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WELL SHIT— I don’t know why I didn’t start this sooner 🤭 I’m FULLY invested now

Barbarian. Biker!Jake

Prologue: Once A Barbarian, Always A Barbarian.

STRICTLY 18+, minors beat it

A/n: Welcome! I’m excited about this one, and I hope you guys are too. First chapter will be out in the next few days, this is just to get a good introduction to what you’re getting yourself into. Fair warning, there are a lot of dark themes to this story (we’re talking biker gangs). It’s a little raunchy, a little raw, but overall, I think we’ll all enjoy. As usual, I’ll place content warnings at the beginning of each chapter, and if you’d like to be added to the taglist, let me know <3 Without further ado…

Content Warnings: Death of a family member, explicit language, sexual themes, alcohol consumption, smoking, violence, blood, asshole Jake (gotta love him though). Reader is not included in this part of the story!!!

Word Count: 2.9k

The sweltering Arizona sun caused beads of sweat to roll down Jake’s temple as he inspected beneath the hood of an old Corolla. The woman who brought it in was complaining of an odd noise, and insisted that Jake be the one to inspect it. He wasn’t surprised by this, the same woman had been in several times over the course of the last few months, each time wearing less and less.

It could’ve very well been due to the rapidly approaching summer, but Jake suspected it had to do with something else.

He could feel her watching him intently as he moved his flashlight around, but decided to pay her no mind. Sure, she was a conventially attractive woman, but cougars weren’t exactly his type.

“So what’s the diagnosis, doc?” she asked, tone sultry as she leaned against the side of her slightly rusted car. Jake retreated from under the hood, shoving the small flashlight into his jeans pocket and using his forearm to wip the sweat from his brow.

Her eyes were raking over him shamelessly, a hungry look in her eyes as she admired the way his muscle shirt clung to his torso. Jake’s own eyes fell to her overly exposed chest, on display and practically spilling over the thin spaghetti strapped tank top she was wearing. When he realized the staring could probably continue for a lot longer, he shifted his gaze towards the waiting car, jerking his head in it’s direction.

“Your suspension components are fried. When’s the last time you had those things replaced?”

“God, I don’t know,” she sighed, “my husband was usually the one who kept up with that,” a flirty smirk played on her lips as she took a step closer to Jake, “we’re divorced now.”

He watched with little intrigue as her tongue appeared to swipe across her bottom lip that was coated in fuchsia lipstick.

“Good to know.” He began searching his pockets for a lighter while retrieving the cigarette that was tucked behind his ear.

“What does somethin’ like that cost anyway?” she feigned exasperation. Internally rolling his eyes, Jake brought the cigarette to his mouth and flicked the lighter to life. He knew well where this conversation was going, and out of sheer boredom, he decided to entertain it. He figured the best that could come from it was a quick blowjob in the back office on his lunch break.

Once his cigarette was burning steadily, he tucked his lighter away and dropped the hood of the car shut to lean against it. “Well,” a cloud of smoke appeared over his head as he freed his mouth to speak, “for the parts, we’re looking at about eight fifty. Including labor, about twelve hundred.”

She didn’t appear to be phased by the large total as she moved to step into Jake’s space, trapping him between her arms with a hand on either side of him against the warm hood of the car. “Any special discounts?”

Jake smirked at her as he brought his cigarette to hover in front of his mouth, “I think I can come up with something.”

Before she had a chance to reply, Jake’s boss came barreling out the back door, not angry by any means, just simply by his nature. “Jake,” his voice boomed, “there’s someone out front for you.”

The woman’s eyes stayed fixed on Jake’s face as he turned to look at his boss, sending him a quick nod, “be right there, Hank.”

He took a moment to assess the unique position that Jake was in before shaking his head and dissapearing back inside.

Jake was wearing a smile as he retuned his attention to the overly eager woman, “what did you say your name was again, sweetheart?”

“Candice,” floated past her lips as if it felt good to say.

“Well, Candice,” he pointed over to where one of his coworkers was unloading boxes from a delivery truck, “go talk to my man Drew over there. He’ll get you all taken care of.”

He tapped her bare thigh, and she immediately stepped aside, slightly dumbfounded at how quickly he’d changed his mind. Little did she know, he was hardly interested to begin with.

“Wait, but-”

He was entering the shop before she had a chance to continue, nodding his head at some of the men inside as he continued to smoke. The AC was a nice break before he was once again thrusted outside, squinting his eyes to see who his mystery visitor was.

At first, he didn’t recognize the man. But when he glanced over at what he assumed to be his motorcycle , the metal plate plastered on the front was unmistakable. Two heavy axes crossed at the handle, written underneath it in old English font, ‘Barbarians’. As Jake drew closer, the man’s smiling face became more familiar, and his heartbeat grew quicker in excitement and confusion.

“Ace?” he put his cigarette out on the hood of one of the scrap cars and tucked it back behind his ear as he picked up his pace. He didn’t wait for a response, throwing his arms around the man’s large frame. Ace immediately returned the gesture, grabbing Jake up like the son he’d always been to him.

“It’s good to see you kid,” Ace chuckled as he patted him roughly on the back.

It had been almost ten years since the two had last seen each other, Ace’s face being one of the last Jake saw as he drove his Harley out of Nevada, swearing he’d never return.

“What are you doing here? Ho-how’d you find me?” he stepped back to look at Ace again, noting the way his age had begun to show on his face.

“Wasn’t easy. Tried tracking you down myself, but ended up having to call your mom in the end,” he scoffed, “she hasn’t changed much.”

The shared a quick laugh before Ace went serious, looking down at the gravel beneath his feet, “it’s uh, it’s your dad, Jake.”

