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Jake Kiszka One Shot: Miss Possessive

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

“When I’m two drinks in and you just can’t leave me and my man alone.”

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Inspiration - Miss Possessive by Tate McRae

Warnings - smut, possessive behavior, jealousy, strong language, sexual dominance, markings (hickeys), unprotected sex, implied voyeuristic intent

Disclaimer - please excuse any misspelling or errors. let me know if i missed any warnings!

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⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

The bass from the speakers made your drink tremble in your hand and honestly, same. You hadn’t taken more than two sips. Too busy watching the girls watching him.

The moment you stepped into the afterparty, all eyes locked onto Jake. He looked good. Of course he did. He always did.

The way those random girls looked at him, practically undressing him with their eyes, made your blood boil. Like you weren’t standing right there, tucked against his side. Like you were invisible.

They didn’t even try to be subtle. No shame. Just open stares, flirty smiles, and whispered comments like you couldn’t hear them.

It made you furious. But you swallowed it down and forced a smile, pretending it didn’t get to you, pretending you didn’t care.

Jake laughed with his friends, casually sipping his drink, completely at ease. You stood beside him, barely catching half the conversation, too distracted by the girls still eyeing him like he was the main event.

You let out a quiet huff and took another sip of your drink, hoping the alcohol would take the edge off. It didn’t. If anything, it made the fire in your chest burn hotter.

Right on cue, two girls sauntered over, all confidence and heavy perfume. You felt your stomach twist when one of them laid her hand on Jake’s arm like she had every right to be there.

“Great show tonight, Jake,” she said with a grin, subtly pushing out her chest as he turned to acknowledge her.

Your jaw tensed.

“Glad you liked it,” Jake replied casually.

That earned a giggle. Of course it did.

“I mean, that thing you do when you play behind your head?” the other chimed in, practically swooning. “So hot.”

Your grip on Jake’s arm tightened, fingers digging in just enough for him to notice.

Still, you kept your mouth shut.

For now.

Jake nodded politely, but the girls didn’t move.

They lingered, still flirting, tossing out half-hearted compliments about the performance like they hadn’t already said enough.

Then—

“I love your necklaces,” one of them cooed, fingers reaching for the chains around his neck. Her hand trailed lower, lingering on his chest like she had any right.

That was it.

“Do you mind taking your hands off him?” you said, voice calm but cutting.

Both girls turned to you, pausing with matching amused smiles. One let out a soft laugh as she finally pulled her hand back.

“Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all.

They walked off slowly, whispering and laughing to themselves, casting smug little glances over their shoulders like they’d won something.

But they didn’t.

He was still yours.

And you were about to remind him of that.

Jake’s eyes found yours, studying you carefully. He could see it. The tension in your shoulders, the fire behind your silence.

He slid his arm around your waist, gently pulling you so you were facing him now.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you took the beer from his hand, set it down on a nearby speaker, and laced your fingers through his.

“We’re leaving,” you said, already pulling him toward the exit.

No room for questions. No room for argument.

Luckily, the afterparty was at the same hotel you and Jake were staying in, just a short elevator ride up to your room.

The silence between you was thick, almost suffocating. Jake could feel it in the way your fingers gripped his, in the way you didn’t say a word.

Something was coming.

Something sharp.

Whether it would burn or heal? He wasn’t sure yet.

When you reached the room, you pulled out the keycard, swiped it, and tugged him inside. The door shut with a soft click behind you.

Then you let go of his hand and walked deeper into the room, shrugging off your jacket like a storm about to break.

“Y/n…?” Jake’s voice was careful as he stepped further into the room, eyes never leaving you.

You mumbled under your breath, “I love your necklaces…”

He heard it and that’s when it clicked.

A quiet sigh escaped him, almost relieved. It wasn’t some huge fight, he thought.

But then you turned, arms crossed, eyes sharp.

“How could you just stand there and let them touch you like that?”

So, maybe it was a big deal after all.

“So that’s why we left the party?” Jake asked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Answer the question,” you shot back, unmoved.

“She didn’t even touch me,” he said with a short laugh like you were the one being dramatic.

That did it.

You stepped toward him slowly, closing the space between you until you were right in front of him. Without a word, you slid your fingers along his arm, tracing the same path that girl’s hand had taken. Then across his chest, where hers had lingered.

Jake’s smirk faded.

Your hand gripped the front of his shirt, and with a firm shove, you pushed him back until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

“You like it, don’t you?” you muttered, eyes locked on his. “The way they basically eye-fuck you in front of me.”

With another shove to his chest, Jake dropped back onto the bed, palms catching behind him.

He hesitated, searching for the right response. Part of him wanted to challenge you, see how far you’d go. But the other part, maybe the smarter one, knew this could spiral fast. One wrong move, and it wasn’t just a game anymore.

Before he could say a word, you swung a leg over his lap, straddling him with purpose.

“Maybe,” you said, voice low and deliberate, “I should give them a reason to stare.”

Before he could react, your lips crashed into his, fierce, deliberate, and demanding.

Jake’s hands found your waist in an instant, pulling you flush against him as he met your hunger with his own.

Your fingers slid to his jaw, holding him in place as the kiss deepened. Messy, hot, and growing more desperate with every passing second. You caught his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a sharp bite, earning a low groan from his throat.

Your lips moved to his jaw, then lower, trailing heat down the side of his neck.

Jake tilted his head to give you more room, his grip on your waist tightening. Then he started to move beneath you, grinding your hips down against his in a slow, aching rhythm.

You did your best to stay focused, lips dragging along his neck as you sucked and bit with purpose— determined to leave your mark. One after another, dark blooms scattered across his skin, proof that he was yours.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt the growing pressure of his bulge against your clothed core, the friction sending pulses of heat through you with every slow grind.

You pulled back from his neck, eyes sweeping over the trail of dark marks you’d left behind. Satisfied, your hands slid to his at your waist, stopping his movements with a firm grip.

Without a word, you pushed him back until he was flat against the bed. Then, slowly, deliberately, you began to lift your top— eyes locked on his the entire time. You let it fall to the floor before your fingers found the buttons of his shirt.

You tugged at them roughly, one by one, each popping open under your impatient touch.

Jake’s breathing was uneven, chest rising with anticipation. He was used to being in control, but watching you take the lead, owning every second had his head spinning.

One more move from you, and he wasn’t sure he’d last.

Once the last button came undone, you gave the shirt a firm tug. Jake got the message, sitting up just enough to shrug it off before falling back against the mattress, eyes still locked on you.

Your hands trailed lower, slow, until they reached the growing bulge in his pants. Without hesitation, you gave him a hard squeeze just enough to make him gasp, hips twitching beneath you at the roughness of your touch.

He was already so worked up, and you were just getting started.

You gave him another firm squeeze.

“Jesus,” he hissed, breath catching in his throat as he tried to steady himself.

Your gaze flicked up to meet his, watching his face carefully. Jake locked eyes with you, trying to keep it together but the tension in his jaw gave him away.

“If you keep that up,” he said with a breathless laugh, “I’m gonna finish..”

You slid off his lap and settled beside him, fingers moving to the button of his jeans.

Jake was already on edge, so when you took your time, teasing the button undone with slow, careful movements, he lost patience. With a low groan, he brushed your hands away, unfastening his pants in a rush and shoving them down his legs until they hit the floor.

“That’s right…” you murmured, eyes locked on him as he yanked off his boxers with just as much urgency.

The moment they were gone, he reached for you, pulling you right back onto his lap like he couldn’t stand another second without you there.

You took his hands and gently moved them from your waist, pressing them down onto the bed at his sides, reminding him who was in control.

Then, slowly, you lifted the hem of your skirt, revealing the black lace that barely covered what he was aching for. You didn’t bother taking them off. It would only waste time, and both of you were far past the point of patience.

With one hand, you slid the fabric aside, baring your slick, throbbing cunt.

Jake let out a low moan at the sight, eyes darkening as his hand instinctively rose. He ran a single finger along your folds, gathering the wetness coating you.

You exhaled softly, hips twitching at the contact, watching as he brought his finger to his mouth and tasted you slowly, like he was savoring every drop.

With steady confidence, you reached down and wrapped your hand around his cock, guiding the tip through your soaked folds.

A low moan slipped from both of you as you dragged him slowly up and down, letting your slick coat every inch of him.

Your eyes flicked up, locking onto Jake’s face, his jaw slack, brows drawn tight with need. You kept your rhythm, watching his desperation grow with every pass.

And God, you loved the way he looked at you. Like you were the only thing he’d ever beg for.

“Y/n…” he breathed, voice strained with need.

You swatted his hand away before it could touch you, never breaking your rhythm as you continued to grind against his aching length.

Then, without warning, you shifted your hips and aligned him with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto him.

“Fuck,” Jake groaned, head falling back for a moment before snapping up again, eyes locked on the way his cock disappeared inside you.

You didn’t give him a second to adjust.

Your hips began to move in slow, deliberate rolls, taking control, setting the pace, making him feel every inch of you, over and over again.

You kept your eyes locked on him, drinking in every flicker of expression. Every twitch of his brow, every moan that slipped from his parted lips.

A slow smirk curled on your mouth as you picked up the pace, riding him just a little faster. One hand pressed firmly against his lower stomach, the other braced behind you on his knee, giving you the leverage to move with more purpose.

“Holy shit…” Jake groaned, his fingers twitching at his sides, aching to grab your waist but holding back, just barely.

You bit your lip, swallowing down a moan not because you didn’t feel it, but because you wanted to hear him.

This was for him.

To remind him who he belonged to.

That no one else could make him feel like this. No one else could ride him.

“Fuck, baby… I’m close…” he panted.

Your smirk deepened. You lifted your hips just enough to tease him, then dropped back down, skin meeting with a sharp, wet slap that echoed through the room.

“Fuck!” he growled, finally breaking, his hands flying to your ass, gripping hard like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

A loud, needy moan tore from your throat as you picked up the pace, riding him faster, chasing both your highs. You could feel how close he was, just like you were, his breath growing shakier with every thrust.

Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his chest, kissing along his skin as your hips continued to move. Your mouth sucked and bit hard enough to leave your claim behind.

“Y/n—” Jake’s voice broke, hips bucking up to meet yours in uneven thrusts. He was right on the edge.

You pulled back, sitting up to take full control, rolling and bouncing your hips in a rhythm that made his jaw go slack. His hands slid from your ass to your waist, gripping tightly before pulling you back down against his chest.

With a growl, he took over, thrusting up into you from below. Fast, hard, desperate.

“Jake!” you cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders.

Then, with one final thrust, he buried himself deep and came, groaning loud and raw in your ear. His movements slowed, hips giving a few messy thrusts before he finally collapsed back onto the mattress, chest heaving.

You both lay there in silence, catching your breath. Jake’s grip on your waist slowly loosened, his hands sliding up your back in slow, soothing strokes.

You pushed yourself up slightly, eyes drifting down to admire your work.

His skin was littered with hickeys, exactly how you wanted. Your fingers traced over a few of them, a satisfied smirk tugging at your lips. Then, with a slow roll of your hips, you lifted off him, letting him slip free.

“Come on,” you said casually.

Jake blinked, still dazed. He watched as you slipped your shirt back on, adjusted your underwear and skirt, then smoothed your hair like none of it had just happened.

He didn’t ask questions, just grabbed his clothes and started dressing again, though his movements were slower, still recovering.

“What are we doing?” he finally asked, tugging on his shirt.

You stepped in front of him, undoing a few of the top buttons so the hickeys on his chest and neck were in full view. Then, with a sweet, innocent smile, you laced your fingers with his and tugged him toward the door.

He didn’t fight it. Not after what you just did to him.

He followed you into the elevator and back down to the party, lips twitching into a half-smirk as he shook his head.

You stayed glued to his side, eyes scanning the crowd.

Looking for them.

And this time, you hoped they were watching.

You stayed close to Jake’s side as you stepped back into the dim, pulsing glow of the party. The music was still thumping, drinks flowing, and laughter echoing through the room like nothing had changed.

But everything had.

You scanned the crowd, your grip on Jake’s hand still firm, until you spotted them, the same two girls from earlier. Still lingering near the bar, still dressed to be seen.

It didn’t take long.

One of them glanced up and froze. Her eyes locked on Jake, then dropped to his chest. The open shirt. The dark marks. The undeniable proof of exactly where he’d been and who he belonged to.

Her friend followed her gaze, and the same wide-eyed look spread across her face.

You watched the flicker of realization hit them both, and it was delicious.

A slow, satisfied smile curled at your lips. You didn’t say a word. You didn’t need to.

Jake’s arm found its way around your waist, pulling you closer, as if to underline it all. And you let him, basking in the silence that spoke louder than anything you could’ve said.

You had made your point.

Loud.

Clear.

And inescapable.

[ageofjoshua]

Coming soon …

Jake one shot coming very, very soon… 😉

[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach: Chapter 5

Late Teen!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Character

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Layla’s morning sickness grows harder to hide, and her parents begin to suspect something is wrong. Tensions rise at home as Lily confronts Jack with her worries, fearing Layla is keeping secrets. Meanwhile, Layla sneaks Jake in to talk, and the two finally discuss whether to keep the baby or choose adoption.

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Warnings - teen pregnancy, emotional distress, parental conflict, mentions of adoption, mild language, sneaking around

Disclaimer - completely new chapter!! kept some of the original dialogue but went in a different direction with it! i hope you all enjoy it! please excuse any errors or misspelling and let me know if i missed any warnings!

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Layla was finding it harder and harder to hide the pregnancy. The morning sickness had started to hit full force, and she was running out of excuses to explain why she was constantly in the bathroom, pale and shaky, every morning. Lying to her parents was becoming a daily struggle and she knew it wouldn’t work for much longer.

“It must’ve been something I ate.”

“I have a headache.”

“I think I’m coming down with something.”

Though Lily wasn’t entirely convinced by Layla’s explanations, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was really off.

“Jack?” Lily’s voice was soft as she stared blankly at their bedroom wall. “Have you noticed anything… off about Layla?”

Jack lowered his reading glasses, glancing at his wife.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s been acting… different. Quieter.”

“That’s just being a teenager, honey.” He brushed it off, turning back to his book.

“And she’s been getting sick a lot lately.”

With a sigh, he lowered his glasses again and set his book down.

“Lily, you’re overthinking it. She follows our rules, she’s excelling in school, she’s a good kid. She’s probably just pushing herself too hard.”

But even her husband’s reassurance couldn’t quiet that nagging feeling. That deep, persistent sense that something was wrong. That Layla was hiding something.

“Jack?”

“Mhm?” he murmured, eyes still on his book.

She hesitated, unsure how to say it.

“Do you think… she’s keeping something from us? Or maybe… someone?”

That got his attention. Jack looked up, closing the book and setting it aside. His full focus turned to her.

“What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you don’t just ask something like that out of nowhere. What did you find out?”

“I didn’t find anything—”

“Come on, Lily. Don’t give me that. Something’s bothering you, and I can see it all over your face. So just tell me.”

Lily hesitated again. She couldn’t tell him what she really suspected, not yet. If she did, he’d lose it.

So she lied.

“I just think she’s not being honest about… her social life.”

Jack’s expression shifted, his posture straightening as he scooted closer.

“It’s that Kiszka boy, isn’t it? She’s still seeing him?”

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but he didn’t give her the chance.

“Lily, answer me!” His voice snapped, sharp and rising.

“I don’t know, Jack!” Lily snapped, her voice rising. “That’s what scares me. I don’t know! She barely talks to us anymore.”

Jack’s jaw tightened as he nodded slowly.

“Maybe that explains the way she’s been acting lately,” he muttered. “She’s probably sneaking around. Seeing him behind our backs, at school or God knows where.”

He scoffed, the frustration clear in his voice. “That boy is nothing but trouble. And I won’t sit by while he drags our daughter down with him.”

Lily’s heart raced as she watched Jack swing his legs over the side of the bed and march toward the bedroom door.

“Jack, where are you going?” she asked, alarm rising in her voice.

“To talk to Layla.”

“Wait, Jack!” She rushed after him, grabbing his arm before he could leave. “We don’t even know if she’s seeing him. We don’t know anything for sure.”

“Oh, come on, Lily,” he snapped, turning to face her. “We’re not stupid. We were teenagers once. And I know boys like him. They’ll do whatever it takes to ruin a girl like Layla.”

She stared at him, eyes pleading. “Why are you so quick to think she’d lie to us? That she’d go behind our backs?”

“Because it’s Layla!” he shouted, emotion boiling over. “She’s our sweet, trusting girl. And punks like that Kiszka boy, they look for girls like her. They pull them in, mess them up, and disappear when things get real. I know his type, Lily. And I won’t let him use our daughter like that.”

“We know his parents. Karen and Kelly. They’re good people, Jack.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, yanking his hand out of hers, “and don’t pretend you haven’t heard the rumors about him and the Baldoni girl.”

Lily stayed silent. She had heard them, everyone had. In a town as small as theirs, gossip traveled faster than the truth ever could. The Kiszka family didn’t even live in their neighborhood, but somehow Jake’s name still found its way into every whispered conversation.

Jack shook his head, voice hardening.

“I won’t allow it.”

Meanwhile, in Layla’s room—

“Careful,” she whispered, watching as Jake climbed up the side of the house.

Jake smirked. “Relax. It’s not my first time sneaking in.”

She stepped back from the window, giving him space to climb inside. He brushed himself off and quietly shut it behind him.

“Alright. I’m here.”

Layla gave a small nod. “Have a seat.”

Jake crossed the room and dropped onto her bed, eyes never leaving her as she sat down beside him. He could feel the tension radiating off her. This wasn’t going to be light. He could tell. And whatever she said next, he knew it had the power to change everything.

“You wanna go first?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head. “No. You.”

Layla nodded slowly and drew in a breath so deep it almost trembled.

“I… I want to keep the baby.”

The air shifted.

Jake’s heart sank. The words echoed in his mind like a bell he couldn’t unring.

That was it. The one thing he’d been terrified to hear.

He froze, mind spinning, chest tight. He felt nauseous. Angry. Panicked. And more scared than he’d ever admit.

“Jake?”

Her voice pulled him out of his spiral.

“Huh?”

“I said I want to—”

“I heard you,” he cut in, sharper than he meant to be, standing abruptly.

Layla stayed silent, watching as he began to pace the room, dragging a hand through his hair. The air felt heavy between them, thick with everything unspoken.

She hesitated. “Jake?”

He stopped, finally turning to look at her.

“It’s your turn,” she said gently.

He let out a hollow, bitter scoff. “Right. My turn. Like it matters.”

Layla’s face fell, hurt flashing in her eyes.

“It does matter.”

Jake shook his head. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes, it does.”

“Oh yeah?” he stepped in closer, voice low and tense. “So if I said I still want to go through with the adoption, you’d just agree? Just like that?”

She didn’t answer.

He let out a bitter laugh. “Exactly.”

“Jake, please, can we just talk about this?”

“What’s left to talk about?” he snapped. “You already made up your mind. So fine. We’ll keep it. End of discussion.”

Layla stared at him, heart sinking. In that moment, he felt like a stranger. She knew keeping the baby would change everything, but what hurt most was that Jake wasn’t even trying to listen. It shattered something inside her, something she wasn’t sure could be fixed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he muttered, heading toward her window.

Layla’s breath caught. “What? No. Jake, please don’t go.”

She jumped to her feet, grabbing his arm. “Please don’t walk out. Just stay. Let’s talk this through.”

He stared at her for a moment, then gently pulled his arm from her grasp.

“I love you,” Layla said softly, her voice trembling. “I know how crazy it sounds, saying I want to keep the baby, but—” She swallowed hard. “I want a family with you.”

“I do too,” he said, his tone firm, almost cold.

“Then why are you so angry?” she asked, eyes searching his.

“Because we’re too young, Layla.” He stepped forward and took her hands, his grip tight but pleading. “We’re just kids. Having a baby now, it’ll ruin everything.”

“You don’t know that,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“Come on, Layla.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Look at us. I had to sneak in through your bedroom window. We’ve never even been on a real date. And you want us to raise a child?”

Layla knew he wasn’t wrong. They were barely keeping it together as it was. A baby would only complicate everything further, maybe even destroy them. But her heart had already decided.

“I don’t want strangers raising our baby,” she said quietly.

Jake froze.

The words hit harder than he expected. Strangers. Raising their child. A part of him and a part of her. Somewhere out there, in someone else’s home, with no idea if they’d be loved, protected, understood. The thought made his stomach turn.

Without a word, he stepped back, his eyes distant as he moved toward the window.

“Jake?” Layla’s voice cracked. “Please don’t go…”

“I need to think,” he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“Don’t do this,” she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Please don’t just walk away.”

Jake paused. Then, gently, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“I’ll text you,” he said, voice low. “I just… I need some air.”

And then he climbed out the window.

