#saltburn

“m’sorry,” he huffed in amusement, wriggling his socked feet in your lap just so you’d look over at him—cutely annoyed or not, “all this time and you still won’t let me have my hobbies. bit harsh.”

he watched you have to bite back a smile despite his disruption to your reading, and he could see on your shy face that the thought of him, considering taking photos of you, a hobby, made you flush because he took photos of everything he wanted to remember. he’d noticed you were always quiet in your admiration of him, doing things for him without announcing it. it was the same for him, he thought, how naturally he fell into creating spaces for the two of you that he hoped brought you comfort. it was something he admired—the quiet calm you possessed against the chaos his life had become. and he made no mistake to tell you how much he craved your calm when he had to be away from you, his thumb on the call button beneath your contact any chance he’d get on press tours or in less crowded spaces of premieres. calling over texting something he preferred with just you.

when you shook your head and turned back to the book in your hands, jacob couldn’t help but distract you—clearly too busy in his admiration to accommodate the concentration you could barely have around him. he sighed, moving his feet from your lap abruptly and immediately moved his tall form closer, one hand reaching for your knee and the other tucked between you both on the soft couch. he somehow made his body seem smaller, long limbs curled up to be beside you. he inhaled your scent as he nuzzled his head against your shoulder and he knew he’d won—albeit against your will—when you dog-eared whatever page you were on and tossed the novel aside. his dark hair tickled the exposed skin of your shoulder and you could feel his lips press a kiss there, so soft you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t so acutely aware of every action jacob did.

“you can read when i’m gone,” he mumbled before raising his head to meet your gaze, a smirk on his lips, “right?”

you furrowed your brows at him, displeased at the reminder that you had to be apart soon and he grinned when he noticed.

“oh?” he mused, blinking at you through long lashes, when you didn’t speak, “y’know you could just come with. ya just have to ask, love.”

he watched your pretty eyes move from his gap-toothed grin to his own eyes, a frown on your lips as you groaned at him before suddenly reaching up with your hand and pulling some of the dark hair that had fallen on his forehead up, “don’t do that.”

“do what exactly?” he grinned, brown eyes knowing and fingers tracing a pattern against your knee now, shaking your gentle grip of his shaggy hair off, “i always have to ask. just in case.”

“no, you dont,” you protested, voice that whiny tone he liked even if another man would find it infuriating, “just trying to save your reputation as a serious actor.”

“first off,” he started, moving his body to cage you against the end of the couch, 6’5 frame and weight still somehow giving you the option to move if you wished, “don’t try to act like you’re doing me a favor, love.” he was still smiling as he moved his face closer, moving his hand from your knee to your cheek, like it was second nature to want to feel your flushed skin beneath his fingertips. “second off,” he spoke again, deep voice softening as the tip of his nose moved against your own when he lowered his head to your level, “i’d adore having you beside me every second an’ y’know it. you do belong, that’s just your head telling you otherwise.”

he said it like a simple fact and he knew you couldn’t deny it. you’d been shy and unsure of yourself from the moment he’d shown interest in you so long ago. jacob understood you though, not minding your homebody ways or how you preferred being alone, never the one for attention. he was sweet like that, not one to complain considering he found you utterly perfect. unfortunately, for you both, jacob’s whole life was under a microscope constantly.

he watched the way your lashes fluttered, pupils seeming to track his closeness. his mouth stayed hovered near yours, breathing you in again. his other hand slipped from where it was tucked between you both on the couch, fingers grazing up your side through your shirt—a soft touch that was comforting and coaxing all at the same time as he waited for your response and prayed it wouldn’t be self deprecating.

“i don’t know,” you finally answered in a sigh, closing your eyes for a beat. he pressed his forehead to your own in response, fingertips still on your cheek before he spoke.

