jakesbeloved

[jakesbeloved]

Hi loves! I haven't updated in MONTHS and i sincerely apologize... Its been hard to keep up with my carrier, mental health, and social media all at once... But I've been thinking of releasing a chapter soon👀 If you wanna be added to the tag list let me know. I've been in such a fantasy mood lately 🤭... Anyways, heres the fic!

[jakesbeloved]

Hi my lovelies, i hope you're all doing well! Im sorry if i suck at updates but life just got in the way lately and I honestly dont have much time or motivation to dedicate myself fully to writing... BUT i promise there are more chapters to come, you just hang on tight!!! Take care everyone, and be safe. All my love -jakesbeloved 💋

[jakesbeloved]

and this, my friends, is why @builtbybrokenbells is my favorite author on here 🤗

(this is amazing, please continue your work cause its BRILLIANT!♥️)

Melodic Memories | Track 3: I Need You - Lynyrd Skynyrd (2 of 2)

Masterlist

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 16k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), dom/sub, bratty sub, cum play, sir kink, spit play, touch of breeding kink, possessiveness, briefest mention of a free use kink if you squint, biting, scratching, multiple orgasm, simultaneous orgasm, face sitting, lots of dirty talk, mentions of ownership kink, light impact play, nipple play, dry humping, name calling, degradation, praise, sadness, heartbreak, high school breakups, unrequited love, estranged parent/strained parental relationships, angst, anger, bickering, name calling, depression, anxiety, self doubt/self consciousness, swearing, drinking, smoking, flirting, fluff, mentions of hookups/casual sex, sorry if I miss any!

Here’s part two!! Not to be like that, but finally some smut 😅 I can’t wait to hear what you guys think of this one. As always, be kind, enjoy, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!

Also a special shout-out to @gretavangroupie and @gretavanmoon for always keeping me on track, listening to my ramblings, and for the unwavering support and encouragement 🤍 melodic memories wouldn’t be what it is without you 😌

Her POV

The ticking on the hi-hat over the loudspeaker struck you with force, nearly sending you to your knees before the song even kicked off. Then, a melodic intro, the whine of an electric guitar singing a song only your heart could comprehend followed the steady beat of the drum. Your throat was dry, your heart beating in time with the rhythm as your eyes landed on him, standing smug by the jukebox, waiting for you to see him.

‘Ain't no need to worry

There ain't no use to cry

'Cause I'll be comin' home soon

To keep you satisfied’

Your feet carried you forward, slow at first but speeding up as the singing began again. You understood, now. It finally clicked in place, the reason he was so hesitant to kiss you earlier. He wanted to make sure you knew, that you had no doubt in your mind before he took the next step, and he did just that. There was no way you could second guess him, now.

‘You know I get so lonely

That I feel I can't go on

And it feels so good inside, babe’

You were in front of him, now. Your arms shot up, wrapping around his neck as his hands landed on your waist. Instead of slowing your momentum, he lifted you off your feet and into the air, accepting the new position as if his life depended on it.

Just to call you on the telephone

And I said—‘

Your lips landed on his, all of the previous tension subsiding as he leaned forward, into you and into the moment. Your eyes fluttered closed, your stomach filled with butterflies and your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. The bitterness on his lips, the remnants of the whiskey he was drinking mixed with the sweetness of the cherry you’d so kindly shared with him sent your mind into a spiral.

‘Oh baby, I love you

What more can I say

Oh baby, I need you

I miss you more everyday’

You didn’t want to let him go, the taste of him on your tongue just as addicting as it was all of those years ago. The time spent away only worsened the need for him, and you began to wonder how you survived without his touch. The guitar played in the background, like a soundtrack to an old movie you’d watched a long time ago but forgotten all about. The song—your song, bringing you together one more time, uncaring of anything other than the love the two of you shared.

He placed you on your feet again, his lips never leaving yours and his hands stayed anchored on your hips. He pulled you into him, your chest flush against his so you could feel his heart beat in time with yours. Your hands tangled in the locks of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer than he could possibly get. His tongue swiped over your lower lip, telling you that he had been awaiting this moment with just as much excitement as you. You didn’t care that you were making a public display, not that all of the patrons in the bar were watching the sweet moment with confusion. All that mattered was him and you, together again, after so long of being apart. All that mattered was your heart finally feeling at home, like you could rest after a long, tiresome and strenuous journey. You were safe in his arms, and you never wanted to lose the feeling again.

When you parted, you were breathless. Your head was spinning, your heart racing and your stomach tied in knots. You could only look at him; nothing else in the world mattered aside from the stare that produced a warmth like no other within your heart. He was everything, the whole world and more, and you were just grateful to exist at the same time, to experience an ounce of his love.

“It’s our song.” You breathed, your face still inches away from his. His lips were glistening under the low light, deliciously tempting and impossible to resist.

“Why do you think I put it on?” He asked, his hands still holding you close to him. “I needed you to know, sunshine. I needed to show you that I meant everything I said, that you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, even after all this time.”

“What else, Jake?” You pushed him a little further, begging him to say the words you wanted to hear. It was on the tip of his tongue, and you only knew it so well because you had been struggling to hold it back just the same.

“I needed you to know that I still love you, sunshine.” He said, his fingers tightening on your hips as he said the word. “I loved you when we snuck in here, eighteen and stupid, and I love you now, twenty-five and still stupid.” Both of you shared a laugh, knowing that despite his comment being funny, it was the most truthful thing he’d ever said. The two of you were stupid, but you were learning to be better and do better, with each other to lean on.

“I never stopped loving you Jake. I loved you then, and I love you now, and I’ll love you until the day I die.” You whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. It felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders, like you could finally breathe without restraint after so long of fighting for air.

Six years and three songs later, the world felt right again.

“Take me home with you, please.” You pleaded, leaning forward and placing another kiss on his lips. “I can’t wait any longer.” Instead of a verbal response, he kissed you once more, this time with enough strength to make your head spin. He’d been waiting over half a decade for you to come back, and even longer to hear you say the words again.

Ignoring the full drinks on the table next to you, he used his hands to spin you towards the door, silent as he approached the bar to pay off the small tab the two of you created. He was still sober, and you were well on your way there, too. The drinks you had were long forgotten, your tipsiness replaced with excitement at the thought of what was to come. Within a few moments, he paid the tab, the song still playing in the background as he walked towards the door with you by his side. The familiar tune was muddled with voices in the background, growing less clear as he held the door open for you. As you stepped outside, the last line you heard from the song struck a nerve deep within you.

‘I’m tryin’ to tell you that I love you,

In each and every way

I’m tryin’ to tell you that I need you,

Much more than just a piece of leg’

He’d been trying all night to tell you, in everything that he did and every word he spoke. Although he didn’t say it directly, there was no need to; after six years, he remembered everything as if it were yesterday. In Europe, amidst a world tour and a once in a lifetime experience with his brothers, he wasted his days talking to you, because he waited nearly 2190 days for you to reach out. You were his everything, his moon, his stars, and most importantly, his sunshine. Time had passed, gotten between you and convinced you otherwise, but he stood before you now with hope in his heart and love pouring from every one of his actions in hopes he could prove to you that it was still true, despite the pain you both endured.

The drive to his hotel was short, neither of you sharing many words amidst the heightened tension and roaming hands. You had taken it upon yourself to place your hand on his thigh, unable to contain your need for him any longer. His leg was bouncing gently, pent up with an energy he hadn’t felt in a long time as he tried his best to make it to the destination. By the time he pulled into the lot, you were nearly leaned over into the driver's seat, desperate to be close to him so you could experience the euphoria one last time.

He barely had the vehicle in park before you unbuckled your seatbelt, springing over the center console and taking his face in your hands. The soft skin of his cheek was warm, burning with the surplus of emotion raging inside of him. He shifted in his spot, giving you easier access as he reached over and settled his hand on your hip, pushing the latch on his belt as he did so. Your lips landed on his, much more heated than the display you found yourselves in at the bar. It was a mess of teeth and tongues, a cloud of desire surrounding and nearly suffocating you. He tasted good, even better than you remembered and imagined every night after you left. The hint of your lipgloss still lingering on his lips made the moment even more intoxicating, and you wondered if you would be able to make it to his hotel room at all, or if the night’s climactic end would happen right there in the car.

“Come here, sunshine.” He muttered, his words muffled from his mouth pressed to yours. He pulled you towards him slightly, not enough to move you, but enough to give you an idea of what he wanted from you. With his help, you climbed into his lap, your legs landing on either side of you and your arms wrapping around his neck. Throughout the entire process, he managed to keep his lips locked with yours, sickened at the thought of spending a single second parted with you.

He snaked his arms around your waist, guiding you forward onto him even further. The skirt of your dress was bunched up by your hips, and with his help, your clothed core pressed against his already aching cock. You took in a sharp breath, elated to see that he was just as eager as you were, moving your hips down a little further for a bit of added friction.

“Fuck, baby.” He huffed, parting from you as his hips pulled you down on him. “If you keep that up, we won’t make it inside.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” You shot back, your tone airy as you fought off the animalistic desire begging to take hold. You had never felt such a way before, even long ago when all it took was a single touch to get you to come undone. You weren’t sure where it was coming from, until you took a moment to really survey the scene you found yourself in.

You needed him so bad, because you had been craving his touch since you walked away from him. You had plenty of partners, people to keep your bed warm at night, but he was the only one who could make your heart sing like it was in that moment. He was the only one that was ever fulfilling, the only person that ever mattered.

“Need it so bad you can’t even walk the ten steps to the door?” He teased, his fingers trailing up your thigh, past the hem of the flowing skirt of your dress. As they creeped higher, closer to the lace of the thong decorating your hip, you found it harder and harder to give him a straight answer.

“It’s just… it’s been so long, baby.” You said, your eyes fluttering closed as the rough calluses on his fingertips grazed your leg, creeping closer to the flimsy fabric separating the two of you.

“I’ll give it to you sweetheart, but I want to do it right.” He said, his other hand tickling your goosebump ridden forearm. He trailed his fingers all the way up, stopping at your shoulder to fix the strap of your dress before moving it to the back of your neck. “You deserve better than this.”

“I don’t care about that, Jake.” You argued, catching his gaze. Your breath caught in your throat, a rush of emotion shooting straight to your core as you noticed his unwavering stare.

“I do.” He barked, his tone strong but his voice quiet. The domineering stance caught you off guard, sending a shiver down your spine as you tried to adjust to the newest version of him. He was different, and it had taken you this long to understand that; it wasn’t the same Jake sitting below you, but rather a new and improved version of him that you were eager to get to know. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way, understand?” He asked, his fingers on the back of your neck tightening ever so slightly. You were stunned, your eyes wide and your lips parted as you tried to process his words. “Do you understand me?” He asked again, a little softer as he attempted to coax you out of your state of shock.

“Y-yes, I do.” You stuttered, tripping over your words as your mind began to swirl with excitement. You were aching, desperate for him to touch you, but you swallowed back your desire to argue and gave a nod of your head.

“That’s better, angel.” He hummed, a slight smile pulling at his lips. He withdrew his hand from your leg, pushing you back so he could reach into his pocket. You watched him, curious as to what he was doing, noticing him pulling his wallet out. He flipped it open, using one hand to slide a card from one of the slots, holding it between his thumb and forefinger as he let the wallet fall back on his lap. He looked up at you, motioning for you to take it. “Here, take this and go up to my room. 410. I’ll meet you there.” Hesitantly, you grabbed it from his hand, confused, turned on and wondering why he was sending you up alone.

“What about you?” He chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear and admiring you.

“You’ve left me with quite the problem, sweetheart.” He reminded you, hoping you would catch on without any further explanation. “Wouldn’t want anyone else to know that I’m going up there to fuck you like you deserve, would we?” Your cheeks were red, your lungs burning for air as you forgot how to breathe. The prospect alone sent another rush of arousal through you, and you felt stupid for asking at all.

“Okay.” You squeaked, forcing a smile on your lips as you checked to see if the coast was clear. You reached for the door handle, ready to rush inside, but his hand on your arm stopped you before you could. You looked back at him, confused all over again because you were doing exactly as he asked of you. Then, he reached up and cupped your cheek in his palm, pulling you in for another kiss. You relaxed at the feeling, understanding that no matter how new this was, he was still the same old Jake, and that fact alone was enough to keep you calm.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” He smiled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Okay, now go.”

“Okay.” You giggled, drunk from the feeling of kissing him and excited to get upstairs. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

“Never.” He promised, watching as you opened the door and climbed from his lap. He held his arm out, ready to catch you if you stumbled. You steadied yourself on your feet, sending him one last smile and a half-assed wave as you turned away. You fixed your dress, hearing the door close behind you as you made quick work at walking towards the door.

Jake’s POV

You waited a few moments after she disappeared through the door to the front lobby, calming down enough to adjust yourself in your pants and step outside. You locked the door as you rushed towards the hotel, a million thoughts racing through your head as you tried to process all that happened.

You went on a date with the girl of your dreams, reliving the best three years of your entire life, kissed her to your song, and now she was in your bed, waiting for you to fuck her.

The thought nearly brought you to your knees, causing you to freeze in your tracks by the front desk. Thankfully, the receptionist was tending to something with another person and didn’t notice your small fit of anxiety. As you managed to regain your composure, you closed in on the elevator, your fingers trembling as you reached for the button. The adrenaline had worn off, and now you had time to fully grasp the situation you were facing.

How the hell were you going to keep your cool? A girl as wonderful as her, beautiful and smart and so unlike anyone you’d ever met before, and most importantly, still in love with you. You had no idea how you were so lucky, and worse than that, you were terrified of fucking it up.

You stepped in the elevator, plagued with nerves you didn’t know existed within you, and so close to turning on your heel and running away. How could you go up there and face her? How could you walk in there with your wits and confidence, like she wasn’t the very thing that ruled your life, the only weakness you’d ever had?

