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ninelieswithme · 3 months ago

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𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴜʟʟᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𓇽 ᴛᴡ = ᴅʀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ, ɴᴏ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴍᴜᴛ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴏʀᴇ.

★ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ - ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇᴅ, ʟᴏᴏᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs sᴏᴍᴇ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ~

✰ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ - ʜᴀʏʏʏ :33 ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏᴡᴍᴍᴏʀᴏᴡ 😭😭

✪ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ x ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴀɴ - 800+ ᴡᴏʀᴅs

♡︎ ᴋɪɴᴋ’s - ᴅʀʏ ʜᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ, - ʟɪɴᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ʟɪsᴛ - ʜᴇʀᴇ

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I SEE IT OKAY!!

Jake stepped into the dimly lit apartment, the cold night air sending shivers down his body.

It's been a long, grueling night for him.

His mission had been a success, but at a cost, body is covered in sweat and blood, a testament to the brutal nature of his work.

Exhausted, but hungry, different kind of hunger burns within him as he thought of you.

God he’s missed your annoying ass.

Even that attitude.

The metallic clang of the door opening to the apartment his boots tapping on the ground.

He made his way to the bathroom, the scent of blood and sweat fills his nostrils, a constant reminder of the life he lead.

The bathroom is steamy, the hot shower already running, and he couldn’t wait to wash away the remains of the night.

He stepped under the scalding water, his buzz cut growing damp, feeling it cascade over his muscular frame, washing away the grime and the guilt.

You were ment for this

He thought, gently scrubbing his chilled skin.

The blood slowly disappears down the drain, taking away the evidence of his dark profession with it.

Showing the bare scarring on his body.

Leaning against the tiled shower wall, head looking down, eyes closed, letting the hot water soothe his tired muscles.

His mind wandering again to you, your soft skin, the way you looked at him with a mixture of desire and concern after coming back from a mission.

You two have been together for years, and well you’ve always been your rock, understanding the demands of his job, yet never fully accepting the darkness that comes with it.

You’ve been there since his mums passing.

And you’ll be around till his.

You have to??

Right??

The thought of you waiting in the bedroom, her lush curves beckoning, is almost too much to bear.

Finally snaps him from his daze.

He finished his shower quickly, body still humming with unspent energy.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, making his way to the bedroom, the anticipation building with every step.

There you were, lying on your shared bed, your long, hair spilling over the pillows.

Skin glowing in the soft light, eyes sparkled with lust finally making eye contact with his blue ones. As you took in his physique.

He couldn’t lie.. well his body couldn’t..

He was getting turned on by your eyes boring into him.

He approach the bed, dropping the towel without hesitation, you taking in more of his body, lean and hard, every muscle defined by years of rigorous training and deadly missions.

Your eyes lingering on the scars that marks that littered his skin, each one a story of survival and sacrifice.

"You're home,"

You whispered, voice hoarse, legs closing.

Naughty girl

Jake climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

Your lips parting, while you leaned in, capturing his mouth in a kiss, both tender and desperate.

His tongue exploring your mouth, tasting the sweetness of you, the familiar flavor driving him wild.

Your hands on his broad chest, caressing his collarbones.

The kiss ending soon after, your breaths coming in short gasps.

"I can taste the night on you,"

"The blood, the sweat... It's intoxicating."

You said, voice husky.

Jake smirked, blue eyes darkening.

"It's alllllll for you, baby. Every kill, every drop of blood is a sacrifice for you."

His words sending chills..

Oh well Jake’s always been a bit weird..

Your hands finding his throbbing erection, eye soon locking onto him.

Fingers wrapping around him, stroking slowly.

"Show me.. Show me how it feels to take a life and then come home to me."

Jake smirked.

“Such a cheesy slut”

He positioned himself between your thighs, feeling the warmth of your body against his own.

Cock sliding between your clothed folds, his pre glistening and dampening your heat.

Tip nudging your clothed clit.

"Yes, like that,"

You moaned blush growing on your face, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck me like you've been waiting all night to come home and claim me."

You can be such a weird girl.. he chuckled

Jake obliged, picking up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of your growing wet heat.

The bed creaks with the force of his thrusts, and the sound of moans and sour affections filling the room.

He leaned down, nipping at your neck, leaving a mark, a reminder of you being his possession.

"You're mine, Y/N.. All fucking mine,"

He growled into your ear.

“Don’t forget that”

You moaned in response, your body trembling on the edge of release.

Clit throbbing.

Cock twitching, while Jake growled and moaned.

"I'm yours... Only yours..."

You said eyes lidded

Your words echoing in his mind, you feel his own climax building, an eruption waiting to happen.

His thrusts harder, faster, his body demanding release.

Your fingers digging into his back, scratching down his spine feeling your clit twitch while his cock rubbed against it.

"Cum for me, J-Jake,"

You plead.

Your words like a trigger, he surrender to the ecstasy, body convulsing.

Cum spurting onto your folds, covering your belly too, marking you as his in the most primal way.

Jake kept you caged overstimulating himself, his thick seed cover more of your cunt and tummy.

So he whimpered and moaned.

Jake’s breaths ragged, your arms soon around Jake , holding him tight.

Blue eyes piercing into yours, finally landing his head in your neck.

In that moment, the darkness of his profession fades away, all that exists is the two of you, intertwined in a passionate embrace, the blood on his skin a distant memory.

You ran your fingers through his short hair, touch gentle and soothing.

His eyes drifting closed..

He really did win the lottery don’t he..

Even with that bratty attitude you usually have..

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