#GVF One Shot

[gretavanlace]

Sugar II (part 8)

Jake Kizska x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: adult content, language, brief illusions to sex, angst, jealousy, etc.

Only two chapters to go and an epilogue, everyone. I’m so grateful that you have taken this little journey with me. Thank you so much for all your kind words, support, and care. You’re all so wonderful ❤️

“Oh my god, Jake,” your eyes are darting around the room like a mouse with a rabid alley cat slinking, famished and cruel, into its path.

Your unease trumps his delighted gloating instantly, “What do you want me to do, sugar? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

When you steal a glance at the window, longing to climb out and disappear, he hops on the train of your thought process right away, “You want me to duck out?”

You know Jake through and through, and staring into his eyes as your heart drums paranoid vibrations into your rib cage, you’re stunned to watch him offer to give up this chance to square off with whom he has come to see as his most bitter rival. That he would do that for you? That all you would have to do is ask and he would crawl out and wander off into the golden afternoon sunshine like an afterthought…

You really do own his whole heart, you realize at the most inopportune of moments. Your grip on his soul is just as tight as his fingers have always clawed down inside yours…fierce and beautiful in their unrelenting grip.

But haven’t you always known? Hasn’t it always been written across his skin? Etched in his gaze? Sculpted into the bow of his lips when he whispers your name? Evident in his touch?

“No,” you shake your head, willing the mess inside of it to go away, rejecting the thought of him leaving. You want him near, you need him near. To let him go right now, even for a second, seems an agonizing punishment that you cannot bear to suffer. No matter the consequences.

“Stay. But please…” you rush over to him, helping him to his feet while stealing glances at the doorway, “Please just behave and follow my lead, okay? Please?”

”Normally, I like it when you use your manners,” he sighs, smoothing out his clothes, as well as a lock of your hair that has fluttered out of place, “But that’s too many pleases and you look petrified. Why?” His voice is suddenly intense yet careful, as is his grip on your arm, “Does he hurt you?”

They idea is entirely laughable, but there’s no time for that, so you brush him off with a swipe of your hand and a flippant, “Don’t be stupid, Jake.”

Without allowing yourself to think it through, you begin ushering him down the hall towards the front room, but what will you find there? Doom or salvation?

How will these pieces fall together? Something solid and heavy in your heart tells you Jake will do as you have asked and play nice, but another facet buried even deeper inside is rocked with anxiety and screaming that it’s only wishful thinking to believe such a fairytale.

”Hey hon,” jovially rings out as he steps in through the garage, “I saw your car! We’re both home early? Looks like the universe knew how much I missed you!”

Jake turns to catch your eye as you shove him along, but you refuse to meet his gaze. You're unsure of what you’ll find there and this isn’t the time for uncertainties.

Would you find sadness threatening to roll hot tears down his cheeks? Anger threatening to boil over in his fiery chocolate irises? Accusation and resentment for what you’re about to subject him to?

Oh god, you can’t do this! Suddenly, and absurdly, you wish you could fade into the gentle, lush, green paint that you had once rolled upon the hallway walls, paying meticulous attention to detail. Build this home, had been the plan…bury him away under paint and sanded cabinets. Art perched on the walls and throw pillows piled on the bed.

You’d love to disappear and leave them perplexed and confused, wondering what became of you. To vanish into nothing like a dust mote blown away upon the lightest, softest breeze.

You’re a coward.

While your thoughts are busy with that, Jake’s are grappling with each other. Tangled up and struggling. He’d very much like to stomp into the front room and shut this man up. With his booming voice calling out how much he’s missed you like he has some claim over you. Like you’re his. Like he doesn’t understand that you could never really be anyone’s because you’re much too good for this whole goddamn world. That you’re precious, like the rarest of stones and anyone who is lucky enough to hold you in their palm should fall on their knees in thanks.

He sounds so fucking common. Does he think you’re common as well? Jake can’t stomach the thought.

So, yes, he’d like to stroll into the room, casual as you please, and announce that he is taking you away from this ridiculous illusion where you play house and pretend to be satisfied. He longs to tell him how he’s made love to you, how he’s fucked you. How you’ve begged for him and swore no one could ever be him. Jake wants to tell him that the ring he put on your finger has been in his mouth, that he spat it out and you didn’t even care. That you hardly even noticed. Jake would almost kill to watch Mr. Wonderful’s face crumple in defeat and loss…

But he loves you far too much, and to say all those things would hurt you, too.

