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

(Cont.) 🔞

"But what?" He pauses, curious.
Torturing you to respond or else withholding any further touch.

"But- you don't feel much, it wasn't worth noting or continuing. We stopped because you couldn't get hard enough."

He seems to hum in response.
    "Well, this version of me never tried."

You lean down to kiss at his chest.
    "We can try again if you want."

Before you know it, his hand is on his length as he tries to pump away at it - some parts of him he doesn't feel anything at all, but others he's lucky to have at least something, even if it feels like scraping your nails against a leg that's fallen asleep.

He switches to slipping his fingers along your labia, trying to coax more slick out of you as he pushes his fingers in as far as they'll go - loosening you up enough so it's easier on him to slide in.

Jake holds himself at the tip, and starts by kissing your shoulder as he uses his other hand to help guide how far done he wants you to go.

It's still not completely hard enough, but maybe with enough added friction - it could be.
    You still moan when he manages to get it in, and pushes on your hip so you take his tip in fully and moan pleasurably as your hips start to circle on their own.

"Fuck." You moan into his chest as you kiss along it. That's the most you've both managed without any medical assistance, that's for sure.

This was a whole milestone of its own.

You can feel him stroking the rest of his length, trying to strengthen what he can as he wants you take more in as he manages it.

He's halfway in by the time you sit up a bit, and let your hair fall down on either side of his face as he lets out a pleasurable sigh.
"Shit." He hisses between his teeth.

You rock your hips slowly, watching the expressions change on his face.
    "Can you feel me?"

"Yes." He groans out, now placing both hands on your hips as he leaves small half circle indents behind.
    "Fuck, you're so wet."

You grind against him and lean back down, breathing against his shoulder and neck as you switch between kissing and leaving erotic marks behind.

Hes definitely enjoying himself, fully laid back on the bed with his eyes closed as he focuses on what little active nerves he can register it from.

"Faster." He begs, and you can feel a faint sort of twitch within as he does.

It's easier to prop up on your elbows, and move your hips that way as you thrust against him.

He can't manage it all the way in, but it still hits all the right places as your g-spot sits on the shallow end, anyway.

Jake places his hand back down on your pelvis, circling your clit with his fingers as he tries to encourage more moans out of you - leaving you fighting against the overstimulation and trying to balance the right thrusts against them.

His thumb works so much better when he switches to it instead, hitting against the more sensitive side as you cry out against his chest.

And that was nothing compared to how loud you moaned when he tried his usual movement - sinking his teeth into your shoulder and marking you so proudly for everyone to see.

"Jake." You heavily breathe out, trying not to end it too soon, but since the bond was made - he's first hand experienced and learned every little move that makes you shake. "Damn it."

It's like he craves forcing your orgasms out, his ego only growing larger with each turn as he collects them like trophies.

"Come on, baby." He taunts. "I know you're close."