You were sweating, bouncing your leg as you waited for the elevator to ascend to your floor, positively sick with worry.

Then, an idea struck you; you needed to talk to Josh. He was the only person who could get through to you when you were in such a state, and the only one willing to put up with your never endless rambling about the girl who got away.

Hastily, you pulled your phone from your pocket, dialing his number as you pressed all of the buttons on the panel to stall for a moment. The phone rang, the tone echoing through the tiny space: once, then twice, and midway through the third, the sound cut out.

“Hello?” His quiet response replaced the dial tone, disgruntled and only slightly annoyed that you were bothering him so late.

“Hi.” You breathed, feeling better just from the sound of his voice.

If the whole world was burning, he’d be there beside you, talking you through it.

Josh was your brother, your best friend and your most trusted confidant. You could tell him anything, and he’d put his hand on your shoulder and assure you it was alright. You just needed to hear him tell you it was okay, that you were panicking over nothing.

“Speak your truth, brother.” He said, noticing the elongated silence that was highly unusual for you.

“I’m freaking out.” You finally forced out, your chest tight and your head spinning.

“About what?” He asked, appearing a little more alert as he responded. “Are you with Y/N?”

“Yes and no.” You swallowed hard, feeling the elevator rise to another floor. “She’s in my room and I’m in the elevator.”

“Why the fuck are you in the elevator?”

“Because I needed to buy some time, because I’m freaking the fuck out!” You exploded, your words louder than you intended due to the box you were contained in.

“Jesus Christ, Jacob. Pull yourself together.” Josh muttered, sounding farther away from the phone than he was a moment before. He likely moved it away from his ear, recoiling from the strength of your sudden outburst. “Why are you freaking out?”

“I don’t know! The date went great, just the way I planned it. It couldn’t have gone better, and she asked to come back here with me, and I said yes, and now she’s in my room and I’m supposed to meet her there and I—“ you cut yourself off, taking in a long breath to calm yourself. “She’s in my room, waiting for me. Everything I have ever wanted is sitting in my bed, waiting for me to come and join her, and I’m so scared I’m going to fuck it up and lose her again.”

“Didn’t I already tell you, Jake? You never really lost her.” He was up to speed now, completely ignoring your incessant self doubt as he formulated his response. “After this long, she’s in your bed, waiting for you. She was always yours, brother. Life just got in the way.”

“I feel like I’m fifteen again!” You raised your arms in a moment of high emotion, signaling to nobody but yourself in the reflection on the metal doors. “I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say. What if I get in there and embarrass myself?”

“Okay, I’m going to stop you there.” Josh cut in, his tone firm. “I would do almost anything for you—almost being the key word, and you know that, but I will not talk you through having sex—“

“Oh, fuck off!” You snapped, your heart drumming against your ribs as the elevated neared your floor.

“Okay, okay.” A little giggle floated through the speaker, inadvertently making you smile, too.

Damn him and his ability to make everything better.

“Stop overthinking it, Jake. I told you that when she texted, and look how well it worked. Walk in there, and be you. She wants you Jake, she doesn’t want me.” He echoed the same advice he gave you just a few weeks prior, and you hated that it was still so true. He was right, and you just needed to hear him say it.

“Right.” You breathed, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt your sanity return. “Thank you. Just needed to hear it.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He hummed. “Now, go get your fuckin’ girl, and please leave me alone.”

“Okay.” You laughed, the tension in your shoulders melting away in an instant. “Thanks again, brother.” You said, feeling more confident as the elevator doors swung open and a ding signaled the stop.

“And please, for the love of god, keep it down. Remember your dearest brother is just down the hall!” You could hear the grin in his plea, making you roll your eyes as you stepped into the hallway.

“Yeah, okay, that’s what I need to be thinking about.” You scoffed. “Goodbye, Josh.”

“Please keep it in mind—“ before he could say anything else, you ended the call and let out a long sigh.

‘Now or never. Don’t let her slip through your fingers.’ You repeated the mantra in your head, letting it carry you towards your room and send you straight back into her arms. You stopped in front of the door, swallowing back the last bit of anxiety still stuck in your throat as you raised your fist to the wood. Quietly, you rapped your knuckles against it, holding your breath as you awaited her response.

Soon enough, you heard shuffling behind the door, and eventually the handle was pulled down. As the door creaked open further, the clearer she was, standing before you with a smile and the prettiest eyes you’d ever had the pleasure of getting lost in.

“Was beginning to think you forgot about me.” She whispered, her voice like liquid gold, running through your veins and becoming the very reason your heart continued to beat.

“You know better than that, sunshine.” You said, softly pushing the door open the rest of the way. “Could never forget about you, in this lifetime and any one that comes next.” You stepped inside, into her open arms as she pulled your body closer to hers. Her hands on you felt like heaven, even through the fabric of your shirt, and you wondered why you ever doubted it for a second.

You kicked the door closed behind you, cupping her face in your hands as you pulled her into a kiss much sweeter than the ones that came before. You didn’t want to rush it, intent on enjoying every second of her company after spending so long yearning for it. She tasted sweet, a hint of vermouth still lingering on her tongue from the cocktails at the bar. Her chest was pressed against yours, her hands balled with the fabric of your shirt as she tried to pull you closer than you could possibly get.

You backed her up towards the bed, not stopping until her legs collided with the mattress. Without breaking from the kiss, you bunched the skirt of her dress in your fist and slid it upwards, the cold air nipping at her skin and causing her to lean further into you.

“Here, sweetheart.” You said, parting ways and inhaling sharply. You tapped her ass gently, jolts of electricity coursing through you as your skin connected with hers. “As good as this looks on you, m’sure you’d look even better without it.” An airy giggle passed through her lips as she looked up at you, her eyes sparkling at your cheesy line. You stepped back from her, just enough so you could slide the dress over her head. You tossed it to the floor, not the least bit worried about where it landed as your eyes raked over the picture of her.

The air was knocked from your lungs, your chest burning with desire as you studied the vaguely familiar details that had changed so much since you last saw her. Back then she was stunning, and now she was perfect. You were struck with a wave of grief, knowing that while you were gone, someone else was lucky enough to see her like this, but too stupid to appreciate all that they had.

“You’re gorgeous, sunshine.” You wheezed the words out, completely taken by her and unsure of what you ever did to deserve her. “Feel like I need to get to know you all over again.”

“Me too.” She breathed, her hand reaching up to touch your face. The softness of her fingertips tickled your cheek, trailing down your jaw and tracing the column of your neck. She didn’t stop there, letting the pad of her finger graze over your collarbone as she dipped it below the edge of your blazer. Then, with a sudden burst of confidence, she brushed the material off your shoulder, raising her other hand to do the same to your other side.

God, she was going to be the fucking death of you.

You shook the jacket from your shoulders, the material falling to the floor with a pathetic thud. She smiled up at you through her lashes, happy that you complied with her unspoken demands.

“Get to know me, then.” You returned her smile, grabbing her hips and pulling her back into you. Her hands snaked between the two of you as you leaned down to kiss her again, toying with the buttons of your shirt until all three of them came undone. Her cool hands landed on your stomach, causing you to tense in response. You slid the shirt down your arms, letting it meet the same fate as your jacket and her dress.

With nothing standing between you, she pressed her chest to yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth to give you another taste of the sweetness only she could offer. You were vibrating with need, her hardened nipples pressed against your chest, making your already hard cock throb as it pressed into her leg. Without your shirt in the way, her hands roamed freely, her light touch tickling your skin as she tried to refamiliarize herself with you.

Your hands on her hips grew more curious as she did, dipping under the lace of her thong, silently telling her you wanted all of her without having to part from her. As the kiss grew sloppier, so did your touch, sliding backwards and over the curve of her ass. You gave it a slight squeeze, unable to resist the urge, and forced her hips forward into your own. She let out a quiet moan into your mouth, barely noticeable if you weren’t so in tune with her.

You were certain she could feel the racing of your heart, but she didn’t seem to care as her hands drifted towards your belt, tugging at the buckle as she did all she could to keep her lips locked with your own. She was driving you crazy, every touch better than the last and every moment leaving you desperate for more. You were trying to let her lead the way, giving her the control so she was comfortable, but it was growing harder to do that the longer you waited. She was like a drug, more euphoric than anything you’d ever experienced, but never once leaving you unfulfilled and regretful. Even after she left, there was always a small part of you that remained whole, just because you had the chance to be loved by her at all.

Your belt tumbled to the floor after she pulled it from the loops on your pants, giving you that one final push over the edge. You broke the kiss, but didn’t stray too far as your mouth worked its way down her jaw and onto her neck. It was like muscle memory, finding all the sweet spots less than a challenge, as if you spent your entire life dedicated to pleasing her.

In some fucked up way, you did.

Even when she was across the world, when the thought of you was far away from the front of her mind, you were partially living for her, striving to make her proud even if she wasn’t there to see it. You thought of her in every gift shop, wondering if she’d appreciate a postcard or if it would only hurt her more. You could hear her giggles echoing as you made a poorly timed joke, feel her hand on your arm as her stomach ached from the laughter and she tried to hold herself upright. You saw her face in the crowds, even though she wasn’t really in front of you.

No matter where you were, she was always there. If not in person, forever in memory. Her memory was so strong that you could trick yourself into believing she was laying beside you, sleeping soundly as the night dwindled into day. She was the driving force for every single thing you had ever accomplished, because you could hear her words of encouragement as if she was standing behind you, whispering them into your ear.

You had always lived to please her, and you aimed to do it in every possible way. This was no different, and you were a fool for thinking you didn’t have it in you to love her.

You sucked a mark into the sensitive skin below her ear, eliciting a moan that was music to your ears. It had been too long since you heard it, making you wonder how you survived without it. You unbuttoned your pants with one hand, kicking them to the floor as you continued to trail marks down to her shoulder. Neither of you cared about the consequences of the morning, only that you were together again.

“Jake, I need you.” She whispered, her lips so close to your ear. The words washed over you like summer rain, something you never thought you would ever hear her say again.

“You can have me, sweetness.” You assured her, never wanting her to think she couldn’t. You kicked your pants to the side, beginning to crouch as you curled your fingers around the elastic of her underwear. Before you could go any further, her hand clasped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. Your eyes glanced up at her face, wondering what she was doing, but the lust clouding her face told you all you needed to know before she opened her mouth to speak.

“Not like that.” Her tone was low, thick with desire as she tried to express her intentions. You swallowed hard, your throat dry at the thought of her wanting you so badly. “Come here.” She said, pulling you upright again. You braced yourself for a kiss, but found yourself left empty handed as she sunk to her knees, instead.

“Oh, fuck.” You groaned, your head falling back on your shoulders as she pulled your boxers down. You hissed through your teeth, looking back down at her in just enough time to catch her staring up at you. A devilish smile was plastered on her lips, her mouth unbearably close to the tip of your cock as she left you in suspense.

This wasn’t the sunshine you knew all of those years ago, but you were perfectly fine with that. Getting to know the newest version of her seemed like it would be the pleasure of a lifetime.

Slowly, she leaned forward, her lips parted slightly and her tongue resting on her lower lip. She took the tip of your cock in her mouth, the softness of her lips immediately catching your attention and her tongue gliding over the underside of you nearly forced your hips forward to meet her. You held yourself back, trying to keep some semblance of strength as she swirled her tongue around you but finding it much more difficult than you expected. You reached down, gathering her hair in your fist as she bobbed her head down on you, wondering how someone could look so angelic while doing something so filthy.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” You rasped, speaking soft encouragement as she took you further in her mouth. The feeling was overwhelming, better than anything you had experienced before, and you knew it had nothing to do with her ability and everything to do with the love you had for her in your heart. “Just like that.” You clenched your jaw, your teeth grinding together as a wave of pleasure ran through you. She took you further, humming in response to your praise. The vibration shot straight through you, heightening the pleasure she was already granting you.

Her eyes fluttered up to meet your own, your fist tightening in her hair as she caught your gaze and pushed her head down as far as she could, taking all of you at once. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your skin tingling with desire as you hit the back of her throat. Your hips jerked forward in reaction to the sensation, overtaken with lust and only slightly remorseful as you felt her throat constrict around you. She held you there for a moment, but pulled away when the feeling became too much. A trail of spit covered her chin as your tip fell from her lips, and you expected her to take a moment to recover. Instead, she leaned forward again, taking you in her hand as she flattened her tongue against the underside of your cock, slowly running it from the base to the tip before she took you in her mouth again.

“Fuck, baby.” You groaned, the sound rattling your chest as your eyes squeezed shut. You could feel the pressure rising, nearly embarrassed by how fast she was getting you to a climax. It had been so long since you had her, and the euphoria of being with her was so intense that you were a mess before your clothes were off. She hummed again, taking note of your reaction the first time and using it to her advantage as she bobbed her head down on you.

You were throbbing against her tongue, closer and closer to insanity every time you felt yourself hit the back of her throat. You were amazed at her persistence, only slightly off put at the thought of why she was so good at it. You pushed it aside, knowing you shouldn’t be jealous of anything that happened in your time apart, but finding it weighing heavily on you. You should be grateful she was with you at all, focusing on that rather than the people who came before you, but the thought of someone else’s hands on her was infuriatingly painful.

She suctioned her cheeks a little harder, the added pressure causing your hips to jerk forward again. The action didn’t cause her to falter; if anything, it encouraged her further. You looked down, wanting to sear the memory in your brain until the end of time. You noticed her thighs squeezing together, desperate for a bit of friction to ease the ache between her legs. The thought of the mess that was waiting for you sent you a little further over the edge, your breathing ragged and your mind hazy as you tried to remember what it felt like to be inside of her.

You were enjoying yourself, but you couldn’t stop thinking about what was to come next. Even as you studied her flushed cheeks, blotchy with redness and trails of mascara running down from her teary eyes, you couldn’t help but picture the alternative, feeling guilty that you couldn’t just live in the moment and enjoy it. You wanted her so badly, in every way you could have her, and taking it slow was becoming more difficult with each second that passed.

