#Jake Webber fanfic

[teapartyprincess4two]

Messy- J. Webber

pairing: Waitress!reader x Mechanic!Jake

classification: SMUT SMUT NO FLUFF

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, messy sex, public sex, facial, cream pie, cursing

inspiration: request

summary: Jake is a regular customer at the diner you work at, eating the same meal everyday before returning back to work. One day, when you’re taking his order, you can tell he has much more sinful intentions than a quick meal.

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The diner is slow today, it always is on Sundays. You’ve had a total of 5 customers and it’s already past noon, making the day feel endless. You’re currently messing with the fryer in the kitchen. It turned off suddenly and now it won’t turn back on. “Stupid fucking fryer,” you grumble, clicking random buttons until it finally starts heating.

Suddenly the front doorbell rings, indicating a customer has entered the lobby. “Hello! I’ll be right with you!” you call out from the kitchen, peering your head over the order window to catch a glimpse of the customers. You instantly recognize that it’s Jake, he’s a regular customer and arrives everyday at exactly 12:30pm without fail.

Jake saunters in, dirty and sweaty from a hard days work. He works at an automotive repair shop that sits right on the corner of the street, choosing your diner everyday as his preferred dining spot. The walk from his car shop isn’t long, but he always leaves early so he misses the lunch rush.

Because he’s such a frequent customer, Jake knows the diner well, so he situates himself in the booth that gives him the best view of the kitchen. When he first started eating here, he realized that this booth provided him with a cinema worthy experience because he could watch you work as he enjoyed his meal.

You emerge from the kitchen with a big smile on your face, walking around the front counter and over to Jake’s table. “Can’t get enough of this place, huh?” you joke, retrieving a small notebook and ball point pen from the depths of your apron.

“Guess so,” Jake replies with a chuckle, folding his dirty hands over the table. They’re permanently stained with car oil, calloused by countless hours of manual labor. Your eyes travel from his broad, tattooed shoulders down to his folded arms, relishing in the way his sweat glistens in the sun that trickles in through the window. His white tank top is adorned with black smudges and stains, ripped and frayed along the edges. There’s dirt under his fingernails, a detail that you’d usually find disturbing, but it adds even more grit to Jake. You love the idea of being fucked by a hard working man who isn’t afraid to get dirty.

Jake’s messy look completely juxtaposes yours. You’re wearing your diner uniform, clad in a pastel pink dress and an apron so white it reflected the sun. Your hair is curled and pinned back, a matching pink bow dangling in between your bouncy strands. Stark white sneakers sway back and forth, as you wait patiently for Jake to order. You looked so clean, too clean, and Jake wanted to roam his hands all over you and watch how messy you could really get.

“So, your usual?” you ask, knowing Jake’s order by heart. Over the course of his visits, you’ve learned that Jake is a simple man. He orders the same thing everyday and although the food was slightly above average, he claimed it was his favorite as an excuse to watch you work.

Jake loved watching as you diligently wiped down tables, your hips rocking back and forth as you worked the rag into tough, grimy spots. When you were mopping, he’d scoot closer to the edge of his seat and watch you bend over as you rung out the mop. He especially loves watching as you walked over to his booth with his meal in hand, because once you arrive to the table you bend over just enough to expose the top of your breasts.

“You know how I like it, baby,” the nickname slips out naturally, the flirtatious undertones evident in Jake’s voice. At first you would become flustered with his incessant flirting, but now that you’re used to it, you get turned on. You feel like a car engine, revved up and ready to fuck some miles into him.

“Alright, it’ll be right out,” you reply with a playful smile, shoving the notepad and pen back into your apron before making your way back to the kitchen. Your hips sway as you walk away, the string of your apron slapping against your ass with each step.

Jake’s eyes are glued to you, mentally undressing you from across the room. He’s really hungry now, but not for the food.

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20 minutes have passed and you’re still not back with his food. Jake isn’t the type to complain, but he knows it never takes you this long. Loud beeping rings throughout the diner, followed by a loud yell from the kitchen, “Ow! Fuck!” Metal clangs on the floor shortly after, a string of cuss words coming from you.

Jake’s natural instinct is to get up and check on you, but you come out from the kitchen before he can act on it. You’re pressing a cold, wet towel on your hand, “Sorry, it’s gonna be a while. The fryer’s been acting up all day and it just turned off. I burnt myself trying to fix it, but I popped your fries in the oven instead, okay?”

Jake sees the opportunity and takes it, “No problem. I can take a look at it if you want?” He’s an extremely handy man, and he’s hoping to get handsy with you if he plays his cards right.

“At what?” you ask confused, applying pressure to your hand.

“The fryer. I can try to fix it. It’ll only take a few minutes,” he replies, using his hands to push himself out of the booth. Before you can protest, Jake begins walking to the kitchen. His dirty work boots leave a trail of footprints on the floor as you follow closely behind, trying to keep up with his long strides. He quickly finds the fryer, following the smell of gas until he locates the source.

“No, it’s okay! I’ll just put in a work order,” you reason, watching as he kneels in front of the machine. You were beginning to panic, no one other than employees were allowed in the kitchen. What if your boss suddenly showed up and found him back here? Not to mention how unsanitary it was for him to be touching everything with his soiled hands.

“Yeah? And when will they finally come fix it?”

The question has you stumped, causing you to think for a while. The maintenance men usually didn’t come until weeks after the initial work order was put in, and working without a fryer for that long sounded like actual hell. That didn’t mean you wanted a customer working while on their lunch break, “Probably a couple of weeks, but it’s okay. It’s not a big deal, really!”

Your words fall on deaf ears though because Jake is opening the fryer hatch, a whiff of cooking oil and gas hitting him straight in the face. From that smell alone he immediately knew the problem, “Yeah, see, the gas line isn’t connected. One stray spark and this whole place is blowing up.”

Jake’s used to working in much hotter temperatures, surrounded daily by the summer weather and even hotter car engines. So, although the fryer is emitting a lot of heat, it’s nothing compared to what he deals with daily. He manages to find the main gas line, turning the nob off to ensure there isn’t any other leaks. After that, he swiftly turns the machine off before unscrewing a hot, black tube. He pulls the black tube off with a grunt, causing a loud hissing noise as the last bits of gas spill out.

“How do you know it’s the gas line?” you ask curiously, blissfully unaware and nose blind to the smell. “The smell,” he replies blatantly, strong hands removing random pieces from the machine. Well they were random to you, but Jake seemed to know the purpose of each piece.

The oven dings faintly in the background, indicating that the fries are finally done baking. You would love to stay and watch his arms flex as he worked, but you didn’t want to cause another hazard, “I’ll be back, those are the fries. I don’t want them to burn.”

He hums in response, the sound being followed by another animalistic grunt. You feel your core clench at the sound, there was something about him that made you want to push him to the ground and get messy.

You force yourself to look away, finally walking over to the oven to retrieve the fries before they burn.

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The fryer was worse than either of you anticipated, causing Jake to spend more than a ‘few minutes’ working on it. He’s lying face up on the floor to get a better view, a broken down cardboard box is sprawled out under him to serve as a cushion and as a barrier from the cold floor.

Luckily you’ve only had one other customer since then and all they ordered was a drink, so you’ve been able to watch Jake work this entire time. Your pussy is throbbing at the possibilities, your mind delving into uncharted territory as you imagine what he’d look like under you.

Jake’s hips buck upward as he adjust himself, pushing himself further into the machine each time. Your eyes fall onto his crotch every time, you can’t help but stare and salivate at the growing bulge. He knows you’re watching and it’s turning him on.

“Here, hold this piece right… there,” he instructs, voice trailing off as his fingers pinch a wire in place. You comply, scooting closer so you can properly hold the wire in place. The position is uncomfortable though, your legs struggling to remain in place as you try not to fall on Jake.

After a while your legs start to hurt, trembling from the constant strain. “I can’t reach,” you explain, attempting to shift your weight so you’re comfortable.

Jake lifts his head up, careful not to hit it against the metal above him, as he peers at you. You were awkwardly reaching over him, one hand gripping onto the edge of the fryer as the other stretched to properly hold the wire in place. He looks down at your legs, watching as they shake before he accidentally catches a glimpse of your underwear.

“Here, just…” he begins to say, forgetting his sentence as his mind fills with sinful thoughts of you. He places his tools on the ground before taking a hold of your waist, dirty fingerprints immediately soaking into the fabric of your dress. He uses his hands to carefully guide you over him, stopping once you’re situated directly above his crotch.

“Try again,” he instructs, forcing himself to think about anything other than the newfound pressure you’re applying to him. You reposition the wire with your right hand, your left hand resting on Jake’s chest for support. Once the wire is in place, he scoots forward, his hips bucking up again as he does it. The rough material of his jeans rubs against your clothed pussy, causing you to squirm from above him. You’re forced to bite back a whine, realizing that this was not the time nor the place to be getting all riled up.

Jake is extremely concentrated, choosing to ignore the growing erection in his pants. “Hand me the pliers,” he says, but it comes out more like a command. His toolbox sits next to you, the short distance being close enough for you rummage through it quickly. You subconsciously grind down on his crotch, surprised to feel the outline of his dick through the thick material of his jeans.

His hands instinctively travel to your hips again, a firm grip willing you to stop your movements. “Sorry,” you murmur, becoming drunk on the idea of Jake fucking you long and hard on the kitchen floor.

Jake lets out a small groan, the innocence in your voice seducing him even further. “Here,” you whisper, eyes locking with his for a second through your long, thick eyelashes. He takes the pliers from you, forcing himself to return to the task at hand.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

You squirm from above him, wiggling so you can feel him again. Usually you wouldn’t be this bold, but your pussy is hungry and your mind is drunk. Jake chases the feeling too, wishing there was nothing to restrict him from feeling you entirely.

“Don’t look at you like what?”

“Like you want to fuck me,” he replies sternly, the heels of his boots digging into the floor as he drags himself out from under the fryer. The cardboard makes it easier for him to slide out and he’s strong enough to bring you with him, eliciting a gasp from you as you place your hands on his chest to anchor yourself.

He sits up, his left arm immediately wrapping around your waist in the process. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess,” he smirks, pushing you down onto his crotch.

Your hands gingerly rest on his shoulders as you look at him through hooded eyes, were you really going to do this? The sexual tension is blinding you, causing you to make yet another bold remark.

“What if I do want to fuck you?”

“That’s fine, baby. Just don’t complain when it gets messy,” he replies coyly, pulling you further into him. Jake’s plump lips latch onto yours, metal lip rings digging into your face. The pain only eggs you on, your hands traveling up his neck and tangling into his hair.

“So eager,” he murmurs into the kiss, scrunching your dress up around your abdomen. His hands find your ass, slapping and kneading the skin in his firm grip. Moans are slipping from you, all of them being swallowed by Jake as he hungrily kisses you back. Your hips grind onto him again, desperate for release.

You’re whimpering, trying to feel as much of him as possible through the multiple layers of fabric that separate you. “Patience, baby,” he moans, but even he’s becoming impatient.

It comes to no surprise when you scoot back onto his thigh and feverishly unzip his pants, he doesn’t protest either, instead he watches eagerly. You make swift work of his pants, Jake lifts his hips to help you tug them off. “I want you to make a mess on my face,” you whisper, hopping off of Jake’s lap so you can wiggle further down.

The suggestion makes Jake’s dick twitch, precum spilling out from the tip and soaking into his boxers. You pull his boxers down and they pool around his ankles alongside his pants. His dick stands up straight, and it’s so big you begin to wonder if this was a good idea. How was that supposed to fit inside of you?

Jake knows exactly what you’re thinking, smirking at the sight of you gawking over the size of his cock. You’re brave though, so you crawl closer to him and slowly begin pumping his shaft. His head is immediately thrown back in pleasure, your touch alone almost being enough for him to spill his seed onto your hand.

You wrap your lips around the tip, your head inching down to the base slowly. If you go any faster, you’ll surely gag around his cock and start crying. “Just like that,” he groans, swooping some of your hair out of your face with one hand as the other holds his dick in place for you. Your lips kiss his hand as you take as much of his as possible, your throat struggling to keep up with the sheer size of him.

His hips thrust into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you that flips a switch in Jake. He wants to hear that sound again and again, so he holds your head firmly and guides it up and down his cock repeatedly. Each time you reach the tip, you gasp for air before he’s pushing you back down again. Saliva is dripping down your chin and bubbling at the corners of your mouth, tricking far enough to coat Jake’s penis entirely.

“Making such a big mess, beautiful,” he grunts, pulling you away from him to get a better look at your face. Streaks of mascara run down your face, your hair is all over the place, and saliva is actively dribbling down your chin. “Come here, let me ruin you,” he instructs, pulling you back down so he can coat your face and uniform in his cum.

He pumps his cock aggressively over your face, watching with a slack jaw as you close your eyes and allow his cum to paint your face. You’re glazed in the liquid, squealing slightly at the new sensation. “Yummy,” you giggle, licking your lips to gather as much of it on your tongue as possible.

Jake isn’t done though, he’s fully prepared to go another round with you, but this time with his dick balls deep in you. Right as you’re about to continue, you hear the front doorbell ring.

“Hello?” a customer asks, peering over the counter in search of an employee. Luckily, because you’re on the floor, you’re perfectly out of view. Jake gets an idea, immediately pulling you onto his lap and pushing your panties to the side so aggressively they rip.

