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

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"You did mention how hard it was losing this side of me." He confesses. "Maybe.. maybe I'll wait a bit longer this time. I'll wait til after the war - which I'm still hoping won't be for a year or two - and I'll think about it. After we move everyone back into HG and get things settled."

"I appreciate it, Jake. I really do, but I know what it means to you. Whatever you go with, I support. Don't let me sway it one way or another."

He presses his forehead to yours, a simple act he loves doing — showing he's there, he's listening, and he understands.

"How did the check up go this morning?" Jake finally asks before pulling his face away, but leaves his hands next to you on the bed.

"Oh. I'm.. not pregnant." You unfortunately share. "I was kind of hoping..."

Your voice trails off as he places his hand on your jawline.
"I'm sorry, but hey - just means we get to keep trying, right?"

He pulls you to the very edge of the bed, and brings his knee up.
   He stands so tall over you as he looks down, and cups your face like he's some giant Navi.

You truly weren't used to seeing him like this.

Your eyes close once his lips find purchase on your neck, and the closer he gets to your ear; the more your eyes and head roll back.

You don't notice it, but he pushes his elastic shorts down. Just enough to free himself with more than enough space.

His hand roughly grabs at your dress, and hikes up the fabric. Jake's surprised to find you're without any underwear underneath, his fingers slipping over your bare clit as he rubs circles into it.

"I.. threw it on after I showered, I didn't-"
   You're hardly given a chance to explain; already soaking his fingers as he pushes them knuckle deep.
Your heels press onto the corner of the bed as he climbs on, and ultimately surrenders the hand job as he has to hold himself up.

You spread your legs out more as you fall back into bed, and help him find his way inside of you.

He lets a beautifully long moan out as he sinks himself in, savoring the way you're absolutely drowning him in you.

He settles into a comfortable missionary position, mostly using his elbows and knees to move himself in.
   Oh, his ears beautifully twitch as if he's in his Avatar state when you groan out as he pushes in all he has to give.

You grab onto his arms, and it's so difficult not to shake against him as he so slowly penetrates you - teasing you, making you beg for more.
 
It becomes a bit much at one point, and as he feels unsteady he comes up with a better position in mind. One where he can lean up against you better.

You lay there, saddened by the loss of his warm body as he parts — seemingly unsure as to what or why hes gotten up.

"Jake?" You ask, hoping he's okay as he takes a breather to lean against the desk. "You okay?"

It's like something switches as he so devilishly grins when you come closer.

Before you know it - he bends you over the bed, and places his hands on your hips to help steady himself.

   Your face is slammed into the pillows as he pushes you forward, and thrusts with a newfound passion as he pins you to the bed.

You try to cover the moan that slips out as he smacks your ass, but he's upset when he notices how your hand covers your mouth.

"Don't do that." He demands, and leans forward so he can wrap his hand around your throat and pull you up. "I want to hear you."

You yelp when he manages to get you upright, which only boosts his ego more. He's been craving this experience just as much as he did with the avatars.