You used your hand in her hair to pull her off of you, too worked up at the thought of fucking her to let her continue. She fought your action, seemingly desperate to continue pleasing you.

“Slow down, baby.” You warned, the pleasure becoming irritating as you tried to stave off the orgasm begging to come. She whined against you, greatly displeased with your response as she bobbed her head back down on you again.

“Fuck.” You growled, feeling an all too familiar twitch that was warning you to stop. You pulled her off of you, stronger this time so she couldn’t fight back. You left her mouth with a pop, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she sucked in a sharp breath. “Is that what you want? For me to fuck your mouth all night?” You spat, only slightly irritated with her momentary disobedience. When she didn’t respond, an unfamiliar feeling washed over you, forcing you to the conclusion on your own.

That was exactly what she wanted.

“As much as I’d love to, think you need someone to take care of you.” You said, your eyes trailing to her thighs pushed tightly together. She was a mess, her makeup running and her need radiating from her, and you couldn’t possibly let greed take over. “Get on the bed, angel.” She rose to her feet, slow moving and never breaking eye contact. When she was eye level with you again, you felt your sanity return to you.

What were you doing?

This wasn’t some girl you hooked up with after a drunken night at a bar. She was your girl, the girl of your dreams who deserved to be loved and respected, and appreciated in every single way. You shook off the need for control, forgoing the domineering tone and harsh words as you wrapped your arms around her. A smile spread across her face, a giggle falling from her lips as you lifted her off her feet and playfully tossed her on the mattress. She landed with a slight bounce, looking up at you with a sparkle of joy shining in her eyes.

‘Put down the act and love her.’ You scolded yourself silently, watching as she positioned herself near the head of the bed. You joined her on the mattress, on your knees as you slowly approached her. A playful grin was stuck on your lips, unable to hide your feelings for her as you landed between her legs.

“You know better than that, sweetheart.” You grinned, anchoring your hands on the back of her legs, just below her knees as you pulled her towards you. “Been waiting six years for this—I’m not going to take it for granted.”

“Wouldn’t be taking it for granted.” She quipped, shivering under your touch as your fingers trailed up her thighs. “Not if I want you to do it.”

“You’re too good to me.” You grinned, inching closer to her. You brought your hand over her stomach, the touch light as you slowly moved your hand downward towards the lace band of her underwear. “You’re sure that’s what you want? Nothing else?” You raised an eyebrow, your fingers inching closer to her core as you spoke. She swallowed hard, her cheeks red as she braced for the impact of your hands on her.

“Mhm,” she hummed, trying to keep up the act but beginning to lose her composure as you held her gaze. You could see the shift in her eyes, the desire to please quickly changing to a need to be touched. She was arguing for the sake of arguing, and you had no problem playing the game with her.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, sunshine.” You clicked your tongue, faux disappointment on your face as you let your middle finger hover over her clit, only the thin fabric separating the two of you. “So you don’t want me to touch you? Just trying to get this straight.” She bit her lip, trying her hardest to not give in to the temptation as she held your gaze. You wanted to hear her say it, for her to confess how badly she needed you, and you weren’t willing to give in until she did. “Tell me, sunshine.” You pressed further, deciding to give a little in hopes of persuading her. You let your fingers drift over her clit, the touch barely there, featherlight as you watched her expression change. She squirmed under your stare, her hips moving down in search of more, betraying her stubborn nature without a single thought.

“Fuck, touch me please.” She broke, reaching a point of no return and giving up the fight she started. “I need it, Jake. Please.”

“That’s it, baby.” You hummed, applying a little more pressure to relieve her from the ache that was growing worse by the second. “Was that so fuckin’ hard?” You asked, your jaw clenched as you noticed the wetness soaking through her panties.

“No, it wasn’t.” She groaned, expressing remorse for her disobedience through her actions.

“So why argue, angel? Just because you can?” You smirked, your ego inflating as you watched her turn into a mess below you without you doing much of anything at all. You wanted to be sweet, to shower her with all the love you still had for her, but she was making it incredibly difficult to follow through with that plan.

“W-wanted to piss you off.” She hissed through her teeth, her head falling back on the pillow as you traced small circles over the fabric.

Oh god, she fucking wanted it.

“You wanted to piss me off?” You echoed her words, mocking her as you pulled your hand away. Her eyes snapped open, looking down at you with annoyance written in her features. “Why would you want to do that, sweetheart?”

“More fun that way.” She challenged, generous with her thoughts now that you’d discovered her intent. “You wanted me to get to know you again, Jacob. Don’t hold back on me.”

“Seems like you know what you want, sweetheart.” You said, hooking your fingers through the sides of her underwear. She lifted her hips from the bed, allowing you to slip them under her ass and down her legs. You tossed them to the side, your hand returning to her clit with nothing standing in the way this time. “Say it.” You snapped, your eyes flickering from her face to her cunt, dripping with arousal and aching to be taken care of.

“You said you were going to fuck me like I deserve.” She threw your words back in your face, her eyes trained to your hand resting on her but making no move to pleasure her. “What do I deserve, Jacob?” The bratty tone rubbed you the wrong way, sending a spark of anger through you.

Or maybe it rubbed you just the right way. You weren’t sure yet.

“What do you deserve?” You sneered, finding it easier to treat her with disrespect when she was dishing it out to you. “Nothing, by the sounds of it.”

“I know you don’t have it in you to walk away, baby.” She smirked, feeling your middle finger trail through her wetness, spreading it up to her clit. She was right, you would never walk away from her, but she was being a little too bold for someone depending on you to get her off.

“You’re right, sweetheart.” You nodded, a bit calmer than she anticipated you would be when you responded. “I won’t walk away. I tried to be nice, to take it slow and show you how much I missed you, but it seems like you want to be treated like a whore.” Your eyes flickered to her face, watching her cheeks turn crimson at the sound of your words. You cocked your head to the side, a sly smile on your lips as her chest fluttered with her shallow breaths. She was stunning, and you couldn’t believe how different she was from the girl you used to know. Since she had no problem dishing it out, you decided to get to the bottom of it. “Is that it?” Her lips were pressed together tightly as she held back her words. “Fucking answer me.”

“Yes, Jake.” She rolled her eyes, striking another nerve within you. Without a second thought, you paused your work at spreading her arousal into her clit, leaning your head forward and letting a trail of spit fall from your lips. The action a bit stronger than you intended, the wetness landing on the tip of your fingers as she processed the degrading feeling. You wasted no time tracing circles into her clit, watching her squirm under your touch.

“Just like you fucking deserve.” You crooned, fake sweetness dripping from your tone as your gaze stayed fixed on her face. A whine fell from her lips, her hips moving down on the mattress to meet your hand, in search of more already. “So needy.” You chastised her for it despite the sight driving you crazy. “You want it so bad and you won’t even tell me about it?”

“Don’t wanna make it too easy for you.” She breathed, her eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to keep her composure.

“You don’t have to, sweetheart.” You chuckled, your gaze falling back to your hand as you slipped your finger inside of her. Her walls fluttered around you, pulling you in further as your thumb brushed over her clit. “She’s telling me all I need to know.” At that, a moan filled the air, desperate and angry, disappointed in herself for giving into you so easily. “God, you’re fucking soaked.” You hissed, unable to ignore her arousal already coating your hand. “Did nobody take care of you while I was gone? Is that why you’re being such a brat?”

She whined in response, the sound heavenly as her hips moved against your hand. She was a mess and you barely started, worsening your own need for her. You were throbbing, aching to be touched by her again. You fought the temptation, knowing it would be so easy to move your hand and fuck her, but wanting to draw it out a little longer. She made it so hard for you to want to take it slow, and with every noise that fell from her lips, you were a little closer to the point of no return.

“Answer me, angel.” You warned, curling your fingers upward as you pumped them into her.

“No, Jake. Nobody could do it like you.” She broke, the pleasure distracting her from the incessant urge to fight with you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, unable to tear your eyes away from your hand working her up to an orgasm. The sight was enough to bring you to an orgasm alone, knowing that you were the reason behind her pathetic state. “Bet you thought about me while they fucked you, wishing it was me doing it instead.” You were pissing yourself off the more you spoke, angry at the idea of anyone else seeing her in such a way, but her answers were gratifying, assuring you that you weren’t the only one picturing her in everyone you used to try and fill the void.

“I did.” She whimpered, unapologetically confessing to her sinful actions.

“But you never called, never texted me to come and do it right.” You spat, taken back by the statement as soon as it left your lips. Where the hell did that come from? “Just let them disappoint you and finished the job yourself after you sent them away.” You continued, something else completely taking over as the jealousy began to eat you alive.

Maybe you weren’t as healed as you thought you were. Maybe the pain of her disappearing was still lingering, coming back full force as you realized how little closure you got from her.

“M’sorry, baby.” She pleaded, her eyes searching for your own so you understood she was being genuine. “M’so sorry.” She tried again, finally forcing you to look at her. “I w-wanted to. Every fucking night, I thought of you—dreamt of you, of this.” She rambled, trying to make amends for something that wasn’t entirely her fault.

Bring it back, Jacob. Now is not the time.

“Thought of me with your hand between your legs?” You steered the topic back to the main point, only slightly remorseful for taking it down such a dark path. “Thought of me while you played with yourself, saying my name while you got off?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, taking in a sharp breath as the pull of pleasure became too much.

“I know, sweetheart.” You smiled, relieved to hear her confirm what you always wondered about. “You know I’m the only one who can do it right. She knows she belongs to me.” You accentuated your point with another curl of your fingers, letting another trail of spit fall from your lips onto her.

“Fuck yes, Jake.” She whined, her eyes squeezed shut as a thin layer of sweat began to form over her forehead. If only she knew how often you thought of her, laying underneath you exactly as she was now, she wouldn’t ever have thought twice about calling. “I’m yours.” The words struck you hard, the force almost sending you toppling over. “Always have been, baby. I always will be.” You regained yourself, shaking away the feeling of love clouding your mind. I’d only she knew how often you longed to hear her say exactly that.

“Look at me.” You barked, watching as her eyes snapped open and settled on you. “Want to see that pretty face while you cum.” She didn’t dare look away, likely because she was eager to see you while she descended into the pleasure rather than trying her hardest to picture your face in your mind. You saw her raise her hand to her face, her palm settled directly over her mouth as she held eye contact. Curious, you waited to see her next move, never slowing your fingers as she reached down between her legs.

She gripped your length in her hand, causing your hips to push forward into the touch. She gave an innocent smile, slowly stroking you as you continued to pump your fingers into her.

“Fuck, baby.” You groaned, pushing your hips into her hand as she moved it down on you.

“N-not fair if I’m the only one who gets to feel good.” She whispered, but there was something about the way she was looking at you, like there was a deeper intent hidden behind her eyes. She was trying to apologize, showing you he sorry she was through her actions. That’s why she didn’t want you to touch her, why she was so adamant about staying on her knees in front of you. She didn’t know how to say it aloud, and even if she did, she didn’t think it would ever be enough.

She was doing the exact same thing you were doing, bleeding with remorse as you brought her to an orgasm, trying to show her how much you regretted letting her go, for letting her believe she would ever hold you back.

“You’ve always been too good to me, angel.” You muttered, shaking your head at your own stupidity. “I still don’t know what I did to deserve you.” You let the words slip out, dropping the tough exterior when the emotion became too strong to ignore.

“I wonder that e-every day.” She confessed, her eyebrows knitting together as a wave of pleasure hit her. She was so close, her walls fluttering around your fingers as she tried to stave off the urge. She didn’t want it to end, either.

The whole thing was surreal, forcing you both to realize that you wasted so much time pining for each other but believing the other had already moved on. You were stupid, so foolish to think that a love so selfless could only be one sided, that a connection as strong as yours would disappear with time. You spent the whole day trying to show her that you still felt the same, and it appeared that she finally believed you. You would spend every day for the rest of your life showing her, if that’s what it took to have her again.

“Come on, sweetheart.” You pleaded, as desperate for her to come as she was. The feeling of her hand stroking you was only driving you closer to insanity, your entire body vibrating with need for her. You had never felt this way for anyone else, never even close to being so comfortable and content in someone else’s arms. She was it for you; everything you ever needed, and more than anything you ever wanted. She was the one, finally back in your arms after so long spent wondering if she would ever be yours again. “Let go for me, baby.” You pushed her a little harder, listening to her moans become more desperate and much more guttural. She was right there, exactly where you wanted her, and all she had to do was give in to it.

“Oh fuck, Jake.” She groaned, the words tearing through her and irritating her already raw throat. Her voice was raspy, strained as she bargained with the feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” You said, feeling her fingers tighten around your cock as she began to lose control of herself. “That’s my pretty girl. God, you’re doing so good for me.” She stared up at you, making it even harder for you to hold yourself back. She was so close, you could feel it in the way she was moving down on your hand, desperate for that last little bit to push her over the edge. The praise seemed to work, her breathing labored and her cheeks flushed as she listened to you speak. “I know you want it, angel. Don’t make me wait for it—I can’t handle it.”

With one more pump of your fingers, she was coming undone, your name falling from her lips amidst a long string of curses that painted the walls with your sinful endeavor. You felt her fingers tighten around you again, unable to resist the urge to fuck into her hand. You were throbbing, desperate for a release, desperate to feel her again after so long of being deprived of it. You kept your fingers at a steady pace, trying to work her through the high so she could get the most from it.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, sunshine.” You breathed, unable to do anything but admire her as she came down from the climax. She relaxed against the mattress, her thighs trying to squeeze together to halt the movement of your hand as overstimulation began to threaten her.

You removed your fingers from her, making sure she was watching you as you raised your middle finger to your mouth. Slowly, you closed your lips around it as the taste of her filled your senses. Your eyes fluttered closed, a groan rattling your chest as you savored the moment you had dreamt of so many times before. Her lips were parted, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched you, as if she had never been so appreciated by anyone else in her entire life. Slowly, you slid the digit from your tongue, a faint popping noise sounding through the room as it fell from your lips.

