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Reasons for Waiting, Part Two

probably my most requested piece. gather your tissues. read part one before reading this. word count: 2.7k

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“You said you would wait for me, that was the loudest lie I’ve ever been told.”

“Okay, drama queen, just take your turn already,” Jake rolled his eyes at his older brother. 

“Oh, guess who I ran into today,” Josh spoke slowly as he moved his Monopoly piece across the board, his eyes lulling to stare at Danny. Subtlety has never been in his genes.

“Who’s that?,” Danny spoke around the beer bottle raised to his lips.

“Y/N.”

A splatter of the liquid landed on the corner of Josh’s mouth, making him chuckle as he reached to wipe it. Sam reaching for a napkin to clean up the rest of the beer that had been spat out of Danny’s mouth.

“Like from home? Where the fuck did you see her? Is she here? In town? Where did you see her? What did you- what did she say?”

“I’d love to tell you all of the details, if you’d shut the fuck up, my beloved Daniel,” Josh laughed along with his brothers at the shock the simple confession had put Danny in. “I ran into her at Publix. She said she’s doing great, she’s in town visiting her fiancé. She’s still doing photography. She’s got purple hair. Lots of tattoos. This really cute nose ring,” Josh rambled on, waving his hands about.

Fiancé. Danny’s heart was sitting in his lap. He didn’t hear any of the other words Josh’s mouth was spewing out at him. Staring at his lips as he continued talking, all Daniel could hear was blood rushing in his head and the hammering of his heart. His body moved faster than his mind, scooting his chair back a little too aggressively as it slammed into the wall behind him. His legs carried him out the door, he leaned over the banister of Jake’s back patio, feeling lightheaded and nauseous. 

What the fuck is wrong with me? I haven’t seen her in six years. I haven’t spoken to her in five years. Why do I care? Who the fuck is she engaged to? Did she have an engagement party? Did she think about inviting me? Will I be invited to the wedding? Holy fuck. A wedding. She’s going to get married. It won’t be me.

“Babe? What are you doing out here?,” her voice was shrill and it went ran a shiver down his spine. “Are you alright, what happened?” Her hands felt like flames against his skin, burning straight through his shirt.

“I don’t want to be with you.”

“Excuse me?,” her touch turning icy cold. “Like, you need some air, some space?”

He laughed, tearful and gruff, at how hopeful she sounded.

“No. Like I do not want to date you. It’s over, it’s done. I’m in love with someone else,” his voice was stern, even while it wavered as tears streaked his cheeks.

He let out a breath of relief when she left without another word. He didn’t have the strength to argue right now. A rush of wind blew through, Danny closed his eyes, leaning into it. The breeze drying his tears as the moonlight washed over him. He could picture it so vividly in his mind, your presence next to him. 

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He’s 18, it’s his last round of golf on the high school team. He’s oddly emotional, feeling stupid as his eyes begin to water. One glance over at the crowd and his eyes find you, your hand waving him toward you, the other reaching into your bag to get his sunglasses out. He jogs over, so grateful for your over packing tendencies. Slides the oversized glasses on, hiding his reddening eyes from the other players. A kiss to the back of your hand, and he’s back on the fairway. 

He’s 16, his dad is behind him in the mirror, teaching him how to tie his tie. Dan is smiling at his son, his little boy is growing up. Junior prom came in the blink of an eye. Danny’s hands were shaking, growing more and more nervous as the minutes ticked by. He was awaiting your arrival with bated breath, knowing you would look the most beautiful in your dress. His heart stopped, his jaw dropped, his stomach hurt. The rose gold gown you wore caught the setting sunlight in the most glorious way. “Aphrodite,” he called you for the entire evening.

He’s 12, feeling what he could only explain as his first ‘real’ heartbreak. The girl he finally worked up the courage to ask to be his girlfriend had told everyone she only said yes as a joke. He hid in the gymnasium, skipping three classes in a row. The door swung open and he dropped between the bleachers, hoping it wasn’t a teacher and if it was, that they hadn’t seen him. “Daniel, come out of there,” his cheeks glowed red when he heard your voice. Lifting himself out of the bleachers, he saw you approaching him with the worried look of a mother on your face. “You can’t run away from all of your problems, you know?” He didn’t need to, just this one. You understood, and held him in your arms while he cried of how embarrassed he was. You skipped the rest of your classes for the day, walking home with him after the final school bell rang. You made sure he had a glass of water by his bed before you left him as he fell into his bed. His mother gave you a hug before you left, whispering in your ear “you will be such a good wife some day.” 

He’s 7, sat huffing on the side walk with two skinned knees. Unsure if he’s crying because he’s angry, or angry because he’s crying. That stupid jerk from the 9th grade had pushed him while he was trying to skateboard, stealing his board and leaving him bloody and humiliated. He didn’t want to walk home, knowing his mom would give him the fifth degree for losing the board she didn’t even want to buy him in the first place. “I thought you were doing a good job before,” you muttered as you plopped yourself down next to him. “You’re better than that idiot, that’s probably why he took your board. So he could practice some more. He’s a loser.” He stared at you in confusion. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” he stared at your hand outstretched to him. “I’m Daniel. You can call me Danny, though.” He shook your hand.

He’s 24, understanding just how big of a mistake he had made with his life.

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“Did she say where she was staying?,” Danny was panting, out of breath from crying harder as he ran back inside to find Josh again.

“Uh, not specifically. Just said her fiancé lived near the river. I’d guess those apartments by- hey, Dan, wait, don’t-“ Josh couldn’t finish his thought as Danny was sprinting out of the front door, jumping into his car. 

He drove to the river, looking at GPS on his phone, seeing all of the apartment buildings in the area, all of the houses and condos, he felt his shoulders deflate with defeat and his eyes fill with tears once again.

A knock on his window startled him, his head springing up to look at the passenger side of his car. 

“Daniel?”

“Holy fuck.”

“Hi, Daniel,” you laughed, mostly in disbelief as he scrambled out of his car.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he crushed you against his chest, fingers not able to sit still — squeezing into your sides, tangling into your hair, grasping at the back of your sweatshirt, like he thought you’d vanish if he let you break away from him.

“Yeah, I missed you too, Dan,” you did, that was true. The bitterness that you sat with for a while had vanished long ago. “It’s been so crazy to watch your career. I am so fucking proud of you,” you pushed him away from you to look into his eyes, showing him you really meant it.

“You have purple hair,” his eyes were roaming over your appearance, he’s taking so much in at once and he’s overwhelmed.

“Indeed I do, thanks for observing,” you laughed, pushing him further away from you. “Would you like to come in?” You waved your hand in the general direction of the apartment complex across the street.

Hm. Even with no address, no idea of where he was going or what he was looking for, he had found you. He felt proud of that, universal pull or intuition or soulmate attraction or something.

“I’d love to but- I don’t want to- Josh told me-” he didn’t want to say the words again.

“Josh told you that I’m engaged? What a fucking rat. Um, yeah, so, this is actually his apartment but he’s out of town so. Yeah, no worries about running into him or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He simply nodded, letting you lead the way. 

“What were you doing in this area anyway? Josh said you live all the way on the other side of town,” you left him to get comfy on the couch as you grabbed some drinks from the kitchen.

“You asked him about me?,” he stared at the tattoo on your wrist as you handed him a beer. The letters scrolled honey across your skin.

“Okay, I know a lot of time has passed but I think I still know you pretty well and I know this conversation will go absolutely nowhere because your brain is scattered right now. So, ask what you want to ask. Say what you want to say. Get the elephant out of the room, okay?,” you could hardly look into his eyes, knowing he had been crying, wondering if you were the reason why his face was red and puffy.

“You’re engaged? Who is he?,” Danny was quick to spit it out, the question fucking killing him since he heard Josh utter the word.

“His name is Jason, he’s a wonderful guy. Everything you always told me I deserved. Here,” you scooted the photo album that lay on the coffee table closer to him. He realized he hadn’t even taken in his surroundings, snatching up the book and flipping it open so he could see who this man was.

“I didn’t tell Josh where I was staying,” you mumbled. He left that unanswered as he thumbed through the photo book quickly, absorbing as much of these memories as he could, seeing so much of your life that he had missed out on.

“When did you guys meet?,” he needed to know how long this had been happening, somehow he thought that might ease the ache that was spreading in his chest.

“2018. He worked at the tattoo shop that I started going to, and he sat with me in the parking lot one night after a tattoo and we talked for hours. He wanted to know why I was in such a rush to change myself, asked about the word I had him put on my wrist,” your thumb mindlessly brushed over the area as you spoke. “I told him all about you.”

Danny’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, breaking away from watching the motion of your fingers. “What?”

“Well, it was you, after all,” you laughed. “God, I loved you so much Daniel. I really, truly thought it was going to be us. The day you told me you were leaving, I knew. I would never be enough. You were going to have this huge, spectacular life, and I’ve just been happy to see it from the sidelines. I really am proud of you,” you reached over to wipe his tears before you wiped your own, forever putting him before yourself.

“It is us, honey. I swear it is. That’s why I found you tonight,” a sob fell out of his mouth, “I love you. I love you so much and I always have and I’m so fucking sorry I let you go. I should have never sent that last message, it wasn’t what I wanted but I thought it was best and now I’m a fucking wreck because you’re engaged and I can’t watch you marry someone that isn’t me.”

The silence the two of you sat in was full of pain, yearning, regret, and worst of all - disconnect.

“Daniel, I’m in love with Jason. I haven’t been in love with you in a long time. You coming here and making these statements isn’t going to change that, honey.” 

“Can I come?,” his voice was weak, he sounded like a child just shot down from getting his favorite treat.

“To the wedding? You don’t want that, Daniel,” your voice was still full of intent, getting your point across, but shaking as you let your emotions take root.

“You think you aren’t enough for me?”

“What?,” you let out a light laugh at his not so subtle questioning. His mind truly is everywhere and nowhere tonight.

“That’s what you said, a minute ago. You said you knew you would never be enough. You’re wrong. So fucking wrong it’s despicable. You’re everything. You were too good for me, always were too good for me. From the first day we met and you cared more than my own mother about my banged up knees and making sure I wasn’t upset about what that dick Greg O’Connell said to me- you cared about me. Far more than I ever deserved, honestly. Far more than I ever showed you how much I cared. I did, though, I do. I always will care so much about you. I’ll always find you, GPS be damned. Your soul rests with mine and that is something no one can ever take from me. He can take you, marry you, make a family with you. But your soul will always be for me. We’ll find each other again. Maybe the next trip around the Sun. I want to go to the wedding, I want to know and feel that pain, let it hurt enough that I remember it the next time. In the next life, I’ll remember that knife in my fucking chest and I’ll never be selfish enough to let you go again.”

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As much as everyone, yourself included, agreed it was a bad idea, the following summer you invited Danny and the guys to the wedding. They sat third row from the back on your side, they cheered the loudest when you kissed your husband for the first time. Never able to mistake Josh’s loud whoops or Jake’s wolf whistle for anyone else. As you walked down the aisle to your future, you locked eyes with Daniel. The smile on his face was genuine. So were the tears rolling down his face. You scrunched your nose at him, he returned it immediately. A signal through the years of silently saying I love you, and in this case a thank you for all of the years passed and growth done.

Three weeks later, you sat on the floor of your living room watching a shuffling playlist of music videos on YouTube, sifting through and opening gifts that were left for you and your husband at your wedding. A stack of blank thank you cards sat on the coffee table, writing a personalized one for every person. Opening a sky blue gift bag, pulling out the white stuffing paper, your eyes landed on a white card envelope first. Only your name scrolled across the front, you opened it to begin reading- interrupted by a quick glance toward the TV where ‘Light My Love’ by Greta Van Fleet just begun to play.

Beneath it, encased still in the original plastic box, the boutonniere that he donned the night of Junior prom. A pink rose, dusted with gold, now dried and partially crumbled. You hugged it to your chest, rising from your spot on the floor and wandering to the bookshelves across the room. Ever so gently, as not to jostle it anymore, you reached up on your tip toes to place the gift on the shelf. Right next to the framed photo of yourself and Daniel at graduation.

[jankandjonch]

THIS Jake especially has my heart 🥲

i could scream about jake in hats forever actually

[jankandjonch]

18+ BELOW THE CUT!!

definitely not thinking about sitting on the couch, reading a book, josh laying near you. however he starts to get bored with just watching tv, so he turns to you and decides he wants you. he crawls over to you but you are so lost in your book, not noticing his movements yet. however, his hands trail up and stroke your thighs, catching your attention. you look at him, his eyes dark with lust and want.

“what are you doing, baby?” you ask. he hums and leans forward, spreading your legs a bit.

“i wanna love on you, baby. can i?”

“josh, i’m trying to read.”

“you can still read, i just want my mouth on your pretty, little, pink pussy.” his words send a shiver up your spine and you let out a shaky sigh. “can i?”

“yes joshy.” he giggles and blushes at the name before he lays flat, getting comfortable between your legs.

he takes your shorts and panties off, and by now, it was very hard to keep reading with him between your legs.

but you continue on as he kisses your inner thighs.

“i don’t wanna distract you, darling. just keep reading, okay?”

“you’re making it hard already.”

“and i’m already hard just thinking about it.”

you giggle and shake your head as he settles in, placing his lips right on your center. in the small amount of time, you had already been aroused enough, so he was absolutely a mess already.

