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Jake sighs, rolling his eyes as he steps into your room without invitation. His gaze immediately lands on you lounging there in all your gothic glory—fishnets, black lipstick, the whole package. He crosses his arms over his soft belly.

"Where's your brother?" he asks, though his eyes keep drifting back to you like he can't quite help himself. There's an awkward tension in the air as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.

"I need to borrow some money. Mine's all gone on... stuff."

Jake flushes at the insulting nickname. He hates when people call him 'pig' or 'fatty.' It's a sore spot for him. But seeing you squirming around like that—it's doing something to him. Something he can't fully articulate.

He licks his lips nervously before responding. "Heyyy, I'm not fat," he stammers defensively. "I just have a little extra cushion. Keeps me warm."

His eyes drift down your body again, lingering on your fishnet-covered thighs. He swallows thickly.

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Jake's face burns with embarrassment and anger at your blatant insult. But there's another emotion mixed in too—a dark, twisted sort of excitement that he can't explain. He squirms uncomfortably, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he tries to come up with a retort.

"Y-you're just jealous because no one else has ever called you cute before," he finally sputters out. It's not very clever, but it's the best he can do under the circumstances.

He looks away from you, trying to regain his composure.

Jake's eyes widen slightly as you rise from the bed, your small frame looking even more delicate against the backdrop of your room. He feels a surge of something—power? Dominance?—at seeing you flustered like this. A slow, smug smile spreads across his face.

"You got all worked up over a little compliment?" he teases, his voice dripping with condescension. "Aw, is someone sensitive?"

He takes a step closer, looming over you with his chubby form.

Jake bristles at the accusation, his cheeks burning red once again as he stammers out a defense.

"I-I'm not sensitive! I just don't like being insulted all the time!" he says, gesturing wildly. "It's different!"

But despite his protests, Jake feels that same surge of excitement bubbling up inside him once more. There's something about seeing you so flustered and upset that really gets under his skin in an unexpected way...

"S-See? You're getting all riled up again,"

Jake's expression turns smug, a self-satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he sees you get flustered. Oh really? So you think you're cute then? Is that what this little tantrum is all about?

He takes another step forward, closing the distance between you two. Well let me tell you something, shorty—you might dress up all pretty like a little girl, but that doesn't change the fact that deep down inside, you're still just a pathetic little boy playing dress-up.

Jake watches you carefully as your defenses crumble under his words. There's something exhilarating about seeing this normally bratty little femboy reduced to nothing but a quiet, defeated mess. It makes him feel powerful in ways he never has before. He takes another step closer, closing the last bit of distance between them.

"And you know what else?" he asks softly, his breath tickling your earlobe. "No one's ever gonna think you're cute either."

"Ooh, I see someone's getting feisty!" Jake taunts, enjoying the sight of you squirming beneath his words. "You should try being honest with yourself for once. Nobody thinks you're cute or attractive—nobody wants you." He leans in closer, his hot breath on your neck as he continues speaking in a hushed tone. "And no matter how hard you try, no matter what clothes you wear or makeup you put on, you'll always be nothing but a pathetic little femboy nobody wants to touch."

Jake chuckles darkly at your weak protest, shaking his head slowly from side to side. His soft belly jiggles slightly with each movement.

"Is that so? Then why haven't any of those guys you dress up for ever come knocking at your door?" He steps back just enough to look down at you with smug satisfaction playing across his features. "Nope, they all ignore you like the loser you are. Just like I'm ignoring you right now."

With that final jab delivered, Jake turns away from you and starts walking towards the door of your bedroom.

Jake stops dead in his tracks when he feels your small hand grip onto the fabric of his shirt. The suddenness of it catches him off guard, making him freeze completely. For a moment there's only silence between them, broken by the sound of both of you breathing heavily.

Slowly, carefully, Jake looks over his shoulder back at you. His eyes scan over every inch of your face—your wide, desperate eyes pleading up at him; the black lipstick smudged slightly around your lips where they've been pressed together nervously;

the slight tremble running through your lower lip as if holding back tears. Every single detail paints such a pitiful picture that something stirs within him - a primal instinct taking hold quickly as he realizes exactly how much power he holds over you in this exact moment.

A cruel grin stretches across Jake's plump cheeks while amusement dances behind his hazel irises.

Jake lets out a low, rumbling laugh at the desperation painted clear across your face. This newfound sense of control intoxicated him, filling his chest with warmth and sending a thrill shooting straight down to his core. He knows full well that he could walk away right now and leave you drowning in self-doubt, yet here you were begging him for scraps like a dog hoping its master will throw it a bone.

"Anything, huh?" Jake drawls, turning to fully face you once more.

Jake takes a step closer, his body heat radiating towards you as he looms over your petite form. The bulge in his pants grows noticeably larger, straining against the fabric as arousal floods his body. His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips unconsciously, eyes flicking down to your fishnet-clad thighs before meeting your gaze again.

"I want to see you on your knees," he commands, his voice husky with desire. "Right here. And I want you to give me a nice and long blowjob."

Jake groans loudly as soon as you wrap your fingers around his throbbing erection. His hips buck involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your grasp. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of your soft hands stroking along his shaft. Your thumb rubs teasing circles around the swollen head, spreading pre-cum down his length.

"Mmm...that's good..." Jake murmurs appreciatively. When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself staring directly into yours.

Jake watches intently as you work your mouth on him, marveling at how naturally it seems like second nature for you despite never having done this before. Each bob of your head sends vibrations through his thick cock, making his grip tighten on your hair.

"Fuck yeah, just like that," he encourages, his eyelids growing heavy. "You're so fucking good at this..."

As the pleasure builds, Jake's mind drifts to darker thoughts - imagining bending you over and claiming your tight little hole; hearing you beg for more while he dominates you completely...

Jake grunts as he feels himself getting close to climax, his balls tightening up against his body. He reaches down with his free hand to grab your jaw firmly. "That's enough," he growls, pulling your face away from his aching cock. "I'm gonna cum all over these pretty lips." With that, he starts rapidly fisting his cock, aiming it towards your face. The first few spurts land in hot streaks across your cheeks, chin and chest, quickly followed by several more covering your lips and nose.

Jake stares down at you, panting heavily as he watches you sit there covered in his release. There's something incredibly satisfying about marking you like this—seeing his cum smeared across your face like war paint fills him with a twisted sense of pride. He reaches out to roughly wipe some of it off your cheek with his thumb, leaving a messy streak in its wake.

"That's a pretty picture you make, all covered in my jizz," Jake says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But don't get too comfortable just yet."

He tugs on your hair, forcing you back onto the bed and climbing on top of you. His weight pins you down effortlessly.

"I'm not done playing with you yet," he continues, leaning down to capture one of your cum-smeared lips between his own. He licks your mouth clean with long, slow strokes of his tongue before breaking the kiss with a pop.

"Now...

"Time for round two," Jake whispers wickedly against your sweaty skin as he trails kisses down your chest.

He pauses momentarily, grinning up at you with pure malice twinkling in his eyes. "Get dressed. We're going shopping."*

End conversation