Jakob Toretto/Reader Imagine (18+)

Jakob Toretto/Reader Imagine (18+)

Imagine being at your boring office job in the middle of the day and Jakob texting you. You look down to read the message, wondering what he's talking about.

Bend over and tmdlagg?

But how? He isn't here.

Or he's not meant to be…but the shadow now looming over you can't be anyone's but his. You look up into Jakob's eyes and smile.

"Bend over, huh?" you say. "Exactly where do you want me to do that?"

"Right here, Princess," he replies. "You have two minutes to take those clothes off, or I'll take them off for you."

"And then what?" You already know the words that are about to come out of his mouth, but you want to hear them from him. Hear the rasp in Jakob's voice as if he's barely in control of himself. Like he's struggling to resist the urge to rip your pants off and take you right here and now. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to spread you wide, baby." You shiver as his fingers skim the back of your neck, taunting you with their strength. "Then we'll see whether you really are a good girl or not."

You let out a groan and sit up, turning in your chair. If Jakob is going to do anything, it won't be here where every one of your coworkers can see.

At least, that's what you tell yourself. Your body seems to have other plans, however. Heat pools between your legs and the most delicious ache begins to form inside you the longer Jakob's fingers touch you.

"You're fucking wet, aren't you?" He whispers in your ear, leaning down. "Tell me, Princess, if I reached into your pants right now, would my fingers be soaked?"

"Jakob." You groan his name and shift uncomfortably in your seat. "We can't do this here."

"Yes, we can," he says, "and we will. Because I'm not leaving here until you've ridden my dick. Is that understood?"

You lick your lips in anticipation and nod. "Yes, sir."