“mm, taste so good, baby. as you always do,” he mutters against you. the sounds of him eating you out filled the room, making you even more worked up.

at this point, it was impossible to continue reading. but you tried your hardest. however, when he locked up into your hole and then up to your clit, your head lulled back, after reading the same sentence three times over.

“hm, you’re not reading anymore,” he points out, having looked up at you quickly.

“i-i cant, josh,” you moan, reaching down to grab his hair and push him further into you.

“but you can. don’t mind me, i just needed to go down on you, like i needed air.” he continues talking through it, pausing to say something dirty or suggestive.

“mm, i love the sounds you’re making. sound so sexy for me.”

“god, you’re so wet. do i make you this wet, honey?”

“gonna come for me, pretty? hm? come all over my face, yeah?”

you had made sure to put your bookmark in its place before dropping your book to the ground to focus on the beautiful man between your legs, currently licking you to orgasm like his life depended on it.

“josh, please, oh god,” you whimper, your back arching slightly, your hips grinding into his face. “‘m so close, baby.”

“yeah?” he opens his eyes and looks up at you, loving to watch the way you unravel and fall apart for him. “cum for me, baby. come on. you’re so close, i can feel it.”

he shuts up and sucks your clit into his mouth, shaking his head side to side while stimulating the bundle of nerves with his talented tongue. within seconds, your orgasm washes over you, your legs shaking as they snap around his head, keeping him in place.

josh was making noises of his own, pleasuring you was always something he enjoyed, no matter what. your whimpers and whines mix together in the otherwise silent room.

josh’s tongue laps up at your leaking hole, drinking up every last drop of your orgasm. you push his head away when the feeling gets too much, and he gets the signal immediately.

pulling away from you, his cheeks are tinted pink, lips plump and coated in your juices, his chin in the same state. his mouth was slightly agape as he tries to control his own breathing.

his beautiful brown eyes were blown wide with lust, wanting nothing more than to stay between your thighs for the rest of his life.

a smirk graces his face the moment he notices your blissed out expression.

“what happened in the chapter you were reading, huh?” he giggles, pointing to the discarded and forgotten book on the floor.

“fuck off, josh,” you chuckle, bringing him up to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on him still.

“i’d like to fuck you, now.”

“go on then, now that we know i’m not reading anymore right now.”

[jankandjonch]

Okay but I just had a soft Josh thought..🥹

Imagine it’s a dreary weekend day, you’re feeling particularly lazy after having a rough nights sleep.

Moving down from your bed to the couch as to not disturb Josh sleeping in.

You wrap yourself in blankets and turn on your favorite tv show. Maybe it’s some shitty reality tv show that you like to watch when Josh is away so he doesn’t judge you.

You’re about to start drifting off when you see Josh walk into the living room out of the corner of your eye. He’s clad in his boxer briefs and a plain white t shirt as usual.

“What are you doing down here? I missed you..” He says as he’s rubbing his eye free from the sleep he just awoke from.

“Didn’t want to disturb you is all.” You smiled up at him as he pulled the blanket backs and crawled over you. You opened your arms up to him as he sandwiched himself between you and the back of the couch, slipping an arm under your back he rested his head in the crook of your neck and tangled your legs in his own.

“You disturbed me by not being there when I woke up.” He spoke softly into your neck, the feeling of his mustache against your skin causing goosebumps to rise.

“So dramatic.” You giggled.

You ran your fingers through the bottom of his hair, scratching his scalp slowly in the process. The smell of his shampoo and cologne from yesterday wafting into your nose. You felt Josh fully relax in your arms and you brushed some of the hair from his forehead and placed a soft kiss. You felt Josh’s nose slowly drag up the column of your throat and the feeling of his lips placing a soft kiss on your neck caused you to sigh out loud. You began to drift off to the sounds of the tv in the background, the feeling of Joshs fingers caressing your hip and the soft rise and fall of his chest against your body…

[jankandjonch]

josh's song || josh kiszka x reader

Read on AO3 | Cabin Fever Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Summary: The Cabin Fever gang celebrates Josh's birthday. || Standalone in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader, Jake x Sparrow, Sam x Danny | Genres: pure fluff | Word Count: 3.6k | Warnings: none!

A/N: This fic was inspired by the pictures of Josh's birthday picnic - of course I had to have a little celebration with the Cabin Fever gang ♡

“Sam!” You smacked his hand away from the perfectly constructed charcuterie board in the middle of the table. “Don’t you dare!”

“Ow, what?” He withdrew his hand and pouted at you. “Josh won’t notice if one cracker is out of place, will he?”

“Now, Sam,” Jake scolded. “Don’t drive her any more crazy than she already is about this.” He tried to hand you a drink. “Here.”

“Not yet,” you said, knowing you were being a little high-strung about this party but desperately wanting everything to be perfect. This would be Josh’s first birthday as a married man, and though you knew it probably didn’t make a difference to him, nor to any of your friends gathered in your backyard for his party, it mattered to you.

Unfortunately, you were also taking your anxiety out on your friends, and you were thankful for how they were bearing with you.

“Okay, maybe just a little bit,” you conceded, taking the drink from Jake. He smirked when you spluttered a little.

“Jeez, Jake,” you managed. “How much tequila is in this, anyway?”

“Enough to chill your ass out, honey,” he said. He waved it away when you tried to hand it back to you. “No, no. You need it more than I do.”

Sam left the food alone and came to your side.

“It’s gonna be great, kiddo,” he said with an encouraging smile. “You could have given Josh a lunchable on a beach towel and he would still think it’s the best birthday ever. He’s gonna freak out when he sees all this.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, still a little doubtful. You looked over the spread of artfully mismatched rugs, pillows, futons, and little tables decorated with candles, incense, flowers, and crystals from the vast collection you and Josh shared. Everything was under a clear tent that let the sun shine through; when the sun set, the fairy lights strung across it would give the party a cosy glow. Jake had personally overseen the bar and made sure there were plenty of fixings for salty dogs; Danny, currently the lookout for when Josh got home, had curated the perfect playlist. Sam and Sparrow had been a willing pair of extra hands for you, helping you set up everything to your liking. Everything was perfect. You hoped.

“Sam’s right,” Jake said, patting your cheek. “Josh is gonna love it.”

You tried to let yourself believe it, but you were nervous for Josh to come home. The anticipation was terrible; you were so excited for him to see everything, and you couldn’t wait to celebrate his birthday with him for the first time as his wife.

Fortunately, you didn’t have long to wait. Danny and Sparrow all but ran out the back door, tripping over themselves and laughing in their haste to get outside.

“He’s here!” Danny said. “Everybody act natural!”

All of a sudden, the nervous, excited energy that had plagued you all day seemed to take hold of the rest of your small party. Jake took his drink when you shoved it into his hands, holding it like he didn’t know what to do with it; Sam rushed around to light the candles and cursed like a sailor at the lighter when it wouldn’t work. All five of you caught a case of the giggles as you tried to be casual while running around trying to make sure everything was ready.

“Okay, okay!” you laughed, trying to create order out of chaos. “Danny, help your boyfriend light the stupid candles. Jake, fix Josh’s drink. Sparrow, turn on the music and make sure nothing catches on fire.”

You got a chorus of “yes ma’am” in response as you went inside and made your way to the front door. Nothing in your house gave away the party in the backyard; by all appearances, you were welcoming your husband home to a quiet afternoon.

You’d just reached the door when Josh opened it, and you tried to keep your beaming smile in check as you greeted him.

“Hi, honey,” you said, giving him a kiss. “How was the store?”

His smile was a little bemused. “Like it always is, I guess.” He held up the grocery bag of random things you’d sent him to get just to get him out of the house. “What are we making with all this, anyway?”

You pretended to be bashful. “I thought it might be fun to cook dinner together,” you said. You touched your fingers to the crystal on his necklace. “I know it’s not fancy, but... I thought it would be fun to do for your birthday. I don’t know. Maybe it’s dumb.”

“No, it’s not,” he assured you quickly. He gave you a sweet smile. “I’d love to cook dinner together, baby. Thank you for thinking of it.”

You smiled up at him, barely able to contain your excitement. “Oh, I’m glad you like it. We can use some tomatoes from the garden, too — some of them are finally ready to be picked. Do you want to see?”

He set the grocery bag on the counter and took your hand, happily following you out to the back yard. His willingness and contentment in doing something so simple for his birthday was like an arrow to your heart, and you couldn’t wait to show him his surprise.

“Do you have music on outside?” he asked. He grinned. “Shall we do a little dancing in our garden, baby?”

You squeezed his hand. “Something like that, honey.”

When you opened the back door, you looked up at your husband to watch his reaction as a chorus of “surprise!” greeted him. A wide smile spread across his face, his cheeks going a little pink with pleasure and excitement; he only took a second to take things in before he looked over at you.

“Baby!” he said, his voice bright with wonder and delight. “What is this?”

You grinned. “What do you think, handsome?” You kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday, Josh.”

He took your face in his hands and kissed your thoroughly, earning some enthusiastic wolf whistles from your friends. You blushed and looked up at him with adoration.

“Do you like it?” you asked softly.

He beamed. “I love it.” He kissed your nose. “I love you. Thank you.”

You watched with a beaming smile as he gave everyone a hug, thanking them for his party and telling them how happy he was to celebrate with them. When he came back to you, he took your hand and asked you to show him around, taking note of every detail like you’d hoped he would. 

“You did a beautiful job, baby,” he praised, glancing his fingers over the chunky citrine on the low table. “Are these all our crystals?”

You nodded. “I thought they would look pretty out here in the sun.”

He smiled. “They do. They look almost as pretty as you.”

You gave him a bashful smile and touched his cheek. “I have another surprise for you.”

“Bring it on, baby.”

You laughed and ushered him over to Sparrow, who was busy setting up her collection of face paint near the bar. Jake was making Danny a drink, and you saw that he was already sporting a silver moon and a dusting of stars over his cheeks.

“Oh, wonderful,” Josh said with a grin, rubbing his hands together as he took a seat on the futon in front of her. “Sparrow, I think I’ll leave the creative decisions entirely up to you.”

“How daring,” she teased, getting her paint ready. “Jake was a little nervous I’d paint him to look like a tiger or something.”

“I was not,” Jake chided. “I just wanted something a little more... subtle, that’s all.”

“I think it looks great,” you said. “Very becoming.”

Jake shrugged. “My girl knows how to pretty me up, what can I say?”

Sam came over from raiding the charcuterie board he was finally allowed to enjoy and asked Danny for a sip of the drink Jake had only just handed him. Danny, selfless as ever, handed it over without complaint.

“What face paint are you getting?” Danny asked him.

“I was thinking of doing a Jackson Pollock type thing,” he joked. “You know, just letting Sparrow splatter paint all over my face.” He handed Danny’s drink back. “Thanks for sharing, honey.”

Danny smiled. “You’re welcome, love.”

Josh tipped his face up to you when Sparrow was finished, looking for your approval. The design was simple and pretty, gold and white lines across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, a gentle curve of white with red dots over the apples of his cheeks. 

“Adorable,” you said, taking his chin and giving him a kiss.

“Hey lovebirds,” Sparrow said. “Look at me.”

You did, and you smiled when she took a couple pictures of you. She sent them to you, and you laughed out loud at the one with Josh's big, wide-eyed smile and a paintbrush held in front of his face.

“This is the one I'm posting,” you told him.

He grinned up at you. “Awesome.”

He stood and brought another futon over. “Can I do your face paint?” he asked. “Not that I think Sparrow wouldn’t do a terrific job, but I have an idea I want to try.”

You smiled. “Sure, honey.”

You took a seat, and he and Sparrow shared her paints as she gave Danny a dusting of little pink hearts over his cheeks.

“You have the prettiest features, baby,” Josh said gently.

You blushed, watching the almost reverent way he studied your face as he thought out his design.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He met your eyes and smiled. “I love you.”

You leaned close and kissed him. “I love you too.”

He let you kiss him for a moment before he drew back.

“Now, no more distracting me, sweetheart,” he said seriously. “I have to concentrate.”

You breathed a laugh and sat still as he began to paint. The brush tickled your cheek, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t smile, baby,” Josh said, though he was smiling too.

“But it tickles,” you said.

He laughed. “I know, I’m sorry.” He touched a few fingers to your chin and gently turned your head. “Try not to smile, just for a minute.”

When he was finally done, he set the paints aside and pulled his phone out. “Okay, now give me a big smile.”

You grinned, and you liked that he smiled just because you did.

“There,” he said, showing you the picture. “What do you think?”

He’d given you delicate golden sunbeams over your cheeks, some of them dripping artfully, some of them ending in little white stars.

“You made me beautiful, Josh.”

He gave you a gentle smile. “You’re always beautiful, baby. I just added the sunshine I see every time I look at you.”

When everybody’s face was painted — Sparrow gave Sam a splash of daisies on his cheeks, and in return he gave her lovely blue and white clouds — you gathered around the circular table of snacks to eat, drink, and be merry. The afternoon passed into evening as your little family talked and laughed and shared fond memories of the birthday boy, each of you getting steadily more tipsy and giggly and sunkissed. The boys brought out guitars from your music room and played for a long while, and they invited you and Sparrow to sing along when they played an actual song instead of just inventing one on the fly.

