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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 4.0k

Warnings: Cursing, Alcohol, Kissing, Graphic Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink.

A/N: After Mirador's debut performance I was feeling inspired. I've thrown in a few requests that I've gotten recently, so I hope this fits the bill.

“Did I look as nervous as I felt?” he asks, sloughing his jacket off of his shoulders, fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. His hands are shaking, the pure adrenaline radiating off of him as he reaches for his suit.

“No, no, you looked– you looked incredible! Happy…You were beaming up there Jake, I promise,” you answer, helping him into his suit coat. Your fingers toy with the red beads at his chest, laying them flat against the black fabric.

“I didn’t think any sound was going to come out of my mouth when I stepped up to that mic,” he laughs, buttoning his pants. “By the fuckin’ grace of god I remembered the words.”

“I couldn’t tell baby, none of us could. You looked like you’ve been doing this forever. Seemed effortless. And god everyone was so happy, did you see them? They were beside themselves. They loved it,” you added, leaning against the wall as he zipped his boots. He stands up and shakes out his shoulders, letting the new suit settle on his body. He gives himself a once over in the mirror, sliding off his bracelets and his ring and placing them on the small countertop.

“Ahh shit, how much time do I have?” he asks, fiddling with the part of his hair.

You glance at the time on your phone, “About ten more minutes until stage call.”

“Grab my eyeliner from my bag, will you baby?” he asks, looking at you through the mirror. He can hardly wipe the smile off of his face, and you can only imagine what is running through his head right now.

“What uh, what did you think?” he asks, a sense of hesitancy in his voice.

“Jake, it was incredible. You guys sounded amazing up there,” you gush, handing him the charcoal pencil.

“No, um, me specifically. Did I sound okay? I think I was off a little, but Chris was coaching me through it.” he asks, swiping the black liner against his lid.

“Baby, yes. I promise. I’ve been telling you for years that I love your voice. It’s rich and sexy and I’m happy that you’re finally sharing it with more than just your immediate circle. It’s something that has always meant to be shared.”

“Even though it cracked a little? Do you think they noticed? I am working on it, Josh is helping me, but–”

“Jake, you’re being way too hard on yourself,” you say, shaking your head. "You sounded amazing."

He caps the eyeliner and sets it on the countertop, turning on the stool to look at you. You step into his reach and let him place his hands on your hips. “I’m so fucking glad you were here.”

The deep timbre in his tone lets you know he means it, and the look in his eyes shows you just how badly he needed it.

You place your hand on his face, still damp with sweat as you rub your thumb across the apple of his cheek, “Where else would I be?”

“I couldn’t have done this without you, you know. All of this,” he breathes, letting himself be vulnerable for just a stitch of time.

You smile bashfully as his hand grips into your hips, “You could have…”

“But I wouldn’t have,” He shakes his head and bites his lips together, “And now for the big show, aye?”

You tilt your head towards him with a smile, “I thought I might have heard Oliver up there…”

“Ahh yeah, he snuck up on us a bit, didn’t he?” he winks, standing from the stool and making his way towards the door.

“Mmm, I’ve missed him. S’he gonna be making a regular appearance? Should I expect him later?” You giggle.

He shakes his head with a smile, “You gonna be in the booth?” he asks, reaching for the door handle.

“That where you want me?”

A smirk pulls across his lips, “Hmm, no, where I want you is in my bed, but that’s for later, innit love?” he quips, rushing out the door in a flash of black and red.

—

You watch most of the show from the soundbooth, singing along to songs as you watch him prance across the stage and interact with the people in the crowd. Something is different about him, a new fire suddenly burning deep within him, in much the same way it burns in his twin. He’s come alive in a way you didn’t expect. It’s as if his life changed the moment he stepped up to the microphone tonight, and the smile that hasn’t left his face since is the proof.

The night is growing late and the show is coming to a close as Jake makes his way down his catwalk, flames burning fiercely behind him. He spots you leaning against the soundboard, catching his eye as he stands at the end of the catwalk, sending you a subtle look meant just for you. It’s a look that says, ‘Watch me. Watch me destroy my guitar. Watch me destroy you’. He’s warning you, but it’s a warning you’ll never heed.

You see it immediately. The hunger, the pure unencumbered desire flowing through him, begging to be released. You can see it in his eyes and in the movement of his hips. The way his eyes roll to the back of his head as his fingers glide across the strings with ease and power. It’s there, waiting, and you know that soon you’ll know it’s wrath.

—

It’s still there when he steps off the stage, sweat dripping and chest heaving. His pupils are blown out as they search for you in the sea of crew and staff, his brain on autopilot as he makes his way towards you. His hand finds yours dragging you along behind him as he makes his way to his dressing room, stepping inside and pulling you in quickly behind him as he slams the door shut. His hands instantly find your face, grabbing your jaw in his hands as his lips meet yours. He’s been thinking about this, for how long you aren’t sure, but surely a while. His lips are rushed and frantic, energy flowing from his warm fingertips into your skin.

