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[whatthefishh]

Satisfactory Pt 2

Jake Lockley x Fem Reader

Words: 3k

Summary: Jake comes back to your apartment. Seggs. Peep the B99 ref.

Warnings: in this chapter, there is HELLA SMUT, minors DNI:

Use of sex toys, oral (f receiving), p in v, cream pie, spitting, idk wtf else it's filthy alright it's fucking Jake MF Lockley what do you expect

Special thanks to @kittyofalltrades and @symbioticskywalker for being my very kind soundboards for this chapter xo

Thanks to everyone who liked part 1 (this is probably going to be a 5 part series) ❤️

Music I liked with the story:

Ravyn Lenae - Spice Miguel - Come through and chill Brent Faiyaz- Poison The Weeknd - I feel it coming DJ Khaled - Wild thoughts Rosalia - Yo x ti, tu x mi

Alright. Let's get to the good stuff.

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You’re stumbling through your front door, Jake unable to keep his hands off of your ass, kissing your neck as he trailed behind you. The two of you had made it to your elevator before succumbing to the gravitational pull that was dancing between you, mouths colliding as soon as the doors shut. It was all tongue and teeth right away; no space for the sweet, shy kisses usually found between two new lovers. 

Somehow you found your apartment, fumbling with your keys to get the both of you inside lest your nosy neighbors come out and see you being defiled in your building hallway. Breaking apart for air and to gain your footing, you take the chance to strip yourselves of your jackets and shoes, the haste in your actions mirrored in Jake’s. 

He rushed forward, hands cradling your face to seal your lips together in another heated kiss. Moaning into his mouth, you walked him backwards towards your bedroom, silently thanking the gods that you took the time to clean up a bit before you left the house. He’s kissing you, and kissing you and kissing you and he’s so damn good at it, it leaves you a little intimidated. 

The back of your knees hit the end of your mattress and he finally pulls back to let you breathe, grinning down at you, chests heaving. You’re taken aback by the sheer desire clear in his eyes. 

Your hand comes up of its own volition to rest on his chest when he leaned back in, causing him to stop. 

“Sorry, wait a second.” You’re trying to get out of your head. There’s a man in your bedroom who clearly wants you. Not just any man, too, Jake motherfucking Lockley. How many times were you going to say his name in your head to come to terms with the fact that yes, it’s him, and yes, he’s not only talking to you but trying to help you just like you asked. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Jake immediately stepped back to give you space.

“I just--… it’s just been a while,” you admit quietly, looking away from his intense gaze. 

“Cariño, it’s okay. Whatever you’re willing to give me is okay. I said I’m yours for the night, remember? We can even just hang out.” 

His kindness swept you off your feet, any concerns you had about him possibly being an opportunistic rake fled your thoughts. Pulling him down by his neck, your kiss took him by surprise but he quickly wrapped his arms around you to pull you close again.  

“Some music might help?” he suggests between some more toe-curling kisses, and you almost don’t want to pull away to think about what he just said because you’re afraid of looking so dazed when you’re both still fully clothed. 

Why does he have to be so damn considerate? He’s right though, music would definitely help you get out of your thoughts, so you reluctantly push him away to put your playlist on. When you turn back to him, he’s already unbuttoned his shirt and the smooth planes of his chest and abdomen are on display for you, the small trail of hair leading into his pants catching your eye for longer than appropriate. Darting your eyes back up to his as you near him, you can see that he’s so fucking smug because he absolutely caught you staring. 

Once close enough, he’s grabbing your waist with his hands, long fingers creeping up the hem of your sweater, goosebumps rising from his touch. Raising his brow at you in question, your small nod of approval has him stripping you of your sweater. You blush under his intense gaze, his eyes drinking in your lace-covered breasts. 

“I just–um,” you start off shyly again, desperate to explain your thoughts, to get it out of your head before it repeats itself until you want to scream. “Never in my wildest dreams did I expect this. I’m a little worried I won’t measure up to the girls you’re used to.” 

