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

Suffocation 🔞

You graciously take it, for that he's thankful - and you pull yourself up as his hand comes along your lower back to help.

This is the closest he's been in so long.

His forehead is right here, and for whatever reason or purpose - you kiss him.
Not realizing before how much you truly missed his touch.

He doesn't even blink as you continue on, staring you down in wonder as he lifts his face up to meet you better. Until your lips fall on his jaw, and finally on his own lips.
He moans into it as you push against him so strongly, as if you're demanding this contact between the both of you - like you suddenly can't breathe, let alone live, without it.

He lets you lead, even to the point where you're practically shoving him on his back and climbing on top of him.

At the end of the day, fuck these pregnancy hormones. They couldn't keep themselves a single direction for longer than an hour.

"Evelyn said not to-"

"Shh." You cut him off as you work around straddling his waist, and he hardly objects as you start to kiss along his chest.
He's in such a daze at the way you throw yourself at him, he gets too far ahead mentally before actually realizing what's going on.

"We probably shouldn-"

"Shut up, Jake."

He obeys like a whimpering dog, and stretches his hands out to grasp for the shower chair legs - giving him anything to hold onto that isn't you. He's too worried he may hurt the fetus.

It doesn't take you long to spring him free of his now soaked gym shorts, and he bites unbelievably hard into his lower lip as you push only his tip in.

He hasn't heard those beautiful moans in so long, either - and he cherishes each one as you thrust him in deeper and deeper.

He tilts his head forward for a moment, watching as you lean against his chest and helplessly continue on like your own bodies fighting you for the need to orgasm.
It takes everything within him not to move, not to ruin what undying need your body suddenly begs for as you ride him with no room for mercy or backing out.

He savors the way you clench against him as you start to rub your swollen clit, unintentionally drawing his length from you before pushing it back in as you nearly yelp with the way it feels.

You only push on more as he starts to move, meeting his every thrust with your own as your breathing shallows out with how close you are.

He's forcing it from you when he hits all the right spots, until you're digging your nails into his chest and placing both palms on him as you nearly cry out with the release.

It's so strong to him, that even the way you clench forces his own release shortly after.

You definitely can't hold yourself up anymore, and fall into his chest as your arms shake with weakness.

"Feel better? Is that all you needed?" He teases, bringing his hand to your back as he rubs it soothingly. "Wish you would've told me days ago."

You continue mumbling against his chest as you fight to catch your breath.
"Shut up, Jake."

There's a sudden knock on the bathroom door, and it shocks you back to reality as Grace's voice is overheard.

It's so hard not to hold yourself and cry even harder as the still running water continues to fall.

Jake was never there, still asleep and out completely in the medical ward beside your avatar this entire time.