Jake was silent and unwavering, his facial features not giving away the intense anxiety that began coursing through his veins. When he didn’t answer, Ace looked back at him in disappointment, “he passed away back on Friday.”

Anyone in their right mind would’ve broken down at the news, drowned in a pool of their own tears, but Jake could do no such thing, not after the hell his father put him through for eighteen years. All he could do was blink as the stark reality set in.

“How?” he finally managed to produce as he looked into Ace’s sorrowful eyes. Ace and his father had been friends years before Jake came along, and through the brotherhood of the Barbarians, their relationship only grew stronger. Jake knew he must’ve been taking it hard, but was doing his best not to show it.

“Acute liver failure. By the time the ambulance got there, it was too late.”

“Oh,” Jake nodded. A moment of silence stretched on between them as Ace appeared reminiscent.

“He said something to me, Jake, before he… went.” Jake waited for him to continue, “he asked me to bring you back. Back to Genoa, so you could be a part of the Barbarians again. The right way.”

How he hadn’t seen that coming, he had no idea. And the fact that he hadn’t, only served to make him angrier when it was spoken aloud.

He scoffed bitterly, “not a fucking chance.”

“Jake, wait,” Ace called out as Jake turned to storm back inside, “wait!”

“Wait for fucking what, Ace?” Jake spat as he stopped to face him again. “You know more than anyone else what that motherfucker put me through. He cared more about the Barbarians than he did his own son!” The two were standing chest to chest now, Jake not feeling the least bit uneasy at Ace’s menacing frame. He knew he’d never lay a hand on him and vice versa. This was all a display of male testosterone at it’s finest.

“You know growing up, all I ever heard was how much he wanted me to take over the gang. And I told him that as long as he was alive…” his words trailed off as reality once again struck him. His entire body deflated, backing down from Ace as he casted his eyes away.

Ace gave him a moment to process before he opened his mouth again, “exactly. Things have changed. And you’re right, I do know better than anyone what you’ve been through, but I also know how much the Barbarians used to mean to you, too.”

Jake looked back at him, his face still contorted in anger.

“And when you left, I let you. I knew it was for the best and for ten years I let you be. But regardless of that, you’re still one of us, Jake. You were born to be a Barbarian, it’s in your blood. And now that he’s gone, it’s time for you to take your place.”

Jake’s refusal to respond caused Ace to slap a rough hand on his shoulder, calling his attention back to him.

“I’m not asking you to take things over,” he spoke up again, more empathetically this time, “just to fill an empty space. The guys, they’re… kinda lost. Rex’s hard work is what kept us afloat all these years. And without him…” he trailed off, leaving Jake to fill in the blank on his own.

Jake shook his head. If his dad was half as good of a parent as he was a gang leader, maybe his feelings would be different. But as of right now, he remained sturdy in his rage.

“Just think about it, Jake,” Ace sighed, giving up the battle. “His service is this Friday, we’d like for you to come speak.”

When he as aware that Jake no longer had anything to say, he sent him another pat on the shoulder, something he had been doing since Jake was little.

“It was good seeing you again, kid.” Ace gave him one last look before mounting his bike. He cranked it to life and tugged his helmet on before pulling out of the dirt driveway. Jake watched as he rode off into the distance, the larger Barbarins emblem planted on the back of his leather jacket becoming smaller and smaller the further he traveled. When he was gone, Jake turned to go back to work, his once chipper mood now soured.

The rest of his day dragged on slowly, his mind still processing the fact that his father was really dead. They hadn’t spoken in years, and the fact that they never would again was a concept that was hard to grasp. Something deep down inside of him hoped that they’d be able to make amends, that they’d work through all their differences and become a proper father son duo. That part of him mourned the loss. But another part of him was relived. With the all too real possibility that things could never be fixed, he felt like his death was saving him from disappointment.

But that was only part of the dilemma.

Going back to Nevada, to the shit hole called Genoa, to be a Barbarian again, that was a different story. Ace was right, the Barbarians did mean a lot to Jake, but that was before he left. The longer he stayed away, the more he saw it for what it really was. Growing up, Jake had a first hand look into what being a Barbarian brought. Sure, it brought brotherhood that was stronger than blood, something most men never experienced in their lifetime. But it also brought about the type of turmoil that every man hoped they’d never have to face.

The specter of morality forever loomed, a constant companion shadowing every breath. In it’s chilling embrace, one’s innocence withered, like petals scorched by an unforgiving flame. The relentless grip of fate coerced them down a treacherous path, where the weight of sins they never sought haunted their every step, etching deep scars into their souls that would never fade.

And with how deep in his father was, he was surprised he didn’t meet a worse fate.

Jake couldn’t escape the recollection of the the time when he, rather eagerly, invited the shadowy presence into his life. But now, it’s allure had waned, losing it’s once in enticing grip. He yearned for more— more than the transient pleasure veiled in darkness. He hadn’t seen it yet, nor felt it, but he knew it was out there.

By the time he made it home, it was pitch black outside to match his mood. He could’ve burned the house down form the heat he was emitting. Kira was sitting on his couch when he got inside, and for some reason, that angered him even more. They’d only been seeing each other for about two weeks, and the majority of those days were spent drinking, smoking, and fucking. When people asked, Kira said she was Jake’s girlfriend, when the same question was bestowed upon him, his only response was, “something to do.”

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, “Kira, get out, please.”

She’d hardly noticed his presence at first, too engulfed in whatever was playing on the Tv. But when she heard his tone, and the words that accompanied it, she turned to him.

“What?”

“Get out. I need to be alone.”

“Jake what—”

“Kira, get the fuck out!”