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and holds your jaw, tilting your head so you look into his eyes before he responds, making sure to douse conviction into his voice so you believe him.

“I’m not thinking about anyone else right now, are you?” You shake your head. “You’re fine, you’re perfect.” 

The scary part is he kinda already likes you. Your big, curious eyes, how easy it is to fluster you, and as much as he wants to completely ravage you at this moment, he has a nagging feeling it’ll be a bit different, a bit more intense with you. 

You gaze up at him with so much trust in your eyes it blows him away. He almost feels guilty for what he has planned. Almost. 

“I wanna see you, querida. Can you show me how you like it? Show me how you touch yourself?” he asked, honey dripping from his voice. You’d probably agree to anything he’d ask of you if he used that voice. 

Nodding together, he reaches down to help you take off your bottoms and seats you on the edge of your bed, pulling your pants and panties off gently, kneeling in front of you to get a good view. Jake could already see your slick catching in the light and he couldn’t help himself, deviant that he is. He leaned in before you could react and inhaled deeply, taking in your scent, chest rumbling as he sat back on his haunches to stare up at you with blatant lust written all over his face. 

Your jaw was on the floor, it had to be, the guy basically devoured you with his nose. You’ve never been this wet before foreplay and you were embarrassed, to be honest, until he wrenched your legs apart roughly and groaned at the sight. Nevermind. Not embarrassed, just incredibly turned on. 

“Such a pretty pussy, doll. Is this all for me?” His index finger hovering above your entrance before forcing himself to pull back. “Show me.” 

You scramble to comply, mesmerized by his commanding tone, your fingers spreading your soaked folds, sinking two inside easily. You both moan in unison at the first thrust of your fingers, your eyes closing involuntarily at the lewd image of Jake on his knees watching you touch yourself. You’re so lost in the sensation that you don’t notice his movements until you feel the cool, vibrating touch of your newly purchased toy on your clit, jolting your eyes open. 

Jake is staring down at your pussy with intent, licking his lower lip and you’re permanently etching the image into your brain. He experimentally pushes the button, changing the intensity of the vibrations, smiling triumphantly as he earns a loud cry from you. His coffee irises watch as your breathing changes, chest rising quickly as your orgasm approaches even quicker now, fingers unevenly thrusting. Yanking your hand back, he’s quick to replace it with the 7-inch still vibrating pink monstrosity, pumping it into you, hell-bent on making you absolutely lose your shit. Which–you are, for the record. 

You lean back resting on your elbows and briefly think back to the videos you’ve seen of Jake. The girls were always extremely responsive and you remember wondering if they were being genuine or not. Clearly, the man knew what he was doing. 

He’s leaning in even closer now, flattening his forearm over your pelvis to hold you down, hitching one thigh over his shoulder and fitting his mouth over your drooling cunt, latching onto your clit and slurping obscenely, toy being held inside, still vibrating, waiting for you to drop, waiting for the muscles in your thigh to tense around his head– 

“Oh God–” you shatter. The euphoria spreads like wildfire, lightning fast in your veins, stretching your broken cry into desperate gasps.

You manage to open your eyes after God knows how long, just in time to catch Jake pull the now-off vibrator from your quivering core and promptly wrap his lips around the glittery toy, moaning as your flavour hits his tongue, glancing up at you while sliding it further and then out of his mouth with a pop, only to smile brightly at you when you let loose a whimper. 

“Exquisito.”

You flop backwards on the bed.

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You’re straddling his thick, dreamy thighs, his back against your headboard, hands bruising your hips, his face buried in your bosom, desperately mouthing at the tops of your breasts like if he tries hard enough he’ll be able to physically consume you, and you’re struggling to line yourself up with his cock with how determined he is to leave his marks on you. 

“You gon’ ride me or what, hermosa?” He growls into your skin, finally pulling away to hold himself at your dripping entrance. You’re tempted to slam down on it hard and fast to shut him up, but you hold back, knowing your year of celibacy would cause that exact situation to fucking hurt. It’s going to hurt regardless, you tell yourself, looking at his size. Suddenly, apprehension fills you, worried about the stretch and tomorrow and-and he can tell.