“Sit,” he commands, aligning his cock with your entrance. You look at him in shock and whisper shout, “there’s a customer!” He’s unrelenting, dragging the tip of his cock up your folds as a response. You bite your lip, accepting the challenge as you sit on his thick dick.

A small gasp escapes your mouth once you bottom out, the girth of his cock stretching your walls.

“Hello? Anybody there?!” The customer shouts, tiptoeing to see behind the order window and into the kitchen. They’re becoming more and more impatient by the second.

You begin bouncing on Jake’s dick, his hands leaving prints all over your dress. You’re a whimpering mess, the stretch being both pleasureful and painful.

“C’mon, princess, is anybody there?” he taunts, sucking on the skin of your neck. You pull him in closer by his neck, moaning into his ear as quietly as possible.

“I just want a coffee!” the customer pleads, still trying to find at least one employee. Jake slaps your ass, silently instructing you to respond.

“Take a seat! I’ll be right with you,” you squeak out, trying not to sound like you’re getting your brains fucked out. Jake is satisfied with your response, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you down harder on him.

“You’re making me wait for a coffee?!”

Jake’s angles you forward so he can fuck you harder, his head resting on your chest. “I’m fixing the- fuck,” you begin, but Jake hits a spot inside of you that has you clenching around him. “What are you fixing?” Jake questions, loving how flustered you are.

“I’m fixing the fryer,” you spew out, the lame excuse annoying the customer further. The euphoric feeling in your pussy is enough to wash away any anxiety you feel, your walls clenching around Jake with each thrust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moans, his orgasm from earlier catching up to him. “Cum in me,” you demand, so drunk off his dick that you don’t realize what you said. The idea is enticing, so enticing that Jake doesn’t second guess it either.

One last thrust has him spilling his hot seed inside of you, the warm feeling sending you over the edge shortly after.

“Just a coffee! UNBELIEVABLE.”

“I’m coming,” you yelp, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re whimpering, moaning, and panting as you convulse around Jake’s cock. The statement puts a smirk on his face, you were definitely coming.

Once you come down from your orgasm, Jake is pulling you off of him slowly. You look like a beautiful mess. White liquid drips from your hole down your thighs, your underwear is ripped, your dress is stained from Jake’s oily hands, streaks of mascara run down your cheeks, your face is coated in cum, and your hair is tangled.

“Go get him his coffee,” Jake teases, watching as you slowly realize how crazy you look right now. He slaps your ass one last time before you’re hopping off of him, adjusting your dress and smoothing your hair down haphazardly.

You grab a napkin, running it across your face as you try and clean yourself up as best as possible. It’s no use, you look a mess. Without another word, you’re stumbling out into the lobby.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

BARK BARK BARK

First Jake story

MeOWWWWW

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[liseytopia]

dating jake headcanons .ᐟ

jake webber x fem!reader

(not proofread!)

✮ the most playful, silly boyfriend you've ever had and will have. he's definitely the type to tickle and poke you while you're stretching or hit your cup / bottle while you're taking a drink— it ends up splashing in your face and you smack his arm in response.

— "oww! okay, okay, i'm sorry," he pouted, rubbing his arm as if you gave him a life-long injury.

♱ one of his biggest turn-ons is for sure seeing you in one of his oversized shirts. makes it even better if you're wearing nothing underneath it<3

✮ the internet has always loved you two as a couple. ship edits fly into your inbox all the time and his fans freak out whenever you pop up in a livestream or appear in a video

— jake was streaming in his car and trying various snacks. he made a huge mess, there were the remnants of a spilled drink on his center console and crumbs all over his floor. you laid comfortably on the couch, watching his stream from your phone. seeing what occurred, you laughed while getting up and grabbing some paper towels.

the camera showed jake looking out the window and smiling until the passenger side door clicked open and your voice was heard as you handed him the towels. "here, you looked like you needed these," you commented.

"thanks, babe," he smiled before you shut the door and scurried back into the house. the stream chat was exploding with messages about you two.

♱ jake for sure has some occasional days where he gets clingy. he won't let you get out of bed in the morning until he does, glues himself to you throughout the entire day, kisses all up and down your neck and jaw while you're trying to work. you try to let him know it's so distracting but he doesn't stop, he just loves his girl so much!!!!

✮ if you ever feel insecure, he feels insecure. he feels like it's his job to make sure you see yourself to the fullest, just like how he sees you. and when you have doubt in yourself, physically or mentally, he does anything he can to make you feel better.

— "you're so beautiful, baby. so, so gorgeous," jake spoke meaningfully to you, looking into your eyes as he rested his hands on your shoulders, admiring every inch of you. he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into your hair. "i love you s'much. don't ever forget that."

♱ jake is your silly lil golden retriever bf!! he's always trying to make you laugh or smile and gets all sad and lonely when you're away for long periods of time. clings to you like a magnet to metal as soon as you're back home

✮ strong believer that jake is a cuddle bug!! there's nothing that he loves more than just being close to the love of his life. he wakes up in the morning just to be able to cuddle you at the end of the day again<3

♱ clamps his hands onto any skin he can find during makeouts, kneading and rubbing your skin. he only wants to feel you, your soft flesh under had palms.

✮ always willing to sit and listen to you talk, whether that be simply talking about your day or venting about something difficult. he's a great listener, prefers hearing you speak to him over being the one talking.

— jake sat silently, his head slightly tilted as he listened intently as you went on about the drama between your friends.

"so then, britney was getting pissed off with jasmine just because she accidentally planned dinner for the wrong night," you explained with hand motions, scoffing.

jake spoke up when you were finished. "well then, it sounds like brit needs to toughen up," he shrugged. you both laughed together.

♱ you're apologizing to him for looking like an absolute mess, mascara smudged and hair messy but he's looking up at you in awe cause that all just makes him even more insane for you

✮ purposefully gets all cuddly with you right before you have to leave just because it makes him happy

— "jake, baby, 'm gonna be late–" you tried to pry him off of you gently, but he didn't budge.

"mmm, five more minutes.." jake hummed nonchalantly, wrapping his arms tighter around you as he chuckled and planted a kiss on your forehead.

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[lcnleyisthemuse]

Hide and seek | Colby brock

Pairing: Colby brock x reader

Summary: got inspired by the old Sam and Colby hide and seek video where Colby hid in like that little room in the ceiling

Warnings: slightly sexual, talk of erections, making out, I think that's it. There's no full on smut but I love writing part twos

Word count: 982

"Alright, everyone has five minutes to hide! Go!" Sam called out before shutting the front door. Everyone scattered, running off to find their own hiding spots. You were about to go find your own before Colby grabbed your arm. "What?" You asked. Colby smirked, "I have the best hiding spot," He said and you giggled slightly, "Oh really? You gonna hide behind a fake plant again?" You teased. Colby shook his head before pointing up. You looked up, seeing where he was pointing. There was a hatch obviously leading to some kind of attic or storage space. A place you knew sam couldn't get to.

"How the hell are we supposed to get up there?" You asked. Colby climbed onto the dining table, holding out his hand for you to take. You grabbed his hand, climbing onto the dining table as well. Colby reached up, getting on his tiptoes and undoing the hatch, making it open to a very dark storage space. "There's no way," You said, looking up into the spot. "Here, i'll help you." Colby got down on one knee, signaling you to use his knee to climb up. You grabbed his shoulders, shakily standing on his knee/thigh. You reached up, grabbing the ledge. You weren't very strong so it was a bit difficult to pull yourself up but colby helped you. He pushed you up into the spot.

"You in?" He asked and you nodded, "I'm in. It's dark as fuck," You said, climbing back into the spacious spot. There was tons of room. Colby grabbed onto the ledge before jumping and lifting himself up into the space. Not gonna lie, it was kinda hot to watch. He climbed into the spot, closing the door behind him. The whole room got dark and you couldn't even see colby in front of you. You turned on your phones flashlight, "Can we keep this on? I mean Sam will be blindfolded so it shouldn't matter, right?" You asked and colby nodded, "Yeah, you scared of the dark or something?" Colby teased, making you roll your eyes.

The two of you sat in silence for the next ten minutes. You tried not to giggle or laugh as you heard Sam fumbling around right below the two of you. Once it got silent, Colby spoke. "You know, there's no way he'll find us up here," He said and you giggled, "Wow, that didn't sound scary at all," You said. Colby smiled shaking his head, "I'm just saying.. we're gonna be up here for a while... and we might as well make use of our time," He shrugged. Your face turned into shock, "Mr. Colby Brock, are you suggesting what i'm thinking you're suggesting?" You said and Colby shrugged once more, a slight smirk on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about, I wasn't suggesting anything." He said.

You shook your head, crawling towards him. "You're always so dirty minded y/n, I don't know what i'm gonna do with you," He said, smirking. "I bet this was your plan all along, huh?" You said, moving to straddle his lap. "Am I that predictable?" He asked, placing his hands on your hips. "You're getting very predictable." You giggled. You leaned in, kissing him gently. He kissed back, just as gentle. His hands slid from your sides down to your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss grew rougher, needier as time went on. You had to keep in mind that you needed to stay silent, but honestly, even if you didn't, sam wouldn't be able to get to the two of you.

"You know, Im not having sex with you up here," You whispered against his lips. "You are so dirty! I wasn't even thinking about that," Colby joked, pulling back to look at you. "Oh yeah? Then why are you hard?" You giggled, grinding down slightly against him. He bit down on his bottom lip as he swallowed back a groan. "Because you're beautiful, duh," He said and you blushed, rolling your eyes once more.

You were about to say something else but Sam came back into the room. Colby put his hand over your mouth so you wouldn't talk. "Alright, all we have left is y/n and Colby," He said. "And they have to be in this room before every other room is blocked off," He added. The two of you listened as he fumbled around, the toy gun hitting the walls. "Can you guys at least give me a sign?" Sam said and you giggled. Colby took his hand off your mouth before making a fake moan making you laugh. "What the fuck? It sounds like they're above me," Sam said and once again you laughed. You crawled off of Colby's lap, wiping dust off your knees.

After 30 seconds Kat called it, meaning the game was over. "Okay, you two can come out," Sam said, pulling off his blindfold. Colby opened the hatch making everyone let out a surprised noise. "What the fuck? How'd you get up there?" Sam laughed. "We're explorers dude, what did you expect?" He laughed, hopping down out of the space and onto the table. You followed him out, him helping you out of the space and back onto the table. "Well, I guess you both win," Sam said and the room clapped.

Before everyone went their separate ways, sam whispered something to colby making him blush and smile as he looked at you. He walked over to you, placing his hands on your hips. "What was that about?" You asked, arms wrapped around his neck. "Sam said we aren't allowed to hide together anymore," He said and you looked at him a bit confused. "Why?" You asked. "Because, he could see my hard on," He said making you laugh. "Oh my god," You giggled before kissing him gently.

[megameatymatt]

Step By Step - Matt Sturniolo

summary: Matt finds out about y/n's ED relapse

WARNINGS: e@t!ng d!sorder, swearing, throwing up, gagging, crying, self-hatred/insecure, feelings of hopelessness, overthinking

If you or anyone you know is dealing with an ED or substance abuse, call or text:  1-800-662-4357.

word count: 766

requested?: nope

A/N: I was feeling sad so all of you must suffer with me. Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ok bye

Pink: Y/n

Blue: Matt

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Matt knows you've dealt with an eating disorder in the past. He wasn't there during it, but you've talked to him about it and answered some of his questions. It didn't make you any less perfect in his eyes. To him, all that mattered was you being okay. But you weren't.

Four years later, you feel like you're falling back into it all over again—all the progress you've made, discarded within just a couple weeks.

You stare at yourself in the mirror and wish someone different stared back at you. You pinch at the skin on your thighs, stomach, and arms and wish the fat would disappear.

You sob silently. How can someone hate themselves so much, How couldn't you hate yourself so much, Y/n? Look at you, just look at you! You're lucky matt even stays. Thoughts circle around your head like a halo. Leaving you in nothing but shatters.

You walk to the toilet, shove a finger down your throat, and gag

The cycle begins.

Two weeks later, you walk into your kitchen to find Matt standing there. "Good morning, angel, I'm making pancakes. How many do you want." The thought of putting food in your mouth makes you sick. "Um, Matt, I'm not hungry." Matt frowns. "You love my pancakes, baby, what's the matter?" you shuffle through your brain, thinking of an excuse. "I'm full from last night, Y'know, the pizza." You, Matt, nick, and Chris had had a movie night. The boys ordered pizza and snuggled up on the couch as you all giggled.

"I watched you the whole night, Y/n, I didn't see you take a single slice," he says, flipping a pancake. "In fact i haven't seen you eat much at all lately, You alright?" Eat? How can he suggest such a thing? doesn't he want me to be pretty? i wanna be good enough to wear a bikini. I wanna be good enough to wear skin tight dresses, i wanna be good enough for him.

You shake away these thoughts trying your best to keep your composure. "I'm good, just give me one okay?" you say letting out a sigh. He smiles "Comin' right up princess" He hands you a plate with a pancake, syrup, whipped cream and some strawberries. Matt has already started digging into his own plate.

just a few bites Y/n, just let Matt think you're okay

You pick up your fork and knife with shaky hands, cut yourself a piece and quickly shove it it your mouth. Your body wants to immediately reject it, but you take a few more bites.

As soon as you swallow your first bite, it flies back up your throat. You get up and run to the bathroom. Matt follows you with concern. "Are my pancakes that bad?" he says, running after you. But as he walks into the bathroom. He notices how frail you've become. Tears are running down your eyes, and he finally realizes. You finish puking and flush the toilet and lean against the wall, almost lifelessly.