She scrambled to her feet, quickly gathering her belongings into her bag as she shimmied her feet into her shoes. She eyed Jake as she passed him, but the look on his face dared her to not say a word. He heard the door shut behind him, signaling him to untense his body. He shuffled his way into the kitchen and grabbed up a half empty bottle of Johnny Walker and plopped down on the couch, turning the tv off.

There he sat with his thoughts as he drained the bottle sip by sip. Thoughts of his father, the good and the bad. The joys of riding on the back of his bike before he had one to call his own. Joking and laughing together until the sun came up, sometimes wit the entire gang. The nights of arguing so loudly that his voice was hoarse the next morning. The fists thrown in anger. The reconciliation.

He thought about the Barbarians. The community. The family. The funerals, the violence, the heartache. Surely, he could never go back to that. But even still, he had a duty. A duty that that was sealed by the shedding of his blood some eleven years ago.

Jake’s face was bloodied and bruised, having reached the end of his Barbarians initiation. The gang was in an uproar, drunk out of their minds and shouting like a pack of wild men, thrilled for the acceptance of one of their newest and youngest member. The son of their leader, only eighteen years old, but sure to make an impact on the gang in the way that his father had.

Once the men finished the job, Rex emerged from the crowd, his face turned up into a scowl. It was the face of a ruthless gang leader, not the face of a father.

“It is a Barbarians sworn duty to always serve this family. You have a duty to live and die by the Code of the Barbarians,” he barked as Jake struggled to catch his breath. “It is your duty to lay down your life, if need be, for the good of this family. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Jake choked out as he spit a mouthful of blood onto the dirt.

“I said do you understand, probee?!”

Jake stood taller, summoning his last bit of strength, “yes!”

Rex smirked, “boys, I think he’s ready.”

Two other Barbarians, Steeljaw (a nickname gained after a horrific motorcycle accident that left him with a reconstructed jaw made of steel), and Madcap (an even longer, crazier story), approached Jake from behind, each holding the sleeve of an official Barbarians jacket. Before they could place it on his shoulder, Jake’s dad raised a hand to stop them, looking directly into Jake’s eyes, one swollen almost shut.

“Say it.”

“Once a Barbarian, always a Barbarian.”

“Once a Barbarian, always a Barbarian!” his dad shouted, turning to the other men in the gang.

They repeated the phrase back to him in unison, and began cheering as the men helped Jake into the jacket.

The celebration commenced, and Rex grabbed Jake up into a tight hug. He winced at the pressure on his sore rib, believing that it was more than likely broken.

“I’m proud of you, kid.” His dad muttered into his ear.

Jake hugged him back to the best of his ability. Half way happy that he was finally a part of something his father loved so much, and halfway feeling like he signed his own death certificate.

Now beyond drunk, Jake stumbled his way into his bedroom. He flung the door of the closet open, pushing all of his clothes to the side to reveal that very jacket he’d received that night. It had since collected a thin layer of dust, but the large Barbarian logo plastered on the back seemed unscathed. It was as bright and clear as ever, some kind of sign, Jake was sure.

“Fuck,” he cursed as he yanked the jacket from its hanger, pulling it onto his body like he swore he’d never do again. The feeling of it’s aged leather on his body was familiar yet foreign. Comforting yet menacing.

He turned to face the mirror, taking in the way the jacket still fit him like a glove, like he was made to wear it.

Once a Barbarian, always a Barbarian.

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I LOVE WHEN BOYS WHIMPER 🤤

Author’s Note: This fic is in response to this lovely ask and from @jakeyt and her sinfully lovely little blurb as well. I loved writing this. The way I would pay all the money in my bank account to be able to make Jake Kiszka whimper… Ah well, a girl can dream.

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, smut, unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, dom!Jake & sub!reader (briefly), sub!Jake & dom!reader, overstimulation, cum play, name calling (whore, slut, etc), hickeys, biting. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.5k

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O how the mighty have fallen.

For Jake Kiszka, being a famous rockstar has its perks – money, traveling, thousands of adoring fans screaming his name, not to mention getting to do what he loves for a living surrounded by his brothers… all the things that you know Jake is thankful for. He’s told you countless times how lucky he feels, how humbled he is by the band’s success and by how much their fans support and love them.

But there’s one thing that comes with the job that Jake absolutely despises...

Paperwork.

It’s not often that he has to do it – all the contract signing and label nonsense that comes along with being famous. But whenever he does have to do it… well, it always leaves him in a sour mood.

And that’s exactly what he’s upstairs at his desk doing right now as you grow more and more bored by the second. You’d already cleaned up from the meal you’d shared a few hours before, you’d dusted, swept the floor, and re-arranged the ridiculous number of throw blankets that you and Jake have somehow managed to acquire over the years. But still… Jake is busy. So busy, in fact, that he’d declined your earlier offer of a special dessert after dinner, claiming that this paperwork just had to get done tonight.

But you’re tired of waiting.

Deciding that enough is enough, you ascend the stairs to your shared bedroom where you know Jake is currently hunched over the desk in the corner as he reads through all the musical industry jargon that’s nearly impossible to understand. You quietly enter the room, bare feet welcoming the softness of your carpeted bedroom floor as you creep up behind him.

“Still at it, huh?”

Jake startles, whipping his head around to glance at you over his shoulder before turning back around.

“Yep.” He mumbles, a fingertip tracing down the page in front of him.

“Sure is taking a while.” You walk closer to him, hovering over his shoulder to glance down at the papers in front of him.

Jake only hums in response, flipping a page over.

“Any idea when you’ll be done?” You ask, lips hovering so, so close to the sensitive skin of his neck – the spot right behind his ear that you know drives him crazy.

“Sooner if you let me work in peace.” The words are accompanied by a huff – not quite annoyed but definitely not pleased with your interruption.

