Tear You Apart

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Warnings | Explicit sexual content, cursing, m-dom/f-sub, voyeurism, edging, oral (f-recieving), over stimulation, dacryphilia, m-masturbation, spit, hairpulling, spanking,slight degradation (???),spit (are we surprised?)

Word Count | 3k words

Authors Note | So I found this idea through @alliebooponthis post and knew I HAD to write it… I’m literally the biggest whore for dom!jake and just the idea of this has me weak in the knees. Full warning that the fic takes a whole ass 180 halfway through because I don’t know how to stay consistent.

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“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” You clutch the sheets and grind your hips down onto Jake’s mouth, his tongue laid out flat for you to work against. Keeping your eyes on him, let alone open is a difficult task but you obey nonetheless, watching from your seated position on the bed as he’s knelt with his face pressed between your thighs.

“More, Jake, please.” Your hips are pushing against him harder now, moving with the sole purpose of reaching the orgasm you’ve been chasing for the past forty minutes.

He acknowledges your request with a simple nod and brings his fingers to trace over your entrance, preparing to push into you. He teases you, only dipping in down to his first knuckle before pulling out and repeating that movement over and over again. The warmth in your stomach is almost growing overwhelming now, the need to find your release becoming so pertinent that when Jake pulls away you want to scream.

“Please, please don’t stop.” You reach to pull him closer by his hair “Please Jake, I’m so close, let me cum, I need it.”

Your babbling doesn’t phase him, he still rises from his knees to sit on the bed with you. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he slips down his pants and pulls out his dick. You give a frustrated huff and slide your hand between your legs but Jake swats it away.

“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re gonna sit there like a good girl and watch me get myself off. If you touch yourself I’ll edge you for the rest of the night.”

He’s done this a few times before, made you watch him just to wind you up even more but he’d never gone so far as to already have denied you multiple orgasms before teasing you like this. You bow your head and give a small nod which prompts him to start moving. Before he even touches himself he leans over and lets a small trail of spit drop from his mouth and onto the head of his dick. The movement was so sensual, so intimate, probably just an afterthought or something he’s does unconsciously when he’s all alone. Your body is trembling just watching him as he starts to pump himself, his head is already tipped back and his plump lips are glossy from spit, mouth open in an o shape.

The soft groans that leave his lips make you ache and you wish you could relieve the building need between your legs but you know you can’t disobey him. He starts to buck up into his hand letting out soft breaths on each offbeat. You’re growing wetter by the second as you watch him writher under his own touch. Jake starts to work against himself faster and harder, chasing his release with a growing fervor.

“Does that feel good Jakey?” You hum, shifting your hips in hopes of relieving some pressure.

He responds with a grunt and thrusts harder against his hand. At some point his hair has fallen into his face and it practically sets your body on fire with how disheveled he looks. Without thinking your hand snakes down your stomach, hoping that you can appease the ache in your core with just a few circles of your fingers.

You gasp, realizing that you just blatantly disobeyed Jake’s only command and when his eyes meet yours and your hand is still drawing circles on your clit your chest fills with anxiety.

“Jake, I– I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to! Please keep going, I’ll be good, I didn’t mean it.” Your heart is racing so fast you can feel beating against your ribcage. Jake is just sitting silently, his hand having stopped moving. His expression reads as bored which spurs you on more. “Jakey, baby, I’m sorry please, It was an accident, I wasn’t thinking. I–”

“–Are you done?” He runs a finger over his bottom lip distractedly.

Huffing out an incredulous sigh you stare at him, completely wide eyed. “I just–”

“I don’t care. Are you finished?”

“I- uh.” You sputter, trying to gauge what he’s thinking. “Yes. I’m done, sorry.”

“You remember the light system, if you need me to stop, under any circumstances you say red. What colour are you?”

“Green.” You breathe, looking into your lap to keep from meeting his eyes.

Almost as soon as the words pass your lips Jake is pouncing on you, forcing both of your wrists to the bed on either side of you head. He attacks your lips feverishly and grinds his cock against your bare cunt. A moan drags from your throat but it’s quickly stifled when Jake shoves his fingers into your mouth.

“No more noise from you.” He growls, then leans into your ear “Use the taps if you need to, okay? One, two, three.” He demonstrates by tapping your wrist with the hand that’s circling it. You nod frantically, begging him to continue with whatever he has planned for you. “Are you going to be quiet?” He slips his fingers out of your mouth and wipes the spit onto your lips as some sort of belittling gesture.

“I swear.” You mutter but as soon as the words pass your lips you regret it, knowing that you already disobeyed the rules he’s set out for you.

