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Covet: Chapter 15 (Sneak Peek)

a/n: for anyone who's been anticipating the upcoming chapter. <3 it will be yours soon — you know that's always how it goes when i post a sneak peek :) (i'm holding myself accountable)

in the meantime, here are the first (roughly) 3k words of the chapter as a ~sneak peek~.

Warnings: as always, MNDI 18+ (!!!); soft morning after; sad feelings surrounding self love + love in general; covet!jake being so perfect it hurts; mutual pining (obvi in love - they can't do anything about it atp); infidelity; (slight) exhibitionism; reader enjoying being a wh*re for jake; language; breeding kink; unprotected p in v sex (m d n i !) (wrap before you tap, or you'll end up like these two !!!)

If you need mood music, I can't think of anything but these two when I hear this song now (they're obsessed w each other, come on).

December 26, 2022

Oh, you’d missed this.

For too long, you’d gone without having him beside you in the mornings. . . And now, this. 

Still naked from the night before. The night you'd been anticipating and wishing for, for too damn long. . . It had finally come to a head, last night, in the most fulfilling way.

This moment was like taking a fresh breath of air. You'd been waiting for this.

The press of him, hard and heavy against your ass — the most incredible way to let the day greet you. You couldn’t help the natural way your hips pressed back against him. Had to feel him, as much as you possibly could. . .

And, if he hadn’t been awake. . . He most definitely was now. 

He groaned, alerting you of his presence. Then, he spoke — tone still husky from sleep. “Fuck, y/n. . .” 

With a clear of his throat, his hand was coming around the front of you, holding your belly in a sure grip before he let his body do most of the talking. That give and take, one push of his hips against your ass, and another press of you to his front. . . Over and over. . . Until you felt his tip, already showing the beginning of arousal against your ass. 

“You. . .,” he growled in your ear, breathing hot on your neck. “Shit, baby,” he moaned, so quiet, with the morning light creeping in from the curtains the main indicator that the day was here.

And you two were most definitely not the only two awake. You knew your family.

Knowing that fact, you assumed were probably the last two to wake up. Knowing your grandparents, sister, and Josh — they were all known to be early risers. . . .

And, it was soon confirmed when you heard Josh's rather loud laugh from the kitchen, only a few long paces from your bedroom. You internally cringed at what you were doing in your grandparents' home when Josh's cackle was followed by your Grandmother bursting into a fit of giggles along with him.

You smelled the sugary and syrupy smell of your Grandma's pumpkin pancakes. . . Usually, you'd be out of bed the instant you smelled them.

But this morning? The pancakes were the least of your concerns.

“Fuck. Me, sweet girl," Jake raggedly sighed, bringing you back to the moment with him and his cozy, human heater of a body.

With a sharp intake of breath, right against the burning shell of your ear, he pushed your hair away from where it laid against your neck and kissed the column of your neck. It was marvelous and you felt the goosebumps rise in his path.

Once his mouth trailed back up to the sensitive skin behind your ear, his hips rutted against your ass to emphasize his want.

When the little whimper left your mouth, you tried to be considerate of the others and bit down hard on your lower lip to hide the sound.

“Shhh,” Jake cooed from behind you, letting the hand that was holding your belly float to your mouth to stop any sound from escaping. "You heard them, just as I did. . . If you keep making noises like that, they're going to know exactly what I'm doing to you behind your door."

His hips continued to roll lazily against you, reminding you of how badly he wanted you, as he finished his incredibly debilitating sentiment.

The authoritarian hold of your mouth made your eyes roll back, hungry for more of this domineering side of him. You tested him, moaning again — louder, against your better judgement. And, strangely for you, even though you knew others could hear you, you didn’t care anymore.

(And those were your grandparents on the other side of that door.)

But. . . .all you genuinely wanted was for him to continue his act of dominance.

And that, he did.

He pressed his hand closer against your mouth, making you release a small peep at how tightly he held your face. Your thighs rubbed together under the sheets and duvet. The mere circumference of his palm, aiding in his ability to hold your entire jaw. The bicep that laid under your head flexed. Not able to help it, you shifted your hips back, against his front.

You felt your entrance leak at the feeling of him — hot and harder against you by the second. . . The idea of him taking total control of you, while your body grew for him. . . .

It made your face heat and your heart race. . . Once more, you rocked back into him. But this time, you moved up a bit on the bed and curved your back to slip his dick under the curve of your ass. . . And just as you wanted, he slipped between your thighs. His movements, setting a steady rhythm, within your wet and warm folds — lazy and easy. 

You sighed with relief at the feeling of having him there — so close to being inside of you again. . .

But, you needed more. . . 

Right now, you wanted him to feel his way inside your body. Needed his dick to know how badly your body craved him. . . wanted his girth to show the evidence of your arousal. . . You wanted to be the reason he was lubricated to go inside of you.

“You’re doing so good for me, aren’t you, baby?” He mumbled into your ear. You instantly stilled, arching your back at the feeling of him, savoring the sound of his hoarse voice, fresh from sleep.

He used your distraction, taking a few seconds to turn you over onto your back in one swift and careful motion. 

As you gasped in shock, laying in your new position, you writhed for him and what you knew he could give you. You blushed at how he took no time to slip a quick pillow underneath your body to support your lower back — right where you needed it most. You knew he wanted you comfortable and ready to open up for him.

It didn't matter how you were positioned, though. You could be feeling all of the back pain in the world and you'd still spread your legs for him. He was all your mind reeled with at the moment — most moments. Even though you were still so sore, from the sensation of what he'd left behind the night before, your inner thighs were soaked with need.

For him.

Ironically, it seemed in the moment, the only 'cure' for the pain — the delicious, piercing pain, still situated within you from the night before — was his (now-glistening) dick. 

You took a moment to admire how it looked: so pretty, resting on your thigh, as he laid on his side, leaning on his elbow. He was right next to you, the front of his left thigh, flush against your hip.

Art in human form.

And, whether it made you a whore or not, you spread your legs further. Your eyes gauged his, measuring how quickly you could get him to understand you were past the point of wanting and waiting for what he had to offer. 

He was the only person here with you, in the sacred space of the bedroom you'd spent nearly all of your adolescent days in.

You didn't care if the whines and the way your hips lifted to encourage him was pathetic. You were a damned whore for him at this point and, honestly. . . You were damn proud of it. 

And he needed to know it. 

“I wanna be good for you, Jake,” you mewled, your fists grasping at the sheets below you as you looked away from his dick. Turning your head towards him, you let yourself fully take in his handsome face for the first time since last night. 

God. He was so perfect. Golden skin. Big, amber-brown eyes with lust-blown pupils. . . That long brown, wavy hair, disheveled in the sexiest and most alluring way. His full, pink lips — pouting and smirking all at once as he drew his eyebrows in, taking in your heaving body and your choice of words.

He placed a firm and steady hand on your chest, letting his hands play with your swollen tits slowly. . . Ever-so-slowly. . . He massaged the weight of each, in the palm of his hand. Your sensitive nipples, pebbling against his hand to encourage him further. 

But, once he got what he wanted from both breasts, satisfied with how they'd responded to him, he was letting the hand travel to your belly. He let a gentle hand float across your bump until he was intentionally holding the curve at the bottom of your tummy. 

You smiled, as he seemed to be cherishing what you'd made together.

But, you soon realized he had other plans with the motion, too. And, as soon as you felt your belly lift, your breath caught in your throat. Your toes curled when he applied pressure there, elevating the heaviness of your belly — just a bit. . . . . But it did plenty to relieve your always-aching back.

As he continued to do this, adding a bit more support by the millisecond, you felt as if your entire body was getting lighter.

It happened so suddenly, you almost couldn't wrap your mind around it.

His hand there, so strong, holding the weight of the baby — for you. Your back, aloft and relieved. The belly, not your responsibility at the moment, as he was applying just enough force of his own that gravity was shifting the heaviness to his palm. 

Relief. Truly. Completely. Your toes chest heated, your arousal growing between your legs. Your breasts peaked with appreciation for the man and the tender care he was showing you. 

“Thank you,” you sighed, fisting the sheets. You knew that Lavender's ever-increasing weight was a heavy burden to bear at the front of your body, but you hadn’t realized just how heavy until he was taking the weight off of you. Quite literally. 

“Don’t you dare thank me when it’s my damn fault you’re in this predicament,” he responded, voice light and demanding, in the same breath. “I wish I could carry this heaviness for you, baby. Don’t want you to have to do it on your own. . . 's not fair.”

“But. . .,” you began, your words falling from your lips on instinct. Just as your hand performed on instinct, going to grasp his flushed cheek in your palm. “It is fair, Jake. . . It’s fair because I want to do it for you. I want to feel it — heaviness and all — because I know it’s all so the world can have more of you.”

It didn’t take him any more time to move — just so.

Then, he was fully on top of you (finally). That beautiful face, that you felt like you'd loved your whole life, hovering above yours. 

Your eyes connected to one another’s heady irises, and with one purposeful angle, and roll of his hips, he was stretching you — deliciously — to fit inside of you.

You felt him. All of him, filling you, until his tip came to tease against your cervix. Still aching and sore, the heaviness of his dick inside of you pressed to all of the same areas he’d marked as his own last night.

And, within a minute, each passionate buck of his hips from the night prior, translated to a soft and affectionate pace. It was apparent what he had in mind this morning.

Your sore pussy shaped to comfortably fit his dick, desperate to hold him and serve him.

"Fuck, sweet girl,” he hushed, a secret kept between the two of you. “Your body takes me like you never stopped wanting me. . . like it knows who it belongs to."

Your eyes welled with tears at the thought of him thinking you’d ever stopped wanting him. 

Hadn’t you proven that you’d put on what happened in the kitchen on that fateful day in August? Had you not convinced him with your needy behavior that you’d only ever wanted him — since the moment you saw him in your apartment's doorway? Since you’d glimpsed his amber-brown eyes under the glow of that sunset in May?

What had you done the day in that kitchen?

All you wanted to do was take it back and show him the truth. 

So, not being able to change the past, you did what your tired body could to prove how much he meant to you.

You went to wrap your legs at his lower back, pulling him in closer, letting him find his home inside of you. He was right — your body only belonged to him. You liked it that way.

And, with some wave of confidence, you decided you could say something to help him understand, too. Right now, all you wanted to do was say ‘fuck hiding, you need to know how I feel about you’. . . 

But. 

You couldn’t do that. Not yet (or maybe ever).

So, you said what you could.

“Even without a baby between us,” you whispered back, letting his hips languidly move above you, as he fucked into you. He kept with the rhythm with zero issue, even with your ankles crossed at his back to keep him close. “You live inside of me. . . You have ruined me for everyone else, Jacob Thomas.”

His eyes darkened, blazing with fire and an emotion too rare to name, body rocking particularly roughly into you, in response. You couldn’t help the squeaky sigh you exhaled at the change in speed. Your brows furrowed to watch his expression morph into the same as yours. . . 

“Don’t say that unless you mean it, y/n,” he growled, tone low while a flexing arm went up with a strong hand to hold the top of the headboard – just as he had last night. “I need you to be ready for what I’ll give back.”

Your cheeks blushed with acknowledgement to his phrase. You didn’t know what he meant. .  . . but, at the same time, you knew exactly what he’d said. And it went beyond this soft, hazy-morning-moment entirely.

Every syllable, a well-known friend, tucked deep within you. 

He enunciated his words with a new, reckless, unrelenting pace. Every heavy drag of himself inside of you, proving a point. Every rut of his hips, dick hitting home, as he took the reigns. . . rightfully claiming your pussy. With every pump of his dick, the pressure caused a bit of pain, but it was pain you needed in order to keep going.

It inspired you to show him you were ready. At this moment, you could do it. You could receive him. 

Heat spread under your skin as you shifted your hips to accommodate him the best you could with the growing baby bump in the way. He grunted, the sound quickly dissolving into a wanton groan with the sensual, knowing sway of your hips against his. 