Scar your heart he will not.

He’s shrugging off his suit blazer when you both appear. It’s a mundane action, one that repeats itself nearly every evening, but you stand still and shellshocked, unable to jolt yourself into some semblance of normalcy until Jake subtly nudges you with a ginger elbow.

“Hi,” you begin, a touch too loudly, “Yeah, you’re early! I actually didn’t end up going to work today. Old friend in town. We went to the movies. And then we came here. He wanted to see the house. I…I told him about it. I was just giving him the tour.”

You sound robotic and ridiculous, but he doesn’t appear to notice. Rather, he looks delighted when his eyes land on Jake and recognition settles in.

”Ah, I know you!” He laughs, marching forward with an outstretched hand. “The almost brother in law. Good to finally meet you.”

His grasp on Jake’s hand is strong and sure as he pumps it up and down. The genuine gladness in his gesture makes you want to tear your own hair out in penance.

Or is it the ‘almost brother in law’ moniker that has made you nauseous?

Yes, that’s what you boiled Jacob down to. You had held nothing back about your relationship with Josh…but Jake? You just couldn’t. To speak of him, to share him that way…it had seemed incomprehensible. And how could you ever put it into words, anyway? How could anyone ever understand what he was to you? What he is to you? No, it had seemed best to keep him locked away, silent and safe in your memories. Tucked away in your heart. The boy in the bubble.

Jake’s face is unreadable as he sizes up this opponent before him. This rival who has just unknowingly stepped into the ring. This blissfully unaware adversary. He is a doe who has wandered idly into the path of a dangerously ravenous mountain lion, and he doesn’t even know it. Ignorance really does seem like bliss in this moment, and you long for it.

“Yes, the almost brother in law,” his tone is slightly clipped, but no one, aside from you - and perhaps his brothers - would ever notice. “That’s me. And you are?”

Here we go. He’s going to love this.

They drop hands and a friendly clap lands on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m Jake, too. What are the odds?”

A sharp, satisfied laugh bursts out of Jake, head tipped back, adam’s apple bobbing gleefully, and you long to tell the smug bastard to just shut the hell up, but it’s over quickly enough.

”Yes,” he sighs, with a shake of his head that ends in his eyes blazing holes into your soul, “What are the odds?”

”’Course this one over here calls me by my middle name, James. Says it fits me. No one else does, though, so choice is yours. Man, it’s so great to finally meet you.” He’s prattling on now, never having met a stranger, “You know we’ve got all your work over there in the case. You’re a hell of a guitar player. I tried to learn in high school, mostly to impress girls…never could get it. Anyway…”

Jake is eyeing him like he doesn’t know what to make of this man standing there, cordial and warm, tossing out compliments and bids for conversation.

His eyes are traveling over this unfamiliar being, now so tangible and real, who has had his hands all over you. Who has had his mouth pressed to your precious body, who has whispered against your skin, who has made love to you in the still of the night, and held you, and rested beside you, breathing in tandem. Who has gotten down on one knee and asked you to be his wife.

And you said yes...you said yes.

He wants to hurt him. Both physically and emotionally. He wants to level him. To crush him into nothing. And though this Jake, James, or whatever his name is, isn’t to blame, he wants it all the same. He wishes he could lure him into his palm like a revolting insect and squeeze until he was no more than something vile to be wiped away with a Kleenex.

Instead, he tilts his head in the direction of the vinyls and shrugs off the accolades, “Fuckin’ Zeppelin cover band.”

James laughs uproariously and gestures into the room welcomingly, “Why are we all standing around like this? Have a seat…please. Make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink? Water? A beer? Whiskey? I know it’s early, but special occasions call for special circumstances, I always say.”

Eyes on you, he shrugs out a response that would be lost on anybody but you, “I’ll have what you’re having.”

Once you’re alone for a moment, he shakes his head with a gorgeous, if not self-satisfied, smirk sparking to life upon his face. “His name is Jake? Oh, sugar…” he’s laughing softly now, and sinking down into the cushions of the couch, “creature of habit, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

”Shut up!” You hiss, eyes flickering towards the kitchen doorway, “Coincidence. That’s all. Don’t be so fucking full of yourself. Now, please just be nice.”

He quiets down, drawing the back of his forefinger beneath his eye dramatically as if he has laughed himself to tears, “I’m being very nice and you know it. Don’t push it.”

