johnnie guilbert & jake webber imagines

stressed, sex & cigs

all credits to @/dervngedgf on tumblr!!

cw: unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, frustrated sex, spanking, choking, oral (m! & f! receiving), slight!throat fucking, finger sucking, smoking (he blows smoke in ur face), porn with little plot, lmk if i missed anything!

summary: jake coming home frustrated and stressed after filming for a music video, hoping his sweet lil gf will help him release the stress ❤︎︎

word count: 2.3k+ / not proofread

other: jake is kinda out of character :( (still hot tho i love him)

You heard the door to your shared apartment open, a smile rushing to your face knowing it was Jake coming home. The smile was wiped clean off when you heard the door slam shut. He had mentioned recording something for a music video when he left earlier in the day, the way he mentioned it made it seem like it would be easy, minimal stress even. Concern flooded your body, waiting for him to walk into the living area.

He approached the room you were in, seeing you peak over the back of the couch at him. He was silent, just plopped down on the couch next to you and pulled out his cigarettes. You swear you blinked and one was between his lips lit.

"Baby I need a favor." He spoke, not even looking towards you, but towards the tv that was paused on a movie once you heard the door open.

"Hm..?" You hummed a response, leaning towards him a little bit.

"Need you in my lap, preferably right now." The way he spoke left no room for discussion, not like you'd tell him no to that request anyways. You scrambled on top of the male facing him, thighs straddling his lap. With all the movement he held his cigarette off the couch, not wanting you to burn yourself while you wriggled around.

As soon as you had stopped moving around the cig was back between his lips, the end lighting up while he took a long drag. Just as you were about to ask him what had him so upset a large, ring clad hand wrapped around the back of your neck and pulled your face towards him. You parted your lips slightly, expecting a kiss. But the smell and taste of smoke engulfed your senses.

You breathed in the smoke from his mouth like he was life itself and you were on the verge of death. There was a dull sting in your throat and lungs, but it was satisfying.

"Good girl, now breathe it out." And so you did, puffing the small strings of smoke towards his face.

"You're so good t' me, I had a pretty bad day baby. You'll help me feel better, right?" He asked, taking another drag from his cig blowing the smoke away from you this time.

You nodded, anything for him. He leaned forward, placing a hand on the small of your back to keep you close to him while snuffing out his cigarette that was half smoked in an ashtray that was kept on the coffee table. He ran his hands up and down your sides for a minute, causing goosebumps to form along where he was touching.

"Knees, you know where I want you." You scrambled off of his lap and positioned yourself between his legs, looking up at him. He looked down at you, and even through the frustrated expression he wore so prettily you could still see the love and admiration he had for you. He cupped your face, thumb rubbing light circles against your cheek before grabbing your chin. His thumb now pressed against your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth slightly, and he slipped the digit in. Instinctively you wrapped your lips around his finger and circled it with your tongue.

"There's my girl." He offered you a small smile while you hummed against his finger. He pulled his thumb out of your mouth and ran it along your bottom lip, spreading the spit. His hands moved to his belt buckle, making quick work getting it off and tugging his pants down to sit around his mid-thigh.