“Touchy.” You tell him, earning yourself a sharp glance from the corner of his eye.

Realizing that you’re not going to get anything from him with just words, you decide it’s time to up your game a little bit. Dropping to your knees next to his chair, you glance up at him through your lashes. The movement finally seems to draw his full attention as he swivels in his chair to look at you in confusion.

His jaw clenches as he fully takes in the position that you’ve placed yourself in. Success.

“Y/n. What are you doing?”

“Waiting patiently and quietly,” you say with a little shrug, doing your best to play innocent, “for you to be finished.”

His eyes narrow, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“Sure you are.” He says, voice a little lower and his eyes dilating. You know now that you’ve got him hook, line, and sinker. “Definitely not trying to tease me at all?”

“I’m not teasing.” You tilt your head, spreading your thighs a little bit. “Is me sitting here bothering you?”

Jake grins a little, spreading his own legs as he keeps his dark eyes fixed on you.

“Just giving me a few, very unhelpful and entirely too distracting ideas.”

Oh you’ve really got him now. You know that there’s no way in hell that he’ll go back to whatever he was working on before. His hips shift in his seat, the light gray material of his pants allowing you to see as his length begins to harden – twitching and straining beneath the fabric.

“What sort of ideas?” You ask him, heat flooding to your core at the sight of his very obvious desire.

Instead of answering, Jake reaches down and grips your jaw in his calloused hand – his thumb coming up to drag along your bottom lip. You bite back a moan as his hips shift again and his breathing catches a little, betraying just how badly he wants you.

“Thinking about your big cock in my mouth?”

The bluntness of your question clearly takes him off guard as his lips part in a barely there moan. But then his grin widens, eyes sparkling wickedly.

“Something like that.” He murmurs, chest rising and falling quickly. “You know I love it when you talk filthy.”

You nod, reaching upwards to place your hands on his knees and pushing to spread his legs wider. You scoot forward, placing yourself even closer to where you know he wants you. But you don’t move, hands staying resolutely on his knees.

“Do you want me to stop, Jakey?” You ask, already knowing his answer. “Don’t wanna distract you...”

“No.” The word is more like a growl and his grip on your jaw tightens. His hips rock forward again, as if needing relief so badly that the little friction his pants provide is better than what you’re refusing to give him. “You know good and well what I want, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” You smile up at him as you finally move to unzip his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them fully down, leaving him in his boxers now. His cocks strains against them – his precum already leaving a dark spot on the fabric.

“Fuck.” He groans as you finally press your palm to his length, rubbing him through the fabric slowly. His cock throbs in answer and you can’t help but laugh a little at his desperation.

“Feel good?” You ask teasingly, rubbing your middle and pointer finger along his head in slow circles. The muscles in his thighs tense as he lets out a breath.

“Yeah.” You slide your hand back downwards, massaging his balls through his boxers and making him groan again. “Such a fucking tease.”

You laugh lightly, pulling your hand away from him completely and he whines a little in protest.

“I would never.” You answer, tugging his boxers down and finally setting his aching cock free. The skin is red from rubbing against the fabric and he twitches a little as the cool air hits him.

You rise up fully, bracing both hands on the tops of his thighs before sinking your mouth down around him completely.

“Oh.” He says through a moan, his right hand coming up to tangle in your hair as you swallow around him. “Fuckin’ hell.”

You rise up a little, keeping your lips wrapped around his head and suckling a little bit, closing your eyes and moaning around him. It does the trick and suddenly he’s thrusting upwards the best he can, fingers tightening in your hair as you allow him to fuck into your mouth like you know he’s been thinking about doing since you first sat down at his feet.

“Bet you’ve been waiting for this all day.” He says through clenched teeth, eyes rolling back as you moan around him again. “Just waiting to let me fuck your pretty mouth, haven’t you?”

You nod the best you can, gagging a little as the velvety head of his cock nudges the back of your throat mercilessly. Your fingers dig into his thighs as he gets a little rougher, his composure cracking completely as he nears his release. Clearly he’s been just as worked up as you’ve been these past few hours.

His groans begin to grow even louder so you pull off him with a ‘pop’ and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Y/n, fuck.” He protests, glaring down at you the way he always does when you push him too far. “I was so close.”

“I know.” You say with a shrug, backing up a little bit. You know you’re toeing the line – getting dangerously close to pushing him too far and earning yourself a delicious punishment. But you don’t want to back down. “But you have work to do.” A nod to the papers laying abandoned on the desk.

Jake growls, fisting his hands in your hair and tugging so that your head falls back, exposing your throat as he leans in close.

“Don’t,” he says darkly, lips hovering just above yours, “be a brat. Or I’ll have to punish you.”

You lean upwards as much as you can with the tight grip he has on your hair and swipe your tongue across his bottom lip and then drag it across his jaw slowly, leaving a trail of saliva smeared across his beautiful face. Jake’s nostrils flare as you pull away, fire lighting in his eyes.

Without warning, Jake stands quickly and yanks on your hair, pulling you to your feet roughly.

“Get on the fucking bed. Lose the clothes.”

You hastily rip your tank top and shorts off, tossing them to the floor before climbing onto the bed, completely bare before him. Jake yanks his own shirt off, revealing himself fully to you as well before instantly pinning you to the mattress beneath him.

“What, my dearest, sweetest, little angel,” he teases, “has gotten into you tonight, hm? Why are you being such a little slut?”

You relax your thighs on either side of him and roll your hips up into him, rubbing your slick folds against his aching cock. He groans then, his hand coming down to press heavily against your lower stomach to stop you from moving.

