Capital Vices | JTK

PRIDE

Pride: an excessive view of one's self without regard for others

Listen while reading: Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix, Nobody Home - Pink Floyd

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, morning sex, quickie (ish), fingering (f!receiving), choking, praise, degradation, name calling, sir kink, begging, dom/sub, overstimulation, rough sex, dirty talk, touch of bratty sub, showering together, fluff (lots), angst, arguing, fighting, crying, breakups/mentions of breakups, mentions of death/dying, mentions of loss of a parent, grief, swearing, sorry if i miss any!

"Wake up, sweetheart." A soft kiss was placed on your shoulder, the light tickle just the right amount of sweetness to wake you up in a good mood. You had grown accustomed to Jake's presence in the early mornings; your defence was down, and in some strange way, you'd even grown to love it. You hummed in response, neglecting to open your eyes and see what he wanted from you. You could still feel him wrapped around you, your back pressed tightly against his chest and his touch warming your soul. A light hand was on your hip, his fingers lazily holding you in a show of clear affection. Whatever he wanted was nothing important, and that you were certain of.

"Five more minutes." You protested, pulling the blanket closer to your chest. He chuckled at your reluctance, continuing to pepper kisses across your shoulder.

"It's late, angel. You should get up." He tried again, the little white lie slipping past his lips to encourage you to open your eyes. His hand drifted a little further downwards, his fingertips now grazing your bare thigh.

"I have nothing to do today." You argued, trying not to give into his gentle touch. The temptation was impossible to resist, but you put up the fight for as long as you could.

"Nothing to do?" He teased. "Not even me?" Even with your eyes closed, you had to fight off the urge to roll them at his shameless flirting.

"You'll be here all day," you grumbled, struggling to ignore his hand that was drifting towards your heat. You had only been awake for a moment, but the familiar ache was already growing too strong to ignore. "I'm sure you can wait a little while."

"Haven't you learned that lesson already?" Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers slipped between your legs. "I don't like waiting, angel." A rush of arousal ran through you at the memory of the night before. Although he gave you what he thought was a punishment, it did not seem to deter you from wanting to deny him again. Whatever he was trying to teach you did not seem to stick. Whether that was due to his poor teaching ability or your undying need for him, you did not know. What you did know was that despite his efforts, he could not seem to fuck the brattiness out of you and his form of punishment was highly enjoyable. You were eager to press the same buttons just to experience sex like that again.

In truth, there were a million lessons he had tried hard to teach you, but you never cared to listen. It had nothing to do with his ability, and everything to do with your own stubbornness.

Perhaps if you listened, you might have avoided the disaster that was looming just overhead.

"Maybe you need to remind me again." You yawned, and although it was not on purpose, it seemed to fit the narrative perfectly. "Not sure if I remember correctly."

"Come on, sweetheart. Don't start with me again." He sighed, his fingers finally reaching your cunt. You took in a sharp breath in reaction to the feeling, still sore and sensitive from the night before. "I thought I fucked that little attitude out of you?" His finger ran through your wetness, trailing it all the way up to your clit where he began tracing slow circles. You shifted, rolling over on your back to allow him easier access to you. His eyes drifted over your face, a small smile stuck on his lips as he admired your beauty in the light of the early morning. "Nothing to say?" He questioned, keeping his movements steady, but light.