“I need you,” he growls, pressing you against the wooden door. He attaches his lips to yours before you have a chance to answer. You can feel him, hard against your stomach as he pins you in place.

“Here?” you question, snaking your hand beneath his jacket. His skin is slick with sweat, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He pulls away letting his eyes meet yours, lust filled and dark with desire. “Anywhere.”

“Aren’t you going to go celebrate, baby? It was a big night,” you ask, taunting him as his hand slips up the front of your shirt.

“I am celebrating,” he breathes, sucking the skin of your throat.

His hips pin you, his length brushing the seam of your jeans, hitting you just right. You whine into his shoulder as his fingers grip into your skin.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m gonna make it back to the hotel,” he groans, forcing himself away from you with a deep breath. “Why the fuck did I agree to drinks? Why did you let me agree to drinks?”

You push away from the door following him further into the room as you gasp at his accusation. “You did that all on your own, baby.”

“Think I can get out of it?” he asks, taking off his jacket and placing it on the hanger.

You laugh as you sit down on the chair next to him, “No, I think you need to go celebrate your first show with your new band.”

“Collective,” he corrects with a playful raise of his brow.

“Collective, sorry,” you mock, “Tonight was a big night for you guys, you should be with them and celebrate your massive success. Mirador is finally real. It’s not just a project anymore. You sang to an entire arena tonight. You! Your first show, ever. This is huge for you, babe. You and Chris. That’s something worth celebrating. And you know you get to end the night with me.”

“I know, I know, you’re right. Fuck of course you’re right. But goddamn, I feel so wired…And you’re leaving in a few days, and–”

“Jake, let yourself have this moment. You will never get this night back. It’s only the first time, once,” you say, tilting your head to the side.

He steps over to you, suit pants unbuttoned, a glimpse of his happy trail visible as he swipes his thumb over your lips. “Do you know how much I love you?”

“I do, and I love you, too. Now get dressed, the sooner you go the sooner you can take me to bed,” you smile, already missing his touch as he pulls his hand away.

“Promise it won’t be long,” he says, changing into his normal clothes.

“Gonna hold you to it.”

—

“Baby,” he slurs, three drinks deep. “‘M ready to go now, love.”

“Yeah? Did you tell the other guys?” you ask, looking at his glazed over eyes. His exhaustion is evident, but you know he won’t sleep until he makes good on his bargain.

“I did, see ‘em tomorrow,” he answers, “Need to get you back.”

The two of you make your way outside, sliding into the Uber that is waiting for you out front. Jake’s hand rests on the top of your leg, rubbing circles against the denim fabric. His head rests on the headrest as he looks at you, the same piercing darkness from earlier still very much present.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” you ask, mirroring his body language.

“Mmm, it’s not PG,” he smiles a drunken half smile.

“Did you have fun tonight?” you ask, watching his eyes flutter closed.

“Best night of muh-life,” he answers, his words slurring together.

“You think so?”

“Mhmm, one of ‘em. Still a few I’m looking forward to,” he says, squeezing your leg. Your face grows warm at the insinuation, but you brush it off.

The car comes to a stop in front of the hotel, both of you sliding out the door hand in hand. You usher Jake through the hotel and up to your room, locking the door behind you as he kicks off his boots.

You toss your things onto the dresser and shimmy out of your jacket, tossing it to the chair by the door. Jake positions himself on the end of the bed, leaning back on his hands as he watches you move around the room.

“You tired, baby?”

“Fuckin’ exhausted,” he answers, “But don’t think that that is going to change anything.”

“Change what?” you ask, stopping in front of him. His hands reach up to your hips, pulling you towards him as his lips brush against your stomach.

“You know exactly what, sweetheart,” he growls.

“Yeah? You want it?” you tease, trying to pull out of his grip. This was all part of the game, and as his eyes met yours you knew this was exactly what he wanted.

“You better stop while you’re ahead, love,” his voice draws out, a slight accent adorning his words.

You push him back on the bed, crawling over top of him to straddle his waist, “And if I don’t?”

His hand comes down hard on your hip, smacking at the denim covered skin, “You trying to find out?” he asks, still donning the accent.

“Oh, are we keeping the accent tonight?” you tease.

“The ladies loved it tonight, didn’t they,” he jeers.

“I think they love anything you do,” you taunt, “But I don’t blame them. You looked so good, baby. Sounded so good.”

You feel his hips buck upwards at your praise, and you know that you’ve found his sweet spot for the night.

“Take this off for me, won't you?” he asks, tugging at your shirt.