“You can do it, baby,” he says softly. 

You look at his incredibly handsome face and slowly sink down on him, pausing every few inches, and you really can’t help the pained cry that leaves you. Jake swallows your noises, tenderly kissing you, peppering them all over your face, whispering “You can take all of me”, “Doing so good for me, baby” and something else in Spanish your mind was too muddled to try and comprehend.

You… you’re fully seated. Full. You’re sitting on Jake’s long, thick cock and you haven’t been with anyone in so long and your nails are digging into his broad shoulder and it hurts it hurts ithurtsit–

Jake leans his forehead on yours and shoves his thumb into your mouth, dragging your bottom lip down leaving a spit trail hanging, only to move his thumb to your clit to help with the stretch of him. Some of the pain melts into pleasure, and before you know it you’re grinding down on him. His hands grip your backside, helping lift you and drop you back on his cock, squeezing the flesh there hard enough to bruise and when he tilts his hips up, hitting something spectacular in you, pushing impossibly closer, you gasp. 

“Oh! Ohhhhhh, Jake,”

He pulls your bra cups down, freeing your breasts to the cool apartment air before lunging forward to capture one in the hot cavern of his mouth, tongue flicking over your sensitive nipple causing you to throw your head back on another gasp. 

You feel the heat tightening in your belly again, creeping up on you faster and faster, especially with the way Jake’s hips are expertly snapping up into you, cock dragging on your inner walls. The man is a professional, you remind yourself. If he didn’t make you come this quickly it would be a testament to his reputation. 

The slippery friction from his hips crushing yours was hitting your clit just right and you couldn’t think straight, using his shoulders for leverage in chasing your high.  

And yeah, you’re coming. It’s not as much of a tidal wave as the first o, but you’re still tightening around his member enough for him to still his hips inside, mouth releasing your breast to watch you scrunch your eyes up in bliss. 

Clearly, you need to stop closing your eyes when you come or you’ll miss all the details. He looks drunk on your pleasure, eyes fixated on your mouth as his own stays open, raggedly breathing. Reaching up with one hand to hold your neck, he swiftly flips you so he ends up kneeling with your legs wrapped around his hips, your back on the bed, and immediately begins pounding into your sopping core. 

You tried to breathe normally, you really, really did, tried to control your cries, it was still early evening for fuck’s sake, all your neighbors could hear you getting pounded into the fucking mattress but you didn’t stand a chance against Jake’s assault on your pussy. 

His hand was still lightly wrapped around your neck, not putting any pressure, but physically grounding you to the moment, which was probably a good thing because you felt like you would drift away if he wasn’t anchoring you. You gripped the wrist of that hand, your other hand bunching the sheets, moaning wantonly. 

“You like that, puta? You like my hands around your throat?” 

You nod wildly.

The hand around your throat grips your cheeks, squeezing them so your lips form an ‘o’, and he leans forward to spit in your mouth, spit slick lips hovering right above yours, all the while still slamming his hips into yours and you let out another broken moan turned whimper when he releases your face. 

“You look so good taking my cock, baby, wish I could show you,” he pants above you, both hands planted next to your head. 

“Sh-show me,” you manage, hoping he catches your drift. Shit, would he be offended at your suggestion? Considering it’s what he does for work, maybe you shouldn’t have said that. Oh nonono, you can’t have him stop now–

“Wanna make a homemade video, hermosa?” he pulls out of you with a groan to search for your phone, tutting at the whine you let out at the loss. 

Climbing back on the bed, he positions himself at your core again but waits until he’s got the perfect shot of you spread out for him before slowly pushing back in. You choke out an unexpected sound and your face is burning, thankful he’s cropped it out. He laughs slightly at the noise, and shit the camera definitely caught that. Pretty soon he’s back up to speed and thrusting in frantically, punching the air out of your lungs, reaching up with his free hand to slap at your tit, then to tweak at your nipple. 