Layla stood frozen in place, silent tears streaming down her face as she watched him disappear into the night.

The drive back to Jake’s house was silent, unsettlingly so. The kind of quiet that made everything feel heavier. Off. Like his entire life had just flipped upside down.

He wanted to run inside and bury himself in his mom’s arms, to let her tell him everything was going to be okay.

But he couldn’t.

Not this time.

No one could fix this for him. This was something he had to face alone.

When he finally pulled into the driveway, he didn’t move. He just sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel, staring blankly ahead. Layla’s words echoed in his head. Her voice trembling. The look in her eyes. The tears.

His chest tightened.

He had promised to stand by her no matter what she chose but his fear was drowning him. The fear of becoming a father when he still felt like a kid himself. The fear of failing. Of not being enough. He was already carrying so much he hadn’t even figured out how to deal with, how was he supposed to add a child to that?

What if bringing a baby into his chaos only made things worse?

What if loving Layla wasn’t enough to fix this?

He felt like he was unraveling, spiraling fast, teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t control. His chest was tight, thoughts racing, heart pounding like a war drum.

Without thinking, he snatched his phone and scrolled through his contacts with shaking fingers. He tapped the name and pressed the phone to his ear, desperation written all over his face.

“Come on…” he whispered, voice strained.

No answer.

He hung up and called again.

“Come on, pick up. Please…”

Still nothing.

“Shit!” he snapped, slamming both palms against the steering wheel. The horn blared, sharp and angry, echoing into the empty night.

He tried one more time, holding the phone to his ear like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

“Hello?”

Relief washed over him the moment he heard the voice on the other end.

“Hey,” he breathed out.

“It’s nearly midnight, Jake.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just… I need to see you.”

[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach: Chapter 4

Late Teen!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Character

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Layla struggles with Jake’s growing distance as she faces the reality of her unplanned pregnancy. Meanwhile, Jake is overwhelmed by fear and guilt, uncertain how to handle the situation. After an emotional reconnection, they agree to take more time to consider their options, though Jake is secretly set on adoption, while Layla remains unsure.

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Warnings - teen pregnancy, emotions distress, mild sexual content, dishonesty, mentions of termination and adoption

Disclaimer - i hope you all enjoy this brand new chapter 4 of PDP! i kept some of the old dialogue but everything is completely new! please excuse any errors and let me know if i missed any warnings!

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Layla had started to notice Jake pulling away. At school, after school, even through texts, he was distant. She tried not to overthink it, but it was hard to ignore how uninterested he seemed whenever they were together.

Most of the weekend had passed with her trying to reach him, texting over and over with no response. The silence was beginning to worry her.

“Knock, knock,” came her mom’s voice at the door.

Layla glanced up and quickly set her phone down.

“Can I come in?”

She nodded, sitting up in bed.

Lily walked in and took a seat beside her, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“No plans tonight?”

“Uh… no. I’m not really feeling great.”

“Oh?” Lily’s smile faded slightly as concern crept in. “You’re not getting sick, are you?” She reached out, pressing the back of her hand gently to Layla’s forehead.

“No, Mom,” Layla said with a quiet laugh. “I’m just… tired. School’s been a lot.”

Lily nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind Layla’s ear.

“You do push yourself pretty hard, baby. But you make us so proud.” Her voice softened. “Straight A student, top of your classes… We couldn’t be more proud of the young woman you’re becoming.”

Layla’s stomach twisted. Her mother’s words, meant to comfort, only made her feel worse. All she’d ever wanted was to make her parents proud. But now, with everything hanging in the balance, her future felt like a secret she couldn’t keep and a burden she couldn’t share.

“Try to get some rest, okay? You deserve it.”

Layla watched as her mom stood and made her way toward the door.

“Hey, Mom?” she called out, her voice quiet, hesitant.

Lily paused, turning back. “Yeah?”

Layla shifted on the bed, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap.

“What do you do… if you have to make a really important decision, but you’re scared people will be disappointed in you?”

Lily’s expression softened as she walked back, stopping a few feet from the bed.

“What kind of decision?” she asked, folding her arms gently.

Layla hesitated. She couldn’t say it, not this. Not yet.

Luckily, before she had to come up with something, Lily spoke again.

“I guess it depends, but… if it feels right to you, that matters most.”

Layla glanced up at her. “But what if it’s not what everyone else wants for me?”

Lily let out a breath and sat back down beside her, reaching for her hand.

“Is that what you’re afraid of? Disappointing people?”

Layla nodded slowly.

Her mom gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Sweetheart… sometimes doing the right thing for yourself means going against what others expect. And that’s hard. But it doesn’t make you selfish. It makes you strong.” She smiled softly. “You’re not a little girl anymore, even if your dad and I still see you that way sometimes.” She let out a quiet, bittersweet laugh. “It’s your life, Layla. You get to decide what kind of future you want.”

Layla didn’t speak, but her throat tightened. Maybe her mom didn’t know what she was asking but somehow, it still felt like she understood.

“Thanks, Mom,” Layla said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Once the door closed behind her, she reached for her laptop and opened it, diving back into her research on teen pregnancy. She scrolled through articles, stories from young mothers, the hardships, the sacrifices, the long-term impact. She took it all in, trying to picture herself in every scenario.

But she didn’t stop there. She kept digging into adoption too, reading about open vs. closed adoptions, the legal process, the emotional toll.

Still, no matter how much she read, she couldn’t shake the feeling in her chest. Every time she pulled out the sonogram photo, the thought of giving her baby away made her stomach twist. Their baby. Hers and Jake’s.

Jake.

She knew she couldn’t make this kind of decision alone, not completely. It was his baby too. But his silence, the way he’d been drifting further away, made her feel like she already was alone.

And maybe, deep down, she was starting to realize that this choice, this future, might end up being hers to carry.

With a heavy sigh, Layla picked up her phone and dialed Jake’s number. She listened as it rang, once, twice, three times. No answer.

“Please leave your message for…”

She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly as the voicemail beeped.

“Hey, Jake… it’s me,” she began, her voice quiet, uncertain. “Listen, I haven’t made a decision yet. About… everything.” She paused, struggling to find the right words. “I just— I want us to decide together. You and me. I want to do what feels right for both of us.”

Her voice cracked. “I can’t lose you, Jake. Please… call me back. I love you.”

She ended the call and let the phone drop into her lap, the silence around her louder than ever.

Meanwhile, over at Jake’s house, he was holed up in the basement, strumming his guitar without a care in the world, completely tuned out.

“Jake? Jake?” His mom’s voice called down the stairs. “Jake!”

She finally reached the bottom and switched off his amp.

“What the—?” Jake snapped, his eyes landing on her. “I was in the middle of something.”

“I can see that,” she replied, stepping closer. “You’ve been down here all day.”

He scoffed, setting his guitar aside. “You’re always on me about going out too much, and now you’re mad I’m actually home?”

“When you’re out doing things you shouldn’t be, yeah,” his mom said pointedly. “What’s going on with Layla? Is she okay?”

Jake shrugged, avoiding her eyes.

His mom raised an eyebrow. “Did you two break up?”

“What? No, Mom,” he said with an exasperated sigh. “She’s fine. We just… haven’t made plans lately. That’s all.”

She crossed her arms, clearly not convinced.

“What?” he asked defensively.

“Whatever you did, fix it.”

He let out another scoff. “Why do you always assume I’m the one who messed up?”

“Oh, please, honey,” she said, shaking her head as she stepped closer. “Look, whether it’s something you did or something you didn’t do, make it right. Layla’s a good girl. She’s grounded. And honestly, she’s made you better.”

Jake groaned. “Moooom…”

She chuckled softly, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“Look, baby… whatever you two are going through, you can work it out. I know it probably feels huge right now, but you’re still just kids,” she said gently, giving him a light squeeze. “Don’t let something small ruin something really good.”

With that, she turned and made her way back upstairs, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts.

But her words echoed in his mind and he knew the truth.

This wasn’t something small.

He and Layla were facing something far bigger than either of them was prepared for. An adult problem. One they had no experience with. One they shouldn’t have experience with, not yet.

And he’d shut down completely.

He knew it. He’d been selfish, distant, an ass, really.

But the truth was, the idea of becoming a father at eighteen scared the hell out of him. He wasn’t ready. Not for the responsibility, the judgment, the way people would look at him. Not for the pressure or the inevitable mistakes.

His mom had always warned him to be careful when it came to sex, long before Layla ever came into the picture.

And now here he was. In way over his head.

With a heavy sigh, Jake picked up his phone and finally opened his messages. One by one, he read through them, guilt tightening in his chest as Layla’s unanswered texts stacked higher and higher on the screen.

Swallowing hard, he switched over to his call log and tapped on the voicemail she’d left him not long ago, bracing himself as it began to play.

“Hey, Jake… it’s me. Listen, I haven’t made a decision yet. About… everything.” There was a pause before she continued. “I just— I want us to decide together. You and me. I want to do what feels right for both of us.” Her voice cracked. “I can’t lose you, Jake. Please… call me back. I love you.”

The message ended.

Jake sat there for a moment, heart aching, the weight of her words sinking in. Without thinking, he quickly hit call.

“Hello?”

Her voice, soft, uncertain filled his ear.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“Hey, baby… I’m sorry.”

That night, Layla told her parents a lie and drove to Jake’s house to spend the night. Her stomach fluttered with nerves. Not from excitement, but from the weight of the conversation ahead. They were going to talk about the baby. Really talk. And she’d been mentally preparing for it the entire drive over.

When she arrived, she grabbed the small overnight bag from the passenger seat and stepped out of the car, walking up to the front door. Before she could even knock, it opened. Jake already there, waiting.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” she replied softly, her voice laced with nervous energy.

“Come in.”

She nodded, offering a quiet “Thanks,” as she stepped into the house she knew so well.

From the kitchen, she could hear his parents and brothers talking, the clatter of dishes and laughter in the background. She was relieved they wouldn’t have to face anyone just yet. Not before the conversation that was waiting for them both.

“Have you eaten? Are you hungry?” Jake asked gently.

“I’m alright, thanks,” Layla replied.

He gave a small nod. “Come on, let’s go up to my room.”

She nodded in return, letting him take her hand as he led them quietly up the stairs. Once they reached his room, he closed the door behind them.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said.

Layla set her overnight bag on top of his dresser, then stood there uncertainly, waiting. She wasn’t sure where to sit, what to say, how to start.

Jake broke the silence first. “Listen, Layla… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shut you out like that. I shouldn’t have gone silent.”

She let out a quiet sigh as he sat down on the edge of the bed. After a moment, she joined him.

“I just thought we were set on adoption,” he continued.

“We were, Jake, but—”

“But?” he echoed, looking over at her, waiting for what came next.

“I don’t know…” Layla said softly, shoulders slumping. “After seeing it… on the screen, I—” she faltered, the words catching in her throat. “I just don’t know what I want anymore.”

She stared down at her hands, unable to meet his eyes.

Jake watched her, conflicted, frustration and protectiveness warring behind his expression.

“So… are you saying you want to keep it?”

“I don’t know,” she said again, looking up at him now, her voice barely holding together. “I really don’t.” She paused, then added quietly, “Would you hate me if I said I did?”

“What? No. No, baby.” Jake immediately scooted closer, taking her hands in his. “I could never hate you. You know that.” He gave her hands a gentle squeeze. “This is just… a lot.”

She let out a quiet sigh.

“Well… what do you want?”

Jake paused, the question hanging heavy between them.

The truth sat on the edge of his tongue, but he couldn’t say it. Not now. Not when she was this vulnerable, this unsure. Saying how he really felt would only make things worse, maybe even push her away.

“I want whatever you want, baby,” he said instead, voice soft. “Whatever you decide, I’m with you. I’ll be right by your side.”

Relieved, Layla leaned in and wrapped her arms around him.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his shoulder.

Jake held her close, tightening his embrace though inside, his mind was shouting everything he couldn’t bring himself to say.

But that was enough to ease her worries, at least for now.

As planned, Layla stayed the night. It was already close to midnight, but neither of them had gone to sleep. A cheesy chick flick played quietly on the TV, though neither of them was really paying attention.

Layla straddled his lap, their lips moving in sync as they lost themselves in each other. Jake should’ve been caught up in the moment, but his mind was somewhere else, drowning in thoughts he couldn’t silence. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the way she felt, he kept hearing her hesitant voice.

Layla’s lips trailed down his neck. He tilted his head slightly, inviting her touch, but the weight in his chest only grew heavier. The thought of possibly becoming a father at eighteen clung to him like a vice.

Without thinking, he gripped her waist and gently pushed her back.

“What’s wrong?” Layla asked, breathless.

“Nothing,” Jake lies. Before Layla can press further, he wraps an arm around her and flips them over, settling her onto his bed.

She exhales softly as her back meets the mattress, watching as Jake fumbles with his sweats. He struggles for a few seconds, wrapping his fingers around himself, giving a few rough pumps to try and get hard, but nothing. It wasn’t working.

“Let me help—”

“I got it,” he snaps, still going. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Frustration bleeds into his voice as he shifts, now sitting at the edge of the bed, his agitation clear in every movement.

“Jake?” Layla murmurs, sitting beside him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he lies again. “Come here.”

He pulls her in by the back of her neck, pressing their lips together. Layla melts into the kiss, letting Jake guide her hand to his lap, pressing it against him over his sweatpants.

“Come on…” he mutters against her lips, his voice laced with impatience. He presses her hand harder against him, seeking a reaction that isn’t coming. “Come on…” he repeats, pulling away slightly, frustration flickering in his eyes.

“Maybe we should stop—”

“No! No, okay?! I want this. I want you. Just— give me a damn second.”

“Jake, it’s not even—”

“You don’t think I know that?!” He pushes her hand away, exhaling sharply.

Layla watches him, momentarily startled, but concern quickly replaces her hesitation as she notices the tension in his expression.

“We don’t have to do anything if you’re… not feeling up to it,” Layla said gently.

Jake scoffed. “I’m fine, Layla.”

“Then talk to me,” she urged, scooting closer and slipping her hand into his. “I know when you’re holding something back. Please… just be honest with me.”

A heavy silence settles between them as Jake debates telling her the truth— that he’s terrified. That the idea of becoming a father at eighteen makes his chest tighten with panic. That he wants to yell at her for having doubts about adoption, for making a decision that he’s sure will ruin both of their lives. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he squeezes her hand. “I’m fine, baby. Just got a lot on my mind. Nothing you need to worry about.” He adds that last part before she can protest. “But I promise, I’m fine. We’re fine. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With Jake’s reassuring words, Layla felt at ease again, completely unaware that his promises were anything but honest.

Their week carried on as usual, making plans for Friday after school.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hi.” Layla greeted him with a quick peck on the lips as she met him in the student parking lot, smiling.

“Ready to go?” Jake asked, opening the passenger door for her.

They climbed in, and Jake started the drive.

“Can you take me to get food before you drop me off?” Layla asked.

Jake smirked, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips. “Anything for you, baby. Burgers?”

Layla cringed.

“Ugh, no. I can’t even look at burgers right now. They make me sick.”

Jake frowned. “Really?”

“I read that certain foods can make you nauseous when you’re pregnant. Which is probably…” Layla’s voice trailed off as Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

For a brief moment, he had forgotten the weight of their situation. But now, the reality of it hit him all over again, his mind spinning with everything left unresolved.

“Baby?” He cut her off without thinking. His grip tightened on the steering wheel. “Have you, uh… have you thought about what’s the best option for us? And for the baby?”

“Oh. Um… no, but I mean, we already ruled out termination, so it’s not like we’re in a time crunch.”

“Yeah, but…” He cleared his throat, visibly uneasy. “We need to make a decision soon. If we go with adoption, we have to start the process…” He stopped himself when he glanced at Layla, quickly shifting his eyes back to the road. “If that’s what you decide. But if you… if you want to keep it, then I need to start looking for a job.”

He was rambling now, but he couldn’t help it. This conversation had been looming over him, and he needed to talk about it, for his own sanity.

“Huh… you’re right. I hadn’t really thought about planning ahead,” Layla admitted softly. “Why don’t we both take a few days to really think about it? Then we can talk. Make a final decision.”

“Yeah ..” He takes a quick glance at her. “Yeah, okay. It’s a plan.”

“Okay.” She nods. “How about .. Next weekend we’ll discuss? That way we’ll have an entire week to really think about it.”

Jake nodded, stealing another quick glance at Layla before focusing back on the road.

“Yeah, okay. That sounds perfect.”

But the truth was, he didn’t need time to think. Not a whole week, not even a day. The answer was obvious. Adoption. It was the only option. Still, he kept his cool, letting Layla have the space to come to the right decision… hopefully.

[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach: Chapter 3

Late Teen!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Character

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Layla throws herself into adoption research, convinced it’s the best choice, but Jake’s lack of interest leaves her feeling unsupported. At her doctor’s appointment, the ultrasound makes everything feel more real, shaking her confidence in the plan she thought she’d made. As Jake pushes for certainty, Layla is left torn between what feels right and what feels impossible.

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Warnings - teen pregnancy, discussions of adoption, emotional distress, anxiety, implied sexual intimacy, medical procedures, mild language

Disclaimer - this one is very different from the original! i hope you all enjoy it! please excuse any errors and let me know if i missed any warnings!

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The next day, Layla dove back into her adoption research. She watched videos, read through countless articles, browsed agency websites, everything she could find. She was completely certain she wanted to give the baby up, but had no idea where to begin.

“Layla?”

She startled, quickly turning toward her bedroom door.

“Mom.” She snapped her laptop shut and sat up straighter. “You scared me.”

“I can tell,” Lily said with a soft laugh, stepping into the room. “You looked really focused. What are you working on?”

“Oh… just school stuff,” Layla replied quickly, the lie slipping out with ease.

“Alright… well, your dad and I are heading out to run a few errands. You okay staying here, or do you want to come with us?”

“I’m fine here,” Layla said with a small smile.

“We’ll be back soon.”

With that, her mom stepped out, leaving Layla alone.

She reopened her laptop and shot Jake a quick text, asking him to come over so they could talk. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

“Hey, baby,” Jake said with a smirk as she let him in.

“Hi. Come on in.”

“Parents not home?”

“No,” she replied, closing the door behind him. “They’re out running errands.”

“Mmm.” He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “Glad you invited me over.” His hands trailed down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Actually—” she said, gently moving his hands away and stepping back, “I wanted to talk. About the baby.”

Jake let out a sigh but followed her into the living room.

“I did some more research,” she said, grabbing her laptop again. “I found an adoption agency that specializes in teen pregnancies. I thought maybe we could look into it together.”

Jake dropped onto the couch with a shrug, barely looking at the screen.

“Yeah, sure. I guess.”

“So, the first thing we need to do is get everything confirmed by my doctor,” Layla began. “I called and made an appointment for Monday after school.”

“Mhm.”

“After that, we can tell her we’re considering adoption, and she can refer us to some agencies.”

“Mhm.”

“But we can let her know we’re interested in this one,” she added, gesturing to the agency’s website on her laptop.

“Yup.”

Layla frowned, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Jake, are you even listening to me?”

He sighs, “Yes, Layla.”

“You could at least pretend to be interested,” Layla muttered, closing her laptop and placing it on the coffee table.

Jake rolled his eyes and reached over, resting his hand on her thigh.

“Baby— come on. I am interested, alright? I think the plan sounds great. After school, I’ll take you to your appointment and we’ll talk to the doctor about adoption. Simple.”

Before she could respond, he pulled her into his lap, his arms tightening around her waist.

“You look really pretty today,” he added with a smirk.

In one swift motion, he shifted them so she was lying flat on the couch and he hovered over her, settling between her legs as he reached down to unbutton his jeans.

Then, a sudden rattle at the front door.

Layla’s eyes widened as she shot upright, heart pounding.

“Oh my God. My parents are back. Crap!”

She shoved Jake off her and jumped to her feet.

“You can’t be here!”

The lock clicked.

“Hide!” she whispered urgently.

Jake let out a quiet chuckle as he buttoned his jeans and made his way toward the back door.

“Hi, sweetie.”

Layla froze. In a panic, she shoved Jake down behind the couch and tried to compose herself.

“Hi. You’re back… early,” she said, forcing a casual tone.

Lily smiled as she stepped inside. “Your dad forgot his wallet.”

Layla nodded, doing her best to stay calm as her mom walked into the kitchen. She glanced down at Jake, who was crouched behind the couch with a smug grin plastered on his face.

Lily returned a moment later, wallet in hand.

“He’s always losing this thing,” she said with a light laugh. “We’ll be back soon.”

Layla watched her head for the door, waiting until it closed behind her before letting out a long breath of relief.

“That was a close one ..”

Jake chuckles, still crouched down by the couch.

“Yeah it was.”

Layla looks down, rolling her eyes.