“i know why y’nervous,” he whispered, deep voice lower just for you even if there was no one around, “all the people, being watched. it’s a lot, isn’t it?”

you listened intently, nodding slightly in agreement, your eyes were still closed and your forehead pressed to his own. your hand drifted from beneath you, your palm finding its way across the two of you and to his knee, the touch grounding in the close but safe proximity.

jacob titled his head slightly, breath against your own as his fingertips moved to gently trace your jaw, just enough for you to feel it. “you wouldn’t deal with anyone y’didn’t want to,” he murmured, a gentle insistence in his voice. your chest tightened suddenly. “i’d…i’d take care of it all.”

your fingers press into the denim covering his knee a bit more, as if you were silently asking for him to continue. so he did.

“you’d be with me,” he whispered again, nose bumping your own again, his fingertips moving from your jaw to your chin, lifting it slightly as your eyes finally fluttered open to meet his.“never alone,” he continued, breath warm against your lips, so close but not enough to touch yet, “i’d make sure of it…i promise.”

you swallowed. “i don’t know if it—” your voice faltered, hand still on his knee as your eyes darted from his own, fingers moving against the denim of his jeans.

“you’d tell me if… if it was too much, yeah?” his fingers lingered beneath your chin, titling your face to his. he waited, nodding slightly, letting you decide before he spoke again, “then we’d leave. no matter where we were or…who was around.”

your breath hitched, fingers flexing against his knee once more. jacob’s brown eyes were earnest and gentle all at once, his touch on your chin tracing down to your jaw and then to the side of your neck, your pulse moving beneath his fingertips. “i’d take care of you,” he spoke again, voice low and a tad breathy as you seemed to melt from the feel of him against you, “every second. only what you want. what you need.”

every word felt like a promise from him. heavy with certainty but never demanding. and then his head moved, face leaning forward to where his fingertips were against your neck, his breath tickling your throat as he continued. “you’d trust me to look after you, yeah?” he asked in a murmur, lips just barely against your skin as you swallowed.

your eyes were squeezed shut, a hurried breath leaving your mouth as jacob moved his lips along your throat—not fully there, not insistent, but like an option. patient. a decision solely for you to make. you nodded silently, knowing if you tried to verbalize your agreement, it would come out a whimper. his mouth moved just beneath your ear after your nod, his hand gently moving soft strands of your hair out of the way, sending a shiver through you when he rested his hand right at the base of your neck. sturdy but gentle. holding you but never forcing you still.

warmth spread across your limbs and he finally pressed a few slow kisses to your skin. you could still feel the weight of him pressed against you—tall, long, protective. jacob let out a low hum of satisfaction, gently guiding you closer against him. your body instinctively opened to the contact, your breath quick and uneven. when he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, fingers tracing light circles on the back of your neck, you noticed a small smile on his lips. his eyes were hooded, corners of his lips upturned as he took you in—your reaction clear as day to what he’d said and how he moved.

“that’s it,” he whispered, his other hand moving lower on your side, fingertips just barely pressing into your hip, “i take care of you an’ you…you just let me, right? what y’need…s’my responsibility.”

his hand moved from the back of your neck, his eyes focused on the way your lips parted to make way for your quick breaths. anticipation thrummed through you. his touch was warm and steadying as he ran his palms down your arms, thumbs rubbing against your bicep then to where he held your forearm. finally, he reach your side, slowly coaxing you out of your sitting position to lay beneath him. you obliged, obviously, a jolt of pleasure running through you when he moved his hand lower to your upper thigh, deliberately pushing your legs further open so his tall form could be between them.

“yes,” you managed to whisper in response—to what exactly was left to be determined; his hope you’d come with him, his words about taking care of you, or maybe the way his fingertips just barely traced your inner thigh between your bodies.

jacob nodded, eyes darker as he flickered his gaze to where his fingertips were tickling the skin beneath one of the hems of your shorts and back up to your face, a look of desire on your features. “you’d stay with me,” he affirmed, eyes holding yours as his fingers went higher beneath the leg of your shorts, “wouldn’t ever leave you alone.”

he moved his head down to yours, holding his body up with one arm, his fingers dipping into the couch cushions between your body and the back of the soft surface. your knees pressed closer instinctively, a reaction to his warmth and the feeling of his body just barely against you from above—he made sure his weight didn’t crush you completely as his lips brushed your own. you could feel his lean body now between where your legs caged him and jacob couldn’t help but move his hand from your thigh to your arm, slowly pulling it to wrap around his shoulder and neck.