“Taste so fucking sweet, angel. Just like I remember.” You said, your tone low and gravelly as you watched her face. “Do you know how often I thought about this? How often I dreamed of having you underneath me, screaming my name again?” You asked, cantering yourself between her legs. You grabbed her hips, roughly pulling her towards you. You felt the tip of your cock glide through her wetness as she retracted her hand from you. “It was fucking torture Y/N, knowing that I couldn’t be with you when that’s all I wanted to do.”

“I know, baby.” She muttered, still strung out from the pleasure. “I only wanted to be with you. I know.”

“Was always yours, sweetheart. The whole fucking time, I waited for you to come back.” The surplus of emotion running through you was almost too much to bear. You were feeling everything all at once, the grief from her leaving, the pain from the distance, and all of the love you’d been trying to shove deep down within you. Most of all, you felt a sense of pure, unadulterated joy, just because you finally had her back.

“I’m sorry it took so long. I’m sorry I was so stupid.”

“I don’t want to hear that, baby.” You shook your head, seeing the pain written clearly across her face. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters. You came back.”

“I was always going to come back.” She said, moving her hips down on you. Because of her actions, your tip slid through her folds, settling over her already sensitive clit. She sucked in a sharp breath, as if that’s exactly what she was aiming for when she moved. “Could never stay away from you, baby. This is where I’m supposed to be.”

“Damn right.” You huffed, guiding her legs around you so she would get the hint to hold them there. “You’re mine. Do you understand that?”

“Fuck, yes.” She whimpered, desperate to feel you inside of her again. “I’m yours Jake, all yours.”

“That’s what I thought.” You said, guiding yourself back down to her entrance. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes, please.” She whined, looking up at you with impatience as she waited for you to move. “Please, Jake. Want to feel you. I need it.” You pushed your hips forward slightly, just enough for her to notice, but not nearly enough to give her what she wanted.

“Gonna have to try harder than that, angel.” You smirked, knowing you were pissing her off the longer you waited.

“Please, Jake!” She tried again, more conviction in her tone as she tried to persuade you. “It’s been so long, baby. Want it so bad.”

“That’s better.” You hummed, pushing forward a little further. The slight change knocked the air from her lungs, making her believe her efforts were paying off, but only for a moment.

“Jake.” She whimpered, her eyes doing all of the work for her this time. She was dejected, desperate and unable to wait any longer. As much as you loved hearing her beg for it, you were also at your limit, more than ready to feel her again. “Please.”

At that, you gave in to the temptation, slamming your hips forward as you pulled her down on you. She let out a yelp, loud and unapologetic as she tried to adjust to the feeling. You didn’t give her any time to recover before you withdrew and repeated the same action, eager to elicit the same response from her. She snaked her arms under yours, her hands landing on your back as her nails scratched at the skin. The painful sensation added to the pleasure, encouraging you to keep up the same motion.

“F-fuck,” she croaked, burying her head in your shoulder as she took everything you were giving her.

“What’s wrong, sunshine? Wanted it so bad and now you can’t fuckin’ take it?” You taunted, delivering another sharp slam of your hips. The force sent the bed frame knocking against the wall, but you were too immersed in her to care about your neighbors peace or comfortability.

“N-no,” She gasped, her nails digging deeper into the skin of your back as her lips grazed the side of your neck. The two different sensations worked together to short-circuit your brain. “I can take it, just feels s-so good.” She corrected you, placing a trail of kisses atop of your jugular, sending jolts of electricity through your entire body. The tinge of pain shooting through you as she left her mark on your back left you wanting more, desperate for anything she was willing to give you no matter if it was painful or pleasurable. “You fill me so good, Jake. Nobody else feels this good.”

“You always know exactly what I want to hear.” You murmured, closing your eyes as she suctioned her lips to the sensitive skin of your neck. Normally you would shy away, reject the idea of any marks left on your skin, but from her, you would let her do anything she wanted so long as you had something to remember her by. In the morning, the love bites on your skin and the scratches down your back would serve as a reminder of the best night of your life, and you would face the consequences later down the line if you had to. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” You hissed, your eyes rolling back in your head as you delivered another sharp thrust of your hips.

Her moans were muffled, vibrating against your skin as your fingers bruised her hips. It had been a long time since you felt so good, an eternity since you felt so comfortable. Nobody else could compare; she fit together with you in perfect unison, like this was exactly how the two of you were meant to be all along. You leaned back on your knees, watching as her head fell back against the pillows. The new position gave you a better view of her, allowing you to watch her as you fucked her. You looked down at where your hips met, leaning back just far enough to watch as you fucked into her, the sight sending you feral. Every time you moved your hips forward, you focused on her cunt as you buried yourself in her, losing yourself to the feeling of her being wrapped around you, to the feeling of her being yours.

You carefully guided her leg out from behind you, slowing your movements just enough that you could press the back of her leg against your chest. You repeated the process with her other leg, her ankles resting on your shoulders as your hands clamped around the front of her thighs. As you thrust your hips forward, you pulled her back on you. She was perfectly pressed against you, the new position allowing you to reach a deeper angle. You reached toward, letting your fingers trace over her stomach, rapidly rising and falling as she took deep breaths to calm herself. Slowly, your hand continued upwards, stopping as you reached her chest and your thumb drifted over her nipple.

You flattened your palm against her breast, squeezing the flesh with just a little bit of force as you turned your head to the side. You pressed a kiss to the side of her leg, your eyes fluttering closed as you took the opportunity to let yourself live in the moment. The feeling of her so close, the sounds falling from her lips, your name as she sung it like a hymn, as if you were worthy of such praise. She was perfect, absolutely beautiful and worth so much more than what you could give her. This moment, the one you were lucky enough to be living in, made the six years of pain worth it. A single second spent with her was enough to rid you of every bad thing that ever happened, and made up for every bad thing to come.

You felt like the luckiest man alive, just because you had the privilege of loving her. Even if it was not returned, even if you were left empty handed every time, sentenced to a life of suffering at her hands, you were more privileged than anyone else in the entire world. Knowing her was a blessing, and knowing her well enough to fall in love was a gift. Even if she walked away, left you behind and never looked back, it wouldn’t matter; you were still able to say you knew her at all, and you loved her as much as you could.

It’s not like she was a hard person to fall in love with anyway; the first time your eyes fell upon her, the first time you felt the aura of warmth and kindness that she carried around with her, you were too far gone. The first time she spoke your name, her eyes glimmering with curiosity as she tried to figure you out, you were long past in love. Everything that came after was just an aid to push you forward into the grave, dug and ready for your return when you finally succumbed to the sickness of loving her.

Now, six years later, after spending countless days wondering if your time was up and the pain from missing her would finally take its toll, she was back in your arms and loving you like she never left in the first place.

The whole thing was surreal, confusing and conflicting but fantastic all the same. There were so many unspoken things, questions you feared to ask and dreaded to be answered. The hurt in your heart was nearly healed, so dull that you could almost forget it was there, but it was. Although the night was perfect, better than even you expected, you couldn’t pretend that all of the sorrow disappeared completely. You needed to talk, to get it off your chest and clear the air and express the uncertainty of the whole thing, but you couldn’t do it yet.

When the morning came, it would be out in the air. You would tell her everything you promised to keep secret forever, and you would urge her to do the same, but not now. The time wasn’t right, and you wanted to cherish the moment rather than ruin it with guilt and regret. You believed it to be for the best, but in the back of your mind there was a haunting feeling, making you wonder if putting it off was the worst thing you could have done.

“Harder, Jake.” She pleaded, her hands reaching out for you as she pulled you back to reality. “Need more, please.”

“More?” You smirked, your previous thoughts fleeing you without a trace. “Don’t be greedy, sweetheart. You’re better than that.” You taunted, rolling her hardened nipple between your thumb and forefinger. You intentionally slowed your movements, just to piss her off. Her expression faltered, the corners of her lips dipping down into a frown as her eyes pleaded with you to reconsider.

“Baby, please.” She whined, displeased with your response. Your pace slowed significantly, but you added a little more force behind your thrusts as you moved, watching as her eyebrows furrowed with each impact.

“Fine.” You muttered, sliding her legs from your shoulders as you slowed to a complete stop. You grabbed her hip with one hand, slipping your other arm under her lower back, and with one fluent movement, you rolled onto your back and flipped her on top of you. She reacted fast, moving her legs to better position herself, happy that you managed to do it without pulling out of her. “You want it so bad, fucking work for it.” You snapped, your head resting on the pillows as you admired the view of her on top of you. She did as she was told, but you were uncertain if it was because of your harsh words or her dire need for more.

Her hips started at a slow pace, rocking forward as she placed her palm flat on your chest. You kept your hands on her hips, aiding her movement ever so slightly. You didn’t want to do too much, wanting her to know if she was unhappy with what you were giving her, she would have to do it herself.

“Is that better, sweetheart? Or do you still need more?” Your tone was snide, just like the backhanded comment, but she didn’t seem phased by it at all. If anything, you noticed her hips move faster as she moaned in response.

Maybe the position wasn’t going to teach a lesson, but rather make it harder for you to hold your own orgasm back.

The visual was unlike anything else in the whole world, her back arched as she swiveled her hips, her hair falling over her shoulders as her head fell back in bliss, her tits bouncing as she fucked you, desperate to get herself off now that you stopped doing it for her. She was a masterpiece, and seeing her like that made it difficult to ignore the pleasure rising within you.

“S-so good, Jake.” She said, squeezing around you as she bounced herself on your cock. “Doesn’t it feel good, baby?” She asked, tipping her head back down towards you. The look in her eyes was lethal, like she was playing a game you had no idea you started. Her pupils were blown with lust, her eyes dark as she awaited your response.

You made her suffer, and she was going to give it right back.

“Fuck yeah, it does.” You growled, taking in a sharp breath as your fingers squeezed her hip. “Like you were fucking made for me, angel.” You felt her walls flutter around you at the sound of your words, as if the thought alone had sent her spiraling. If she wanted to taunt you, you had no problem giving it back. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir.” She spat the word like it was a sour taste on her tongue, hitting you with impact and making it hard to focus on anything else. Your breath caught in your throat, your cock throbbing inside of her as she came back down on you. You weren’t sure if you could keep up with her, the climax threatening to take hold as she held your gaze.

You didn’t want it to end—no, you couldn’t let it end, yet.

“Look so pretty when you ride me, sunshine.” You breathed, the words slurred together as you helped force her hips down on you.

“You like watching me fuck you, sir?” She asked, letting her nails scratch down your chest, all the way down to your stomach, stopping just before the point where the two of you met. You couldn’t swallow back the strangled cry that left your lips, knowing that if it were a competition, she was definitely in the lead. She was driving you crazy, making it difficult to think of anything other than how good it felt to be inside of her. You had no idea where it was coming from, but you did know that you never wanted her to stop.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She crooned, leaning her top half down towards you, stopping just as her chest hovered over your own. Her lips were close to yours, tempting you to lean in and kiss her, but you stayed in position, eager to see what she would do next. “Can’t handle it, now?” She whispered, her nose brushing yours as her warm breath hit your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed, your brow furrowing as your jaw clenched, trying so hard to hold yourself together.

She leaned forward a little further, closing the gap between your faces as her lips landed on yours. Carefully, she pulled your lower lip between your teeth and applied a slight pressure to it, sending your entire body trembling. Your free hand raised to the back of her neck, holding her mouth to yours as your other held her hip in place. Once she adjusted to your hold, you raised your hips off the bed and slammed yourself into her. The impact took her by surprise, and a moan tore through her as the tip of your cock brushed against her g-spot. You drank in the sound as if it were necessary for survival, wondering if you could get her to do it again.

You continued the pace, holding her there as you fucked into her, torturing yourself as you pushed yourself closer to an orgasm. You were floored at how easy it was for her to get you there, knowing that at the very core, it had everything to do with how strongly you felt for her. She broke from the kiss, her previous cockiness fleeing her as she cried out in pleasure.

“There you go, baby.” You grinned, your mouth just hovering over her ear.

“Oh god, Jake.” She whimpered, her hands holding onto you for support. A small smile pulled at your lips at her words.

“Like that pretty mouth so much more when you’re saying my name like that.”

“Could think of a b-better use for it.” She hissed through her teeth, the tail end of her sentence leaving her with more resemblance to a growl. The filthy words took you by surprise, a sudden flash of her on her knees with your dick in her mouth appearing behind your eyes. Your hips stuttered, an intense wave of euphoria taking hold as your dick twitched inside of her.

In a split second decision, you mustered all of the strength you could and roughly lifted her hips off of you. The loss of her was nearly debilitating, the imminent need of an orgasm changing into a dull, irritating ache instead. Before she could open her mouth to complain about it, you pulled her upwards as you slid down on the mattress. As if in perfect tune with you, she settled her thighs on either side of your head, helping you as you quickly changed into the new position.

“Fuck!” She groaned, thrown straight back into pleasure as you pulled her hips down onto your face and your tongue met with her core.

The taste of her was intoxicating, and you felt drunk off lust the moment your tongue swiped over her clit. She was close already, and you knew you wouldn’t have to work too hard to get her where you wanted her. Instead of giving it to her right away, you decided to hold out on her a little longer, enjoying yourself despite her dismay. You dipped your tongue down to her entrance, pushing it inside her with little hesitation. You used your hands on her ass to force her down further, silently begging her to relax against you and trust that it would be okay.

Her hand was anchored on the headboard, holding herself upright as you worked at her. The desperate cries and moans filling the air were obscene, every one stronger than the last. Her throat was raw, her body tired and her mind focused on one thing only. You felt her lower herself on your face a little further, growing more comfortable with the position as the need for an orgasm grew stronger. You hummed against her, showing her your appreciation for her reaction as you trailed your tongue back up to circle her clit.