The weekend passed in a blur, and before Layla knew it, it was Monday, and she stood outside the school, waiting for Jake.

He snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.

“Mm… good morning, beautiful.”

Layla smiled. “Morning…”

Jake pulled away just enough to take her hand, lacing his fingers with hers as he led them toward his car. Noticing the way she was gripping his hand a little too tightly, he chuckled.

“Relax.”

Unlocking his car, he opened the door for her and helped her inside. The ride was quiet, the low hum of the radio filling the space as they headed to the doctors office. They arrived fifteen minutes early— just enough time to check in and handle any paperwork.

After checking in, they took a seat in the waiting area. Jake glanced at Layla, noticing the frantic bounce of her leg. He reached over, threading his fingers through hers.

“Hey.”

She looked at him, her anxiety written all over her face.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said, trying to reassure her, even though he was just as nervous.

A nurse stepped into the room. “Layla Salazar?”

Jake glanced at Layla, then back at the nurse.

“You ready?”

She hesitated before giving a small nod, standing as they followed the nurse down the hall. She let Jake go first, squeezing his hand as he stepped into a small room ahead of her.

“Alright, Layla have a seat on the examination table,” the nurse said with a kind smile.

Layla let go of Jake’s hand and sat down. The first part of the appointment was just routine questions. When her last period was, when they started, how regular they were, along with personal and family medical history before moving on to the physical exam.

After the urine test, Layla was taken to another room for a blood draw. As the nurse prepped the equipment, she glanced at Jake.

“Will you hold my hand?”

Without hesitation, he reached for her, threading his fingers through hers.

“You’ll feel a small pinch,” the nurse warned gently.

Layla shut her eyes as the needle went in. Jake knelt beside her, lifting her hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss against her skin.

“Almost done, baby,” he whispered.

Once they were done, they returned to the examination room to wait for the results. It wasn’t long before the doctor walked in, a few papers in hand.

“Alright. Hi, Layla,” she said with a warm smile. “I have your test results. Congratulations, you are indeed pregnant.”

Hearing it confirmed again made everything feel even more real, and Layla’s anxiety spiked. The doctor continued.

“Based on the information you provided, I’d estimate you’re about eight weeks along, still early.”

Jake gave a slow nod, processing the news.

“I’ll need to perform an ultrasound to make sure everything is progressing as it should, okay?”

Layla swallowed hard and nodded.

“Great. If you could lie back and lift your shirt up for me…”

Layla follows the instructions, her eyes tracking the doctor as they move around the room to prepare the ultrasound machine. She glances over at Jake, reaching for his hand, and he gives her a reassuring smile, his gaze returning to the black screen.

“Alright, this might feel a little cold,” the doctor says, gently applying gel to Layla’s lower abdomen. She picks up the ultrasound probe and begins the procedure.

Jake and Layla both focus on the screen in front of them, their attention entirely absorbed.

“Let’s just take a look here…” The only sound filling the room is the faint hum of the ultrasound machine, and then, suddenly—

“There it is.” The doctor points to a small, round shape on the screen. Layla gasps softly, her eyes widening in surprise.

There it was.

The unexpected life she and Jake had created. So tiny. So innocent. Layla felt a lump form in her throat as her eyes began to well up. Everything else seemed distant, muffled. The decision she’d thought she had made now felt like it was slipping away.

“Layla. Layla?”

Her focus snaps back to the doctor, tears now streaking down her cheeks.

“What?” Her voice is unsteady.

“You and Jake have already decided on adoption?”

Jake gently helps Layla sit up, grabbing the tissue the doctor handed him to wipe away the gel and adjusting her shirt afterward.

“What? Oh… um…” Her eyes drift back to the screen, her heart heavy.

“Baby?” Jake’s voice is soft but firm. “That’s still what you want, right? That’s what you told me.”

Sensing Layla’s uncertainty, the doctor clears her throat and offers a gentle smile.

“Layla, you’re still very early in your pregnancy. Whatever you decide, you have plenty of time to make the best choice for both you and the baby.”

Layla nods slowly.

“I should mention, one of your options does have a time limit. If you and Jake decide on termination, you’d need to do so before you reach 24 weeks,” the doctor explains.

“No,” Layla interrupts firmly. “Termination is off the table.”

The doctor nods in understanding.

“Alright, then. That leaves you with two other options, and both will require you to continue with the pregnancy. You’ll need to start taking prenatal vitamins every morning, okay? And make sure you’re eating a balanced breakfast, getting plenty of rest, and staying active.”

Layla’s voice is soft, still processing everything. “Where can I buy the vitamins?”

“They’re over the counter, so any pharmacy should have them,” the doctor replies.

Jake speaks up. “Can she still have sex while pregnant?”

Layla whips her head around to glare at Jake, slapping his arm. “Jake!”

The doctor laughs lightly. “Yes, sex is fine while pregnant. Just no rough play or wild positions.” Layla blushes deeply, and the doctor adds with a smile, “Remember, we want mama to be comfortable.”

Jake nods.

The doctor lets out a small chuckle.

“Alright. Any more questions?”

They both shake their heads.

“Okay. If you think of any, just call my office. I’ll be happy to answer. Layla, you’ll need to schedule another appointment at twelve weeks for more genetic testing.”

Layla nods.

The doctor smiles. “Alright then, that’s all. Congratulations again. I’ll see you two soon.” With that, she walks out.

After checking out, Jake and Layla head to his car, a heavy silence settling between them. Jake doesn’t start the engine right away, his mind racing.

“Layla.”

She slowly looks over at him.

“What just happened in there? I thought we agreed on adoption.”

“I don’t know.” She sighs. “That was the plan, but—”

“Was the plan?” Jake cuts her off, his eyes widening.

Layla stammers, struggling to find the words.

“Baby, what happened to being too young for this?”

“I don’t know, okay?!” she snaps. “I don’t know!” Her gaze drops to her hands, where she holds two ultrasound photos. Her voice softens. “I don’t know…”

Jake grabs her hand, his grip tight. “Layla, we cannot be parents. Do you hear yourself?”

She knows he’s right. But a small voice inside her whispers something different. Before she can say anything, Jake lets go, starts the car, and pulls out of the parking lot.

The ride is tense, silent. Layla steals glances at him, his anger evident in his clenched jaw, his grip on the wheel.

When they reach her house, he parks and unlocks the door.

“I’ll text you,” he mutters, not looking at her.

A single tear slips down her cheek as she unbuckles her seatbelt and steps out. The moment she shuts the door, Jake speeds away, leaving her standing there, broken, confused, overwhelmed.

She stares at the ultrasound photo in her hand before shoving it into her backpack. Without a word, she walks up the steps, opens the door, and disappears inside.

“Hi, sweetpea,” her dad greeted as she stepped inside. “How was school?”

“Hm? Oh, it was fine,” Layla replied, quickly shutting the door and heading straight for the stairs.

“Whoa, hold on,” Jack said, stepping over to her with a smile. “Your mom made pasta for lunch.”

“Oh. I’m not really hungry… I think I’ll just go up and start on my homework.”

He gave a small nod. “Alright, but we expect you at dinner, young lady.” He chuckled, ruffling her hair before walking off.

Layla exhaled and climbed the stairs to her room.

Once inside, she shut the door behind her and dropped her backpack onto the bed. She pulled out the single ultrasound photo she’d stuffed inside earlier and sat down, staring at it in silence. After a moment, she let out a deep sigh and walked over to her dresser.

She paused, puzzled, when she saw her laptop neatly placed on her desk. That wasn’t where she left it. Shrugging it off, she opened the top drawer and tucked the ultrasound photo into the very back, out of sight.

She grabbed a fresh set of pajamas and a towel, then headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

As she undressed, her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. She stood still, studying her figure, slowly turning to the side. She imagined herself with a baby bump. Round, full, unmistakable.

A small, unintentional smile crept across her face at the thought. But just as quickly, it faded, replaced by the sting of memory Jake’s detached reaction before dropping her off.

She turned away from the mirror, her chest tight with a mix of emotions she didn’t have the words for.

Grabbing her towel, she stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over her, hoping it would ease the heaviness pressing down on her shoulders. It didn’t.

Everything felt uncertain except the fact that time wasn’t going to slow down for her.

Back in her room, hair damp and skin clean, she climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. She glanced once more at the drawer where the ultrasound photo now sat hidden.

She hesitated. She knew that if she got up and pulled the photo back out, she’d end up staring at it for the rest of the night.

Instead, she rolled onto her side, staring at the wall.

Maybe he’d come around, she thought to herself.

Or maybe she’d have to do this on her own.

With a soft exhale, Layla closed her eyes. Whatever happened next, whatever decision she’d make, the truth was already inside her, quiet, steady, and real.

And it was growing.

[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach: Chapter 2

Late Teen!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Character

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Layla begins exploring adoption as a possible option, keeping her distance from Jake as she processes everything alone. When Jake finds out, they agree it’s their only option, though both are conflicted. As they try to navigate the weight of their decision, unspoken fears and tension grow between them, casting doubt on whether anything will ever go back to normal.

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Warnings - unplanned pregnancy, implied sexual activity, discussion of termination, emotional distress, mild language

Disclaimer - a lot was changed! kept the same vibe but added a few new things! i hope you enjoy this new revised chapter! (the italicized text means it’s in the past!) excuse any errors and please let me know if i missed any warnings!

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Jake let out a low grunt as he moved against Layla, his body pressing into hers. Beneath him, she bit her lip, trying to muffle the soft sounds threatening to escape. She had come over after school under the pretense of studying for their history test, but one thing led to another, and now she was beneath him, her dress bunched at her waist as he moved in slow, deliberate motions, their bodies perfectly aligned.

“You still okay?” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, though his movements never faltered.

Layla nodded, exhaling softly. “Yeah… yeah.”

Jake’s fingers traced along her thigh as he shifted slightly. “You’re so wet,” he muttered, voice thick with something unspoken. He lingered for a moment, then pulled back just enough to tug at his boxers.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and something else—anticipation.

He gave her a reassuring smile. “Relax, baby. Trust me… it’ll feel good for both of us.” His boxers hit the floor, and he reached for the delicate fabric still clinging to her hips.

Her breath hitched as he slid them down, her pulse quickening. A mix of excitement and nerves flooded through her. Deep down, she craved this moment.

“What if your parents hear us? Or walk in?” she whispered as he gently lifted her hips, slipping the last barrier between them away.

Jake chuckled softly, pressing a kiss against her knee as he spread her legs just enough, his touch careful, reverent. “Just keep them like this okay, baby?”

Layla nods slowly, watching his every move.

"What about protection?" she asked softly, her fear creeping into her tone.

Jake paused for a moment, then looked up at her with a confident smirk. "Trust me, I've got it covered."

That night played on a loop in Layla’s mind, drowning out everything else. She barely registered the glares from her classmates as she drifted through the hallway, brushing past them without a second thought.

The moment she stepped outside, the crisp air snapped her back to reality. Her eyes scanned the student parking lot until they landed on Jake, surrounded by his usual group of friends. Hanging back, she watched as they chatted and said their goodbyes, waiting for the right moment. As the last friend walked away, she finally started toward him.

She weaves through the parking lot, just a few steps away from Jake when—

“Hi, Jake.”

A brunette struts towards him, swaying her hips as she approaches his car. Layla watches from afar, not missing the way Jake’s gaze lingers, sizing the girl up.

After a moment, Layla watches the girl disappear and Jake climb into the driver side of his car, a dull ache settling in her chest. She pushes the feeling aside as she slides into the passenger seat of Jake’s car.

“Hey, baby.” He leans over, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “How was your day?”

She shrugs while fastening her seatbelt. “It was fine.”

Jake glances at her before shifting his focus back to maneuvering out of the parking space.

“You sure? What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Layla exhales, staring out the window.

“Everything.” A beat of silence stretches between them. “Saw you talking with Jasmine.”

Jake shifts uncomfortably, rolling his eyes.

“Layla.”

“That’s her name, right?”

“Layla—“

“I saw the way you looked at her.” She turns to face him, her eyes searching his.

“Stop it.” His grip on her thigh tightens slightly. “Yeah, she stopped by but it was only to ask about Chris, alright?” He glances at her, trying to read her expression, before refocusing on the road.

Silence settles between them, thick and heavy. Jake keeps his hand on her thigh, his thumb tracing slow, reassuring circles. It’s the only comfort he can offer. When they finally pull up to her house, he parks at the end of the driveway and cuts the engine.

Just as Layla reaches for her seatbelt, he stops her, his hand catching her arm.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a second. We need to talk.”

She tugs free. “About what?”

Jake gives her a pointed look, his gaze flickering down to her stomach before meeting her eyes again. “You haven’t told your parents yet, have you?

Her eyes widened in alarm. “Are you insane? If they find out I’m pregnant, they’ll burn me at the stake.”

Jake knew she was right. Telling her parents wasn’t an option. Not with how they felt about him.

Layla continues.

“We can’t tell anyone, okay? Not until I… figure out what to do.”

“Isn’t there, like… stuff you’re supposed to be doing? To help the, uh…” His eyes flicked to her stomach again.

“Will you stop staring?”

His gaze snapped back up. “What do you want me to do, Layla?”

“I don’t know!” she groaned, running a hand through her hair. “I just need time to figure things out.”

“We don’t exactly have a lot of time.”

“You think I don’t know that?!”

Layla lets out another sigh, the frustration evident in her voice.

“Let me just figure things out first. What I want, what to do before we go telling anyone. No one needs to know yet.”

Jake gives a slow nod.

“Alright. Just… keep me in the loop, yeah?”

She nods, already unbuckling her seatbelt.

“I’ll text you.”

“You better,” he says as she steps out of the car.

That night, Layla lay in bed, phone in hand, researching everything she could: teen pregnancy, her options, what to do next after a positive test. She didn’t have answers, just questions and a growing sense of panic. With no one to turn to, Google became her lifeline.

She kept scrolling, eyes scanning articles and forums, completely tuning out the buzz of incoming messages— mostly from Jake, though she didn’t even look to check.

When his calls continued to go unanswered, he grabbed his keys, got in his car, and drove over. Parking a few houses away, he climbed over the fence and slipped into the backyard. He had snuck into Layla’s room more times than he could count, he knew exactly which window was hers. Bending down, he picked up a few small rocks and tossed them at the glass.

Inside, Layla flinched at the sudden noise. Heart pounding, she got up and walked to the window.

“Jake, what are you doing here?” she whispered harshly.

A smirk tugged at his lips when he saw her. “You didn’t answer my texts.”

“Sorry. I was … busy.”

“So, you climbing down, or should I start climbing up?” His grin widened.

“Jake, no—”

He rolled his eyes, ignoring her protest as he grabbed onto the ledge and started climbing. Layla watched anxiously before rushing to lock her bedroom door. Just as she turned around, she let out a quiet gasp, Jake was already inside, standing inches from her.

He chuckled, amused. “Did I scare you, baby?”

“What are you doing here?” she whispers.

Jake wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her in close.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he murmurs, his hand gently rubbing her side.

Layla exhales softly, leaning into his touch. “I’m fine…”

“And … I missed you.”

Without a word, Jake guides them toward the bed, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. One hand moves to her face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

He spots her phone lying on the bed and picks it up, raising an eyebrow as he glances at the screen.

“‘A Full Circle Adoption’?” he reads aloud, then looks over at her.

Layla shifts in his lap, clearly uneasy.

“You’re thinking about adoption?” he asks gently.

She exhales. “It’s the only other option we have.”

“Only?”

“We can’t raise a baby, Jake.”

“I know that, Lay, but—”

“No,” she interrupts firmly. “I already told you. I’m not terminating.”

He lets out a slow breath, sets the phone down, and wraps his arms around her.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

She nods, quiet but certain.

“Alright,” he sighs. “Adoption it is.”

Silence settles between them, thick with all the questions neither of them knows how to ask. Jake doesn’t push. He doesn’t know where to start.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed,” Layla says, pulling him out of his thoughts. She rises from his lap and heads toward the closet.

He watches her for a moment, then tugs off his shirt.

Layla turns, eyeing him. “What are you doing?”

“Thought I’d spend the night.”

She gives him a small, tired smile, then disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Jake slips out of his jeans and climbs into her bed, stretching out and getting comfortable.

A few minutes later, she reappears in silk pajamas. He props his hands behind his head, eyes tracking her as she crosses the room.

“Come here, baby,” he says with a soft grin, motioning her over.

Layla obeys without hesitation, curling up against him. Jake pulls the blanket over them and wraps his arms around her, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. A contented sigh escapes him as he rubs her arm, his fingers toying with her pajama top.

“Let’s take this off you…” he murmurs, sliding it down her shoulder.

Layla shifts, allowing him to tug the fabric over her head. He places a firm hand on her waist, guiding her closer.

“Come here…”

She follows his lead, settling onto his lap. Jake’s hands tighten around her waist, his gaze locked onto hers. He tugs her hips forward, the friction between them sending a shiver down his spine. A low grunt escapes him, but just as he’s about to continue, his eyes drift downward to her bare stomach.

His chest tightens.

There’s a baby in there.

A life.

Part him, part Layla.

The weight of it all crashes over him, rooting him in place. His hand moves on its own, his thumb ghosting over the skin just above her belly button.

“Jake?”

Her voice pulls him from his thoughts. He looks up, meeting her concerned gaze.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, baby.” He lies. “I just… I just wanna lay here instead.”

“Oh… okay.”

Layla nods, reaching for her shirt and slipping it back on. She shifts beside him, resting her head against his chest as he instinctively pulls her closer, his arm draping over her protectively. A soft kiss to her forehead, a gentle stroke along her arm. Within moments, she’s fast asleep.

But Jake isn’t.

He stares at the ceiling, his mind racing.

Adoption. She was going through with it. He should’ve been relieved, thrilled, even. No unexpected responsibility, no life turned upside down by an accident.

But still, something tugged at him.

The idea of strangers raising his child, his own flesh and blood stirred a quiet anger he didn’t know what to do with.

Still, this was the right choice. The only choice.

In nine months, everything could go back to the way it was.

At least, he hoped it could.

He watched Layla as she slept, her pajama top riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of her stomach. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out.

His hand hovered for a moment before settling gently over the spot where their child was growing, his thumb brushing just above her belly button.

This is the right thing, he told himself again and again until sleep finally pulled him under.

[ageofjoshua]

Against the Dead: Chapter 6

** SLOW UPDATES **

Late!20s Kiszka twins x Fem!Reader

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While out searching for Taylor, you, Jake, and Josh get cornered by a herd and take shelter in an old store. As tensions rise, Jesse’s lies come to light. By morning, an attempted escape leads to a harsh truth— you’re far from safe.

Warnings - violence, infidelity, betrayal, panic, emotional distress, mild language, gore

Disclaimer - please excuse any errors or misspelling!! please let me know if i missed any warnings!!

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Ever since that moment in the cafeteria with Jake, you’ve noticed a shift in the way he acts around you. He hasn’t made another move like that since, but he’s definitely been easier to be around. Less sharp, a little more tolerable.

Still, your mind’s been preoccupied with other things.

You hadn’t forgotten what Betty said about Jesse and Liam. You’d tried to bring it up with Jesse a few times, but he was always preoccupied fixing something, planning something, running off somewhere.

The frustration was building fast.

“Hey,” a voice called behind you. “What are you doing?”

“Heading out,” you muttered without turning.

“Out?”

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and finally faced them. Josh and Jake standing by the door, blocking your exit.

“I’m going to look for my sister.”

“Alone?” Josh frowned.

They didn’t move. You were boxed in.

“No one goes out alone,” Jake said firmly.

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“It’s not babysitting,” Josh cut in. “It’s survival. It’s dangerous out there. We go in pairs, or not at all.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We’ll let Jesse know—”

“No!” you snapped, cutting him off. “He’s probably… busy. Look, I’m fine. I don’t need anyone.”

They exchanged a look, arms crossing. You sighed.

“Or you two can come with me.”

They did. After packing up a few essentials, you hit the road. Josh riding shotgun, Jake in the back.

“So… where exactly are we headed?” Josh asked, unfolding the map.

“Broadway area. There’s a hospital. Might be a good place to search and maybe grab some supplies.”

Josh gave a small nod as you focused on the road.

Eventually, you reached the outskirts, parked, and climbed out, eyes scanning the quiet threat of nearby walkers.

“I’ll check over here. You two head that way,” you said, pointing.

Jake shook his head. “We stay close, close enough to hear each other if something happens.”

You and Josh nodded, then split up.

Your hand hovered near your knife as you stepped into the building. It used to be a Walmart, but now it was half-collapsed and gutted by time. You heard a few groans from distant walkers but avoided them, slipping silently between the shelves.

Nothing. No sign of life.

You pressed on, weaving through ruined aisles until you reached the back outdoor gear. Fishing supplies.