You reach for the hem and slowly pull it over your head, letting your lace covered tits bounce into view. His hand reaches up to palm at you, his eyes completely blown out with lust as his tongue glides over his lips.

“You think I looked good?” he asks, letting his thumb dip into the lace cup to swipe at your nipple.

“Everyone in that arena wanted to fuck you Jake,” you answer, knowing that it was mostly true.

A hum leaves his chest as his hips press up into you again, “Yeah, fuck. But I don’t wanna fuck them. Wanna fuck you. ‘M gonna.”

“Are you?” you quip.

“Yeah baby, you want me?” he asks, words dripping with desire.

“Please Jake, please, please,” you whine, feeling him take the initiative to flip you off of him and onto your back. He is now hovering over you, his hair hanging in his face as he grins.

“You don’t have ta beg, sweetheart. You know I always take care of my girl.”

He unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the floor, unfastening his pants as quickly as he can. His head dips down to nip at your chest, his tongue leaving wet stripes on your skin as he kisses his way down your stomach. His fingers work to unbutton your jeans, pulling them from your legs before motioning you to move further up the bed. His fingers hook into the sides of your thong, pulling it over the curve of your hips and down your legs.

His hand slides up your thigh, his thumb swiping against you just briefly causing your to flinch.

“You alright, love? You feeling a little needy tonight?” he teases, not dropping the accent for even a second.

“Only for you,” you answer, “How could I not. Especially tonight.”

His thumb swipes over you again, collecting the wetness before dipping between your folds. A whisper leaves his lips, indecipherable as he circles your clit. Your legs part, opening to him as he lowers himself to you.

“Thing about singing, s’makes you thirsty,” he growls letting his tongue lick against you. He peers up at you through his long dark lashes, letting his tongue press into you.

“Fuck, Jake…” you whine, shifting your hips around as his thumb continues to work at you.

“Baby, please, fuck…”

“You want more?” he asks, lips shining with your slick.

You nod furiously as he repositions himself bringing his two middle fingers to swirl through your arousal. Before you can blink they are hooking into you with perfect accuracy. You can feel the coldness of his ring as it slips inside of you, catching you off guard.

“Jake, your ring…”

“Yeah, you want me to take it off?” he asks, slowing his fingers.

“No! I mean, no it’s– it’s fine, oh fuck, you–you can keep it,” you cry, feeling it press against your opening.

“Yeah? You like that? You want to cum all over my hand? My pretty new ring, mark it as yours?” he asks, fingers rolling into your deepest places. “Pretty little thing is pulling me in. Gonna steal your own treasure, darling? You’re sucking it right off my finger, sweetheart.”

Your mind is swirling at the British drawl his voice has taken on, slow and sweet and gravely. You feel your stomach start to burn, a warm sensation washing over your body. You can feel yourself clenching around him, his mouth pressed firmly to your clit as he sucks it into his lips.

“Jake…” you warn, both of you knowing you’re close.

“You gonna give me this one, love? You gonna cum real pretty on my hand? Played you beautiful music tonight, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, baby, yes. So pretty, the best music,” you cry.

“Mmm, but you sound prettier, don’t you,” he says, his fingers tapping perfectly inside you. “Cum, sweetheart. Cum so I can fuck you like I’ve wanted to fuck you all night.”

You unravel at his words, the demand heavy in his voice as your body writhes beneath him. His eyes are locked on you as you wade through the sea of bliss swallowing you whole. Your eyes flutter open to find him smiling, proud of himself. You take in his appearance, flushed cheeks and swollen lips, and you playfully flip his hair to the other side of his head.

“Why did you part it on the other side for your Greta set? I like your natural part better,” you tease.

“Gotta change it up, baby. Tell me again.”

“Tell you what? That you’re fucking sexy, and talented and that you were glowing on stage tonight? Tell you I wanted you to fuck me in that dressing room?” you answer.

“Mhmm, yeah, tell me all of that, but how about you do it while you sit on my cock. What do you think about that, love?”

You grab his neck and pull his lips to meet yours, tasting yourself on his lips. His skin is sticky and warm as you roll him to his back, positioning yourself on top of him as his hair splays out over the pillow beneath his head.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” you whine, looking at him just a little longer. You push his boxers over his hips, letting him kick them to the end of the bed as you grab him in your fist. He is rock hard and ready, his tip bright pink and beading with precum. You slide yourself up and down his length, spreading your arousal over him as his eyes roll back in his head.

“Goddamn, baby. Sit on it, please just fucking sit on it.”

You position his tip at your entrance and slowly slide down his length, a whine leaving your lips as you brace yourself on his knees.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N.”

You begin to move your hips, adjusting to him quickly as you bounce on top of him. His hands reach up to your tits, pulling the lace cups all the way down until the bra is laying limp around your waist. You feel his hips buck upward with need but you slow your movements.