“mm. so perfect like this,” he mused against your lips, finally moving his other arm above your head as he softly pressed his weight onto you, successfully making you both sink further against the plush couch, “all mine, yeah? every bit of you.”

you could barely take it—the closeness, his reassurance, the way he felt against you. before you could stop it, you were moaning into his kiss, your fingers gripping his shoulder and trying to pull him even closer. even offering more as your mouth parted slightly. jacob hummed against your lips, lifting his head up then from your hurried movements as the hand beside your head moved to rub his thumb across your heated face.

“there it is,” he purred, his lips hovering as you panted beneath him. you tugged at his shoulder again, not wanting to slow down and wait for another kiss. jacob exhaled, his other hand holding your hip against the couch but not pushing, the action just enough to carefully still you as he whispered, “easy…i know. i know, love. y’want me that badly?”

you nodded, legs flexing slightly around his body as your heavy, quick breaths filled the space between you. you could feel the ache building between your thighs, the rush of heat pooling there too much for you to ignore. so you used your magic word, the one you knew jacob adored hearing fall from your lips in moments like this. “please,” you breathed out, the ending of the sound almost a groan as you squirmed beneath his lean body, “p-please.”

jacobs brown eyes searched your own after that, his thumb still rubbing against your temple with one hand and his fingertips on the other hand pressed a bit more into the skin of your hip, the muscles of his neck tensing. “y’want me to take care of you right now?” he asked, his words a bit more breathless than intended. he couldn’t help it though, jacob simply loved seeing you like this—body trembling beneath him, eyes looking up at him full of want, knowing it was just for him.

you nodded desperately against the arm rest of the couch beneath your head, already feeling jacob’s fingers moving from your hip downward. jacob’s eyes held your own as your chest rose and fell with every fast breath, your fingers anxiously toying with the short, dark strands of hair that curled around his neck. as soon as you felt his fingers trail higher beneath your shorts, your breath broke, jacob taking the opportunity to press his lips to your own and taste your eager whine.

it was all the permission he needed, feeling all the wetness that coated your inner thigh as his touch went higher, able to feel the way your skin twitched for more beneath his slow movement. he lifted his head to look down at you, brown eyes narrowing on your own as they flickered from your parted lips to the glossiness of desire in your gaze. “shhh,” he whispered, the thumb of his other hand rubbing your forehead as his fingers stilled against your heat, “m’ right here, love. not…not leaving. i know. breathe with me, yeah? deep breaths. slow. slooow. good.”

your legs shook where they were around his body as you tried to mimic his breaths, a searing desire coursing through you from the sound of his voice and you had to hold yourself back from bucking against his hand, trying your best to stay still for him as he continued. “i’ve got you,” he assured, voice low and grounding while you burned for more of his touch. jacob could feel the heat coming from your skin, could imagine how swollen you were, the way you were aching, all the desire that was seeping from your depth. he nodded again, silently praising you for patience like he always did. suddenly, the pad of his thumb moved to press against your throbbing clit, not moving. “right there?” he asked, watching a shudder move through you as your brows knitted together with pleasure. a small whine left your lips again from the contact, muscles tensing as you anticipated more.

your eyes were glued to him as he started the maddening circles against your clit, the muscles in your legs twitching around his body. jacob licked his lip as he kept moving his thumb against you, watching every reaction cross your face before his head was dipping down. your cheek was hot against his own as his lips reach your ear, his deep voice a soft mumble against your skin and only making your grip on his hair tighter. “that what y’need? right there? christ—you’re so pretty f’me right now,” he breathed against your ear, a shiver through you contrasting from the heat building between your thighs as he ever so slightly sped up his movements, “that’s it…mhm. s’good, isn’t it? told you i’d take care of ya. always do, don’t i?”