A few tears escape Matt's eyes. How could he be so stupid? how didn't he put it together? It was so obvious. He could've helped you. Why would you do this?

He runs out of the bathroom to get a glass of cold water, then quickly comes back to hold you. The only thing that could escape from his mouth was "Why"? "Just look at me, Matt, I hate it, I hate my body so fucking much, Matt, you don't even understand," you say, trying your best to yell, tears running down your face.

Matt is completely taken aback "But you're so beautiful, baby, You're hurting yourself. You were doing so good." You sob in Matt's arms, barely able to speak. "I-I'm sorry, Matt. I just wanted to be pretty." Your words felt like a knife in Matt's stomach.

''I tried so hard to fight it, Matt, I didn't want to go down this path again. I promised you I wouldn't. The words spill out like vomit, "But I did it anyway, Matty." You whine, "And it's worse than before. I'm so ashamed Matt. I'm sorry i'm putting you through this" Tears rush you your face, and you're shaking uncontrollably. The knife in Matts stomach only gets pushed deeper and deeper. "I'm sorry i never noticed Y/n, i'm so fucking stupid. The signs were so clear, i could've helped you." He wipes the tears off your cheeks. "But i'm gonna help you now baby." "I can't Matt" "we're gonna do it together okay? Step by step, Y/n. We'll be just fine"

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IGNITED SOULS ⍟ JAKE WEBBER

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. your childhood best friend introduces you to more than just learning how to shotgun smoke.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. yes, you can find it here.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. SMUT ! innocent!reader, smoking [marijuana], foreplay [oral f!receiving, fingering], edging [if you squint], unprotected sex !?, loss of virginity, non-established relationship, best friends to lovers trope.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i got carried away writing this but this has to be one of my favorites ive ever written.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 4.8k

you and your best friend have always been opposite each other. you liked things like school, reading, and learning … but he was the more street-smart type not book-smart like yourself.

you didn’t go to parties or really have many friends, it was just jake — and you were okay with it being that way.

you and jake were just fine by yourselves. you liked each others company more than you liked anyone else’s. jake liked to party but he’d miss a party if it meant spending time with you. so, you and your childhood best friend were currently laying in bed together watching a movie when he spoke up. “wanna get high?” he turned to you propped up on his elbow.

you nodded agreeing with his idea. one thing you admit you had taken a liking toward was smoking. it really helped with how anxious you had become because of high school and jake knew that. when he offered to teach you how to smoke he was hesitant, not wanting to think he was a bad influence on you but then he realized it could do good for you sometimes.

jake brought everything out for you two passing you the rolling tray and sheet of paper. it was like clockwork. jake took the grinder taking the earthy substance that filled the air with the aroma. the rhythmic crunch of jake’s work filling the air before he passed it to you so that you could pool it in the center of the paper and roll it in place. as you did the final seal and twist of it jake smiled leaning back against the headboard.

he took the tin and rolling tray placing it back where he got it from before grabbing his lighter. you passed the blunt over to him so he could light it up. the lighter sparked, briefly illuminating jake’s face before it connected with the end catching on fire.

jake slowly inhaled holding the smoke for a moment then leaning back and blowing it out into the air. he sighed as he looked lazily at you placing it between your fingers as you reached out.

you grinned, taking the blunt into your own hands. you both sat there as you took a hit, knees touching as the faint glow illuminated your face for a split second. you inhaled deeply holding it just as jake taught you to before a swirl of smoke was exhaled out of your mouth. you sighed softly feeling relief.

you both continued those actions repeatedly as the haze of the smoke began to thicken. the silence in the room, comfortable and not at all awkward. it was calm. your most favorite part of the day.

the movie played softly in the background when a thought crossed your mind. “you know… ever since i started smoking, i’ve always wanted to try shotgunning the smoke.” your voice casual but carrying a hint of something else jake couldn’t help but notice.

jake paused as he was mid-inhale blowing out the smoke immediately almost coughing. “shotgunning? like.. blowing the smoke into someone’s mouth?” the smoke flowed between his lips as he spoke.

you nodded with a small smile playing on your lips. “i mean yeah, i’ve seen it be done in movies and shows you know and well, i kinda thought it would be fun to try.” you shrugged, trying not to be so … nervous.

jake laughed lowly his head tilting back slightly. “i mean sure, yeah i get it. uh… but you sure? i mean… it’s me.”

you rolled your eyes grabbing the blunt from his fingers and taking a hit. “yeah, i mean i trust you the most. you’re my best friend.”

jake nodded, feeling internally nervous for some reason. “yeah…” his heart was thudding in his chest but he continued to show a tough front. “you uh… you wanna do it now?”

your heart jumped. now? yes now. you nodded passing him the blunt. “yeah, it should be pretty easy right? um… you blow it into my mouth.”

he nodded bringing the blunt to his lips facing you. “okay, ready?”

you took a deep breath and nodded. you watched as he took another drag from the blunt, the flare of the tip lighting up both your faces as you leaned closer wanting to be prepared.

he exhaled slowly leaning closer, centimeters apart — the smoke streaming toward you. you leaned further in but not quite close enough causing jake to pull you by the waist so you didn't fail. your faces closer than ever before now jake continued his actions — and let the smoke pass your lips.

in that moment, the world seemed to stop spinning. the space between you both feeling euphoric as the smoke continued to pass through — both your breathing mingling in between.

you felt butterflies in your stomach as he pulled away slightly. “that.. was.” you whispered softly then smiled trying not to make it awkward. “cool.”

he gulped mumbling. “yeah…” his gaze was lingering on your lips for a moment, tension filling the room. “really cool.”

you didn’t realize that line of friendship could be blurred but when you felt it was you didn’t know what to do. all you did was grab the blunt from his fingers and continue to smoke it to try to defuse the tension of the situation.

you put your attention on the movie playing now even though you had no idea was was going on.

multiple minutes passed before there was a scene in the movie that made everything even more awkward. they were in the car sharing a soft and passionate kiss. they too looked like that environment was new to them.

another thought crossed your mind as the tv flickered across the room. you bit your cheek before speaking very quietly. “i’ve never had my first kiss.”

your confession lingered in the air when jake’s eyes widened slightly. he turned toward you. “wait really?” his voice softer than usual. his voice was always soft speaking to you… not rough like how he spoke to others but this time … it was way different.

you looked down shyly, your gaze fixed on your lap as you fiddled with the strings of your hoodie. “yeah.. never.”

jake blinked slowly still trying to process the information. “i mean … i just thought you would’ve…” he trailed off not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. “it’s not a bad thing though. i was just surprised.”

your cheeks flushed thinking about how jake most likely has kissed a girl. “i guess i'm just falling behind? i don’t know. everyone else has and i haven’t even tried.” you hesitated before speaking once more. “even if… i just wouldn’t even know how.”

jake swallowed harshly getting a hint of what you were implying but choosing to ignore it. “it isn’t weird…” he said carefully, thinking of how beautiful you were. “i mean you’re—” he stopped himself from saying what was on his mind.

you fiddled with your fingers before looking at him and then away. “would you… maybe teach me?”

his breathing hitched. “m-me?” he was confused at why you asked him. “i… are you sure?”

you nodded trying to seem confident even though your hands were shaking. “you’re my best friend. like i said earlier i trust you with everything. it’s… it’s only a kiss right?” the question was more to convince yourself. he noticed the way your voice faltered and the way you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. you were extremely nervous. he thought to himself.

he let out a deep exhale as he thought for a few seconds then nodded. “okay, if you’re sure.”

you smiled lightly. “positive.” you were still resting on your knees as he was still sitting back against the headboard.

a silence rested between you both before he turned slightly toward you and you moved closer toward him. your legs were practically touching as he finally settled on a good spot where you could lean forward comfortably.

your heart was beating out of your chest as he began to lean forward. his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. you felt he could practically hear your heart beat as he got closer and closer. you stayed perfectly still feeling frozen. oh my gosh, i’m about to kiss my best friend, you thought to yourself. eyes widening a bit before fluttering closed as you felt his breath against your lips.

when your lips finally met, it was soft and unsure. a very hesitant touch that you weren't sure you could handle. there was no movement as very few seconds passed. he pulled away looking at you for approval. “was that okay?” he whispered, still so close to you.

you blinked slowly mesmerized by him and nodded. “yeah.” your voice was breathless as your lips stayed parted.

“d’ya wanna try again?” he questioned, hesitantly and unsteadily.

your nod was smaller this time somehow becoming even more shy than before. you knew you wanted more. you wanted more than just a peck, that’s what made you so nervous. what if.. if you didn’t want to stop?

regardless, this time you leaned in feeling hypnotized. he understood the cue and met your lips in the middle, his left hand resting on your cheek. this time your lips molded rather than just touched. it was euphoric.

this kiss was different. way different. it was longer, deeper — impossible to pull away from. your fingers experimentally touched his arm needing to gain balance as you found yourself pushing against him a bit harsher — neither of you realizing that you had been instead sitting on your knees, kneeling on the bed making yourself a bit taller than him.

the kiss kept going to the point where you placed your hands on his shoulders as his hands went to your hips helping you straddle him. you could taste the remaining flavor of the marijuana you smoked prior on his tongue.

the time felt slow as if the rest of the world stopped. you kept sensing that feeling as your breaths mingled together.

when you both finally pulled away he swore he could hear a tiny whimper come from your mouth. “fuck — you’re so…” he couldn’t finish his sentence feeling himself become stiff in his pants.

you noticed and found yourself mindlessly grinding on him, your actions eliciting a moan to escape his lips. you stopped, “m’sorry. m’so sorry.” you apologized.

he shook his head leaning his head back against the wall as he tried to control his breathing. “n-no. don’t be… it feels — feels really good.”

you took those words and ran with them as you then picked up your actions once more grinding your center over his hard-on. like jake, you moaned at the sensation it brought you.

he pressed his lips together trying to stifle his moans but decided he would do better with your lips on his so he pulled you by your neck to connect them once again.

you gasped at the sudden move, still mindlessly grinding over him. the kiss was no longer hesitant at all. it was passionate and fast-paced — like you both have been holding it in for so long. it held a deeper intensity.

his hand went from cupping your cheek to your jaw then your neck squeezing slightly. you don’t know what about it turned you on but it did.

your fingers gripped the collar of his shirt tilting your head to gain more access and wanting to deepen the kiss. his hand then moved from your neck to your face along with his other hand wanting to memorize how soft you felt, how gentle.

your movement felt so natural like this is what was meant to happen. your hearts were racing so fast they felt they might burst. every second his warm lips were on yours was another second you were grateful that you were put on this earth.

how long have you felt this way? you didn’t know but you knew it didn’t just come out of nowhere. you’ve felt like this for a while but somehow some way those feelings were buried inside.

later on, his hands found themselves on your waist pulling you harshly so that you were grinding harder on him. he let out short breaths and low groans loving that feeling of your clothed centers rubbing against each other. the space in between you guys disappearing by the second.

your nervousness was completely gone and replaced by something you’ve never experienced before. you felt so helpless and uncomfortable down where your centers were colliding and you wanted to fix it. you wanted to satisfy and pleasure it. you wanted him to satisfy and pleasure you.

in that moment you found your hands clutching at the collar of his shirt desperately — more than before. jake pulled his lips off yours causing you to lean forward but he placed a hand on your shoulder.

confused you opened your eyes looking at his flushed cheeks and pink lips. “yn..” his voice spoke up, low and rough.

you didn’t respond with words. only by wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

he found himself lost in you once more before he snapped out of it. he pulled away once again leaving you breathless snd needy. “yn…” he whined, his voice still low and raspy. “i… we… fuck.” he stuttered, unsure of what to say.

you felt his hardness beneath you desperately wanting him inside you. “i want you, jake.” your hands found themselves back on his shirt fiddling with his collar.

he was hesitant. “i… we can’t. you’re my best friend i don’t want to ruin things and… i don’t have anything. shit…” he groaned, the words you spoke making him want you even more.

you hesitated but at the moment just didn’t care. “jake… i want to do this with you more than anyone else…” you both were so close to each other, it was like a dream “and also i’ve been on birth control since sophomore year… it’s okay.”

he seemed conflicted so you quickly wanted to reassure him. “if you don’t want to i understand, i promise. i don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

silence filled the room as he thought about everything that happened in the past minute. he looked at your lips then your eyes exhaling quickly before speaking. “fuck it.”

his lips crashed into yours harshly and strongly. he wrapped his left arm around your waist laying you on your back. the make out going from 0 to 100 in milliseconds.

it hadn’t even been a minute before he was taking off his shirt. when he made eye contact with you he saw the panic in your eyes. “i’ll be gentle for you. i promise.” he caressed your cheek earning a soft nod from you.

after kissing your lips for a few seconds he pulled away pulling up your sweatshirt. you knew what he was trying to do and lifted up your arms to make it easier for him. a few seconds later it was off and his lips were on your neck.

your head was thrown back against the sheets while jake’s hand was roaming your body and the other was propping himself up. one of your hands made their home in jake’s hair just loving the way his lips peppered kisses on your skin.

further, he started lifting up your t-shirt and brought his lips lower. he was kissing your stomach the sensation surreal. you’ve never been kissed anywhere… so feeling how you felt now — it was unbelievable.