“Were you feeling ignored?” His tone is sickly sweet, mocking and husky as you writhe beneath him. “Is that it, baby?”

“Yes.” You answer him breathlessly. “Wanted your cock so bad.”

“Oh, yeah? Such a desperate whore that you couldn’t wait just a little bit longer for me to be done? Couldn't- fuck!”

You cut him off, scissoring your legs and throwing your bodyweight with them as you flip Jake completely into his back, You settle on top of him, straddling him and using your body to pin him for once.

“You were taking too long.” You tell him, loving the way his mouth has dropped open in complete shock at you challenging him like this. “And you talk too much.”

“You’re asking for it, angel.” He warns darkly, but the flush on his chest and the way his cock keeps twitching betrays how the roles reversing has affected him.

“Am I?” You ask, sliding your wet pussy along his length where it rests against his stomach. “I think you like this too much to do anything about it…” You place both palms on his stomach for leverage, relishing in the softness of him as you continue to slide up and down on his hard cock.

His hands come up and grip your hips harshly, his eyes fluttering shut as he guides your hips over him faster.

“Bloody hell, where has this been hiding?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Fuck, I dunno. You made me wait for too long.” You answer, struggling to get the words out thanks to the way his shaft is rubbing against your swollen clit – the feeling made even better thanks to his precum and your wetness mixing together.

“Ride me, angel.” He begs, fingers digging into your hips so harshly you know it’s gonna leave bruises. “Wanna see you bouncing on my cock.”

“Fuck.” You whine, rising up a little bit as he fists his dick, helping to guide himself into you as you slowly sink down onto him.

You both cry out loudly, the stretch of him nearly overwhelming.

“Jake.” You whimper. “Oh my God.”

“So fuckin’ tight.”

You start to bounce, tossing your hair over your shoulder and keeping your palms on his abdomen. Jake thrusts up to meet you, sweat dripping down his temples.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last long like this.” His voice sounds just as wrecked as he looks, his cock already twitching and pulsing inside you. You’re teasing from earlier has clearly done a number on him but you’re right behind him too.

With his eyes rolled back into his head and his creamy skin shiny and flushed, he looks like the picture of sin. His throat bobs, looking all too bite-able. His hair is splayed out on the pillow beneath his head like a halo — though you're entirely certain that no angel would want anything to do with you and him right now. A fallen angel then, you think to yourself, lost in the throes of pleasure.

Overcome by the sight of him beneath you like this, by the sounds of pleasure that tumble from his lips with each roll of your hips, you lean downwards and attach your mouth to the column of his throat. Then, almost without thinking, your teeth graze the sensitive skin and Jake jolts beneath you, a loud moan escaping him as you bite down — pinching his skin with your teeth. You soothe the spot with a pass of your tongue, moving downwards a little to suck a purple mark onto his skin.

"Do that again." His voice sounds so unlike himself — needy and desperate. "Mark me." It's not a request — but a whiny, broken prayer.

There's no denying him now as you graze your lips over to the other side of his neck, sucking another bruise there. You can feel his cock pulse as you do so and his breathing quickens even more.

"So pretty, Jakey."

He whimpers in answer, plush lips dropping open and tiny little grunts and moans leaving them with every thrust of his hips.

His cock feels so good inside of you, the ridges and veins brushing against your walls in a delicious drag and the blunt head hitting against your sweet spot with each rise and fall of your hips. He's driving into you recklessly, coaxing you closer and closer and closer to your release. Your thighs begin to burn but you can't stop. You won't stop.

“Jake, ‘m gonna cum! Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah. Fucking do it, angel. Oh fuck!”

Suddenly his thumb is circling your clit and then your orgasm is crashing through you. Your walls clench around him as you cry out his name – the burn in your thighs fading into nothing as you continue to ride him through your release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jake is right behind you, thrusting up helplessly as he finishes, painting your walls with his release.

As your mind finally begins to return, as the waves of pleasure dissipate at last, you’re hit with a wonderfully devilish idea. You’ve gotten away with more than you ever have before tonight and… what’s one more thing, really?

You pull off Jake, climbing off to the side of his body. His eyes are closed, his face the picture of bliss. Giving him no warning, you wrap your hand around his spent cock. Jake's body convulses, eyes snapping open as he whines. Loudly.

“Y/n!” He cries out your name as you jerk him roughly, his poor cock valiantly beginning to harden again as you work your palm over him, yours and his releases making it slick and easy. “God.”

“Give me one more, Jakey.” You murmur, unable to tear your gaze away from him. He writhes, hands falling to his sides and fisting the sheets into his hands, fingers turning white where his rings dig into his skin.

“I can’t!” He cries out, head thrashing. “Fuck, it’s too much.”

He sounds so desperate, so broken and it sends a thrill through you. Oh how the mighty has fallen at last.

“Poor baby.” You tease. “Getting a taste of your own medicine, yeah?”

He whimpers in answer, body going taut as pleasure finally begins to overtake him again. He really is tasting his own medicine – experiencing first hand the sinful agony that he loves to inflict upon you. It’s always you.

But not tonight. No, he’s been flying too close to the sun for a long, long time and tonight he’s finally paying the price for it.

“Give me another one, baby.” You murmur, eyeing the way his hair sticks to the side of his face and his neck with sweat. “Show me how much you love me. Show me that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” He says through a moan, body beginning to tremble. “Only yours. Fuck!”

“Yeah, you are. You’re mine.”

His body goes completely rigid, muscles so tense you’re almost afraid he might hurt himself.

“Holy shit! Oh God, I’m gonna- fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s it, baby. That’s right. Being such a good boy.”