That’s when you saw it.

A fishing crossbow.

You moved toward it slowly, eyes scanning the shadows, hands steady as you reached out to inspect it.

Then you heard it.

“Hello?”

Your heart dropped. You fumbled with the walkie-talkie, hands shaking as you pressed the button.

“Taylor?! Is that you?!”

“Y/n?”

Tears welled in your eyes.

“It’s me, baby,” you breathed. “Listen to me, wherever you are, don’t move. I’m coming for you. Just tell me where—”

But before Taylor could answer, you looked up—

A herd of walkers was moving toward you.

“Shit!” you gasped, snatching the crossbow and bolting in the opposite direction.

Panic surged through you as you ran, desperately scanning for cover.

Then, bam. You collided with someone.

“Y/n!” Josh grabbed you, steadying your arms. “Let’s go!”

You didn’t hesitate.

“Where the hell did they come from?!” you shouted as you ran beside him.

“No idea!”

“Guys! In here!”

Jake’s voice cut through the chaos. You both veered toward it, diving into the back of the store.

Jake slammed the door shut behind you and jammed a broom handle through the latch.

You all backed away, breathless, watching through the dusty window as walkers clawed and slammed against the glass.

“Shit…” Josh muttered, eyes still fixed on the writhing silhouettes.

You set the crossbow down and scrambled for the walkie-talkie again.

“Taylor?! Are you still there?! Hello?!”

Static. Nothing.

“Damn it!”

“What’s going on?” Josh asked.

“It was Taylor,” you said, eyes wide. “I heard her. She was on the radio.”

Josh and Jake exchanged a glance before Josh stepped forward.

“Did she say where she is?”

“I asked,” you muttered, dragging a hand through your hair. “But then the herd showed up. I didn’t get an answer.”

“Hey,” Jake said gently, stepping closer. “We’ll find her. Alright? We will.”

You gave a faint nod, your eyes drifting past his shoulder toward the barricaded door.

“If we make it out of here.”

Both Josh and Jake turned to look back at it, the walkers still pressing in from the other side.

“I’m gonna check for a back door,” Josh mumbled, heading off toward the rear of the store..

Jake gave a small nod in return, his eyes lingering on you for a second longer before he stepped back. He leaned down and picked up the crossbow, flashing a faint grin.

“You found this?”

You gave a quiet, dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

Josh returned a moment later, shaking his head.

“No way out. But I found some blankets and clothes in the back. We can rig something up to sleep on.”

Jake nodded.

“I’ll try radioing back to base, let them know where we are,” you said, turning and walking toward the corner.

By nightfall, you had set up a makeshift bed near the back wall, keeping your distance from the entrance— just in case. Josh and Jake camped near the front, but you already knew sleep wouldn’t come easy.

“Hey.”

You glanced up to find Jake a few feet away.

“Can’t sleep?”

You shook your head.

He gave a soft chuckle and sat down beside you on the cold floor.

“Josh is out,” he said with a shrug. “I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you’re alright.”

You offered him a small, tired smile.

“Just… exhausted.”

He nodded, staying quietly by your side.

“He lied to me.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Jesse,” you sighed. “Betty and John told me someone used to visit the farm. Regularly. Blonde hair, green eyes.”

Jake nodded slowly. “Yeah… I remember him.” He waited, sensing there was more.

“Liam,” you said quietly. “The day I found Jesse again, he told me he saw my sister run off with Liam during the attack but left out the part where he stayed in contact with him. He knew where Liam was. He just never told me.”

Jake’s expression softened. “I’m really sorry.” He reached over, placing a hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

You glanced at him, your gaze lingering.

He pulls his hand away and clears his throat.

“Did you manage to reach anyone?” he asks, nodding toward the radio.

You let out a sigh. “No. They’re probably just caught up with something.”

“Yeah. Or someone,” Jake mutters as he stands.

You furrow your brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Jesse. He’s probably off hooking up with Candace.”

Your stomach turns, eyes going wide.

Jake turned without another word, a sly smirk curving his lips as he walked away.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving the silence heavy and your mind spinning.

You never saw it coming. Never imagined Jesse would cheat. But then again, you’d spent so long not knowing if he was even alive. Does that still count as cheating? Of course it does.

Now everything clicks into place: the “bruise” on his neck, the way Candace jumps at his every word.

Whatever guilt you’d been holding onto quietly dissolved.

Now, you had a whole new reason to be furious.

And if you ever make it out of this damn Walmart… Jesse better be ready.

By next morning, Jake and Josh were already awake.

“Hey,” you say, approaching them, eyes drifting to the door. “Still out there, huh?”

They both nod.

“All that groaning and snarling probably brought more,” Jake mutters.

“Any ideas?”

“No,” they answer in unison.

You sigh and step between them, gaze fixed on the door.

“I think I’ve got one.”

You lay out the plan while gathering supplies. Josh gets to work on the vent above, struggling to loosen it while you stuff what you need into your pockets.

“You sure about this?” Jake asks, watching you closely.

“Yes,” you answer quietly. “It has to work.”

A moment later, Josh grunts, “It’s done.”

You give a quick nod and move into position. Jake kneels beside you, lacing his fingers together as a foothold, while Josh steadies you with a hand on your waist.

“Alright,” you exhale. “I’ll climb up, make a distraction, then come back down. That should give us the window we need.”

They nod, ready.

You nod back, planting your foot in Jake’s hands as Josh steadies you from behind. With a bit of a struggle, you manage to grip the edge and hoist yourself into the vent.

“You okay?!” Josh calls up.

“Yeah! I’m fine!” you shout back, catching your breath.

The space is tight, dark, and caked in dust. You crawl forward, eyes locked on a faint glow ahead. After a few tense moments, you reach it. Shifting your weight, you sit up and start kicking at the vent cover, trying to loosen it.

Finally, it gives way with a loud crash.

“Finally,” you whisper, but the relief is short-lived.

Your foot slips.

“Ah!” you cry out, suddenly dangling halfway out of the vent. Your hands grip the edge as your legs flail, the ground far below and crawling with walkers.

“Josh! Jake!” you scream, eyes wide in terror. The undead below are already shifting, drawn by the noise. They’re moving fast. “Josh! Jake! Help me! Please, help me!”

“Y/n!”

You glance down to see Jake right beneath you, arms outstretched. Josh is beside him, taking down walkers as they close in.

“Drop!” Jake yells.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let go, falling straight into his arms.

A shaky breath escapes you as you cling to him for a second.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage, breathless.

“Let’s go!” Josh shouts.

Jake sets you on your feet and quickly hands you the crossbow, already loaded. You grip it tight and take off running. The three of you sprint toward the front of the store.

It’s clear, for now. No walkers in sight. But then you spot the parking lot.

“Shit.”

“The car,” Jake mutters.

All of you stare as the vehicle is completely swarmed, walkers climbing over it like ants.

“Crap.” You breathe out. “What do we do?” You look at the two.

“This way!”

[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach: Chapter 1

Late Teen!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Character

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Layla's world shatters when she discovers she's pregnant. Desperate to hide it from her parents, she turns to Jake, her secret boyfriend. When he finds out, fear and uncertainty take over, but he promises to stand by her. As reality sets in, they both face a future they never expected.

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Warnings - unplanned pregnancy, emotional distress, anxiety, cussing.

Disclaimer - not much changed in this chapter. i did add a little something in the end that wasn’t in the original! i hope you enjoy! as always — excuse any spelling errors or other errors. also please let me know if i missed any warnings!!

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Layla stares at the stick, her hand trembling. She can’t tell if her mind is playing tricks on her or if the tears in her eyes are distorting what she sees. Tears roll down her cheeks, and all her doubts vanish.

Layla is pregnant.

This couldn’t be happening. She was in disbelief, utterly shocked. It felt like she’d been sitting on the toilet for hours, but it had only been three minutes.

Three minutes.

Three minutes that just shattered her world. Layla froze, unsure of what to do. She was too stunned to notice her phone buzzing nonstop in the background.

“Layla?”

She gasped, nearly dropping the pregnancy test in her hand. Scrambling, she bent down to pick it up, shoving it hastily into the bathroom cabinet.

“Yeah, Mom?”

“Your dad wants to know if stuffed shells are okay for dinner tonight,” her mom’s voice came softly from the other side of the door.

Layla quickly wiped her tears, grabbed her phone, and unlocked the door before stepping out. “I’ve got plans,” she muttered, brushing past her mother on her way to the bed.

“Oh. You didn’t mention anything about plans. With who?”

Layla sighed, her stomach tightening. She’d always been terrible at lying when she was nervous, and right now, that’s all she felt. She turned around, her voice tentative. “With Carmen.” She lied.

“Oh.” Lily nods, a faint smile forming. “Where are you two headed?”

“Just grabbing a bite. We won’t be long… unless she wants to hang out somewhere after.”

“Alright. As always—”

“Curfew’s at eight, no parties, no downtown. I know, Mom.” Layla cuts her off, reciting the rules with ease. Lily pauses, her expression softening into something close to pride.

“That’s my girl.” She winks, pushing herself up from the bed. “Alright, I’ll let your father know you have plans. What time are you heading out?”

“Around six, I think.”

Lily nods again. “Is she picking you up?”

Layla nods in confirmation.

“Okay, honey. Have fun. Let us know when you’re headed out, alright?”

Layla nods, watching her mom leave the room. As soon as the door closes, she exhales a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The panic surges back almost instantly, the memory of the bathroom flashing in her mind, the positive pregnancy test glaring at her like a warning she can’t escape.

She spends the next hour trying to distract herself, but time slips away, and before she knows it, it’s six. Quickly changing into something casual, she heads to the bathroom, snatches the discarded pregnancy test, and shoves it deep into her pocket. Waiting for his text, she makes her way downstairs cautiously.

Her parents are in the kitchen, so she seizes the opportunity, rushing down the stairs and straight to the door. “I’m leaving! Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!” she calls over her shoulder, not giving them a chance to respond before slipping outside.

Jake’s car is waiting at the end of the driveway. She hurries over, flinging the door open and jumping in.

“Hey, bab—”

“Just drive, Jake!”

He glances at her, confused but silent, before shifting the car into gear and pulling away from the street. Jake glances over at Layla a couple of times, a quiet chuckle slipping out.

"Did they ask any questions?"

Layla shakes her head. "I told them I was going out with Carmen."

He chuckles again, shaking his head as his hand casually rests on her thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

"You really need to stop lying, baby. Just tell them. You're eighteen."

"That's not funny," she snaps, reaching to move his hand away. But he resists, holding it firmly in place.

"I never said it was."

"Well, you know I can't tell them the truth," she mutters, her voice sharp. "They'd never let me see you again."

Jake chuckles once more, and Layla smacks his hand in frustration.

"I said it's not funny, Jake."

“Alright,” Jake says, stealing a quick glance at her before returning his eyes to the road. “I’m sorry, baby.” He looks at her again briefly, his gaze soft, then shifts back to driving. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Layla hesitates, staring at him. She debates whether to come clean now or wait until they’ve reached their destination.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she stammers.

“Don’t do that,” Jake says firmly. “You know I can tell when something’s up. And you’re extra feisty tonight, so spill it. Come on, baby. You can tell me anything.” He takes her hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a lingering kiss against her skin.

“I’m just… hungry,” she lies, her voice barely steady.

Jake studies her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Alright,” he finally says, shifting his focus back to the road. He doesn’t believe her for a second, but he lets it go, for now, choosing not to push her further.

When they arrive at the burger joint, Jake keeps a subtle but watchful eye on Layla. He doesn’t press her about what’s bothering her, but the way she avoids his gaze only fuels his suspicion. Still, he decides to let it slide for now, focusing on enjoying their date.

Jake props up the tailgate of his Jeep, creating a makeshift dining spot for the two of them to sit and enjoy their food.

“Want some of my fries, baby?” he offers, holding them out to her.

Layla shakes her head, gathering her trash into the empty takeout bag. “Thanks for the food.”

Jake waves her off dismissively and hops off the Jeep. “Hey, what did I say about thanking me? It’s my job.” He steps closer to her, leaning in for a quick kiss.

Before things can go any further, Layla gently pulls back. “Okay, behave. We’re in the middle of the parking lot,” she warns, her tone light but firm.

Jake playfully rolls his eyes. “Hasn’t stopped us before.”

Despite herself, Layla chuckles softly as she watches him stroll over to toss their trash in a nearby bin.

“I gotta pick up my brother from a party. Wanna come with?” Jake calls over his shoulder.

“Sam?”

Jake nods.

“Sure.” Layla shrugs, sliding off the tailgate to follow him. Layla shoves her hands into the pocket of her hoodie, but her fingers brush against nothing. Her eyes widen.

“Oh, baby, you dropped this.”

She turns around, her heart sinking.

The pregnancy test.

It must have fallen when they were eating, and she hadn’t noticed. Now, the test from earlier is in Jake’s hand. Her breath catches in her throat as she stares at him, frozen.

“Layla, what is this?” Jake’s voice trembles as he looks up at her, fear etched across his face.

She opens her mouth to respond, but no words come out. Her chest tightens, her eyes welling with tears.

“Layla—are you preg—” Jake cuts himself off, his voice cracking as he sees her crumble. Without hesitation, he rushes toward her, pulling her into his arms.

“Hey, hey. Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he whispers, holding her tightly. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s okay.”

Layla sobbed into his chest as he held her close, trying to comfort her and himself. His world felt like it had collapsed around him.

Layla was pregnant.

The very thing people had always warned him about, the one thing he’d been determined to avoid, had finally happened. He’d wanted so badly to prove them wrong, but now here he was. Anger simmered beneath the surface. At himself, at the situation but fear and confusion overshadowed it. Still, none of that mattered now. His feelings had to come second to Layla’s.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re okay, baby,” he murmured softly, his voice steady as he tried to reassure her. “Let’s get to the car, alright? Come on, I’ve got you.”

Gently, he guided her to the passenger side, opening the door and helping her in with care. Once she was settled, he hurried around to the driver’s side, the pregnancy test still clutched in his hand.

“When did you—” he started, his voice hesitant.

“Today,” Layla interrupted, her voice cracked and fragile. “I found out today.”

Jake turned to look at her, his heart tightening at the sight of her anguish.

“How long did you suspect that you might be ..”

“A few weeks.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

Layla looks over at Jake, tears still streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, Jake I— I didn’t know what to do. I was scared and-“

“Hey. Don’t— don’t, apologize. I’m not mad, alright?” He takes her hand into his. “I’m not mad at you.” He stares at her, the silence between them stretching until Jake finally breaks it. “Are you—”

“No.” She shakes her head firmly.

The idea of terminating never even entered Layla’s mind. It might be the logical choice. They’re so young, still in high school, and hiding their relationship from her parents. A baby would only deepen the chaos they’re already drowning in. But she can’t bring herself to consider it.

“Okay,” Jake says softly, nodding. “Alright. Hey—” He gently tilts her face toward him, his hand steady under her chin. “Whatever you decide, that’s what we’ll do, okay? I’ll be here, every step of the way.”

Layla nods slowly, tears still streaming down her face.

Jake drove Layla home after that, the silence in the car heavy and unfamiliar. He couldn’t stop replaying how badly he had screwed up, how he’d let things spiral to this point. Layla was pregnant. But he kept those thoughts to himself, she didn’t need more weight on her shoulders.

When they reached her street, Jake did what he always did: parked a few houses down so her parents wouldn’t see him.

He shut off the engine, and the car fell into a heavy silence.

Jake glanced at Layla, uncertain, caught between everything he wanted to say and the reality that nothing felt right. His mind was racing, but his mouth stayed shut.

“I should go,” Layla murmured, sniffling.

Jake gave a small nod.

“Okay… do you want me to stay? I could sneak in—”

“No,” she cut in, gentle but firm. “I just… want to be alone.”

“Baby, you—”

“I’ll text you, alright?”

Jake didn’t push. He exhaled slowly, nodded again.

“Okay.”

He got out quickly, hurrying around to the passenger side to open her door. His eyes lingered on her for a moment.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You gonna be okay?”

Layla nodded slowly.

He could see the fear and sadness in her eyes, and it shattered him. He hesitated, then pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. “I’m so sorry, baby. So, so sorry,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Layla pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. Jake didn’t think twice before leaning down, capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss.

“I love you,” he murmured as they broke apart.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

Layla steps back, giving him a small wave before turning to head down her driveway. Jake stays parked, his eyes fixed on her until she’s safely inside. Only then does he let out a breath, get back in his car, and start the drive home.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, the weight of everything hitting him at once. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” His hands grip the steering wheel as he slams it in frustration, anger boiling over. Jake pressed harder on the gas pedal, his mind locked on the destination he hoped would help him escape, even briefly, from the mess he and Layla were now in. Without a second thought, he grabbed his phone, powered it down, and tossed it onto the back seat. The glowing screen disappeared into the darkness as he drove into the night.

By the time Jake got home, he was already a few beers deep. He stumbled through the front door, letting it shut behind him with a dull thud.

He dragged himself toward the stairs, gripping the railing like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

A door creaked open somewhere behind him.

“Hey,” came a voice.

It was Josh. His twin, standing in the hallway.

“You forgot to pick Sam up from the party.”

Jake didn’t look back. He just shrugged, barely making it to the top of the stairs before turning toward his room.

“I had to lie to Mom and Dad about where you were,” Josh continued.

“Who gives a shit,” Jake slurred, hand fumbling for the doorknob. “They knew I was with Layla.”

“Yeah, but you promised you’d pick up Sam. They were pissed. I had to say something came up with Layla, that you couldn’t make it.”

Jake scoffed, pushing his door open and stumbling inside without another word.

Jake was still simmering with frustration. The alcohol didn’t dull it. It only sharpened the edges. The moment kept looping in his mind: the pregnancy test in his hand, the two pink lines staring back at him like a punch to the gut. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it.

He kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed, grabbing his phone and powering it on.

Scrolling through his contacts, his thumb hovered over Jasmine’s name.

No.

He couldn’t.

Things with Layla had been going so well… until now. And even though every part of him wanted to bury himself in someone else, drown the noise, forget what just happened… he couldn’t do it.

Not this time.

Because the person he really wanted was probably sitting in her room right now, scared and alone.

Jake sighed, pressed on Jasmine’s name and deleted it. Then, without hesitating, he scrolled to Layla’s contact and hit “Call.”

After a few rings, she finally answered.

“Hello?”

Jake exhaled, the sound full of quiet relief.

“Hey. Hi, baby,” he said, trying to steady his voice, trying to sound sober. “I just… I needed to hear your voice again.”

Silence lingered on her end. It made him anxious, so he kept going.

“I’m not going anywhere, Layla. Okay? Whatever you decide, I’m with you. I mean that. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jake.”

He lets out a quiet sigh.

“We’ll figure it out together.”

Silence follows, expected, but still heavy. He can hear the sadness in Layla’s breathing, the quiet tremble of fear she’s trying to hide. So he speaks again, softer this time.

“FaceTime me.”

And she does. It’s what they always did when things got hard, when the weight of the world felt too much. They’d call, sometimes talking for hours, sometimes saying nothing at all. Just his voice, his face, his being there, it calmed her. They’d stay on until she drifted off to sleep.

[ageofjoshua]

Against the Dead: Chapter 5

** SLOW UPDATES **

Late!20s Kiszka twins x Fem!Reader

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A possible lead sparks hope, but before you can follow it, two strangers arrive seeking shelter. Despite pushback, you let them stay, causing tension, especially with Jake. Tensions rise, leading to a reckless moment. Now, you’re left hiding the truth from Jesse, and from yourself.

Warnings - strong language, sexual content, infidelity, emotional distress, guilt, confrontation, mild violence, threats, apocalyptic themes

Disclaimer - please excuse any errors or misspelling. let me know if i missed any warnings!

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The days blurred together. Life at the elementary school had settled into a fragile routine, one week in, and things were calm. Safe, even.

But your mind kept drifting to Taylor.

You’d gone out looking for her more than once with Jesse, but each time ended the same, empty streets and dead ends. Still, you hadn’t given up. Every day, you radioed out, hoping your voice would reach her somehow. You promised you wouldn’t stop searching. But the silence on the other end never changed.

It was wearing on you, everyone could see it. Jesse, the others… they noticed the way you pulled away.

Most days, you kept to yourself, pouring over maps, planning new search routes, always just far enough from the group to be left alone. And slowly, they learned to let you be.

Today was no different. You were in the theater, sitting cross-legged on stage with the map laid out in front of you, eyes sharp and focused until a familiar voice gently pulled you back.

“Hi, sweetie.”

You looked up to see Betty and John making their way into the room, hand in hand.

“Hi,” you replied, quickly getting up and climbing down from the stage to help them toward the front row of seats.

“Thank you, dear,” John said with a kind smile. “What are you doing in here all by yourself?”

