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Howwww did I miss this one?! I love this one

Unlikely of Places Summary: Pre-show run around the venue leads to a relief Jake so desperately needs.

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!reader Warnings: 18+ !! || Language. Smut. Oral sex (m receiving). Thigh riding. Foreplay?? Allusion to penetrative sex. (let me know if I missed anything so I can add it) A/N: Hi. Did you miss me?

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You knew he was running around the arena when you spotted his casual clothes folded neatly on the couch in his dressing room with his boots placed side by side on the floor. He usually does this if he has the time. Clips his phone to his arm, puts in his earbuds to listen to music or if he’s in the mood for it, he’ll choose a podcast or an audiobook. Most times you can hear the music blaring from his earbuds when he gets back.

No wonder his hearing isn’t the best. Loud music and he refuses to wear his ‘in ears’ when he’s on stage. You constantly have to keep reminding him to do so but he’ll just remind you too that he loves to hear the screams and the loud music, sometimes forgetting–or choosing to forget–about the pyrotechnics.

Your mind swirled as you imagined what he might look like right now.

His grey athletic shorts that stopped mid thigh and a white tank top that was usually soaked through with sweat.

You bit your lip at the image of his nipples showing the wet fabric. You refused to think about what shows in his shorts. Happens every now and then after he runs. When you’re not there, he takes care of it himself in the shower. Why does that happen? You have no clue. He won't tell you. Just simply smirks and plops down on the nearest seating option waiting for you.

Today was no different. He had at least two hours in between soundcheck and rehearsal, and with no interviews scheduled or any updating for the band’s socials, he was free. One of which he spent running. The arena was big enough for that, especially with the multiple levels.

Stairs.

Just thinking of running up different flights of stairs to get to the next level makes you winded. Impresses you that he can do it. But he will run anywhere and everywhere.

Except outside.

If he does happen to go outside, he stays within the gates by the buses and runs around the perimeter of the small space, sometimes using the buses as obstacles to run around. You spotted him once, doing figure eights around the two buses and he’d smirk at you as he ran past you, stopping just long enough to give you a quick kiss on the cheek and continuing on his way back inside.

Moving his clothes from the couch to the coffee table, you flop down on it, crossing your legs at your ankles and resting your head back on your arms. You glance quickly at your watch.

Only twenty minutes left and he’ll be back.

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You must have fallen asleep because you didn't even hear him come back to the room. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before whisking a towel off the table and sitting down on the opposite end of the couch.

“How was your run?” You ask, stretching as you sit up.

“It was great.” He says, pulling out his earbuds. You could hear voices speaking from them so you knew he was listening to an audiobook today.

“What book are you listening to?”

“I caved..” He says, his brows perking. “I listened to the one you’ve been reading for the past week.”

“Oh?” You lean closer to him. “I thought you said you didn't read smut?”

“I was…curious.”

“Curious, huh?” You softly run your hand over his thigh, his shorts lightly soaked from his sweat. You coast your fingers over the evident bulge beneath his shorts. “Is that what has you hard this time?”

“Maybe..” He says, glancing down at the placement of your hand. “I learned quickly why you enjoy those books so much.”

You giggle and lean over to kiss his cheek. “I always imagine them as you.” You tell him as you cup him gently in your hand.

His eyes close and he leans his head back against the couch. “Do you?” He bites into his bottom lip, stifling the moan that so desperately wants to be free.

“Of course I do.. Makes it easier to enjoy imagining you doing all of those things to me.”

He can’t stop the next moan as you begin to rotate your wrist, the friction of the fabric of his shorts rubbing against his dick. His left hand clenches the arm of the couch while the other is seeking its path between your thighs, wanting to give you your own pleasures. You could feel his fingers through the soft fabric of your leggings.

But this was about him, not you.

You gently remove his hand, his eyes peeling open to look at you.

“Baby..”

You shake your head. “This is your time to feel good. Relieve some tension before the show.” He sighs, giving in, and relaxes back into the couch. “That’s my good boy.” You whisper in his ear. You see the goosebumps rise on his skin and you smile.

Removing your hand from between his lap, he groans and lifts his head. “Lift your hips..” You tell him, tapping the side of his left thigh. He does as you tell him, lifting himself high enough off the couch so you can peel his sweaty shorts down his hips.