You lifted your front, smoothly keeping in time with every new motion he’d set with his hips, like you’d known him forever. 

It went on like that for a bit. 

He curled his lips above you. The soft curve of his lips formed a small smile that, at this moment, you realized you'd only ever seen him give to you. 

You knew he was doing his best to keep his mind straight enough to not meet his end. He didn't want to meet it yet — you knew that. Sweat accumulated on his brow and hairline, showing the strength he was delivering with every push and pull of his hips. Sweat eventually gathered at his chest, before falling to your heaving chest beneath him. . . 

It wasn’t long before he was hoisting you up into a new position. You gracefully went with it, not once backing down. If he was going to put in the work to make this mean something right now, so would you.

Within moments, he had you on all fours, but with your elbows bracing your weight to keep you closer to the bed. Your breasts, pressed against the covers, the way they brushed the soft material made your back arch. His knee settled into the mattress beside you, his thigh molding to yours. He was able to balance on one arm on the other side, tilting his hips just enough to keep giving you what he had before, but from a newer and more unpredictable angle. 

Jake's strong, callous-worn hand found the flesh of your ass, gripping it. His other hand held the headboard. He helped you with the shift of your bodies, tightening his grip when he felt your body grow tired. You knew how he always wanted to do more for you.

And you wanted him to do whatever the fuck he wanted. You didn’t care at this moment. You were his. And, right now, you could almost pretend he was yours.

His chest and belly, sturdy and damp, met your back with each rut of his hips, your tits swinging under you to replicate the way his body moved within yours. You leaned up a bit when you felt the one hand moving from your ass, towards your tits. His hands felt better than anything else on them. And with his new hold, he pulled you closer against him with each knead against your swollen, aching chest. 

You mewled under him, back arching into his tummy as your ass flexed. . .

Fuck.

The way your muscles began tightening everywhere told you that you were almost finished. You felt the building pressure in the pit of your belly, your chest, the way your thighs shook with excitement. . . The familiar throb of your core, tempting fate. 

But, you never wanted to stop.

His hand moved at lightning speed from your chest to your hair, quickly moving a lock out of the way to gain access to your ear. 

He leaned down into your body more, dick shifting just a little inside of you to make your hips jut back against him on a subdued whine. “I feel you, babydoll,” he murmured, lips coming down to dust over your ear with the words. “I know you’re so close, aren’t you?”

You looked over your shoulder at him, gazing at him as if he were god’s greatest gift. And. . . You knew he was. He had to be.

With the muscle in his pecs, to the way the top of his tummy met the curve of them. His abdomen, bending to showcase his strapping sides. . . And the magnitude behind his stare as he watched your body take his. . . fuck.

You watched his dark gaze and scrunched brows. Those lips, heart-shaped, as they puckered to admire the frenzied sway of your hips and the jiggle in your ass — meeting him thrust for thrust. And, you couldn't help but feel pride ignite in you. 

You were proud that your body was able to do what it could for him. . . 

But fuck. This man's body was so precious to you. Every part of it. 

This man and his body, the same that had always fucked you better than anyone else. . .

He just knew you. It had been like this since the first time you'd tried anything. Your body came alive for him. . . he knew exactly where to touch you to make beg and break. . . . every press and stroke with the way he fucked you. . . You'd only ever been responsive for him.

It was as if your body had always known him.

And, as you neared that precipice — with the shape of his cock and the frenetic movement of his hips, you nearly blacked out. A whine, shivering on your lips. He never failed to provide you with the most incredible friction to send you to the unholiest places. 

And, as you panted, thighs soaked and head dizzy, while his dick began to swell inside of you, you could only assume one thing. 

No matter what. . . 

In some way, some fashion. . . 

Jake Kiszka was truly made for you. 

The thought forced another coil to break loose — and you let go one more time, just as he did. Simultaneous. His palm went to grip your belly for something to hold on to, as he locked his hips against you to spill inside of you.

His own hummed whimpers, layered meticulously, yet equally messily, over your quiet cries of completion in the light yellow, early morning sunlight of your childhood bedroom. 

You continued coating his dick as your mouth went to grab hold of your shoulder, muffled there to mask the choked wail that naturally toppled out of you. Your toes, curling and eyes, crossing. . . Jake, emptying everything he had into you, like you were the only woman alive for him to give it to. 

And in that instance, you knew, somehow. . .

He was made for you. 

In a way that defied consideration. It was only a fact. Because, you couldn’t argue that for you, even if he caused the pain, he’d always be the one to fix it.

He was your safest place. 

And you could only hope that in some capacity, you could do and be the same for him. 

And if even you were only made to fit together to make the baby held in the belly under his hand. . . That was enough for you. . . 

Or so you tried to convince yourself. 

You wanted her to be enough. . . Your Lavender. . . Baby K.

But. . .

You just loved her father to the point of absurdity and no return.

And, at the end of it all, you wanted to let yourself imagine a life where you weren’t so fucked up. . . .

If that was even possible.

a/n (2): hmm. well. i'll come to a tumblr near you w this entire chapter soon — if you want it :)

also.

i feel like i should make it known that this is definitely not even close to the only time they’ll have sex in this chapter. haven’t we learned that these two have a pattern? you know, as soon as feelings are aired out and they finally fuck, they just can’t seem to stop fucking…

until…

well.

you’ll see (if you’d like to).

peace out.

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Le Morte d'Arthur: Chapter 8 (teaser)

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hi, lovelies.🤍 i know — it's been a bit since you've heard from me. but, here's a little snippet of this next chapter. one of my favorites so far. (& yes, i say that about every chapter. but, i mean it! LOL. when i say this part has been in the works for a long time...yeah.)

this is a little (4k words) of Jake's pov just before/after he's landed in London. &, as i'm sure you've guessed by the header, we'll be introduced to a certain someone in this chapter. someone i've been dying to include for a long ass time.

so, with all of that said, i hope you enjoy this tiny piece of something much larger. 🤍

warnings: allusions to sex, (Chris is a bit of a ladies man) Jake being the dramatic, poetic king we know him to be, (with all the love in the world) mentions of deceased parents/grandparents/end of life, a tiny (& heartbreaking) trip down memory lane

In less than half an hour, I’ll make my descent to a place that has been yearning for me to ground my boots for the better part of my life. The place that, as the tide that separates us would surely have it, will behold the rest of my days. 

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Jake’s point of view;

The sky has been my home for more than eight hours now. The silent cathedral of the winds surrounds me. My steel wings catch the silver clouds, gliding me further from the place that bore witness to my pain. The ocean beneath me, a mystery expanding miles and endless miles, lies between my new home and the home that saw me into the man that sits patiently within this metal casing as, reaching its destiny. 

In less than half an hour, I’ll make my descent to a place that has been yearning for me to ground my boots for the better part of my life. The place that, as the tide that separates us would surely have it, will behold the rest of my days. 

And that is as it should be. 

Y/n was right – her life isn’t one that can be uprooted by the summon of the wind. How could I expect her to follow a dream that isn’t truly hers? Whether I believe it to be or not is truly of no consequence – if she doesn’t believe it, then it can’t be so. That isn’t how fate works. I can’t place the ocean between her and her pain like I can my own. She has to make that choice, and she won’t allow anyone to decide that for her. 

It pains me. It rattles every bone in my vessel to know that I have left her behind, living with a wound thats festering isn’t acknowledged by the one bearing its sting.

She can’t see it the way those around her do – those who surround her with an intent of her best interest.

That aim does not reside in the soul of my younger brother. His vow lies on the surface layer of his skin, collecting the invisible (to him) dust and dander of her pain. It doesn’t sink any further into his being – only to be cleansed from him and given right back to her with a single embrace, a kiss that beckons nothing more than the thrill of further shattering the broken shards of glass that have become my spirit. 

A moonlight kiss crushed the parts that had not yet been broken, and I still chased after her. I knew, all too well, that any effort I could make therein after would be one of wasted breath. I can’t be the light that she follows if my light isn’t the one she’s drawn to. If it’s my brother, I must let it be. 

But that’s the ache of it – I know her soul doesn’t long for him. She’s led herself to believe that it does. It’s a guard, a barrier she’s built to keep herself from the affections of the man who chose to leave her behind. 

She’s read herself that narrative enough that she believes that untruth. And there was nothing more I could do to rewrite her own marrow of the matter before I embarked on my early departure.

I knew I had to do it. And not just for my own sake — she needed me out of her orbit as much as I needed to chase the horizon, to follow the clouds to my next venture. The earlier flight was a choice made with a single breath. No second thought, no first thought. It was the only way. A band-aid that tore the skin as it was ripped off. The sting will last for a long while, and the scar will last even longer. 

I miss her.

I miss her more than any one soul could yearn for another. Hers is embedded into mine, stitched where the tattered threads of my upbringing hung loose until she found her way to me.

All the same, she’s the reason for new rips and shreds that can only be sewn back together with her hands.

But, those pieces will heal. Not now, and not anytime soon. I must give father time the reins to let the moments pass by without forcing them to pass by quicker. 

Or slower.

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The air feels different. Not in a bad way, yet not necessarily good.

It’s interesting. Air is a universal element. It flows everywhere throughout the entire planet – sustaining us, filling our lungs with life. It has no look, no smell of its own accord. It isn’t created by man, it isn’t tariffed. Yet, it changes. From one side of the globe to the other – it’s not the same air I breathed in Michigan. It’s not the same air my parents breathed when they walked the earth, nor my grandparents when their bodies were above the dirt. 

It’s certainly not the same air filling y/n’s lungs at this very moment. 

No – it’s simply different. 

The eventide moon, its silver light cast upon me while I wait for my ride outside the bustling Heathrow airport…the echoing truth lingering in my bones reminds me that y/n isn’t looking at the moon right now. It’s still daylight in Michigan — there’s no moon to cast the noir sky in a ghostly hue at this hour. 

The moon no longer looks at us with the same eyes. Only at different times will we be stationed under its gleam. And that is a truth I’ll have to let time mend. But for now, in these first quiet moments of my boots touching London ground, it cuts a clean slice through my heart. 

Different time zones. Different air. Different worlds.

Is there a world worth living in without y/n?

A question I will be forced to find the answer to. An answer I wish I’d never have to search for.

“Oi, you Jacob? Jacob, er, Kiszka?”

Hearing my name brings not only my body, but my mind back to the present time that I’ve placed myself in. Not Michigan time, London time.

And, back to the reality that it’s time for me to settle myself in my new home – a journey that will begin with the taxi driver sent by Oxford to fetch me. I’m just grateful he was warned appropriately of my earlier arrival and showed up, I assume, on somewhat short notice.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I say to him. Before I can say much else, this tall, gangly man with a black flat cap is already by my side, gathering my belongings for me. He’s handling nearly every piece of luggage I have in one go, apart from my leather duffle and guitar case that’s still next to my feet. I decide to reach for it – I can’t stand here and let him treat me like royalty. “Thank you sir, but I can certainly manage –,”

“No need,” he interrupts with a joyous disposition, looping two fingers around the handle of the one bag he doesn’t have and stealing it right from my hand with the warmest smile along his age-weathered teeth. “Ain’t no reason you should be carryin’ your own bags. Not when ol’ Georgie’s here to help ya.” 

I can tell, without a wandering doubt, that he is happy to be helping me. Georgie is seasoned, tucking all my luggage away inside the boxy black cab so quickly – I’m not sure how he’s done it. A professional, through and through.

“‘Sides, it’s bloody cold out here and I can’t let ya slow me down,” he chuckles, his thick accent far from anything I’ve ever heard from my homestead. 

And he’s absolutely correct – it is bloody cold. There’s a new kind of frigid in the air this evening. Well, new to me. 

He takes a few steps towards me once more after securing my things in the cab, glaring at my bag and case as if prepared to carry those too. He scoops the leather duffle with ease, but I stop him before he can take the guitar case. 