You sit, as far away from him as the couch will allow, but instantly he’s leaned in close. “What do you think he would do if I got down on my knees right here and buried my face in that gorgeous little cunt of yours? Showed him how it’s really done.”

”Jacob!” You barely make a sound as you admonish him with a clipped shove to settle him.

He slinks back into his seat with another laughing shake of his head, “This is perfect.”

”I hate you.” You lie.

”Sure you do, sugar,” he winks, crossing his legs to get comfy, “Sure you do. Almost brother in law, huh? Is that what I’ve been reduced to?”

He’s still chuckling quietly to himself while a strange mix of panic and tears begins to churn around inside of you like a slow moving summer storm. He’s gearing up, you can feel it, and the thought of it all is too much, your metaphorical knees are beginning to shake. This could end so, so badly.

“Later, Jake…” you’re beseeching without shame, pleading with your watery gaze. “We’ll talk about it later. Please just stop.”

His palm cradles your cheek so softly you wonder if anyone has ever touched someone as gently as he touches you, “Settle down, baby. I won’t make trouble for you.”

How laughable that he can’t seem to recognize that you’ve brought this trouble on all by yourself. No help needed.

He has moved to create a respectable distance between the two of you by the time James is sweeping back into the room bearing a tray flush with drinks and snacks.

”Here, sweetie,” he drops a kiss upon the top of your head, presenting a glass. “Made you a mimosa…I know you like to keep it light through the week.”

You somehow manage a thank you and sip at the sweet, bubbly mix, praying it calms your frayed nerves.

”For us,” he extends the tray and you watch as Jake plucks a low ball glass from it, “bourbon. Unless you’d rather browse the bar. Plenty to choose from.”

”Bourbon is fantastic,” Jake nips at his glass. “Thank you.”

There is a palpable disdain hovering around Jake like a murky aura, but there is heartbreak there too. Aching and black. Heavy and weighing down the light that normally follows him around like a strange shadow…and you’d give anything to take it away.

For just a breath, you intend to do just that. To rise to your feet and stomp all over James’ open, trusting heart. To tell him the truth. To tell him you’re leaving. You nearly take Jake by the hand and drag him towards the door and leave everything else behind without explanation…simply to end his suffering.

Your lips nearly part to say the words when you’re cut off.

“Oh. I almost forgot,” James leans forward in his chair and grabs for your hand, absently running his thumb against your own, “Erin called. She said you guys had a great time the other day, said you’d planned something for this weekend? Wedding planning?”

Erin. His sister. You’ve grown close but it wouldn’t hurt to leave her behind. It wouldn’t even sting…not for Jake.

You squeeze his hand with a tiny smile and fight rolling nausea at the mere mention of the wedding in Jake’s presence. From the corner of your eye, you watch him tense, but he recovers quickly and drains his glass to the dredges in one pull.

”Well,” suddenly, he’s on his feet. “I’ve taken enough of your time today. It was good to see you.” His eyes are unreadable and shift quickly away from your own. “James, good to meet you and thank you for the hospitality.”

”Don’t run off on my account,” James is on his feet now as well, “We’d love to have you stay for dinner. I make a mean chicken Kiev, and…”

”No,” Jake interrupts, gaze jumping towards the door as if he can’t get away fast enough. “I’ve got a flight to catch in just a few hours, need to head back…you know how it goes.”

He sounds ineloquent and so unlike himself… and you can feel it - his heartbreak - in your bones as though you’ve crawled inside his body and curled up beside it like a clinging lover.

“Jake,” you can’t seem to move from your seat, your body uncooperative and rebellious, “Your car is still at the theater, let me drive you…”

”Drive me?” He is staring at you, white hot and desperate…the mask is finally slipping. He has played pretend all he can for the day. “And then what?”

”And then…” again, you are a coward. A fucking coward. “I don’t know. What do you mean, and then?”

The room is silent for a beat - with words unspoken crashing into the space between yourself and Jake, and James struggling to understand this strange exchange.

With the slightest nod of his head, Jacob silently encourages you. Urges you. Come with me, sugar…it seems to say, come home.

But still you sit, frozen and paralyzed. A horrified doe staring down the hunter’s muzzle.

Another nod, clipped and more obvious this time, responds to your inaction. “I’ll walk. Again, thank you for having me.”