“When are we doing presents?” Sam asked eventually. “Danny and I got you the greatest gift ever.”

Danny smiled. “It is pretty good, actually.”

Josh looked to you. “What do you think, my lovely master of ceremonies? Is now a good time to do presents?”

“It’s your party, sweetheart,” you said with a smile, standing to get his present and bring them over. “We can do whatever you want.”

Josh stood and followed you to the table where the presents had been set up.

“What if I want to take you to bed, Mrs. Kiszka?” he asked in a low voice, a handsome smirk on his face as he snuck a hand into your back pocket.

“Josh,” you scolded, though you were sure your blushing smile gave you away. You gave him a quick kiss. “Patience, lover. You’re getting another birthday surprise later tonight.”

“Oh?” he said, giving you a pleased grin. “Well, in that case, I guess I can try and behave.”

You laughed and gave his shoulder a playful smack as you gathered his presents, and the two of you rejoined your friends under the cosy twinkle of fairy lights with an armful of gifts.

“That’s from us,” Jake said when Josh picked his first present, a stack of two gifts tied together with a pretty ribbon.

“I see you let Sparrow do the wrapping,” Josh teased. “Wise man.”

He started to undo the ribbon but hesitated, looking back up at Jake and Sparrow.

“Hey, what are we doing for your birthday?” he asked.

Jake grinned. “You’re just now remembering that we share a birthday, huh?”

Everybody laughed at that, and Josh gave his twin an affectionate eye-roll.

“Ha-ha, alright. What are we doing, though?”

Jake shrugged. “No clue.” He looked over at his brand-new wife of only a few months and gave her a smile. “Maybe my Mrs. Kiszka has something up her sleeve too.”

Sparrow pinked, trying to be nonchalant but given away by the smile she couldn’t hide.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she teased. “Josh is the favorite twin, so he gets the party.”

Jake laughed. “Oh, I see how it is.”

Sparrow took Jake’s hand but looked over at you, both of you smiling when your eyes met. Everybody but the twins knew that you were doing a pirate-themed birthday bash for Jake in a few days. A new pirate-themed bar downtown was having its grand opening next week, but Sparrow had sweet-talked them into letting her throw a private party for Jake Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet before they were technically open to the public.

“Well, since I’m the favorite twin,” Josh said tartly, “I expect quite the tremendous gift.”

You smiled, knowing he was only teasing; Josh would be touched and thrilled at anything his best friends gave him.

“So there’s two gifts, obviously,” Sparrow said as he started to unwrap the smaller present, sounding a little unsure. “I picked out the one you’re holding, but it’s.... well, you’ll see.”

Josh gave her a sweet smile. “You don’t think I’ll like it?”

“Well...”

He opened the little box to reveal a quartz necklace, the exact same necklace he was wearing. His laugh was bright and musical, sweet and surprised.

“Look at that,” he said, grinning ear to ear as he held it up for everyone to see. “Sparrow, you know me so well.”

“I didn’t know until you walked out here earlier that you already had it,” she said, her expression caught between regret that he already had it and relief that he didn’t hate it. “I can return it and get something else.”

“No way,” Josh said, putting it on to rest against his chest with the other necklace. “You can never have too much of a good thing.”

He reached over his twin and gave Sparrow’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I love it, Sparrow. Thank you very much.”

She gave him a warm smile. “You’re welcome, Josh. Happy birthday.”

He opened Jake’s present next, a handsome leather journal and a set of nice pens.

“Thought it was better for songwriting than that notebook of yours that’s falling apart,” Jake said.

Josh smiled as he thumbed through the pages, admiring the feel of the journal. “It’s wonderful. Thank you, Jake.”

Sam and Danny’s present was next, and all of you gushed over it.

“You got me the Master for my birthday?” Josh asked with a delighted laugh. He held the black-hooded figurine up to show you. “Look at this, baby. It’s the guy from all our posters.”

“It holds the amethyst, too,” Sam said, nodding to the crystal sphere they’d given him with the figurine.

“Or a candle,” Danny added. “Or whatever you want him to hold, I guess.”

Josh gave them a charming smile. “I love it. Thank you.”

Your present was last, and you watched his face to see his reaction. You hoped he liked it; it wasn’t much, but you hoped it would be meaningful to him.

“Oh, baby.”

You flushed with pleasure at the wonder in his voice. “You like them?”

He held up the delicate gold earrings, his special triangle symbol dangling from each hoop. They were pretty in the soft light, and Josh tenderly brushed his thumb over them.

“I love them, baby,” he said gently. He turned to you and gave you a kiss. “I love them. Thank you.”

You smiled. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

He handed them to you. “Can you put them on for me?”

You did, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek when you were done.

“How do they look?” he asked.

“Very handsome,” you said sincerely. Josh always looked handsome, and jewelry only highlighted his natural beauty. You smiled. “I’m glad you like them, honey.”

You and Danny served the cake after all the wrapping paper had been cleared away, and the six of your decided on a round of cards before you watched a movie on the projector Sam and Jake had set up earlier. Danny and Jake were both unfamiliar with the rules to the game Sam picked, so he and Sparrow jumped into a complicated explanation that their partners tried to sort through.

“This is gonna take a minute,” Josh said, leaning close to you.

You gave a soft laugh. “Maybe we should get a drink while we wait.”

He stood and gave you a hand up, and you walked together over to the bar.

“What can I make you, honey?” he asked.

“A salty dog, please,” you said.

He grinned and set about making two cocktails. “My kind of woman.”

He handed you your drink and clinked his glass against yours. “Cheers, baby.”

You tipped your face up for a kiss, and he obliged you. You took a moment just to look at him when you broke apart, admiring the softness of his features in the warm glow of the fairy lights, the glint of gold from his earrings, the way his face paint was a little smudged over his rosy cheeks.

“You want to know something?” you asked softly.

He hummed in agreement.

You touched a hand to his cheek. “I think you shine like the sun, Joshua.”

He smiled, warm and beautiful, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. 

“Thank you, baby.”

You kissed him again, drinking in the feel of him, the gentleness of the warm spring night, the sound of your friends’ laughter mixing with the sound of a familiar John Denver song.

“This is almost a birthday song for you,” you said.

He smiled. “What do you mean?”

“It reminds me of you,” you said. “And it says ‘born in the month of June,’ but we can change it to April.”

You draped your arm over his shoulder and played with the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

“It’s called Eli’s Song,” you said. “But I think we can change it to Josh’s Song. I don’t think Mr. Denver would mind.”

Josh chuckled. “No, I don’t think he’d mind.”

He set his drink aside and pulled you close, swaying you gently to the music.

“You’re starting out strong, you get a kick out of life,” you sang, forgetting to be bashful of your singing voice as Josh smiled. “You like to sing songs and be in the spotlight.”

You gave him a gentle kiss. “And when everybody's watching you, you shine so bright.”

His smile was bright as a sunrise and twice as pretty.

“I love you, Mrs. Kiszka.” He peppered kisses all over your face until you dissolved in giggles.

“And I love to hear you laugh,” he said, his voice warm and affectionate. “I’m so glad I married you, and I’m so glad I get to spend all my birthdays with you.”

You brushed your fingers over his smile. “Me too,” you said softly.

He kissed you until your friend started calling for you, and then he made a display of ignoring them and kissing you some more as he flipped them the bird.

“Josh,” you giggled. He grinned and kissed you one last time before you joined your family again.

“Getting a special birthday present from your wife?” Sam teased.

“Oh, Sammy,” you said with a smirk. “That’s just a little taste of the special present he’s getting tonight.”

Sam clapped his hands over his ears. “Oh, god, forget I said anything.”

You and Josh got a healthy amount of ribbing as Sparrow dealt the cards, and your conversation continued with funny stories and inside jokes as you played. Danny and Jake eventually caught on to the game and then became the most competitive, and your back yard was filled with the comforting chaos of your best friends’ laughter and teasing.

You looked over at Josh, and your heart wobbled when you saw he was already looking at you.

He smiled. “Hi, pretty girl.”

You blushed and gave him a heartsick smile. “Hi, Joshy.” You took his hand. “Do you like your party?”

He brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. “I love it, baby. Thank you so much for putting it together. It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad,” you said. “You deserve a perfect birthday, Josh.”

He leaned in for a kiss, and you melted against him. There, surrounded by your dear friends, celebrating the love of your life — everything was perfect. 

“Happy birthday, Josh,” you said gently. “I love you.”

You felt his sunshine smile.

“My sweet baby. I love you too.”

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[jankandjonch]

oh and also he has them all sing together :)

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here allow me to make it worse

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WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

[jankandjonch]

it's never over - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: hi there! here's a nice little friends/fwb/ex-lovers to lovers kinda fic for our jakey <3 i got super into this one and just wrote this absolutely self-indulgent shit and i loved every second of it. this one is pretty long so buckle in and i hope u love it. also this shit is completely unedited so if there's mistakes i'm sorry pls forgive me. ok love ya :)

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), some fluff

word count: 5.8k

summary: the reader and jake have a complicated past, full of firsts, failed relationships, and hidden feelings. they reunite, and old sparks are rekindled.

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, unprotected sex, explicit sex scenes, etc.

Flames shimmering in the night. A silhouette, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Such a familiar sight. His fingers worked the frets with vigor and dedication, coaxing out the notes that made thousands of people cheer their approval. His body rocked along, movements sending his hair down over his eyes, obscuring that concentrated face. His skin glowed with the effort of his ministrations, playing as if his life depended on it. You always loved that about him, his devotion to perfecting and mastering his passion. 

In a daze, you didn’t dare tear your eyes away. Your humble seat offered him no view of you, but he knew you were there. He invited you, after all. Back in the city, you watched him perform online, saw all of the videos of him absolutely shredding his solos, dominating the stage and seducing the audience with his talent. Was it vain to say you thought he might be trying a little harder, now that he knew you were watching? 

Either way, he was made for the stage. The limelight empowered him, the cheering, the attention, the love permeating the space around him made this life so easy for him. He shone brighter than all of the lights, calling forth the dedication and affections of their fans. He melted into the music, became one with it, let it pour from his fingers in something like a prayer. You agreed that there was something religious about it– almost like an ascension as you let yourself feel the notes like lightning through your veins. You closed your eyes and felt it. You had to let yourself feel it.

By the time the show was over, you were breathless, sweating. There were few times you enabled yourself to let loose, to live in the moment. Somehow, you thought Jake knew you needed this. A night to just be. He could be funny, that way. 

Embarrassed, you slipped the little backstage pass you had been carrying around out of your backpocket. You were too nervous to go back before the show, not wanting to look foolish in your reunion with Jake. Forcing yourself to suck it up, you made your way backstage, security not giving you a second look as you draped the lanyard around your neck. There were dozens of little rooms as you navigated the area, dodging roadies and security as you searched for a familiar face. The chaos unnerved you; for a split second, you debated just turning around and going back home. Jake would never know you’d come at all.

Fat chance he would let you get off that easily. He emerged from a dressing room just as you were planning to make a break for it. You quickly forced a calm facade over your features. Be cool, Y/N.

“Hey there, rockstar,” you said, still vaguely breathless. 

He perked up at the sound of your voice, eyes bright as he turned towards you. “There you are.” A grin played on his lips as he waltzed over, immediately pulling you into his arms.

You relaxed into his touch immediately; he was a sweaty mess, skin sticky as he squeezed you, but you didn’t care. The very touch of his skin against yours had you reeling already. He pressed his lips against your hair in a quick kiss, then pulled away to look at you.

“It’s been too long,” he said, taking in your appearance. “Your hair’s longer. I like it.”

“And yours is shorter,” you reached up, flicking at the ends of his hair. You liked it, but didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t he have a big enough ego already?

“Yeah, kept getting in the way,” he said. “How’d you like the show?”

“It was good,” you nodded. “Really good–amazing, actually. You’re better every time I see you.” 

His grin widened. He draped an arm over your shoulder, and squeezed you again. “I really missed you, angel.”

“‘Bout time you finally remembered me,” you said, with a hint of brattiness. When you received the invitation from him, you had been hesitant to come at all. He hadn’t offered anything more than a simple, ‘happy birthday’ to you in more than a year, even though he claimed you were one of his closest friends. Of course, the rockstar lifestyle was demanding, and busy… But it was hard not to feel slighted by the lack of his attention. “What made you invite me anyway?”

“Well, I missed you, clearly,” he said, “But I also saw your pictures… Rolling Stone, Y/N… You’re big time now, huh?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head. The apples of your cheeks flushed, and your ears burned. “It was uh–no big deal, really. I got those pictures when I was out in L.A. last summer. Who would’ve imagined little ol’ me accidentally stumbling into the rock ‘n roll scene?”

“I think you fit in,” Jake said, his voice tinged with amusement. “Did you bring your camera?”

He motioned for you to follow him to his dressing room. Your steps faltered behind him. Had he invited you here just to take his photo? Surely not. Either way, your camera was tucked safely in your bag back in your hotel room. This was the one experience you weren’t going to share with anyone. The only memories of it would be yours and yours alone.

“Left it back at the hotel,” you said, sounding a little disheartened.