That does it. Jake’s whole body convulses, his eyes rolling back in his head as hot cum explodes from him. He screams – a sound so beautiful and full of pleasure that you’ve never heard from him before. You work him through it, watching as he completely succumbs to it all, chanting your name the whole way through.

Finally, his body relaxes slightly and he whimpers so you let go of him and reach up to swipe his hair from his forehead. You can feel his racing heartbeat as you place your hand on his chest, hoping to try and help him settle a little. Those gorgeous eyes of his finally blink open to look at you and a tired, satiated smile spreads across his lips.

“Okay?” You ask, trying to hold back your own grin after seeing such a display from him.

“Jesus. I think so.” He shifts a little, grimacing at the feeling of his cum drying on his stomach and chest. “Sticky.” He adds with a little pout.

You roll your eyes playfully and rise to grab his boxers off the floor and wipe him clean, carefully avoiding his abused cock where it lays spent against his thigh.

“That was fucking hot.” You tell him, settling down next to him in the bed. The lights are still on but neither of you seem to have the energy to get up and turn them off quite yet.

“Yeah.” He breathes out, laughing a little, “I think my soul left my body there for a minute.”

“Would do again, then?” You ask, grinning a little at him.

He grins back.

“Oh, fuck yes. I didn’t know you had that in you… taking control like that.”

You turn on your side to face him and press a little kiss to his lips.

“Me neither.”

After a long moment of comfortable, exhausted silence you ask, suddenly a little worried, “That paperwork didn’t actually have to be done by tonight, right?”

“Fuck.”

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From The Book

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!reader Warnings: 18+, as usual. A little bit of fluff. A little bit of angst, mentions of stress. Smut. Sex. Fingering. Oral sex (f & m receiving). Penetrative sex. Half protected sex (mentions of bc). A/N: Have you missed me? I sure hope you did, because I've missed you!

House parties. They aren’t your style but you go to one anyway because it’s being hosted by a friend. A friend you’ve known only a short time but became close with quickly. He and his partner were throwing a party to celebrate the end of yet another successful tour.

Everyone is here. Including him.

You don’t know him very well, the same goes both ways. When you’d visit Josh on tour, you’d catch his twin looking your way sometimes, but quickly looking away when you’d catch him. You shared very few words with the man. A simple “hello” shared between you before going your separate ways. Maybe a small wave or a smile.

And tonight. Tonight is going to be the same as always. Small wave and a smile before a simple “hello” greeting before you went to the kitchen to make yourself a drink. He came into the kitchen as well to refresh his drink. You caught him looking at you as you mixed a drink. His cheeks flushed slightly as he looked away and pushed his sunglasses upwards to cover his eyes once again.

You give him a nod of your head before leaving the kitchen to go find people to mingle with.

–

The rest of the night found you isolating yourself in one of Josh’s many guest rooms. Feeling the effects of the alcohol has your head spinning just a little. Closing the door behind you, you walk over to the bed and sink down to the floor and fix your skirt in front of your legs.

It wasn’t long before a knock came on the door. You knew Josh would come looking for you if he hadn’t seen you for a while. He usually does.

But when the door opens, you’re faced with Jake when he peers into the room. “Oh, I’m sorry..” He says. “I didn’t know–Uh–Bathroom downstairs is a bit preoccupied..”

“Bathroom is all yours.” You say, waving your hand in the air in the direction of the connected bathroom.

Jake nods his head before slipping into the room and going to the bathroom. He stops by the door and turns back to face you. “Are you okay?” He asks.

You look up with furrowed brows. “Me?”

He nods his head. “You’re up here alone.. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I just needed a little space.”

He only hums in response and taps his fingers on the doorframe before going into the bathroom. It was a few moments before he came back out of the bathroom, and a little disheveled. His pants were still undone as he worked to tuck his shirt back in. He catches you watching him. How can you not?

His pants are fully undone, zipped completely down showing his briefs. At the top of the waistband you can see just a sliver of his little happy trail.

“Sorry, I’m a little tipsy..” He giggles as he zips up his pants. He smirks though when he sees you watching him. “But I guess I can put on a good show on and off the stage.”

You quickly look away, feeling your cheeks burn. He chuckles and goes to sit beside you on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Keeping you company.”

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t, Josh will kick my ass.”

“Ahh, so he does know I’m up here.”

Jake nods his head. “He’s the reason that the downstairs bathroom is occupied… So why are you up here? Besides needing space..”

“Oh uh.. Just a little stressed, I guess.. I thought maybe being here I’d feel a little better but I don’t.. And the alcohol does not seem to be helping..”

“What’s going on?”

Slowly you turn your head to look at him. “You really want to listen to the problems of a stranger?”

“Not a stranger,” He says, holding up his finger to get his point across. “An acquaintance, yes. You are Josh’s friend, therefore you are mine, which means I really want to listen.”

“Okay..” You slowly draw out before turning your body sideways that you’re facing him. “I hate my job..”

“I don’t relate..”

You roll your eyes and scoff as you turn to move away, but he reaches for your elbow and draws you back.

“Not so fast.” He chuckles. “I’m just messing with you. Why do you hate your job?”

“Where do I even begin?”

“From the beginning?”

“Jake..” You say, shoving him over.

He laughs and pushes himself back up into a sitting position. “Listen, sweetheart, I’m a little tipsy, let me have my fun.” He says. “What’s going on at work that is currently making you hate it?”

“Well..” You huff a sigh, allowing your shoulders to drop. “I’m being overworked and it sucks… I’ve worked seven days in a row for the past seven weeks and I’m exhausted.. My boss sucks and he’s just overall a fucking creep.. And..” You sigh again and lower your head. “I’m so stressed out..”

“You seem to need a drink.” He says as he pulls himself up off the floor.

