jakeforsakeher

[jakeforsakeher]

my beautiful wife

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[jakeforsakeher]

anyways…

[jakeforsakeher]

this genre of photo/video will be the death of me.

[jakeforsakeher]

The Weight

Inspired by the song “The Weight” by Amber Run

Jake x Reader // Word Count: ~3k

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ readers only.  Soft, sweet morning sex with Jake.  Unprotected sex (please be safe when engaging in all sexual activities), mild discomfort due to penetrative sex.

A light wash of gray moonlight splashed in through the parted curtains and cast a hue of white silver on the soft curves of her body.  The state of rest and vulnerability about her was for no one to see other than God himself - an angel fallen from heaven nestled tenderly in the arms of a man forgone of any divine status.  She stirred only a little when Jake cracked his eyes open, breaking the seal of sleep about him.

The soft patter of rain falling from the trusses onto the window panes would be enough to lull him back into his slumber if he were alone, but the tender presence of her kept him awake.  He moved only to allow the blood to flow back into his right arm, his left wrapped safely around her waist; hand pressed to the soft bare skin of her stomach.  A quiet sigh passed her parted lips and she wriggled herself deeper into the crook of his hold.  He felt the warmth from her body radiate into the palm of his hand and - for a fleeting moment - he was convinced he was holding the sun. 

A lifetime of bliss flashed through Jake’s mind.  If he could choose to be willfully enraptured by the woman in his arms for all eternity he would give up every one of life’s most tempting pleasures. 

And I wake up early

To watch you as you wake

He wanted to stop the universe in its motion forward in time and suspend it in thin air in their shared bedroom.  He wanted to commit the image of her in this way to memory for the rest of his Earth side existence.  The way the dust particles danced carefully around the glowing edges of her slightest points.  The way her hair laid gently at her shoulders.  The way the pulse of her heart beat in perfect rhythm with his own, his chest flush against her back.

It all felt primal - the urge to protect her and cherish her, hazing his mind with a mist of instinctual desire and lust.  He mindlessly traced his fingers up her abdomen, outlining her ribs, the swell of her breast, the soft expanse of her sternum, the junction between her neck and her collarbone.  She was as delicate as silk - as addicting as heroin.

Jake dipped his head down, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear, even breath fanning hot over her.  She responded languidly to him, rolling gently along the waves of sleep.  He knew she would awake very soon, her eyelids fluttering and her eyebrows knit together creasing her otherwise perfect complexion.

“My love.”

The words were spoken as a coaxing command - a guiding light to bring her to consciousness.

And open your eyes

To the sound of the rain

“Jake?”

The musical timbre of her voice sent a flurry of goosebumps across his sun baked skin, the little hairs standing up on end.  She rolled over carefully, reaching up to wipe the fog away with the back of her hand.

“Good morning, angel,” he rasped, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.  Although it was hardly morning, the clock on the nightstand read a quarter after five.  But there was nowhere to be besides there and, even if there was a pressing commitment, Jake selfishly craved the hour before dawn to be with her.

She hummed in contentment, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.  Jake noticed the faintest pink blush dance across her cheeks - watercolor in hue and strawberry sweet.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

Her heart burst into a million little butterflies that flushed through her veins at his praise.

A swelled rumble of thunder sounded off in the distance.  Instinctually, she moved her head into the curtained space between his hair and his neck, her arms grasping timidly at the broadness of his shoulders.  She wasn’t scared of anything when she was with Jake.  Everything about him felt like home, no matter what corner of the world they found themselves in.  

He smelled like home - charcoaled wood from the fireplace, honey amber body wash she bought him years ago that he never stopped repurchasing, mist that settled around the pine trees next to the house.  He sounded like home - a Jerry Lee Lewis record playing in the study, bare feet shuffling across the floor, his twangy old acoustic guitar his Dad gave him when he was five.  He felt like home - his grandmother’s old quilt that was slightly scratchy against the skin, but warm and safe wrapped around her, the wooden porch swing rocking with her smoothly that he built just for her the summer they moved in so she could read in the sunlight, his worn denim jacket that he swore he would never get rid of no matter how many holes were in it.

Jake pulled away just enough to resume kissing along her forehead, then on the highest point of her cheek before detouring to pop a surprise peck on the tip of her nose which elicited a giggle a little too shrill for the calmness of the atmosphere.  He didn’t truly care though.  Her laugh was his favorite sound in the world above any music that was ever borne from himself.

“Shh, let me love on you now.”

He hushed her with no real conviction though she quieted herself regardless. 

‘Cause I don’t want money

And I don’t want God

I just wanna live under

The weight of your love

“You always love on me, Jake,” she quipped, her voice nearly a whisper, as she allowed him to overtake her, falling back into the warm pillows.

Jake hummed in agreement and continued his swaddled descent along her body, the sheets moving fluidly against their skin.  He felt high off of the way she reacted to him.