“You are not very good at following rules tonight.” He chides, tapping his index finger over your bottom lip. Jake shifts so he can hold both of your hands above your head with one of his own and then he wraps his other around your throat, gripping it harshly and pulling you up so your lips are inches apart “I am going to fucking ruin you.” He spits the words at you venomously and it makes your heart race. “Turn around, ass up.”

When he relinquishes his grip on your wrists you scramble onto all fours, presenting yourself to him with your back arched. The fact that he hasn’t properly touched you yet makes your skin crawl, especially from such a vulnerable position, also coupled with the fact that you can’t see him. The bed dips under his weight behind you and you breathe a sigh of relief, now that you know where he is your anxiety eases slightly.

In one quick movement, one that you barely register, Jake’s hand sinks into your hair and pulls you against him so your back is flush with his chest. I groan falls past your lips at the sensation, sparks of pain shooting through your nerves that soon give way to a not-so-new feeling of pleasure. His body is now bare and you can feel how hot his skin is against yours. To hold you against him better he uses his other hand to grasp your throat, pining you against him but not restricting airflow. The hand in your hair releases it’s hold but you still keep your head tipped back onto his shoulder, not that you really have a choice from how he’s holding your neck.

You can practically feel your arousal slipping down your thighs and in a lame attempt to gain some relief you push your hips back against him, his cock slipping along the curve of your ass.

Jake tsks you at you “Cut that out.”

You have to stop yourself from whining, not sure if you can handle any more punishment tacked onto whatever he has planned for you. You expect him to tease you a little bit more so when he pushes into you a startled moan is knocked loose from your lungs. Jake doesn’t comment on the noise with words, only puts a bit more pressure on the sides of your neck with the pads of his fingers. Within just a few thrusts you can already start to feel yourself creeping towards the edge of release, having already been denied a few orgasms already. Jake bucks up into you harshly, holding you against him with an immovable grip on your neck and a frim hand on your stomach.

“Are you close already?” He whispers, goosebumps rising in his wake where he spoke against your neck.

You mumble out an unintelligible word of affirmation rocking your hips into his. Snaking a hand behind you, you thread your fingers into his hair and pull, keeping him tight against you. Your knees are screaming from holding your weight and you can imagine Jake feels the same. Almost as though he read your thoughts he pushes you down onto all fours again, twirling your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he has something to hold on to while his other hand sits loosely on your hip.

“Don’t you fucking cum, not until I tell you to.”

A string of gasps stutters out of you as he pushes into you to a hilt, rolling his hips before retreating and slamming in again. Your entire body is shaking and you’re getting impossibly close to coming undone. Without a real thought to it you draw your hand to trace circles over your clit but in response to your actions Jake brings his hand down against your ass, letting go of your hair. Your body jolts forwards and a cry tears through your throat, melting into a moan when he soothes his hand over the spot he hit.

“You liked that didn’t you? My dirty girl.”

His words go straight to you cunt, the building of your orgasm becoming so unbearable that you couldn’t possibly hold it for any longer.

“Jake, please–” You huff out a breathy moan when his thrusts become sharper, falling forward so your chest is against the mattress you grip the sheets to the point that you’re knuckles turn white. “–I’m so close, please let me cum, please.” The last word is strained, your throat going dry as your eyes well with tears.

Once again fisting your hair he pulls you up so you’re on all fours again, back arching, and eyes squeezed shut. “No. Get on your knees.” He pulls out of you without another word and jerks himself harshly against your lips once you’ve pulled yourself to kneel in front of him. “Open up baby.”

Laying your tongue out for him you place your hands in your lap and wait patiently as he continues to stroke his cock. Jake’s entire body is shuddering, his breathing becoming erratic and with a few more thrusts into his hand he cums all over your tongue. You swallow it down almost greedily, licking a stripe up his dick from base to tip as if to thank him.

“You look so pretty like that.” He caresses the side of your face and presses his thumb against your lips.

You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips, allowing him to slide his thumb over your tongue. Closing your lips you run your tongue along the digit and bob your head to imitate a far more obscene act. The throbbing between your legs blazes anew when he rescinds his thumb from your mouth and beckons you further up towards his face by gripping your chin.

“Keep your mouth open.”

Once again you lay out your tongue for him, presenting your open mouth by tipping your head back. A shiver runs harshly down your spine when his hold on you tightens and he bends over so his mouth is above yours. You wait with bated breath until finally he gives you a smirk and spits into your mouth. You’ve tried this once before and the fluttering in your cunt goes to show how much you enjoy it.

