SCENE SETUP:
You've been hanging out with Jake for about 6 months. It's all been casual and fun. You have a bunch of stuff in common and you met him through your work. He finds the fact that you aren't an influencer refreshing, meanwhile you find it interesting that he is one.
The undertones of your friendship were always a bit romantic, but it was never forced. Going further than friends was not necessarily a priority since he's been dealing with a lot.
Y/N POV:
Your phone dings and lights up "we have nothing to do, want to come over?" you read. "Sure I'll be there in a bit." Jake invites you over to occupy his and Johnnie's time frequently. Most likely because you give them weed for free, smh.
You pack up some stuff you want to bring over, get ready, and drive to his house. You love this house so much, it's not as well decorated as your apartment but it's really impressive to you that he's a homeowner.
You step in, knowing they don't lock the door, and peak around until you behold Johnnie sprawled across the couch. You greet him then sit on the couch adjacent to him. After pulling out *things* from your bag you get comfy and wait for Jake to make his appearance.
After about 30 minutes of casual chit chat with the aforementioned emo-twink (yes I know he's straight this is a joke don't cancel me), Jake pops into the room. You can smell the cigarettes on his clothes when he takes a seat next to you. He greets you and asks if you brought any pot for them, you tell him "yes but you have to prep it yourself I don't feel like packing it or lighting it" and he complies. You, Jake, and Johnnie spend the next hour or so smoking and just hanging out. Pretty average day.
Abruptly, Johnnie checks his phone and shoots up. "f*ck I forgot about that appointment, I have to get an Uber." Jake offers to drive him and Johnnie tells him no, that he's alright getting a ride and doesn't want to burden.
Johnnie rushes out of the house after ordering an Uber, and leaves you and Jake alone. This is a pretty normal occurrence, so it's not awkward. Eventually you two get tired of the couch and move to his room, you're a little high, and find yourself realizing, suddenly, that you've cuddled up against him while lying down. You're on your side, facing him, with your head on his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around you. Normally this wouldn't fluster you in the slightest. You cuddle all of your friends. But for some reason you find yourself with butterflies. You know that your face is burning up, but it's not noticeable because you were already flushed from smoking.
You lose yourself in him, you almost feel like you're spinning. He smells so good, not in a clean way, but in a musky way. And he is very warm as well as a little muscular, but not to a point where you feel uncomfortable against him. You snap yourself out of this trance though, and adjust to be out of his arms and lying on your back while not touching him. Jake notices your movement, and most likely your change in demeanor too, and props himself up on his elbow to face you, while hovering over you a bit. You look at his face, and feel the butterflies once more. You see his arm move a bit, and divert your attention away from his stunning mouth. Suddenly he reaches out to you and holds the side of your face with his hand, very gently. He makes you look at him, making eye contact with him, despite you both hating eye contact. You just stare at each other for a while, and it's beautiful.
You must've been leaning in subconsciously, because he leans in and kisses you, finally. He's very gentle with you at first, with a short but romantic kiss. Then this turns into two kisses, then three. But you crave more from him, so you push him onto his back and climb on top of him to start full-on making out. This position allows you to tangle your fingers through his hair while straddling him. You make sure to intensify the make out, when he starts grinding against you. You let out a breath, and position yourself closer to his dick so it feels better for the both of you. He continues to grind while you let out small noises. His hands have found themselves holding your waist, gripping into your soft skin harshly. You break the lustful kiss and rest your head on his shoulder. It feels really great to be this close to him, it's all you've wanted for a long time.
He takes your ending of the make out as a sign to take over. He flips the both of you over and gets comfortable on top of you. Your legs are now wrapped around his waist, and you're grinding even harder now.
Eventually, Jake starts messing with the hem of your shirt and fights it off of you. He marvels at your exposed skin, and starts kissing down your neck. By the time he reaches your collarbones, you realize that you've been quite loud. Despite the fact that you generally are a very quiet person (especially when high). The poker face has failed you, and it's time to embrace that. He begins what must be a hickey near your collarbone. Upon this sensation, you lean your lower back up with your legs to meet your groin with his very hard co*ck.
He pulls his head up to look at your face, your face which has smeared makeup and red cheeks. "You're such a mess" he says smiling, wiping some black eyeliner away from the side of your face "I want to make this makeup stream down your face with tears." He was trying to be goofy and joke-flirty, but dammit it was working. This punk-rock dork was accidentally the hottest man on Earth. You smile at him "I need you to make me cry from how good you feel."
The energy of the entire room seemed to shift once he heard those words. Suddenly a playful, ditzy action turned to a ravenous, almost primal or violent, urge. He sits himself up between your legs and starts stripping you of your shorts and undergarments (not including socks, the socks stay on). With no hesitation he begins to strip himself. And no matter how many times you see his bare chest, his badass tattoos, his nipple piercings, his cute happy trail, the hint of abs, or his slu*tty little waist; you will never not think that he is the most attractive thing you've ever laid eyes on. After marveling at his beauty for a bit, you realize he's been ridden of all cloth. You can't help but to sober up a little and choke on the cotton-mouth sensation going on in your mouth.