“You are my muse,” he rasped against the delicate ridge of her hip bone.  “You are like heaven on Earth but it feels sinful to have you all to myself, right here.”

A moan escaped her at his praise and worship.  She could feel him everywhere - his large hands holding her to the Earth, his scruff scratching red against her, his arousal pressing firm against her thigh.  Jake nipped playfully at her right breast, teeth pressing into the soft expanse of her skin.  She sighed in pleasured content, allowing him to take what he needed and give what she deserved.

“Gonna go slow, baby.  Wanna feel you everywhere.”  He spoke it like a sacred promise against the hollow of her throat.  Buzzing with electricity, her mind and body matched the frequency of his as he moved between her parting legs.

She whined his name, high on the velvet feel of his hands preparing her for entry.  Jake pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and furrowed his brow as he gently worked her apart, fingers running deftly through her folds.  Out of the hundreds of times he learned her body, there were always small facets of knowledge to be gained.  The way her thigh twitched against his hip, the fluidity of her arousal coating his palm, the sweet chiming innocence in her whimpers under his guidance.

Jake led her on a journey with no true destination in sight.  It was meant to be felt, not finished.  It was meant to be savored, not devoured.

She simply lay beneath him, the weight of his love spreading quickly through her.  She was not concerned with pleasantries or showboating but simply rolled with the tide of pleasure he pulled her along.  Her hands fluttered loosely around her ribcage, fingertips tracing swirls much like the swirls Jake drew across her aching clit.  Through hooded eyes, she gazed down at him only to find his searing gaze burning back into her.  He felt her contract around nothing.

“Hold me while I cum,” she whispered to him.  Jake knew exactly what she meant.  It wasn’t out of a demanding sort of neediness, it was strictly borne from the innate, natural need to feel grounded and secure under his control.  She trusted him to lead her even when she wasn’t fully about herself.

Jake splayed out an up facing palm against the flesh protecting her womb for her to slot her desperate hand into.  His heart thrummed wildly in his chest as she writhed against the sheets, her body tumbling quickly over its peak.  He mimicked the circular shape of her lips as she came, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sight of him unraveling her.  A groan shamelessly climbed its way out of his throat as he witnessed her chest heave, labored breaths causing her breasts to bounce, her nipples hardening pointedly.  Jake leaned over her body to attach his mouth to her left, suckling the puckered pearl until his dick pounded in painful arousal.

And I’d rather go blind

And let my body go numb

Then to lose you

Or the weight of your love

“Y/N…”  Jake beckoned gently.  As she fought away the haze in her mind, he carefully removed his fingers from her sensitive center, allowing her time to rest.  He nuzzled his cheek into the crook of her shoulder, pressing hungry kisses anywhere his mouth touched.  She breathed a small sigh at the weight of him pressing against her front.  The contact alone began to rapidly reignite the fire in her belly.

“Jacob, I need you.”

Jake halted his assault on her collarbone, propping himself on his forearms to study her features.  At first, he was confused.  She had him, what more was there to desire?  What more was there to need from him?  What left did he possess that he could give her, fully, unabashedly?

“You have me, all of me.  I’m here.”

In the depths of his mind he knew.  It was what he sought most, yet would only give to her upon full certainty that she was willing to receive.  They were only made complete when wholly a part of each other.

She struggled with the inkling of doubt in her mind that she had asked for too much.  That she was taking without abandon.  A shame laden whine fell from her timidly as she willed with her eyes the intensity of her need.  Jake had her right where he wanted her.

“Shh, I need it too,”  he cooed reassuringly.  “I crave you deeply,”  he soothed her frantic thoughts.  “I- fuck…”

Jake was beginning to falter.  The build up blinding.  The pressure boiling to the surface threatening to burst at any moment.

He drew in a hissing breath as he made contact with her slick core.  The heaviness of him there reminded her of what was to follow.  Rolling her hips, she readied herself for him, grasping onto his broad shoulders for some semblance of tangible purchase.

Jake kept to his promise that it would be slow.  He pressed in tortuously languid, the size of him stretching her in the most familiar way.  As tears formed at the corners of her eyes upon burying himself to the hilt, he stilled, allowing the ecstatic pleasure its cue to take over.  Her lungs burned from the air she breathed, her muscles tightly wound and cocked to spring.

“Easy baby love, relax now,”  Jake encouraged her to vanquish her tension but a small part of him longed to follow his own advice.  Seeing her underneath him in such a way fed hungrily into the innate need to act on animalistic instinct. But he refrained for the time being as her moans bordered cries of pain.  “Are you hurting?”

She fought away the urge to be dishonest.  “A little, just be still, please Jake?”  Her voice pitched up two octaves cut into his ears like blades.  The last thing he wanted was their intimacy to garner pain.  The notion of it being caused by his own doing was unimaginable.  Jake cradled her head in his hand, pulling it gently aside to shower her cheekbone with feather light kisses.  He wanted her to know there was no hurry.  There was no rush to an end.  This was the feeling.