You have to work up the courage to speak, to voice your needs. There’s a possibility that he will continue to deny you your release but you hold fast and stay hopeful. “I need you to touch me, please.”

“And what makes you think you can make such a request?”

Frustration blooms in your chest and mixes with the ache between your thighs. “I’ve been good! I’ll be good, just please–” You hang your head but then peer at him once again through your lashes “–Please Jake.”

You can see his resolve cracking, his eyes softening at your pleas. An empathetic tilt of his lips tells you that he’s decided to let you off the hook… or so you think.

“Where you do you want me baby?”

You lay on your back and spread your legs for him, your dripping cunt on display. “Here, Jakey, touch me here.” Gently circling his wrist, you drag his hand between your legs.

“You want me to touch your pretty pussy baby, you want me to finally make you cum?”

You want to believe that he will, that he’ll let you off easy and give in to your requests. Arching your back you tip your head further into the bed and push yourself into his face.

“So eager–” Jake runs a finger through your folds, collecting your slick and bringing it too his lips. “–So sweet.”

Your body goes into overdrive, the feeling of his hands on you makes you think you cum from that simple bit of contact. “Please– Jake please, I need you.”

He hums, low and sultry, skating his fingertips along the inside of your thighs. “Look at you, you’re trembling, do you want me that bad baby?”

You whine and arch into his touch when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clit. The pressure isn’t nearly enough so you grind your hips down onto him but he pulls back. “No, please don’t stop.” You reach frantically for his hands, pulling him back to you.

“But you sound so pretty begging for me.” The look on his face is pure sin as he regards you from his kneeling position. Huffing out a sigh he lifts his hands in surrender “Fine but only because you look so fucking perfect looking at me like that.”

You hold your breath as you watch him get down onto his stomach and lower his mouth to curl his tongue against your clit. A sigh falls past your lips as he starts to work against you. He doesn’t wait to push two fingers inside of you, clearly he has a set goal in mind. It barely takes anything for you to start pumping your hips against his hand, your fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer.

“Fuck– I’m–” Your words are cut short when Jake’s fingers brush over your g spot which sends your reeling, now teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Jake–”

Your chest is heaving and you’re grinding yourself down against his tongue as hard as you can, chasing your release feverishly. You can feel him smirk against you and it should have registered as a warning sign but your lust-clouded brain didn’t fully process it until Jake started to pull away, right when your thighs begin to shake.

“Fuck! Jake no–” Tears are welling in your eyes now, your throat tightening. “Please, please, Jake, I’ll be so good–” You sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing at his throat and jawline, hoping to get a reaction. “Please Jake, let me cum, please.”

“Shhh baby, shhh.” Jake wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. His hair tickles your neck as he leans into your ear, his voice dropping to a husky tone “Just know, if you disobey me again, it’s going to be a whole lot worse than this.”

“I’m sorry, Jakey. I swear it won’t happen again.”

“Good.”

Jake shifts beneath you, lifting you up by your hips until he has enough room to drag his dick up to your entrance and let you sink down on him.

“Go on baby, fuck yourself on me, get yourself off.”

You don’t even register his words, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you but this time on your own terms. He doesn’t move beneath you, giving you full control. Jake’s hands are on your hips, fingertips digging into you hard enough to bruise.

“You feel so good–” A gasp steals your breath when Jake presses his fingers to your clit and starts to rub tight, slow circles against it. “Faster, please, Jake.”

He obliges, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves as quickly as he can while keeping in time with the way you’re riding him. You dig your nails into his back and fight the urge to bite down on his shoulder, your orgasm fast approaching.

“I can feel you squeezing around me, are you close baby?”

“So close– Fuck– Can I cum, Jakey? Please?” Your words are slurred and whiny, spoken into the tan flesh of his clavicle.

“Go ahead, cum for me.”

Throwing your head back and rutting against him as fast and hard as you possibly can your orgasm finally washes over you. Your entire body feels like its flooded with warmth and then cold sparks of pleasure creep up your spine. Your eyes are squeezed shut and a moan is tearing through your chest. With the way your clenching around Jake you know he’s not gonna last much longer. Finally he starts to move inside of you, fucking you through your orgasm while trying to reach his own. With a few more quick juts of his hips Jake releasing deep inside of you reaching a standstill once you’ve both come down.

Wordlessly Jake lifts you off of him and lays you down before standing and scooping you up in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet while he runs the bath. Your bones feel like Jello and your head is heavy. Instead of giving you toilet paper to clean yourself up he get you to move to the edge of the toilet so he can clean up your thighs.

Once the bath is full and you’re situated against his chest, his legs framing your own you close your eyes and lay your head back on his shoulder. “I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

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