I won’t let him take this one – I can do something. And, beyond that, it’s hard for me to relinquish any hold on my guitar. Even the most unassuming thing, like packing it in the car – I can’t let him do that. Can’t let him touch it. It was my carry on for the flight for a reason. 

His wrinkled face scrunches into a knowing smile as I lift the handle. With that, his patent boots shuffle back to the car, tossing the duffle alongside the rest of my things.

“C’mon then, lad,” he says, standing beside the opened back door of the cab. “Let’s get you out of this nip and off to your warm flat. Got about an hour's drive but we’ll g’there in no time.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” I say, scurrying into the car, laying my guitar case flat along the floorboard. He shuts the door behind me and makes his way to the driver’s side – the opposite side of what I’m used to.

Strange. But, the pleasant kind. 

“First time to Oxford, yeah?” Georgie asks, swinging the black cab onto the main road. Driving opposite what I would consider normal certainly feels like living life backwards at the moment.

“Yeah, postgrad studies at Magdalen. Literature.” 

I have to suppress any desire to shout all the air from my lungs when Georgie takes a sharp left turn onto the next street, nearly toppling the already top-heavy cab onto two wheels. Enough to send my duffle crashing into my side. This fucker is heavy – filled with hardbacks I wouldn’t dare part with.

“Jesus,” I huff though a breathy laugh, gripping the handle above the door with a white-knuckle hold as Georgie takes another harsh turn. To the left this time. My duffle, now crashing against the other end of the backseat. 

“Aye, your dig bein’ the Ivy House’ll be perfect for ya,” Georgie beams, impressed and altogether paying no mind to his unconventional means of operating a vehicle. “Proper posh, that is. Ya came to the right place for it, lad.”

Good old Georgie, the generous and awful cab driver – he’s certainly correct. 

Under the glow of the moon and the city streetlights, the image of the town is one of pure cinematic beauty. A scene from a classic film depicting the beauty and mystique of a city steeped in centuries. Time has folded in on itself here – it’s as though the city fell asleep in 1800 and never opened its eyes to the modern world. 

I reach to pull my phone from my back pocket and snap a few photos of what my eyes are witnessing. Josh will surely appreciate this stunning scene. It may even inspire a short-film or two. Timeless beneath the fog of the night, shining beneath the moon. A place built upon conquest and virtue. I can’t begin to fathom its beauty in the daylight, and I won’t have to wonder for much longer. 

I’ve called Josh once already, letting him know I safely crossed over the Atlantic. I promised another ring the second I make it to the house, god willing Georgie doesn’t smash this thing into a building before then.

If it made any sort of sense, I’d let Georgie haul my luggage and I’d walk the rest of the journey to my new home. Allow myself to take it all in, enjoy the nighttime beauty of the cobblestone city, echoing with silent history. 

Perhaps then I’d have a better chance of making it there in one piece. I’ve heard these little tires screeching against the pavement more times than I can count. My body has slammed against the door enough that my shoulder bone will surely have a lovely purple spot by sunrise. 

Georgie, seemingly unaware (or unphased) by his reckless ways, pulls a Marlboro from his breast pocket and lights it effortlessly with a single hand.

“You’ll be knee deep in books and dead poets,” he wheezes through a puff of smoke that fills the car, a sweet and bitter scent that I’ve found myself craving since I boarded my flight all those hours ago. “But you’ll love it.”

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I’ve knocked on the door, twice now. But, it’s a futile endeavor. 

I’ve an overbearing fear that whomever my flatmate is, isn’t here. Or, perhaps he’s asleep. 

No matter the details, I’m stuck outside of the Ivy House, freezing my ass off all the while. In the wake of a brutal day of travel, all I long for at this moment is a bed to rest my physical and mental state of utter exhaustion. I realize it’ll take me days, perhaps weeks to settle myself here. But that isn’t a matter I am concerned with at the present moment. I just want to lay my head down on a pillow, rest. 

Another knock leaves me fruitless, standing out here like an utter buffoon with the essence of my livelihood – what I deemed significant enough to bring with me – circled around my boots. The handle of my guitar case, of course, is bound fast within my fingers. Worn as the case is, I’d hate for it to sit on the cold concrete any longer than it has to. 

This man, my lovely flatmate Chris, has already caused me grievance after fucking grievance. And I’ve not even had the pleasure of meeting the bastard yet. I’ve not been given a phone number, a fucking Instagram handle, for godsakes. All I know is he knew to expect me tonight. He was prepared, just the same as Georgie.

He and his house issues (that have yet to be fully disclosed to me) are the reasons I’m here weeks earlier than previously planned. A discrepancy beyond our hands was the only justification I was offered when I was made aware of the need for me to come early, if  I wanted to keep my housing. 

I very much do want to keep this housing. The Ivy House is one of the most sought after homes on Oxford property, so  I was told. And, that’s just it – it’s a home. Not a dorm, not an apartment. A two bedroom, two bathroom house with every amenity one could ever need for. All in one glorious, old Victorian home. It’s dark, yet the warm glow from the outside lights illuminates the place just enough.

Tucked away beside a quiet cobblestone street, it’s no more than a few minutes’ walk from Magdalen college. Deep red brick, tendrils of decayed ivy, dead from the winters’ cold, clinging to the window frames. The front door is painted a forest green, with a few chips of color missing along the frame. Beautifully exquisite and charming. A home depicted in centuries old tales. 

Every home on this block, the very same time-worn, elegant style. The light of day will surely display its beauty all the more.

So, here the hell I am. Weeks early, all for the purpose of being able to keep my place here. (Though, I can’t truly complain. Not about being in London, at least. Getting away sooner rather than later was a favor of divinity.)

If I could just get through the goddam door, I’d certainly feel a lot more at peace. Jesus.

I pound my fist against the hard oak again, and this time, I will not stop until someone comes to my call. “Chris?” I shout, keeping my voice to as dull a roar as possible. I’d prefer not to disturb anyone else on the east end of St. Clements street. “It’s Jake, Chris. Your new roommate from –,” 

The creaking hinges squeal as the old door swings open, so abruptly that the motion creates enough wind to blow my hair from my shoulders.  

Fucking finally.

“Jacob!” beams the man who tossed open the door. He stands a few inches taller than I do, no more than two or three at the most. A moustache above his thin lips, a patchy goatee on his chin. Shoulder-length hair of the same color that lays a tangled mess on top of his head. So messy, almost as if he…

A woman suddenly comes barreling out of the front door, giggling after planting a kiss to his cheek and shoving her way past me. “Talk to ya later, Chris!” she yells, bolting her way down across the street and walking inside the house directly adjacent from ours. Her own place, surely.

My lips are left agape at the suddenness of it all. Baffled doesn’t quite state it. My hand still rests on the doorframe, fingers curled tight as I try to steady the sudden spinning in my head. My first introduction to my new flatmate – flatmate, not roommate, as I keep reminding myself – comes wrapped in the scent of sweat and sex, a whirlwind that leaves me…well, speechless. No words. None at all.

“Sorry ‘bout that, mate,” Chris chuckles, smoothing the frayed strands of hair that I’m just noticing are sticking to the layer of sweat against his skin. “Had to, uh, take care of some business.” 

I match his smile with a quiet one of my own, though I know the truth of it – it’s fake. After traveling, all fucking day, he couldn’t eve offer me the courtesy of letting me inside when I got here? He allowed me to stand out here for more than twenty minutes, so he could get a quick fuck in? 

If I wasn’t so goddamn tired, I’d rip right the fuck into him for that. But I haven’t the proper amount of energy to allow for that at the moment. He’ll hear from me later. Right now, I just want to fucking sleep. 

“Come on in, mate,” he says, lazy smile still glued to his blushed face. “Welcome to the ol’ dig.” 

Another fake smile graces me as I reach for my things, only able to carry one more bag alongside my guitar in my left hand. How Georgie managed all of my things in one go (sans guitar, of course) will forever remain a mystery to me. 

Chris leans forward, brow lifting in amusement. “Ah, let me help with tha – aye! You a shredder?” 

“A what?” I ask, purely lost on his words. Stuck in the haze of a single thought – getting to my room. 

He echos his question once more, but this time with a bit of a twinkle in his eye. It’s only when I take a few more steps into the living room that it dawns on me. 

In the far corner of the space rests three guitars on individual stands. A blue Fender Strat, a Gibson Les Paul standard, and…a fucking 1930 National? Holy fuck. Only those most dedicated to the craft own a resonator such as that. A catalyst of the blues, a relic of the Delta – of sweat and dust and songs born from pure heartache. A staple in any place that houses a player who lives in the sweet spot between soul and sorrow.

My tense shoulders drop, breath stuck in my dry throat as I take it all in. The battered wooden floors, the faint scent of last night’s beer lingering in the stale air, the unmistakable aura of a house that lives and breathes music. Amps ad wah pedals, wooden crates of records, stacked nearly to the ceiling on the opposite corner from where I’m standing. And him, standing there with that crooked grin and a wrinkled Muddy Waters shirt, (how did I not notice that?) suddenly no longer the brash asshole who left me in the street. 

“Jesus, man,” I utter as I take a closer look, suddenly becoming all too aware of the wrinkled Muddy Waters shirt he’s wearing. He’s a guitarist. “This is astounding.”

“Ya like her?” he laughs, moving closer and nudging the point of his elbow into my side. “She’s been by my side for a decade now. Can’t imagine playin’ without her. What about you, mate? What’s the ol’ girl you bring along, then?”

“Yeah, uh – it’s a Gibson, Gibson SG.”

“Ah, going straight for the throat with that one!” His grin grows even wider, his hand coming down heavy on my shoulder, squeezing tight as if he’s known me for years, not mere minutes. “A man after my own heart, you are!”

He breaths a low chuckle, offering a sly pat to my back. Taking the empty case leaned up against the wall, he opens it and places the 1930 inside.

Then, he takes it and walks past my things, still scattered about the floor, stepping into his own brown suedes sitting by the cracked open front door. 

“Aye, Jake — I know it’s a bit sudden, having just met you and all,” he says, glancing over his shoulder with a soft grin. “But, I’m playing at a pub down the road tonight, Sandy’s Piano Bar. I know I’ve not heard ya play yet but, I reckon the blues are callin’ us, yeah? Care to steal a jam with me?”

The question hits me straight in the chest, sending a jolt through the marrow of my bones. My fingers’ grip on the guitar case tightens, the worn leather somehow anchoring me in this new world I’ve found myself in. 

My instinct, the first word that tickles the tip of my tongue — no. 

It’s too soon. Too sudden. Unexpected in every sense of the word. I’ve not found my footing yet. Hell, I’ve not even seen my goddamn room yet. 

I’ve not played for anyone since…well, since her. Since Lenny. The mere idea of it — stepping right back into this piece of myself, barring something that I’ve kept safely behind lock and key — it terrifies me. 

But, Christ. I can almost hear the whisperings of old songs my dad used to play, the ones he used to teach me the ways of this very instrument. The tunes my grandparents would request, ghosts of chords I’ve haven’t dared to touch in too long. 

The song I played for my grandpa as he slipped away from this world — Cross Road Blues. Dads J-45 acoustic carried me through Robert Johnson’s old tune. That very guitar, still at home in Michigan, the only thing left in my almost empty closet.

To this day, no living soul knows that was the song I played for him — the song title he uttered with one of his final, fragile breaths.

Fuck. My stomach is twisting in tight knots. All of the things I thought I was leaving in Michigan…I wasn’t prepared to be confronted with them on my first night away. 

Then, as if quieted by a presence much stronger than my own, the blaring, doubtful noise begins to silence itself. And in its place, the voice of my father. 