The door closes behind him in a blink, and he is gone. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve imagined him completely…

Looking down at your shaking hands in your lap, you realize you never even made it to your feet. You sat, unmoving, and watched him go.

~

Hours later, you’re standing outside an unfamiliar door, anxiously clutching at the straps of the bag tossed over your shoulder.

And when that unfamiliar door swings open, your heart unclenches, for there he stands. Showered, smelling of soap and warmth, hair curled into dampened, loose ringlets, beat to hell jeans riding low on his hips.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “If it isn’t Mrs. Wonderful…”

“Hi,” it comes out meek and small, but flush full of the comfort that is being near him.

”How’d you find me?” His arms cross loosely, with a faded smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

”Were you hiding?” Why hasn’t he turned to lead you in?

”From you, pretty girl?” He scoffs as if the very idea is preposterous. “Never.”

Yet, on he stands as though barring your entrance…as though he intends to send you on your way any moment.

”I called Josh,” you offer, wringing at your bag’s handles idly, simply for something to do with your hands. “He told me where you were staying.” Your gaze skitters over the house. “It’s nice. Cozy.”

He nods, “Airbnb. You mentioned something about us always being in hotels, before. I thought, if there was a chance I’d be hosting you, you might like something a little more…domestic. Though, I see now that you have plenty of that going for you already, right? Domesticity?”

“Do I deserve that?”

His shoulders hunch inwardly slightly, he knows you’re right, and he knows he’s being a bit of an asshole as well. “No, I suppose you don’t.”

”Are you going to invite me in? I feel a little stupid standing out here.” Vulnerability seems of such insignificance when it is Jacob in question. He knows your bare soul so well anyway.

Still, he allows you to dangle on his string, twisting languidly in the soft, evening breeze. “Why’d you call Josh to find me? Why not just call me? Missing my better half now that you’ve had a bit of fun with me?”

Now there’s a slight irritation traipsing along your nerves, and damned if you’re going to mask it. “Alright, either let me in or tell me to go to hell. I’m not going to beg for your good graces.”

”Are you coming in to stay? Or are you here to say goodbye? Because my heart has had enough for one day.”

”Oh, fuck off, Jacob.” You huff, pushing past him into the house. You slump your bag off your shoulder and onto the floor and then turn on him. “Sorry to have interrupted your pity party, but what did you think was going to happen today? Did you think it was going to be spectacular and wonderful to walk around in the life that I live with someone else? You practically fucked me in the bedroom I share with him. You lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree when you realized he was home. You wanted this, and you know what I think your problem is? I think you liked him.”

”Fuck you!” He slams the door closed and looks you over like you’ve lost your mind entirely. “You think I liked him? I couldn’t give a fuck less about him. He made my skin crawl. Do you know what it was like for me to watch him touch you? The way he looked at you…”

He falls silent and suddenly refuses to meet your eyes, and your heart breaks right alongside his.

Tentatively, you reach out and rest your palm against his cheek, “The way he looked at me doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It never really has.”

His hand floats up to meet yours, “He looked at you with so much love. Like he would give you the entire world. It made me feel not good enough. It made me feel like I should leave and let it be. Like I was wrong for showing up and rattling your whole life around.”

You’re backing him up against the door now, his gorgeous, stricken face held fast in your sure and gentle hands. “Not good enough? You? Oh, Jakey…” you pet at his face worshipfully, “We have a garden, remember? And you help me harvest, and I know you feed me those tiny tomatoes I like. You know? The little yellow ones? And they’re all gone before we even get inside.”

He’s nodding along as you pepper kisses upon his cheeks and forehead.

“And we have a porch swing, and a piano, and beautiful babies, and a cat…and you sing to us, and love us hard every single minute of every single day. And you make us so, so happy. And I wake up every morning with a smile on my face because I packed this stupid bag,” your foot darts out and kicks it, “and shoved my way inside when you refused to invite me in.”

”Don't say things you don’t mean, sugar…” his hands are in your hair now, guiding your mouth to his own so that he can lick inside it. He needs to taste you - needs to feel the silken velvet of your tongue, “I can’t take it, baby.”