“You feel so fucking gooood, little puta, feels perfect,” he groans loudly, and you helplessly let out a chorus of moans, uh uh uh; the recording was bringing you closer to the edge than you were ready for. Your walls flutter around his cock, the oncoming electricity in your veins racing towards you, closer and closer. 

“Shit, are you gonna come for me? You look so fuckin’ pretty, so pretty when you come.”

You know you sounded absolutely wrecked right now, head shaking back and forth from restlessness, and he wouldn’t stop talking and you almost push him out of you with how hard you come–

“Ven por mí, bebe, wanna see it again, yeah, al igual que esa bebe,” he keeps mouthing off while your body is writhing on the bed, vision gone white. In your periphery, you see him toss the phone to the side and hinge at the hips to lick into your mouth in a filthy kiss, twining your tongues and biting your lip as he retreats. 

Jake wasn’t done; he hadn’t stopped ramming into you, harder and faster and irregularly, until you registered he was saying something, again and again, “Where, cariño?” 

Inside, you want to say. Since you were too fucked out to answer him, you pull him down to your chest and hold tight, hoping it translated. With a sudden shout in your neck, he comes inside you, hot and heavy, with a few final and stuttering thrusts. Dropping his weight to rest on you, you can feel his seed spilling out of you around his spent cock. 

Eventually, Jake lifts himself up on his forearms and brushes the hair back from your face to smile down at you warmly. Your body starts to ache, muscles protesting in your current position and he must see the discomfort on your face because even though everything he does looks effortless, you’re sure it took his last ounce of energy to draw himself out of you. 

He gets up, walking away from you and you watch from where he left you, exhausted, with a tinge of disappointment. This is the part where he gets dressed and leaves and you watch a movie on your couch with a tub of ice cream for company. Do you regret it though? No. Plus you now have your own personal porno-

He comes back with a warm, wet towel to gently clean your face and leaking core with, smiling so warmly. God, you’re well and truly fucked out. Exhausted to your bones. 

“You alive, cariño?” he laughs softly, bringing an airy smile to your face, too. 

“Yeah, I think…think you fucked my brains out,” you finish with a hearty laugh and he joins you. 

“So would you say that you’re satisfied?” 

“Title of our sex tape.”

And you’re both full-belly laughing at that now, and he looks so good, he looks so weightless and radiant, you want to make him laugh like that again, and shit you don’t want him to leave. The realization sobers you and suddenly, you’re acutely aware of his stomach rumbling so you nearly fall over when you stand to haphazardly throw a shirt on - his shirt is the first thing your hands find - and rush to the fridge to see what you can offer him instead of acknowledging that you sort of, kinda, might have a crush on the man staring at you in bewilderment in your bed. 

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The pizza arrives rather quickly, and before you know it you’re both eating and sitting on the couch, half-dressed, with your feet in his lap, while You’ve Got Mail is playing on your TV. You didn’t think Jake would be the type to enjoy cheesy rom-coms but he’s so invested, claiming he’s been a fan of Meg Ryan since When Harry Met Sally and that confession makes you almost miss your mouth with the slice you were biting into. 

The rest of the evening is spent bickering about when Tom Hanks should have revealed himself to Meg Ryan in the film and laughing at each other’s commentary. You were having too good of a time, ironic when you think about how you blushed like a school girl when you first bumped into Jake at the shop earlier today but you’d take what you could get from the kind, sexy man on your couch.

“So… Can I get your number?” 

This time the pizza hits your cheek. 

