even if we break up again tomorrow.

Tonight I mean it, and that's all that matters right now.