“No biggie. Just thought it might be fun to get a couple shots together.” He was still cheerful, and that made you hope your assumption was wrong. You entered the dressing room, and couldn’t help but smile at the little remembrances of him lying around. A spare guitar pick (or ten), a discarded cigar box, and his favorite sunglasses. A gentle smile played on your lips; he hadn’t changed a bit. Still your Jake.

“Let me change,” Jake began, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it haphazardly on a rack. Without hesitation, he continued undressing. His pants landed in a heap on the carpeted floor, and you were graced with the fantastic view of him in his undergarments. You flushed again, forcing your attention away from the ripple and flexing of his back muscles as he got dressed. He half-buttoned his black shirt, and pulled on a nice pair of pleated pants. 

“Who are you getting all dressed up for?” you teased, now relaxed as you kicked back on the plush couch. Your eyes followed his every movement. He was always good at putting you in a trance, his very presence enough to distract you from everything else on your mind. 

He turned back to you, grinning. You noticed the dark smudge of eyeliner around his eyes, and it made your heart flutter. He was so pretty, it wasn’t fair. You trailed your eyes away from his and down to that sweet smile, and almost melted into the sofa.

“I’m taking you out to dinner,” he said, as if it were obvious. He fiddled with one of the little gold hoops in his ear, adjusting it before swiping his hands down over his shirt in order to straighten out the wrinkles. 

You raised your eyebrows. “Bit late for dinner.”

“Who cares? I’m starving, and I want to take you to dinner.”

“Jake, I’m not dressed for dinner,” you said, gesturing down at your simple blouse and jeans.

His eyes followed your direction, pausing a moment over your half-exposed chest before he continued down. He mulled it over for a second, then shrugged. “I think you’re perfectly dressed for dinner. Wouldn’t want to have anyone else on my arm.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his insistence. “Fine.”

Dinner was an intimate affair. Somehow, he swept you off to the tiniest cafe on the very outskirts of town. Midnight greeted you with a cool breeze as the waiter led the both of you to a private table in the back garden of the cafe. The area was gated, tall, wrought-iron fences protected you from the outside world, shielding you with their vines and flowers growing freely.

In the moonlight, he was more beautiful than ever. The light kissed the planes of his face in all the right places, accentuating those eyes and making his smile glitter in the dim air. You wanted to reach out to him, touch his face and kiss those pillowy soft lips. Just like old times. You pushed the thought away as he ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of you, something expensive. It was dawning on you just how much of a real celebrity he was– he almost felt as out of touch as the people you photographed for work. You were just another onlooker into his glamorous, extravagant lifestyle. The thought stung. 

“You must know every hidden spot in this city,” you said thoughtfully, eyes ghosting over a string of twinkling lights on the balcony overhead. There was more seating there, but the two of you were the only patrons at this hour. They had only let the two of you in because the bartender was on a first-name-basis with Jake.

“Sure,” he said, “but this one’s my favorite. The food’s fantastic.”

You laughed at his enthusiasm. Then, said teasingly, “You must bring all the girls here.”

He wrinkled his nose for a second, “No,” he said, musing. “No, only my favorite.” He winked at you then, taking a quick swig of his champagne and placing the flute back on the table.

You were quiet for a second, not knowing what to say, so he continued. “How’s life in The Big Apple? How’s the fiancé?” 

You frowned. “New York’s good… You know me, I love being busy…”

“And Henry?”

The very sound of the name sent a wave of nausea over you. You really hoped he wouldn’t ask, yet here you were.

“We–we, uh, broke up. About eight months ago. He called the whole thing off,” you said, your voice a bit strangled as you tried to talk around the lump in your throat. You weren’t upset over the relationship; the engagement had been strained at best, but you were embarrassed to have to admit it to Jake. He had warned you dozens of times that you were making the wrong decision, and you had done it anyway to spite him.

He looked taken aback, albeit only slightly. Then, a bit smug as he realized his suspicions were correct. “What happened?”

You took a long drink, and shrugged. “He couldn’t handle my work schedule, being gone all of those hours. He didn’t want me traveling, didn’t trust me on my own…”

“He didn’t trust you on your own?” Jake’s curious eyes bored into you, and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“He thought– he thought I was with you, a lot of the time,” you admitted. “He thought you know–”

“That we were still–” Jake continued, but you cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah… That’s why we broke it off. No hard feelings or anything, even if he was wrong.” You laughed half-heartedly.

Jake nodded, then thanked the waiter as he brought your food and disappeared back inside. You weren’t particularly hungry anymore. “Maybe it’s a good thing,” he said.

“How’s that?”

“Well, I can see you now, without having to worry about him showing up to bite my head off.” His laugh rang through the night air, joyful and melodious. You couldn’t help the smile that broke through your features.

“He wouldn’t do that, Jake,” you said. “You can see me whenever you want. Whenever you get time.”

“I couldn’t before, not like this,” he replied, his voice quieter. “Not how I wanted to see you.”

You blinked at him, pushing your food around on your plate with your fork. Still distracted by his very existence. He was too much. “What do you mean by that?”

His gaze was very tender as he reached across the table, his freehand brushing yours. Goosebumps snaked up your arm and traveled all over your body. Your face burned. 

“You know what I mean, Y/N…”

Talking about your feelings had never been your strong suit, and Jake knew that. If he brought you here for some kind of heartfelt confession… Well, you weren’t at all sure that you could handle the pressure. The two of you were stuck in some kind of relational limbo, on and off friends and lovers for the past ten years. Hell, he’d been your first kiss, your first time, your first love, and still somehow things had never seemed to fall into place. But now… 

“Why now?” you asked him, voice wavering. It would be a lie to say that you didn’t still harbor love for him, that you weren’t still trying to move on from him. He was still, after all of these years, everything you wanted and everything you couldn’t let yourself have. Why?

He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he ran both of his hands over his face and through his hair. He leaned back, propping them behind his head as he looked at you carefully. His gaze was gentle, as if he were afraid he were going to hurt you again. From the tugged together eyebrows, you could tell he was thinking hard. Thinking of how he was going to explain everything going through his mind, articulating it so that you could understand him completely. You loved him for it.

“I–I just… I just know it’s meant to be us, angel,” he said, the hint of longing in his voice sending a jolt through you. “After all of these years, all of these failed relationships, seeing hundreds of cities… You’re all I ever think about.”

Pressing your lips together, you tried not to let him see the glassiness in your eyes. You swore you weren’t going to cry today, yet here you were. Your eyes burned as you turned away, looking at the lights again. Avoiding those eyes that could see right through you. His hand squeezed yours, bringing it up to his lips. They brushed over your skin, barely touching you but still warming you to the core. A tear slipped from your eye, trickling down and darkening the smallest spot of the tablecloth. 

“Jake…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t come here to force anything on you. I just thought you should know…”

“Why didn’t you come for me sooner?” You were hurt now, knowing that he felt the same all of this time. That the two of you were probably in two different cities, both staring out of hotel windows thinking about the other. One of you watching the sunrise, the other watching it set. Perfect mirrors of each other.

Another sigh from him. You made eye contact again, finally, and saw his pained, pining expression reflecting your own. The fear in his face that you wouldn’t accept him, that you would get up and leave him missing you all over again. 

“I wish I knew,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Lying about it is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

There was something else beneath the pain in his expression. Shame. Your heart was breaking as you sat there, crying behind this cafe in the middle of the night. There was an element of the ridiculous to it, just enough to cause a giggle to spill from your lips. He was right; he was so, so stupid. 

“How many years have we wasted just because we’re afraid of commitment?” you blurted.

Through the tears in his own eyes, Jake laughed. Your pulse thundered in your ears, and you were suddenly wishing that the whole world would disappear around you. You wanted to be alone with your Jake. Yours and yours alone, finally.

“Won’t you take me home?” you asked after a minute. He agreed without hesitation, dropping a wad of cash on the table and offering his hand. You took it, sweeping out of the restaurant behind you.

As you left, Jake called, “Thank you for the champagne, Louis!” Then, you were ducking into a sleek black car with his driver. You directed him to the address of your hotel, and the two of you were off. The ride was quiet, Jake humming along to the song playing on the radio. Your hands were clasped together in his lap, his thumb tracing patterns into the skin. You relished every brush of his skin against yours: your knees touching, your shoulders bumping, the periodic kisses on the top of your head. By the time you were at the hotel, you were practically buzzing. 

Jake took the key from you as you arrived at the room. Your hands were shaking too badly to unlock the door. He ushered you inside with a hand on your lower back, both of you dissipating into the darkness as he shut the door behind you. 

“Reminds me of old times,” Jake said, whispering. The two of you thumped around the dark room; you heard him kick his shoes off, the billowy sound of his shirt landing on the chair in the corner. You were peeling out of your jeans, letting your hair down from its clip, throwing your blouse in the direction of the same chair. 

“What, sneaking around in the dark?” you replied, smirking. There was a flash of him, long ago, that same mousy smile you loved so much playing on his lips as he tapped on your bedroom window. It was hard to believe you weren’t those same kids anymore, fooling around right underneath your parents’ noses.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. He took a couple of steps, and found you in the dark. His hands were on you immediately, calloused palms snaking around your waist from behind. His body sculpted against yours, the two of you melting together as his lips found your neck. You shivered, his breath tickling your skin as he slowly trailed feather-light kisses up until he reached your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. Your mouths met in a slow, meticulous kiss. You relished in the feeling, enjoying the contrast to your last time together. It had been a long time since you’d taken things slow, actually appreciated the moment. 

A contented breath left your chest as he pulled away. Both of his hands snaked up, slowly pulling down the straps to your bra before finding the clasp to remove it completely. The lack of contact startled you for a second, then his touch was back. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the flesh as he pressed his lips to your shoulder.

“I missed you,” a kiss, “so fucking much, angel.” Another kiss. You leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder. Normally, you would be begging for him to touch you, to fuck you senseless at this point. Something about the two of you taking your time tonight felt sacred. It would be blasphemous to rush perfection. 

“You have no idea,” you muttered, voice weak as you drowned in his tender embrace. You would be happy to spend eternity like this, his arms holding you steady and his lips on your skin. No force in the universe would be able to drag you away. 

You quivered as he grazed his nose against you, breathing in the scent of your skin. One of his hands traveled upward, grasping your chin and gently tilting your head to the side. He brushed his lips over the sensitive skin of your throat, sucking and biting the skin softly. A hushed moan escaped your lips, parting the dreamy quiet of the hotel room.

“Jake…” your voice was hardly more than a whisper, but you felt him tense at the sound.

“Oh, angel, I love it when you say my name like that…” The softness of his voice sent your heart aflutter, his words lighting a fire inside of you.

“Please,” you breathed, “I just wanna be close to you.”

“C’mon,” his fingers interlaced with yours, pulling you towards the bed. “Be close to me, angel…” 

You settled on top of the duvet, heart aflutter as the pillows cradled your head. He rested between your legs, hands finding the curve of your calves in the darkness. He traced over the skin lightly, his touch whispering over the goosebumps blooming over your body. A weak sigh left your lips. You were struggling not to squirm under his attention, your nerves starting to settle in. The dark was a blessing and a curse; you craved the sight of him hovering over you, but were glad he couldn’t see the blush heating your features. 

“You okay?” He leaned in, hands sliding up to your inner thighs as he kissed you gently, his lips barely touching yours.

“Yes,” you whispered, hands coming up to cradle his face. “A little nervous, I think.”

He chuckled lightly as he pulled away, and you couldn’t help your smile. You could picture the look on his face, that little proud smirk due to his effect on you. A small gasp left your lips as you felt him shift over you, one of his hands deserting its place on your inner thigh in order to move to your center. Your mouth fell open, head falling back on the pillows as he swirled his thumb over your clothed clit. You bit back a moan, chewing on your lip.

“Uh-uh,” he chastised, softening the pressure between your legs. “I want to hear you… Every sweet little sound that comes out of these lips.” His free hand found your chin, thumb tracing over your parted lips. 

“O–okay,” you agreed breathily. Anything to keep him touching you. 

His hand fell away, moving back down to keep your legs parted for him. The pads of his fingers pressed into the flesh of your inner thigh, the feeling of him holding you there almost as blissful as the sparks of pleasure spreading through your center. Lewd little noises accompanied the sound of your pleased moans as he touched you; the fabric of your underwear was soaked through, plastered against you with your juices and dragging so deliciously against you with every movement of his finger. Your eyes screwed shut, your back arched as he pushed you slowly towards your release. You were practically purring beneath him, writhing and shivering at the lightest of his touches. 

“Can I take these off?” His fingers brushed past the waistband of your panties, burning against your bare skin.

“Please,” you said. 

He obliged, hooking the fabric with ease and dragging it down your legs. His knuckles grazed your skin, making you shiver. When they were discarded, you felt him shift, and you reached for him.

“Hold on,” he said, voice soft. 

There was the sound of rustling as he adjusted his weight, and then the sound of the lamp clicking on to your left. Warm light bathed the room, finally illuminating the incredible sight of him above you. His eyeliner was smudged beneath his eyes, his pillowy lips swollen, his hair disheveled. A smile graced his face as his loving gaze found yours.

“Much better.” Another chaste kiss against your lips, and then he was pulling back to admire your body. “I love seeing you like this… All pretty and spread open for me.” He dragged a finger over your exposed slit, finger spreading your arousal through your folds. He bit down on his lip, entranced by the sight of you. You laid there, content to let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, for however long. Just the sight of him perched there, drinking you in, was enough to have your mind reeling.