My timid, Jell-o legs carried me across the wooden stage. A crowd of forty or fifty people — it might as well have been a thousand in my ten year old mind. “I’m proud to introduce my boy Jake this evening,” dad announced to a roaring applause, the brightest smile donned his lips as he reached his arm out for me, wrapping me in the kind of hug only he could offer. “He’s a natural, folks. I can’t wait for you to hear him.”

That moment is sealed forever in my memory — my first time playing in front of people who weren’t my family. Not being taught by my dad, playing alongside him. He raved over how proud he was of me, that he knew I was born to play music. But, what he didn’t know — what I wish I’d had the chance to tell him — I was proud to be playing with him. So, so proud.

Every nerve built up within me vanished the instant my dad and I, together as one, strummed the first chords of Petty’s Learning to Fly.

I’d never understood what being a natural meant until that moment. But when my heart flooded through my fingertips, playing a tune my dad and I cherished together, it all made sense.

I’ll never forget what he told me when he handed me the SG. “Don’t ever put this thing down, son. Keep it with you — let its strings play the melodies of your heart.” 

I let him down. I did exactly what he told me not to do. 

I put it down for a little while after he died, but I put it down almost indefinitely after grandpa died. I let it sit, collecting the dust of wasted time. Until…

Until her. She brought me back. She killed the stagnant version of myself I’d become after so much loss. She is responsible for the death of me — the death of the man who‘s harbored so much despair in his heart. That isn’t the man my parents or my grandparents raised. 

And I don’t have her anymore. I’ve lost her, too. Jesus...sometimes, it feels like I've lost everything.

But, there is something I still have — my guitar.

Chris is right — the blues are calling. Maybe, just maybe, I’m ready to let them in again. 

Without her...

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a/n: sound off, babes! what do we think will happen next? 🤔 this certainly won't be easy for jake but...i think - if he decides to play - it could be a huge healing moment for him. so excited to share the rest with you.

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Skin on Skin

click to be added to my taglist || crossposted to ao3

Pairing: Male reader x Jake Kiszka

Word Count: 4.2k

Tags: car sex, blowjobs, risk of getting caught, teasing, top!Jake, sweet boyfriend Jake at the end

Summary: You and Jake attend a party, but not before agreeing to play a game of cat and mouse — seeing who gives in to the other’s temptation first.

A/N: this is for the anon that asked for a m/m jake fic! i hope this is on par with what you had in mind because i had a lot of fun writing this one ♡

The evening air had the sweet scent of blooming magnolias as you stepped out of your car and onto the sidewalk leading to the party. Your heart thumped with excitement, not just for the night of fun ahead, but for the secret game you had planned with Jake. He had arrived moments before you, his eyes lighting up when he saw you in the crowd, dressed in your favorite black T-shirt that hugged your biceps just right and a pair of jeans that made him bite his lip every time he saw you in them.

The party buzzed with laughter and the thump of music. You grabbed a drink and weaved through the bodies, your gaze locking with Jake's across the room. He was leaning against the wall, sipping from a red solo cup, his eyes dancing with mischief. You felt a warm jolt of desire as you approached, and he didn't miss your smoldering look.

You slid up to him, the bass vibrating in your chest as you whispered, "Ready to start the game?" His smile grew wider, and he nodded, setting his cup down on a nearby table.

The first few minutes were innocent enough—flirty glances and the occasional brush of hands as you mingled with friends. But soon, the heat grew palpable. You found yourself in the crowded kitchen, Jake's hand grazing your lower back as he passed you a plate of nachos. The simple touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew the game of cat and mouse had officially begun.

In the dimly lit hallway, you leaned against the wall, feigned drunkenness to lure Jake closer. His eyes darkened with understanding, and he leaned in, whispering, "You're playing dirty."

Before you could respond, his lips found yours in a passionate kiss that left you both panting. The music from the living room seemed to fade as you lost yourself in the taste of him, his tongue dancing with yours.

“I’m only getting started,” you murmured, your hands sliding to his hips to pull him even closer. Your bodies melded together, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both. The hallway was a blur of shadows and light, and all you could focus on was the feeling of Jake’s hands in your hair and the way his breath hitched every time you deepened the kiss.

Breaking away with a smug grin, you stepped back, leaving him breathless and craving more. The music swelled around you as you disappeared into the crowd, leaving him to watch your retreating figure. His eyes followed you like a hawk, filled with a mix of longing and playful annoyance. You felt his gaze like a warm embrace, and you knew that you had him exactly where you wanted him.

You danced with friends, occasionally making eye contact with Jake across the room. Each time, you'd bite your lip or run your hand through your hair in a way that was just subtle enough to be mistaken for natural but calculated to keep him on edge. You felt a thrill at the thought of how much he wanted you, how much you were turning him on without even being near him.

The party grew wilder, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. You found a quiet spot in the corner, watching as Jake played pool with a group of friends. His shirt clung to his body with every movement, revealing the taut muscles of his back and the way his jeans hugged his ass. You licked your lips, unable to resist the urge to touch him.

You approached, your steps slow and deliberate, the music pulsing in sync with your racing heart. He leaned over the table, lining up a shot, and you took the opportunity to press against him from behind. His body stiffened, and he missed, the cue ball rolling into a pocket with a clatter.

"You're distracting me," he accused, turning to face you with a playful scowl. But the hunger in his eyes gave him away.

"I'm just watching the game," you replied innocently, taking a sip from your drink. The heat between you was palpable, the tension a living entity that seemed to thicken the air. You knew you had to keep pushing the boundaries if you wanted to drive him wild.

With a wink, you sauntered away, the beat of the music guiding your hips. You felt his gaze like a physical touch as you made your way to the bathroom, the anticipation building with each step. Inside, the harsh lights and the smell of your own alcohol-laden breath was a stark contrast to the dark, needy looks you'd been sharing. You leaned against the sink, catching your breath, and felt your pulse quicken as the door creaked open behind you.

Jake stepped in, his eyes dark with want. "You're playing a dangerous game," he murmured, shutting the door and pressing you against the cold porcelain. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you into him, and you could feel his hardness through your clothes.

You smirked up at him. "Is that a complaint?"

Jake's eyes searched yours, the intensity in them leaving no room for doubt. "Not even close," he replied, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. He bent down and kissed you again, harder this time, as if he couldn't get enough. Your hands roamed over his body, exploring the contours of his chest and abs, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and stepped back, his hands lingering on your hips. You stared at him in surprise, your chest heaving. He smirked, his thumbs tracing little circles on your skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "But I think it's time to turn up the heat," he murmured, his eyes glinting with challenge.

Without warning, Jake's hand dipped below your waistband, giving your erection a firm, teasing squeeze. You gasped into his mouth, your body reacting instinctively. He jerked you a few times, just enough to make you squirm with need, before pulling away again. The sudden emptiness was almost painful, your body begging for more of his touch.

"Jake," you whimpered, reaching out for him, but he was already slipping from the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind him with a snicker. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and annoyance. You adjusted yourself and took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before returning to the party.

The game of teasing continued for what felt like an eternity. You'd catch Jake in the hall, and he'd whisper something so filthy in your ear that your knees would almost buckle, only to disappear into the sea of partygoers before you could respond. You found yourself seeking him out, craving the next touch, the next kiss, the next promise of more.

The tension between you was so thick, it could have been cut with a knife. As the night grew later, the party started to wind down, and the crowd began to thin. You and Jake found yourselves alone in the backyard, the cool grass tickling your feet as you sat on the edge of the porch, your legs entwined.

You leaned in, your eyes locked with his, and whispered, "I think it's time to take this game up a notch." Without waiting for a response, you dropped to your knees on the grass before him, your eyes never leaving his. The moon cast a soft glow over the yard, illuminating the hunger in his gaze as he watched you.

Jake's breath hitched as you reached for his belt buckle. "You're crazy," he murmured, but his voice was strained with arousal, not rejection. You smirked and tugged at his zipper, revealing the outline of his hard cock pressing against his boxers. "Someone might see," he protested weakly, but his hands didn't move to stop you.

You looked up at him, a challenge in your eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" You knew he didn't. The way his eyes had widened and his pupils dilated told you all you needed to know. Slowly, you slid his pants and underwear down, freeing him from their confines. He was rock hard, the tip of his cock glistening in the moonlight.

"Fuck no," he hissed, his hands gripping the edge of the porch. You leaned in, your hot breath tickling his skin, and took him in your mouth. Jake's hips jerked, and he let out a low groan that sent shockwaves through your body. You felt his muscles tense as you began to suck, the taste of him intoxicating and making you even more eager to claim him.

You could feel his cock pulse in your mouth, the veins standing out as you worked him over. Your hand found his balls, gently cupping and massaging as you deep-throated him, pushing yourself to take more and more of his length. Jake's breath grew ragged, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to maintain control. But you could tell he was close, the way his abs tightened and his hands clenched.

The sound of distant laughter from the house reminded you of where you were, but the thrill of possibly being caught only served to heighten your arousal. You pulled back, letting his cock slip from your mouth with a wet pop, and licked the precum from your lips. Jake looked down at you, his eyes glazed with lust.

"I need you," you whispered, standing up and taking his hand. "Let's go somewhere we can really play."

Jake nodded, his eyes never leaving yours, and together you made your way through the house, the music fading as you reached the front door. You stepped out into the cool night, the sound of your heartbeats echoing in the quiet street. Your car was parked just up the road, and you could feel the anticipation building with every step you took away from the party.

Without a word, you didn't even bother getting into the front seat, just heading straight for the backseat. Jake followed, his eyes never leaving yours as he climbed in after you. The interior was cramped but perfect for what you had in mind. You didn't bother with the door, leaving it open to the night air as you leaned back, pulling him on top of you.

The weight of his body was heavenly, and you could feel the heat from his skin through the thin fabric of your clothes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss, your tongues tangling as you both fought for dominance. The taste of tequila lingered on his breath, mixing with the sweetness of the nachos you'd shared earlier, creating a heady cocktail that only served to make you want him more.

Jake's hands roamed over your body, unbuttoning your shirt with deft fingers, his calloused thumbs grazing your sensitive nipples. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back to give him better access. The sound seemed to spur him on, his kisses growing more urgent as he pushed the fabric aside, exposing your chest to the cool night air. His teeth grazed your neck, sending sparks of pleasure down to your toes, and you could feel his cock pressing against your thigh, begging for release.

Your own hands were equally busy, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. The moment you felt the warmth of his skin, you couldn't resist wrapping your hand around him, feeling the velvety steel of his cock in your palm. Jake's hips bucked, and he broke the kiss to gasp, "Fuck, that feels good."

The car was filled with the sound of fabric sliding against skin and the rustle of clothes being pushed aside. The scent of arousal grew stronger, mixing with the faint smell of gasoline and the crisp night air that filtered in through the open door. You managed to get Jake's pants down enough to expose his cock, and you stroked him with firm, sure movements, your thumb circling his swollen head.

He moaned, his hips rocking into your hand. "I need to be inside you," he whispered, his voice ragged with need. You nodded, reaching for the button of your own jeans, but his hand stopped you. "No," he murmured, "let me."

With surprising gentleness, Jake tugged at your pants, sliding them down over your hips. The coolness of the leather seat sent a shiver down your spine as he positioned himself between your legs. He took his time, kissing and nipping along your jawline, down your neck, and across your chest. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, and your cock grew harder with every touch.

When he reached your navel, you couldn't help but buck your hips upward, desperate for his mouth on you. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill through you, before finally giving in to your silent plea. He took the head of your cock in his mouth, sucking gently. The sensation was exquisite, and you had to bite back a moan. His tongue swirled around the tip before he took you deeper, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make you gasp.

The car rocked slightly as he worked you, his hand joining his mouth to pump you in a delicious rhythm that had you seeing stars. You could feel the tension building in your balls, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. But you wanted this to be more than just a quick fuck in the backseat. You wanted to make it count.

With a low groan, you pushed his head away, panting heavily. "Jake," you managed, "I want you."

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and raw desire. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.