Eventually the sharp sting subsided into a dull radiating ache.  “Jacob…” she moaned, his full name beseeching her trembling lips once again.  Jake felt her pulling him in even deeper, his body shuddering forward.

“Y/N, I won’t hold on long in this way,”  he scrunched his eyes closed, sweat beading down the bridge of his nose.  She moved her hands to his abdomen feeling him flex out of restraint.  The silver chains around his neck dangled hypnotically in front of her, glistening in the moonlight.

“It’s okay, Jake,”  she encouraged him to begin his rhythmic pace, one that was sinfully delicious to taste.  “Take me there.”

Every movement, every sound, every push and pull, ebb and flow wrote the script of their own unique kind of love.  Nothing truly did exist outside of that bedroom.  The thunder and rain, the darkness before dawn, the moon hanging in her rightful place amongst the stars.  None of it was real.  To lose that feeling would be worse than death itself.  To chase it was a privilege that only life could offer.

The scent of his skin reeked of leftover cologne and sex.  A scent she committed to memory as his hair billowed around her face, encompassing her fully in him.  She was lost on the high of his drug, dazed and drunken off the way he fucked.

She felt the throb before his heeded warning.

“Gonna cum.”

He punctuated his declaration with a particularly rough motion, lips searing against hers in a gnashing kiss, his hand wrapped tightly around the base of her throat.  She didn’t expect to reach a second peak, thus, it crashed into her like a runaway train.  Jake rode out his own high through the vibration of hers all but stopping to feel the intensity at which she held him there.  The warmth of his release spilled out, running down her thigh, and onto the linens below.  She arched her back, the feeling of his hips sticky sweet to hers overwhelmingly apparent. 

“God damn…”  Jake cursed, letting himself fall tiredly onto her.  She welcomed him happily, tracing her fingers along the expanse of his back as he gradually softened inside.  Upon catching his breath, Jake moved to unsheathe himself though she hooked her leg around his back quickly to keep him in place.  Both of them groaned in unison at the oversensitivity but he complied, lying his cheek to her chest.

Flick hair from your shoulder

And sleep marks your face

Retreat to the covers

From the sound of the rain

Lightning illuminated the room, silhouetting their shadows onto the wall adjacent the bed.  She swept strands of his hair away from his neck to allow his body to cool, his cheeks flushed, his chest a cherry red.  In that moment she felt incredibly vulnerable.  Strung open and raw watching the man she cherished deeply hold her like his lifeline.  She was the buoy out in a raging sea that he clung desperately to, so as not to float away into uncertain oblivion.

He stirred, shifting to hover above her once more, a dopey grin stretched across his face.  Jake hummed in contentment at the love she held for him etched carefully into her features.  She hadn’t noticed the fresh tear that streaked its way down her cheek until he swiped it away with the calloused pad of his thumb.  Her breath caught sharply in her throat as she allowed herself to giggle.

“I am so lucky to have you, Jake,”  she confessed, crossing her arms over her bare chest in an attempt at modesty.  For what reason, she was befallen.  In light of the events proceeding, she felt the energy shift.  Jake was looking at her with all his attention, not driven by a state of lust.  Though, he frowned and gently coaxed her arms down to her sides.

“And I am the luckiest man in the world that I get to share this life with you, angel.”

As they parted, she whined at the loss of fullness between her.  Jake ventured off to retrieve a cloth and upon his return she watched the way his body effortlessly moved.  The way his arms fell comfortably at his sides, biceps containing a gentle strength that was markedly his, the way his hair laid perfectly atop his shoulders, the way the chains around his neck contrasted beautifully with his tanned chest.  He cleaned her carefully, touching her as if she were now made of porcelain glass.  It was a quietly intimate gesture to care for her in this way.  He took in the beauty of her body for what it was.  Not what it had been and not what it could be.  She was a woman of the Earth.  A divine being perfectly crafted for the world of her, not about her.

Tossing the discard aside, Jake pulled them under the covers, his arm wrapped securely back around her hips and his palm placed right under her navel against her stomach.  The warmth and glow about her still radiated into his hand burning a little hotter than it had previously.  His lips turned up into a smile as her body molded to his.

The storm outside continued to rage as he held her close.  She fell asleep long before him, her face shifting into a deep state of rest at the feeling of his chest rising and falling between her shoulder blades.  Though the sun wouldn’t likely show for the entirety of the day that lied ahead, Jake knew he could find it honey yellow and radiating from her.  He had everything he ever could desire, for there was no other place he’d rather be, than entangled safely in the intricacy of her love.

Flick hair from your shoulder

And sleep marks your face

Retreat to the covers

From the sound of the rain...