“Jake.” She warned, knowing that after everything you had put her through tonight, she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. You debated, wondering if you wanted to let her cum yet, or if you could push her a little further. “M’gonna cum, baby. Please don’t stop.” She whispered, her tone airy and filled with defeat. She couldn’t fight it any longer, and you didn’t have the heart to take it away from her.

You felt her rock her hips against your tongue, in desperate search of the pleasure she knew only you could give her. She let out a long string of profanities, her cries only encouraging you further. You let out a long moan, the vibration running straight through her as she grinded down on your tongue. You were aching, the break from fucking her barely doing anything to stave off your own orgasm. The sounds she was making, the sloppiness of her actions, and the taste of her arousal as you swallowed her down was enough to get you off without her having to touch you at all.

You suctioned your lips around her clit, tracing slow circles around it with your tongue. You were determined now, needing her to cum almost as badly as she needed it. You had to feel her again, to be so close to her that you couldn’t possibly think of anything else, and you needed it more than you ever needed anything else in your entire life.

“Oh fuck.” She cried, her thighs squeezing against your skull as you pushed her over the edge. You loosened your hold on her hips, pinching her ass between your thumb and forefinger as if to give her the okay to let go. As you did so, you felt her legs begin to tremble and her words begin to fail her. She succumbed to the pleasure, riding out the high for as long as she could. You worked her through it, not slowing the movements of your tongue until you felt her relax against you.

Once the threat of overstimulation began, you removed your mouth from her, pushing her down towards your chest as you came up for air. Your lungs were burning, desperate for oxygen as she stared down at you, a look of amazement in her eyes as if she forgot how good sex could be. You didn’t dwell, although the compliment washed over you quite nicely. Instead, you forced her further down your body, snaking back up between her legs as she settled her hips over yours.

She was exhausted, her eyes heavy and her body loose as you lined your cock up with her cunt. She let out a pathetic sigh as you ran the tip through her folds, paying close attention to her sensitive clit for a moment longer than she liked. You only teased for a second, knowing you couldn’t handle it much longer, either. You slid back down to her entrance, pulling her down slightly, giving her a moment to breathe before you started again. When she had no complaints, you pulled her all the way down again, filling her completely.

“Ah, fuck sweetheart.” You hissed, raising your hips off the bed as your head fell backwards into the pillows. “Feel so fuckin’ good.” Slowly, she began to rock her hips forward, fighting her exhaustion to see the night through.

“Yeah?” She muttered, her heavy eyes staring a hole through you as she kept a slow, but powerful pace. “Tell me about it, baby. Wanna hear how good it feels.” She came back down on you with a little more force, knocking the air from your lungs and sending your mind swirling with need for her.

That was the key; you had to be good to her in order for her to be good to you.

“You always know how to make me feel good, sunshine.” You guided her top half down towards you, one hand on the back of her neck as you pressed your lips to the side of it. You flattened your tongue against the skin, slowly trailing it upwards and stopping just below her ear, where you let your lips suction to the skin and sucked in a light mark. You felt her shudder under the touch, her entire body vibrating as she held herself upright. “I only thought about you. Never anyone else, because you’re the only one who can do it right.” Your hand tightened around her neck ever so slightly, the words muffled against her skin as you grazed your teeth over the surface.

“Because I’m yours, Jake.” She added, not daring to let you forget it.

As if you could ever forget that.

“Say it again.” You pleaded, trying your hardest to keep a steady voice as you trailed kisses down her collarbone.

“I’m yours, baby. I always will be.” She promised, her hips stuttering as your mouth reached her chest. You pulled one of her nipples between your teeth, applying slight pressure. Her breath caught in her throat, her lazy movements growing more intense at the new feeling. You let your tongue run over it, using your hand on her ass to keep her hips moving.

She let you do as you pleased with her for a moment longer, enjoying everything you were giving her, and then she straightened herself up, ready to finish what she started. She caught your gaze, her expression stony as she braced herself with a palm on your chest.

“Cum for me, baby.” She said, her tone gravelly as she spoke. You took in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be so forward but knowing that it wouldn’t take much more to comply with her demands. “Want you to fill me.”

“Fuck.” You groaned, thrusting your hips upwards to meet her time. The fire within you was raging, brighter and stronger than ever before, and it was all because of her. There was nobody in the world who could compare. “That’s what you want? You want to be my little whore?” A whimper fell from her lips at the sound, knowing that’s exactly what she wanted.

“Yes, please.” She nodded, completely fucked out but desperate to please you. “Want it so bad.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” You whispered, moving one of your hands between her legs. Your thumb landed on her clit, still slick with her arousal. You began to trace circles into her, watching as her expression twisted into one of pleasure. “But you have to cum with me. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, clenching around you as the pressure began to build in the pit of her stomach.

“I know you can, baby. Always so good for me.” You uttered the praise, unable to tear your eyes away from her face. “My good girl.”

“Fuck, Jake.” She breathed, her movements sloppy as she tried to focus through the waves of pleasure coursing through her. You felt it too, just as strong and just as maddening. It felt like it was pulsing under your skin, infiltrating every nerve and igniting it with a raging flame.

“Go ahead, angel.” You encouraged, rocking your hips upward to make up for her lack of energy. “Take what’s yours, sunshine.” You felt her thighs squeeze around you, a telltale sign that she was there and you didn’t need to work much harder. You felt something unfamiliar take over, driven by carnal desire and blinded by lust. You didn’t need to do anything more, but you wanted to. It had been so long since you had her, and six years of pent up love was flowing freely all at once. “Come on, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock.”

That seemed to be the tipping point, sending her spiraling and your name tumbling from her lips in a slur of moans. You tried your best to sit upright, careful not to disturb her as you wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close to you. You didn’t care about anything other than holding her as you reached your own orgasm, the feeling of her chest pressed to your own and the wild rhythms of your hearts working in time with each other furthering the already overwhelming euphoria you were experiencing. As she began to come down, you felt yourself reach the peak, her walls squeezing around you as you spilled your release into her. Her arms wrapped around your neck, holding you to her as you muttered a long string of curses.

It took a few moments to regain yourself after the intensity of the climax passed you by, but you didn’t dare move away from her. You held her close, the scent of her shampoo surrounding you and the lingering smell of her perfume. It was comforting, familiar even though it had been so long, and it felt like you were finally at peace—at home.

You pressed your lips to her chest, feeling the thud of her heart as your lips lingered on her skin. Your eyes were closed, your entire body and mind begging you to keep her there and never let go. You wouldn’t let her slip through your fingers again. You couldn’t let her go again.

“Would it be too much if I said I loved you?” She asked, her voice quiet as her fingers tangled in the hair sitting at the nape of your neck. A small smile sprouted on your lips, knowing you would never chastise her for saying that.

“Just this once.” You teased, resting your head on her shoulder as she relaxed into your hold even further. “Sunshine, I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for six years. Say it again, please. Never stop saying it. I’d be happy if that’s the only thing you ever said to me ever again.” She giggled at your rambling, swiping the hair away from your face as you nuzzled your head into her neck.

“Okay,” she whispered, the smile evident in her tone. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” She sang, leaning her head close to your ear so you didn’t miss a single syllable. “Been waiting a long time to say it, bug.” She explained, lightly trailing her fingers up and down your bicep. You shivered at the touch, understanding that this was it. This was the best that life could ever get, the most love you could ever feel, and the most peace the world could ever bring. She was it—she was everything, and you hoped to god that when the morning came, she would be yours again, for good this time.

“I love you.” You muttered, letting out a long sigh of relief. You didn’t know how badly you needed her until she was back in your arms, just where she always belonged.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had, I think.” She pondered aloud, deeming it important enough for you to know, too.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, nodding against her. “I think so too.” You concluded. “Guess we really did make a mess.” You joked, lightening the mood and steering away from the emotions weighing heavily on you.

“Mhm.” She hummed, as if she was deep in thought about it. Then, she pulled away from you, gently pushing you backwards. “I can help with that.” She whispered, a sparkle of mischief in her eye.

“What?” You smiled, confused at her sudden withdrawal and grieving the loss almost immediately.

Without any further explanation, she slowly lifted her hips off of you, settling on her knees between your legs. You propped yourself up on your elbows, leaning back so you could watch as she made her next move. She shimmied herself backward on the mattress, catching your eye as she leaned forward, her head just above your lingering erection. You took in a sharp breath, realizing what she was doing only as she opened her mouth and brought the tip of your cock between her lips.

“Fuck, angel.” You groaned, the words a strangled mess as she bobbed her head down on your length. Her tongue flattened against the underside of your dick, and as you hit the back of her throat, you felt her swallow down your release. You shuddered at the feeling, watching her in amazement as she cleaned up the mess with little hesitation. Slowly, she withdrew her head, flicking her tongue over your tip to ensure she didn’t miss a drop. A strangled cry left your lips as she suctioned her cheeks slightly, sensitive from the orgasm and being pushed straight back into the cloud of lust you managed to escape only seconds earlier.

She pulled her head away, your cock falling from her lips with a slight pop as her eyes fluttered up to meet yours. A smile was on her lips as she raised the back of her hand to her mouth, wiping away the trail of spit that had fallen on her chin. A growl sounded from deep in your chest as you reached down, using both of your hands to pull her back towards you.

“You trying to fuckin’ kill me, woman?” You rushed out, guiding her head towards yours as you captured her in a kiss. The taste of both of you on her tongue sent you spiraling all over again, wondering how one person could produce such a strong emotion within you. For a split second, you truly believed that she would be the death of you, and you were okay with that. Death at her hands seemed to be the best way to go, because you would be able to leave the world with love in your heart and sunshine in your eyes.

She pulled away, not straying too far as her nose brushed up against your own. Through her lashes, you could see her looking at you, the same sparkle of love shining through them as you had when you thought of her. For a moment, you wondered if she ever stopped feeling that, even for a second, because you knew that you hadn’t and likely never would.

“Stay here with me.” You breathed, the request coming out as a demand rather than a question. You couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving, and you longed to fall asleep wrapped up in her and wake up to her beside you. “Please.” You added, flashing her a smile. Her lips were turned with the same, joyus expression.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” She assured you. You collapsed back onto the mattress, your head falling back on the pillows as she laid comfortably on your chest. You couldn’t help but think that the two of you fit together perfectly, like you truly were made for each other. You closed your eyes, holding her close as you finally let your guard down fully after what felt like an eternity.

After six years of building it up, locking everyone out without a second thought, she came back and knocked it down with ease.

Six years and three songs later, you were eighteen again, loving her with every fiber of your being and forgetting what it felt like to feel any other way. Long past in love and destined to remain that way for eternity, you only hoped that this time, the outcome would be different, that you had grown and learned enough to keep her by your side forever.

Six years and three songs later, you prayed to any god that would listen, asking them if it was finally enough this time.

Six years and three songs later, you prayed that you wouldn’t end up broken, just like you did when you gave her the damned CD in the first place.

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[jakesbeloved]

Ahh this reminded me of my fic🤭 couldn't agree more about jake⚔️

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[jakesbeloved]

Hi love! Can I be added to your taglist? Pretty please!

Yes of course darling, I'll make sure to tag you in the upcoming chapters ☺️💋

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Im glad you liked it my love 🥹❣️

Reasons for waiting𓇢𓆸 | Chapter 1 |

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Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, implied sex but not actual smut

Word count: 7k+

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Brushing through your locks with your flower decorated hair brush, you dared to steal a glance through your bedrooms window. It overlooked your beautiful garden, full of the most beautiful roses and the most vibrant tulips. There were all kinds of flowers, but those definitely stood out the most. You wrapped your violet night gown around yourself, peeking your head out the window in order to get a better look at the garden; it wasn't the flowers you were searching for.

Your lovely guard was nowhere to be seen, his figure that was often turnt to your window is out of sight now. Your heart sank a little, a minute of his absence felt like an eternity of loneliness.

"Hmm, where could he be?.." You whispered to yourself in wonder, your bare feet dancing around your soft bed before you plopped down on it, the smell of him still lingering on your silken sheets. You breathed it in softly, the familiar, comforting scent filling your lungs in a warm embrace.

Deep in wonder, you started dozing off, your body still bare of your red comforter.

Lost in thoughts, ascending to the dream created spaces above, you flinched at a sound. You thought you imagined it but then you heard it once again.

A soft knock on the door sounded throughout your bedroom, the castle so empty at this late hour that even the sound of a fly would echo through the long halls. You rubbed your eyes, willing your body to get up from the bed.

"Who is it?" You called out, wrapping your gown even tighter around your form to look a little more appropriate in case it was someone you weren't too familiar with.

You were met with nothing but silence, the lack of response confusing you further more. Surely you haven't imagined it?

Deciding to test your luck, you took a few quiet steps to the door, pressing your ear up against it. Again, you heard nothing short of silence.

An irritated frown painted your face now, your brows furrowing in annoyance. "Is someone pulling jokes on me?" you creaked the door open just a bit, but before you could question anything else, the door was pushed wide open, making you stumble a step or two.

"What in the world-" you looked up, only to be met with a familiar armour and an even more familiar smirk. "Jake!" you whispered yelled before practically jumping in his arms, not caring one bit about the hard metal of his guard armour pressing against your body.

You pulled away from him for a split second in order to quietly shut and lock the door behind you, ensuring that nobody will hear the two of you. Your lovely guard could not keep you from his arms for too long, for he hasn't seen you all day, so before you knew it, two strong hands were firmly yet gently pulling you back, your spine softly colliding against a steel covered chest.

Although the metal of his armour suit was cold, somehow his warmth managed to seep and spread through the material, enveloping you in a calming embrace. You let out a sigh of relief, welcoming in the familiar feeling of protection and safeness in his arms as he held you, almost like he'd never let you go.

