Drabble.03
Pairings: Sick!Jake x Reader
Warnings: smut, nsfw, handjobs, overstimulation, pain kink, kink discovery, masochism (?), sadism (?), Jake has a cold-sore, sub!Jake (kind of), puppy!Jake, dom!reader
wc: 1.1k
This is the second time this month Jake has gotten a cold sore on his mouth, and his hectic schedule probably doesn't help prevent them from happening again.
It hurts you a little inside every time you see your boyfriend wince in pain when eating, drinking, or even talking at times. It hurts even more that you haven't been able to kiss him in weeks, as you didn't want to get one of those damn sores as well.
However, getting Jake to sit still for his medication is the worst part. The staff usually even has to tie his wrists up with towels to keep him from running away. His pain tolerance is obviously not the greatest, and putting that medicine on his wounds is likely able to knock him to his knees in the blink of an eye sobbing.
He's been back at the dorms for a couple of days now, as his sores accompanied a pesky cold that he has yet to shake—and being the good girlfriend you are, you stayed with him, making him soup, bringing him water and vitamins, and putting a damp cloth on his forehead.
But the one thing you still need to complete is helping him apply his cold sore medicine.
"Please, Jake," you begged, your hands clasped as if praying. "It'll only hurt for a couple minutes, and then you'll be done. Please? For me?"
Jake pouted, sniffling his runny nose and shaking his head. "No. I've said it a billion times. I'm not getting anywhere near that stuff."
You sigh, closing your eyes in frustration. "You've done it before, and look! You're still alive, so please, let's just get it over with. It'll help you get better sooner."
"It hurts too much, though." Jake pouted again, whining in defiance.
"Distract yourself—pinch your arm, or watch a show, or I'll sing to you. Hm, baby? How does that sound?" You tried to negotiate with the sick boy, but you could already see the rejection in his face.
"I said. No."
God, he was acting like a child. You wanted to just pin him down in that chair, force his mouth open, and force him to let you take care of him and get him better.
Oh?
That's not too bad of an idea, you think to yourself, a slight smirk playing on your lips.
So you walk closer to Jake, sitting on a chair at the dining room table, and settle on his lap. You set the bottle of cold-sore medicine on the table beside you before hooking your arms around his neck.
"Y/n, what are you doing? I'm sick," Jake turned his face away, a blush forming on his cheeks. "And I have this sore.."
You let out a soft chuckle, ducking your face into the crook of his jaw, licking a strip along it.
The boy squirmed under you, his hands rising to grab at your thighs in an attempt to ground himself.
"I won't catch anything as long as I don't touch your mouth," you whisper seductively against his skin before palming roughly at the growing bulge in his pants. "Plus, you need a stronger form of distraction, right?"
He let out a breathless whimper at your words and touch, his hips bucking up slightly into your hand in search of more friction. Fuck, this was going to be easy. Thank god your boyfriend is the horniest guy alive.
"So," you pull away from his neck to look him in the eyes, your free hand gripping his jaw tightly, forcing him to look at you. "Are you going to be good for me, Jakey?"
Jake's eyes looked a little bloodshot from his cold, but it only complimented the dark, rosy hue painting his cheeks. He nodded frantically, his breath coming out in short huffs.
So you got to work quick on his pants, untying his sweats and pulling his boxers down just enough to let his hardening cock spring free, earning a small groan from the desperate puppy beneath you.
You took his length in your hand, circling around his leaking tip, collecting a couple beads of precum before sliding down the shaft.
"Fuck.." he breathed out, his eyes fluttering in pleasure just from the first couple of touches.
You simply let out a soft giggle at the boy's reaction, finding him too adorable.
As you increase the speed, Jake can't help but squirm underneath you, his soft sounds getting louder as he feels overstimulated already.
God, if he knew sex would feel this much better while sick, he would've begged to fuck you days ago.
"Stay still, love. I can't help you unless you stay still. Okay?" You purr, to which he nodded in acknowledgment, trying his best to still himself, slightly wincing in pain every time he let a moan slip from his lips.
"S-shit, y/n— f-feels so good!" He struggled to get out between gasps and moans, your thumb digging into his sensitive slit. "Oh god, please! I'm getting close—"
"Yeah?" You coo at him, talking to him as if he's a real puppy, holding his chin up to look at you properly. "Is my destruction working well already, love?"
"Mhm!" He whimpered in response, hips bucking up more frantically now.
So you quickly grab the cold-sore medicine from the table with your free hand. "Open up for me?" You requested, and Jake happily obliged, opening his mouth wide and poking his tongue out, allowing more needy sounds to come out.
"M' gonna c-cum— hurry!" He speaks muffled against his own tongue, desperate.
You gently brush the medicine over the little sore on the side of his tongue, and it takes a couple moments for the boy under you to process the pain. So you keep stroking him fast, squeezing tightly, hoping you're distraction is enough to help prevent the pain.
And soon, you saw Jake's face contortion with pain as it always did, but seconds later, he let out a series of loud whiny moans, and his cock spurted thick white ribbons onto your hand, a couple globs even reaching the bottom of your chin. He was thrashing, his hips fucking into your hand like his life depended on it—to be honest, you almost fell off of him.
You felt a little guilty as the boy looked almost as if he was in pain as he orgasmed, but the guilt subsided quickly as his expression turned into a blissful and tender one as he panted, coming down from his high.
"I think that was the hardest I've ever cum before," he chuckled in disbelief.
Hm. You never thought that your boyfriend would be such a whore for pain. Good to know…
I've had this idea in the drafts ever since that one video of Jake having to be tied up by the staff to apply his cold-sore meds came out omggggg
I hope you enjoyed!!
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The vet took me to the back of the clinic after my owner left, and tied me down all spread out. He's roughly rubbing my puppy parts now. Owner hasn't let me cum in months so I'm really quick to the edge.
"Good dogs don't cum" he says and slaps me hard across the face. He lets me ease off the edge before he starts touching me again, this time punching me in the leg as he says "good dogs don't cum".
He edges me and then puts clips on my dick, edges me and then shocks me with an electric collar, edges me and then hits me right on the sensitive tip of my dick. "Good dogs don't cum, good dogs don't want to cum."
He starts to escalate, hurting me any time he touches my dick at all. I've started to writhe in pain and pull away any time he gets close to touching my poor denied parts. This seems to please him, and he relents.
The next day of training he spends the whole day hurting my dick; snapping it with rubber bands, covering it in burning cream, making sure I'm in constant pain. The only time he isn't hurting my dick is when he or another puppy is using my holes. Puppies like me are for fucking, he says, and don't deserve pleasure. Instead of being a greedy puppy begging to cum I should be desperate to please others. I start offering up my holes to be fucked constantly so he'll stop hurting me, and this seems to satisfy him.
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