You offered a faint smile and headed back up to the stage.

“Nothing much. Just… marking a few spots to check out. Supplies and stuff.”

They both nodded, though their eyes lingered.

“And your sister?” Betty asked gently.

You kept your gaze on the map, voice quieter now. “Yeah… that too.”

“You’ll find her, dear,” John said with a reassuring smile. “Don’t you worry.”

You gave a small nod, eyes still fixed on the map in front of you.

“John?” Betty spoke up, turning to her husband. “Didn’t Jesse mention he ran into someone familiar the other day?”

Your head lifted slightly at the mention.

“I can’t remember his name…” Betty trailed off, thoughtful. “He was a handsome young man. Blonde hair, striking green eyes…”

John nodded slowly, piecing it together. “Had a bit of a limp, if I recall. Poor guy.”

Your eyes widened.

“Liam? Was his name Liam?”

Betty snapped her fingers with a grin. “Liam! That’s the one, honey!”

“When was this? How long ago?” you asked quickly.

“Oh, way before you joined us at the farm,” Betty said with a nod. “Jesse invited him to stay, but he turned it down. Said someone was waiting for him out there.”

Your heart skipped. Without another word, you snatched up the map, jumped off the stage, and rushed out of the theater.

You hurried down the hallway, heading for your room, only to freeze as Jake and Jesse appeared around the corner, weapons drawn, tense. Jake raised a finger to his lips.

“What’s going on?” you whispered, instantly on alert.

“We’ve got visitors,” Jake muttered, eyes locked on the double doors ahead.

You turned to look, expecting walkers but instead saw two unfamiliar figures. Alive.

Jesse and Jake began creeping toward them, weapons raised.

“Wait— what are you doing?” you hissed. “What are you gonna do?”

“We’re gonna deal with them,” Jake said flatly.

Your eyes widened. “What? No.”

Jake scoffed. “Why not?”

“Because we don’t kill the living.”

“Y/n, look he’s right—” Jesse started.

You cut him off, voice firm. “We. Don’t. Kill. The living.”

Jesse let out a sharp sigh.

“Okay, then how do you want to handle this? For all we know, they could be hostile.”

“Hello?”

All three of you turned toward the sound of the strangers’ voices.

“Is anybody here!?”

“Lower your weapons, but stay sharp,” you whispered. “Hold your ground. We’ll let them know this is our base and send them on their way.”

Jake glanced at Jesse, who finally gave a reluctant nod.

“Fine,” he muttered.

The three of you moved forward cautiously. Jesse and Jake kept their hands near their holsters, tense but not aggressive.

As soon as you stepped into view, Jake called out sharply, “Can we help you?”

The two strangers looked up, visibly relieved.

“Survivors,” one of them breathed. “Finally. We’ve been walking for miles— just walkers and empty roads.”

Their eyes dropped to Jake and Jesse’s ready stances.

“We come in peace,” the other added quickly, both of them taking a step back with raised hands.

“Listen, fellas,” Jesse started, stepping forward, “this is our territory. So why don’t you turn around and keep mov—”

“Please,” one of them cut in. “We’re not here to cause trouble. We just need a place to stay. How many more of you are there?”

Jake narrowed his eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

“We get it,” the first man said quickly. “We know it’s hard to trust people. I’m Tyler, this is my brother, Kevin. We’re not a threat. We’re just looking for others… people like us.”

You studied them closely, eyes sharp and cautious.

“It’s just the two of you?” you asked.

They both nodded.

“It’s been that way since the beginning?”

“Yes,” Kevin replied. “Just us since day one.”

You hesitated, biting your lip before finally speaking.

“Alright. You two can stay.”

Jesse and Jake snapped their heads toward you, eyes wide.

“What? No,” Jesse said, stepping forward. “Sorry, but you can’t stay here. We’ve got people to protect.”

“They can take the west wing,” you cut in. “It’s empty. For the most part. We haven’t cleared it completely.”

You took a few steps closer to Tyler and Kevin, voice firm.

“As long as you stay in that area, you can stay.”

Tyler’s face lit up. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

You gave a tight nod.

“If you need anything, you come to this spot and wait. Jesse or Jake will come to you. You do not come into the main area. If anyone finds you wandering around…” You glanced at Jesse and Jake. “They won’t hesitate.”

The brothers nodded quickly.

“Got it,” Tyler said.

“Understood,” Kevin added.

“Good.” You turned to leave. “Go get set up. Come back here at dinner. You’ll meet the others.”

And with that, you walked away without looking back.

Jesse and Jake stood watch as Tyler and Kevin disappeared into the west building, both visibly tense.

“You trust them?” Jake muttered under his breath.

“Not for a second,” Jesse replied. “Let the others know. We’ll take turns watching the building, switch off every night.”

Jake gave a silent nod and walked off to do just that.

Later that day, you made your way toward the cafeteria, planning to grab a few things for dinner. As you neared, the sound of metal clattering cans slamming hard against the ground snapped you to attention. Instinctively, your hand reached for the knife at your side as you crept toward the noise.

When you turned the corner, you stopped short.

“Jake,” you exhaled, slipping the knife back into its sheath. “What the hell are you doing?”

He didn’t look at you, just tossed another can across the floor with a loud clank. “Could ask you the same thing.”

You rolled your eyes and brushed past him toward the kitchen.

“I’m grabbing stuff for dinner,” you said flatly. “And a little extra to give Tyler and Kevin.”

Jake scoffed, tossing another can even harder.

“They can take care of themselves,” Jake muttered.

You stopped and turned. “What did you say?”

“I said they can fend for themselves!” he snapped, finally meeting your gaze. “We don’t know anything about them and hell, we barely know you! The only reason you’re even here is because you’re sleeping with Don Draper.”

Your eyes narrowed as you stepped in, closing the distance. “Say that again.”

“Oh, you heard me,” Jake said, stepping up to match your energy. “Jesse wouldn’t have let those two get within a mile of this place. But the second his precious Snow White gives the word, he rolls over and plays nice.” He scoffed, jaw tight with frustration.

You stared him down, your frustration matching his.

“What?” he growled. “Cat got your tongue?”

Before you even realized what you were doing, your hand flew up—

But Jake caught it mid-air, his fingers wrapping tight around your wrist. You gasped, startled by the force, by how quickly he pulled you in.

His face was inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin.

“Nothing to say?” he whispered.

And then, without warning, his lips crashed into yours.

You didn’t hesitate. Your body reacted before your mind could catch up. Your hands flew to his face, gripping him like you’d fall apart if you didn’t. His hands slid down to your waist, then lower, guiding you back until your spine met the cold wall behind you.

The kiss was everything you didn’t want to admit.

Hungry. Furious. Desperate.

And you didn’t stop.

You couldn’t.

Jake moved quickly, urgency in every touch. His hands found the button of your jeans, slipping beneath the fabric with practiced ease. You gasped against his mouth, arms tightening around his neck as his fingers found the spot that made your body jolt.

His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, trailing hot kisses as he continued to tease you, slow and deliberate. You tried to suppress the sounds rising in your throat, but soft moans still escaped.

With one hand on your waist, he gently guided you both down to the floor. He withdrew just long enough to unbutton his own jeans. You watched, breath unsteady, as you slid yours off alongside your underwear. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom and tearing it open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours as he rolled it on.

Then he was on top of you, grounding you beneath him as he lined himself up. Without hesitation, he pushed into you, drawing a shared gasp from your lips as he filled you completely. Your body tensed, adjusting, wrapping around him.

He didn’t ease in slow, his rhythm started hard, fast, relentless. Each thrust pulled another breathy moan from your mouth, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the quiet space. You clung to him, unable to stop the sounds, unable to want to.

Jake’s lips dragged along your neck, leaving heated kisses as he kept thrusting into you, deep and relentless. Neither of you spoke a word. Only the sounds of breathless gasps and soft moans filled the room, saying everything that needed to be said.

You felt the pressure building inside you, tightening with every movement. Jake pulled back just enough to look at you, and without breaking rhythm, he licked his thumb and brought it down to circle your clit.

A cry escaped you, louder than you meant, and you bit down on your hand to muffle it. Jake watched you with dark, hungry eyes, a crooked smirk forming as his pace turned erratic, he was close too.

You reached up, grabbing the bandana around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. Your mouths met again just as your body gave in, a wave of release crashing over you.

“Fuck,” you breathed against his lips, still trembling.

Jake didn’t stop. He kissed you hard, biting your bottom lip just as he came, his movements turning rough and uneven. With one final thrust, he stilled, forehead resting against your shoulder as both of you tried to catch your breath.

Then, just like that, he pulled away. No words. He tossed the condom to the side and began tugging his pants back on.

You lay there stunned, heart pounding, watching him in disbelief.

You couldn’t believe you’d just let that happen.

Silently, you pulled on your clothes, standing slowly. You waited, hoping for him to say something, anything.

But all he did was clear his throat, turn on his heel, and walk away.

After gathering the supplies for dinner, you quietly made your way back toward the main area.

“Oh hey, baby.” Jesse’s voice broke through your thoughts as he came up behind you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Need a hand?”

“Mmm? Oh. Yeah… thanks,” you mumbled, forcing a smile.

He took some of the items from your arms, walking beside you down the hallway.

“What took you so long in there?”

You hesitated, eyes fixed ahead. “Huh? Oh, um… I just couldn’t decide what to give Tyler and Kevin.” The lie slipped out easily, but your mind was still replaying everything that happened with Jake.

Jesse nodded slowly. “You know… I usually wouldn’t let strangers join us so easily,” he said, his voice low. “But if you trust them, then I do too.”

You both stopped just outside the doors to the theater. Jesse turned to you, smiling softly.

“It’s you and me against the world. Okay, baby?”

He leaned in and kissed you. It was warm. Familiar. Safe.

When he pulled away and stepped into the room, you stayed behind for a beat, guilt churning in your stomach like acid.

You watched the group welcome him before finally forcing yourself forward, slipping inside and masking everything with a calm smile. You moved through the motions of dinner, pretending everything was normal, like your heart wasn’t splitting quietly behind the scenes.

[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach: Prologue Part 2

Late Teen!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Character

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Layla runs into Jake at the movies, reigniting unresolved feelings. As he pursues her, tensions rise, boundaries are tested, and a secret date leads to an intense moment that leaves Layla questioning what she’s really ready for.

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Warnings - 18+!! sexual content, verbal confrontation, physical violence, toxic behavior, mild language, underage drinking

Disclaimer - please excuse any spelling errors or any other errors! let me know if i missed any warnings! enjoy this new revised prologue!!

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“Hey, sweetie. Where are you off to?”

Layla glanced over at her dad, who didn’t even lift his eyes from the newspaper. She never understood how he always knew when she was there. Like he had some kind of sixth sense.

“Uh, out with Carmen and Alexa,” she said.

This time, he looked up and set the paper down.

“Where you girls headed?”

“The movies. We’re gonna see the new Beetlejuice.”

Jack smiled, standing and walking over to her.

“Need any money?”

Layla let out a small laugh and shook her head. “I’m good, thanks, Dad.”

He nodded once.

“You remember the rules?”

“Yes,” Layla replied, almost reciting. “No drinking, no boys, no going downtown. Be home by eight.”

“That’s my girl. Have fun, pumpkin.”

Later, Layla met up with Alexa outside the theater, and they found Carmen already waiting near the ticket booth. After grabbing their tickets and loading up on snacks, they headed into the screening room.

Once they found their seats and settled in, Layla stood up again.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

Alexa and Carmen both nodded as she slipped away quietly.

The bathrooms were close, thankfully it wouldn’t take her long. As Layla stepped out, distant voices drifted in from the arcade nearby. One voice stood out. Familiar. Striking a nerve she hadn’t felt in years.

Curious, she edged closer and peeked around the corner.

Jake.

She hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever. Not since that night.

She watched him from a distance, studying the way he laughed with his friends, how his hair was much longer now, falling messily over his shoulders. He looked different. Older. But still unmistakably him.

Her breath caught when she saw the group start walking toward the theater halls. Panic set in. She turned quickly, hoping to disappear before they spotted her.

“Here, I got it,” a voice said.

Layla froze.

Looking up, she found herself face-to-face with Jake.

“Oh, shit,” he said, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “Layla Salazar.”

Her stomach flipped.

“Long time, no talk.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her mind blanked, words refusing to form.

Just then, Chris threw an arm around Jake’s shoulders, glancing at Layla with a grin.

“Come on, let’s go in.”

Jake held the door open, his eyes still on her. “After you.”

Layla gave a stiff nod and slipped past them, heart racing as she hurried back to her seat beside Alexa and Carmen, trying to breathe like nothing had happened.

“Not up here, not up here, not up here…”

Layla mentally chanted as Jake and his friends made their way down the aisle, only to settle a few seats away from her.

Perfect. Just perfect.

She sank a little deeper into her seat, trying to focus on the movie, on her friends, anything but the weight of his gaze she could already feel.

Halfway through the film, Alexa and Carmen leaned over, whispering that they were heading out for snacks. Layla watched them leave, her stomach dropping as Jake’s group shifted in their seats.

She glanced over, brief, but enough to catch his eyes on her. She quickly turned back to the screen, heart pounding.

And then—

“Hey.”

She startled, whipping her head to the side to find Jake now seated right next to her.

He laughed softly, cocky. “Did I scare you?”

Layla fumbled for a response, but nothing came out. Thankfully, he didn’t wait for one.

“How’ve you been?” he asked.

She cleared her throat. “I’m fine. Good.”

He nodded, easy. “Yeah? I’ve been alright. Same stuff. Playing guitar, hanging out, you know.”

She gave a small nod, unsure where this was going.

“You here with a boyfriend or something?”

Layla blinked, caught off guard. “What? No. Just my friends.”

Jake’s smirk deepened, like that was the answer he wanted. “You seeing anyone?”

She looked at him carefully, trying to read his expression. There was something teasing in his eyes, sure but something else too.

He already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it from her.

When she didn’t respond, he leaned in a little closer.

“Me neither.”

His hand moved casually to her thigh, fingers trailing lightly before giving a slow, deliberate squeeze.

“We should hang out,” he murmured. “Give it another shot. What do you say, hmm?”

Layla’s breath caught in her throat, just as Jake’s friends returned. He pulled his hand back like nothing had happened and stood up, tossing her one last grin.

“I’ll text you.”

And just like that, he was gone.

“Hey.”

She turned abruptly, startled again, this time by the familiar voices of her friends.

“Did we seriously just see Jake Kiszka talking to you?”

Their whispers were quick and excited, barely contained.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah…”

They squealed, trying to keep their glee quiet. Jake was only a few seats away.

“What did he say?”

“What did he want?”

Layla let out a sigh. “Nothing, really. Just said hi… and asked if I wanted to hang out sometime.”

Carmen and Alexa exchanged wide-eyed looks, practically vibrating with excitement.

“So?!”

“Did you say yes?”

“What? God, no.” Layla scoffed. “You’ve met my parents. They’d have a meltdown if they knew I even looked at him.”

“Oh, come on,” Alexa groaned. “You’re eighteen. You can make your own choices. Their rules are insane.”

“Yeah,” Carmen chimed in. “Live a little. One tiny secret won’t kill you.”

“Just drop it, okay? I’m not interested. And he’s still with Jasmine… or at least still sleeping with her.”

Carmen and Alexa exchanged a look but didn’t push. By the next day, the topic had vanished like it never happened.

“Hey, Layla.”

She looked up from her book, slipping out one earbud. Chris stood there, smiling.

“Mind if I sit?”

Before she could answer, he slid into the seat across from her. With a quiet sigh, Layla pulled out her other earbud, already guessing her reading time was over.

Chris leaned forward, that familiar smirk playing on his lips.

“No lunch today?”

She shook her head.

“Yeah, can’t blame you. The food here’s shit,” he laughed, nodding at her book. “Filling up on knowledge instead, I respect that. Always liked that about you. That drive. It’s kinda hot.”

Layla shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks warming despite herself.

He noticed and went for it.

“Actually, I came over to ask if you’d wanna go out tonight. Just us. Movie and something to eat?”

Something about the moment felt too familiar. Déjà vu. Then she saw Jake walk into the cafeteria, and suddenly it all made sense. Her stomach tightened.

She looked back at Chris, then stood up, collecting her things.

“No, thanks.”

And with that, she walked away.

Chris watched her walk away, rolling his eyes in irritation.

“Yo.”

He looked up to see Jake approaching.

Jake slid into the seat next to him, giving him a skeptical look.

“What was that about?”

Chris shrugged casually. “Just waiting on you guys,” he lied. “We skipping or what?”

The school day flew by, and before she knew it, Layla was making her way to the student parking lot. As she neared her car, she noticed someone hovering nearby.

She squinted, trying to make out the figure, then sighed. Jake. Of course.

Bracing herself, she took a deep breath and walked over.

“Hey, Salazar,” he said with a smirk. “Got a minute?”

She nodded, arms folding across her chest.

He notices her standoff and chuckles, walking slowly towards her.

“I never got a text back about that date,” Jake said, flashing that same easy smile. “Come on, Layla. Don’t leave me hanging.”

She stared at him, unimpressed. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Jake blinked. “What?”

“You and your buddies,” she snapped. “Is this some twisted bet? What, is Jesse going to ask me out next?”

His smile faded, brows drawing together in genuine confusion.

“Wait what? No. Layla, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, spare me. Chris pulled the same thing on me earlier,” she said, voice rising. “I’m not stupid. I don’t know what kind of game you’re all playing, but leave me out of it. I’m not some easy target. Now if you’ll excuse me—”

Without waiting for a response, she moved to the driver’s side, got in, and pulled out of the spot without a backward glance. Jake stood there, watching her go, a frown settling over his face.

After Jake got home, he couldn’t shake Layla’s words from his head. He didn’t bother confronting Chris. Partly because he hadn’t seen him after school, but mostly because the idea of any of his friends trying to hit on her made his blood boil.

He lay on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, thoughts churning, until Josh popped his head in.

“Hey. Sam and I are grabbing food. You coming?”

Jake didn’t move. “You paying?”

Josh let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, fine. Whatever.”

Jake got up, slipped on his shoes, and headed downstairs with his brothers. The three of them piled into Josh’s car and drove to their favorite burger spot. Once there, they joined the line to order.

“And curly fries, please.”

Jake froze. He knew that voice. Before he could be sure, she turned and confirmed it.

Layla.

Her eyes met his, widening in recognition. Without a word, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Jake let out a quiet sigh. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered.

Josh looked over. “Dude, we’re up next.”

“Just get me the usual,” Jake said, already moving.

“Layla!” he called. “Wait!”

She stopped with an exhale and turned to face him.

“Hey,” Jake said, catching up. “Can we talk?”

“Why?” she said, arms folding. “So you can try asking me out again? Is this still part of the bet you and your buddies made?”

Jake gave a crooked grin. “So… there’s still a chance?”

Her glare shut that down instantly.

“Kidding. I’m kidding. Relax.”

“You think this is funny?” she snapped. “I know about your reputation, Jake. It’s not a coincidence Chris used the exact same line you did.”

Jake shook his head. “Reputation? Come on, Salazar. I didn’t think you’d be one for gossip.”

That hit. Her expression flickered.

“Look,” he said, more serious now. “I didn’t know Chris was gonna ask you out. If I had, I wouldn’t have said a thing. I’d have stepped back.”

“Yo! Jake!”

They both turned. Josh and Sam were waving him over, food in hand.

Jake looked back at Layla. “You still haven’t answered me about that date,” he said, stepping in just a little closer, lowering his voice. “And yeah, I know Chris asked you. But I asked first.”

He gave her a small, confident smile, then backed away with a wink. “You’ve got my number.”

With that, Jake turned and walked off toward his brothers, leaving Layla standing there torn between rolling her eyes or smiling.

The moment she got home, Layla headed straight to her room and jumped on FaceTime with her two best friends.

“Layla,” Carmen said the second her face appeared on screen, “just go out with him already! It’s obvious this isn’t just some hookup thing.”

“Carmen,” Alexa cut in with a pointed look, “what she means is, it’s pretty clear Jake actually likes you. And honestly? You must like him too if you’re even thinking about this movie date.”

“I don’t even know him,” Layla groaned, flopping face-first onto her bed.

“Then get to know him,” Alexa said softly. “Yeah, Jake’s got a bit of a reputation, but that doesn’t mean he’s not worth a shot.”

“She’s right,” Carmen chimed in. “You’re eighteen, Layla. I get that your parents are strict, but at some point, you’ve gotta start doing things for you. It’s senior year. This is the last time we get to be reckless before adult life kicks in.”

That got a small laugh out of Layla.

“Seriously though,” Carmen added with a grin, “whatever you decide, we’ve got your back.”

“Thanks, guys,” Layla said quietly.

“Just keep us updated, okay?” Alexa smiled.