"You fool..." You scolded, without a hint of anger in your voice though. "You could've gotten us caught... Sneaking off like that. Did my father let you off duty today, hm?" You threw him a glance over your shoulder, his tree colored irises meeting your gaze.

"My love..." He bowed his head a bit, his nose trailing a path up your neck, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin and spreading shivers all over your body. He breathed in - for he found comfort in your scent as well as you found it in his.

"You can't blame a mere mortal man for missing his darling now, can you? Besides..." He moved your hair out the way, pressing a delicate kiss to the back of your neck. "I know my darling has missed me too."

You breath hitched at his tone, a fire already burning in the pit of your stomach.

"And to answer your question, yes and no... I wasn't guarding the castle, but your father has sent me to look out in case any men from 'Over the Mountains' were sent from the court. A word has been going around that they're trying to ally with us."

You hummed in response, processing his words.

'Over the Mountains', also knowns as 'Valoria's' (your kingdom) rival court. The two kingdoms have been rivaling against each other even when your ancestors were still present... Funny how a man can get so upset over a piece of land.

Eventually the war and the loss of men has subsided, but the hatred and tension still remained. Your people didn't mix well with their people, and when there was a need for help or support - whether your court or the other one needed it - it was very hard to get.

You, however, had no say in it whatsoever. And honestly?.. You didn't mind it one bit. You were more than happy to stay in the shadows, indulged in a book or helping out the hard working people at your castle. You've always thought that they don't get enough appreciation.

But your favorite thing, what you really loved doing the most? Being with your lover.

You two would often sneak off, either into the secluded depths of your garden where you know you're safe from wandering eyes, or - when you're feeling risky - you'd find yourself pulling him in your own bedroom. Pretty much like tonight.

This was a game you two often played - loving, lustful whispers and secret brushes and touches of his hands just had to do when you were surrounded by people.

It was unfortunate, it really was, that you had to keep your love a secret. There were many times when you just wanted to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him for everyone to see, for everyone to know that you were his and he was yours.

But you couldn't, for your parents trusted him way too much. He couldn't betray their trust... Lord knows how he'd be punished.

Despite your misfortune, you knew that he was worth it. There was no one in the world like him, no one that could set fireworks in your heart like he did. He was not only your guardian, but also your guide, for he encouraged you to get to know your body and soul on a more intimate level. It's ironic really, since he learnt the way you work even better than you in the end.

He always knew where to touch, to kiss and to lick, and you'd often entertained the fact that you'd led him take you again, again and again if you could. And you truly, truly would.

He not only guarded you with all his power and strength, but he always made sure you were taken care of. He'd have you climax, over and over again, before even thinking about his own pleasure. He was so selfless, so thoughtful, that you'd often find yourself sinking to your knees, showing him just how grateful you are. He had shown you that sex goes beyond the purpose of bearing children, shown you what it means to feel pleasure, that meeting of two people so intimately could be beautiful. In all honesty, he was truly one of a kind.

To him, yes - you were a princess - but only of his heart. And to you, he was not your castle guard, but the guard of your heart.

From time to time in the past, your parents would bring a royal family over, and they'd often happen to magically have a son or two. It all felt rather forced, for your parents weren't much of romantics; they only saw them for how wealthy they were.

Still, with an open heart and open mind, you manged to at least try and take interest in each boy. But each time, it felt harder and harder, knowing that nobody could light that fiery spark within you like the certain guard you'd cast your eyes upon, each day as he stood at your gardens gate.

You turned to face him now, your fingers coming up to brush over his rose painted cheeks. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, hands coming up to rest at your hips.

"My brave, brave guard..." You whispered, slowly helping him out of his heavy metal armour. "After all those responsibilities, you still came to seek me... When did I ever get so lucky?" You whispered out, more to yourself in wonder as an even deeper blush settled on Jake's cheeks.

"I'm the lucky one, your highness." He protested, his eyes opening to a darker shade as he looked at you.

"Jake, I told you not to call me that..." You sighed, your finger absentmindedly trailing down to trace along his lips. He immediately pursed his lips, resting a soft kiss against the digit.

"I know, my love... It just reminds me of how lucky I am to have my princess. You know I'd do anything for you..."

You released another sigh as you gazed at him, your hands coming up to run through his hair.

"I've been aching for you all day... I think there is something that you can do for me." You smirked, feeling yourself blush at your own boldness. His eyes went seemingly darker, a barely there growl releasing from the back of his throat at your words.

"Is that so, hm?" His fingers tightened their grip on your hips, his feet carrying him forward to back you up against the bed.

You nodded, slowly and teasingly slipping the night gown off your shoulders. With that, he pushed you back on your crimson sheets, arms dropping down to rest on either sides of your head as his signature coin necklace dangled above your face.

"I am at your service then."

~The End.~

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A/N: Okay so before you kill me for not finishing the smut part, I promise you that there is more to come... I just wanted to make a little beginning to start off with🤭 Thank you all so so much for the support you've already granted and let me know how you liked this chapter! All my love... ~jakesbeloved 💌

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[jakesbeloved]

THANK YOU SM💌☺️

Reasons for waiting𓇢𓆸 | Chapter 1 |

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Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, implied sex but not actual smut

Word count: 7k+

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Brushing through your locks with your flower decorated hair brush, you dared to steal a glance through your bedrooms window. It overlooked your beautiful garden, full of the most beautiful roses and the most vibrant tulips. There were all kinds of flowers, but those definitely stood out the most. You wrapped your violet night gown around yourself, peeking your head out the window in order to get a better look at the garden; it wasn't the flowers you were searching for.

Your lovely guard was nowhere to be seen, his figure that was often turnt to your window is out of sight now. Your heart sank a little, a minute of his absence felt like an eternity of loneliness.

"Hmm, where could he be?.." You whispered to yourself in wonder, your bare feet dancing around your soft bed before you plopped down on it, the smell of him still lingering on your silken sheets. You breathed it in softly, the familiar, comforting scent filling your lungs in a warm embrace.

Deep in wonder, you started dozing off, your body still bare of your red comforter.

Lost in thoughts, ascending to the dream created spaces above, you flinched at a sound. You thought you imagined it but then you heard it once again.

A soft knock on the door sounded throughout your bedroom, the castle so empty at this late hour that even the sound of a fly would echo through the long halls. You rubbed your eyes, willing your body to get up from the bed.

"Who is it?" You called out, wrapping your gown even tighter around your form to look a little more appropriate in case it was someone you weren't too familiar with.

You were met with nothing but silence, the lack of response confusing you further more. Surely you haven't imagined it?

Deciding to test your luck, you took a few quiet steps to the door, pressing your ear up against it. Again, you heard nothing short of silence.

An irritated frown painted your face now, your brows furrowing in annoyance. "Is someone pulling jokes on me?" you creaked the door open just a bit, but before you could question anything else, the door was pushed wide open, making you stumble a step or two.

"What in the world-" you looked up, only to be met with a familiar armour and an even more familiar smirk. "Jake!" you whispered yelled before practically jumping in his arms, not caring one bit about the hard metal of his guard armour pressing against your body.

You pulled away from him for a split second in order to quietly shut and lock the door behind you, ensuring that nobody will hear the two of you. Your lovely guard could not keep you from his arms for too long, for he hasn't seen you all day, so before you knew it, two strong hands were firmly yet gently pulling you back, your spine softly colliding against a steel covered chest.

Although the metal of his armour suit was cold, somehow his warmth managed to seep and spread through the material, enveloping you in a calming embrace. You let out a sigh of relief, welcoming in the familiar feeling of protection and safeness in his arms as he held you, almost like he'd never let you go.

"You fool..." You scolded, without a hint of anger in your voice though. "You could've gotten us caught... Sneaking off like that. Did my father let you off duty today, hm?" You threw him a glance over your shoulder, his tree colored irises meeting your gaze.

"My love..." He bowed his head a bit, his nose trailing a path up your neck, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin and spreading shivers all over your body. He breathed in - for he found comfort in your scent as well as you found it in his.

"You can't blame a mere mortal man for missing his darling now, can you? Besides..." He moved your hair out the way, pressing a delicate kiss to the back of your neck. "I know my darling has missed me too."

You breath hitched at his tone, a fire already burning in the pit of your stomach.

"And to answer your question, yes and no... I wasn't guarding the castle, but your father has sent me to look out in case any men from 'Over the Mountains' were sent from the court. A word has been going around that they're trying to ally with us."

You hummed in response, processing his words.

'Over the Mountains', also knowns as 'Valoria's' (your kingdom) rival court. The two kingdoms have been rivaling against each other even when your ancestors were still present... Funny how a man can get so upset over a piece of land.

Eventually the war and the loss of men has subsided, but the hatred and tension still remained. Your people didn't mix well with their people, and when there was a need for help or support - whether your court or the other one needed it - it was very hard to get.

You, however, had no say in it whatsoever. And honestly?.. You didn't mind it one bit. You were more than happy to stay in the shadows, indulged in a book or helping out the hard working people at your castle. You've always thought that they don't get enough appreciation.

But your favorite thing, what you really loved doing the most? Being with your lover.

You two would often sneak off, either into the secluded depths of your garden where you know you're safe from wandering eyes, or - when you're feeling risky - you'd find yourself pulling him in your own bedroom. Pretty much like tonight.

This was a game you two often played - loving, lustful whispers and secret brushes and touches of his hands just had to do when you were surrounded by people.

It was unfortunate, it really was, that you had to keep your love a secret. There were many times when you just wanted to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him for everyone to see, for everyone to know that you were his and he was yours.

But you couldn't, for your parents trusted him way too much. He couldn't betray their trust... Lord knows how he'd be punished.

Despite your misfortune, you knew that he was worth it. There was no one in the world like him, no one that could set fireworks in your heart like he did. He was not only your guardian, but also your guide, for he encouraged you to get to know your body and soul on a more intimate level. It's ironic really, since he learnt the way you work even better than you in the end.

He always knew where to touch, to kiss and to lick, and you'd often entertained the fact that you'd led him take you again, again and again if you could. And you truly, truly would.

He not only guarded you with all his power and strength, but he always made sure you were taken care of. He'd have you climax, over and over again, before even thinking about his own pleasure. He was so selfless, so thoughtful, that you'd often find yourself sinking to your knees, showing him just how grateful you are. He had shown you that sex goes beyond the purpose of bearing children, shown you what it means to feel pleasure, that meeting of two people so intimately could be beautiful. In all honesty, he was truly one of a kind.

To him, yes - you were a princess - but only of his heart. And to you, he was not your castle guard, but the guard of your heart.

From time to time in the past, your parents would bring a royal family over, and they'd often happen to magically have a son or two. It all felt rather forced, for your parents weren't much of romantics; they only saw them for how wealthy they were.

Still, with an open heart and open mind, you manged to at least try and take interest in each boy. But each time, it felt harder and harder, knowing that nobody could light that fiery spark within you like the certain guard you'd cast your eyes upon, each day as he stood at your gardens gate.

You turned to face him now, your fingers coming up to brush over his rose painted cheeks. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, hands coming up to rest at your hips.

"My brave, brave guard..." You whispered, slowly helping him out of his heavy metal armour. "After all those responsibilities, you still came to seek me... When did I ever get so lucky?" You whispered out, more to yourself in wonder as an even deeper blush settled on Jake's cheeks.

"I'm the lucky one, your highness." He protested, his eyes opening to a darker shade as he looked at you.

"Jake, I told you not to call me that..." You sighed, your finger absentmindedly trailing down to trace along his lips. He immediately pursed his lips, resting a soft kiss against the digit.

"I know, my love... It just reminds me of how lucky I am to have my princess. You know I'd do anything for you..."

You released another sigh as you gazed at him, your hands coming up to run through his hair.

"I've been aching for you all day... I think there is something that you can do for me." You smirked, feeling yourself blush at your own boldness. His eyes went seemingly darker, a barely there growl releasing from the back of his throat at your words.

"Is that so, hm?" His fingers tightened their grip on your hips, his feet carrying him forward to back you up against the bed.

You nodded, slowly and teasingly slipping the night gown off your shoulders. With that, he pushed you back on your crimson sheets, arms dropping down to rest on either sides of your head as his signature coin necklace dangled above your face.

"I am at your service then."

~The End.~

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A/N: Okay so before you kill me for not finishing the smut part, I promise you that there is more to come... I just wanted to make a little beginning to start off with🤭 Thank you all so so much for the support you've already granted and let me know how you liked this chapter! All my love... ~jakesbeloved 💌

@vanfleeter @literal-dead-leaf @sanguinebats @lipstickitty @stardustjake @georgeharrisonlover

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[jakesbeloved]

Thank you darling 🥹🌹

Reasons for waiting𓇢𓆸 | Chapter 1 |

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Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, implied sex but not actual smut

Word count: 7k+

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Brushing through your locks with your flower decorated hair brush, you dared to steal a glance through your bedrooms window. It overlooked your beautiful garden, full of the most beautiful roses and the most vibrant tulips. There were all kinds of flowers, but those definitely stood out the most. You wrapped your violet night gown around yourself, peeking your head out the window in order to get a better look at the garden; it wasn't the flowers you were searching for.

Your lovely guard was nowhere to be seen, his figure that was often turnt to your window is out of sight now. Your heart sank a little, a minute of his absence felt like an eternity of loneliness.

"Hmm, where could he be?.." You whispered to yourself in wonder, your bare feet dancing around your soft bed before you plopped down on it, the smell of him still lingering on your silken sheets. You breathed it in softly, the familiar, comforting scent filling your lungs in a warm embrace.

Deep in wonder, you started dozing off, your body still bare of your red comforter.

Lost in thoughts, ascending to the dream created spaces above, you flinched at a sound. You thought you imagined it but then you heard it once again.

A soft knock on the door sounded throughout your bedroom, the castle so empty at this late hour that even the sound of a fly would echo through the long halls. You rubbed your eyes, willing your body to get up from the bed.