your own response was a loud, guttural moan, your toes curling and other hand moving up to grab at his shoulder as every muscle tensed. jacob smiled against your cheek and he couldn’t help but stop for a moment just to run his slender forefinger through your wetness. it forced a gasp out of your lungs, hips bucking up for more as he gently spread your desire across you with entirely too much reverence for your liking, your body needy and impatient for his slow, careful actions. a sound escaped his own mouth then, right into your ear—a cross between a whine and groan and it nearly undid you completely. “feel that, love?” he breathlessly whispered, his forehead pressing a bit harder into the side of your head as his fingers seemed to dance across your very slick heat, “feel…feel how much you like the idea? mhm? how fuckin’ soaked y’are for me? how…how good it feels to be taken care of? so lovely. there y’go, just feel it.”

your turned your head slightly, chasing his mouth as his fingers moved against you, dragging your slick to the bundle of nerves that had you jolting with pleasure. jacob kissed you then, hot and wet as he let you devour his mouth. he groaned against your lips, finding your needy demeanor irresistible as your hips bucked. you chased his fingers, the sound of your desire between your bodies. you were dripping for him, his movements quicker before you felt him tease your entrance. jacob groaned again, the tip of his finger tracing your hole as you licked at the seam of his lips.

“need it, don’t ya, love?” he mused, deep voice cracking slightly as you whined for him, finding it hard to keep still when all you wanted was his fingers inside you. he twisted his hand, the tip of his middle finger just barely twitching at the entrance of your depth and a broken sound left you. “mmm,” he breathed, his dark eyes focused on your lips as pants left you, his hot skin against your own every time your head moved, “y’making such a mess. aren’t you?”

he twitched his finger again, moving barely inside you and retreating, your whines were more like pleading now as your nails dug into his shoulder through his shirt. “want this?” he asked, tone so gentle it made your back arch off the plush couch and further against him as he dipped the tip of his finger inside, “hm? that what y’need? tell me, lovely. come on…tell me and i’ll take care of you. shhh, jus’ breathe. yes. come on. tell me?”

“yes,” you pleaded, eyes glued to his own as your lashes fluttered and your legs flexed around him with every twitch of his finger, “yesyesyes. please. p-please!”

“so good,” he mumbled, finally pushing his finger inside, achingly slow, “that’s right. fu—fuck. you’re clenching, love. jus’ relax. there you go. take it. taaake it. relax f’me.”

and you did.

your moan was deep and guttural once his finger entered you completely. jacob’s lips were parted, heavy breaths against the skin of your flushed cheek and he groaned with you, voice breaking from the feeling of your wet, warm, spongy walls around his middle finger. he slid in and out slowly with zero friction, deliciously taking his time and silently reveling in your neediness. he knew you wanted more, always in a rush despite your typical patience in daily life; these were the kind of moments where he enjoyed taking the lead and grounding you. he never took advantage of his control—just insisted you turn off your mind and let him show you his care. internally, it made him proud of himself to know you trusted him so completely, his chest burning with his adoration for you.

jacob pressed soft kisses to the side of your face when he quickened the pace of his finger, your body writhing beneath his own. his own jeans were tight with his desire for you, but he ignored it easily—you were his main focus. of course he longed to be inside you himself, his toned stomach tightening at the thought. but he refrained, enthralled by the way you sucked his finger in and shivered with every brush of his lips as your muscles tightened.

your whines were becoming louder, heavy breaths and his name escaping you as his finger pumped in and out faster. it was a contrast to the gentle way he was brushing his mouth across your face, his free hand still by your head and fingers rubbing at the top of your hair soothingly. jacob surrounded you. his care, touch, smell, the weight of him on top of you—you seemed to drown in it all, and did so happily.

two fingers worked you now and you could feel the muscles in your stomach tensing, your toes curling as your legs threatened to squirm where they wrapped around his body. jacob’s voice only made it harder for you, every ounce of pleasure threatening to make your body thrash around out of pure stimulation. but he steadied you, relaxed you even when his voice broke and breathy groans of his own split sentences of admiration.

his fingers curled inside you suddenly, a very loud whine that could’ve been mistaken for a scream coming past your lips as he moved against the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. “it’s there isn’t it?” he breathed against your ear, a press of his lips beneath it as he continued, your whines confirming his assessment. he knew anyways, always did. his long, slender fingers seemed to find every spot inside you that made you break easily. he gently twitched his fingertips against the spot, air leaving your lungs.

