Jacob Frye X Reader | Autumn

Between Love And Misery

APRIL 12TH, 1912 | LOCATION - THE FIRST CLASS FITNESS ROOM | LOCAL TIME - 12:18PM| POV - YOU

The moment Jacob's lips brushed yours, your felt your breath hitching in your throat. He slightly tilted his head, pressing his mouth to yours. Your hands grabbed a hold of his coat, pulling him closer. If a kiss was supposed to feel this electric, you've never had a real one before. It was like his face fit against yours like two puzzle pieces clicking together, and his scent, dear God, his scent...
The moment was intimate, Jacob's tongue brushing your bottom lip, heart racing in your throat as you carefully allowed him access.
He nearly moved in sync with you and you wished for the moment to never stop, soon realizing that you needed air. You pushed him back gently. Jacob looked... Simply breathtaking.
His finger traced your face, his lips slightly pursed, the corner turned upwards.
'How was that?' he asked, unabashedly confident of his skill - he knew what he was doing to you.
'I...' you opened your mouth to speak, your jaw hanging agape without any sound coming from you.
'Good God, you're so beautiful, (Y/n)...' Jacob muttered, lightly tapping your chin. You closed your mouth, shaking your head. 'If Crawford finds out, he'll... He will...'

Jacob shut you up by kissing you again, melting against you as his arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pressing you flush against him. His tongue tangled with yours in a lover's tango, tasting every inch of this wondrous part of yours, one he had been thinking about quite often these past days. Your hands instinctively went up to take off his top hat, tangling in his hair soon enough. Oh, you had never felt this kind of desire before. Something warm and fuzzy started to pool deep within your abdomen, your body growing restless. Jacob seemed to sense it, as he pulled back from the kiss, looking at you with concern in his features. 'Are you alright? You seem so tense.' he asked you, causing you to shift your gaze downwards.

'I'm just...' Again, words failed you. 'I am really not good with this... The way you're kissing me, you're making me feel certain... Things.'
There was a huge chance that your cheeks were flaming red right now, and by the way Jacob looked at you, your suspicions were confirmed.
'Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?' Jacob sighed, taking your face in his hands. 'I mean it. You're just so gorgeous and innocent and... I am so deeply in love with you. And I want to make you feel loved, because it's what you deserve. Will you let me?'

You stared at him for a moment, blinking a few times. 'I will be gentle.' he assured you, 'And if you ever feel uncomfortable, or if I do something you don't want, just tell me, I will stop.' Involuntary, your hand went up to your neck, rubbing at the marks that Crawford had put on it yesterday. The skin was still sore. Jacob reached forward, reaching behind your head to undo the button that held the collar of your dress so firmly around your neck. As it popped loose, it was like a breath of fresh air - the pressure was gone and you only now realized how much the marks truly ached.
Jacob was taken aback by how severe the bruising seemed, vaguely making out the shape of Starricks fingers on your skin. The assassin gritted his teeth in a wave of sudden anger towards the Templar, how dare he touch you like that. He took in a sharp breath, putting his forehead against yours like he had done before.

'I want to make you feel like the goddess you are. How sex is supposed to feel.'
You were biting your lip, looking at the man in front of you. The idea of his hands roaming your body like Crawford's did send shivers down your spine, not liking the idea at all. What if he would act just like your fiancé? But then, Jacob promised it to be different, to do anything that could bring you to feel like you were worthy of love. 'Everything will be in your pace. You have the lead in this, (Y/n). And if you don't want it, that's alright with me. No hard feelings, I will love you all the same. I get it if you think it's quick, but I know that I can make you feel good about all this.'