"I need you to fuck me," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "Now."

Jake's eyes blazed with passion, and he nodded, reaching for the condom you had tucked in your pocket. The sound of the wrapper tearing open was like a gunshot in the quiet night, and your heart raced as he rolled it on. You leaned back against the seat, your legs spread wide, offering yourself to him. He positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, and you felt a thrill of excitement run through your body.

He didn't rush in, instead choosing to tease you, his cock sliding back and forth over your hole, each pass making you squirm with need, your body begging for the fullness you craved. Jake's eyes never left yours, watching as your pupils dilated and your breath grew ragged. The anticipation was almost unbearable, your entire being focused on the feeling of him so close, so perfect, yet just out of reach.

With a smirk, he suddenly dipped his tip inside, just enough to make you gasp. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through your body, making you arch up to meet him. He retreated, and you felt the loss keenly, a whine escaping your throat. "Please," you whispered, desperation filling your voice. He chuckled, the sound dark and sexy, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to tease you, sliding in just enough to make you crazy before retreating once again.

Your hands gripped the seat, knuckles white with the effort of not forcing him to go faster. The teasing was delicious torture, and you could feel your body tightening with each shallow thrust. "Jake," you panted. "Please, just fuck me."

With a smirk, he leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I love it when you beg." Then, with a swift motion, he pushed in, filling you completely. You cried out, the sensation of being so full, so stretched, overwhelming. His cock slid in smoothly, coated in the lube on the condom, and you felt yourself clench around him, trying to keep him in.

He didn't give you time to adjust, instead starting to move immediately. His hips rocked into yours, setting a steady rhythm that had you seeing stars. You could feel every inch of him, the way he hit just the right spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The car's upholstery creaked beneath you, the only sound in the stillness of the night other than your ragged breaths and the wet, intimate noises of sex.

Jake leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was as fierce as the passion driving him. His tongue danced with yours as his hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you like he'd never get enough. You could feel his heart racing, his chest pressed against yours, his breath hot on your skin. His grip tightened, his strokes grew deeper, and you knew you were close.

He broke the kiss, his eyes blazing with desire as he whispered, "You're so tight.. so perfect." His words only served to make you want him even more, and you begged him to go deeper, faster. But Jake was in no rush, his movements deliberate and measured, drawing out the pleasure until you thought you'd lose your mind.

With each slow, deep thrust, he pushed a little further, his cock stretching you open, filling you so completely that you couldn't help but moan. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he hit your prostate, sending jolts of pleasure that made your toes curl.

"Jake, oh god," you panted, your nails digging into the seat. He took your reaction as encouragement, increasing his pace slightly. The sensation was incredible, his cock sliding in and out with ease, his movements so precise, it was like he'd memorized the map of your body.

But he wasn't done teasing you. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving you feeling empty and needy, only to slam back in, hitting you just right. You cried out, your body bowing off the seat as the pleasure washed over you. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You like it when I tease you; make you beg for it."

He did it again, and again, each retreat leaving you gasping for more. The head of his cock danced around your opening before plunging deep, filling you so completely that you could feel your heart pound in sync with his thrusts. The teasing was a sweet agony, a delicious game of give and take that had you writhing beneath him, your body on fire.

The car was a cocoon of passion, the only light the glow of the dashboard casting a soft blue light on Jake's sweat-slicked skin. His muscles flexed with every movement, and you could feel the power in his body as he claimed you, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze was almost too much, a silent declaration of love and desire that had your chest tightening.

You reached up to grab his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel his skin against yours. The friction was heavenly, your bodies moving in perfect sync. You could feel your climax building, the tension in your balls growing with each stroke. Jake's hips moved faster now, his breaths coming in harsh pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm gonna cum," you warned, your voice strained. Jake's response was a feral growl, his hips slamming into you, pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel his muscles tensing, his own orgasm building. The pressure was unbearable, the pleasure so intense you weren't sure if you could handle it.

"Cum for me, baby," Jake ordered, his voice a command that sent a bolt of lightning through your body. Your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm hit, your body spasming around his cock, the pleasure so intense you thought you might break apart. You cried out, your voice hoarse and needy, your body releasing in a flood of heat and ecstasy.

Jake didn't stop, his strokes unyielding, pushing you through the waves of your climax until you were weak and panting. Only then did he let go of his own control, his body tensing as he reached his peak. His cock throbbed inside you, his warmth spilling into the condom as he came with a guttural moan. You felt him pulse, the sensation sending aftershocks through your body.

For a moment, you both stayed like that, locked together, breathing heavily. The night air was cool against your damp skin, the sound of your mingled breaths filling the small space. Jake leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closing briefly. No words needed to be spoken; the connection between you was palpable, the bond stronger than ever after that intense encounter.

With a gentle smile, he whispered, "I love you." The words hung in the air, a declaration that resonated deep within your soul. You felt the warmth of his love wrapping around you like a blanket, soothing the ache in your chest that had been growing with every touch, every kiss, every shared moment of the evening.

You leaned up, capturing his lips in a kiss that was sweet and tender, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy that had just occurred. "I love you too," you murmured against his mouth, your voice a soft sigh of contentment. You felt his cock soften inside you, but the connection didn't wane. If anything, it grew stronger, more profound.

Slowly, Jake pulled out, and you both took a moment to catch your breath. The emptiness was surprisingly poignant, but the closeness remained. He leaned back, his hand caressing your cheek, his thumb brushing away a bead of sweat. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. You couldn't help but blush, your heart swelling with love.

The world outside the car was a blur of darkness, the party a distant memory. It was just the two of you, lost in the haze of passion and love. You kissed him again, soft and lingering, tasting the salt of his skin. His hands remained on your body, tracing patterns that made you shiver.

You both sat up, pants hastily pulled back into place, and shared a quiet laugh at the sticky mess that remained on your skin. Jake leaned over, pecking you on the forehead before reaching for a napkin from the center console. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice tender.

You watched as he gently wiped away the remnants of your passion, the simple act making your heart flutter. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on either of you, as you sat in the backseat of your car, the party just a few houses down the street, forgotten. The outside world felt a million miles away as you basked in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

"We should get going," you murmured, not wanting to break the spell but knowing you couldn't stay here forever. Jake nodded, his eyes still filled with love as he helped you straighten your clothes. The quiet between you was comfortable, a silent understanding that you'd both found exactly what you needed in that stolen moment.

You slid out of the car, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered on your skin. You leaned against the car door, watching as Jake disposed of the condom and zipped up his pants. His movements were languid, and you couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight painted his body.

"Ready to go home?" he asked, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Home. The word sent a thrill through you, knowing what awaited you there. More of this, more of him. "More than ready," you murmured, your voice still a little shaky from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Jake chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He opened the door for you, his chivalry a stark contrast to the raw need that had just consumed you both. As you slid into the passenger seat, you felt the leather stick slightly to your damp skin. The scent of sex lingered in the air, a heady reminder of what had just transpired.

As he started the engine, the radio came to life, playing a slow, sultry tune that seemed to echo the rhythm of your racing hearts. You leaned your head against the headrest, watching as he shifted gears, the muscles in his forearm flexing with the movement. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, making it hard to believe you had just come so intensely.

Jake's eyes never left the road, but his hand found yours, entwining your fingers. The warmth of his touch was grounding, a gentle reminder that despite the passionate encounter, he was still there, still with you. The car's headlights cut through the darkness, the road stretching out before you like a silent invitation for more adventures.

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don't ask me how long i've been looking at this.

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I love Josh that is all

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Sam finds love in the oddest places. But when the unexpected loss of his best friend leads him to Oak Hill cemetery he never thought he’d run across her…

Coming Soon September 2025

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see ya tomorrow w a silly (smutty) lil one shot that was inspired by the travesty (gift) that was Gibson Garage!Jake <3

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Fuck you, Jake. 🫵😎 X

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His laugh and glances💔💔

🎥: me!

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i may have a little (4k word,lol) le morte d'arthur ch. 8 teaser ready to post today. we'll meet someone very special in this snippet. (i'm so damn excited for this.)

see you sooooon. 🤍

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oh hello x

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I'm just going to leave these here

LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH!!

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For Death Or Glory : Chapter Eleven

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: MORE FLUFF, a bit of anxiety (good & bad) , intrusive thoughts, a little flirting, and Jacob is smooth as HELL this chapter folks. (I simply don't have a lot of warnings for you this week but we are RAPIDLY approaching the chapters that will have warnings do not fret, my loves!)

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Charlotte battles her silly little brain about what happened, deciding to confide in one of our favorite people. They help her rationalize a little and boy does that pan out nicely for Miss Charlotte.

Author's Note: I love them, I love them, I love them. I was kicking my feet and blushing while writing this chapter, honestly! They are so so cute together and we are getting into the fun part of the story and I'm excited for you guys to enjoy it with me 🤭💕

You're Not Special, Babe - Orla Gartland "Some people don't stick around, But, don't let yourself down. Find the ones that get you, Stick to them like hot glue."

Bzzt.

Bzzt.

Bzzt.

I can hear my phone vibrating in the other room as I make my coffee. Who would be texting me this early? Well, other than Jacob, he seemingly just never sleeps. I grab the mug carefully, taking little sips as I head back to my couch to continue getting some work done. 

Quinn: Gooooooooodmorning Charmander! 

Quinn: Is there something I should know? 

Quinn: I just got to the boy’s apartment to surprise Josh and Jake is smiling like the Cheshire Cat at his coffee 😌

I feel my smile start to sneak out; that’s so cute. My thumbs hesitate to tell them everything. I mean, if you don’t tell them, I’m sure Josh will.  

Charlotte: lol um well 🫣

Quinn: hang on 

Before I have time even to think, my phone is ringing. 

“Hi there,” I answer, chuckling at how fast they managed to call. 

“WHAT HAPPENED?” they whisper yell into the phone. “I just ran out of the apartment for this; you better spill.” 

The thought of them running right past Jacob to call me makes it even funnier.

“Okay, fine,” I start. “I may have kissed him.” My hand flies up to cover my mouth because I didn’t hear it until just now. 

“OH MY GOD,” they practically yelp into the phone, “AHHHHH.” 

My face is absolutely beat red by this point, and I manage to squeak out a little, “I know.” 

“How was it? What happened? I need to know EVERYTHING.” 

My mind races back to the moment I decided to go for it. His sweet face only lit up from the street lamps, the way his thumb was rubbing the back of my hand, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how soft his lips looked. Remembering my promise to Cass that I would give it a shot if I found a long-haired, soft, nerdy boy. I couldn’t restrain myself anymore when I leaned in, just kissing the corner of his mouth, hoping it would be enough for him to know that I also wanted it. I had caught him looking at my mouth enough the last couple of hours; I knew he had been thinking about it. 

The look on his face when I pulled back, his eyes darting back and forth between mine, and I swear he could hear my thoughts screaming, “Please kiss me, for the love of god.” His soft voice asked if it was okay before he finally went for it. I’d never felt such a relief. The second his lips pressed into mine, it was like nothing mattered. Breathing him in, the feeling of his hands holding my jaw, his fucking smile when we couldn’t figure out how to stop. His kiss was better than anything I could have imagined.  I don’t know what happened in that moment, honestly. I felt like I could have kissed him for hours, but it wouldn’t have been enough. He held onto me like I was made of porcelain, so gentle but like he couldn’t let go, or I’d break. It’s hard to believe that he hasn’t spent much time in relationships or with someone in general with the way he knows what he’s doing. 

If it wasn’t the way his lips were moving, it was the placement of his hands—the subtle, soothing feeling of his thumbs rubbing my cheekbones. His voice really was lethal at the moment. All he said was, “So.. uh,” and I already felt myself melting back into him; I couldn’t resist the smile when I went back for more. 

The butterflies in my stomach when he needed one more kiss before I could leave. There’s something about him that makes my head spin when I’m around him, and I wish I could figure it out. 