You scoff and smile. “I’ve had enough.” You say as you lift your head to look up at him. “Thanks for listening though, but you should go back to the party, you can’t be missed.”

Jake shakes his head and pulls you from the floor. “Like I said, I’m keeping you company.”

“Well I don’t want to go back down there.” You say. “I really just want to be alone.”

“Okay,” Jake says, shrugging his shoulders. “Then I’ll stay here.” He lays out on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head and crossing one leg over the other.

“Jake..”

“Y/N..”

“Please go downstairs, it’s your party too.”

“Eh,” He shrugs his shoulders again and shimmies his hips as he gets comfortable on the bed. “They can live without me.” He pats the empty space on the bed beside him. “Come, come. Lay down and relax.”

Giving in, you crawl onto the bed and lay out beside him. “Despite what Josh may do to you, you don’t have to stay with me. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy being alone.”

A smile spreads on his face. “I do too, but sometimes we all need someone to just be in the same room as.”

“And you won’t be bored?”

Jake shakes his head. “Nope.. Plus I’ve drank enough alcohol to last me the rest of the night.. So.. What do you want to do?” He slowly turns onto his side and rests his head on his hand on a propped up elbow.

“I figured I would lay here…” You say. “Maybe read a little..”

“Read? You don’t have a book.”

You lift up your phone. “I have audio books.”

“So you’re listening to a book being read.”

“Yes,” You say as you unlock your phone and open the audio book app. “Would you like to listen? It will get a little smutty.”

“Are you into that kind of stuff?”

You nod your head and choose a book. “But if you’re not–”

“Never said I wasn’t.” He says. “Start it..”

Clicking the play button, the sound of the narrator’s voice plays through the speaker on your phone.

About halfway through the third chapter, Jake speaks up. “Third chapter and we’re really getting into it.” You giggle, feeling your cheeks burn. “But I have to ask because it got me thinking and now I need to know.”

You pause the book and turn your head to look at him. “You want to know if I actually…”

“Do you?”

“I’ve thought about it..” You say. “But I usually struggle to actually make anything happen.”

“Easier with another person.”

“You could say that..”

Jake hums. “Want to try then?”

“Jacob Thomas, are you horny?” You say, setting your phone and twisting yourself to lay on your side.

“Can you blame me? I just pictured that whole scene in my head and now I’m dying..”

You can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips. “Well I’m sure there’s a woman downstairs that can help you with that.”

You go to climb off the bed when he speaks up again. “What if I wanted you?”

You pause at the foot of the bed before turning to look at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“Well.. I mean.. You’re already here.. I’m horny as fuck and you just said you struggle to get yourself off to this.. Plus, I bet it’d be a great stress reliever.”

You sit there, at the end of the bed, and think about his proposal. How bad could it be? Besides, you haven’t had good sex in months. Though assuming you’ll have good sex with Jake is a stretch, you still barely know him.

“Alright..” You say as you turn around to face him.

He pushes himself up into a sitting position. “Seriously?”

“Don’t let me change my mind.”

“Then lock the door.”

You do as he says and lock the door to the bedroom. He waves you back to the bed. Crawling back onto the bed, he directs you to lay on your back.

“First things first,” He says. “At any given point, you can say no and we can stop.”

“Okay..”

“Can I touch you?” He asks.

“Yes.. Please.. Please touch me..”

He scoffs but gently lays his hand on your thigh. He slowly slides his hand up underneath your skirt. His eyes look back at you and you nod your head. He moves your underwear to the side and slowly presses his middle finger in through your folds. You let out a pitchy moan as he slowly starts to pump his fingers inside of you.

“How did it go in the book?” He asks.

“This is just…fine..” You breathe. “Perfect.. Please keep going.”

“Yeah?”

You nod your head and chew on your bottom lip. He continues pumping his fingers before dragging them down your walls, just like it was described in the book. “Oh fuck, Jake…” You tighten your thighs around his arm as he keeps pumping his fingers inside of you.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Fuck.. Yes..”

You can feel your core tightening the longer he fucks his fingers inside of you. But that isn’t all that you feel. Jake’s taken it upon himself to grind against your thigh. His hardened cock can be felt through his pants. Even though he’s working you to your own orgasm, you slip your hand between you two and rub him through his pants.

“Naughty girl..” He says.

“Don’t want you to feel left out..”

He chuckles and leans down to kiss your neck. “We’ll get there.”

He keeps pumping his fingers and dragging them along your walls until he’s finally got your coming undone on his hand. “There you are beautiful.”

You're thankful that the music is loud enough that no one downstairs can hear you moaning Jake’s name.

“You sound so beautiful.”

As you come down from your high, he removes his fingers from inside of you and licks them clean of your release.

“You even taste beautiful too.”

You can’t help but to roll your eyes before you sit up and slide your body down the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

You simply ignore him and get to work on undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. He lifts his hips high enough for you to pull his pants down to set him free. And when he is, you set to work. First wrapping your mouth around his cock and taking him in as far as you can.

He breathes out a breathy moan as he rests his arms behind his head.

You glance up slightly to see him already looking down at you. Sticking out your tongue, you curl it around his shaft before dragging it upwards as you release him from your mouth. Going back down again, you keep a steady pace of bobbing your head until he takes over and thrusts his hips up, pushing himself deeper into your mouth until he touches the back of your throat. You gag slightly and he moans.

“Baby, I think I’m gonna..” He moans. “I can’t..”

You continue your pattern of bobbing and licking him, slowly bringing him to his own release. His warm seed fills your mouth and you swallow it quickly, allowing only a little of it to dribble down your chin. He quickly sits up and pulls you in for a kiss and licks up the rest of his release from your chin.

He brings his other hand to your hip and gives it a little squeeze. “Clothes off..” He says.