"Who is it?" You called out, wrapping your gown even tighter around your form to look a little more appropriate in case it was someone you weren't too familiar with.

You were met with nothing but silence, the lack of response confusing you further more. Surely you haven't imagined it?

Deciding to test your luck, you took a few quiet steps to the door, pressing your ear up against it. Again, you heard nothing short of silence.

An irritated frown painted your face now, your brows furrowing in annoyance. "Is someone pulling jokes on me?" you creaked the door open just a bit, but before you could question anything else, the door was pushed wide open, making you stumble a step or two.

"What in the world-" you looked up, only to be met with a familiar armour and an even more familiar smirk. "Jake!" you whispered yelled before practically jumping in his arms, not caring one bit about the hard metal of his guard armour pressing against your body.

You pulled away from him for a split second in order to quietly shut and lock the door behind you, ensuring that nobody will hear the two of you. Your lovely guard could not keep you from his arms for too long, for he hasn't seen you all day, so before you knew it, two strong hands were firmly yet gently pulling you back, your spine softly colliding against a steel covered chest.

Although the metal of his armour suit was cold, somehow his warmth managed to seep and spread through the material, enveloping you in a calming embrace. You let out a sigh of relief, welcoming in the familiar feeling of protection and safeness in his arms as he held you, almost like he'd never let you go.

"You fool..." You scolded, without a hint of anger in your voice though. "You could've gotten us caught... Sneaking off like that. Did my father let you off duty today, hm?" You threw him a glance over your shoulder, his tree colored irises meeting your gaze.

"My love..." He bowed his head a bit, his nose trailing a path up your neck, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin and spreading shivers all over your body. He breathed in - for he found comfort in your scent as well as you found it in his.

"You can't blame a mere mortal man for missing his darling now, can you? Besides..." He moved your hair out the way, pressing a delicate kiss to the back of your neck. "I know my darling has missed me too."

You breath hitched at his tone, a fire already burning in the pit of your stomach.

"And to answer your question, yes and no... I wasn't guarding the castle, but your father has sent me to look out in case any men from 'Over the Mountains' were sent from the court. A word has been going around that they're trying to ally with us."

You hummed in response, processing his words.

'Over the Mountains', also knowns as 'Valoria's' (your kingdom) rival court. The two kingdoms have been rivaling against each other even when your ancestors were still present... Funny how a man can get so upset over a piece of land.

Eventually the war and the loss of men has subsided, but the hatred and tension still remained. Your people didn't mix well with their people, and when there was a need for help or support - whether your court or the other one needed it - it was very hard to get.

You, however, had no say in it whatsoever. And honestly?.. You didn't mind it one bit. You were more than happy to stay in the shadows, indulged in a book or helping out the hard working people at your castle. You've always thought that they don't get enough appreciation.

But your favorite thing, what you really loved doing the most? Being with your lover.

You two would often sneak off, either into the secluded depths of your garden where you know you're safe from wandering eyes, or - when you're feeling risky - you'd find yourself pulling him in your own bedroom. Pretty much like tonight.

This was a game you two often played - loving, lustful whispers and secret brushes and touches of his hands just had to do when you were surrounded by people.

It was unfortunate, it really was, that you had to keep your love a secret. There were many times when you just wanted to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him for everyone to see, for everyone to know that you were his and he was yours.

But you couldn't, for your parents trusted him way too much. He couldn't betray their trust... Lord knows how he'd be punished.

Despite your misfortune, you knew that he was worth it. There was no one in the world like him, no one that could set fireworks in your heart like he did. He was not only your guardian, but also your guide, for he encouraged you to get to know your body and soul on a more intimate level. It's ironic really, since he learnt the way you work even better than you in the end.

He always knew where to touch, to kiss and to lick, and you'd often entertained the fact that you'd led him take you again, again and again if you could. And you truly, truly would.

He not only guarded you with all his power and strength, but he always made sure you were taken care of. He'd have you climax, over and over again, before even thinking about his own pleasure. He was so selfless, so thoughtful, that you'd often find yourself sinking to your knees, showing him just how grateful you are. He had shown you that sex goes beyond the purpose of bearing children, shown you what it means to feel pleasure, that meeting of two people so intimately could be beautiful. In all honesty, he was truly one of a kind.

To him, yes - you were a princess - but only of his heart. And to you, he was not your castle guard, but the guard of your heart.

From time to time in the past, your parents would bring a royal family over, and they'd often happen to magically have a son or two. It all felt rather forced, for your parents weren't much of romantics; they only saw them for how wealthy they were.

Still, with an open heart and open mind, you manged to at least try and take interest in each boy. But each time, it felt harder and harder, knowing that nobody could light that fiery spark within you like the certain guard you'd cast your eyes upon, each day as he stood at your gardens gate.

You turned to face him now, your fingers coming up to brush over his rose painted cheeks. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, hands coming up to rest at your hips.

"My brave, brave guard..." You whispered, slowly helping him out of his heavy metal armour. "After all those responsibilities, you still came to seek me... When did I ever get so lucky?" You whispered out, more to yourself in wonder as an even deeper blush settled on Jake's cheeks.

"I'm the lucky one, your highness." He protested, his eyes opening to a darker shade as he looked at you.

"Jake, I told you not to call me that..." You sighed, your finger absentmindedly trailing down to trace along his lips. He immediately pursed his lips, resting a soft kiss against the digit.

"I know, my love... It just reminds me of how lucky I am to have my princess. You know I'd do anything for you..."

You released another sigh as you gazed at him, your hands coming up to run through his hair.

"I've been aching for you all day... I think there is something that you can do for me." You smirked, feeling yourself blush at your own boldness. His eyes went seemingly darker, a barely there growl releasing from the back of his throat at your words.

"Is that so, hm?" His fingers tightened their grip on your hips, his feet carrying him forward to back you up against the bed.

You nodded, slowly and teasingly slipping the night gown off your shoulders. With that, he pushed you back on your crimson sheets, arms dropping down to rest on either sides of your head as his signature coin necklace dangled above your face.

"I am at your service then."

~The End.~

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A/N: Okay so before you kill me for not finishing the smut part, I promise you that there is more to come... I just wanted to make a little beginning to start off with🤭 Thank you all so so much for the support you've already granted and let me know how you liked this chapter! All my love... ~jakesbeloved 💌

@vanfleeter @literal-dead-leaf @sanguinebats @lipstickitty @stardustjake @georgeharrisonlover

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[jakesbeloved]

Reasons for waiting𓇢𓆸 | Chapter 1 |

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Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, implied sex but not actual smut

Word count: 7k+

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Brushing through your locks with your flower decorated hair brush, you dared to steal a glance through your bedrooms window. It overlooked your beautiful garden, full of the most beautiful roses and the most vibrant tulips. There were all kinds of flowers, but those definitely stood out the most. You wrapped your violet night gown around yourself, peeking your head out the window in order to get a better look at the garden; it wasn't the flowers you were searching for.

Your lovely guard was nowhere to be seen, his figure that was often turnt to your window is out of sight now. Your heart sank a little, a minute of his absence felt like an eternity of loneliness.

"Hmm, where could he be?.." You whispered to yourself in wonder, your bare feet dancing around your soft bed before you plopped down on it, the smell of him still lingering on your silken sheets. You breathed it in softly, the familiar, comforting scent filling your lungs in a warm embrace.

Deep in wonder, you started dozing off, your body still bare of your red comforter.

Lost in thoughts, ascending to the dream created spaces above, you flinched at a sound. You thought you imagined it but then you heard it once again.

A soft knock on the door sounded throughout your bedroom, the castle so empty at this late hour that even the sound of a fly would echo through the long halls. You rubbed your eyes, willing your body to get up from the bed.

"Who is it?" You called out, wrapping your gown even tighter around your form to look a little more appropriate in case it was someone you weren't too familiar with.

You were met with nothing but silence, the lack of response confusing you further more. Surely you haven't imagined it?

Deciding to test your luck, you took a few quiet steps to the door, pressing your ear up against it. Again, you heard nothing short of silence.

An irritated frown painted your face now, your brows furrowing in annoyance. "Is someone pulling jokes on me?" you creaked the door open just a bit, but before you could question anything else, the door was pushed wide open, making you stumble a step or two.

"What in the world-" you looked up, only to be met with a familiar armour and an even more familiar smirk. "Jake!" you whispered yelled before practically jumping in his arms, not caring one bit about the hard metal of his guard armour pressing against your body.

You pulled away from him for a split second in order to quietly shut and lock the door behind you, ensuring that nobody will hear the two of you. Your lovely guard could not keep you from his arms for too long, for he hasn't seen you all day, so before you knew it, two strong hands were firmly yet gently pulling you back, your spine softly colliding against a steel covered chest.

Although the metal of his armour suit was cold, somehow his warmth managed to seep and spread through the material, enveloping you in a calming embrace. You let out a sigh of relief, welcoming in the familiar feeling of protection and safeness in his arms as he held you, almost like he'd never let you go.

"You fool..." You scolded, without a hint of anger in your voice though. "You could've gotten us caught... Sneaking off like that. Did my father let you off duty today, hm?" You threw him a glance over your shoulder, his tree colored irises meeting your gaze.

"My love..." He bowed his head a bit, his nose trailing a path up your neck, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin and spreading shivers all over your body. He breathed in - for he found comfort in your scent as well as you found it in his.

"You can't blame a mere mortal man for missing his darling now, can you? Besides..." He moved your hair out the way, pressing a delicate kiss to the back of your neck. "I know my darling has missed me too."

You breath hitched at his tone, a fire already burning in the pit of your stomach.

"And to answer your question, yes and no... I wasn't guarding the castle, but your father has sent me to look out in case any men from 'Over the Mountains' were sent from the court. A word has been going around that they're trying to ally with us."

You hummed in response, processing his words.

'Over the Mountains', also knowns as 'Valoria's' (your kingdom) rival court. The two kingdoms have been rivaling against each other even when your ancestors were still present... Funny how a man can get so upset over a piece of land.

Eventually the war and the loss of men has subsided, but the hatred and tension still remained. Your people didn't mix well with their people, and when there was a need for help or support - whether your court or the other one needed it - it was very hard to get.

You, however, had no say in it whatsoever. And honestly?.. You didn't mind it one bit. You were more than happy to stay in the shadows, indulged in a book or helping out the hard working people at your castle. You've always thought that they don't get enough appreciation.

But your favorite thing, what you really loved doing the most? Being with your lover.

You two would often sneak off, either into the secluded depths of your garden where you know you're safe from wandering eyes, or - when you're feeling risky - you'd find yourself pulling him in your own bedroom. Pretty much like tonight.

This was a game you two often played - loving, lustful whispers and secret brushes and touches of his hands just had to do when you were surrounded by people.

It was unfortunate, it really was, that you had to keep your love a secret. There were many times when you just wanted to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him for everyone to see, for everyone to know that you were his and he was yours.

But you couldn't, for your parents trusted him way too much. He couldn't betray their trust... Lord knows how he'd be punished.

Despite your misfortune, you knew that he was worth it. There was no one in the world like him, no one that could set fireworks in your heart like he did. He was not only your guardian, but also your guide, for he encouraged you to get to know your body and soul on a more intimate level. It's ironic really, since he learnt the way you work even better than you in the end.

He always knew where to touch, to kiss and to lick, and you'd often entertained the fact that you'd let him take you again, again and again if you could. And you truly, truly would.

He not only guarded you with all his power and strength, but he always made sure you were taken care of. He'd have you climax, over and over again, before even thinking about his own pleasure. He was so selfless, so thoughtful, that you'd often find yourself sinking to your knees, showing him just how grateful you are. He had shown you that sex goes beyond the purpose of bearing children, shown you what it means to feel pleasure, that meeting of two people so intimately could be beautiful. In all honesty, he was truly one of a kind.

To him, yes - you were a princess - but only of his heart. And to you, he was not your castle guard, but the guard of your heart.

From time to time in the past, your parents would bring a royal family over, and they'd often happen to magically have a son or two. It all felt rather forced, for your parents weren't much of romantics; they only saw them for how wealthy they were.

Still, with an open heart and open mind, you manged to at least try and take interest in each boy. But each time, it felt harder and harder, knowing that nobody could light that fiery spark within you like the certain guard you'd cast your eyes upon, each day as he stood at your gardens gate.

You turned to face him now, your fingers coming up to brush over his rose painted cheeks. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, hands coming up to rest at your hips.

"My brave, brave guard..." You whispered, slowly helping him out of his heavy metal armour. "After all those responsibilities, you still came to seek me... When did I ever get so lucky?" You whispered out, more to yourself in wonder as an even deeper blush settled on Jake's cheeks.

"I'm the lucky one, your highness." He protested, his eyes opening to a darker shade as he looked at you.

"Jake, I told you not to call me that..." You sighed, your finger absentmindedly trailing down to trace along his lips. He immediately pursed his lips, resting a soft kiss against the digit.

"I know, my love... It just reminds me of how lucky I am to have my princess. You know I'd do anything for you..."

You released another sigh as you gazed at him, your hands coming up to run through his hair.

"I've been aching for you all day... I think there is something that you can do for me." You smirked, feeling yourself blush at your own boldness. His eyes went seemingly darker, a barely there growl releasing from the back of his throat at your words.

"Is that so, hm?" His fingers tightened their grip on your hips, his feet carrying him forward to back you up against the bed.

You nodded, slowly and teasingly slipping the night gown off your shoulders. With that, he pushed you back on your crimson sheets, arms dropping down to rest on either sides of your head as his signature coin necklace dangled above your face.

"I am at your service then."