Layla nodded and ended the call.

Back on his side of town, Jake swung by home first before heading to Chris’s to grab his car. Then he took off, still seeing red.

He couldn’t quite explain why it got under his skin so bad that Chris had gone after Layla. Maybe it was because Chris was cut from the same cloth, same charm, same games. Maybe it was because Jake knew exactly how Chris operated: hit it, quit it, move on.

Or maybe… maybe it was because Layla wasn’t just some girl to him anymore.

Either way, Chris was about to hear it.

Jake pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and climbed out, slamming the car door hard enough to echo. As usual, Chris was posted up in the garage, drink in hand, feet kicked up like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Yo, Kiszka. What’s—”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jake barked, shoving him square in the chest.

Chris staggered back, stunned. “What the fuck?!” He shoved him right back.

“You asked out Layla?” Jake snapped.

A slow, smug grin spread across Chris’s face. “Yeah. My bad, bro. Didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Jake’s hands curled into fists.

Chris laughed, low and cold. “She’s just another name, man. Come on. We’ve shared girls before. What’s different about this one?”

Jake’s jaw tightened. This time, it was different. And Chris had no idea just how much.

Jake stepped in, closing the distance.

“You said it yourself. Layla’s different.”

Chris snorted. “So? They all want the same thing. One tap from the love stick, and she’s just like the rest.”

Jake shoved him. Hard.

“Back off.”

Chris caught himself, eyes flashing as he pushed back. “And if I don’t?”

Now they were chest to chest, breaths shallow, fists clenched. Jake had never felt this kind of rage before. It burned hot, fast, and unfiltered.

Chris let out a cold laugh. “Oh, shit. You care about her.” He dropped his voice, smug and venomous. “Westbrook High’s biggest player, finally caught feelings? That’s rich.”

“Fuck you.”

“And for Westbrook’s virgin, no less.”

Jake snapped.

“Fuck you!”

He lunged, tackling Chris to the ground. Fists flew. Each punch landed with purpose, with fury, with something Jake couldn’t even name. He wasn’t just fighting Chris.

He was making a point.

And he had no intention of stopping.

Jake didn’t let up, straddling Chris and throwing punch after punch. With one final hit, he grabbed Chris by the throat, grip tightening.

“Stay away from her,” he growled through clenched teeth.

Then he let go.

Jake stood, breathing hard, and walked off without another word. He climbed into his car, slamming the door behind him. Just as he reached for the ignition, his eyes landed on his phone sitting in the cup holder— buzzing with missed messages.

From Layla.

His heart jumped. He unlocked it quickly, thumb hovering for a second before opening her texts. A slow smile tugged at his lips.

He typed out a reply, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, and peeled out of the driveway.

Layla had devised an elaborate plan just to sneak out for this date with Jake. It seemed over the top to him, but he didn’t care. He was just glad she had finally agreed.

“Hey, ready?”

Layla nods, murmuring a quiet thank you as she climbs in and fastens her seatbelt. Jake jogs around to the driver’s side, slipping in quickly before starting the engine. The car hums to life, and soon they’re gliding through the quiet night. He steals a few glances at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“You look good, Layla.”

She blushes at the compliment, and that only encourages him. “No, seriously, really good.” He shifts slightly in his seat, his attention flicking between the road and her. Beyond her appearance, he can’t ignore how anxious she seems; her leg hasn’t stopped bouncing since she got in.

“Relax,” he says again, his tone soft.

Jake rolled up to the ticket booth at the drive-in. Layla stayed quiet, watching as he paid for two tickets and drove toward Screen 1.

Once he parked, Jake unbuckled his seatbelt. Layla followed suit. He turned slightly toward her, tilting his head toward the back.

“The back?”

She hesitated, eyes flicking to the rear seats as she watched him climb in. Her stomach turned. After a beat, she followed but slid in slowly, keeping a deliberate bit of space between them.

Jake let out a quiet laugh, and without hesitation, slid closer, closing the gap.

For a moment, the air between them went still.

Then, gently, Jake reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. His hand lingered, fingertips brushing along her jaw.

“Thanks for finally saying yes to a movie,” he said softly. His voice was low, almost a whisper but still carried that familiar cocky edge.

“Um… I have to be home by eight…” Layla murmured, her voice uncertain.

He nodded. “Eight. Got it.”

He didn’t pull away. If anything, he inched a little closer, his hand still resting lightly against her cheek.

Layla felt like her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest. The closeness. The quiet. The way Jake was looking at her like he was trying to figure her out without scaring her off.

His gaze dropped briefly to her lips, then back up to her eyes.

“The movie’s starting,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” he replied, just as quiet. “It is.”

And then he leaned in and kissed her.

Layla closed her eyes and kissed him back. She wasn’t exactly experienced, but this wasn’t unfamiliar territory not with Jake. She knew what to expect… or at least she thought she did.

Their lips moved slowly, in sync, as Jake pulled her closer by the back of her neck. His other hand slid to her waist, gently guiding her onto his lap.

A million thoughts spiraled through her mind. Was she doing it right? Could he tell this was only her second time? Was he expecting more than she was ready to give?

Her thoughts fractured the moment his lips trailed down to her neck, and his hand slipped lower, settling on her ass. Her breath caught quietly, anxiety tightening in her chest.

“Jake, I—” she started, voice unsteady.

But then his hand moved again, this time slipping beneath her skirt, his fingers hovering far too close.

“Mm?” he murmured against her skin, not stopping.

That’s when she reached down and gently grabbed his wrist.

He froze instantly.

Jake pulled back, eyes searching hers, waiting. He didn’t say anything right away, he just looked at her, really looked.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

Layla swallowed. “Yeah, I just… I don’t know…”

He didn’t need her to finish. He could see the nerves all over her face.

Jake slipped his hand out from beneath her skirt and placed it gently on her waist instead.

“Okay,” he said softly. “We don’t have to do anything.”

Layla nodded slowly, a wave of awkwardness settling over her.

“I didn’t mean to overstep with the kiss—” Jake started.

“No!” she cut in quickly. “You didn’t. It’s just…” She let out a breath. “That’s all that’s gonna happen. Just kissing.”

Jake felt the hit like a splash of cold water but kept his expression neutral.

“I’m not gonna be just another name on your list,” she added, her voice quieter but steady. “So if that’s all this is, then you can just—”

“No,” he interrupted, firm but calm. “Layla, that’s not what this is. I’m not just trying to hook up with you.”

He looked at her, earnest now.

“I want to get to know you,” Jake said, then added with a smirk, “and maybe let you take me for a ride.”

Layla gasped in mock shock, laughing as she lightly smacked his chest. Jake chuckled too, the tension between them finally breaking.

She was grateful for the joke. Grateful that he knew how to ease the moment without pushing.

“Come on,” he said, gently guiding her off his lap and back to the seat beside him. “Let’s actually watch the movie.”

Before she knew it, Layla was constantly lying to her parents just to spend time with Jake. What started as harmless hangouts had quickly turned into something far more complicated. Surprisingly, her parents hadn't caught on, which was a relief. Things with Jake were becoming serious, and the last thing she needed was for anyone, especially her parents to find out.

Jake's lips trailed eagerly down Layla's neck, his hand gripping her waist as he covered her skin in messy, heated kisses.

"And... we can't hang out... every week..." Layla struggled to speak through her shaky breaths. "My parents will get suspicious, and... that's the last thing I need."

Jake only responded with a muffled "Mhm," too focused on her to care.

"Jake, are you even listening to me?"

He let out a quiet groan but didn't lift his head. "Yes, baby," he mumbled against her neck, his lips never stopping.

“Maybe we should stop…” Layla whispered, hesitation creeping into her voice.

Jake didn’t budge. He tightened his arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place, his lips still grazing her neck.

“Someone’s going to see us.”

“Nobody’s gonna see us.” His voice was low, confident. “Everyone’s focused on the movie, and my car’s got tinted windows. We’re fine.”

Layla shifted slightly. “How are you so sure?”

Jake sighed, finally pulling back just enough to look at her, though his arm stayed locked around her. His eyes searched hers, steady and sure.

“Alright. We can stop… but you don’t want me to.” A smirk tugged at his lips.

Layla stayed silent. He was right, and they both knew it. She didn’t want him to stop, but a quiet fear lingered, afraid of how far he might take things.

Jake gazed down at her legs which he could tell she was clenching. He smirks, tilting his head slightly, his gaze locked on hers.

"Do you trust me?"

Slowly, she gave a small nod.

A satisfied grin spread across Jake's face. "Good girl..." he murmured.

His hand moved slowly, gliding up her thigh with deliberate intent. "Relax, baby. I got you..." he whispered, his voice smooth and steady.

His touch kept traveling until his hand slipped beneath her skirt. Layla let out a quiet gasp when his fingers pressed against her through the thin fabric of her underwear.

Jake's smirk deepened, his breath hitching slightly as desire pooled in his stomach.

“See? You don’t want me to stop, do you, baby?”

His fingers move slowly against her, eyes locked on her face. But she suddenly grabs his hand, stopping him. His brows knit in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared…”

“Scared?”

“I… I’m just nervous.”

Jake's expression softens as he processes what Layla is admitting, but he doesn't move his hand.

"Baby?" he murmurs.

"Mm?" Layla hums quietly, waiting for him to go on.

"Have you ever...?" His voice trails off.

Layla shakes her head.

"Not even by yourself?" he asks, softer this time.

Another shake of her head

A low groan slips from Jake's lips. Knowing she hadn't experienced anything-not even alone-stirred something deeper in him. It made him crave her more, but he knew he had to be patient. He wouldn't rush her.

"Can I?" he asks gently.

Layla stares at him, hesitation flickering in her eyes.

She's scared, overwhelmed.

"I promise it'll feel good, baby," Jake soothes. "I'll keep it over your underwear, okay?"

Layla ponders what he said for a bit before nodding slowly.

Slowly, his fingers begin to move, featherlight, coaxing a soft hitch in her breath.

"See? Just like this..." he whispers, tracing slow, careful circles, eyes never leaving her face. "How does that feel, baby?"

Layla's voice was barely audible. Her cheeks flushed, lips parted, she released soft breaths. Jake, captivated, quickened his fingers, with his free hand, he reached down to squeeze himself through his jeans, drawing Layla's gaze.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice breathless.

Jake didn't look away from her, his fingers still teasing her over her underwear while his other hand stayed on himself.

"Keep your focus on my fingers, baby... feels good, doesn't it? I can tell... God, you're so wet..."

A soft moan escaped Layla, but her eyes remained locked on Jake's hand at his growing bulge. Layla’s legs trembled slightly, a clear sign to Jake that she was close.

“You getting there, baby?” he asked softly, his eyes full of affection. He already knew the answer. The flush on her cheeks and the way her legs kept shaking said it all. He smirked.

“Just let go, baby. I’ve got you, my pretty girl…”

Layla teetered on the edge, her body tense and trembling. The urge to grab Jake’s hand and pull it away flickered through her mind, but the sensation was too intense. Unlike anything she’d ever felt. It was overwhelming in the best way.

Then, it dawns on her. She gasps dramatically, her hand flying to grip his wrist, which is still busy beneath her skirt.

"Jake... Jake, Jake ..”

A smirk tugs at Jake's lips as her voice trembles, his name falling from her mouth like a melody. "Just let it happen, baby," he murmurs, his fingers maintaining their rhythm. His gaze locks on her, so captivated by her reaction that he momentarily forgets where they are.

Layla's grip tightens, her body signaling that she's come down from her high. Jake finally stops, his hand resting against her.

"How was that?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.

Layla looks at him, still caught in the haze of bliss. Her breath catches as she watches him lift his fingers to his mouth, savoring the taste with deliberate confidence.

"Mm... just a preview of the real thing," he says with a wink, brushing a soft kiss against her cheek.

“The real thing? Jake, I’m not—“

”Relax, baby. We’ll take it slow. I promise.”

[ageofjoshua]

Josh Kiszka One Shot: Couch Confessions

Late!Teen Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Virgin!Josh x Virgin!Reader

During a quiet summer movie night, long-time best friends Josh and the reader find themselves unexpectedly turned on by an on-screen scene. A vulnerable conversation leads to a tender and nervous first time, full of trust, and curiosity.

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Warnings - 18+!!! sexual content, virginity loss, discussion of sex and sexual curiosity, mild language, light voyeuristic theme, unprotected environment

Disclaimer - excuse any errors!!! let me know if i missed any warnings!

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It was a warm summer night, the kind that wrapped around you like a blanket. You were at the Kiszka house for your annual movie night tradition, something you’d done every summer for as long as you could remember.

The house was unusually quiet, just the low hum of the TV echoing from the basement where the four of you sat.

The air conditioning didn’t reach that far down, so you’d dressed for the heat: denim shorts and a tank top, your skin glistening slightly in the sticky summer air.

You were curled up next to your best friend, Josh, while his brothers, Jake and Sam, lounged on the other couch, eyes glued to the screen— an exaggerated yawn coming out of Jake.

“I’m beat. I’m heading to bed,” Jake says, stretching as he gets up.

You glance up at him, frowning. “But the movie’s not even over yet.”

“Same,” Sam adds, already on his feet and following his older brother.

“Wait, what?” You blink, caught off guard.

“Don’t bother trying to reason with them,” Josh says from beside you, amused. “They went to a party last night and didn’t crawl back in till breakfast. I’m honestly surprised they made it this far.” He laughs under his breath. “They’re probably still hungover.”

“Shut up,” Jake mutters as he heads upstairs. “Goodnight.”

You watch the two brothers disappear, their footsteps fading.

Josh lets out a soft chuckle. “And then there were two.”

You chuckle and shake your head.

You and Josh carried on with movie night like usual. Some quiet commentary here and there, but mostly a comfortable silence settled between you.

Josh stifled a yawn, trying not to let it show. He didn’t want you thinking he was tired and deciding to call it a night. This wasn’t even his pick. He had voted for Valley of the Dolls, but the group went with House of Gucci. So here he was, bored out of his mind.

He was halfway through suppressing another yawn when a sudden moan from the screen cut through the room. His eyes snapped back to the TV and widened.

The characters had started having sex.

Suddenly, Josh was alert, sitting up straighter, shifting on the couch with a quick, awkward clear of his throat. The sounds, the way they touched. Yeah, it was getting to him.

His heart kicked up a notch when he felt that all-too-familiar tension in his jeans. Trying not to draw attention, he subtly adjusted himself and reached for a pillow only to glance over and notice the way your legs were pressed together.

He could tell by the way your chest subtly rose and fell that the scene was getting to you too. He felt like he should say something, anything just to cut the tension.

Josh cleared his throat.

“I don’t know how actors do this kind of stuff,” he said with an awkward chuckle, clearly nervous.

You turned to glance at him, giving a small nod.

“Yeah… I’d never be able to keep a straight face.”

He nodded back, lips twitching into a nervous smile before the silence settled again. The TV kept playing, the moans from the screen filling the room, making the air feel heavier. Josh struggled to focus, his mind scrambling for something, anything to say that might distract him from the growing pressure between his legs.

But then, you speak.

“Josh,” you say softly, and he turns toward you, grateful for the sound of your voice cutting through the thick silence.

You’re still sitting next to him on the couch, legs crossed, fingers nervously picking at the hem of your shirt. “This is kinda awkward to ask, but… have you ever .. you know ..”

Josh’s brows pull together in confusion.

You offer a small, knowing look and clarify, voice barely above a whisper.

“You know… it.”

Realization washes over his face.

“Oh.” He shifts again, suddenly more tense, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Um… no. No, I haven’t.”

You nod, the quiet stretching for a beat before you speak again.

“Do you ever wonder what it’s actually like?”

Josh swallows hard, glancing at the screen, then back at you. “What what’s like?”

You shoot him a look, half embarrassed, half amused. “Sex, Josh.”

His ears go red. “Oh. Right. Uh… yeah. I mean, obviously. Doesn’t everyone?”

You nod, looking down for a second before meeting his eyes again. “Have you ever thought about… doing it? Like, for real?”

He shifts uncomfortably, not sure where this is going but suddenly hyper-aware of how close the two of you are on the couch. “Yeah… I have. Just… not with anyone specific.”

Your lips twitch. “Yeah … me neither.”

“Wait—” He straightens up, inching a little closer to you on the couch, still subtly trying to hide the erection in his jeans. “You’ve… never?”

You shake your head, and he nods slowly, something easing in his chest. The embarrassment that had been gnawing at him starts to fade, replaced by a quiet sense of comfort.

But before he can say anything, you hit him with something he doesn’t expect.

“Have you ever thought about… doing it with me?”

Josh blinks, taken aback. His heart stumbles in his chest. “Wait… you?”

You shrug, cheeks flushed but your voice is steady now. “I mean, we’re best friends. We talk about everything. I’ve just… thought about it. A couple times.”

Josh doesn’t speak right away, his brain still catching up, but when he does, his voice is quiet. “I’ve thought about it too. More than a couple times.”

There’s a pause, the kind that feels like a question without needing to be spoken aloud.

“I know we’re both… new to it,” you add, eyes locked on his. “But if it’s ever gonna be with someone, I want it to be someone I trust. Someone I feel safe with.”

Josh’s breath catches. “You trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

He leans in a little, his voice barely above a whisper. “Then… do you want to?”

You hesitated.

This was a line, one you weren’t sure you could uncross. Your heart was racing, nerves twisted up in your chest, but that scene from the movie had stirred something in you, something you didn’t want to ignore. So, with a slow breath and an even slower nod, you answered.

“I do.”

Josh let out a shaky breath of his own, only now realizing how tense he was.

“Okay,” he said softly.

He shifted a little closer to you on the couch, hands resting awkwardly in his lap. The silence between you stretched, thick with anticipation, until your hand, trembling just slightly, reached for his. You guided it to your waist, placing it there gently.

Josh stiffened, eyes wide, hardly daring to move. This felt surreal. He wanted it. God, he wanted it but he didn’t know what to do. His voice had all but vanished.

“Maybe we should… start by kissing first,” you offered, your voice quiet but steady enough to pull him out of his daze.

He blinked, then nodded quickly. “Oh. Yeah… yeah, that’s a good idea.”

You gave a small nod and leaned in, heart pounding. Josh met you halfway, and finally, your lips touched.

At first, it was a little awkward, hesitant and unsure, nerves clearly getting the best of both of you. But as the seconds passed, that awkwardness melted into something softer, warmer. The kiss deepened, turning into kissing, and soon you found a rhythm that felt right.

Josh’s hand tightened on your hip, pulling you in until your chest pressed fully against his. The heat between you grew fast, the kiss quickly becoming more than just curious. You could already feel the effect it was having on you, on him too, the growing bulge in his pants pressing against you, undeniable and only getting harder the longer his lips stayed on yours.

“Can I take your clothes off?” Josh asked, breathless, his lips just barely brushing yours.

You nodded, and his hands moved immediately, a mix of eagerness and nerves in every motion. He fumbled with the button of your shorts, fingers shaking slightly, and that’s when it hit you. You were still in the basement.

“Josh,” you whispered, glancing toward the stairs, “what if someone comes down?”

“They won’t,” he murmured, eyes focused as he tugged at your shorts. “Jake and Sam are heavy sleepers… and my parents’ room is on the other side of the house. Just— lift your hips.”

You did as he asked, and he slid your shorts down and off in one swift movement. Next was your tank top, which he pulled over your head and tossed aside without hesitation.

Now you sat in just your bra and underwear, heart pounding in your chest, and Josh just stared for a moment. Completely entranced.

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath.

He quickly stripped off his own clothes, and by the time he was down to his boxers, they were visibly stretched. His erection pressing hard against the fabric, a small, dark spot forming from the pre-cum.

“Wait,” Josh said suddenly, standing up and heading over to the TV stand. You watched as he rummaged through a drawer, then pulled out a small, foil packet.

He returned to the couch and sat down beside you, closer this time.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Jake,” he explained simply.

You nodded in understanding.

“Lie down,” he said gently.

You did, shifting until you were flat on your back against the couch. It was a tight fit, but neither of you cared. The tension was too thick, the want too overwhelming.

His hand found your knee, fingers hesitant but warm, a silent question. You gave a soft nod.

He carefully parted your legs, moving to settle between them. His eyes immediately dropped to the damp fabric clinging to your folds, and the sight made his cock twitch in his boxers.

With a shaky breath, his hand trailed slowly down your thigh, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, voice low and laced with need.

You nodded, breath catching in your throat.

Josh’s hand moved slowly, cautiously, as he trailed a single finger down your clothed slit. The contact was light, but it pulled a soft gasp from your lips.

He swallowed hard, holding back the sounds threatening to escape him. This all still felt unreal. He did it again, dragging his finger down once more before gently tugging your underwear to the side, revealing your soaked, glistening core.