you let out a small sound egging jake on causing his right hand to start lifting up your shirt more and more fully removing it and revealing the daintiest white bra. jake noticed how you avoided eye contact and how your hands retreated back to your sides at the feeling of being exposed in front of him.

he grabbed your hands moving them away continuing to look at your body. “you’re so fucking beautiful yn.” he said before leaning down and kissing all over your chest. “most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen.”

those words reassured you bringing a small smile on your lips.

following those kisses jake began to trail his fingers lower and lower to where you felt you craved touch the most. jake was no stranger to intimacy but with you he felt so nervous. he wanted to be good for you — he wanted to be the best for you.

his hands made their way to the waistband of your sweats starting to pull them down. your breathing hitched before calming yourself down. you kept telling yourself, you can do it.

you lifted up your legs so he was able to pull them off your body leaving you in your underwear and t-shirt. he slowly made his way down your body his lips following his trail.

goosebumps came to the surface of where he touched your delicate skin bringing shivers to you. you looked down propping yourself up on your elbows. he kissed your stomach, then hips, then all the way to your most intimate area.

you gently trailed across the waistband of them, loving how pretty and dainty they were. the way they showcased those tiny bows that he found so adorable. he was fighting the urge to just rip off your underwear right now. alternatively, he looked up kissing above your waistband before speaking, “gonna let me take these off?”

you took in a shaky breath. “i…”

he rubbed your upper thigh. “promise… i’ll make you feel so good. if you want me to stop i’ll stop but if you want me to keep going, i swear ill make you feel good. i’ll do anything to make you feel good.”

his words reassured you instantly, showing how much trust you actually had in him. you nodded. “okay." you took a deep breath. "yes, you can.”

he nodded rather quickly beginning to tug them down revealing what he’d been craving. he just wanted one taste… to get you wet enough so that the whole thing would be easier and more comfortable for you.

your underwear was taken off and thrown to the side revealing that pretty pussy that hadn’t been shown to anyone and now he was the one that would be able to pleasure you for the first time. he wanted to make it unforgettable.

he parted your thighs with his hands looking up at you for approval. your eyebrows were furrowed just thinking about how it would feel but your imagination didn’t even come close.

jake used his fingers to part your lower lips and took one small lick. your lips separated feeling that tiny ounce of pleasure. your breathing was still level but was speeding up slightly. you then felt another lick, harsher than the first. then, you felt his lips wrap around you sucking as he groaned against them eliciting a tiny whimper from you. “oh my fuck…” you cursed, the pleasure you received insanely unreal.

the noises you made spurred jake on to keep his actions up. he made sure to put his tongue to action flicking your most sensitive part causing you to go feral.

you couldn’t keep your eyes open allowing them to flutter closed at the sensation. you bit your lip reluctantly allowing your head to fall back against the bed. your hand found its way to his fluffy hair gripping it harshly as he kept his actions going.

he groaned against you, the vibrations sending a shock up your body. you couldn’t… it was so much all at once. it felt so good. “yes… mph.” you groaned with a clenched jaw.

jake smiled against your pussy. “does it feel good?” he questioned getting no response from you as you were in your own little world. “yn.” he spoke louder catching your attention. “c’mon, tell me. does it feel good?” his eyes made eye contact with yours.

you nodded quickly. “yes jake.” your mouth was agape looking at how he completely devoured you. “so so good… holy shit i feel — i feel…” you couldn’t finish your sentence as your thighs started to shake.

jake knew if he kept it up you would cum on his tongue but he found the will to stop. as soon as that pleasure was ripped away from you your head shot up. “why… why’d you stop?” you choked out.

jake leaned up kneeling on the bed in front of you tugging down his sweats. “want you to cum on my cock.” his tone was hoarse as he felt the sweats he was wearing tight on his waist. he got off the bed pulling them down along with his boxers not realizing this would be the first time his best friend would see him vulnerable like that but he didn’t care.

he just wanted you. he’s been wanting you.

he kicked off his boxers climbing back on the bed in front of you. your eyes widened at his size. “oh God…” you gulped. “how… how is that… jake—” you cut yourself off.

he pumped himself noticing you started to panic. he leaned down over you trying to reassure you. “hey… hey it’ll be okay. i’ll go slow i promise. i…” he bit his cheek. “we don’t have to do this yn. we don’t…” he shook his head with furrowed brows genuinely worried about how you’re feeling.

you looked him in the eyes seeing his intentions, how he was worried for you, how he wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible. you closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down. it will be okay.

you slowly nodded lying back down staring at the ceiling. “okay..” you whispered to yourself. jake leaned more over you wanting to know what was going on inside your head. you looked him in the eyes noticing the worried look on his face. “you’ll go slow?”

he nodded searching your face. “i’ll go slow, i promise.”

after a few moments of silence you nodded grabbing onto his shoulders. “okay i’m ready. just… just do it.” your eyes were shut tight afraid of what was to come.

jake didn’t like that.

“please, look at me.” he begged. you made a tiny noise before opening your eyes. “just keep your eyes on me, yeah? it’ll be okay” you had no idea why you were so nervous but reluctantly you nodded trying your best to keep eye contact with him.

jake nodded eyes moving in between yours looking down quickly to line himself up. you felt his tip touch your clit then lower slightly nudging your entrance. he shifted a bit pushing slightly to make sure he was doing okay before he looked back up at you. “going slow, baby. going slow.” the pet name genuinely calming you down.

you nodded showing you were understanding. it felt like your breath was getting knocked out of you as he entered slowly — so tortuously slow.

then you felt the sting. you couldn’t speak… couldn’t do anything but grunt, clench your jaw, and lean your head back as he pushed further in. you squeezed his shoulders before feeling tears prickle in your eyes. finally, you were able to utter something. “jake…” you groaned your mouth opened wide but nothing, only tiny whimpers of pain coming out.

“m’sorry… sorry i’m going slow im going slow. almost there baby almost there. you can tell me to stop.” he repeated in panic. he hated seeing you in pain especially when all he was experiencing was pleasure. “fuck..” he groaned trying to hold himself back.

you whined and whined before jake decided impulsively to just do anything to distract you. he placed his lips on yours softly allowing you to start kissing him back first. when you did he kissed sensually and slowly, not like earlier. it was soft and passionate as he pushed in further and further.

you still felt the immense sting as he stretched you out but it wasn’t as bad when his lips were on yours. you didn’t even notice that he had pushed all the way in before he pulled away. “i’m in.” he said breathlessly, the veins in his neck prominently popping out.

you look down at your centers connected before resting your head back. “feel so… full.” you groaned, still feeling that sting. the worst was over though. you thought. you decided to move your hands more towards jake’s neck as you moved your legs further apart. “you can move jake.”

he raised his brows. “are you sure? i can… i can wait.” he cleared his throat. you nodded with a verbal yes not wanting to be still for much longer. he took a deep breath. “okay… okay. m’gonna move.” he agreed before pulling out slowly and pushing back in.

you groaned, feeling that sting you thought was gone but it was less uncomfortable. he repeated his actions again and again and each time the sting slowly simmered. still there, but not as strong. your head tilted back as one particular thrust reached deeper inside you making you a strange sensation.

jake found his lips on your neck kissing gently as he fucked you slowly. he was holding back the urge to cum wanting you to reach that peak first. his groans sent butterflies in your stomach.

you opened your eyes looking down at you both once more not getting enough of just watching him disappear inside you over and over again.

you were at the point now where you were starting to feel extreme pleasure. that feeling of him stretching you out over and over again. you couldn’t get enough. “y-you can move faster.” you gasped clutching jake’s shoulders.

he groaned shortly gulping trying to keep himself from falling apart. “you sure? don’t wanna hurt you..” his mouth was open at the pleasure he was receiving as well.

you nodded. “please… please.” you moaned as he hit that same spot inside you. “fuck — feels so good please just — just need more.”

breathing heavily jake obliged moving faster carefully looking at your face to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable in any way only to find the opposite. your jaw was slack as he picked up his pace, your forehead sweaty, and tiny little whimpers and moans escaped your mouth. it was heaven on earth for jake.

he took that as his sign to move faster and faster, nothing but the sound of your skin slapping together and the movie playing in the background. your hands moved to his back trying to grasp anything as his thrusts became relentless. you still felt that simmer of pain but somehow it didn’t bother you in the moment. all you felt was that repeated nudge inside you over and over causing your stomach to tighten.

jake felt you clench around him. “fuck yn — are you… are you gonna cum? i’m really close, please. just… just give it to me.”

you pressed your lips together as you cried out feeling yourself contort in pleasure. you ended up clutching onto jake harshly leaving scratches that you were sure drew a bit of blood. your back arched as you fell apart beneath him.

a few seconds later, jake followed you. his thrusts staggered before he went still finishing deep inside you coating your walls. his head dropped onto your shoulder as he let out a loud groan.

the silence in the room was comfortable afterward. the air electrified by what occurred.

jake lifted his head up and gazed down at you with tender eyes as his heart was still racing. he hoped it was everything you imagined.

you looked up at him with the same intensity refusing to believe what actually happened. many emotions rushed through you before you smiled lightly.

he reached out brushing the hair out of your face. “you okay?” his voice was quiet, comfortably whispering.

you nodded your smile growing wider a quiet laugh escaping your lips. in that moment you felt like you both were in sync. “yeah.”

he let out a sigh in relief. “was i okay?”

you fought the urge to laugh once more. “more than okay.” your hands were still wrapped around him. “thank you.”

his eyebrows furrowed. “for?”

“for being gentle and patient with me.” you said quietly.

a look crossed over his face that you didn’t recognize. “you don’t have to thank me. i care about you yn… a lot.” he said, barely above a whisper.

you fought the urge to tear up as he said that. “i care about you too.”

in that moment, you realized you felt more and wanted more than just a friendship.

as if jake heard your thoughts, he slowly leaned down and connected your lips in a soft kiss.

© slxtarchive

[quinnynation]

ermmmm dating jake headcanons :) pls

- 🪐

dating jake webber ᯓᡣ𐭩 headcannons

pairing : boyfriend!jake webber x girlfriend!reader [no smut]

divider credit : pics from pinterest, spider web divider from @strangergraphics

🃏 loud laughs, plenty of gifts and loving stares

🍒 LOVES spoiling you, like it gets to a point where you start being mildly concerned for his bank account

🎱 "i need a new couch..." *opening wayfair*

🎸 not necessarily shy but...nervous? in a way?

🃏 like trust you KNOW he loves you, he's just gets anxious that he's not loving you properly/right, yk?

🍒 "you like going on dates...right?" "...yes?" "oh thank god"

🎱 the fans like making fake beef edits of you and johnnie

🎸 "don't talk to my man" "YOUR MAN??"

🃏 sucker for sleepy makeout sessions tbh

🍒 WILL repost every edit of you on his fyp

🎱 steals a bite/sip from your meal/drink everytime

🎸 "poison check!"

a/n : incase it isn't clear, jake's text is bold red, johnnie's text is regular red and readers text is plain jane

[quinnysnursery]

[🥀] texts with little!jake webber

pairing : little!jake x fem!cg!reader

a/n : my content desperately need more little!jake content on my page

taglist !! :

@babybatxxx @mattssturnz @littlestar44 @graceslittlecorner @zivall @hrtz4alex2211 @bimbob1tch @sturnsxplr-25 @cherry-red-heart @pr3ttyf4wn @frlinbruh @jazminepetit-homme @raynaaxx @tyummyz

[sh4wty18]

fanfic of jake where reader and him are dating but no one knows until a fan spots them in public one night and posted it on instagram. Then people start talking about how obvious jake and reader made it in the videos and everybody just loves them. can be smut or not, i don’t care!!

everybody talks.

pairing: jake webber x reader.

summary: a little different from the request, but same general idea. no smut.

cw: light angst to fluff, language, nothing else!

word count: tbd + not proofread lol

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jnjluvr12 i saw jake and y/n walking from somewhere to a 7/11 near my neighborhood last night!! the pic is blurry but plz trust me that it’s them. i went into the 7/11 after and saw them kiss🫣🫣

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jakes.noname i believe u i mean we all know they’re tg lmao

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forwebbersss omg theyre so cute whatttt i hope they go public soon

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ynluvbot_ they’re so cute but u should prob delete this. if they haven’t told us about their relationship they probably don’t want pics of them leaked on insta😭

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“Shit,” you breathe out as you see the post someone had made on instagram, completely exposing your and Jake’s relationship.

You screenshot the post, texting it to Jake with the message have u seen this??

He responds almost immediately, yes and im coming over <33

You roll over in your bed, fully prepared to doom scroll and read every single comment on the post until your boyfriend arrives at your place.

That is until he texts you, you better not be doom scrolling when i get there lol

You smile, tossing your phone to the side and folding your arms across your chest, staring up at the ceiling in a quite uncomfortable silence. Thoughts cloud your mind, spinning out of control about what people would think. How did that fan find you? Were you really that obvious? Would this make it easier for more pictures of the two of you to be leaked? But most importantly, was Jake okay?

You’d seen how people reacted to his previous flings. But you weren’t a fling. You were the real deal. And that made you both even more vulnerable. This wasn’t the first time his potential relationship status had gotten leaked by fans. You scoff, some fans they were. You couldn’t help but feel an ache in your chest that Jake had to suffer through this fate again. Another part of you couldn’t help but wonder, was being with you even worth it?

