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Jacob x Reader [ Show Me Part 2 ]

Warning! Contains sexual content!

It's been roughly a couple of days since Jacob Frye had promised to 'Love Me'

He's been different I can admit that. He comes by but only briefly, leaving flowers or small gifts. Cliché stuff that I've seen a million times before with other men. But at least he was trying. Whenever we ran into each other his attitude has seemed yo change towards me. He doesn't press his lips against mine in a bruising fashion. He doesn't demand that we find a bed, or run his hand up my shirt without asking. He was being so...gentlemen like.

But these little trinkets of affection were affecting him. I could tell he wanted to touch me by his eyes, list covering them. I didn't know much about Jacob Frye but I could pick up hints. He wanted me, but seemed to remember what had happened to our failed mission.

But speaking of said mission, it was way worse then we thought. Turns out the goons we were trying to eavesdrop on were talking about smuggling a bunch of firearms across the city. To try and toss Jacobs little gang, The Rooks, off the high chair of London. So we confronted them and I ended up with a bullet to the shoulder. Yay me...

So for the past couple of days I've been in my room, rubbing my neck and shoulder gently. My shoulder wrapped up tight with fresh bandage. I huffed, looking in my mirror. It was like a smack in the face for me, to see that bandage wrapped so firm around my shoulder. And forced to stay in this room, this infernal room. I huffed, shaking my head. How did I let such a thing to happen to me. To someone like me who was so keened in on her surroundings. I let myself think about one thing and suddenly it tossed me off. That one thing you ask, well it was more then a one person.

I think you know the answer.

While I was strapping back on my vest, a light tapping came to my window. Turning around I frowned, grabbing my hair brush from the desk. "I swear you darn pigeons better leave me al-" I started, tossing back the drapes only to see Jacob there. Clinging to the water pipe running beside my window. He smiled, tipping his hat slightly. I huffed, opening up the window. "What do you want Frye?" I said, stepping back towards the desk, letting the man inside.

He chuckled, lacing his arms around my body. "I wanted to check on you love" he said, kissing my earlobe. "Jacob you've 'checked up' on me since I got shot" I answered, but he only grinned against my neck. He pressed another kiss to my neck, then gently massaged the muscle around the wound. I flinched at first but he only pressed harder until the pain subsided to a tense releasing pleasure.

I groaned, tipping my head backwards against his shoulder exposing my neck. He smiled, setting open mouthed kisses on my skin, his free hand trailing up to hook a finger in the dip of my shirt. "Jacob" I said, but he gave hot, sucking kiss to my neck to silence me.

Honestly, I felt conflicted about this. On one hand I was trying to gain the courage to push him away but on the other I felt like I needed this. As did Jacob.

He sucked on my neck, leaving a mark right where my shirt could conceal it. Clever bastard. He kissed up to my mouth, turning my body around and pressing it back. Back towards my bed. My legs hit my bed side, his hands gliding me down to the mattress. He kneeled in front of me, spreading my legs to squeeze in between. His lips brushing against my own. It felt so good, it was almost like he was asking for permission.

And I gladly accepted.

I tossed all doubt out the window, all fucks I had were gone. My lips pressed against his, wanting him to kiss me back. And he did, his hands tangling in my hair as we kissed. We tasted each other, pressed against one another. This was going so fast but I didn't care. I wanted this so badly. I felt that if he was going to prove himself to me now was the moment. He pushed me up further along the bed, dragging my shirt over my head.