“Why do I want to cry?” Quinn finally says, after my long-winded explanation of the night before. 

“It was really so cute,” I join in. 

“How do you feel about it?” 

Scared. Not good. Unwell. BAD. 

I hesitate, “I uh-” I don’t know what to say about it.  

“Charlotte, it’s okay if you enjoyed it.”

I can’t find words to say, so I just wait for them to continue. 

“I just mean- don’t overthink it! Which I feel like you’re doing with how quiet you are.” 

I finally spit out, “What if it was just like .. heat of the moment? I don’t know.”

They laugh quietly, “I don't think Jake would still be giggling like a little girl if it was just a momentary thing.”

“It was a good kiss..” I admit, but my face still feels hot. 

“I bet it was! I’ve always wondered if he kisses the same way as Josh because they’re–” 

“QUINN!”

“IT’S JUST THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, LOTTIE,”

I feel my phone vibrate against me; a notification drops down: another email from my boss. I don’t want to open that. Hopefully, for your sake, he’s not mad.  I have no self-control when it comes to working, though, so I put Quinn on speaker so I can read the email quickly. 

‘Charlotte, How are things going? I know we discussed you working remotely temporarily, but I’m just following up on how long you think you’ll need to be out of the office. This really isn’t something we’re supposed to be doing, but you’ve been keeping up with your work, so I’m not going to say anything. Please let me know what your timeline is looking like so we can discuss how to continue further.

Breathing out a sigh quietly, I’ll deal with that later. I’m still battling the urge to tell him that I’m grieving and that he’s being insensitive to that. Especially given that I’ve never needed more than a day or two off of work for any other reason. 

They pull me back to reality and say, “Maybe you just need to see how you feel the next time you see him.”

“Maybe,” I breathe out. It’s just a job, it’s just a job, it’s just a job. 

“You can debunk the fluke concept you have floating around in that pretty head of yours. Because for as much as I know Jake, he wouldn’t do anything unless there was some emotion behind it. He’s not a one-night stand type of boy, I can tell you that.”

My heart beats harder in my chest, listening to them talk about him, “I’m inclined to believe you. He doesn’t strike me as one.”

“No, he’s the definition of a hopeless romantic if I’ve ever met one.”

I don’t know if that helps, but it definitely makes me want to see him tonight. 

My brain moves faster than my mouth can, “Do you know if Mel is working tonight?” 

“I can ask, hold on.” 

I listen to the sounds of them making their way back into the apartment, the door shutting, before listening to their conversation.

‘Hey, Jack Sparrow, is Mel working tonight?’

‘Uhh, yes, I think Josh is training her for a bit. She won’t be in long, though.’

‘Oooo okay..’ 

‘Why?’

‘Willa and I are getting together, and we were gonna see if she wanted to join us, and you’re a psycho who’s already awake, so saving myself the hassle, okaaaaay thank you.’

The door creaks again as they whisper, “Okay, did you hear that or-”

“I did,” I laugh quietly. 

“So, are you going to test some theories tonight?” they ask, and I can see the smile on their face. 

“I think I just might.” ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The drive to the bar is torture. My mind raced the entire way there. 

Well, maybe I should just see what happens. I’m going to be around him tonight, so maybe he’ll try to make another move or something. 

 I still don’t understand why we’re doing this. 

Because Cassie would want me to just not listen to you in this scenario. 

Okay, but if you’re hesitant, maybe just.. Don’t. 

I have always been hesitant, and this is the only way I’m going to get over it. 

Shouldn’t your job be more important than him? 

My heart aches at the thought. The flash of Cass’s face in my mind, ‘it’s just a job, babe.’ I tried to fight it then, and my brain is trying to fight it now. 

Maybe she is right; it’s just a job. I need to live.

It’s a good job that you worked incredibly hard for, though. 

I shake my head, trying to stop the negative thoughts from winning; I reach over and turn my music up louder to drown them out. 

Walking into the bar, my stress is high, and there is no way someone won’t pick up on it. I wave at Josh and Melody as I walk through the bar. Both of them are focused on whoever they’re talking to, but they shoot me a smile as I come in. I point to Jacob’s office a few times, and Josh nods quickly. 

My shoulders feel like they’re at least up to my ears; as I get to his office, the door is open as usual. Leaning into the doorframe, I quietly knock.

“Hey you, can I leave my-“ I start, but I’m taken aback when he turns around from his desk. It felt like time had slowed down as his long hair flowed in the self-created wind from turning around. His brown eyes instantly met mine, lighting up like a little kid on Christmas. His smile grew in a second from his natural state to a big, toothy grin.  He immediately became attentive when he heard my voice, which was wild to witness. My shoulders slowly drop from their heightened state, and my chest feels lighter, like all the tension melted away. “Uh- my bag in here?” I ask.

“Hi,” he finally says. “Of course you can.” Holding his hand out, I slide my bag off and take the little notebook out before handing it to him. 

“I know Mel’s not here for too much longer tonight, but I figured we could get through some while we had the chance,” I tell him. I don’t know why I’m explaining myself so thoroughly; he knows it’s the only reason I'm here. 

“Sounds wonderful,” he says. “Just let me know if you need me.” The softness of his voice makes me feel warm like being wrapped in a hug. I take a second to look at him before turning out of his office. I think I want to kiss him again. Oh no.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

It’s another night of watching Mel do a great job, knowing I don’t need to be here. I explain little things to her in between watching her mix drinks. Jacob really is lucky to have her here; she’s a natural at this. 

“I know you haven’t been here long,” Mel says, “but I need to leave in like ten minutes if that’s okay?” 

“Oh, that’s completely fine. I had nothing going on, so I figured we’d get more taken care of while I had the time,” I told her as if I would be doing anything else besides answering emails.  She wanders off to clean and take a few more orders before needing to leave. 

Jacob, finally emerging from his office, carefully walks behind Josh while saying ‘hello’ to some of the regulars who sat at the bar. He’s just in a regular t-shirt today, and something about being able to see his bare arms folded across him as he talks to them has me in a chokehold. The flex of his forearms made my mouth run dry. 

“How are we doing, Red?” He asks as he sauntered over to me. 

“I can’t complain,” I say, unable to hold back a smile as he looks at me. The moment of him smiling after kissing me plays in my head as he stands there. “How are you?” 

He pauses, looking at my lips not so subtly, before saying, “Never been better.” He turns to Melody, leaning close to her ear as she pours a beer, and she just nods in response. 

“Are you gonna hang out for a little bit?” He asks, glancing over at me as he pours a beer for someone. 

“I can,” I say, leaning forward and resting into my hand. “If you want me to,” 

The cute little smirk on his face was really enough of an answer, but still, he says, “I think you should.” 

No, I definitely want to kiss him again.   ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I sat there for a while, watching him work while he found excuses to stay near where I was sitting. We were casually talking about whatever we could. It felt like we were friends when we got to just talk to each other, which is crazy because we just met, but I also didn’t want to stop talking to him. 

“What have you been reading?” he asks, wiping the already clean bar top in front of me. 

Remembering the few books sitting on my coffee table, and they’re all romance. 

“Oh, just a little romance, nothing crazy,” I try to spit out rather quickly. His smile is torture enough; I can see the small laugh he barely lets come out as his chest vibrates a little. 

“I feel like I need to read one since you seem to like them so much,” he says, making my body feel hot when he does. Why was that..? Also, the last thing I need is for him to get more ideas. 

My uncomfortable laugh escapes me before I can stop it, “Maybe you should.” WHAT DID I JUST SAY? 

“If you bring me one, I’ll do it.” 

I quite literally can not do this to myself, but also, why is he doing THIS to ME? 

His eye contact doesn’t falter as I ask him, “Are you sure?” 

He slowly nods once before letting out a quiet, “Very.”  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Naturally, when it was late enough, and I forced myself to stand up from the barstool I was sitting in, he refused to let me walk to my car alone. Any excuse to get him alone, I’ll take it. 

“Do you have any wild plans since Mel is off tomorrow?”

I let out one good laugh, “I’m not much of a ‘wild plans’ kind of girl.” 

“I can't really argue that,” he chuckles, “I’m not either.” 

“Unless ‘wild’ is being in the bar, then you may be the craziest person I know,” I tease. 

He stops walking, and his jaw slacks as I turn around, making me laugh. 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic!” 

He just stands there, arms folded across his chest as he pouts. I take a few steps towards him, watching him fight the smile that’s so close to coming out. 

“Jacob,” I whine, “come oooonnnnn.”  Walking right up to him, his eyes on me the entire time. I grab his arms and pull them down from his chest, sliding my hands into his. My 

“Please,” I whisper, leaning into his chest a bit and pouting my lip at him. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he whispers back, leaning his forehead against mine for a second. Only letting go of one hand before walking again, he tugs me along with him. I need him to kiss me.

My stomach turns as we get closer to my car; I don’t know why I’m so nervous this time. He hasn’t let go of my hand even though we’re within steps of my car, and I can feel my heart rate start to speed up. What if he doesn’t kiss me? Am I stupid for thinking maybe it wasn’t just a fluke? 

He stops at the door, his hand reaching for the handle but hesitating. He looks down for a second, and all I can focus on is him. Turning to face me, he backed up and leaned against my car; wow, he’s really so hot. He pulls me to him, and his free hand grabs the nape of my neck as he leans in. Our lips crashed together, feverish as we both needed it; it felt desperate. I can’t stop grabbing his shirt, wanting to be closer to him. 

He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. The only sound is our heavy breathing, his lips curling up into a smile as he looks at me. 

He whispers, “You’ll let me know when you make it home?” 

“Mhm,” I hum quickly. My hands find the sides of his face, pulling him back in, not ready to be done.  We fall into the same situation as last night, giggling and pressing small pecks into each other because neither of us knows how to stop. Or want to stop. He starts trailing kisses to my jaw, placing one underneath my ear that sends chills through my body. 

“Jake!” I yelp between laughs as he’s practically curled into my neck. I can feel his smile against my skin. His arms tighten around me, and my heart flutters as he lets a little ‘mmm’ slip out against my neck. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll let you get home.” His hand reached back and opened my door for me. I move around him, sitting in the driver's seat and tossing my bag onto the floor. My hand found his quickly, pulling him towards me. He leans down, and I can’t stop myself from grabbing his face, pressing my lips into him again, feeling the butterflies in my stomach as he giggles into me. 

He manages to mumble between kisses, “Drive safe, hun.” 

“I’ll try,” I say before he kisses my cheek and stands up before I try to get the last one. 

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If I thought the drive to the bar was terrible, I had no idea how much worse the drive home would be. 

I pull into the driveway, sitting there for a second before convincing myself to go inside. I pulled out my phone as I walked through the door, knowing I had a few things I needed to do now that I was home. 

Me: I made it ☺️ 

Texting him first so he knows I’m home and safe it’s what I would want people to do for me. I debate whether I should pull the trigger on the next text I’m considering. 

Me: ummm… are you awake? 

Quinn: obviously 👀  

It’s okay to confide in people. Cass isn’t physically here anymore, so I need to let people in. 

Me: let’s just say- the results are in.. it wasn’t a fluke. 🤭

Quinn: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

Quinn: WAIT- I know some people that will be SO excited about this 

What do they mean by “some people” will be excited? When a new group message pops up with Quinn, Melody, and an unknown number. 

Quinn: LAID EASE- 

Unknown: what now Q

Ohhh- it’s Willa, okay. 

Melody: 👀 

Quinn: first of all, say hi to Charlotte. She comes bearing piping hot TEAAAAA. 

Me: hi 😳 

Willa: CHARLOTTE. I AM SAT GIRL. 

Melody: I feel like I know where this is going 🤭

Me: Well umm so I may have kissed Jacob 🫣

Willa: STOP OMFG 

Mel: I KNEW HE WAS UP TO SOMETHING WHEN HE WANTED YOU TO STAY LONGER. 