Suddenly you hear a knock at the door to your apartment. You smile at the thought of Jake respecting you enough to knock first, even though you’d given each other copy keys months ago. You roll out of bed and open the front door, and immediately you are met with your boyfriend scooping you into his arms.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and he holds you stable, one arm tightly wrapped behind your lower back, and the other on your ass. He kisses you, kicking the door shut behind him as he carries you down the hall and back into your bedroom. He sets you down, allowing you to get comfortable in bed, cozied up under piles of blankets. Then, he climbs into bed after you, opening his arms to you so that you can lay on top of him. You rest your head against his chest and listen to the beat of his heart. It calms you. It always does.

He softly traces lines across your back in the comforting way he does when he knows you’re anxious. “You okay, baby?” he asks in a hushed tone.

“No,” you whisper, fighting the tears that threaten to drip onto his t-shirt. “It’s always something. Why can’t they just let us be happy? Let you be happy?”

Jake swallows, fighting the lump that’s forming in his own throat. “I don’t know…” he trails off for a second. “This is how it always is. I guess… it’s just part of the job.”

“Our relationship was supposed to be public when we wanted it to be, not when some random person decided it should be. It’s not fair. It’s like they forget that we’re people too.” You let the tears start to run, it was no use trying to ward them off anymore.

“Hey, the picture doesn’t even show our faces. We could say it’s fake, or deny it. Or we could just ignore it.” Jake tries to comfort you but it’s no use. He kisses the top of your head and holds you tighter.

“You don’t deserve this, you’ve been through enough. Maybe… us getting together was—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Y/n,” he stops rubbing your back and sits you both up so you’re facing each other. He reaches out and grabs your face in both of his hands. “Being with you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. They could never make me think we’re a mistake. You’re not a mistake. Okay?” He shakes you lightly, wanting to make sure you really take in what he’s saying. “What if instead of ignoring it we just confirm their suspicions?” A grin teases the corner of his mouth, and your eyes flick up to meet his gaze.

“No. No, Jake, you wanted us to be private. And I respect that because of your past. You shouldn’t be forced to go public because of this bullshit!”

“Baby, you’re not hearing me.” He pecks you on the mouth, you were always ever the overthinker. “I want us to be public for us. Not for them. I’m proud to call you my girlfriend. Going public now is taking back the power. Taking control before they can go digging for more ‘proof’ that we’re together. Half of them already think we’re dating anyway!”

“What if they hate us?” you ask nervously. Even though your heart is nearly beating out of your chest with excitement. This is all you’ve ever wanted.

Jake scoffs, “Fuck them!”

You giggle, before lunging into his arms again. He practically flies back from the sheer force of you, landing roughly into the pile of pillows behind his head. His arms wrap around you and yours around him, as if you’re trying to tie your souls together from the outside in. Your lips graze across his cheek, down his jawline and chin, until you finally make contact with his mouth. His cold piercings press into your lips as you kiss him sloppily, one hand tangling into his dark, dye-damaged hair. He rolls on top of you, propping himself up on one hand as he stares down at you, his beautiful girl.

“I love you,” he says. “I always will.”

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[nicksbestie]

Hey Pooks, I have another self-indulgent request…

I’m coming up on a year clean of SH, there’s no way I could have gotten this far without my friends. I was curious if you could write a fic about Jake/Johnnie either helping the reader during the healing process or celebrating her accomplishments during recovery.

I’m sure that you have a lot of requests at the moment, but I absolutely adore your work.

-🫠

Recovery - Jake Webber

Summary : Recovery is an incredibly hard process, but your best support system are your friends <3

Pairing : Jake Webber/Reader (platonic)

Warnings : mentions of self harm, read at your own discretion!!!!

Word Count : 829

A/N : this was such a heartwarming request :( i'm so proud of you anon!!! as someone coming up on two years of being sh-free next week, i know firsthand how difficult this can be!! you're doing great, keep going!!! <3 to anyone struggling or needing someone to talk to, my anon box is always open, and so are my dms. you're never alone!!

Addiction is so difficult. It is arguably one of the hardest things that a human can go through. And with that, recovery becomes nearly impossible in a lot of cases. 

You had been struggling with a self harming addiction for a long time, and had finally gotten onto the stable path of recovery. You knew firsthand just how difficult this was, and had fallen into many relapses before you had gotten to the point that you were at right now. If someone had told you a couple of years ago that you would be here, right now, you probably would’ve laughed in their face. 

You knew there was no way that you could’ve gotten to the point that you were at now without your closest friends. They had been your support system through everything, not turning away or ever making you feel bad about it when you had been deep in addiction. They had always been caring and loving, making sure that they were there whenever you needed or asked them to be.

You could think of so many times off of the top of your head when they had genuinely be the best people in your life. Your family wasn’t incredibly supportive, blaming you more than anything else, so that had left you with just your friends. Grateful didn’t even come close to covering how you felt for them. 

There had been a time when you had been relapsing, badly, and trying to hide it, feeling that there was the chance of your friends being upset with you, the anxiety and shame of what you’d done completely clouding your judgment. In your panic, you’d forgotten that Jake was due to be coming over that afternoon, and when he let himself in, you freaked out.

However, instead of the angry reaction that you had been anxiously expecting, Jake had been gentle, kind, and overall more than you had ever hoped for. You’d never had someone sit down with you, letting you cry your feelings out, and help you clean up. He sat in the bathroom with you, keeping gentle pressure on your wounds, halfway hugging you in between adjusting his hold, and making sure that you were sitting steady. He’d gently helped you bandage up the cuts, making sure that all of them were clean.

His hands, despite being large, were incredibly accurate and soft. You didn’t feel any excessive pain, but that may have been due to how out of it you were. You’d stopped crying by this point, but you were now exhausted, and didn’t feel good. Jake cleaned up the blood with no complaints, waving you off when you tried to help him. After that, he had pulled you into another hug, before gently settling you on the couch, cuddling with you for a while and making sure you ate something.

He refused to leave your side for many days after that. He stayed next to you, making sure that you were aways comfortable, had something to eat and drink, and took your meds, because he could tell that you hadn’t been taking them. He ordered food whenever you needed some, and never made you do more than lifting a finger to do anything. He had been your biggest supporter for years, but this week really brought the two of you even closer than you had ever thought you would be.

There had been another time where you had called him over, desperate for someone to distract you, and you swear he had never driven his car faster. He had stayed on the phone with you the entire time, getting there as quickly as possible, and had wrapped his arms around you, sitting with you to make sure you couldn’t do anything drastic. There were a ton of days that you would swear he saved your life, and both of those incidents fell under those days.

So that lead you to now, tears on your waterline, threatening to fall as you stood inside your front door, seeing a large balloon blown up in the shape of a “1” in your kitchen, Jake standing there with a huge smile on his face and a cake. He had promised you months ago that he was going to celebrate your year anniversary of being clean when you got there, but you hadn’t thought you would ever get there. You hadn’t thought that he would remember either, so you were shocked when you walked in to this. 

He immediately hugged you, making sure you didn’t cry, and began to cut the cake. It had “One Year!” written on it in curly red icing, and he passed it to you with a small card. It had his scrawly handwriting on the inside of it.

“I’m so proud of you!! One year down, many to go. You’re incredible.”

You had a huge smile on your face by this point, incredibly proud of yourself as well. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

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[audr3yyyyy]

hiiiiii can i request a jake enemies to lovers fic? like reader is friends with tara and carrington but always “hated” jake for some reason, and he doesn’t like her either. i put “hated” in quotes bc they don’t actually hate each other, they just never got along and find each other annoying but you know… there’s always also been sexual tension. and it could start out really angsty but escalate into them having an argument that ends with them hooking up / realizing they’re attracted to each other. doesn’t have to be smut if u don’t want it to, idk you can really do whatever you want but ik ur rules said to be specific hehe :) IF YOU DO THIS ILL BE SO EXCITED WE NEED MORE JAKE CONTENT ON THIS APP I FEEL LIKE IM ONE OF THE MAIN JAKE WRITERS AND THERE NEEDS TO BE MOREEEE !!!!

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who's gonna get fucked first? (pt.1)

MDNI 18+ enemies to lovers, fem!reader, little angst, jake and reader being rude but they don't mean it, forced proximity, 'betting on a hookup' trope (super wattpad, ik leave me alone) secondary pov of carrington & jonhnnie is split up with the pink dividers !!!! *not proofread sry, it's late :3

maybe you were the biggest hypocrite alive. for months you've verbalized your severe disliking for jake ― a mutual "friend" of yours through carrington. heavy on the quotes.....you wouldn't exactly call him a friend. he made your blood boil sometimes and you weren't quiet about it. but to be fair, neither was he. you were certain he hated you just as much as you hated him. his little glares, scoffs, and insults were fucking constant. god, the amount of times you've threatened to run him over with his own tesla.....too may to count. he had this innate ability of knowing just how to get under your skin and it makes you to strangle him ― which you probably could, if only you could reach him. he was stupidly tall and you hated it. you hated his stupid long, muscular arms littered with dumb tattoos. his stupid black hair and how it looked all wet at the last pool party he threw. how easily he picked you up and tossed you into the water at said party, as if you weighed nothing. you were so mad when he did that, but he just laughed and pointed like a dumbass. what you hated the most, though, was how many little things you "hated" and how they seem to never leave your brain. you'd never tell anyone, but you've had dreams about him. they're never too long or detailed, but lewd nature of them is enough for you to wake up in a cold sweat, shaky and confused.

unfortunately, with sharing the same friend group and being around him constantly, you haven't really had time to figure this whole ordeal out. you'd planned to sweep it under the rug, continuing to hate him and the match the energy he gave you, but it seems as though carrington and johnnie have other plans for you two.

"i told you guys, i can go get the food. i don't mind." you practically beg them as carrington grabs his keys and johnnie slips his boots on.

carrington shakes his head, placing his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you back to your seat on the couch next to jake. "no, no, no. nice try, you're not getting out of this." he cracks a satisfied grin at how closely you sit next to jake. "see! that wasn't hard, huh? you two don't always have to be trying to kill each other, you can get along and be happy! that's all we want!" carrington beams ecstatically, nudging johnnie to chime in.

johnnie jolts back from the force of carrington's nudge, "ow-but yeah he's right. and also i just want this whole bullshit to be over. it's honestly really annoying to have to break up your arguments all the time. and i don't like confrontation, it stresses me out."

"well, there wouldn't be any argument's if y/n wasn't always trying to pick a fight with me." jake quips, reaching forward for a redbull from the center table.

you immediately frown at his words, "i'm the one that picks fights? oh, that's fucking rich. you're the one always making me the butt of every joke and attacking every little thing that i do."

carrington steps in, interrupting jake before he can get a word out, "well, okay! we're gonna leave you guys to it. this is good a start, sort letting it all out ― i like it. we'll be back with the food and drinks in an hour or so, which means you have plenty of time to squash whatever this is, yeah?" he slowly steps back towards the front door, speaking calmly, as if the wrong tone will set you two off completely.

johnnie nods along, following carrington, "just please don't actually kill each other."

jake laughs a little at how genuinely scared johnnie is, "johnnie, we're not gonna kill each other, calm down. we're just gonna talk, like carrington said."

"yay, i can't wait." you deadpan, sarcastically.

"that's the spirit! i believe in you!" carrington cheers, swinging the door open and leaving alongside johnnie.

the minute the door shuts, the room falls dead silent. the air is thick and, for some reason, your heart starts to beat quicker. jake clears his throat and adjusts his position on the couch, facing you more now.

"if this is about throwing you into the pool, then-"

"yeah, that was a dick move..." you say flatly, avoiding his eyes and keeping them on what little space there was between you two. "i'm gonna have water in my ears till christmas...."

jake stifles a laugh, trying to keep his face neutral, "you were being a buzzkill, i had to lighten up the mood! the whole party you were hiding around and being weird. i thought maybe you just needed to loosen up." he shrugs, taking a swig of his drink.

"loosen up?" you squint your eyes at him, unhappy with his choice of wording.

"yeah, you heard him. sometimes....most of the time," he corrects himself, "you kind of have a stick up your ass."

your frown grows deeper and you scoff at him, "wow."

"what??? is that so wrong to say? it's fucking true! look, i don't know what or when, but i must of done something for you to always avoid me. and when you're not avoiding me, you're bitching about something. i don't get it!" jake's voice starts to rise, visibly becoming upset.

"okay, don't act like you haven't been shitty too. always picking on me and embarrassing me. you make me feel so fucking stupid all the time, jake, and it drives me crazy!" it was your turn to raise your voice, albeit a little uneven. your face started to feel hot and, suddenly, you were all too aware of the veins on his forearms as he scratched the back of his neck. wait....

"uh, maybe i should text jake to see how it's going." johnnie sighs in the passenger seat, digging for his phone from his pocket while carrington drives.

"dude, we're not even out of the neighborhood yet, no. give it time, i'm sure they're just fine." carrington says suggestively, trying to contain a smirk.

"why are you talking like that? you're scaring me." jonhnnie puts his phone back away.

"oh, c'mon. i thought it was super obvious." carrington's eyes flick between johnnie and the road, seeing if johnnie is understanding.

"what do you mean?"

carrington laughs at johnnie's oblivion, "jake and y/n want to fuck each other." he states bluntly.

"WHAT?" johnnie yells,"no they don't, they definitely don't. you've seen how they bicker, right? she threatened to run him over! remember that?"

"nah, it's textbook enemies to lovers, trust me. it's like the shit on tumblr with the sexual tension and stuff."

"jesus christ, do you even hear yourself right now? you sound insane. if they wanted to fuck each other so bad, then why are they so mean to each other?"