It didn’t last long, however, because Jake had an idea. It was as if a lightbulb went off in his head, his eyes lighting up as he met your gaze. He was still touching you, driving you crazy as your hips twitched in anticipation. 

“What’s that look for?” you groaned. 

“Where’s your camera?”

He was off of the bed in a second, following your eyes to the bag sitting beneath your discarded clothes in the plush chair in the corner. You watched him as he unzipped the bag, his bare back to you as he removed your camera and held it gently between fingers. You propped yourself up on your elbows, wondering what could possibly be going on in his brain. 

He flicked the power on, holding it up to his eye and adjusting the settings as needed.

“Lay back down,” he breathed as he turned to you, a new level of excitement in his voice.

“Jake…”

“C’mon, angel.” The smile on his face was irresistible. “Humor me.”

You sighed, a nervous smile finding its way to your face. You breathed deeply. “If we do this, it’s for your eyes only,” you warned, voice pointed. 

“You’re all mine, Y/N. I don’t intend for anyone else to see you like this. Ever.”

Your skin flushed, and you fell back against the pillows as he joined you in bed again. He kneeled at your feet, lifting the camera so the photo framed you in all of your glory. He snapped a photo of you spread there, legs open and face gleaming with sweat as you obliged his request. You lifted one hand up, shielding your face with your forearm; you weren’t used to being on the other end of the lens.

“Please,” he said. “Don’t cover your face, my love.”

The sweetness dripping from his tone bred butterflies in your stomach, your breaths increasing as you nodded. “I’m sorry,” you sighed. “It’s just– well, I’m not used to the camera. And I’m nervous.”

He nodded. “Y/N, nothing in this world is more beautiful than you to me. You don’t have to be nervous.” His hand squeezed your leg comfortingly, and you relaxed a little. 

He continued snapping photographs, brushing his hands over your body as he did so. A photo of your face, his thumb inserted gently between your parted lips. One of his hands caressing the valley between your breasts, his fingers dipping into your center, your face as he pleased you with that free hand. The thought of him having all of these images of you, these keepsakes of your time together was making you crazy. The throbbing between your legs was getting worse by the second; you were craving him inside of you. You wanted him pressed so closely to you that it was hard to tell where you ended and he began.

“‘M almost done,” he breathed, palming himself through his briefs as he watched your chest heave. He was barely touching you, but the look on his face, the excitement in his voice was enough to have you squirming beneath him. The thought that the sight of you laying there beneath him was bringing him this much pleasure… It was enough to send your head spinning.

“Jake, I need you, please.”

He snapped one last photograph of your begging face, your eyes hooded, your chapped lips and chin slick with saliva, hair haloed around your face on the pillow, and then he delicately placed the camera on the table beside the bed. 

“My sweet angel,” he breathed, leaning forward and caging you in with his hands on either side of your head. His face dipped, lips finding yours with vigor. His tongue swirled into your mouth, and you relished in the taste of him, hands grasping him and trying to pull him even closer. You broke free after a second, both panting.

His forehead pressed against yours, and his hand traveled down between the two of you, freeing his length from his briefs. You breathed a sigh of relief; you were too worked up to wait any longer. You needed the delicious stretch of him pushing into you more than you needed air. The head of his cock bumped your clit, sending a jolt through you as he positioned his length against your center.

“Oh, God, please,” the sound spilled from your lips like a prayer, and Jake breathed a pleased moan as he finally pushed into you. You cried out, holding onto him as if he were the only thing tethering you to the earth. There was an inkling of discomfort for a second, then the sweet release of him bottoming out inside of you. Pleasure masked everything around you; the only thing on your mind was his slow rocking motion, his cock dragging against your walls seemingly in slow-motion. 

“Shit,” he breathed against you, breath fanning over your face. His eye contact didn’t waver, those brown eyes boring into yours with an intensity that was almost too much. 

Your eyes fluttered closed for a second, but he slowed the movements of his hips until he was almost still.

“Gotta look at me, angel,” he murmured sweetly. He kissed you again, so soft and loving you thought you might cry. You forced your eyes open, back arching as he resumed his movements inside of you. “There’s my good girl…” His smile send a rush through you, your heart pounding. 

“Feels so good, Jake,” you managed to say, through the haze of pleasure clouding your thoughts.

“I know, baby, I know,” he nodded, still refusing to look away from you. The dark desire coloring his eyes made your stomach tighten, the coil of pleasure between your legs building so quickly it was making your head spin. You hooked a leg around him, nails digging into his skin. His thrusts met your hips again, deeper this time, and you gasped at the feeling.

“Oh, just like that–” you cried, voice desperate as he did exactly as you asked. He was buried inside of you to the hilt, his hips rocking against yours in slow yet powerful thrusts. His pelvic bone dragged against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure up through your abdomen. His weight held you down as you squirmed beneath him, closer to your orgasm by the second.

“Hmmm, you like that? You gonna cum all pretty for me? Make a mess for me, angel?” His voice was low, though he was panting as he approached his own release. Your lips met in a messy kiss, lips and teeth bumping as he focused all of his attention on his movements below the waist. You breathed into each other’s mouths, high-pitched moans and groans of each others’ names filling the air between you. 

You clenched your legs around him as you teetered on the brink of your climax. Your pussy tightened around him, pleasure snaking through your limbs as you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. You knew if you looked away, he would stop, and you wouldn’t be able to take it. 

“I’m almost–”

“Give it to me,” Jake interrupted, his voice almost a growl. His pace stuttered slightly as you gripped around him again. “Cum for me, my sweet girl. I know you can… Cum all pretty around my cock. You can do that for me can’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” you gasped, holding onto him for dear life. He didn’t slow, snapping his hips into yours with renewed vigor at the sound of your voice. 

“There you go, baby,” he breathed, at the feeling of you squeezing him. You called out his name, almost screaming as he reached between you to play with your clit as your orgasm finally hit you. Your entire body seized up, shaking almost violently as he guided you through your release. “That’s it, cum for me… C’mon baby…”

You chanted his name like a mantra, over and over again as you came. Your eyes locked onto his and wouldn’t let go as he encouraged your pleasure, helping you ride the waves of overwhelming ecstasy at his touch. You tightened your legs around him as you felt his muscles tense, his own orgasm approaching.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, low, and the sound of it almost pushed you back to the edge. You were floating on cloud nine, watching his features screw up as his orgasm washed over him. His hips snapped into yours, skin colliding in lewd slapping noises. “Fuck, I love this pussy pulling me in…” He groaned, grasping your chin with one hand and crashing his lips to yours. You leaned into the kiss, deepening it as you felt his release inside of you, his body tautening as he finally came.

His hips slowed and eventually stopped, and he laid there on top of you for a second. His head was tucked in the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin as he panted. You swept a hand through his hair, brushing it off of his sweat-slicked forehead. His skin burned beneath your touch; the sheets around you were soaked through with sweat, and you could feel the sticky mixture of your cum pooling between your legs, even with him still inside of you. The thought of it made you clench around him, and he whimpered softly, one hand shooting down to grip your waist.

“Don’t do that, please,” he grunted, voice desperate. “Too sensitive.”

“Sorry,” you giggled weakly. “It was an accident…”

He forced himself up off of you, and placed a kiss on your forehead. Slowly, he pulled out of you and sat up, leaning back on his haunches. The sight of him above you was enough to send your core throbbing again; his body tan and shining with his sweat, eyeliner smudged wildly around his eyes, hair pushed back out of his face. You thought you could stand to go another three or four rounds, if only he could keep up with you.

You shifted slightly, moving to lean up and touch him again. He stopped you with an outreached hand. “Don’t move a muscle,” he said.

“What?”

But he was grabbing the camera again, eyes flashing with the fervent determination of an artist when they saw their muse. He positioned himself above you on the bed again, letting the warm light bathe your figure as he snapped a photo of you, laying there on the ruined sheets. Then, he placed the camera back on the nightstand, still looking quite pleased.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Are you just gonna sit there and stare at me all night?”

He shrugged, “If you’ll let me.”

“Come here,” you held your arms open, and he obliged, curling into your embrace. You held him close to your chest, let him listen to your heartbeat. A pleased sigh fell from your lips as you laid there, brushing your fingers through his hair. 

“I love you,” he muttered, voice muffled against your skin. “Can’t believe I ever let you go…”

“Shit happens, Jake,” you responded. “But I’m all yours now. Isn’t that enough?”

He smiled, ghosting his lips over your collarbone. “It’s enough. Forever and ever, it’s enough.”

[jankandjonch]

Jake sitting on thrones can be something so personal

[jankandjonch]

bonus jonas

Thinking about Josh’s little happy trail today and how much I miss it

[jankandjonch]

some soft josh, anyone?

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he wakes before you most mornings. he’s a big fan of naps, so he’ll force himself awake with the reliability that he can rest with you again later. he goes for runs often, never putting pressure on himself to go every day. he doesn’t ever want to take the fun out of it for himself.

he enjoys the quiet and the calm of the morning, not having to put on his big personality yet. he enjoys a warm cup of tea, digging into his novel - his current read is a book you’d recommended, a depiction of finding your destiny and fulfilling it. you’d called it “heartbreakingly insightful” and he couldn’t snag it from your bookshelf quick enough.

perhaps his favorite moment of all, is the moment those cold hands of yours wrap around his torso. slithering around his front as you crush yourself against his back, leaning into his warmth. he doesn’t say anything, and you don’t either. silence is full of love in this home. he pulls you down with him into the breakfast nook, resting against the window as the sun warms over both of you. he leans back into you, allowing you to hold him tightly. your roaming fingers do nothing but relax him, calm him, talk to his soul to let him know he is loved here.

it’s a silent tap on his hip that has him raise himself up out of your lap, allowing you to get up so you could start on breakfast. you put on a soft record, something to fill the air but nothing to distract him from his reading - it’s hozier, of course.

his mother told you something once that had shattered your heart, and filled you with pride all at once. “he’s so in love with the simplicity he has with you. he doesn’t have to try. he doesn’t have to be anyone else. he doesn’t have to entertain, or be on his toes. he’s comfortable in every sense of the word. he’s cried to me about you. never once in negativity, but in relief. disbelief. he truly can’t wrap his mind around the fact that you’re here with him. he counts his luckiest stars every night, thanks every god, greets every sunrise, knowing that he is the luckiest man alive because he has you. it made me sad for a while, you know, that he said his home was here now. it hurt that he didn’t find michigan home. but he didn’t mean tennessee, he meant you. and that? i’m okay with that.”

he is the definition of true love. he believes the same of you. you’re both right, because true love is letting your guard down. true love is breaking the character the rest of the world may know and being only you for only them.

[jankandjonch]

imagining bringing josh to his dressing room after he reveals the look to you and falling to your knees to worship his body. you gaze up at him, watching as he takes in a shaky breath. leaning forward, you ever so softly place a kiss to the exposed spot where his waist and leg meet. pulling away, he stares down at you, his hand coming up to thread through your hair and then rest on your face.

“what-what are you thinking, love?” he stutters out, trying to keep his breathing in control.

“hmm. just thinking how much i love these pants on you. how they leave so much yet so little to the imagination.”

josh closes his eyes and his head falls back for a moment, but raises to watch you continue to praise and worship his body. your hands trail up his bare sides and chest, your finger flicking over his nipple for a fleeting moment, making him jump and moan in surprise.

you can’t help but leave a hickey right in the area that you were first drawn to, leaving one on his hip and then his thigh below his leg crease.

“gonna need someone to cover that up now,” you tease, moving to place your face right where his crotch is. his mouth agape, shallow breaths escaping as he tries hard to keep his composure. “and now we have to fix this little problem.”

referring to the very noticeable bulge in the thin material of his pants, you press your hand against it, sending a jolt through his body.

“think you can be quiet baby?” your eyes flutter up to get a look at his face. he nods his head quickly in response, gulping and scrunching his face up a bit. “good boy.”

[jankandjonch]

A little soft Jake thought that turned into more of a blurb lol

Just thinking about you and Jake being fuck buddies and he always comes to see you when he’s on break from your, but sometimes you both sext or have phone sex even while he’s on your.

One day, you are just having a really hard time when Jake texts you a racy picture of himself in his hotel bed somewhere in the world. You send him back a cheeky emoji, but other than that you don’t engage. Jake notices your lack of response and asks if you’re okay. After explaining that you were just going through something and weren’t in the mood, a FaceTime call rings out with his name running across the top.

You decline it and the subsequent call that comes in right away. “Just answer the FaceTime, Doll,” he texts. On the third call, you answer, fully expecting to Jake’s cock bombarding your screen. Instead, you’re met with Jake’s kind and concerned eyes, asking if you are okay and if you’d like to talk about it.

The rest of the night, you cry about everything that’s been bothering you and Jake listens intently. He doesn’t judge you, doesn’t look down at you with pity. He just listens and gives you words of adoration and encouragement. It’s a side to Jake that isn’t familiar to the nature of your relationship, and you secretly hope this isn’t the last time you experience it.

The next night, you get another FaceTime. You’re feeling better, and you expect a full-blown phone sex session. Instead, Jake spends his evening telling you about his day and asking about yours.

Every night afterwards for about a month, Jake calls and the two of you chat for hours. Occasionally you return to your phone sex escapades, but mostly you talk. And talk.