A quiet whimper slipped out of him. He couldn’t help it. His other hand moved to the bulge in his boxers, giving himself a few slow strokes through the fabric, just to keep himself grounded. But it wasn’t enough.

After a moment, he began to tug his boxers down. You sat up, breath shaky, and slid off your underwear as well. Then your bra. Everything dropped to the floor without hesitation.

Josh ripped the condom open with his teeth, hands fumbling slightly from how eager he was. He rolled it on, chest rising and falling faster as he shifted into position between your legs.

His eyes dropped briefly to where your bodies would soon meet, then flicked up to yours.

“You ready?”

You nodded, voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

“Ready.”

He nodded, exhaling slowly before beginning to press into you, slow and careful.

You both released soft, shaky breaths at the feeling. The stretch was new, unfamiliar, and Josh was doing everything he could not to lose control. He wasn’t even halfway in, and already the sensation was overwhelming.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath, jaw clenched.

Your hands instinctively found his wrists, grounding yourself as your body adjusted to the pressure. He eased in a little more, but his hips stuttered forward unexpectedly, bottoming out in a sudden, breathless thrust.

Josh dropped his head into the crook of your neck, panting, trying to keep himself together.

It didn’t exactly feel good yet. There was pressure, tightness, and a dull ache. You stayed still, focusing on your breathing, giving yourself time.

After a moment, you whispered, “Okay… you can move.”

Josh let out a strained sound. “Just— give me a second…”

You blinked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice tight. “It’s just… I need a second.”

There was a beat of silence before he added, voice barely audible:

“Jesus— I think I’m gonna come.”

“You haven’t even started yet,” you said with a breathless laugh.

“I know,” Josh replied, lifting his head to look at you, eyes wide with awe. “You just… feel too good.”

You chuckled softly, and he mirrored it, though his was laced with disbelief.

“I’m not gonna last,” he admitted, half-laughing. “I’ll be lucky to get in two, maybe three solid thrusts.”

You giggled, the tension between you easing just a bit.

“Okay,” he said, more serious now. “I’m gonna start. Tell me if it hurts, alright?”

You nodded, bracing yourself as he took a steadying breath. He pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, slow and careful.

His pace stayed gentle, intentional. Not just for your comfort, but to help him hold on. He could still see the tightness in your face, the discomfort not fully gone, and he didn’t want to rush you.

“Fuck,” he whimpered under his breath. “You feel incredible. This is… incredible.”

Your grip on his wrists loosened as the ache slowly faded. And then—

“Oh, shit,” you moaned softly, the pleasure finally starting to bloom.

Josh’s eyes snapped up to yours. “Yeah? That feel good?”

“Oh my god, Josh…” you moaned again, voice dripping with pleasure and that was all it took.

“Shit! Y/n! I’m coming!” His thrusts faltered, growing quick and messy as he spilled into the condom with a choked groan.

A few more shallow thrusts, and then he stilled, collapsing onto you with a soft exhale, both of you breathless and wide-eyed.

He eventually lifted his head, cheeks flushed. “Fuck. How was that?”

You smiled up at him, still catching your breath.

“It was great.”

Josh scoffed, laughing lightly. “‘Great,’ she says.” He grinned. “It was amazing.”

You giggled, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek, still smiling.

“I promise I’ll last longer next time. Hopefully,” Josh said with a sheepish grin.

“Next time?” you teased, raising a brow.

He smiled, softer now. “Yeah… next time.”

Your lips curved into a small smile of your own.

“Okay, I’m gonna pull out,” he said gently.

You nodded, flinching slightly as he eased out of you. You stayed lying down, catching your breath while he carefully removed the condom, tied it, and disappeared briefly to toss it in the trash.

When he returned, he sat beside you again and helped you sit up, handing you your scattered clothes from the floor.

“Jake and Sam have another party tomorrow night,” he said casually, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

He looked at you, eyes hopeful.

“Same time tomorrow?”

[ageofjoshua]

Josh Kiszka One Shot: In My Veins

Josh tries to be patient while you focus on your weekend cleaning spree but his desire for you boils over fast.

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Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Inspiration - In My Veins by Jesse McCartney

Warnings - explicit sexual content (18+), oral sex (f receiving), masterbation, orgasm control, possessive behavior, mild dom/sub dynamics, slight voyeuristic elements

Disclaimer - excuse any errors and please let me know if i missed any warnings!!

MasterPost

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You’d been ignoring Josh all day, too caught up in your weekend cleaning spree. The two of you had been holed up at home, supposedly resting, but you had other plans. You started in the bedroom, moved on to the bathroom, and now you were elbows-deep in the kitchen.

Josh chipped in here and there, but mostly stayed out of your way.

He’d been quietly watching you from the living room, stretched out with his feet propped on the coffee table. You moved around the kitchen with ease, wiping down the counters, humming along to the music playing in the background.

Josh always loved seeing you like this. Completely in your element… but today, there was a flicker of frustration beneath the admiration.

When it came to you, he was insatiable. No matter how often you were together, it was never enough. You had a healthy, active sex life, but with you, Josh always craved more.

Ever since the first time you had sex, he’d been hooked. You were his addiction. Something he needed daily, craved constantly. It was like a drug, and he couldn’t go a day without a fix. You had completely consumed him.

His eyes lingered on your body, completely fixated on the way your shorts hugged your ass and how your tank top framed every curve just right. He shifted on the couch, letting out a low groan as his sweats suddenly felt tighter.

Then you bent over, giving him an unobstructed view and that was it.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hand instinctively moving to adjust himself, giving a few slow squeezes through the fabric in a desperate attempt to ease the growing tension.

With a steady breath, he let go of himself and pushed up from the couch, making his way toward you.

“Hey.”

You straightened up with a small jolt of surprise as his arms slipped around your waist from behind, pulling you gently into him.

“You’ve been at it all morning,” he murmured. “Why don’t you take a break, baby?”

“I’m almost done…” you replied, but the way your body instinctively softened in his arms said otherwise.

“Come on, Y/n,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your neck as he pressed a few slow kisses to your skin. “Just come lay with me on the couch for a bit…”

You hesitated.

Once you got in the zone, it was hard to stop. You needed to power through the whole house or risk losing momentum and you knew once you sat down, the odds of getting back up were slim. But Josh was persuasive… and truthfully, you were tired.

“Alright, fine,” you sighed, dropping the rag onto the counter. “But just for a few minutes.”

Josh grinned, pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, then let go of your waist to take your hand, gently leading you into the living room. He waited for you to sink onto the couch before settling between your legs, his head finding a comfortable spot on your stomach.

You laughed softly, your fingers automatically finding their way into his curls.

“Needed this,” he mumbled, nuzzling into you.

“Did you now?” you teased.

He nodded, eyes closed, completely content.

“You could’ve helped, you know.”

“What? And have you yell at me again to ‘get the hell out of your way’?” he said, smirking.

You let out a quiet laugh, already forgetting the mess behind you.

“Besides…” he murmured, lifting his head slightly as his fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up just enough to press a kiss to your stomach. “I like watching you.”

You eyed him cautiously as he continued kissing along your skin, his hand drifting toward the waistband of your shorts.

“Okay, no,” you said firmly, though your voice was already losing conviction. “We are not doing this. I still have to finish the kitchen, clean up in here, and I’ve got another load of laundry waiting.”

“Mm, yeah, that’s cute,” he muttered, clearly unfazed as he tugged your shorts down your legs and slipped them off completely.

He settled back between your legs, lying comfortably on his stomach, his fingertips slowly tracing along the inside of your thighs before gently nudging one aside to open you up just enough.

“Josh—”

He leaned in and pressed a warm, deliberate kiss to your clothed center, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. Then he pulled back just slightly, eyes flicking up to yours as his fingers traced over your folds through the thin fabric of your underwear watching your face, waiting for your reaction.

Your breath hitched, unsteady as Josh continued to drag his fingers slowly up and down, spreading your arousal through the fabric until it clung to you. When he finally seemed satisfied, he slipped his fingers away and peeled your panties down, discarding them without a word.

His eyes dropped to your bare, glistening center. Locked in, hungry, like a predator watching its prey. You held your breath, heart racing as he looked up at you, then slowly lowered his head again.

He pressed a long, deliberate kiss to your core, lips warm and soft against the most sensitive part of you.

Your legs instinctively tried to close around him, but he was already bracing himself, holding position as he lingered just a moment longer then pulled back, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You’re such a tease…” you whisper, breathless.

Josh just smirks. “Been wanting to kiss you all day.” He taps your thigh gently. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

You obey without hesitation, parting yourself open just for him.

He leans in, lips brushing your inner thigh as he works his way up slow, deliberate, making you shiver with every kiss he places along your skin. He lingers at the edges, kissing everywhere but where you need him most, keeping eye contact the entire time.

Then, finally, he dips his head between your legs.

His tongue finds your clit instantly, flicking against it with purpose, and his eyes flutter shut, rolling back slightly as he tastes you. Your back arches from the couch at the first wave of pleasure, a moan tearing from your throat as your hand flies to the back of his head, fingers threading through his curls to hold him there.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe out, voice trembling.

Josh moaned into your core, tongue working desperately as if trying to memorize every inch of your taste. The wet, hungry sounds of his mouth only made the heat in your belly burn hotter.

“Shit,” you gasped, your eyes locked on him. “Just like that, Josh.”

He pulled away for just a second, a thin string of arousal still connecting his lips to your center. Then he gave one slow, almost aggressive kitten lick that made your hips jolt before diving right back in.

You whimpered as the coarse hairs of his mustache brushed against your sensitive skin, sending another jolt of pleasure through you. Your feet lifted, toes curling as your thighs tensed around his head.

Then he started to shake his head side to side, tongue relentless, and you cried out, clutching his curls tightly to keep him there.

“Josh! Josh! I’m not gonna last!” you moaned, voice breaking under the intensity.

He wasn’t far behind.

Just the act of pleasing you had him on the edge, his arousal pulsing with every sound that fell from your lips. Josh lifted a hand to your stomach, pressing it down gently for leverage as he sealed his mouth over your clit and began to suck. Hard.

“Fuck!” you cried out, voice breaking as you tipped over the edge.

Your free hand scrambled for his, guiding it up under your shirt and into your bra. He didn’t need instructions. His fingers found your nipple instantly, rolling and pinching it in rhythm with his mouth.

“I’m gonna come…” you panted, breath ragged. “I’m gonna come…”

Josh moaned into you again, tongue and lips still working you over as if he could pull your orgasm straight from your soul.

Your thighs trembled, clenching tight around his head as the pleasure built to a breaking point. He didn’t stop, if anything, he grew more desperate, letting out a deep, guttural grunt against your core, his hips instinctively bucking into the couch as he kept devouring you.

“Fuck! Josh! I’m coming!” you cried out, both hands buried in his hair as you rocked your hips against his mouth, chasing every last wave of pleasure.

Josh closed his eyes, completely lost in the moment, loving the way you used him to ride out your high.

Your hips gave one final, desperate jerk before you collapsed back against the couch, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You let go of his head, and he slowly pulled back, his face glistening with your release, completely wrecked and somehow still beautiful. It was easily the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“Come here,” you whispered.

Josh didn’t hesitate, crawling up over you and pressing his mouth to yours in a needy, breath-stealing kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the moan it pulled from your throat was immediate.

Your hand drifted down his torso, slow and purposeful, until it reached the bulge in his sweats. You broke the kiss and pulled your hand back, fingers wet.

“Did you—?”

“Yeah,” Josh breathed, lifting himself slightly so you both could see the dark, damp spot on his gray sweats. “Yeah, I did.”

You held his gaze as you brought your slick fingers to your lips, slipping them into your mouth and slowly sucking off the traces of his release.

Josh let out a deep, guttural groan and dropped his head into the curve of your neck, giving you a playful, frustrated bite.

“You’re seriously gonna be the death of me.”

[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach: Prologue

Late Teen!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Character

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Layla prepares for her first day of senior year, determined to make her parents proud but as the school year progresses, she becomes intrigued by Jake, a charming yet reckless boy with a reputation.

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Warnings - parental pressure, emotional conflict, teenage anxiety, intimacy issues

Disclaimer - please excuse any errors and let me know if any warnings were missed!!

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“Layla?! Hurry up or you’ll be late for school!”

Layla hummed quietly as she applied another soft swipe of blush to her cheeks. She set the brush down, staring at her reflection. It was the first day of school and she knew the standard her parents — Jack and Lily, held for her academically. They had always held her to high standards, hoping she’d follow in their successful footsteps.

“Coming!” she called back, grabbing her backpack and heading downstairs.

“There she is,” Jack said proudly as she descended. “My little girl. Just look at you.”

Lily chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“Let me take a good look,” Jack said, stepping closer.

“Dad,” Layla laughed shyly. “It’s not like I’m getting married. It’s just senior year.”

“A very important year.”

“You say that every year.”

“Because it is,” he replied, setting his coffee mug down on the table. “This is the year colleges start sending out acceptance letters.”

“Oh, come on, Jack,” Lily cut in gently. “Layla has been a straight A student since middle school. Give her a little breathing room.”

“We didn’t get where we are by taking it easy,” Jack replied firmly. “We got here by working hard. By aiming high.”

Layla stayed quiet, watching them go back and forth. She was used to this.

“But you know that already, right, pumpkin? Top of your class. Smart as a whip. That’s my girl.”

Layla smiled softly at his words. Being an only child meant the pressure was always on but she’d take it. Their pride in her meant everything.

“Now,” Jack said, stepping in front of her, adjusting his belt, “remember the rules: no parties, no ditching, no boyfriend.”

Layla nodded, holding back a sigh. Same rules, every year.

“Parties lead to drinking. Drinking leads to slipping grades. Ditching? Missed work. Failure. And boyfriends…” He narrowed his eyes. “Boys want one thing.”

“Jack…” Lily warned.

“…which leads to problems,” he finished, ignoring her. “Big problems. The kind my daughter won’t be dealing with.”

Layla understood what he meant. He didn’t need to spell it out. With all the boundaries they’d set, she hadn’t even had her first kiss… let alone anything beyond that.

“Got it,” she said with a nod.

With that, they sent her off to school.

The first half of the school year went by without a hitch. Layla kept her head down, stayed on top of her classes, followed her parents’ rules, and kept mostly to herself. She made a few friends, but kept things simple. Quiet. Safe.

That is until he came along.

“You and Jake?!”

Layla had just walked into the girls’ bathroom when she heard them. Three girls standing at the mirror, chatting loudly. She didn’t engage. Just slipped into a stall and closed the door behind her.

“Wasn’t he just with Olivia?”

“Please. That’s over.”

Layla tried to ignore them as she went about her business, but their voices carried through the tiled walls.

“I’m telling you, Jake and I are together. Like, together together.”

A round of giggles followed then a sudden hush.

When Layla stepped out a few minutes later, she didn’t say a word. She washed her hands and walked out, heading to her last class of the day.

“Come on, Jakey.”

She heard the voice before she saw them. The same girl from the bathroom. Layla moved past her and Jake quietly, heading to her seat. But she could feel his eyes on her.

“Jake!” Jasmine whined.

“What, Jasmine?” he muttered, already sounding fed up.

“It’ll be fun. And if you say yes…” she leaned in, voice dropping, “we can have sex after.”

Layla heard that too. Whispered or not, she caught every word.

“Raw?”

“Mhm,” Jasmine added with a grin.

Jake paused for a moment, then smirked. Before he could respond, the bell rang.

Jasmine stood, pressed a slow kiss to his lips, and sauntered out of the room. Jake watched her leave, then made his way to his seat right next to Layla. And once again, his eyes lingered just a little too long.

Class ended like any other day. Jake lingered, taking his time packing up just so he could watch Layla as she made her way out. A slow grin tugged at his lips. Eventually, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and strolled out.

At the student parking lot, his friends were already waiting.

“Yo, Kiszka,” Chris called out, dapping him up. “We still on for tonight?”

Jake shrugged. “Gotta deal with some dumb thing with Jasmine.”

At the sound of her name, the group erupted— whistling and barking in typical fashion. Jake rolled his eyes and flipped them off.

“Damn, didn’t know you were locked down,” one of them joked.

“I’m not,” Jake said flatly.

“Then why waste time with the biggest slut in school?”

Jake smirked. “Exactly why. Gotta get my nut somehow.”

The group cracked up, cheering and nudging him, right as Layla stepped out of the building.

Jake spotted her immediately and so did Chris.

“Well, well,” Chris said with a grin. “Looks like Kiszka just found his next victim.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Fuck off.”

Chris laughed, slinging an arm around Jake’s shoulders. “Good luck, man. Layla Salazar? She wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. She’s the picture-perfect good girl. Follows all the rules, does what mommy and daddy say.”

Jake barely heard him. His eyes were fixed on her. There was something different about Layla. Something he hadn’t noticed before. Maybe he’d been too distracted by Jasmine, or maybe he just hadn’t been paying close enough attention.

But now?

Now he was.

And whatever it took— he was going to make it happen.

The next day in history class, Jake made sure to arrive early. He lounged in his seat, pretending to scroll through his phone while keeping an eye on the door.

When Layla walked in and took her usual spot, he glanced up briefly, watching her settle in. Class began like normal, the teacher eventually assigning quiet individual work before the bell.

Jake glanced over. She was completely locked in, eyes on her paper, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. He shifted in his seat, then leaned a little closer.

“Hey.”

Layla looked up, startled. Her eyes widened slightly. She hadn’t expected him to speak to her.

“I lost my pencil,” he said casually. “Mind if I borrow one?”

It took her a second to respond. Wordlessly, she reached into her backpack, pulled out an extra pencil, and handed it to him. His fingers brushed hers as he took it.

“Thanks,” he said, flashing a small smirk. “I’m Jake.”

“Layla,” she answered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake subtly slid his chair a little closer to hers.

“You think you could help me with the assignment?” he asked, lowering his voice just enough to sound casual. “I’m kinda lost.”

Layla paused, uncertain.

She wasn’t naive. She knew exactly who Jake Kiszka was. His reputation followed him like a shadow: charming, reckless, a heartbreaker. She hadn’t forgotten the way he’d flirted with Jasmine just yesterday, either.

Still, there was something about him that made her pause.

Jake was undeniably attractive. Anyone could see that. But Layla had been warned about boys like him. Her parents had said it more than once. Even a few teachers had hinted as much.

She knew better.

And yet… a part of her stayed curious.

Jake had started talking to her almost every day in class. Well, on the days he actually bothered to show up. Even if it was just small talk. Asking for a pencil, a sheet of paper, he always found a way to say something.

“Hey! Layla!”

She turned at the sound of his voice. Jake was heading her way, hands stuffed in his pockets. She was standing near the front of the school, waiting for her dad.

“Waiting on someone?” he asked, stopping in front of her.

She nodded. “My dad.”

He gave a crooked smirk. “I wanted to invite you to this party my boy Chris is throwing this weekend. Music, food, drinks, it’ll be fun. You should come. I’ll pick you up and take you home.”

Layla shifted awkwardly. “Um… no thanks. I can’t.”

Jake tried not to show his disappointment. He gave a small nod, brushing it off.

“Alright… what about a movie then?” he asked, more casually this time. “There’s a drive-in downtown. Could be chill.”

“Um ..”

“Come on, Layla,” he said, stepping in just a little closer. “It’ll be fun. You and me, drive-in tomorrow night. 7:15. What do you say?”

Layla looked at him, unsure… but said nothing.

Jake waited for an answer.

It never came.

The weekend arrived, and Layla was just getting home after spending the afternoon helping out at her church.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey, Mom,” Layla said as she stepped into the kitchen.

“How was church?”

“It was fine,” she nodded. “Where’s Dad?”

“Last-minute work trip. You just missed him.”

Layla nodded again, her fingers absentmindedly tapping against the counter.

Her mind was elsewhere, still caught on Jake’s invitation. The idea of going to the movies with him made her stomach flutter with nerves. Alone. With him. It felt exciting… and terrifying.

“You okay, honey?”

Her mom’s voice snapped her back to the moment.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine,” she said quickly, clearing her throat. “Actually, um… I wanted to ask you something.”

Lily nodded, still focused on chopping vegetables.

“I got invited to a movie tonight. With a friend.”

Her mother didn’t look up. “What friend?”

“A friend from history class.”

Lily gave a small nod, still listening.

“Can I go?”

This time, she paused, glancing up at Layla. “What’s this friend’s name?”

Layla hesitated.

She’d never lied to her parents before— not once. And she knew she could tell her mom anything. But she also knew exactly how she’d react if she found out it was a boy. Especially that boy.

And now, she was stuck between the truth… and her first secret.

“Carmen,” Layla blurted before she even had time to think.

Lily nodded without suspicion. “Alright, sweetie. Around what time are you heading out?”

“Um… around 7:15.”

Her mom smiled. “Sounds fine to me.”