"because, dude, think about it. first of all, they both have huge egos and don't like to admit shit, even if it's true. second of all, they're, like, never alone just the two of them.....until now, of course."

johnnie puts his hands out in front of him for some kind of mental stability, "wait, wait, slow down....you planned this didn't you? is that why you ordered pizza from another fucking area code and didn't let y/n pick it up?"

"guilty." carrington admits, switching lanes.

"you scare me."

"hey! you said it yourself, the bullshit bickering is getting old. so, if this is what it takes to end it then, what's little time out of the house, huh?" carrington aggressively judges johnnie again.

"ow-okay, but what are the odds they actually hookup? like, if we're being realistic here. because, honestly, i don't think they're gonna."

carrington hums, checking the directions on his phone at the red light. he's quiet for a moment, clearly scheming, before the light turns green and finally speaks confidently,"wanna bet?"

sooooo smutty part 2 or what?

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[teapartyprincess4two]

Call Out My Name- J. Webber

pairing: OFcreator!reader x CoStar!Jake

classification: angst, smut

inspiration: request1, request2, Call Out My Name by The Weeknd

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, mention of online sex work, use of y/n, jealousy, slight cursing, Daddy kink, arguing, possessive!Jake, FWB (kinda?), slapping, cream pie, camera usage, somewhat pervy/ gross side character, smoking & alcohol

summary: When you film a video with somebody else, Jake’s jealousy takes over.

—

Your whole life you’ve been known to tell a good lie. You’ve never been necessarily sneaky, you’ve just always been a good actress; a good pretender.

That’s why it’s easy to pretend that Kevin, the man on top of you, is making you see stars. He’s jabbing his penis inside of you like a double edged sword, managing to make every angle less pleasurable than the last.

You put on the performance of a lifetime, but only because the cameras are rolling. A red, blinking light stares back at you to taunt you; to let you know that it’s not over until he’s done.

So, you arch your back off the bed, kiss all over his body, wrap your legs around his waist, chanting words you don’t mean. Words along the lines of, “It feels so good,” “Just like that,” and “Faster! Harder!”

The whole time, as Kevin pounds into you at an ungodly, un-pleasurable pace, all you can think about is Jake. Jake always managed to make you feel good even when the cameras were off. Yet you somehow always find yourself under subpar men.

A loud grunt, and a sweaty forehead against your shoulder pulls you out of your trance.

“Holy fuck that was good!” Kevin groans, his voice choppy as he attempts to catch his breath. His entire body collapses on top of yours, suffocating you under his weight.

This is your grand finale, the big show!

You let out a high pitched moan, claw at his back, and shake beneath him (as much as his weight will allow you) as you praise his hard work.

“So good! Fuck! I’m coming!”

You sit in the moment for a while, uncomfortably adjusting yourself under Kevin as the camera continues recording the awkward silence.

Finally, when you decide this entire interaction needs to end, your palms press flat against his shoulders to push him off of you. His body rolls onto the opposite side of the bed, chest still rising and falling rapidly as he comes down from his high.

You throw on a robe and walk over to the camera, turning it off and looking expectantly at Kevin. He smirks at you, misreading your expression completely.

“Already ready for round two?” He chuckles. “Couldn’t get enough of the stallion, huh?”

He stands up and begins walking over to you while stroking himself, ready to engulf your frame in his arms.

You scoff, picking his clothes up from the floor and shoving it into his chest. “Let’s see how many views this gets. Then I’ll think about it.”

Kevin wears a dumbfounded expression as you kick him out of your house. You’re definitely NEVER collabing with him again, no matter the views.

—

Loud music bumps through the club speakers. A cold drink sits in Jake’s hand, the same drink he’s been nursing all night.

All week he’d been looking forward to a night out with his friends, but now that he’s actually here, he’s not sure he’s enjoying it as much as he thought he would. Maybe it’s just because you haven’t arrived yet.

Kevin stands across from him, retelling stories that everyone is only half-listening to. For as long as Jake has known him, he’s hated Kevin. Everything from the way that he walks, talks, dresses, and even the way that he name drops all of his collabs.*1

As an online sex worker, Jake knows that collaborations between creators are no strings attached and meaningless (for the most part at least). But as Kevin says your name, and describes in detail how good the sex was, Jake can’t help but feel jealous.

“I had her in every position you can think of,” Kevin boasts, holding his arms out as he thrusts the air. “I don’t think I’ve ever made someone cum that fast either,” he continues, pretending to slap ass as he continues his gross display.

Jake scoffs, unintentionally gaining Kevin’s attention.

“Jake! You’ve filmed with her before, right?” Kevin asks.

Jake’s done more than film with you, but he’s not the type to show off. “Yeah, we’ve collabed here and there.”

Kevin jabs Jake’s side, “So you know how tight that pussy is then.” Jake’s heard enough, he shoves Kevin away from him and downs the drink that was still in his hand.

He sucks in through his teeth, slamming the glass onto a nearby table before pushing his way out of the club. “Fuck’s his problem?” Kevin says in confusion, watching as Jake disappears outside.

Jake doesn’t know why he’s so upset, or even why he’s jealous in the first place. He knows you’ve had sex with people other than him, it’s literally your job, but for some reason it gets under his skin ever time.

The thought of you under another man —even if it is just for work— and enjoying it makes him see red. Sometimes he wishes your relationship wasn’t so transactional, that he could have you all to himself even when the camera wasn’t rolling. But he’s forced to accept the fact that what you two share is purely business.

Jake now stands outside of the club, back against a rough brick wall as he tries hard to think of anything other than you. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, craving the burn that smoking brings him to distract his mind. He’s quick to light the stick and take a long drag from it, blowing in the general direction of an approaching figure.

The street is dimly lit, causing him to squint his eyes until you finally come into view. It’s almost like his jealousy summoned you.

Immediately you notice Jake, excitedly skipping over to him as quickly as your tight leather dress will allow you. “Got one for me?” you ask, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at his cigarette.

You look so happy to see him, but his face doesn’t mirror your expression. He’s quiet, trying to keep to himself as much as possible before his mind inevitably reminds him of Kevin’s words.

He pulls another cigarette out, watching as you place it between your lips and wait for him to light it for you.

“How come you’re not inside?” you ask through puffs of smoke. Jake can’t stop looking at your lips, reminiscing on all the times you wrapped them around his cock while a camera was pointed at your face.

“It was getting loud in there,” he replies simply, before mindlessly continuing, “Plus I couldn’t listen to Kevin keep talking about how good it felt to fuck you.”

You grimace at the mention of his name. “Kevin’s here?”

Jake’s jaw clenches, fingers flicking the cigarette onto the floor. “Don’t sound too excited,” he scoffs with an eye roll.

What the fuck? You choke on the smoke, coughing loudly as you reply, “I’m not?”

“Whatever, let’s just go inside. Everyone’s been waiting for you.” Jake’s pushes off the brick wall, ready to walk past you and into the club, but you stop him by standing directly in his path.

“Move, Y/n,” he grits, stretching his neck out to avoid eye contact.

“No. Why are you being so pissy?”

“I’m not. Now move.” Jake tries walking around you, but you just scoot over and block him again.

“Jake,” you say sternly, trying to pull his attention to you, he’s upset and stubborn. “Look at me.”

Finally, he meets your expectant gaze, and the look in his eyes is one you’ve only ever seen during sex. “C’mon, wouldn’t wanna keep Kevin waiting,” he grumbles, a clear displeasure evident in his tone.

Finally, it clicked.

“Are you jealous?” You tease, chuckling slightly. His expression shifts from annoyance to embarrassment, mostly because he never thought you’d catch on or that he made it so obvious.

“You’re jealous!” You exclaim, trying hard to hold back your laughter. Once again, he scoffs, but he’s terrible at hiding his embarrassment.

“Aw Jake, don’t be jealous,” you tease.

“Video did get a lot of views though.” It’s true, the video brought a lot of traction to your account, but so did every single one of your other videos.

An idea pops into his mind at the revelation, but you don’t give him time to respond before you’re turning on your heel and excitedly walking into the club.

—

All night you’ve been working towards making Jake more jealous than he already was. All you had to do was stand close to Kevin, chat him up a bit, and pretend to be interested in whatever he quipped back. Kevin was definitely getting the wrong idea, but if it got you closer to Jake, it didn’t matter.

Jake’s eyes have been glued to you from the moment you entered the club, trained on your every move. His blood is boiling, his jaw is clenched, and his fists are bawled.

He needs to come up with an excuse to get you alone as quickly as possible, just so you two can make a video of your own. Honestly, he’ll be content for some alone time with you even if the camera isn’t involved.

Jake watches in jealousy as your hands grip Kevin’s bicep, supporting yourself as you throw your head back in laughter. Surely Kevin isn’t that funny.

Kevin’s arm manages to escape your grip and slither around your waist, his hand resting on your ass before squeezing it. You know Jake’s watching, so you let Kevin put on a show.

When Kevin slaps your ass, loudly and proudly, Jake decides he’s seen enough. So, he walks over to you without a real plan, but he’s being fueled by rage and jealousy.

Jake leans down in front of you, whispering into your ear, “Meet me in the parking lot.”

You struggle to hear him over the music and Kevin’s hold on you makes it hard to scoot in closer to him.

“What?” You whisper shout.

“Meet me in the parking lot,” Jake repeats, gritting his teeth and sending an unreadable look towards Kevin.

He’s quick to dismiss himself from everyone else, bidding his goodbyes as he walks out into the parking lot. As you watch his brooding figure disappear, your thighs subconsciously clench together. For some reason, the miserable, possessive aura that radiated from him was causing a heat to grow within you.

After some minutes, you make up an excuse as to why you need to leave. Something along the lines of, “I have an early day tomorrow.” Luckily, no one questions your excuse, or the way you giddily skip out of the club, not even Kevin.

When you exit the building and round the corner into the parking lot, you spot Jake leaning against the hood of his car. A cigarette sits between his lips, the lit end blinking with each inhale.

“No Kevin?” He says with a sly grin.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “I can go get him if you want?” You turn on your heels, pretending like you’re going to walk back into the club.

“I was kidding,” he grumbles, pulling your body into his roughly. You slam against him, your crotch hitting his already erect member.

Jake’s arms wrap around your waist, both hands landing on your ass. He squeezes firmly, massaging your skin repeatedly.

“Why’d you call me out here, Jake?” You ask, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.

“You know why,” he hums, applying pressure to your back until you’re basically grinding.

You decide to tease him, knowing that he’s so unbelievably horny that it’ll work him up even further. “I don’t know why, Jake. Care to explain?”

He’s still grinding himself into you, his breath becoming heavy with every passing second. Jake’s mind is going crazy with the thought of you on the back of his car, camera in your face, praising every inch of his body.

Jake’s head falls onto your shoulder, mouth latching onto the skin of your neck in a soft, sloppy attack of kisses. “Just thought we could… you know, make a video of our own,” he murmurs against your skin.

You want to give in, to take him right there in the middle of the parking lot, but you know that the further you push him, the greater the reward.

“We’ve made enough videos. They don’t bring in as many views as my other ones…” you say, stifling a moan. It’s a lie, but he doesn’t have to know that. Your videos with Jake are easily the most popular on your account.

“… As my videos with Kevin.”

Jake’s lips come to a halt, hands becoming stiff on your ass.

“Yeah?” Jake says.

“Yeah.” You reply, a stubborn underlying tone in your voice.

He unlocks his car, opening the back seat. “Get in.”

“What?” You laugh, slight confusion written on your face.

“You heard me,” he growls.

As you begin crawling into the backseat, his hand lands a firm slap on your ass.

“We’re gonna see how many views we can get you.”

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Even though this is what you’ve wanted all night, now that you’re in the backseat of Jake’s car, you feel nervous. You’ve filmed videos like this before, yet you feel like a virgin anxiously awaiting to be touched.

Because you’re in a car, you have none of your camera equipment, so you’re wondering what Jake will record this on.

“C’mere,” Jake murmurs, catching sight of the way you anxiously play with the hem of your dress. “What happened to all that confidence?” He teases as you make your way onto his lap, finding a comfortable position over his crotch.

Instinctively, you grind onto him, but his hands are quick to stop you. “Uh uh. I’m in control, baby.”

“You were acting like a stupid brat. You think brats deserve to be rewarded?” He asks, pulling his phone out of his one pocket. You don’t answer, but you don’t have to because he does it for you, “They don’t. They get punished.”

The phone’s flash shines in your face, a clear indicator that he’s started recording. Suddenly, you become shy, because even if this is what you do for a living, it always feels more vulnerable and real with Jake.

A shocked gasp escapes your lips as he swiftly maneuvers you so that you’re lying across his lap. Your tight dress has managed to ride past your hips at this point, providing Jake the perfect view of your ass which he gladly captures on camera.

“You know what happens to brats, Y/n?” Jake asks, his unoccupied hand massaging your thighs and ass.

Your voice is squeaky as you try not to get lost in the feeling of his hands all over you, “Mmm— No.”

Suddenly, he delivers a quick slap to your bum. You weren’t expecting it, and you’re so lost in the moment that all you can manage to do is squeal.

“You like that?” He taunts, focusing the camera on the red handprint that’s forming on your skin. You bite your lip and nod your head, batting your eyelashes at him. Not only did you know that this would rile him up, but you actually did like that.

“Fucking brat,” he grits. Jake’s hand lands on your ass again, only slightly harder than before. The sting courses through your body, eliciting the smallest moan from you.

