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TW: jealousy, dom! reader with sub!  riding jake's cock, innudeo, dirty talk, author not putting out jake requests, little to no profanity, sex with another girl in the house.

Request: can you do a jake smut?? obviously if your comfy but like basically we are at his house and he has to tutor a pretty girl, reader is jealous and leaves a ton of marks on him to prove who he is😚 (he's sub reader is dom and female) by anon, thank you ❤️

Rating: 18+ MDNI

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As Jake sat at his cluttered desk, his eyes darting between the textbook and the blonde girl sprawled across from him, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of frustration and arousal. He had been tutoring her for weeks now, and while she was making progress, it seemed like every time he looked at her, another thought would creep into his head: she's so beautiful, she's so young, she's not mine. He couldn't help but wonder if she was flirting with him, or if it was all in his head.

Meanwhile, across the room, you were pacing back and forth, your heart racing with a strange combination of anger and sadness. You had seen them together too many times, and you couldn't shake the feeling that Jake was cheating on you. Your eyes drifted to the scattered papers on the floor, the same papers you had seen him studying from, and your jealousy flared up even hotter.

You finally decided that you couldn't take it anymore. You marched over to Jake's desk, your expression icy. "Hey," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

He looked up at you, surprise written all over his face. "Uh, yeah, of course. What's up?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. "I just... I saw the way you were looking at her, and I can't help but feel like you're not being completely honest with me."

Jake's expression shifted from surprise to confusion. "I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" he asked. "I'm just trying to help her out."

But you knew better. You knew the way he looked at her, the way he smiled at her, it wasn't the way he looked at you. And you couldn't take it anymore.

You grabbed him roughly by the arm, your grip surprisingly strong, and dragged him out of the study and into the bedroom. You slammed the door shut behind you, your heart pounding in your chest. You turned to face him, your expression a mixture of anger and determination.

He looked around the room, clearly confused, as you moved closer to him. "You've been lying to me, haven't you?" you whispered, your words laced with venom. "You've been wanting her this whole time."

Jake's eyes widened in fear as he realized what you thought. "No, no, it's not like that," he stammered, trying to pull away from you. But you were stronger than him, and you weren't about to let him go.

You pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him, your weight pinning him down. You looked down at him, your chest heaving, as you slowly undid his pants. "Then prove it to me," you hissed, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his hardening cock. "Prove that you only want me."

Jake gasped as you wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it slowly, expertly. "Y-you don't understand..." he stammered, his hips bucking helplessly underneath you. "I do want you, it's just..."

But you weren't listening. You leaned forward, capturing one of his nipples between your teeth, biting down gently. You watched as a shudder ran through his body, and you knew you had him. You picked up a length of silk scarf that was lying on the bedside table and tied it around his wrist, securing it above his head.

"Now," you said, your voice low and commanding, "you're going to prove it." You climbed off of him, straddling his hips, and guided his cock to your entrance. You looked down at him, a mixture of anger and desire in your eyes. "You're going to show me that you only want me."

With a forceful motion, you pushed yourself down on him, taking him inside you. Jake cried out, his hips bucking up to meet yours. You began to ride him, his cock thrusting in and out of you, faster and faster. You looked down at his face, watching the expression of lust and pain twist into something else: desperation. You knew you had him. You had him right where you wanted him.

As you rode him, your body began to heat up, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. You reached down between your legs, your fingers finding the small, hard nub at the top of your slit, and you began to rub it roughly, circling it with your fingertip. Jake arched his back off the bed, his eyes rolling back in his head, his cock throbbing inside you. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, and with a loud moan, you came, your body shuddering around him.

But you weren't done yet. You continued to ride him, your hips moving in a sensual rhythm, your breath hot against his neck. You reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it firmly, determined to make him cum. You could feel the tension building inside him, the pressure growing, but you didn't want to let him go. You wanted to make him suffer just a little bit longer.

Finally, as his body tensed and his cock twitched in your hand, you felt a surge of triumph wash over you. Jake let out a hoarse cry, his seed spurting onto your stomach, his grip on your shoulder tightening. You held him inside you for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of his weight and his heat, before pulling away and rolling off to the side.

He lay there, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. You looked down at him, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. You leaned in, tracing a finger along his jawline, and whispered in his ear, "See? That's what happens when you lie to me."

You didn't wait for a response. Instead, you climbed off the bed and walked over to the full-length mirror on the wall. You stood there for a moment, taking in your reflection, the flush in your cheeks and the sweat that glistened on your skin. You looked powerful and in control, and for a moment, you felt like you were.