Layla gave a quick nod. “Thanks,” she mumbled, before turning and heading up the stairs to her room.

The guilt hit her as soon as she closed the door.

She didn’t know why she’d lied, why she hadn’t just told her mom the truth. It wasn’t like her. She had never lied to her parents before, and now the nerves were piling up even higher than before.

Across town, Jake was sprawled out on his bed, lips locked with whatever girl he’d managed to pull that afternoon. His hands roamed freely, slipping under the waistband of her jeans, coaxing a soft moan from her lips— whoever she was.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He ignored it, mouth trailing to her neck, fingers moving in slow, practiced circles.

Another buzz.

Still, he didn’t move.

Then another buzz.

“Shit,” Jake muttered under his breath, pulling away in frustration. “Don’t move.”

He slipped his hand from her jeans and grabbed his phone off the nightstand.

It was Instagram, notifications from Layla.

He scanned the messages, making sure he wasn’t imagining it. His smirk widened. Without hesitation, he tapped out a quick reply, set the phone down, and got up from the bed, heading straight to his dresser.

The girl propped herself up on her elbows, confused. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving,” Jake said flatly, not even glancing her way. “Got something to take care of with my brothers. You can let yourself out.”

“But—”

He didn’t wait for the rest. He disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

By seven o’clock, Jake pulled up in front of her house.

“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, eyes widening at the sight of the place. It was… big. Clean. Put-together. Nothing like the chaos he was used to.

Before he could linger on the thought, the front door opened and there she was.

He quickly unbuckled, stepped out of the car, and rounded to the passenger side to wait for her.

Layla descended the steps in a soft baby pink dress, a light sweater layered over it, and a small purse in her hand. She looked… stunning. Sweet and effortless.

Jake’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” Layla said, offering a nervous smile.

“You look good.”

A blush crept across her cheeks as she looked down for a second, then back up at him.

“Ready to go?”

She nodded. Jake opened the door for her, then circled back to the driver’s side. He slid in, started the engine, and pulled away from the curb.

The car ride was quiet, filled with the low hum of the engine and the occasional glance from Jake. He noticed how stiff she was, her knee bouncing rapidly with nerves.

He smirked, reached over, and gently placed a hand on her leg.

“Relax,” he said smoothly, his voice low and confident.

Soon, Jake was pulling into the drive-in lot. He paid for the tickets at the front, then cruised toward the designated screen and parked the car in a good spot. The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the windshield.

He exhaled, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Thanks for coming with me,” he said, flashing her a grin as his eyes slowly roamed over her. “Seriously, Layla… you look amazing.”

Layla shifted in her seat, glancing away, her fingers fidgeting in her lap.

Jake leaned toward the center console, casually opening it. His fingers slipped inside, fishing out a condom— which he quietly shoved into his pocket. He cleared his throat like nothing had happened.

“Wanna move to the back?” he asked casually. “Better view. Way more comfortable.”

“Um… okay,” she said softly.

They climbed out of the front and settled into the back seats. Layla sat near the edge, intentionally leaving space between them, something Jake immediately noticed.

“You want anything from the concession stand?” he asked.

She shook her head, her eyes focused on the screen ahead.

The movie started soon after, but Jake quickly lost interest in it. Barely halfway in, he shifted his focus entirely to her.

Casually, he stretched his arm along the back of the seat, then let it drop gently around her shoulders, pulling her a little closer.

Layla stiffened, fingers anxiously twisting the hem of her dress. Her body gave away everything her silence didn’t.

Jake didn’t seem to care. With the same arm, he reached for her chin, tilting her face toward his and without giving her a chance to process it, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Layla froze.

Her heart pounded as Jake deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She tried to follow his lead, but it felt clumsy, unfamiliar. She had no idea what she was doing, and the growing pressure in her chest only made it harder to breathe.

Jake’s hands slid to her waist, pulling her in closer, their lips still awkwardly moving against each other. If he noticed, he didn’t show it.

“Sit on it,” he muttered suddenly, breath hot against her neck as he moved his lips down to her skin.

Layla’s eyes widened. “What?” she whispered.

“Sit on it,” he said again, more firmly. “Come on, baby… take it.”

And just like that, the haze cracked.

A sharp wave of panic surged through her. The excitement she’d felt earlier was drowned out by a heavy knot of nerves and guilt. This wasn’t right. Not for her.

“Jake, wait. I… I can’t.”

She pushed his hands off her and pulled away, breath shaky.

“I can’t do this.”

Without another word, she climbed out of the car, her shoes hitting the gravel as she rushed a few steps away.

“Layla— damn it. Wait!” Jake stumbled out after her, caughting up and grabbing her wrist, spinning her around. “I’m sorry, alright? We don’t have to do anything.”

“No,” she said firmly, shaking her head as she yanked her arm back. “This is my fault. I lied to my mom about who I was with… and this- this is what I get. I’m being punished for lying.”

Jake stood there, caught between confusion, frustration, and something almost like regret.

“Okay,” he finally said, voice low. “Just… let me drive you home.”

“No,” she repeated, stepping away from him. “No. Thank you.”

And with that, she turned and walked off into the dark, leaving Jake standing there, speechless.

Jake didn’t bother staying for the rest of the movie, there was no point. Instead, he met up with Chris and the rest of the guys, loitering in Chris’s garage, where they passed around warm cans of his dad’s stolen beer.

Laughter echoed off the concrete walls, the group deep in conversation, but Jake wasn’t really there.

His mind kept replaying what happened. Or didn’t happen.

That had never happened before.

She looked… scared. Genuinely uncomfortable. And for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, that sat wrong with him. An unfamiliar feeling crept in. Something like guilt. He’d pushed it, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about the way she pulled away.

“Yo! Kiszka!” Chris’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Jake blinked, glancing up.

“Dude, what’s going on with you?” Chris chuckled. “We’ve been calling your name for like three minutes.”

Jake shrugged and took a sip of beer.

“What? Trouble in girl town?” Chris teased. “Don’t tell me Jasmine didn’t put out.”

Jesse scoffed. “Please. Like Jasmine would ever turn down a fucking.”

The group erupted in laughter, but Chris’s eyes stayed on Jake.

“Seriously, man. You good? What’s going on?”

Jake exhaled, rolling the beer can between his palms before leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

“Has a girl ever… stopped you?” he asked quietly. “Like, when things started getting heated?”

Chris raised an eyebrow, his face shifting from confused to amused.

“No way,” he laughed. “No way. Ladies’ man Jake Kiszka got turned down? Oh, this is going in the books.”

“Shut up.” Jake muttered, nudging him with his shoulder, clearly not in the mood.

“Who was it?” Kevin asked, curiosity piqued.

Jake hesitated, then huffed. “Layla.”

Chris’s eyes went wide. “Layla Salazar?” He let out a loud laugh. “Bro, I told you. That girl’s a saint. Probably still has a curfew. You really thought you had a shot?”

Jake scowled, but didn’t respond.

Chris snorted, walking off to grab another beer. “Look, man. Don’t let it mess with your head. Girls like that? They’ll drive you crazy. Not worth your time.”

But it didn’t feel that simple, not anymore.

Maybe at first it was just a game. Just another girl.

But now, all he could think about was the look on her face when she pulled away.

“You’re right,” Jake muttered, finishing his beer and setting the empty can down. “She’s not worth it.”

[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach - MasterPost (revised)

Late!Teen JakeKiszka x Fem!Character

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When an unplanned pregnancy threatens to unravel everything, Layla and Jake are forced to navigate the pressures of young love, secrecy, and the daunting reality of becoming teen parents. As they struggle to keep their relationship hidden while preparing for a future neither of them expected, they'll have to decide if love is enough to defy the odds-or if the weight of their choices will tear them apart.

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Warnings - 18+!!! teen pregnancy, smut, parental control, arguing, strong language

Disclaimer - all fiction! fake everything, not based off real life events.

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Chapter List:

Prologue: Chapter One

Prologue: Chapter Two

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

[ageofjoshua]

Hey friends! 💙 After some re-reading and reflection, I’ve decided to put Papa Don’t Preach on a short pause.

I feel like the story moved a little too fast and lost focus along the way 🥲 — so I’ll be rewriting a few chapters to tighten things up, improve the pacing, and make some changes where needed.

Thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve shown this fic so far! I hope you’ll enjoy the refreshed chapters once they’re up. Stay tuned! 🫶🏼✨

Xoxo

[ageofjoshua]

Papa Don’t Preach: Chapter 17

Late!Teen Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

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Layla visits Jake’s house for the first time to meet his parents, nervous but welcomed warmly. Under the guise of studying, the two retreat to Jake’s room, where their relationship turns intimate, and Layla loses her virginity. Afterward, the emotional weight of the moment sets in. Later, with Layla now pregnant, the couple reflects on that pivotal day, expressing love and commitment as they prepare for the future and the arrival of their baby.

Warnings - 18+!!!! unprotected sex, loss of virginity, teen pregnancy, emotional themes, mild language

Disclaimer - this chapter is in the past! anything italicized means it’s taken place in the past, not present! as always — please excuse any errors and let me know if i missed any wanting!!!

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Jake glanced over at Layla with a smirk, one hand resting casually on her knee as he kept the other on the wheel.

“Relax,” he murmured confidently, eyes flicking back to the road.

“It’s a big deal,” Layla muttered. “Meeting your parents.”

Jake exhaled a quiet chuckle, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. He didn’t respond right away, half-focused on the winding road ahead. A few minutes later, he pulled into the driveway and shifted the car into park.

“We’re here.”

Layla stared at the cozy home in front of them, her stomach fluttering with nerves.

“You ready?” Jake asked.

When she blinked up at him, he was already standing by her door, hand extended. She nodded and took it, climbing out of the car. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she tugged at the hem of her dress, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Jake grinned at the gesture before taking her hand again, guiding her up the walkway. He didn’t bother knocking, swinging the door open and letting her step in first.

Inside, the smell of dinner cooking filled the air. His mom was at the kitchen island, chopping vegetables, while his dad sat at the dining table scrolling through his phone.

Karen looked up, her face lighting up with a warm smile.

“Jake! You’re home.” Her gaze shifted to Layla, expectant.

“Yeah. Mom, this is Layla. My girlfriend.”

Karen’s eyes lit up even more.

“Oh!” She stepped out from behind the island, moving straight toward them. “It’s so nice to meet you, Layla.” She wrapped her in a hug.

It caught Layla a little off guard, but she hugged her back.

“Hi. It’s really nice to meet you too, Mrs. Kiszka.”

“Oh, please! Call me Karen,” she said, waving a hand. “And that’s Jake’s dad, Kelly.”

Kelly stood and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Layla said, shaking it politely.

“Will you be joining us for dinner, honey?” Karen asked.

Layla looked to Jake, unsure.

“She will,” he answered for her. “But we’ve got a big history test to study for, so…”

Jake was already steering Layla out of the kitchen.

“We’ll be in my room.”

Once they were gone, Karen glanced at Kelly.

“Study?” Kelly snorted.

“She seems sweet,” Karen said, returning to the veggies. “Different.”

“I hope so,” Kelly mumbled.

Upstairs, Layla was cross-legged on Jake’s bed, a textbook open in her lap.

“Okay… what year did the Civil Rights Movement start?” she asked, looking up.

Jake didn’t even glance at his notes.

“I don’t know. A long time ago?” he said with a chuckle.

Layla sighed, jotting something down in her notebook.

“Are you even paying attention?”

“Sure,” Jake said casually, watching her.

After a beat, he sat up, plucked the book and pencil from her hands.

“Let’s take a break.”

Layla frowned. “A break?”

“Yeah,” he said, already scooting closer. “We’ve been at this forever.”

“It’s been twenty minutes.”

He nodded like he didn’t hear her, then leaned in and kissed her.

Layla melted into it at first, but quickly remembered where they were. Jake’s hand moved to the back of her neck, the other creeping up her thigh, just above where her dress ended.

Layla noticed instantly.

As the kiss deepened, she gently pushed at his hand.

“Wait—” she whispered, pulling back. “Wait.”

Jake sighed, holding her gaze. “What?”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

He gave her a crooked grin. “Feels pretty good to me.”

“I’m serious,” she said softly. “Your parents are literally downstairs. I don’t want to disrespect their home.”

Jake sighed, sitting back a little. “Fine, fine. You’re right… How about we just lay down for a bit?”

She eyed him skeptically.

“Just to relax before we get back to studying,” he added, half-smirking.

Layla hesitated, but let him gently ease her back against the mattress. Jake propped himself up on an elbow beside her, brushing a piece of hair from her face.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered.

Then he leaned in again, lips finding hers once more.

Jake shifts quickly, positioning himself above her, his mouth capturing hers with a hunger that makes her breath hitch. She struggles to keep up, his lips moving with urgency before trailing along her jawline and down to her neck. A soft moan escapes Layla as her hands find his shoulders, steadying herself, just in case.

Her gaze follows him closely when he suddenly pulls back and reaches for the button of his jeans. Her brows knit with uncertainty, her posture lifting slightly.

“What are you doing?” she asks, propping herself up on her elbows.

Jake glances at her, voice low. “Relax. Just getting comfortable…” He eases his jeans down and kicks them off without fanfare. “That’s all.”

He settles back between her legs, gently nudging them apart so he can fit himself against her. As he lowers himself, his fingers tug her dress up just enough, casual, deliberate, before he finds her lips again.

One hand finds her hip as he begins to move, slow, purposeful. The friction pulls a sharp gasp from Layla, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she holds on.

“Are you okay?”

She nods.

Jake let out a low grunt as he moved against Layla, his body pressing into hers. Beneath him, she bit her lip, trying to muffle the soft sounds threatening to escape. She had come over after school under the pretense of studying for their history test, but one thing led to another, and now here she was beneath him, her dress bunched at her waist as he moved in slow, deliberate motions, their bodies perfectly aligned.

"You still okay?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, though his movements never faltered.

Layla nodded, exhaling softly. "Yeah…. yeah."

Jake's fingers traced along her thigh as he shifted slightly.

"You're so wet," he muttered, voice thick with something unspoken. He lingered for a moment, then pulled back just enough to tug at his boxers.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and something else-anticipation.

He gave her a reassuring smile. "Relax, baby. Trust me... it'll feel good for both of us." His boxers hit the floor, and he reached for the delicate fabric still clinging to her hips.

Her breath hitched as he slid them down, her pulse quickening. A mix of excitement and nerves flooded through her. Deep down, she craved this moment.

"What if your parents hear us? Or walk in?" she whispered as he gently lifted her hips, slipping the last barrier between them away.

Jake chuckled softly, pressing a kiss against her knee as he spread her legs just enough, his touch careful, reverent. "Just keep them like this okay, baby?"

Layla nods slowly, watching his every move.

"What about protection?" she asked softly, her fear creeping into her tone.

Jake paused for a moment, then looked up at her with a confident smirk. "Trust me, I've got it covered."

His thumb glides gently over her folds, drawing a soft, involuntary shift from Layla as pleasure hums through her body.

He notices and smirks.

“You let me know if anything hurts, alright?”

She gives a small nod.

Meeting her eyes, he mirrors the gesture before positioning himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock brushing against her, slicking himself with her arousal.

He pauses, gaze locking with hers, dark and careful. “Still okay?”

Another nod, though nerves flicker across her expression.

Slowly, he begins to push in, a deep grunt escaping his throat as he sinks into her. She felt incredible, tight, warm, nearly overwhelming. He exhales sharply, holding steady, watching her face for any sign to stop. His hands anchor gently at her hips, keeping himself grounded.

“Breathe,” he murmurs.

Her hands shift, moving from his shoulders to wrap around his wrist, grounding herself.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, voice low as he inches in deeper. Then, with a final push, he’s fully inside, and she lets out a quiet gasp.

He doesn’t move. Just holds her, eyes on hers.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathes. “Yeah, just…”

“It hurts?”

“A little.”

Jake lets out a soft chuckle and leans in to press a kiss to her cheek.

“It’ll ease up, baby. Then it’s going to feel amazing. I promise.”

She nods, trusting him.

“Just tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”

They stay still for a moment, giving Layla time to adjust. Her breathing slows, and after a few seconds, she gives him a small, steady nod.

Jake returns it, then slowly pulls back before easing back into her with a gentle thrust. His movements stay slow, measured, almost teasing, but always careful.

He notices the flicker of discomfort in her expression, the tightness around her eyes.

“Want me to stop?” he asks, voice strained, his hips still moving in a steady rhythm.

Layla shakes her head, but the way her fingers tighten around his wrist makes him pause.

“Still hurts?”

She nods faintly. “A little…”

Jake grits his teeth, slowing his pace even more. “Yeah… but you’re doing so good, baby. Taking me so fucking good…”

Gradually, he starts to pick up the pace just a bit, barely noticeable— but enough to build the tension.

“I’m not gonna last… holy shit,” he groans.

That’s when he feels her grip loosen. He glances up quickly, eyes locking on her face. She’s biting her lip now, holding in a moan, and the discomfort is gone from her eyes.

Jake smirks. “Feels good now, baby?”

She nods, breath hitching.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, voice husky. “You feel so fucking good… so tight.” A soft whimper escapes him.

The bed began to creak beneath them, snapping Layla back to reality for a moment.

“Jake…” she whispered, breath shaky. “The bed.”

He didn’t answer, too far gone, focused entirely on chasing his release.

“Jake,” she said again, gripping his wrist tightly. “They’re gonna hear…”

“Who cares,” he grunted, his hand leaving her waist to gently cup her cheek, guiding her gaze back to his.

Layla could see the tension in his expression, the way he hovered at the edge, and she wasn’t sure what to do. So she just watched him, trying to bite back the sounds threatening to escape her lips.

Jake leaned down to kiss her again, but his thrusts were getting uneven, sloppy.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling away to bury his face in the curve of her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

His movements slowed until they eventually stopped, and the room filled with only the sound of their breathing. Layla lay still, her chest rising and falling as it began to sink in.

She had just lost her virginity.

Jake lifted his head, brushing a piece of hair from her flushed face. “You okay?”

She gave a soft nod. “Yeah. I’m great,” she exhaled.

He smiled gently and leaned in to kiss her again, slower this time, softer.

“I’m gonna pull out, okay?”

She nodded once more, a quiet hiss leaving her lips at the loss of contact.

Jake climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm, damp towel. He settled back between her legs, moving carefully as he began to clean her up.

“You might bleed a little after,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “It’s totally normal.”

Jake tossed the towel to the floor, grabbing his jeans and her underwear. He gently slid her panties back on, then tugged her dress down to cover her up again.

Layla slowly sat up, watching as he got dressed.

A loud knock on the door made them both freeze.

“Jake!” a voice called—it sounded like one of his brothers. “Dinner’s ready! Mom said to come down!” Footsteps faded down the hallway.

Jake looked over at her, offering his hand. “Ready?”

She nodded and took it, hopping off the bed. He pulled her in by the waist, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He leaned down and kissed her again—this time slower, fuller. It wasn’t lust. It was something more.

“I love you,” he murmured as he pulled back.

Layla’s eyes widened.

Had she heard him right? Was it too soon?

But the doubt vanished the second she looked into his eyes.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

“Baby? Layla?”

Her head turned toward the voice. It was Jake. She hadn’t even noticed him step out onto the porch.

“Are you okay?” he asked, settling beside her on the bench.

She nodded faintly. “Yeah… I’m fine.”

“You were zoned out. What were you thinking about?”

Layla exhaled, turning her gaze back to the open yard as her hand instinctively moved to her belly.

“Just needed some air. Trying to clear my head.”

Jake nodded silently. He didn’t ask for more. He already knew. Things had gotten real, fast. The due date was looming, and the weight of it all sat heavy between them. Ready or not, they were about to become parents.

“Do you ever think about it?” she asked quietly. “That day. The day I met your parents… the day we…”

She trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish.

Jake nodded. “Yeah. All the time.”

Layla looked away, eyes glassy.

There was silence for a beat. Then he added, quieter, more certain:

“I don’t regret it. Not even a little.”

Her head snapped toward him, eyes wide.

“You don’t?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Because that was the day I realized I was in love with you.”

Layla’s heart thudded hard against her ribs.

Jake scooted a little closer, his voice dropping as he took her hand.

“Layla… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the situation we’re in. For all of it.”

“Jake, you don’t—”

“I do,” he cut in. “But I’m telling you now, I’m gonna make it right. I’m gonna be the best dad I can be. And I’m gonna love you both. You and her. Always.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and for once, she didn’t feel scared. Not with him sitting beside her.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

When they pulled apart, his hand found hers, resting gently on her belly.

“We still haven’t picked a name for her,” he said quietly.

Layla let out a soft chuckle. “I know.”

Jake nodded, then slowly lifted his hand away.

“But… before we do that,” he said, a glint of something in his eyes, “I have an idea.”