What If? (P1) || Jake / Reader || Draft

(Cont.) 🔞

A nap is all it was intended to be, yet you find yourself pleasantly wrapped up in Jake's arms the next morning.

It's too early to be up, but considering how early you both turned in - it's not much of a surprise.

He's so handsome, even as he sleeps  shirtless in the most uncomfortable positions with his messed up brown curls.

He's still completely out, but you're more than satisfied taking the time to just watch as he finally gets some much needed down time.
    He'd really been sending himself into an endless stress pit lately.

Jake sighs deeply as he presses his face more into the comfortable pillow, and moves his arm up a bit.

Now all that was left... was to figure out how you wanted to go about telling him.
   Do it here, when he wakes? Or wait until you're in the avatars later, and make it more special since she's the one technically pregnant?

Your hand slips down to your abdomen - feeling over the smooth skin as it lacks any stretching or marks from Da'mik. Your breasts still smaller than then, too - and definitely not so saggy.

May as well appreciate your pre-baby body while you still had it, 'cause who knows how long it might be until you end up pregnant with this one, too.
  
As much as you knew things were different, you still wanted to try to have similar ages like before.
    Get them all out and done with in a few years, then have another once they grew up enough.
   It worked out perfectly, then - so there wasn't much reason to change from that. You liked it.

Jake groans as he finally comes to, and when he rolls over he spots you looking over your own body - and grabbing at the fat of your breasts, mostly amazed by how firm they are for now.

"Don't you dare get started with out me." He teases, reaching an arm out to wrap around you.

"Jake." You swat at his hand as his fingers press to your chest.
"I wasn't doing that."

He stares, suspicious.
  
You move his hand out of the way, and adjust yourself until you're straddled on his waist.

Jake wears an unsurprising grin, digging his nails into the side of your hips as you lean down to give him a soft kiss.
"I'm sorry for yesterday. I was so stressed-"
He starts to apologize, kissing the edge of your nose before rubbing his on yours.

"It's okay. I was just worried something happened when you fell. I-"
  
"I'm okay, just an idiot." He insists.

You place your hands on his chest, and move down a bit to get more comfortable as you two lock lips together.
You stop with adjusting, feeling something.. off.

Jake takes notice of the way your eyes widen.
   "You okay?"

    Oh.

You blush at the realization, knowing you haven't felt this in an extremely long time - especially since he had the surgery for longer than not when with you as humans still.

"Reflex again." You shortly explain. "Muscle memory? I forget what it's called. You got these back then, too- but.. very rarely. Maybe three times if even."

He didn't even realize, slipping his hand down to feel it for himself and confirm what you were noting.
   "Oh, I see now."
You can feel him using his knuckle to brush against your clit, while using the other end of that hand to circle around his tip.
   "Did we never.. try?"

"Not without-" You pause for a moment, your breath hitching as he pinches at your clit. "-the surgery- since - you can't feel much."
    It's hard to give a serious answer when he's playing with your clit like it's some sort of anxiety-stimulation toy.
  "We tried once, but- Fuck."