You feel Jake stand up from the bed and drag you to the edge so you're on your hands and knees. He holds your face roughly kisses you. Your free hand trails from his side to his love handles, feeling freely around his skin. Your other hand stays on the bed, propping you up. After what feels like blissful eternity, the kiss ends. He looks at you, and you look at his lips, Jake has always had perfect lips. They're big, but not overwhelming with a color that compliments his normal skin perfectly. The kissing has begun to chap them though, making a darker color peek through.
You reach for his dick, and begin slowly (and a little awkwardly) stroking it. He lets go of your face and pushes your hair out of your sight, while still holding it all out of the way. You understand this to mean 'get comfortable because you're about to suck dick like you never have before'. So you relax your back, and find a comfortable spot eye level with his unsettlingly long and skinny co*ck. You lick up the length of it, at least all of it that isn't already occupied by your hand. He hums at the warmth that is quickly followed by a sting of cold air where saliva was. You decide to wrap your mouth around him now, still holding his base with your dominant hand. Your other hand remains propping you up. You bob your head up and down, your cheeks hollowed out from the suction. Jake lets out a little noise as your tongue grazes the slit of his tip. His large hands tighten the grip on your hair and he begins to guide the speed at which your head is bobbing.
After a minute or two of this repetitive motion, you let go of his dick with your hand and mouth and sit up, catching your breath and wiping some sweat from your forehead. Jake stands in the same spot as before, seemingly bathing in the way you look. His eyes travel all across your body, until you interrupt his staring with a kiss. This kiss isn't so hungry though, instead it's passionate and full of love. After the kiss is done, you travel back down to his groin, where you assume your previous position. This time though, you take his entire length in your mouth. It is hard to not puke on him from the gagging, but it doesn't matter. Right now the goal is to please him, make him feel as good as possible. So you bob, holding your breath as his tip hits your throat. He starts to moan a little and when you come up for air, he throws you onto your back. So you lay there, propped on your elbows with your legs hanging off the bed.
In a moment, Jake is on the floor, on his knees, and holding your hips while kissing your inner thigh. He takes a moment to tease you, light kisses, small nibbles, and two hickeys. You can't help but to whimper a little every time his mouth touches you. But nothing could have prepared you for the sensation when he took your genitals in his pretty little mouth. You let out a long sigh and fall fully onto your back. Each lick and suck sends you into outer space. With the back-arching euphoria you're in, the knot in the pit of your stomach begins to build, a feeling you wish would never end.
But it does. Suddenly Jake has moved to the opposite side of the room to search for something in a drawer, you can only assume what he's looking for though. You take this moment to move onto the center of the bed, and stay there sitting up. "What are you looking for?" you ask endearingly. Jake looks over his shoulder for a moment "Wouldn't you like to know." "Yes dipsh*t that's why I'm asking" you scoff at his stupid smirk that you could detect from a mile away. He giggles at your frustration. "Found it!" he exclaims. He approaches you again, setting a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms. "Magnum? Seriously?" you mock him. He grabs your face in response, "Yes, seriously." He smiles at you; the big smile he does when he is truly happy in the moment. "So you better start stretching yourself" he says with a sassy eye roll and a slight lisp. "Isn't that your job?" you coo at him while relaxing onto your back.
With that comment, the interlude is over. He grabs your hips and repositions you onto your knees, this time with your face and shoulders resting on the bed. You back has a nice arch in this position and you feel comfortable, but very vulnerable since you can't see what Jake is doing anymore. You can hear some movement behind you, and are confronted with a lubed up finger inside you. You inhale while reminding your muscles to relax. Jake moves his finger in and out a bit before adding a second, then a third. This addition is followed by a quicker pace, and his fingers angling in the perfect way to stimulate your G-Spot. You can hear the ripping of a package behind you while getting finger blasted, a few seconds after the noise, he pulls out his long, and now very wet, fingers. You are stuck in a euphoric hum during this period of time.
And, with the blink of an eye, Jake shoves his entire length in you. You let out a noise at the intrusion, and immediately start moving in rhythm with him. Every thrust of his makes you feel full, and you can't help but to moan. And he grunts a bit behind you, with a tight grip on your waist. This bliss continues for about five minutes. Every thrust pushes you further into the bed, and takes away a part of your fine motor functions. You are moaning and shaking under his grasp and you could do it forever.
You must've been shaking pretty bad though, since Jake pulls out and flips you onto your back. He positions your legs to be open and resting on his hips. Meanwhile, he is on his hands and knees on top of you. He pushes himself into you again and begins the thrusting; except this time each thrust gets sloppier. In, out, in, then out, and in again, then in, he lets out a whiny noise on top of you, he pulls halfway out, then slams into you again. Suddenly he collapses onto you. He's panting and sweaty, and insanely hot. He is moaning a little with each deep breath. You realize that your nails are dug into his back, and decide to let go of him. He takes this release of grip to pull out of you completely and flop down next to you, and you sit up next to him. You decide to peel off his condom and tie it, then throw it into the garbage can across the room.
At this point, it's clear that the action is over, and you decide to cuddle up against Jake. He is very warm and happy to hold you as you both drift asleep. Even if the future of your dynamic is unknown, you feel the most comfortable in this moment than you have in a really long time.