The night before he was set to be back in town, Jake nervously asks to take you to dinner. No sex, he explains, just spending some time together. “Like…a date?” “Yeah.”

And it was a date. What Josh tells everyone was your first date as he makes his best man speech at your wedding.

[jankandjonch]

Rhythm and Blues

I have had Jackie and Wilson on repeat in my head all day so I whipped this up. It is minimally edited but it is here! I suggest listening while reading.

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader, dad!Sam Kizska

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: You and Sam were an instant connection from the moment you met. When Sam is away touring you find that you're pregnant and aren't sure how he will react.

Warnings: Pregnancy talk (nothing detailed), dad!Sam, Hozier references, cheesy shit, fluff !!

Spring 2023 

It wasn’t the easiest path that you and Sam had found yourself upon. With him constantly away on tour and you working long hours it wasn’t often that you got to spend quality time.

So naturally when you found yourself wrecked with morning sickness you were terrified to confirm your suspicions. Slowly making your way to the local clinic you knew what they were going to say but that didn’t change the shaking and tearing at your insides of telling Sam. 

~~~ 

You met at a bar one night in Los Angeles. He was there filming a music video and you were chasing after your sister who had once again took after her long dead dreams of acting. He and his brothers came in like a whirlwind making the small dive bar come alive in an instant. You were instantly drawn to them. After one too many Vodka Crans you found yourself at the bar at the same time as the one that you couldn’t help staring at all night. Next thing you know there was a soft hand on the small of your back and a drink being brought to you at no cost. You looked up to see him giving you the wildest grin and you knew you were done for. Those caramel eyes were calling your name. The night turned to more drinks and dancing but in a new booth, where you learned more about the beautiful strangers. You were squished into a booth between Danny who sat beside Josh, and beside him his twin Jake. On the other side of you was the handsome man that ushered you over here. You learned his name was Sam but after hearing his brothers call him Sammy boy that’s all you kept saying. Even through the daggers he sent at Jake for that one he blushed every time you uttered it. 

The night was honestly a whirlwind and you barely remembered the end of it once you woke up. What you didn’t expect was to see your phone with a notification waiting for you. 

Sammy Boy: Hope you made it home safe. It was lovely spending the night with you. May I suggest we do it again tonight? 

You read the messages smiling and quickly responded planning what bar to meet him in that night. 

From there everything happened so fast. For the two of you it was an instant spark, a connection meant to last. 

~~~

And that’s how you found yourself here. Helplessly in love with a man you won’t see for another 2 weeks, carrying his child. You left the clinic holding back tears. You’ve never had this conversation with Sam, hell you weren’t sure you ever wanted this yourself. You were both content with how your life was. God how were you going to handle an infant with him on the road? But first you had to figure out how to tell him. In a moment of panic you called the first person on your mind as you began your drive home - Josh. 

You were frantic once he picked up. 

“Hey Mama! What's u-“ 

“Josh I really need to tell you something and you need to be alone” you rushed out cutting him off. He was concerned by obliged quickly making sure he was in a private place. 

“Y/n are you okay? What happened? Why are you calling me and not Samuel?” he asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

“Josh I-“ you kept stuttering as you pulled into your driveway. You just couldn’t get it out.

“Y/n you’re scaring me” he pleaded with you on the other line. 

“Josh I’m pregnant” you all but yelled into the phone once it finally came out. He was silent for a moment, you could hear him take a breath as he thought of what to say next. 

“Y/n. Is it not my brothers?” he asked quietly and you began to hold back choked sobs hearing that question. 

“Of course it’s your brothers Josh! That’s why I’m so scared. What should I do? How do I tell him? What is he gonna say? Oh my god I am so sorry I can’t ruin his career! Will he even want this?” you word vomit to Josh as you’re rushing into your home. Josh paused for a moment before starting to laugh. You get angry for a second but for some reason that sound coming through the speaker calms you down. 

“Oh Y/n” Josh spoke softly. “He loves you so much. It will be okay. Okay? Listen, we have a few days between the next few shows. Do you want to come see him? Or do you want to wait until we are back? Anything you need y/n I’m here. He’s gonna be happy I promise you. And if he’s not I’ll find us a new bass player.” He joked with you. You were praising whoever was up above that willed you to call Josh. He always knew how to help. 

“I think I want to come see him, is that okay? As long as you don’t think it will mess with the band.” You were hesitant. 

“Go put on some music and get packing. I’ll have our team getting you to us by tomorrow morning. Tonight even. I’ll see you soon Starshine!” and with that the line went dead. 

You stared down at your phone and wiped the tears from your eyes. You did as Josh said and began to pack thinking of how you were going to break the news to Sam when it hit you. You would go to your favorite bakery and get him his favorite cake. You quickly threw clothes in a bag and then went on your way. 

With perfect timing as you arrived your phone pinged with a text from Sam. 

Sammy Boy: Was that you on the phone with my brother earlier? What are you plotting my sunny girl? 

You took a picture of yourself out front of the bakery and sent it him doing your best to pretend in your reply.

“Just planning on what to get you once you return! Miss you so much! Can’t wait to see you so soon” 

You pocketed your phone and went in to browse what they had to offer. While you wanted to get Sam his cake you realized it might not fit well onto a place so you decided on the next best thing and got two cake pops. Conveniently being able to get one pink and blue you just smiled at the cashier you’ve grown to know over the years as she eyed your choice. As you left you got a text from Josh. 

Joshua Micheal: Found a flight tonight, can’t wait to see you MAMA!!!! 

You laughed and rushed back to your home to finish packing and be ready for your ride to the airport. Before leaving you stopped outside your guest room and stared for a moment reminiscing the drunken nights you had found another Kiszka passed out in here. Soon these walls would house a nursery. You looked down to see your hand shaking once again. You and Sam were known for getting yourself into trouble but you couldn’t help but wonder Oh god Samuel what have we done this time. The ride to the airport and the flight itself were a blur. When you landed it wasn’t a team member waiting to greet you but Josh himself sitting in the transport van. 

You began to sob as he pulled you in for a hug. “Come here starshine” he said quietly rubbing your back as you hiccuped. “He’s going to be so excited to see you. He might be asleep so we’re gonna have to wake him but I won’t think he’s mad for this surprise.” he said with a wink releasing you and letting you settle into your seat. He was giving you a questioning look as if he had something to ask and you couldn’t help but laugh at his thinking face. You knew what he was thinking. 

“I brought cake pops from our favorite bakery. I was thinking of giving him them and saying something cute but I’m not sure if I can get the words out. I might have to write it down.” 

Josh just smiled and handed over his little yellow book that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. “Need help?” 

You sighed in relief and nodded as you retrieved the two cake pops from your tote bag. He saw your color choices and beamed, handing you a pen. 

“2 cake pops, one pink and one blue, soon we will be expanding our family, no more just me and you!” Josh said with a smirk. 

“That’s so fucking cheesy..I like it” you quickly ripped out a piece of paper and scribbled it down. Taking a deep breath you turned to Josh as he looked at you with an endearing smile. The radio began playing a familiar tune by Hozier as you continued your ride to the hotel. As you approached your destination and the song finished Josh turned to you one last time. 

“Sammy boy sings this song and says it’s how he feels about you. Room 514!” He all but jumped and ran out of the van as you followed, still terrified. 

Up to 514 you went and with a shaky knock at the door you stood trying to hold back tears. You went to knock again, nervous Sam was asleep but the door was unlocking and opening before you could. There he stood with plaid pajama pants loosely hanging from his hips and a worn out hoodie, hair in a messy bun clearly ready to sleep. You couldn’t stop yourself as you burst into tears looking up at him scared of what to say. He looked extremely concerned and you were in his arms in an instant. 

“My love, are you okay? What happened? How did you get here?” as he was asking Josh scurried past to his room sending Sam a wink before slamming his own door. You continued to cry into Sam’s chest before stepping back and taking a deep breath. 

“I’m so sorry this is late but I really didn’t want to keep this from you for too long so I called Josh and he got me out here and-“ as you continued to ramble Sam was slowly pulling you into his room and closing the door and taking you to sit at the edge of his bed. 

“Y/n did I do something wrong? Is..is this the end?” he asked terrified himself now. You gave him a look and started laughing before leaning forward and playfully pushing him.

“What is with you Kiszkas and assuming I’m not faithful my god?” you took a shaky breath and reached into your tote bag for the note and cake pops slowly bringing them out unable to stop your hands from shaking “Sammy I love you so much and I know this is not what we ever planned for right now and I understand you may decide you don’t want this but-“ you were trembling handing the items to him and he was eager to take them wanting to be clued in. He was kneeling in front of you at the end of the bed, eyes scanning the note in one hand and cake pops in the other. It took him a minute for it to click. He looked up at you with those caramel eyes and softly sighed with tears now at the corner of his eyes.

 “Oh honeysuckle, you’re pregnant?” All you could do was nod. In an instant he was  taking your hands in his and resting his head in your lap. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your stomach and then stood up kissing you. He then paused, and when you expected him to speak, he turned and ran out the room. You were stunned in fear for a second until you heard it. Sammy banging on the door across the hall and yelling as if it wasn’t 2am. 

“I’m gonna be a dad! I'm gonna be a dad!” You got up from the bed and walked to the door to see him running down the hall knocking on each door you presumed to be his brothers until he got to the final one where Josh was already waiting to give his little brother a hug. After Sammy successfully woke up the entire floor you were greeted with hugs and congratulations from very tired fellow members of the band. Jake’s fiancé however held you close in your hug and warned you. 

“If you think the Kiszka boys are bad now wait until you have your own mini one running around!” you both laugh and as if on cue. Jake’s son could be heard stirring in their room in response to all the commotion. You shot her an apologetic look for Sam waking him but she waved you off and returned to their room. You and Sam had finally retreated to his where he laid you down in his bed and held you close the entire night whispering the sweetest things in your ear. 

You were terrified for what this new chapter may bring but for now you were to soak in the joy. 

Fall 2023 

The band had finally finished touring and you were able to spend quality time at home with Sam for an extended period of time. They were finalizing a new album so he still had work to do but at least for now he was always nearby. You were 8 months pregnant and ready to rid yourself of Sam’s spawn as you have dubbed them any day now. Through all the aches and pains he was still there to help and that’s all you needed. Deciding to go on a full leave from work and have Sam be the sole provider was hard for you but it’s not like you guys would struggle with that decision. And with the inevitable tour being on the horizon, you knew you wanted at least one of you with your child. Every night Sam would lay next to you as you sat in bed and hum melodies to your ever growing bump. The first moment you started showing he was over the moon. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you and took every chance possible to show you off.

In your downtime you both worked on the nursery, deciding to do a neutral nature theme. Both of you deciding on keeping the baby's gender a surprise. Josh was over all the time excited to be “the babies favorite uncle” and Danny frequently argued with him on the matter. Jake however was often found in quiet conversation with Sam as your love bombarded his poor brother with all of the questions about fatherhood he could possibly think of. 

And then one day as you were musing about in the kitchen making tea waiting for Sammy to come home, you felt an excruciating pain and a rush and you knew it was time. Looking at the clock you know Sam wouldn’t be home for another hour so you tried calling him. It went to voicemail over and over again as you held onto your kitchen counter crying out in pain. Giving up on Sam you called Josh who thankfully picked up on the second ring. He couldn’t even get a hello in before you were crying into the phone. You heard yelling in the background and before you knew it there were 2 jeeps in your driveway and 4 men rushing to your side. You looked at Sam and grabbed onto your arm and steadied yourself as he panicked.

“Y/n is something wrong are you okay” to that Jake smacked him from behind and muttered something that sounded like fucking idiot. 

“Samuel it’s time” was all you gritted out. And off to the hospital you went. 

By the next morning you lay in the hospital bed surrounded by Sam’s family holding the tiniest little girl in your arms. Sam couldn’t stop smiling and kissing the top of her head. 

“Everyone meet Mirasol, our little sunflower.” he said happily to everyone in the room. 

Summer 2024

It would take some time to finally get Mira into a decent sleeping routine but after a few months it was finally settled. You and Sam have finally been able to get a good night's sleep. Oftentimes you’d awake to find the other side of your bed empty and walk down the hall to peer into what was once the guest room to see Sammy standing by the window as the sun was coming in, rocking her back and forth and quietly singing to her in between pointing out the birds and the flowers outside.A soft vinyl was almost always playing in the background, todays being some Blues. Sam was humming to her but she wasn’t listening; she just kept staring at her dada right there like he was her whole world. You leaned against the door frame with a drink in one hand waiting for him to settle her back to sleep so you could pass his off to him. It didn’t matter how long it took you could watch him and his sunflower all day. As the record began to crackle signifying its end Sam gently placed your sleeping girl back into her crib and came to you gratefully accepting his mug of coffee. You both smiled at her sleeping peacefully before going to sit on the couch where Sam moved to put on whatever playlist was left running on the TV. Once again that familiar Hozier song became the backtrack of the moment and you were transported to that night in the van with Josh. Setting your drink down you reached your hand to Sam as you stood up. 

“Care for a dance?” he leaped to his feet with a grin abandoning his coffee on the table. 