Quinn: I TOLD YALL IT WAS GOOD !! 

Willa: well now we need the details! 

Me: from the first one? 

Melody: FIRST?

Willa: HOW MANY KISSES WERE THERE? 

Me: I just mean-

Me: A lot.. but just the past two days.

Quinn: we got all night Lottie go on 

I quickly recap the other two on what I’ve already told Quinn. While giggling while recounting the many kisses I’ve shared with Jacob tonight, he texts me back. 

Jacob: oh good even if I’m a bit bummed about it. 

Me: lol why are you sad I made it home?! 

Jacob: well, making out with a beautiful girl makes for a way better night than pouring beer for old men

My face heats up at his reply, unprepared for him to be so forward. A little flirting doesn’t hurt, though. I’ve already kissed him, so I may as well have a little fun. 

Me: Missing me already? 🥰

Jacob: enough that I’ve been debating on FaceTiming you

Me: I wouldn’t say no 

He’s so cute. My heart swells at the thought. Not even a minute goes by before my phone lights up to his call. 

“Well, hello again,” I say, curling up in the corner of the couch. 

“How was your drive home?” He asks. 

Painful.

“Felt like forever,” I mindlessly let out, why did I do that? My face feels warm, and I quickly try to recover. “Aren’t you working?” 

“I was,” he sighs, walking up the stairs to his apartment, “but Josh had it covered, and this sounded better.”  His little smirk as he says it makes my stomach turn. 

“Oh?” my hand covers my mouth, knowing that I’m definitely making it worse. 

He lets out a small ‘mhm’ as he’s unlocking his door. I find myself staring at him quietly for a moment, admiring his features as he looks through his kitchen for food. I don’t know what I’m doing. I haven’t even talked to anybody long enough to develop feelings for them in years. Let alone whatever THIS is.  

I pull up my texts and click on the group chat, hoping they can help. 

Me: I’m on FaceTime with him SOS

Willa: Of course you are 

Quinn: CUTIES 

Me: No really, I have no idea what i’m doing please help 

Quinn: with what? 

Me: I don’t know how to flirt with someone! Especially when I’m sober!! 

Willa: I don’t think you’d need to say much to get him flustered 

Willa: Poor guy practically has cobwebs on him with the lack of action he’s gotten

Quinn: She’s not wrong  

Quinn: what is he saying 👀

“What are you gonna make tonight?” I ask to break the silence. 

He lets out a small sigh, “I’m not sure. I’m tempted to steal Josh’s food again, but he may quit me if I do that.” He just shuts the fridge door, leaning onto the counter in front of wherever he’s propped up his phone. “I may just starve at this rate.”

“Oh we’re just being dramatic tonight, huh?” I tease. Because he’s so calm and seemingly level-headed about most things, watching him have his moments of over-dramaticamatic is fun for me. 

He chuckles before squinting at me, “Could just be me, but I think you’re enjoying it.” His damn eyebrow pops up as he looks at me. I like it a lot, actually. 

“It’s cute.” 

Me:  He’s just being dramatic and goofy right now

Quinn: JAKE? DRAMATIC? SINCE WHEN?

I audibly laugh at their response, forgetting I’m on Facetime with him right now. 

His eyebrows pull in as he looks at me, almost like he wants to ask why. 

“Sorry, Quinn texted me,” I giggled, trying to recover smoothly. “They’re a little too funny sometimes.” 

“They’re practically an extension of my brother, so you have gained yourself a yapper,” he giggles through the end of it. 

It warms my heart knowing that Quinn is like that; since Cass doesn’t blow up my phone anymore, it might be nice. “That��s okay with me.” 

“I’m glad you two get along,” he says, “They’re definitely a bit more tame than Josh, so if you can handle my brother, you’ll be fine.” 

“I think Josh is sweet!” 

“Well, of course. He’s sweet to you but a menace to me.” 

I laugh at the thought of their brotherly banter, imagining it must be ridiculous given how much of their lives they have spent and currently spend together. They must get sick of each other? I don’t think I could live with a sibling AND work with them. 

“Can I say something? It might sound weird, though,” he timidly asks, bringing my attention back to him. 

I nod at him, “Of course.” 

“I wish I could see you tomorrow,” he mumbles, avoiding eye contact. All you have to do is ask. The little bit of pink creeping into his cheeks, selling him out. How I wish I could kiss every inch of his face right now. 

My heartbeat feels loud when I whisper, “Me too.” 

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For Death Or Glory : Chapter Ten

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, Drinking / Alcohol, Unpleasant drunk men, Teasing/Gentle Bullying, Pining, Yearning, Anxiety, Overthinking, Some Adult Themes (mild in the grand scheme) and sweet, sweet victory.

Word Count: 4k.

Summary: The day after Jake's failed attempt, he's worried about how uncomfortable the night will be having Charlotte there to train Melody, but things go better than he anticipated.

Author's Note: I'm going to leave a second note at the end of the chapter and all i'm going to say here is, happy Thursday 😉

Save My Life - Niall Horan

"Ever since you walked in, I'm seeing a new light,

Ever since you walked in, it's starting to feel like,

You might save my life."

I have replayed yesterday’s failed attempt in my head approximately four hundred times. The only thing keeping me going is the fact she looked a little disappointed after Linda cockblocked me. That probably isn’t how I should phrase it, but there isn’t a better way at this moment. Knowing that I have to look at her for the bulk of the day is definitely making me more nervous than it should be. 

She still let me know when she made it home after everything, and we talked a little before she fell asleep. Definitely made me feel better since I was prepared for her to be wildly unimpressed. 

Melody’s shift starts at 5 pm, but I’ve been around most of the day as usual. I just hide in my office for a while; the bar isn’t usually too busy in the afternoons, especially during the week. Josh seemed fine with the regulars who were camped out in their usual spots, so I took advantage and snuck away. 

“I should have known you’d already be here,” Charlotte’s voice teased from behind me. Turning around, I saw her leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her. What a sight that is. Her slight smile only distracted me briefly before noticing that her outfit was more casual today. Black turtleneck tucked into plaid slacks. Her shirt was fitted, hugging her petite frame perfectly, and I was suffering. Look respectfully, you’re better than that, don’t be gross…but, fuck me- she’s hot. 

“Hey now,” I pretend to be hurt, “bullying me on the clock isn’t in your job description.”

She laughs at my rebuttal, which everything she did in those two seconds potentially ruined any chance of me being able to focus. All she did was adjust her pants, tugging them up slightly and smoothing them out, but my god. The moment she dropped her arms, I couldn’t help but notice the way she most definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. Don’t stare, don’t stare, don’t stare. 

“Are you training Mel, or is Josh?” she asks, refocusing me. 

“Uh, Josh for a little bit, but I’ll probably relieve him if we start to pick up,” I tell her, almost forgetting the purpose of her being here. I’m gonna need a minute before I can function. 

“Sounds like a plan,” she chirps, “Don’t hide back here for too long.” She smirks at me before disappearing into the hall. 

Holding my face in my hands, I close my eyes for a moment. Get it together. Don’t make her uncomfortable. Staring is rude, or at least don’t be obvious about it. Rubbing my face as I turn back to my desk.

I mumble, “It’s gonna be a long night.”  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

About an hour goes by before the door chime starts to ring repeatedly. Mentally prepared now, I walk behind the bar, sneaking behind Josh and Melody. 

“I’ll take over with her so you can focus,” I whispered to Josh. He just nodded subtly while talking to a customer. It’s the benefit of working with your family: Communication can be incredibly simple, and you don’t have to question whether the other person heard you or not. 

“How is everything going?” I lean against the bar, making sure to keep Mel within eyeshot. 

“She’s honestly incredible,” Charlotte says, scribbling something on her paper. 

“Thank god,” I breathe out, relieved. I wasn’t really worried about Melody, but it’s nice to know it’s not just me. 

“Josh is definitely good at training,” she looks up at me. 

“Oh really?” 

“Mhmm,” she smirks slightly, “you’re alright too.” 

What has gotten into her today? 

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever told me,” I tell her dryly, making her quietly laugh. Looking back over to Mel, she seems a little lost, staring at all the liquor bottles. 

“What are you looking for?”

“Uhh–” she holds up a piece of paper; I really need to stop letting Josh write things down.

“Oh, hold on,” I walk past her, reaching up to one of the higher shelves and grabbing it for her. I stand with her while she mixes it, making sure that she doesn’t need any more help. I find myself glancing over to where Charlotte’s sitting as she’s watching us until her eyes meet mine. My insides twist when she does that, but it only gets worse when she fights a smile as she looks down at her paper, scribbling something again. Are we..

“Does this look right?” Melody asks, pulling my attention back. 

“Yes, it looks perfect,” I tell her, watching her beam for a second as she slides it to the customer, “Just let me know if you need help or a break, okay?” 

She nods, saluting me again. I see Josh walking back with a handful of glasses. He points at the tap, so I grab new ones and start pouring for him. He takes the fresh drinks from me, trotting off the whatever table he talked into another round. 

“Are you impressed yet?” I ask, leaning against the bar across from Charlotte. It’s only partially a joke; I’d do anything to make her smile right now. 

Her eyes linger on my hands before looking up at me; she lets out a small “mmmm.”  I can see her chewing on the inside of her lip as she’s trying to give me more shit. 

“What now?” I laugh. 

“I’d be more impressed if she could make that drink without you hovering over her,” her sweet voice taunting, as she bites her lip, looking away from me. 

 ‘I am just a girl, Jacob’ plays in my head as I look at her. My hand reaches out close to hers, and her head snaps back, watching me as my index finger lightly grazes the back of her hand. 

“You know what, you’re right,” I tell her, backing up as she looks up, meeting my gaze. I shoot her a wink as I turn to go help out, but not before taking in the way her hand covered her mouth, and I could barely see how her face was flushed. Got her.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I peek at Melody while I pour a beer, shifting my gaze back to Charlotte; we’ve been playing this game all night as she watches Mel, making my heart pound harder every time her eyes meet mine. Sneaking glances any chance I get, making the night feel like it’s flying by. 

“Right behind you,” Josh says before I feel his hands grab my shoulders. He leans into me, “Seems like you’re having a good night, huh?” 

The smile growing on my face gives me away. 

“I think she’s into it too,” he adds. 

“She is, isn’t she?” I spit out rather quickly. He squeezes my shoulder before taking off with a few fresh drinks. 

She’ll look at me and then start making little notes, and if she thinks I’m just not going to notice, she is sorely mistaken. What is she taking notes on? Waltzing over, she quickly tucks the page back underneath the stack she has with her. 

“Do you want something to sip on while you’re here?” 

Her eyes light up, “maybe something small,” 

I pour her a little glass of bourbon, still wholly impressed that it’s one of her drinks of choice. Sliding it over to her, she grabs it from me. Letting her fingertips graze mine as she looks at me. Pulling it up to her lips, she takes a small sip. Just watching how the glass sits against her lip makes my hands sweat. 

Her body shivers as she swallows; whether it is the drink or the slight breeze that rolls through the bar when the doors open, I can’t help myself from noticing. 

“Cold?” I ask through a laugh as she rubs her hands together quickly, giggling as she does. 

She nods as she tucks her hands under her legs to warm up. My eyes are drifting as she does. Fuck. I do everything I can not to make my life harder, but the way I can see her peaked nipples through her shirt is definitely not helping. Jake, get a grip. She’s just a girl, and it’s not like she’s trying- oh. My God. It was at this moment I knew I was fucked. She had leaned back just enough to plaster her shirt even tighter to her body. Her nipples are pierced; that’s so normal. I feel totally fine. As I try to convince myself to be calm, I feel my dick twitch, and I force my gaze away from her. Fucking HELL THIS GIRL. 