[lunar-roses-blog]

⚘☽☽☽ 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟛 ☾☾☾⚘

⚘☽ Divination ☾⚘

One of the things that you can do with music is divination. The most commonly known form involving music is known as shufflemancy. Shufflemancy in this context is divination by use of songs, melodies, etc., in the form of a playlist. It is not a widely used form of divination, and it is also not an ancient form either, as it uses technology. So how do you do shufflemancy? Well first, you will need a playlist - keep in mind that you control this playlist, it is yours and you control what goes in and out of it. Once you get your playlist, you will want to choose a question (best to stay away from yes/no questions). Then you will want to pick a number. This can be a number between 1 and 10, 1 and 100, really any number between 1 and x number. For this scenario let's go with the number 6. Keeping in mind the question you want answered, you shuffle the number of times you picked, in this case I chose 6, so I would shuffle the playlist 6 times. Whatever song it lands on in the last shuffle will be the song that you will need to interpret for your question. Keep in mind that you will most likely want to listen to the entire song for the answer to your question - the title of the song might not be the whole message. Sometimes it’s not the entire song, but certain parts of the lyrics, like the main chorus of a song. It’s not just the song that needs to be interpreted, but also the feelings that the song invokes as well - if it makes you happy, upset, frustrated, etc.

⚘☽ Cleansing & Banishing ☾⚘

Music can be used to cleanse and banish anything unwanted from your space. This can be done in a number of ways, keeping in mind that banishing is a more aggressive side of cleansing. For either one you can use just about any music you wish, the goal is to annoy the unwanted so much it drives them nuts and out of your house. For example, playing a 10 hour long youtube video of baby shark at top volume with your phone hooked to some speakers, or better yet your tv if you're able. You want to play something that the entity won’t like, so if the entity happens to like baby sharks then I guess you’ll want to consider something else. Another thing to maybe try here is bells. Bells are an amazing way of banishing an entity, whether you are just ringing the bell back and forth with no rhyme or reason, or you are playing a song on the bells. No matter the method you use, you want to make it as loud and as obnoxious as possible.

⚘☽ Meditation ☾⚘

Meditation helps with the lowering of blood pressure, heart rate, etc. In order to peacefully meditate, you have to be able to lower your blood pressure and heart rate, and even out your breathing, along with easing your muscles. Music has been proven in studies to help with this! Well, what kind of music is best for mediation? It really depends on the person, but usually you would want something on the calmer side - maybe something instrumental, or with a slower tune in the background to help calm the mind. Keep in mind that your idea of what music is calming is NOT going to be the same as another person's idea of what is calming music. A side note here: When you type in youtube for relaxation music, most of those videos claiming to help sleep, and relax, and meditate are a load of crap - but not all of them are, and there are some really good ones out there! You have to find what is right for you.

⚘☽ Offerings ☾⚘

Music can be used as an offering to Gods or other beings. You can make the music yourself, or pick a song that you feel fits the situation. There are a few popular examples of music as offerings. Priests in Catholic churches often sing their prayers when they can. Anytime a congregation sings a hymn, it can be seen as a form of prayer. In reference to the intro to music, The Hurrian Hymns were made as an offering to the Goddess Nikkal-wa-lb. You can offer music to any God or other being.

⚘☽ Manifestation ☾⚘

This was a particularly fun wormhole to fall down, but according to what I have read so far, music can help with manifesting. This is because music amplifies our feelings and moods, and strengthens our vibrations and energies. This higher energies help to attract things you are wanting to attract. Certain songs can attract different things. For example, affirming songs can manifest positivity, luck, etc.

⚘☽ Mood & Motivation ☾⚘

Many people use music to boost or lower their mood, or motivate themselves. This applies to the youngest children still in the womb to grown adults to elderly people on their deathbed. We see little kids in daycare, singing the “clean up” song to motivate them to clean up the room they are in. We see people using music to motivate themselves out of bad moods, whether it helps them to be more productive at work, or drag themselves out of a depressive episode. We see people playing their loved one’s favorite music before they pass away, as the sense of hearing is many times the last one to go, and it makes the ill patient happy to hear their songs. Music calms the nervous system and lower cortisol levels which helps reduce stress and calm the mind. Listening to music that gives you chills or that you really, really enjoy releases dopamine. Listening to music that is sad can help to elevate mood, but some say it can be counteractive because it can also trigger depressive episodes.