~The End.~

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A/N: Okay so before you kill me for not finishing the smut part, I promise you that there is more to come... I just wanted to make a little beginning to start off with🤭 Thank you all so so much for the support you've already granted and let me know how you liked this chapter! All my love... ~jakesbeloved 💌

@vanfleeter @literal-dead-leaf @sanguinebats @lipstickitty @stardustjake @georgeharrisonlover

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[jakesbeloved]

Thank you darling, that means a lot to me🥹🫶

I have to know... Will anyone actually read this?? Please let me know cause im a little nervous about starting a fic🫣

[jakesbeloved]

I have to know... Will anyone actually read this?? Please let me know cause im a little nervous about starting a fic🫣

[jakesbeloved]

The Guardian of the Garden's Gate (J.T.K.)

Two courts, two families. Families who have been rivals for decades and centuries, decided to bring the constant war to a halt by arranging a marriage between their two descendant children.

On the outside, Y/N was a well behaved princess, always listening to her parents... Or so the people thought. Nobody knew of the secret, shared love that silently blossomed between her and her beloved castle guardian, Jake. But what will happen if she vows to be loyal to her arranged husband? Will true love get in the way?

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Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: this short serie includes smut, violence, angst etc... Warnings will be included in each chapter.

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Reasons for waiting 𓇢𓆸 | Chapter 1 |

[jakesbeloved]

pure filth under the cut. read on your own discretion.

"Fucking dirty girl" Jake muttered under his breath, spitting down on your core, making you whine desperately.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" His voice was almost sympathetic. Almost. But with the way he was preventing you from moving, rough hands pining down your hips to the bed, you knew very well that he was far from that.

You felt frustrated tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you writhed in his hold, desperate for some friction.

"Say it." He inched his lips closer to your ear, breath fanning across your neck. "Beg for it. Tell me you want me to make you feel good, and I promise you, the only thing that will be crying tonight is this pussy."

Even with tears prickling in your eyes, you managed to pull a smirk on your face, your stubbornness taking over. "N-Never." You croaked out to him, hooded eyes lustfully gazing at his.

"Oh?" He suddenly pulled his hands away from your hips, making you gaze up at him confusingly. "Is that so, hm?" And before you even had a chance to wit back, you cried out, feeling a single thumb brush down your walls. The touch was feather-light, but given how sensitive you were, it was enough to make you whine and buck into his hand desperately.

He quickly pulled his hand away, causing a disappointed whimper to escape your lips. Jake hummed, a daring smirk contouring his face, and you could tell he already knew he won.

You looked at him, panting, and sighed in defeat. Fuck it.

You glanced away, pink hue covering your cheeks as you pathetically whispered. "Please Jake..." You muttered, clearly embarrassed.

His face was a mixture of pride and lust as he teasingly cocked his head at you. "Hm? What was that? Need you to say it loud and clear baby."

Your eyes snapped to him, frustrated. "Please Jake..." You whined out, a little more clear now. He clicked his tongue, still not satisfied.

"Please what? I think I'm gonna need more than that..." He drawled out, making you shiver with rage and lust.

"Please Jake, make me fucking cum!" You yelled at him, making him throw his head back with a laugh.

"That's a good girl..." And before you could whine more, he suddenly sank two fingers inside you with no warning, making you groan in relief. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You only clenched around his fingers in response, making him chuckle. "My poor, sweet girl..." He pouted mockingly at you "This poor pussy has been aching for me all day... And all you had to do was say pretty please." He clicked his tongue once again, making you buck into his hand more.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, making you whine impatiently. He only chuckled at your greediness, his eyes fixated on his fingers that disappeared and reappeared out of your cunt. You tried grinding against his hand, desperate for the sweet release, but he shook his head at you disapprovingly. He pinned down your hips with his other hand, his calloused fingers gripping your flesh.

"Don't you fucking move. You take what I fucking give you. Understood?" He stopped moving his fingers, expecting an answer. You gulped before eagerly nodding your head. "Y-Yes, sir."

Jake smirked at you, his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. "Good girl."

The praise alone made you desperately clench around his fingers, but he suddenly pulled them out of you, making you cry out.

"Jake, fuck- Please don't stop I-" suddenly your pleas were cut off as his mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue diving into your entrance as his thumb rubbed fast circles on your clit.

You arched your back as you gasped, immediately burying your fingers into his hair, pulling and tugging as he lapped at your soaked heat. He groaned into your core, sending vibrations throughout your whole body.

"Jake- Fuck please Jake- Dont fucking stop-" You panted out desperately, hips grinding into his face.

"Give it to me princess. Cum for me, fuck- Need to taste it so bad."

His switch in his tone made you even more aroused. He desperately lapped at your cunt, and with a final suck of his mouth, you came undone, your vision going white from the pure ecstasy and pleasure from all the teasing and edging.

"Thats right princess, ride it out. That's a good girl..." He watched as you slowly came down to earth, your heart racing and your chest rising up and down with soft pants.

Oh but he wasn't even nearly done with you.

~The End.~

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[jakesbeloved]

~Chip Bunker~

Pairing: drw x f!reader

Warnings: enemies to lovers, smut, fingering...

Word count: 9k+

A/N: This is my first ever fic! With that being said, please keep in mind that English is also not my first language, so don't mind the spelling or grammar mistakes etc... Anyways! Hope you all enjoy. All my love -jakesbeloved 💋

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Stupid, stupid, golf game.

"Just one more game!" Your friends said... 30 minutes ago. 30 fucking minutes ago. You couldn't stand another second on this field.

Under any other circumstance, you would've adored and cherished the rays of the sun that were kissing and flourishing your skin as always, but right now? Right know the sun feels like it's pinching and pulling at your skin. You were sweating like a pig just standing there. Not to mention the short skirts the golf club provided for women during the summer... Clearly it was run by a man. The irritation of the skin of your inner thighs was stinging more and more as they rubbed together, your impatience clearly growing each second.

Growing up you loved playing golf with your friends. You're not really sure what changed along the way. Maybe it was the fact that it was simply getting old for you, or perhaps... Perhaps the boy you started seeing regularly at each practice.

You knew him as Daniel. Or as you liked to call him the most, asshole. You didn't mind him that much when he first joined your childhood friend group - in fact, you didn't pay attention to him at all. But you soon realized that every inch of him was just screaming for attention. Whether it was his unnecessary amount of confidence, or his perfectly muscular tall body that just stuck out like a sore thumb, you weren't sure. All you knew that as soon as he stepped a foot on the field, every head was turnt.

'Chip Bunker' is what they liked to call him. The nickname is pretty self explanatory - he won at nearly every game... And you'd be lying if you'd say it didn't turn you on at least a little.

He was so sure of himself, like he knew exactly what he was doing... And you'd often catch yourself imagining if he was an expert in other situations as well.

Oh but you'd never tell him that. There's no way in hell you'd confess your sinful thoughts to him. The last thing you'd want to do is feed into some dude's ego, which is already taller than him (and that's a hard thing to accomplish, trust...). Instead, you'd often find yourself rolling your eyes at every single victory of his, or every stupid remark or joke he would throw your way.

You even found out that he's a rockstar... Which hasn't surprised you at all with the way he carried himself. Another reason you kept your guard up around him was the fact that he probably had a different woman in his bed each night... Still each night you'd stay up with your hand between your thighs, wishing that it was you who he laid with. But he can't know that.

The mere thought of your wild fantasies had you clenching your thighs and chewing the inside of your cheek.

"I wonder who's got you clenching your thighs like that sweetheart." An all too familiar voice whispered in your ear. You let out a startled gasp, immediately turning around and bumping your head into his chest.

"Fuck off Danny, don't scare me like that." You grumbled, pushing him away. He barely stumbled back with a breathy chuckle, his eyes shamelessly checking you out for a split second.

Fuck, when did he even arrive? You thought to yourself as you looked around, realizing that you two were alone in the field, the clouds now shielding the sun a bit. You must have zoned out, realizing you didn't even notice them leave. Shit.

You scoffed, turning around to walk away, only to be stopped by Danny's hand on your wrist. He spun you around, pulling you a little closer.

"Why don't you just end both of our miseries and stop pretending you don't like me?" You gasped a little, yanking your hand out of his wrist.

"Woah, self centered much? Quit thinking everybody likes you." You spat, crossing your arms over your chest.

"No, not everybody... But you do, baby. I'm good at reading people you know... " He winked at you, taking off his glasses and attaching them to his white golfer shirt smoothly.

"Oh will you stop acting like you're good at everything?! Gosh, you're insufferable." You scoffed once again, your brows furrowing as you looked up at him.

"Oh baby, it's not what I think, it's what I know." He paused, taking two long strides towards you, except this time, you didn't dare to move. Instead, you craned your neck upwards to get a better look at him, a deep blush now covering your cheeks. "And you know what else I know? I know your pussy's just aching for me right now, isn't she? You get off on arguing with me, don't you honey?"

Your jaw dropped a little, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head. He brought two fingers down to your chin, gently closing your mouth.

"You know, instead of talking to me like the fucking brat that you are, I'm pretty sure I can make that mouth let out some much more pleasant noises." He bent down a little in order to whisper in your ear. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I can make that cunt cry with just my fingers."

Holy fucking shit. You're in trouble.

You looked at him for a second before rolling your eyes, trying to slightly regain your composure. "Y-Yeah right."

Really? You fucking stuttered?!

You thought to yourself as you blushed impossibly deeper, unable to look him in the eye now.

"Oh so you don't believe me? Hm? Is that what this is about?" Danny lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Yes, Daniel. I actually don't believe you one bit." You challenged rather boldly, placing your hands on your hips.

"Oh yeah? Well how about you let me prove you wrong hm?" He smirked at you, his tone as smooth as silk but words as sharp as a knife.

"Oh and how exactly do you plan on doing that now?"

Before you knew it, you were pulled into a familiar white tent, his back turned to you as he made sure nobody was in sight.

"Danny we keep our storage here, are you crazy?!" You whisper yelled. There was only your golf equipment and well... One couch.

"Sit your pretty ass on the couch."

Before you could protest back, his mouth collided with yours into an immediate passionate kiss. Your tongues molded against each other as he pushed you back on the couch, yanking your legs down so you were in a laying position.

The only sound you could manage was a whimper as he manhandled you, putting his arms on either side of your head and successfully pinning you down.

"Aww, don't go shy on me now baby... Where has my little brat gone now, hm? Will you finally be a good girl for me and be quiet?"

Fuck he's gonna be the death of you.

You could only manage to reply with a whimper before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down in a deep, lustful kiss once again.

His lips then started descending down your neck, his lips teasingly pulling at your ear lobe. You sneaked a peek to look at his golfer shorts, only to see his bulge straining against them.

"Don't fucking tease me Danny. Show me what you wanted to prove."

He clicked his tongue at your statement, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest.

"There she is..." He teased but immediately listened to you, lifting up your skirt and cupping your clothed heat.

"Fuck, baby you're soaking through your panties... You want it that bad, huh?" He whispered in your ear. His fingers immediately pulled your underwear to the side, expertly collecting the wetness that gathered. You couldn't help but stifle a moan, biting your lip at the contact.

"Mmm... You know what they say golfers are good at?" His lips ascended up your neck, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered, "Finding holes."

Just as you opened your mouth to wit back, perhaps with another snarky comment, all thoughts were knocked out of your head as you let out a gasp, his fingers plunging deep inside you.

The stretch was definitely there, but given how wet you were, his digits easily slipped inside your folds, his long fingers reaching places not even your own hand could.

To say that you were soaked was an understatement. You were pathetically dripping. You could even hear it as his fingers fucked into you-

Gosh his fucking fingers.

Your mouth fell into an 'o' shape as you let out a needy whine, his long expert fingers working you up and up and up... And gosh the way his eyes were boring into you alone could send you over the edge. Your trembling thighs threatened to shut around his hand as his thumb joined along to circle around your throbbing clit - it was just too fucking god.

Oh and he could tell. That smug motherfucker could definitely tell. You wanted to slap that stupid fucking smirk off his face, but at the same time, you didn't feel a tinge of anger. Oh not even a bit - your mind (and body) was too focused on the knot forming in the pit of your stomach, threatening to snap at any second now...

"Ohhh my pretty girl is close, isn't she? Is she gonna cum? Will you soak my hand baby? Come on, I know you can do it..." You couldn't help but clench desperately around his fingers, his words shooting straight to your aching core.

"Mhm, I felt that baby. She likes being filthy talked to, doesn't she? You haven't got my cock yet but you're already falling apart..." Fuck that was it. The way it seemed like he was talking to your cunt and your cunt only, the mere mention of his cock and the way his lips were so innocently yet so lustfully ghosting over your ear, had you sent over the edge.

You gasped and squirmed, the string of whispered praises and degradations falling from his lips were heard faintly into your ear as you climaxed - his fingers stayed buried inside you the entire time. If his fingers were this good, how the hell are you gonna survive the actual thing? You thought to yourself.

His digits worked you up until you were jolting from every little swirl around your clit, your feet playfully pushing him away on the couch in order to relive your now overstimulated core.

A breathy laugh escaped his lips at the interaction, his messy yet beautiful locks falling perfectly in front of his face as he looked you rather fondly.

A warm feeling erupted in your chest - either from the post orgasm haze or maybe - just maybe - from the way he gazed at you, innocently and gently. Like you weren't going to hell for the actions that took place just moments ago.

You looked down, seeing his bulge painfully straining against his golfer shorts. You reached out, desperate to return the pleasure, give him some relief, but instead he catched your hand, bringing it to his lips and giving it the most gentle kiss.

"But I thought I should-" you started, "That's for another time, princess. You're exhausted..." He softly declined, giving you a soft, almost angelic smile.

"I already knew I was gonna prove you wrong... But don't worry. There are many things I've got to prove to you... Patience, baby, patience." He winked at you, crawling up to kiss your sweaty forehead. He didn't mind it one bit though.

"Don't get too smug on me now Danny... This was just beginners luck okay." You tried to protest playfully, holding one finger up in the air.

"Oh but I'm no beginner baby... I always win and you know that." He laid beside you, pausing to turn his head in order to look at you.

"I mean... They call me the 'Chip Bunker' after all now, don't they?"

~The End.~

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