Silently, I turn around and walk to the other end of the bar, taking the orders of whoever looked ready, anything to keep my brain occupied. I’ve always been one to look at women who pique my interest respectfully, but this is rapidly becoming an exception to my morals.  I would never have imagined her to be someone with any sort of piercings, aside from maybe her ears, of course. She was always so put together and professional; didn’t even consider what she could be hiding underneath it. I shake my head, hoping to rid all the potential thoughts that could flow through.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

She spent a few minutes talking with Mel, even though her eyes kept finding mine. Something so small, so innocent, but my stomach would beg to differ with how the butterflies erupt when I see her gaze shift over to me. Never thought I’d just want someone to watch me as much as I do her. 

“Excuse me?” I hear Mel’s voice cut through the chatter of the bar. A clearly intoxicated man was standing close to Charlotte, his hand on the back of her chair, and I could tell from her face that she was trying to be polite. 

After sliding a drink across the bar, I walk over to see what’s happening. Watching Charlotte back away slightly from him as he talks at her, I know Melody well enough that if I don’t stop this situation, she will. 

“Do you know him?” I look directly at Charlotte. 

She just shakes her head, and her eyes go wide. I tap Mel’s arm and point, silently telling her to worry about the bar. 

“Hey buddy,” I start. “I don’t think she’s interested, so why don’t you just–” I wave, gesturing that he should move along. 

“If she’d let me buy her a shot, I bet she would be,” he slurs a bit. The warmth was already spreading throughout my body.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re a real catch, but if she said no, then drop it.” 

He looks back at her, “Don’t listen to this asshole, babe. Probably just mad he can’t fuck you.” My jaw clenched at the crass comment. I have a better chance than this fucking dude. 

“What the fuck?” She gasps, “Did you really think YOU had a chance?” 

He throws his hands up, “the night is young, beautiful.” 

Get away from her. 

“Yeah, you’re done,” I snapped. I can’t stop it from coming out. My body is tense. 

“What?” 

“Go. Get out. You’re done.” 

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You’re not going to disrespect women in my bar, now GO.” My voice raises as I point to the door, staring this drunk down until he finally backs up, flipping me off as he storms out. 

I can feel my body shake slightly; I’ve never been a fan of confronting people like that, but it comes with the territory. Taking a deep breath, as subtle as possible, I can feel her staring at me. 

“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” I ask quietly. 

She just looks at me, her expression soft, “Um, yes.” Carefully, she picks up her glass and takes another sip of her drink; I can see her hand shake as she holds it. The anger I felt watching him talk to her still lingers as I watch her try to relax; nothing I can’t stand more than men treating women like a piece of meat. 

“You don’t have to do this tonight,” I tell her, “I can talk to Melody, and I’ll just keep an eye on her tonight so you can go home if you want.” 

“Thank you,” she says, just above a whisper. I motion to her to hang on a second, letting Josh know that I’m going to step out for a few minutes; I meet her at the end of the bar. 

“Want to walk with me for a second? I’ll walk you back to your car after.” She nods quickly, a subtle smile gracing her lips.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“Is it weird talking in person?” she asks as we walk towards my usual spot near the water. “Well, about.. not work.. stuff, obviously.”

“I don’t think weird is the right word,” I smile at her, “But seeing you switch from professional to this is definitely wild, though.” 

She breathes out a sigh as she leans against the railing, looking out to the water, “Well, you’ve already.. unfortunately… seen a lot of everything except this.” 

I lean against the railing next to her, enjoying the sounds of the small waves crashing against the cement. 

“I have to say,” I start quietly, “I think drunk Charlotte was the most fun of the alternatives so far.” The smirk grows on my face as she grabs my arm, gently pushing me away from her. 

“Hey! You basically are at fault for that one,” she says with a laugh, “you kept giving me fresh drinks, and who was I to turn that down?” I let out a loud laugh; she’s not wrong. I couldn’t help myself. 

“Fair enough,” I put my hands up in surrender, “I’ll take the blame for that one. But, it was a fun night for me, at least.” Thinking back to the way she stared at me while I was cleaning up, her fingers laced in mine as I helped her up the stairs, the way she kissed my cheek after helping her break her zipper. 

I just watch her as she stares out at the waves. The way the streetlamp glow bounces off her hair, you can still see its color even though it’s so dark. Her face finally seemed calm, relieved after the last handful of times I’d been around her. She always seems so focused and unamused while she’s working. But, the alternatives have been crying or drunk as hell, so just peaceful is nice. I’m glad she seems comfortable, at least. 

I look down a bit, noticing the way she’s holding herself, this poor girl. 

“You look freezing,” I reach out, rubbing her arm to try and warm her, “Actually, here.” I slide my flannel off, draping it over her shoulders before she quickly slides her arms into it. 

“You’re so sweet,” she lets slip out, her eyes wide after it leaves her mouth. A statement I’ve heard a million times from a bunch of different girls I’ve gone out with, but something about it coming from her feels better. 

“Looks cute,” I quietly say before biting at the inside of my lip to fight smiling too big. 

She covers her face with her hands, hidden in the sleeves of my flannel. I can just hear her small laugh muffled through it. Her laugh is becoming one of my favorite sounds, and that’s terrifying.

“Stooop,” she can’t even make it through the whine without laughing.

“And what if I can’t?”  

She looks over at me; I don’t think I’ll ever get used to her stare. She goes from holding my gaze to my mouth to slowly glancing down until she looks back at the water. I follow her lead.

“I come out here a lot,” I finally break the silence, pausing my thoughts. I feel her gently graze my forearm; timidly, she slides her hand into mine. My stomach turns with nerves before finally spitting out, “whenever the bar starts to feel too loud.” 

“I can’t imagine you being overwhelmed like that,” her voice lower now.

I ran my thumb over the back of her hand, hoping she couldn’t feel me shaking, “It’s just nice to escape the chaos for a minute.”  I felt like if I didn’t keep talking, she could hear my heartbeat. 

“So, anyway–” I start as she turns to face me. I can’t figure out what she’s feeling between the dim light and the look in her eyes. My nerves start creeping up on me again. 

She steps forward, eyes locked on mine. She leans against me, placing her free hand against my chest, and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth.  

I freeze, looking at her, trying to find an answer to the question I can’t seem to spit out. All I can hear is my heartbeat, and I feel my body start to shake. She’s staring back at me; all I can think of is how badly I’ve wanted to kiss her. Just take the chance, Jake. 

I step towards her, bringing my hands up to cradle her jaw, and I swear time has slowed. Her body leaning into me, her hands finding their place against my chest, as I barely ghost my lips over hers. 

“Is this okay?” I whisper, desperate for the answer. 

She looks at me for not even a second before letting out the smallest, “Please.” 

My lips can’t find hers fast enough. I let out every ounce of air in my body; the relief was surreal. She was softer and sweeter than I could have ever dreamed as she pressed her lips against my top one. I swear I can feel the blood moving through my veins, and I can’t do anything about the smile that may be permanently on my face at this point. Neither of us knew when to stop, taking turns placing playful little pecks on each other. 

She snaked her arms up around my neck, pulling back for a second. Then she looked up at me, giggling quietly—those eyes. The feeling that spread through my chest as she looked at me; my body immediately felt hot. I can’t stop the grin growing on my face as I look at her, tilting her chin up towards me.

“So, uh..” I whisper. 

She simply shushes me before she goes back for another kiss. I feel her smile against me, something no woman I’ve managed to get to this point with has ever done. My heart feels like it could rupture as it just rattles my skeleton.  Lingering as long as I can, lightly tugging on her bottom lip with mine, her hands shifting to hold the sides of my neck while I deepend the kiss. Her fingertips pressed into me as our mouths slowly moved against each other; everything felt desperate, like we’d been deprived of this moment.   

She leaves one hand on the side of my neck as she holds my jaw, running her thumb across my lip. How is she- 

“Perfect,” she whispers, letting out another soft giggle. 

I pull her into me, her arms back around my neck, and gently lift her, making her laugh. 

“Jacob!”

“What is it, honey?”

Her face flushed at the name; I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose and then against her forehead, lingering there for a moment. A breeze reminding us of where we are.  Holy shit, I did it. 

“I should probably head home,” she whispers against my lips.

“Mmm.. One more,” I mumble into her. We giggle through another slow kiss until I feel her shiver, moving closer to me to steal my warmth. I wrap her up in a hug, feeling her body against mine. Breathing her in, fighting the urge to kiss the side of her head a million times. 

Finally, mumbling to her, “Let’s get you to your car before you freeze.”

Her hand comfortably holds my bicep as we walk, and I can’t help but steal glances at her any chance I get. 

The rest of the night at the bar dragged on, helping Melody be sure of what she was mixing as I was daydreaming about Charlotte’s lips on mine. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

As soon as I get home, I fall into my routine, knocking on Josh’s door.

“You can come in,” his muffled voice said. Opening the door, I got comfortable in my usual position against his doorframe. We both knew that if I sat down, neither of us would get any sleep. 

We go through our usual questions, asking about each other's day and how the bar was; catching each other up has become a habit. 

“I know you’re hiding something,” he says, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, “what did you do?” 

“What do you mean?” my hand finding comfort on the back of my neck. 

“You haven’t stopped smiling this whole time,” I can see the gears turning in his head, “not that you don’t smile normally, but this feels different.” 

I don’t need to tell him. I can keep it to myself.. maybe. 

“It’s Charlotte, isn’t it?” He asks, eyes squinted at me. 

My face turned red, giving me away, “um.” 

“OH, IT IS. WHAT HAPPENED?” 

I walk over and sit on the end of his bed before finally caving, “I kissed her.” Looking over at him, I can’t hide my smile anymore. He flings himself across the bed, pulling me into a hug. 

“Jake, oh my god, I’m so happy for you,” he can’t get the words out fast enough, “Tell me everything!”

There we sat for a while, just recounting the entire situation for him. My face hurt physically from the smile that I couldn’t shake off. It was perfect.

“Between the two of us and these four walls,” he starts, “she’s definitely–” his eyes widen as he looks at me. It’s always funny to me when he clocks into being a typical man; he’s never one to care about people’s physical appearance, nor does it affect how he thinks of someone, but it will always make me laugh when someone catches his eye enough for him to bring it up. 

“No, I know. She’s gorgeous; it’s insane that she even looks at me.” 

He just looks at me momentarily before his hand finds its place on my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. Being twins, we’ve always been close and heavily rely on each other for many things. Physical touch has always been big for both of us, which we’re convinced is because we were forced to be close before we were even on this earth. 

“It’s nice to see you like this,” he says, swallowing quietly. 

My hand moves to cover his, feeling the comfort coming from him before I finally admit, “I’ve never felt like this before.” My stomach turns at the thought. What if she regrets it tomorrow? Was it just a lapse of judgment? Oh my god, she’s going to hate-

“What’s wrong?” He quickly clocks my mood shift. 

“Nothing. I just don’t want to get too ahead of myself this time, is all.” 

He pauses for a moment, sighing slightly, before looking back at me. 

“Jake, it’s okay to be scared,” he tells me, “But you also deserve to be happy. I can tell by how she looks at you that you’re not scaring her off. So, just do what you do best and let her guide this endeavor,” he says, waving his hands around in true Josh fashion.  

Looking down for a second, I know he’s right. My chest feels heavy as I sit in my doubt until Josh grabs my arms, forcing me to look at him.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he whispers, “let yourself be happy and free. You’ve earned it.” 

I know he’s right. I should just let things happen and see what comes of it. I’ll just try not to get my hopes too high. The anxiety starts to fade as we sit there for a few more minutes until my phone vibrates on his bed, and all my nerves seemingly melt away when I pick it up. 

Charlotte: I made it home ❤️

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Author's Note part two: WE DID IT, WE MADE IT!! I'M PUNCHING THE AIR AND SCREAMING WITH ALL OF YOU. AHHHHHH I've been dying over this chapter for a while and MY GOD they are so cute and this chapter makes me want to cry for them!

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