Doing as he says, you climb off of the bed and start to pull your up and over your head before tossing it to the floor. His jaw falls slack when he discovers that you’ve opted for no bra for the night. He slides his pants off the rest of the way and kicks them to the floor before pulling you back onto his lap. Instantly he envelopes one of your breasts in his mouth and sucks gently on your nipple. He gives it a soft tug with his teeth before moving onto the next one.

He has you bent over backwards as he licks through the valley of your breasts and leaves sloppy, wet kisses down to your naval. Pulling you back up, he rolls you both over and continues kissing down your body until he reaches the waistband of your underwear. He tugs on them with his teeth and pulls them down from your waist.

After he fully takes them off, he settles him between your legs and kisses around your aching core. You whimper when you feel him slide his tongue through your folds only to flick your clit with his tongue.

“That wasn’t… In the book..” You moan.

He chuckles, the vibration feeling pleasurable against your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I know..”

Asshole.

He slides his tongue inside of you, making your back arch and your toes curl as you squeeze his head between your thighs. You can feel him smile again but he never lets up. He goes back to thrusting his tongue inside of you. He kneads his fingers into the skin of your hips, pushing you closer to his face.

He soon pulls away, making you whine from the loss of contact. He smirks and unbuttons the rest of his shirt before discarding it to the floor. Leaning back over you, he leaves kisses back up your body before stopping on your lips. Your slick covered his mouth and that’s what you could taste mixed with the alcohol still lingering on his lips.

“Definitely not in the book.”

He releases a breathy laugh against your cheek. He nudges your head to the side with his nose and presses a kiss to the backside of your ear.

“None of this will be from the book..” He says in your ear. “This is all me..” He presses his cock against your soaked core making you gasp. “May I?”

“Jacob has manners..” You tease.

Jake takes a hand and twists your nipple making you gasp. “Of course I do, darling.” He says with his faux English accent. “Yes or no, sweetheart?”

“Yes…” You sigh. “Please, yes.”

“Now look who’s using their manners?”

“I have been using my manners..” You say, reaching down to squeeze his ass.

He chuckles and reaches a hand down between the two of you. Lining himself up with your entrance he slowly eases himself inside as far as he can go.

“Sweet mother of pearls..” He groans, his head resting in the crook of your neck. “You feel so good… Do you feel okay?” He asks and lifts his head to look at you.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You say.

Lifting himself up on his hands, he starts to move, sliding out to the tip before pushing back inside. His eyes never left yours as he thrusted into you over and over again.

“Fucking is such a good stress reliever,” Jake says between thrusts. “Don’t you think?”

“Yes..” You moan. “So.. So good..”

You palm his ass cheeks in your hands forcing him deeper inside of you. He groans, rolling his eyes. He leans his head down and sucks as your neck, not once breaking the steady rhythm of his thrusts. You wrap your arms around his waist, digging your fingertips into his back, feeling his muscles flexing with each movement that he makes.

You find yourself sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your core grows tighter and tighter.

By now the bedposts were hitting the wall, the bed creaking with every thrust. No doubt anyone downstairs could hear everything now. Your moans filled his ears like a melody though to anyone else, they probably sounded pornagraphic.

He can feel your walls tighten around his cock and he smiles against your neck. “Let go for me baby..” He says.

And you do.

The coil finally snapped inside of you and you cried out his name as your orgasm washes over you.

“Such a good girl.” You can hear him say as he continues fuckin into you. He works himself to his own orgasm and he goes to pull out but you stop him.

“I’m on the pill..” You say breathlessly. “Fill me up, Jake.. I want to feel all of it…”

“Yeah?”

You eagerly nod your head, tightening your legs around his body and caging him in. He chuckles and thrusts a few more times before he’s reaching his own high. His body tenses and he’s emptying out completely inside of you.

“Gah, fuck!” He cries out before he’s bearing all of his weight on top of your body.

A minute later, he’s carefully withdrawing from inside of you before rolling over and dropping down onto his back.

“Soo.. What was better? This? Or the book?” He says as he turns over onto his side to face you.

You can’t stifle the laugh that escapes you. “You must not be confident if you’re comparing yourself to a fictional character.”

He rolls his eyes and props himself up on his elbow. “Yes, well, you can’t have sex with a fictional character.”

“One can dream..” You hum.

“Are you feeling less stressed now then?”

“Very.. You?”

He scoffs. “I was never stressed.”

“I’d beg to differ..” You say. “You went from soft and sweet to rough and angry–not that I’m complaining, but it appears I’m not the only one who was stressed.”

“Consider this a “the end of tour fucking”.” He says. “I’m so relieved that it’s over.”

“Ahhh so you were stressed.” You say, patting his chest and sitting up.

You climb off the bed and retrieve your underwear to pull back followed by your dress. Jake was following closely behind and buckling his belt when a knock came on the door.

“Room’s occupied.” Jake calls.

“Yeah I know,” Josh calls back through the door. “I owe Sam twenty bucks. But when you come downstairs, can you bring the sheets with you and throw them in the washer?”

You can’t help but to giggle when you see Jake’s face flush with red. “Sure, whatever.”

“Thank you!” Josh calls again.

The two of you soon make your way downstairs again and split in different directions, Jake to the laundry room and you to the kitchen. Josh is standing at the island counter with a fresh drink in his hand and a smirk plastered on his face.

“I knew inviting you tonight would be a good thing.”

“You tell no one, it just happened.”

“Oh honey, everyone heard..” Sam says as he walks by and sips on his drink.

“Then I think we did a great job.” You hear Jake from behind you.

“Oh gross..” Sam groans as he takes another drink and leaves the kitchen.

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