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@joannabethharvelle​ continued from [🆇]

ghfjhgjfgfl don’t even apologize cause here i come late as fuck akjnbsjfdg i forgot it was my turn and like 3 days ago it hit me like a toN OF FUCKS KJFDABSHFKSHdfgv i am beyond sorry but lkike skjdfkdjfd life’s rough when ur an idiot kjdhbfndj so sorry i am an idiot and i love uyoiuuu [🆇]

A hand reaches blindly, nails digging into the skin just shy of his hip and Jacob sucks his lower lip up into his mouth, biting hard to stem a hissing response. The sharp tang of iron ensnares his taste buds, teeth breaking the surface of skin. He doesn’t mind nor does he bother to do anything about it.

Jo responds in ways he has spent many sleepless nights hoping for, tucked up in his two-sizes-too-small bed with himself and the shadows for company. He’d certainly imagined her as reciprocal but, this is? More than. Much more than anything he’d anticipated.

He lets out a reserved breath in two segmented, stuttering bursts, lungs heaving their whimpering intermission as she ruts against him. What she dispenses next has him grinning, bloodied lower lip audibly popping free of his teeth - this is more like the woman he has come to know; the soldier in the field. The length of him aches, throbbing and his head falls back, lips forming a silent ‘o’ shape.

Finally able to suck a breath in, thigh and calf muscles rigid and twitching he manages a rough, pebbly, “Yes Ma’am.” It is spoken partially to the ceiling tiles, head lolling back to maintain his view. The way she rattles against him, hips high, his grip slips, loosening and granting her just enough space to rear back.

Jacob shifts his grip, trading belt for belly, “Yes you can,” Their movements become erratic with this change in position and he has to adjust, fingers alternating pinching and rubbing. “Good girl-” She cuts him off, ready to give in it seems, “Nuh-uh, no you don’t.” Pinching roughly he drags his fingers instead of gliding- openly punishing instead of cruising the line of reward, “You do not get to give up.”

She seems to angle away at that just slightly towards the mattress and he chuckles, “Where you think you’re goin’, hm?” It’s certainly a phrase he has uttered to her before under much more menacing circumstances and? The thought delivers a sharp jolt of guilt, roiling under the surface.

“Shh-shh,” He barrels through, avoiding as usual, voice an octave lower- soothing, “You are my best girl.” This isn’t what he’d meant to say, not at all, but? He isn’t swallowing it back up, either.

“Come on, darlin’.” Regaining a hold he pulls her up against him, fingers digging in against her breastbone and midriff. Jacob moves his hips in a slow, circular pattern, open mouth and teeth coming down on the inside of her shoulder, “That’s it.” His words are cut off by his lips but he can’t shut up on the best of days, “Very good.”

Sucking in a hissing lungful through his teeth he is more than pleased to hear her affirmations for him. “Yes,” The way she stiffens against him has his expression pinching and he echoes her sentiments, “H-h,” His lungs surge with wheezing and premature huffs of air, “Fuck!”

Unable to maintain himself or any semblance of self control any longer he moves, hips smacking roughly and quickly against her. Jo releases a chorus of shaking pleasantries and he devotes his efforts to keeping her close, both literally and proverbially. “You are,” A hand fixes at her breastbone, hips punctuating, “So good for me.” The other grips the forgotten belt, pulling her in effectively.

Digits dig in a little tighter, body much more eager as the moments build and pass. “I-nnm,” For the time being he is speechless and moaning. Toes curl against the peeling laminate and unable to hold the pace he has set he grinds his molars in frustration, breathless.

“Joanna,” The way he produces it is unlike any name he has vocalized before; soft and pleading- gentle and broken. Wholly innocent and without motive. Jacob whispers, lips icy cold with huffing breath, a useless repetition, “Joanna.”

There is something within him that always feels ashamed- like he should apologize for reaching sexual fulfillment with a partner. He isn’t certain if it has to do with his upbringing or deep rooted religious leftovers from another time, but the corners of his eyes water and he is glad they aren’t face to face any longer.

Jacob sucks in a breath, “I-ss-nn!” Already stained teeth dig into the curve of her neck as he comes, hands a bruising force against her. It takes him time to catch his breath, grip loosening to a tight embrace and lips soft against the marks that he’s left. Though he is fully spent and tired to boot he keeps his hold on her, chest heaving against her back.

For once he doesn’t have anything smart or remarkable to say. A part of him wants to thank her for even letting a monster- an absolute God damn bastard like him get this close, but it seems inappropriate. He remains silent, angling to catch her eyes. Softly, sweetly he presses his mouth to her own.