“You just lay there and let me take care of you Jake. You deserve it, you worked so hard tonight. Let me take care of you.”

He nods his head and relinquishes control, letting his hands settle on your hips, feeling your body as it rolls over top of him. His chest is flushed red and heaving as his eyes glaze over as he looks at you. He’s hard, harder than usual, and you know exactly why.

“It feel good baby? You feel so good inside me,” you say, delivering a pointed flick of your hips.

“Yeah, fuck, feels so good, baby,” he breathes, his resolve slipping away. “Keep going just like that.”

“You know how much the crowd loved you, baby? I could hear them screaming your name from the sound booth,” you continue. “You were made to be up there like that Jake.”

“Made for you,” he groans, his hips jutting into you, taking you by surprise.

“Yeah, made just for me, you fill me so good baby. So fucking good.”

He taps your hip in signal for you to switch with him, sliding off of him and falling to the bed. He positions himself between your legs, resting his weight on one arm as his free hand strokes himself as he presses his tip to your entrance. He slides back into you in one swift movement, a little harder than you were expecting.

A groan leaves his chest as he starts to snap his hips into you, releasing all of the pent up energy residing in his muscles. The darkness has returned to his eyes, and you know this is what he has needed the entire night, you just like this.

“Is this– Is this what you think about when I’m on stage?” he asks.

“You fucking me? Yeah, baby. Just like this. Think about this when I’m home without you. Think about this when you’re gone for too long, especially late at night when I’m all alone,” you answer, your words broken by his harsh thrusts.

“Yeah? You think about how I fuck that guitar like it’s you? You think about how I have to fuck my hand in the shower while I imagine this pussy?” he continues, his hips starting to falter.

“Yeah baby, fucking miss you when you’re gone,” you whine, “But I fucking love watching you play. I’ve never been more proud of you baby, you are everything…”

“Oh, fuck…” he whines, his cock twitching inside you as he fights off his release.

“You’re amazing Jake, so talented, so fucking sexy. I love you so much. You’re all mine, aren’t you baby… Tell me, tell me you’re mine and I’m yours.”

He snaps his hips hard into you, the sound echoing off the walls, “Yeah you’re fuckin’ mine, and god damnit if you don’t own me. I’m yours, I’m yours…”

“Yeah, yeah you’re mine, my fucking rockstar, my baby. Keep fucking me like that Jake, I’m gonna cum for you.”

A groan leaves his chest as he pushes you over the edge, your body tightening and convulsing around him as your cries fill the room.

“Y/N, fuck, I–”

“Please baby,” you whine.

“I’m there, I–”

“I think I’m ovulating, you have to pull out,” you urge, disappointment thick in your voice.

“What if, fuck, fuck, what if I didn’t?” he asks, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of clarity.

“You want to have a fucking baby?” you ask, completely shocked.

“With you? Fuck yeah I do. Want everything with you,” he confirms. “‘M not gonna last baby, fucking, hurry. Yes or no.”

“You’re serious,” Your eyes search his, looking for any shred of doubt, but all you see is love. Pure love and adoration. How could you ever deny him anything? You want this, you’ve always known that, and tonight maybe his life isn't the only one that will change.

“But the band, and you just–”

“Tonight showed me that the things I was always afraid of really aren’t so scary,” he admits. “I want a sweet little girl to come home to that looks just like you. I want this if you do, and I really, really hope you do.”

“Do it,” you answer, nodding your head. “Let’s fucking do it.”

“Yeah? Gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me put a baby in you?” he asks, delivering a sharp thrust. Your nails are raking down his back as he presses his lips to yours as you nod your head.

“Do it, Jake. Please, give me everything. I want it. I want you,” you beg.

“All I ever wanted,” he says, burying himself inside of you as he lets go. His face is twisted up in ecstasy, his hot cum filling you with every thrust of his hips.

“I love you, Y/N.” he pants, his body softening over yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“I love you, Jake. I love you so, so much.”

“You think we did it?” he asks, pulling away from your lips. “You think we made a baby?”

“Don’t know, maybe. I kinda hope so,” you blush.

“I mean it, I want it. These last few years with you have been everything to me. Tonight was just… Everything is finally right. Everything is perfect.”

“Hell of a story to tell when they grow up,” you laugh.

“And they will be perfect, just like you.”

“You are perfect,” you smile, pressing your lips to his. “Though, there is one really huge problem.”

His brow furrows as he looks at you, his face growing serious, “What?”

“Oliver hates babies,” you giggle.

“Oh, um, not this one, he told me,” he answers, taking on the accent once again.

“You sure?” you laugh, smiling into his lips.

“Never been more sure, love. Let’s go to sleep.”

“I’m proud of you Jake, really.” you admit, turning to look at him. “You were made for this. All of this.”

He grins bashfully as he pulls you close, “You think so?”

“Never been more sure.”

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