You both twirled quietly through the living room and into the kitchen as the music carried you throughout your home. As the song came to its end he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“Are you sure we couldn’t have named her Jackie?” you giggled in his embrace as he brought you back to the couch to your now cold morning drinks. 

Things were exactly how you wanted them to be. 

Spring 2026 

Watching the clock tick to 6pm you knew that Sam would be home from the studio any minute. You began to cook dinner and within a few minutes you heard the front door opening and felt Sam softly approach and wraps his arm around you from behind. You leaned into his touch while your sleeping toddler lay in your arms. He presses a kiss to your cheek and leans down to press a gentle one to your daughters head that’s rested on your shoulder. 

“I love my girls so much I miss them all day” he whispers softly, running his hand down your back. You smile and continue to work on dinner but he doesn’t walk away like he normally does after saying hello. He’s standing quietly watching you work in awe of the woman he’s chosen and the beautiful little girl you’ve both created. His hand comes to rest on the small of your back and he’s rubbing gentle circles. 

“We did so good mama, she's so perfect. How about another?” You laugh and smile once more as you begin to turn him ad you realize once you see his soft gaze, he’s not joking and you melt a little. You hum in response and go back to cooking and think for a second before turning your head back to Sam. 

“How about we finish dinner and we ask Danny to watch our little sunflower for the night?” Sam grins and presses another kiss to your cheek. He shakes his head with a laugh and his hair falls into your face eliciting a quiet laugh from you as it tickles your cheek.

“It’s really no pressure but I can’t say I haven’t been thinking about it lately. Just love my girls so much.” At this point his hands have found themselves a home on either side of your hip. Leaning his head back down and resting it on your shoulder that your daughter doesn’t occupy. You stay like that admiring each other in silence. 

“I am so lucky to have found you that night.” he says to you and you blush.

 “And I am so grateful for being able to call you my little one” he coos softly while gently rubbing your daughters back as she begins to stir hearing his voice. Soon you have wide brown eyes blinking at you from either side and you can’t help but feel an ache in your chest wondering what it would be like to have a new set of them join the mix and how you’ve gone so long without them. 

Your moment of content did not last long as Sam snapped you out of it by whispering in your ear “Are you really sure we can’t name this one Wilson?” 

You just laughed as Mira blinked at you now fully awake and began reaching for her father. You just shook your head and passed her off with a kiss to her cheek and then Sam’s once she was in his arms. 

[jankandjonch]

roommates // by daisyful

18+

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pairings: jake x reader

word count: 5k

tags: sex toys, roommates!au, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, pwp basically, pet names because i can’t help myself, dirty talking

notes: i never thought i’d write this many fics with a vibrator involved, but here we are lmao. This happened bc of this post . minimally edited.

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“You’re fucking kidding me”

Of course, today of all days, the batteries would die. You huff out a few more curses and remove the lifeless vibrator from between your legs, throwing it on the bed beside you.

For a moment you lay there and frown, wondering if this is a sign you should just go to bed. Today had tested you far too frequently, and you couldn’t deal with much more. The thought of trying to get off any other way after you’d been so close with the toy seemed not worth the hassle.

Then, your brain throws you a hail mary: there’s batteries in the kitchen drawer. Perfect.

You tug on a pair of cotton underwear and smooth out your oversized t-shirt. It settles at the tops of your thighs, and you figure that’s decent enough for a run to the kitchen at 2:00 in the morning.

Your body carries you to the kitchen through the darkness, only broken by the light of the TV your roommate must have left on.

It causes you to roll your eyes—an old western is playing. You never had the pallet for them, even in an ironic sense. But Jake—your roommate of about a year now—loved them, for some reasons he had droned on about before when you expressed your disinterest.

You go straight for the drawer by the fridge, full of scissors and charging cords and pennies and mail, fishing around for the AA batteries.

“Whatcha need?”

“Fuck!” Your chest pounds as you clutch dramatically at your shirt, whirling around to see the source of the voice.

Jake blinks at you, eyebrows raised in amusement. He lays on the couch, in his plaid pajama pants and t shirt, feet covered by a throw blanket.

“You up to something sneaky? Why so jumpy?” He grins.

“Fuck off,” you roll your eyes, “It’s dark, I didn’t see you,” you grumble.

“Jesus,” he laughs, “Bad day?”

You just nod, rummaging again through the drawer for the batteries.

“You need help?” He asks, his voice getting closer as he walks into the kitchen.

“Where are our batteries?” You murmur, closing that drawer and trying the next.

He ‘hmm’s for a second, and then answers, “Why the hell do you need batteries at 2am? You building something?”

“Yes, a robot,” you deadpan, “Mind your business. Do you know where they are?”

“Damn, what’s wrong?” you can hear the smile in his voice and you finally look up at him, growing impatient.

“Do you know where they are or not?”

He looks you over, seemingly trying to understand the situation, and then, you realize that you’re in only your shirt and underwear. You can see him swallow and avert his eyes to the cabinet as he seems to realize the same.

“I think so,” he says softly, “Hang on.”

He fetches a shoe box from the hallway closet and brings it back to the kitchen, plopping it on the counter. There’s various tools and nails and command hooks, and then, alas, he pulls out a small container of AA batteries. Gently, he puts them in your hand.

“There,” he says softly, “You good?”

You nod and mutter a soft thank you before making a quick escape, looking forward to no longer being in front of him in your underwear.

You know it’s no big deal, and that you two have gotten comfortable. But there’s this tension, sometimes. Mostly like this, at night, sometimes intoxicated. Where the stares between you two linger a bit too long, and your mind begins to wonder. You always push it down, because it’s not a good idea, and you know that. And when the light of day comes around, you’re always relieved that things feel normal again.

So that’s what you do; push it aside. Back to the matter at hand: you latch your bedroom door behind you and head straight for the vibrator, popping it’s plastic plate off and fishing out the old batteries. And then you realize. They’re the wrong size.

You take a shaking breath, irritated and tired. Without thinking, you throw it back on the bed and walk back out into the living room, where Jake has cozied up on the couch.

“Do we have triple A?” You ask flatly.

“Hmm?” He looks up at you. His eyes land on your bare thighs again, then flick back up quickly to your gaze.

“Triple A? Batteries?”

“Honey, what is this for?” He mumbles, getting off the couch again to help.

“It’s nothing,” you huff out, beginning to go through the shoebox again.

“Gotta tell me if you want help,” he smirks. You look up and he’s got a cocky hand on his hip, standing a couple of feet away. His hair is messy in the dim blue light, and he looks amused with himself.

No longer in possession of any patience to make up a story or fight off his questioning, you answer.

“My vibrator.”

His lips part in gentle shock, and the cocky expression leaves his face at once.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “You just had to know, huh?”

You laugh, because he looks so shy and unlike himself all the sudden. Possibly delirious from the late hour, he laughs too.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. You can see him blushing even in the low light.

“It’s fine,” you rush out, “I’ve just had a bad day, I’m just—” you give up looking through the box, rubbing a hand over your face, “I’m just frustrated. And I just needed—nevermind,” you shake your head, “It’s dead, I just need the batteries.”

He nods and pulls the shoebox closer to him on the counter, picking through the nails and thumbtacks and tape.

“Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Honey,” he says quietly, “But I don’t think we have any.”

“It’s fine,” you sigh, “I’m gonna go to bed,” you pad a few steps away from him, “Goodnight. This didn’t happen,” you point a finger at him.

He salutes you and grins, headed back to the couch. Shoving your embarrassment down, you head to your room again and prepare for sleep. You can’t be bothered to mess with it again.

You’re just picking up the vibrator and putting the back piece back on when there’s a soft knock at the door.

Tucking the toy behind your back, you crack it open to reveal none other than Jake.

“Um,” he holds up the TV remote, “This has triple A batteries,” he says softly.

You look between the remote and him, a furious blush making its way across your face that he would care so much as to come tell you.

“Oh,” you say, eloquence evading you.

He passes it towards you and you open the door further, taking it from him in your open hand. You other stays tucked behind your back, hiding the toy in a way that feels very scandalous.

“Don’t you need this?” You ask, “You’re watching TV.”

He shrugs, “Not as bad as you do, apparently,” he grins and you can’t help but chuckle. “No, but, seriously, I’m probably gonna go to bed.”

You nod slowly, “Okay. Um,” you swallow. You should feel more nervous than you do. More embarrassed. There’s a bit of it, sure, but not much. It feels oddly comfortable. “Thank you.” You murmur.

He nods, and then licks his lip. You stare, because it seems to be almost in slow motion, and his bottom lip is left glossy. Here it is again: the tension. So easy to form in the late hours of the night.

“Mmhm,” he acknowledges your gratitude and he takes a breath, like he’s about to speak, but then his lips shut. He does it again, like he’s working up to saying it.

“Do you wanna make sure they work?” He asks, “Cause I can—if not, I can check my room, or something, um,” his hand grips the doorway and his fingers fidget with the wood. He’s doing a terrible job of acting casual about it, but you find it endearing.

“Sure,” you murmur, “Um,” you fumble with the toy behind your back, “Here, hang on.”

You turn around, just enough that he might not be able to plainly see it in your hand as you mess with it. But you can’t pop open the remote and the toy with both things in your hand, you realize quickly.

“Here,” he says gently, pushing your door open and touching you on the shoulder. He comes around to your side and takes the remote from your hand.

You watch him as he does, and while he looks a little bashful, you appreciate him not acknowledging what’s in your other hand.

With daft fingers, he removes the batteries from the remote as you take them out of the vibrator. You toss the old ones on your bed, and let him place the new ones in your palm. When you click them into place, the toy immediately buzzes to life.

“Oh—shit—“ you breathe, fumbling quickly to turn off the toy. You look at him in a panic, and mutter a soft, “Sorry. Thank you.”

He nods, but doesn’t say anything. He’s got an odd expression, and you think twice before asking, but then you can’t help it.

“What?” you ask.

“Uh,” he chuckles, “I don’t—um,” he runs his hand through his hair and looks back and forth between you and the vibrator, “Nothing.”

He doesn’t move, though. Doesn’t walk to the door, even a little bit.

“Jake,” you sigh, “What is it?”

“I just—“ he starts, and then he nibbles on his bottom lip again, “I probably…shouldn’t…”

You raise your brows at him, wondering what the hell he’s talking about.

“I just—“ he clears his throat, “If—if you had a hard day and you need…I mean, if you need to get off and—and if you just need, y’know, if you don’t wanna have to do a lot of work, I mean, if you’ve had a hard day—“

“Jake,” you giggle at his nonsense, “What?”

He collects himself with a breath, “I can help,” he says finally, “If you’d want that.”

“Help?” Your mouth goes dry at the thought that he’s saying what you think he is.

He nods, “Help. Just this once. Forget about it tomorrow, act like it never happened, all that good stuff, y’know.”

You know you’re standing there with a ridiculous expression on your face, but you can’t help it. You’re stunned.

“Oh,” you finally manage.

He just looks at you, perhaps scared to say anything else.

“You can say no,” he gives you the out, “Or you can say yes. It’s up to you.”

You note how quickly your thighs clench together at the thought, and how your cheeks heat. It’s undeniable that the offer sounds nice. Your day did suck, it would be nice to not have to think about it, just have someone else do the work. Especially someone as attractive as him, who you feel safe with, who you know would take care of you.

“Hm, Honey?” He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “I don’t even have to touch you, I can just use the toy, but maybe—“

“Sure,” you surprise yourself with the answer.

“Yeah?” He trails the back of his knuckles over your jaw, “Sound nice?”

A shaky breath leaves you as his fingers graze softly.

“Okay,” he murmurs, “And really,” he licks his lips, “We’ll forget all about it tomorrow. S’just a favor.”

“Okay,” you agree.

“Wanna lay down?” His voice is lower, gentle still, but almost gravelly.

You nod and sit near the top of your bed, watching him intently as he pushes the remote aside and touches your ankle softly. There’s nothing but the soft whir of the fan for a moment as he looks up at you. Suddenly, he looks so much like himself. So familiar. It puts you at ease, and he must see it.

He traces his palm up from your ankle to the inside of your thigh, where he touches softly.

“That okay?” He murmurs. When you nod, he settles more, laying on his stomach between your ankles.

His palms are large and warm over your thighs, where they work to help you relax through broad sweeps over your skin. The only light is from the salt lamp on your dresser, so he glows soft orange.

You can feel the tension unwind as he sweeps his palm again and presses a kiss to the inside of your knee.

“Can I have that?” he smiles as he nods toward your hand, still clutched around the vibrator.

Quietly, you pass the slender silicone wand to him. He takes it in his large hand and flips it, the side with the button in his palm. He skims it down the inside of your thigh, warming you up to the touch. It steals your breath.

“Relax,” he soothes, kissing your thigh again, “Just me.”

You nod, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

“Help slide these off for me?” He nudges the hem of your shirt up on your hip and tugs at one side of your underwear.

Doing as he asks, you slip fingers under the other side and with him, you drag them down and off your ankles.

He tosses them to the floor and comes back to you, skirting the toy up your thigh again, closer and closer. He’s looking up at you for a moment, and you hold the eye contact and your breath, but then finally he spares a glance to your center.

His breath shudders from him and his eyes close momentarily. When they open, for the first time you see him turned on. You can’t pinpoint what it is in his demeanor, but it’s undeniable. It lights a fire in your belly so quickly you wonder why you didn’t do this ages ago.