He delivers another slap. “I won’t stop until I know you’ve learned your lesson.” Slap.

You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your moans and whimpers. But it’s no use, you’re enjoying this much more than you’d care to admit.

If it weren’t for the wetness that formed in your panties, you might’ve allowed this to continue all night. But, as he continues delivering slap after slap, all you can think about is the erection that is poking at your stomach.

So when he proposes the question, “Have you learned your lesson?”

You’re quick to reply with, “Yes. Yes, Daddy.”

The pet name flips a switch in Jake. It’s the first time anyone has ever referred to him as that, and he’s instantly addicted.

“Say it again.”

You crawl back into his lap, sitting right above his crotch. Your fingers weave through his hair and tug the strands.

Slowly, you lean close enough for your lips to graze his. “I learned my lesson,” you whisper, “Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he whimpers. Suddenly he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to remain in control. There’s something about the way the word sounds coming from your sultry voice. It has him weak.

You grind onto his cock as you connect your lips with his. The kiss is sloppy, needy, and tastes of desire. Jake’s completely forgotten about the phone, tossing it to the side and allowing his hands to roam your body.

His strong, rough hands travel from your ass to your boobs, pulling the dress down until your breasts are free. He hungrily latches onto your nipples, sucking and nipping at the sensitive buds until your head is thrown back in pleasure.

Your body continues gyrating against his, the material of his jeans providing you with the slightest relief. It still wasn’t enough, though, you needed to feel him, all of him.

You pull his face back up to yours, capturing his lips in another heated makeout session. Moans and groans are swallowed by the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth. You’re breathless, but the kiss is so much better than oxygen.

One of your hands begins palming him through his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper in an attempt to free his cock.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you beg against his lips.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good,” he grunts, watching as you pull his pants down. Jake’s cock springs free, precum already leaking from the red, swollen tip.

As you pump him slowly, spreading his natural lubrication along his shaft, he uses one of his fingers to pull your panties to the side. The fabric pushes against your clit and the pressure is soon replaced with his fingers as he circles the bundle of nerves rhythmically.

You’re quick to position yourself over his cock, sitting on the tip momentarily before sinking down on it completely.

“Jake— fuck!” You moan, throwing your head onto his shoulder. Jake’s size always manages to overwhelm you.

You’re about to start bouncing on his dick, but he stops you with strong hands on your waist.

“That’s not my name.”

Rutting your hips in response earns you yet another slap to the ass.

“Don’t be a brat. Say my name,” he growls.

You clench around his girth, desperate for some sort of relief as he continues to hold you in place.

“Say.” Slap. “My.” Slap. “Name.” Slap.

Your asscheek is red and stinging, the need growing deep within your core. “Jake?” You tease, feigned innocence laced in your voice.

In an attempt to reposition himself, he bucks his hips upwards into you. You whimper at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix.

“Wanna act stupid?” He asks, mostly to himself. He grabs the long forgotten phone, its flash once again illuminating your exposed body. “I’ll fuck you stupid then.”

In one swoop, Jake lays you on your back in the backseat. Your tits jiggle against the fabric of your dress that’s pooled beneath them, an excited giggle being the only thing keeping you from moaning.

“You won’t think shit’s funny when I’m done with you.”

His large hand slithers up your body, wrapping around your neck as he begins pounding into you relentlessly. Small hands wrap around his wrist as you try adjusting to the feeling.

He’s fucking you so fast, so good. Muffled and strained moans ring through the car, harmonizing with the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

Jake’s still pointing the camera in your face, capturing your fucked out expression perfectly. He expertly angles the camera down to your wet cunt, biting his lip at the sight he’s met with. His length plunges in and out of you repeatedly, squelching as it’s coated in your slick.

“Jake— I—,” you stutter through your words, the euphoric feeling of his dick suffocated between your walls clouding your mind with lust.

He pulls out of you completely, immediately missing the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, but he needs to teach you a lesson.

Your hips lift from the leathery cushion beneath them, chasing his cock in a hungry haze. You whimper and claw at the wrist that’s wrapped around your throat, begging desperately for him to stuff you again.

“Say my name,” he commands. Your nose scrunches in indignation.

His grip on your throat loosens, that same hand traveling down to his aching cock. Jake teasingly traces the tip along your cunt, earning another hip buck from you.

“You know what to do, baby,” he teases.

“One word will give you everything you want.” He slaps the tip against your throbbing clit. You want to continue playing this game, but you know you won’t last long.

You sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows. The camera has the perfect view of your face and your pussy that clenches around nothing.

Your eyelashes bat against your cheeks as you bite your lip. “Please, Daddy. Please fuck me.”

As soon as the pet name leaves your mouth, Jake is diving back into you in a hungry frenzy. The force pushes you back onto your back. His pounding thrusts have you seeing stars, his tip kissing your cervix each time.

“Was that so fucking hard?” He grunts. One of his hands grips your waist, providing him with the leverage necessary to continue fucking you deep and hard. The other hand, is focused on filming every beautiful second of this. From the way you look wrapped around him, to the way your mouth falls open because of the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins.

His grunts bring you closer to the edge, especially when mixed with the filthy words that fall from his lips. “Did Kevin fuck you this good? Did his dick have you squirming and whimpering like this?”

You’re too fucked out to respond, causing Jake to pound into you even harder than before. “Hmm? Did he?”

“No, Daddy. No one fucks me this good— fuck!” Your eyes screw shut as he fucks you at a particularly delicious angle. “Only you do, Daddy. Only you.”

You feel your climax approaching quickly, so you slither your hand down to your clit. Your fingers rub circles into the sensitive bud as you chase your high.

Jake’s orgasm must be close too because his hips stutter and his movements become sloppier, a string of curse words and moans melodically falling on the skin of your neck.

“I’m coming!” You squeak.

Your legs convulse and shake as your orgasm washes over you, your core clenching around Jake’s cock as he continues pushing and pulling inside of you.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby. So, so good,” he praises as your plushy walls continue clamping around his dick.

He’s so unbelievably close, all he needs is to hear you say his name one last time. “Say my name, baby. I’m so close.”

You chant the pet name like a mantra, kissing his sweaty chest and shoulders repeatedly to help him reach his orgasm. He loves the way you say it and would gladly listen to you say it forever if he could.

Jake’s hips snap into you one last time as hot, sticky ropes of cum paint your insides. A breathy, animalistic moan racks through his body as he collapses onto you.

For the first time in a long time, the weight of a man’s body on you doesn’t feel suffocating. Instead, it feels comforting and you’d love for him to remain this close to you for as long as possible.

But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. So, as you both recover from the powerful orgasms that just surged through your body, he pulls out of you slowly.

You immediately miss the feeling of him inside of you and as he turns the phone off, you find yourself wishing you were still under the spotlight, because maybe then the moment would last longer.

You sit up and adjust your dress. “Hope you got your footage,” you comment, attempting to sound nonchalant. “It’ll get a lot of views.”

Jake pulls his pants up, sending you a bewildered look. “You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m sharing this,” he chuckles.

Your brows furrow in confusion, a slight twinge of embarrassment painting your expression. “Was it not good enough?”

As you await his response, you crawl into the passenger seat. He follows suit shortly after, joining you in the driver’s seat.

“Was it not good enough?” He scoffs, restating your question like it’s an insult. “It was too good.”

A blush forms on your face. You don’t know what it is about Jake that always makes you feel like a giggly teenage girl.

“It was too damn good, baby. And Daddy doesn’t like sharing.”

Instinctively, your thighs press together. He always managed to rile you up within seconds.

“You’re mine, don’t forget that. I’m greedy,” Jake states.

You nod your head slowly.

“And whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets.” His right hand rests on your thigh as the other works the steering wheel. *2

“Yes Daddy,” you whisper, earning yourself a squeeze. If it meant he’d fuck you like he just did, you were going to continue calling out his name.

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a/n:

okay so I’m writing Arranged CH.2 rn, but this idea just came to me based on the two requests (linked). Also, I need a smut break tbh I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING FLUFFY AND/ OR ANGSTY. which is what Arranged is perfect for 😏

I’m trying to gain the motivation to write frequently again so I can post more, but it’s a process. I’m getting there guys.

Thank you my sweet anons for these reqs (linked), hope you enjoy!!!

- L.A.M.B 👼🏻💗

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1* Kendrick V. Drake, thoughts? Personally, I’m team Kendrick 🤔 the songs are too damn catchy

2* I know he says “whatever daddy wants, daddy gets,” as a joke, but let’s pretend he says it to get us all worked up. okay? Okay.

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[liseytopia]

thinking about jake and morning kisses..

a wide, toothy smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you rolled over to face jake. your chin rested gently on his naked, tattooed chest, eyes scanning his tousled black hair.

"mornin', pretty lady."

he croaked, his voice still gravelly from waking up. his hand reached out to twirl a piece of your additionally disheveled hair.

your beaming smile grew a little more with his drowsy words.

the sun just barely peeking through the curtains illuminated his face in the perfect way and you shuffled around to get a better angle.

"morningggg," you drawled, craning your head upward to reach his lips. he helped you and lightly guided your face with a hand on your cheek.

his lips softly and lazily pecked yours as a content smirk grew on his face. you reciprocated the action, your plush lips pressing into his, both your eyelids closed and resting lightly over your eyes. jake's opened ever so slightly here and there to catch a glance at you.

morning breath didn't matter to either of you. affection was affection and neither of you really cared at all, all you wanted was the warmth and care of finding that love first thing in the morning in jake's arms, and so did he..

and it was his favorite thing ever.

an: should i turn this into a full fic?? i suppose i could if yall really wanted 😽

© liseytopia 2024 : do not copy, translate, or steal my work.

[lcnleyisthemuse]

P!rn Links [18+ only]

Jake Webber

doggy against the wall

tied and blindfolded

fingering

Colby Brock

he loves doggy style

Tara Yummy

coming soon...

[megameatymatt]

Cookies and Cuts - Jake Webber

summary: Jake find's out about Y/N sh

WARNINGS: swearing, SH (self h@rm), Mentions of blood, Mentions of blades, crying, Mentions of su!c!de, angst, panic attack, overthinking??, mention of death, fem!reader.

requested: yup! right here

word count: 1,029

A/N: Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! stay slutty ok bye💋

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pink: y/n

red: Jake webber

9:45pm

"Did you buy the chocolate chips?" You say walking into Jake's kitchen. "How could I forget the chocolate chips?" he says taking a bowl out of the cabinet.

Jake had invited you to his place to make cookies while Johnnie and Carrington were out doing whatever the fuck they were doing. You and Jake have been dating for the past 4 and a half months now.

But no matter how many times he's said he loves you, you're always too scared to get close to him. scared that he might find out about the cuts on your arms, thighs, and anywhere else. You've never brought it up to anyone. Not Jake, not Carrington, nobody.

You hated your scars, they made you feel ugly. but you couldn't stop. cutting became somewhat of an addiction, Your only way to cope. It started with just a way to deal with stress, but now, even a minor inconvenience could send you back to the blades, the blood, and the bandages.

Sometimes, you would look at other girls and wish you could swap bodies. You'd take their clean arms and thighs, and you could give them yours. At least they'd have enough confidence to show their scars and not hide under hoodies and long pants.

"Brown sugar?" you say scrolling on your phone as you read through the recipe. "Yup, up here". He walks over and swings the cabinet door open. As you raise your hand up to reach for the sugar, your sleeve rolls up a bit.

You quickly grab the sugar and put your arm back down. But it was too late, Jake had already seen the red cuts that drew across your wrist. You weren't completely sure if he saw it or not, but you avoided his gaze, hoping he wouldn't say anything.

And he didn't. He watches you grab milk from the fridge. As you finally set everything up on the table you gain the courage to finally face Jake. He's still by the cabinet, frozen. "Jake? Are you okay?" You already know what he saw, but you're still trying to play it off.

"Uhm, yeah. I'm fine, just zoned out" He's lying through his teeth. You're not mad he tried to brush it off, you're just scared he won't love you anymore. "Great, let's make cookies!" you say forcing your face into a smile. He smiles back, but his mind is elsewhere, you take a deep breath and start prepping the ingredients.

11:27pm

"I still can't believe you burnt a whole tray of cookies, what a waste!" You say climbing into Jake's bed. "I was a bit distracted okay?" he says pulling the sheets over the two of you. "Yeah, whatever." You say, rolling your eyes.

You've been trying to ignore the situation, but it's been hard. He just went silent, he wasn't cracking jokes or being stupid, he was too scared to even get close to you. You wanted to curl up in a ball and die. You couldn't take it anymore

You pull out your phone and scroll through Instagram. "Hey Y/N?" You turn to face him, His head down fidgeting with his fingers. Then he looks up. "A-, are you okay?" He says staring into your eyes. Your heart drops into your stomach. "Yeah, Yeah i-im good" "You sure?" "Yeah, why are you asking?" He reaches for your arm and rolls your sleeve up to your elbow. His eyes grow wide when he sees your scars, Old and new scattered across your forearm. You quickly snatch your arm away from him and your gaze falls into your lap. Tears threaten to roll down your cheeks and your hands start shaking.

I Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He hates me. What am i doing here? He can't love a girl like me. Why am I like this?

