#jacob thoughts

cute<3 love brats tbh lol

usually soft dom!jacob who rly tries his hardest to tame u most days, who’s never truly mean mean with u until u rly push his buttons and drive him up the wall

most days that u act up, ur punishments are nothing short of sweet, more of a ‘look what u can get if ur good’ than anything actually punishing.

but days ur just not listening, days ur just pushing him too far— his patience has worn paper thin uh oh!!!! ><

manhandling u over his lap, and u barely get the time to actually process or react before ur pants r wrestled from ur legs and a hand comes down on ur ass in a mean smack!

he’ll just briefly soothe over the skin with rough palms before he repeats it and coldly asks a: ‘is this what you wanted? for me to treat you like a slut? is that all you really are?’

u don’t even get to respond, crying out as he shoves ur head back down so ur facing the floor, might even gag u with his fingers just to get u to shut up

another slap lands on ur ass, harder than the last

oh man.

he’s got a big hand on the back of your hand, the other moving your hair away from your face.

you’re so sloppy with every bob of your head, saliva falling messily out the corners of your mouth. but the way he groans lewdly as you practically drool over his cock is enough to encourage you to not be embarrassed about it.

he watches with heavy eyes as you suck him off eagerly, lets his hips fuck upwards occasionally just to get it out of his system and perhaps make you gag.

“want to fuck your pretty little mouth. such a good little toy for me, hm?”

it’s so unlike him, the cold demeanour, but that’s what it makes it all the more attractive. his fingers tear at your hair meanly. you look at him with big glossy eyes, glancing at how disheveled he really is. he’s sweaty, mainly from his game, but now adding to it with the exertion of using you to get off. his shirt clings to him, soaked through and allowing you to see every ridge of his body where the fabric sticks.

you whimper around him, and his throat hitches on a breath accompanied by a dry swallow and a bite to his lower lip. your eyes fall on the sight of his mouth.

you really hope he’ll allow you to kiss him after. and you suppose he will easily indulge with how good you’re being to him.

“you’re incredible.” he tells you, dopey and blissful smile making your thighs clench nonetheless.

he would try so hard. his inner dialogue:

“dude, no. stop looking at her boobs.”

“god, she’s hot — wait no. that’s not what this is about.”

“how can she bend like that??”

“i’m looking respectfully, i’m looking respectfully, i’m — looking so disrespectfully, fuck.”

out loud, through gritted teeth and mid-squirm:

“you’re doing so well, beautiful. i can tell you’ve been working hard on this… thank you for showing me.”

internally:

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