That’s when you come to find out he chose to go commando today. Your mouth drops open and he smirks.

“Seemed like a day to be risky..” He says. “I even went outside..”

“Jacob..” You playfully scold. He simply chuckles, laying his head back against the couch once more with a grin plastered on his face.

Getting back to the task at hand, you reach for a clean towel and wrap it around his dick and wipe it clean from the sweat. “That is so soft..” He comments. You giggle, setting the towel aside and replacing it with your own hand. “Ohh but that feels so much better.” He says, squirming slightly.

You let go briefly, pressing your hands against his thighs to keep him still. “Stay still.” You demand, looking up at him. He glances at you from beneath his lashes. You could barely make out what his eyes looked like but they looked dark from what you could see.

You wink at him, massaging your thumbs into his thighs, the same way he does it with you. He moans again, tightening his grips on the arm of the couch.

“Now I understand why you like it so much when I do it.”

You lean over slowly, gently placing a tender kiss to his shaft. He flinches slightly, gasping at the sudden touch. You kiss up his length and suck lightly on the head, making him moan once more. You pull off and he groans, his left hand curling into a fist at his side.

“Y/N..”

“Just be patient..” You say as you slide your hands down his thighs again.

He chewed on his lip again, knee beginning to bounce from anticipation. You pressed your hand against his knee, holding it down firmly to keep him still.

“Stop moving..”

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” He says. “But dammit baby, you’re driving me crazy here. I need to feel your mouth wrapped around me. I need it.”

“And you will,” You tell him. “In due time..”

He nods his head, letting it fall back to rest against the couch once more. He closed his eyes again and let out a relaxed breath, trying to center himself.

Once you knew that he was, you continued what you were doing. You kissed his thighs, feeling his muscles clench beneath your lips and your other hand that gently squeezed his thigh.

“Have I ever told you that I absolutely love your thighs?”

He scoffs, bringing his hand to rest over yours. “Yeah? Even though they aren't as muscular as Danny’s?”

“This isn’t about Danny,” You say looking up at him.

“Oh please, I’ve seen the way you look at him when he shows up wearing those short shorts.”

“Yeah well,” You squeeze his thighs the best you can within your hands. “I like yours better. They’re bigger.. And you know I like things…big.” You glance at his dick, still hard and looking desperate, just like Jake’s face.

“I know you do.” He states matter-of-factly.

You giggle, continuing your light massage up his thighs, digging your thumbs into his skin. His moans fill the room again as you get closer to his dick again. His breathing intensified just slightly as he watched you through hooded eyes, his mouth falling open.

Finally the moment he’s desperately and agonizingly waiting for comes and he can feel your lips wrap around him again. The warmth spread down his cock and filled him with such pleasure.

“That’s it baby..” He says, moaning as you take him further into your mouth. “Right there.. Fuck..” Your hands never stopped massaging his thighs as you bobbed up and down, flatting your tongue against his shaft to take him even further.

You could feel his muscles clenching again, just picturing his toes curling inside of his tennis shoes. That image alone, knowing you were pleasing him, had your moaning around his cock, sending vibrations into him. He moans again, the hand that rested at his side flying to your head and curling into a fist around your hair.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me..” He’s cut off by another moan, eyes rolling as he feels himself poke the back of your throat. “Holy shit..”

You keep working at him, bobbing your head, sucking tightly, swirling your tongue. You can feel his thighs clench once more, this time so tightly you just knew he's coming soon.

“Shit.. Shit.. Baby.. I have to.. God I have to..”

You squeeze his thighs and seconds later you hear him cursing above you before filling your mouth. You swallow every drop of it, swirling your tongue around his shaft and tip cleaning up every last bit he had to release. His thighs were still clenched, his jaw clenched as well, as his eyes focused solely on the ceiling. His chest heaved and he finally looked down at you.

“I could have done without the run..” He says. “That was so much better.”

“Yeah?” You say as you stand to your feet. You swing a leg over one of his thighs. His brows perk up.

“Are you..”

You nod your head, grinding your hips down on his thigh.

“God woman..”

You giggle, leaning over to kiss him. “I have a thing for your thighs.”

He chuckles, kissing you again. He lifts up his wrist, looking at the time on his watch. “I’ve still got time..” He says, glancing back at you before looking at your hips as you continue grinding on his thigh. “Good thing I locked the door too.”

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