“Honey…” he sighs, then a groan sounds from the back of his throat, “I don’t wanna keep you waiting, is that okay? Or you wanna go slow?”

“No,” you answer quickly, “Don’t have to go slow.”

He nods and hits the button on the toy, sending it buzzing to life. You can just barely hear the sharp intake of breath from him.

A bit too slow, even, for your liking, he drags the toy up your thigh again, before finally letting the it rest over your clit. You try not to cry out, instead biting down on your lip hard, and pushing your hips up into the touch.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says calmly, “You don’t need to be quiet. Helps me know better what to do if you’re not quiet.”

“Oka—” it’s cut off with a groan as he nestles it more firmly against you.

“Feel good?” He asks, voice still low. You nod frantically, “You can—“ you sigh, a bit scared to say it. Too turned on to think much more, you just do, “You can touch me, if you want.”

He looks up at you quickly, and oh, his eyelids are heavy with lust.

“Yeah?” he says, as if he’s not sure he’s heard you right.

“Mmhm,” you nod, “Please.”

“Fuck,” it rushes out of him, “Yeah, Honey.”

He moves the vibrator aside for a moment, letting it rest just to the side of you. He removes the hand that was holding your thigh and licks the pad of his thumb before he brings it to you, greeting your clit with slow circles. The touch burns a trail through your body, immediately heating your face and chest.

“Jake,” the way you say his name is nearing pathetic.

“Yeah?” He sounds almost in pain, his voice is tight.

“More,” you shudder.

“How—Jesus Christ“ he clears his throat, “Do you wanna tell me how you like it, or you just want me to—“

“Just—,” you feel frantic, like your skin is too hot, and you don’t know what you need. You reach for him, and your hand lands in the crown of his hair, “Please, something—I—”

“Okay,” he soothes, “Okay.”

Slowly still, he moves the toy down and eases against the slick of your entrance, and when you push your hips into it, he takes it as permission to ease it into you.

“Fuck,” you bite out.

“Good?” he checks in, kissing your leg.

“Yeah,” you gasp.

“Good,” he murmurs, and then he’s settling down, pressing kisses further and further along your inner thigh, until finally, he meets your clit in a gentle kiss.

“Jake,” you groan, loud, “Ohmygod.”

He hums against you, and then before you can even catch your breath, he licks a full stripe, stealing whatever sanity you could have possibly had left.

“Don’t stop,” you know you’re whining but you can’t help it, not even a bit. He licks and sucks slowly, letting the buzz from the toy and the warmth from his mouth carry you to your end. Your hand stays buried in his hair at the roots, where you try not to squeeze it too hard.

It’s almost humorous, that earlier you were trying so desperately to get off, and now that it's a hair’s width away, you wish you weren’t so close. You don’t want the sweet warmth of his tongue to leave. Sadly, you don’t have a choice.

“Gonna cum,” you warn him, so he can back off if he wants, but he just groans into you, and keeps his motions steady.

You can’t breathe when it hits you, nor can you help the way your thighs tense around him. You’re pretty sure you almost pass out for a moment, as your vision goes all white when your eyes roll back. After it passes, and you can take a deep gasp of air again, he’s coming up for air.

“Fuck me,” he groans, “Fuck.”

You blink a few times so you can finally see him in the dim light again. He slides the vibrator from you and clicks it off, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Almost like he can’t help it, he gets up on his knees and grips the length of himself through the pajamas, his eyes rolling back and his lips falling open.

His eyes snap open to meet yours, and his hand falls away.

“Sorry,” he sighs quickly, “Sorry, I—“ he shakes his head, at a loss.

“It’s okay,” your chest heaves as you recover still from the orgasm.

You try to read him, to know where to go with this. Do you thank him? Do you offer to return the favor? That wasn’t part of this, though, maybe—

“Can I do it again?”

Your eyes meet his in some fiery standoff.

“What?”

He licks his lips, “Can I make you cum again?”

When you’re still silent for a moment, he adds, “Please?”

The groan that comes from you is much too loud and enthusiastic, and before you know it you’re reaching for him.

“Come here,” you plead, and he obliges, slotting with you and hovering over you, meeting you in a warm kiss.

“Fuck,” he says against your mouth, “I promise we can still forget about this tomorrow, if you want—“

“Shut up,” you smile, kissing him harder. He groans back and snakes a hand between your legs, where suddenly he’s nudging two fingers against you.

“Is—“

“Yes,” You answer before he can ask.

You gasp when they sink in, warm and full, so much better than the stupid vibrator.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says against your cheek, as he’s nipping and licking a trail down your face, “I would—“ he swallows, you can hear it close to your ear, “I would fucking love to be inside you.”

“Oh my god,” it rushes out of you without thought, “Please.”

He groans, but pulls back.

“Are you sure—“

“Yes, Jake,”

“No, Honey, listen to me,” he holds your jaw in his hand, “We can still just pretend this didn’t happen tomorrow if you want, but please think about it for a second. I’m alright with it. Are you?”

You take a deep breath, and yeah, even when you think about it, even when it’s him, you want it. And you know he’d never hold it against you.

“Yeah,” you nod, “Yes.”

His lips curl into a wide grin, and then he’s back against your mouth, matching your fervor with his warm tongue. His fingers work still inside you, curling perfectly over and over.

You want him so badly all at once you can barely stand it, and without a second thought, it comes out of you:

“Can I ride you?”

His fingers halt and he groans so loud you almost wonder if he’s hurt, his head falls to your shoulder. Quickly, he collects himself, pulling his head up to look at you. He’s disheveled, and it’s hot. His hair is everywhere, his lips are swollen.

“As hot as that is, no, babe, this is still about you. Don’t want you to have to do any of the work.”

You’re trying to respond, but the way he said babe rings around in your head deafeningly loud.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he kisses your cheek, “I promise.”

Numb from the pleasure, you nod as he withdraws his fingers. He smiles as he slips off the bed and tugs his shirt over his head. You follow his form, tugging your shirt over yours. His eyes slow for a moment over your chest, and you both take each other in.

You’ve seen him shirtless, as he cooks breakfast, or when he comes home from a jog. You know he has soft sides, a defined chest, and wonderfully strong shoulders. It still makes you speechless.

Even more, when he tugs the string of his pajama pants loose and eases them gently down his hips, letting them fall to the floor, you can’t find words. The curve from his hips to his waist makes your mouth open in an intrigued shock. And god, the thick length of himself that he takes quickly into his hand is enough to stun you forever. You’re shocked you can find words to answer him when he asks,

“You want this?”

It’s low and sultry as he palms himself. His head is cocked just to the side, making dazed eye contact with you.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “I—can I touch you?”

He bites on his bottom lip and nods, stepping closer to the side of the bed so that he’s within reach. Timidly, you reach up to take him into your hand. His hand moves, allowing it, and as your fingers wrap around him, your thighs clench. He releases a slow, shaky breath when you stroke him.

He’s warm, and thicker than at first glance. You can’t resist a peek up at his face as you move your hand slowly over him. His eyes are locked onto your hand, his lips parted in a sigh.

“Feels nice,” he thrusts experimentally into your grip, and his eyes roll back, “Your hand is so soft.”

You can’t help but giggle at that, and his eyes flit to your face. He chuckles too, pushing into your hand again.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “You ready?”

Nodding quickly, you greet him on the bed by sliding your legs back open, letting him kneel between them.

“Slide down a bit, babe,” he says quietly, touching your hip with delicate fingers.

You lay flat on the bed, letting him lean over you and prop himself up with his forearm by your head.

“Hi,” he grins.

“Hey there,” you giggle.

“Gonna kiss you again,” he murmurs as he leans in, his plush lips meeting yours in a lovely embrace. As you’re busy licking at his tongue, he rolls his hips against you, and you’re gasping at the warmth of him sliding against your clit.

“Shit,” he gasps into your mouth, “You’re gonna soak me, Honey. You always this wet, or am I doing that good a job?”

“I refuse to inflate your ego even more this evening,” you smile into the kiss.

“Understandable,” he’s smiling too, “I hope you can tell by how fucking hard I am that you’re doing something to me, too,” he grinds fully into you again and you’re whimpering as he licks at your lower lip.

“Jake,” you whine.

“Tell me, Honey, what is it?”

“Just fuck me, please.”

“Mmm,” he hums as his lips press to your cheek, “Gonna fuck you until you can’t remember the bad day you had, or anything else.”

If you say anything coherent, you can’t recall. It’s mostly a desperate groan, begging without words.

He reaches down and eases himself in, and you force your eyes open to watch his expression as he does. His mouth gapes, his eyes roll back. You wish you could watch it a million times.

And god, he’s warm as he stretches you, as his hips roll flush to you. He’s just big enough that it approaches a mild sting, but it’s welcomed. He props his other forearm on the other side of your head, and his hair falls around you, blanketing you in his body heat.

Just when you’re sure his hips are flush to you, he rolls them hard, sending your eyes back into your head.

“You like that, hm?” He shudders, “You feel so damn good.”

You just nod, struggling to keep your eyes open to look at him.

“Baby,” he says, sugar sweet, “Just take it, Honey, you don’t have to do anything else.”

He pulls his hips back and then rolls back into you, and suddenly that sneaking warmth is building in you again.

With his nose, he nuzzles your head to the side. As he begins to work at a slow, deep pace, he sucks gently on your pulse point. Your head is all blurry stars, your eyes rolling back far too often to see anything, and all you can smell is his shampoo and sweat.

You’re not sure if you’re making noise; you don’t think so, it feels like you can barely breathe. But then, Jake says,

“I know, babe, I know, let go.”

And you’re guessing you’ve said something to clue him into the fact that you’re on the precipice of a second orgasm.

With a sturdy roll of his hips, you’re scratching at the soft skin of his sides and drawing a whimper from as you clench around him like a vice, slamming into a somehow even more visceral orgasm than the first.

As it washes over you, you can hear yourself saying his name like a mantra.

“So good,” he’s still fucking slowly into you.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you whine, “Please, Jake, don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop,” he kisses your cheek, “Gonna give it to you til you’re a cock-drunk mess, Honey, don’t worry.”

You shudder off a string of curses at his vulgar response, and you draw him even closer, one hand on his side, and the other wrapping into his hair. He resumes sucking on the side of your neck, something that makes your stomach flutter. He bottoms out over and over at a wonderous pace, somehow each thrust just as good as the last.

“You like this? Slow and deep?” He murmurs the question against your skin and punctuates the question with a lick.

“Yes,” you whimper.

“You wanna cum around me again?”

“Yeah,” you gasp, “Yeah, fucking—please,”

“Take your time, Honey,” he breathes, “I’m not going anywhere. Just gonna fuck and fuck you.”

“Kiss me,” you plead. He answers you quickly, his warm mouth on yours in an instant, warm and fervent. It’s embarrassingly quick, how soon you feel like you can cum again. But you can’t find the shame; he’s working himself perfectly against you.

“Close,” you confess against his lips.

“Good,” his voice is distant, “Let me have it.”

It hits you slow and unhurried, creeping hot vines up your torso and neck, gripping at your cheeks and burning a bolt of pleasure through you. You’re a floating, dizzy version of yourself when you come down.

“Fucking beautiful,” he’s sighing, “Gonna cum, Honey, you feel too good.”

He pulls out and balances on one of his arms as he shoves a hand down around himself. He looks the most beautiful that he ever has, in your opinion, as he cums.

His cheeks are flushed and his brow furrows, and his bitten lips curse softly when he loses it. For a moment he glances down between you, watching as he makes a mess.

You could watch it on repeat forever, and almost lament the moment before it passes.

Finally, he looks up at you. It’s quiet for a second before he grins.

“Hi, Honey,” he smiled wide.

“Hi,” you giggle. He unsticks a piece of his hair from your face as he catches his breath.

“Gonna kiss you again if that’s alright,” he sighs. You nod quickly, and he’s kissing you soft and slow. It’s so tender, you know you probably shouldn’t want it as bad as you do.

He must be on the same page, though, because he just kisses and kisses, licking slowly at your tongue and your teeth.

Some long while later, he comes up for air.

“Let me get my shirt for you,” he says, easing himself off the bed.

He fetches his discarded tee and cleans you with it gently, then wipes himself quickly before he climbs back beside you.

“So,” he breathes, reaching out to skim a finger over your chest, “Why was your day so bad, hm?”

“Jake,” you laugh. You can’t fathom why he’s asking you this right now, and you can’t recall a single thing that happened before the moment he was in your bed.

“What?”

“Tell me about your day. What was it, hm? That got you so frustrated you had to make yourself cum so bad,” he smirks.

“Jake, Jesus Christ,” you blush, “I have no idea anymore, it was just—“

“So it worked?”

You blink at him.

“I fucked you ‘til you forgot?”

If he was trying to make you laugh, it works, as the giggle that escapes you is borderline maniacal. He joins though, laughing lightheartedly beside you.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “Dumb joke.”

As the giggling winds down, the room is quiet. The thought pops into your head with conviction, and it feels only right to say it aloud:

“You know… I wouldn’t be mad if we didn’t forget this tomorrow,” you offer quietly.

He sighs and smiles at you, his eyes sparkly. He looks like himself; like the Jake you know, but closer, and warmer than before.

“I was kinda hoping you would say that.”

fin.

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