“i know…i know, sweetheart. shhhh. shh. feels so fuckin’ good, yeah? sooo good. gunna…gunna keep going. don’t worry. going to keep making ya feel good an’ take care of you. won’t—fuck—won’t stop.”

you were reaching a breaking point, the curl of his fingers inside you too much to bare as you cried his name. your whole body was shaking beneath him, every movement forcing your thighs tighter around his torso from above. “i-i can’t!” you cried, about to snap as your heat tightened around his fingers, both hands now gripping his shoulders as you fought to keep still.

“i know,” he murmured, raising his head to watch the way your eyes squeezed shut as you fought back screams, “you can take it. shhh, you can take it. just a bit more. hold on for a bit more, love. fuck—love you. it’s right…right there, i know. mmm. i’ve got you. got you. m’right here.”

your teeth clenched, the hold you had on his shoulders impossibly tight as you fought against your release—trying to listen to his softened, deep voice. jacob groaned again, getting off on the way you listened to him. the way you trusted him. he moved his fingers faster, expertly rubbing against your spot between pumping out of your depth. it was a dizzying combination, making you curse and tense as you tried to keep it together.

jacob could feel how tense you’d become beneath him, even noticing how you seemed to hold your breath—so close to just falling apart. but you waited for his word. waited for his soft permission and he couldn’t deny you any longer. he groaned again, almost a whine, against your lips before he spoke:

“y’so good for me. sososo good. relax f’me and let go. let me see you let go. i’ve got you. let go. that’s—mmm—that’s it. that’s it. shhhh, let go f’me. fuckin’ gorgeous. so fuckin’ beautiful.”

your release was earth shattering, taking over you as he continued the movements of his fingers and drew it out. jacob groaned with you, unable to stop himself from swallowing a few of your pleasurable moans for himself as his mouth found yours. your whole body twitched and tensed. you saw stars and his voice was the only thing that kept you grounded.

when you came back to, his fingers were no longer inside you. he drew some of your release to your clit and gently rubbed, bringing you back as he kissed all over your face and jaw.

a small whine left you and he stopped his movements, your heavy breaths mingling with his own as he pulled his hand from your shorts and brought it up to caress your reddened face. the look on his handsome face made your chest burn, sharp features full of reverence and warmth. you caught your breath and blinked up at him with dilated pupils, one of your own hands moving from his shoulder to press against his cheek.

“still with me?” he asked in a whisper, thumb brushing beneath your eye. you nodded and a small, gentle smile graced his lips, his gaze hooded as he leaned down to peck the tip of your nose. “need anything?” he asked, taking in your softening breaths as you traced his jaw with your fingertips.

you shook your head, body lax beneath his own as tiredness took over. “hold me?”

jacob nodded sweetly, adjusting his tall form behind you and trying his best to sink himself as far as he could against the cushions behind him, wanting to give you all the room you needed despite his height. you turned your body towards his own, face moving to nuzzle against the crook of his neck as he held you tightly to him, the sound of his breathing relaxing you more than anything else ever did. you pressed a kiss against his hot skin, holding onto him tighter before you whispered, “i’ll come with you…”

jacob answered immediately, a bit of a smug grin in his voice, “i know.”

you huffed, body shaking with laughter against him before he spoke again, a sigh leaving his lips as he tightened his hold around your waist:

“already got it properly arranged.”

hope you enjoyed <33 this was actually so fun despite my nervousness to write for him as himself lol it’s hard to capture his essence but i think it’s alright. aaaaa i love him ok bye!!

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