You drown in your thoughts for what feels like forever, then you hear his voice. "Why?" He sounds like he's holding back tears, his voice cracking. But you can't look at him, you don't want to see what you've done, how you've hurt him. You quickly shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. You don't know what to say, where you should start, or if you should even speak at all. Your breathing starts getting faster and he quickly shuffles beside you and holds you. "It's okay, you're fine, just breathe Y/N. In and out, you'll be fine, you'll be just fine"

12:35pm

You've been calm for a while now, but you still haven't said a word. Neither has Jake, he just sat there, pressing your back against his chest. "Why'd you do it? Cause of me? How can I help you get better?" You only knew the answer to one of those questions "No, never because of you. I love you" You choke out. "So what, why'd you do it." He keeps asking you "why", but not even you know the answer to that question. "I don- I don't know, Jake."

You want to cry again, but you hold back. "I-I guess it was a-a way of coping? With l-like stress, and my thoughts." Jake's crying again but you can't bring yourself to look at him. "What are your 'thoughts'?" he says wiping tears off his cheeks. What aren't your thoughts? You shrug your shoulders and Jake asks another question.

"Why'd you never tell me? Have you ever tried to, um, attempt?" Jake struggled and hesitated to get his question out. You knew you didn't have to answer it if you didn't want to. But you did answer it. Talking about it out loud to someone was starting to help you piece your thoughts together. "Scared" you reply bluntly.

"Scared to die? or scared to tell me?" You choke up, failing to hold back your tears. "B-both". He slowly nods to himself trying to understand.

"Do you still wanna talk about this?" He asks worried he might be making you uncomfortable. "Do you wanna know anything else?" you say. "Will you quit?" The question immediately brings you to tears. "It's ok baby, I'm here for you. You're not alone. I wanna help you, i still love you."

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[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … you’re in the hot tub with jake and he can’t resist how good you look.

⍟ … jake was sitting behind you on the makeshift seat inside the hot tub and you on his lap. you were relaxing and chatting, unwinding for the day. he was massaging your shoulders trying to rid you of the tension you held in them. your head fell to the side while he was kissing and massaging you.

he was admiring the way you bit your lip slightly as he rubbed a knot in your shoulder. how under the ripples of water your hands clenched at the feeling. it was turning him on the way little whimpers escaped your mouth.

once he was done you sighed in relief. “being a masseuse should definitely be your career path.” you compliment as you laid your back against him. his hand dropped in the steamy water and met your waist toying with your bottoms.

“only like making you feel good.” he whispered, trailing his right hand down below further to where you’d always needed him.

you had a slight smile on your lips when you realized his intentions. “is that so?” your soft voice spoke just above a whisper. his fingers ghosted over your covered clit, having a light touch all over. “stop teasing then.” you lifted your hands to grab his own and place them where you needed.

quickly he lifted you up in the water pulling down your underwear and discarded them causing them to float and move to the side. “could’ve asked me nicely.” he groaned and before you knew it, he was entering you from behind. “oh shit.” his voice grew louder. he hummed as he entered in and out, moving you up and down, easier with the water.

you had nowhere to grab until he turned you both over and had you resting on your knees on the cement seat inside the tub. you gripped the edge of the hot tub in front of you as he grabbed your hips and rammed into you as hard as the water allowed him.

you both moaned, your sounds more like whimpers as he was making his home inside of you. the sound of your bodies submerged in the water trying to get as much friction as possible. the faint hue of the tubs lights. the way your hair was about to come undone.

not long after, you and jake both felt yourself achieving that wave of ecstasy and pleasure that you both chased.

© slxtarchive

[quinnynation]

open up your legs ᯓᡣ𐭩 jake webber one-shot

pairing : bf!jake webber x bookworm!gf!reader

summary : jake's feeling needy, but you're hellbent on finishing your book

warning/extra tid-bits : 18+ ,, MINORS DNI ,, oral sex [female receiving] ,, praise kink ,, distraction play ,, dacryphilia ,, i think that's all !

word count : 2,037 + not proofread

divider credit : photos from pinterest ,, red line from @saradika-graphics

Jake sighed, poking the side of your hip with his sock-clad foot in an effort to get your attention.

"Hm?" You asked, brows furrowed in concentration as your brain processed the words on the pages in front of you. Jake frowned at this, he wanted your full attention- not half.

"Y/nnn" He huffed out his words, pushing himself out of his own seat and moving closer to your side of the couch. You glanced over at him for a second, smiling at your lover and pecking his lips.

Jake hummed as your lips connected with his, attempting to cup your face; his way of initiating a make-out session. You laughed at this, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him away gently, returning your attention to your book.

The punk let out a noise of frustration, resting his head onto your shoulder like a dog trying to earn attention from its owner.

Jake's eyes landed on the page you were on, you were half-way into the story and had yet to infodump the book's summary onto your boyfriend; so he was utterly lost.

"Who's Henry?" Jake asked, playing with the fabric of your shirt. "MC's love interest, he's blonde." You murmured back, flipping the page. Jake nodded, pretending he remembered what 'MC' meant.

"...Is that the MC?" Jake asked, pointing at a random name on the page. You shook your head, "No, Alex is the MC."

Jake let out a soft "Ohh" before attempting to lay his head in your lap. You let out an annoyed sigh, causing him to stop. "I'm trying to read." You explain, using your thumb as a bookmark as to not lose your page.

Jake mocks you, causing you to laugh; confirming that you weren't actually annoyed with your boyfriend.

"But I'm bored." Jake whined, throwing his head back and gazing at your living room ceiling. "I told you you'd be bored." You defended; it was true.

A few hours ago Jake had asked to hang out at your apartment since his roommates would not stop making music- disturbing his editing process.

You agreed, but made sure to tell the man that you planned on making a decently sized chunk in your TBR list today- meaning that after Jake finished editing, you'd still be reading.

He insisted that it was fine, claiming he could entertain himself as you read.

He lied.

"Yeah but...I didn't think you could read for this long." He said, motioning to the small pile of books you'd already read as he'd been editing.

You shrugged, readjusting the knitted blanket on your lap. "I read through a earthquake once." You chuckled at the memory. Jake's brows formed a quizzical look as he sat up slightly, a look of amazement- and slight concern- in his eyes.

"A earthquake?" He gaped, causing you to wrinkle up your nose in laughter. You nodded, "It wasn't like I could stop the earthquake...so I just ran somewhere safe 'n read until it was over." You explained.

Your boyfriend commented that you were "crazy" before going quiet. You didn't pay any attention to this, opting to continue your story.

He let you, stomach already curling in excitement at the idea that had been inspired by your earthquake story. Jake's eyes trailed down to your bottoms, a simple pair of pastel blue cotton sleep-shorts.

Perfect.

He waited until you were fully immersed back into your story, hair acting as curtains- blocking out the outside world, allowing you to be submerged completely into your fictional reality.

Once you were, Jake cautiously snaked one hand behind your waist, allowing his fingers to travel lower. His slender fingers dancing around the waistband of your shorts.

You thought nothing of it, it wasn't uncommon for Jake to become fixated on a certain texture of clothing.

Jake smirked at this, letting an experimental finger slip onto the band of your panties. You let out a shaky breath, excitement blossoming in your stomach.

"Jake." You mumbled, breathing already slowing- yet heart already beating against your ribcage; the feeling of want flooding your viens.

"Is this okay?" He asked, pulling back ever so slightly. If you said stop, he would've. You knew this and somehow- it made you want him more.

You bit your lip, an embarrassed flush already filling your cheeks as you felt yourself grow wet. Betrayal.

"I wanted to finish this book for 'm post on Friday..." You whined, indecision weighing heavily on your shoulders. Jake let out a coo, "Who said you had to stop reading?" He asked.

Curiosity only intensified your excitement.

"C'mon, face me." Jake ordered. You went to slam your book closed, almost losing your page before Jake looked pointedly into your eyes- then at you.

"Keep your page." His tone was one you only really heard in the bedroom and god did it do things to you. You nodded eagerly, placing your thumb between the pages before moving to face him. He smiled, cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss; the kiss was deep, passionate. As if he'd been starved.

Your stomach curled as your mind wondered what else your reading session had starved the man of.

"Lay back, d'you need a pillow?" He asked, not wanting you back to hurt in a few hours. You thought for a moment before shaking your head- you'd made sure to invest in a comfortable couch for a reason.

You lowered yourself down, the upper half of your back resting against the arm-rest of the sofa. Jake smiled at you, his eyes trailing up and down your body as if you were art.

To him, you were. You were the finest piece of art and no museum could ever be worthy of keeping you.

Jake moved your legs upward, only making your want grow deeper. You knew what he was getting you into position for and god were you ready.

"Spread for me, angel." Jake's words were assertive, it embarrassed you how you could've moaned right there.

You followed Jake's command, desperate for praise- praise that you knew would soon be filling the room. As your legs parted, you felt your neglected slit yearn for more.

More touch, more friction, more Jake.

Jake wasted no time taking off your shorts and underwear, doing all the work whilst stroking your legs with the pads of his thumbs. Ever the gentleman.

And then, he stopped.

Much to your disappointment. Your brows furrowed together and you immediately began whining at your boyfriend, "Jake..." You begged, bucking your hips.

Jake quickly put his hands on your upper hips, forcing them to stay planted on the couch. "I thought you wanted to finish your book." He smirked, you frowned- now regretting your previous words.

"Well, I- You-" You stammered around your ecstasy, trying to find your composure. Jake simply laughed at you softly, tapping the cover of your book- which you'd already forgotten was in your hand.

"Read, don't worry about me." He said, only making you wetter. "Don't let me distract you." Jake commanded. You nodded as if there was no other option, as if you'd die if you didn't have Jake's head inside of your thighs soon.

With shaky hands, you lifted your book in front of your hands. For the first time in years, your eyes struggled to latch onto the words printed on the paper.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

A gasp escaped your mouth as you felt a familiar warm, wet, sensation meet your folds. Jake was savoring you, letting his tongue lap at your wetness as if he'd been denied a drink for the past century.

Your eyes fluttered closed, attempting to grind down on his tongue. You frowned as you realized Jake still had a tight hold on your hips, his thumbs digging down into your skin.

Jake pulled away, earning him an annoyed whine. "Read." He ordered, reminding you of your assigned task. "Tell me when you finish that chapter, 'kay?" He asked, you nod up and down quickly.

"Good girl." Jake hummed before reattaching his lips to yours.

You've never forced your eyes onto a page quicker. As you read, your mind coming up with pictures of the characters; making them move around and say their lines.

Well, that's what your mind was attempting to do. It was hard when your boyfriend's tongue was lapping at your folds, his nose rubbing perfectly on your clit- god, Jake knew how to please a woman. As confirmed by the amount of soft gasps and mewls falling from your mouth.

However, you'd been ordered to finish the chapter. So that's what you did.

"D-Done." You told Jake, causing him to look up from your pussy- his mouth and nose coated in your wetness. "That fast?" He amused, a finger trailing up and down your entrance- your face flushed at how it gaped to be filled. You nodded wordlessly, gasping and clutching the cushion's of the couch as Jake slid a finger into you- curing it inside of you.

"Good girl, such a good fuckin' girl." He hummed, leaning down and pressing kisses onto your clit. You were able to buck your hips now, and god did you. You bottomed yourself out on your boyfriend's slender finger, taking as much as he'd give you- moans and pleas for more leaving your mouth.

Jake cooed, watching you turn desperate for him to do something anything to add more stimulation, to create more pleasure.

"A-Another, please? Please, Jake. I-I need more." You begged, letting out a frustrated whimper as you saw your boyfriend's head shake. "Another chapter, another finger." He explained, you whined- frustrated tears brimming your eyes.

Another coo.

Despite your mind being a foggy, horn mess- you lifted your book back up and continued reading; hating at how the words seemed to sway. Almost mocking you.

A loud moan escaped from your mouth as you felt Jake's mouth return to your pussy. Jake chuckled, causing your cheeks to flush once again.

The words taunted you, swaying and swirling around the page. You'd read a sentence, then forget it as soon as you began the next.

Determined for more though, you finished another chapter.

This time though, you didn't even bother telling Jake you were done- simply tossing your book to the ground. He knew that meant you were close and just needed one more finger to help you cross that finish line.

A finger you'd earned.

Jake pulled away, which would've upset you had you not known what you would soon be given.

In a painfully slow manner, Jake flipped a second finger into you- beginning to pump both fingers in and out of you. You dissolved into a bundle of moans, mewls and gasps; withering under Jake's touch.

"C'mon angel, you wanna be a good girl- yeah?" He asked, even if he knew the answer. You nodded pathetically, feeling the knot that had formed in your stomach begin to grow looser.

"Then cum. Cum for me." Jake's voice held no room for arguement- not that you would've anyway. You threw your head back in pure bliss, back arching in such a way that- if he could've- Jake would have it professionally photographed.

Maybe one day he would set up his vlog camera and film the two of you, but that was a thought for another time.

"N-Need you. Y-you, y-your mouth." You asked, "Please!"

What kind of gentleman would Jake be to deny a woman who asked so nicely?

His mouth reconnected with your pussy, his tongue flicking up and down your stuffed full entrance- nose stimulating your clit.

It was enough to send you right over the edge, you saw stars as you felt the knot in your stomach untangle- nothing could compare to that feeling.

After catching your breath, you looked down at your boyfriend who placed one last kiss on your pussy before looking up at you with his signature dumb smile.

"You really are a bookworm." He chuckled, looking around for something to wipe his face. Your heart fluttered as you pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head into the crook of his neck.

Nobody else could make you feel that way.

a/n : i know this is good bc i started blushing writing it