You’re breathing each other's breath, lips like feathers dancing together soft and sweet, holding on to one another as if you might both just vanish into nothing in an instant, “I mean it, Jake…” you promise, “I mean it. You are everything,”

You can almost hear the pounding of his heart as the heat of his need begins to radiate and warm you, “Because I can’t stand the thought of leaving, of thinking you’ll follow, only for you to change your mind. It would kill me, sugar. So, please don’t say these things to me if you—“

You silence him with a deep, feverish kiss and then break away, forehead to forehead, “I’m not following later. I’m coming with you. This is where I am now…with you.”

Tears well in his eyes and spill over, hot and saline, as you lick and kiss them away. “I love you, pretty girl…” it chokes out of him, rasping as he swallows thickly, “I love you so fucking much. I’ve imagined this moment in so many different ways, but it was never as perfect as this. Tell me you know how much I love you.”

”I know, and I—“ it is he who interrupts with a desperate kiss this time.

And you know that later he will ask, and when he asks you will tell him what was said back at that house that broke his heart in two - how you ended things with the one who really never mattered at all…

…but for now all that matters is the taste of him on your lips. His air-drying hair looped through your searching fingers. Your hearts and lungs syncing, with his tears like brackish diamonds in your stomach because you have finally swallowed his sorrow and unburdened him from it.

He seems lighter in your arms already…closer now to the sun than he had ever been to the moon before.

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[blacksmokebarbarians]

Drowse

a/n: here’s a short little blurb that i finished up today! it may not be for everyone, but it’s a bit of a different take than what i’ve seen recently!

ship: danny wagner x fem!reader

warnings: mdni!!! unprotected sex (y’all know better), somno, praise, mild cnc?, daddy kink, cockwarming

word count: 813

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You watched as his chest rose and fell in a peaceful drowse, his hands draped lazily against your waist. Although Danny rested comfortably, it was a different story for you.

Instead, you had awoken to yourself drenched— a haze of your previous dream still drifted over you.

His touch, his words; it was all so intense. It felt so real, yet it was just out of your grasp.

The feeling of his hips pressed gently against the curve of your ass didn’t help to lessen your growing desire. It was torturous.

You knew you should go back to sleep. Forget the dream, cuddle up close to him, and maybe you’d laugh about it in the morning.

Instead, you found yourself rolling your hips ever so slowly, attempting to find some sort of relief. You bit your lip, a shaken breath washing over your body.

You could feel him stirring, his hands pulling you closer. Fuck.

Squeezing your legs together, you pressed against him gently.

“Baby?” Danny croaked softly, his eyes heavy as he glanced down to you. “Everything okay..?”

You hesitated, tensing as you heard his voice. “Yeah.. Yeah, I’m okay..”

Shifting away from him ever so slightly, you tried to appear inconspicuous, although, that only gave you away more. Danny pulled you back towards him, your bodies pressed together gently. “You didn’t think I’d feel you pressing up against me, baby?” He hummed sleepily, his hands resting on your hips.

“What do you mean?” You asked shyly, attempting to play it off. He pressed a gentle kiss onto your shoulder, still lost in a dreamlike state.

“Honey, It’s okay..” He rested his head against your shoulder, his hand sliding from your hip to beneath your waistband, finding its way to your panties.

You shuddered as Danny’s fingers met with the fabric, tracing over your clit from the other side of the lace. “Oh, baby, you’re soaked..”

It was true— and the worst part? Your arousal only grew with his touch. You leaned into him, pressing your lips together, stifling a moan from leaving your lips.

He pushed the lace to the side, his middle finger sliding through your folds before meeting with your clit, rubbing slow circles into it. As you pushed back into him, you could feel his length hardening as he explored your pleasures.

As his movements found a faster speed, your lips trembled with hushed moans. The dark room soon became heated with your bodies as the two of you searched for pleasure within eachother.

Soon enough, Danny had stopped his rapid pace beneath your pants, only to slide them off of you. He stripped his own off, desperate to feel the way you’d feel on his cock.

Pushing your top leg upward, he guided his member to your entrance, pushing through your warmth eagerly before gently sliding himself into you with a low groan.

“Is this okay..?” He asked, his hands now finding their way to fondle your breasts. With a rushed nod, you rolled your hips forward, a whine slipping out from you.

His hips began to rock into you, the feeling of his thrusts causing a shock to waver through your system. His hand reached forward once more, finding its way back to your clitoris.

“Fuck, baby.. You’re so fucking wet..” He moaned, pulling you even closer than before.

His thrusts, although tired, found themselves reaching a quickening pace. He pounded into you, causing you to whimper with each passing movement.

“Oh my god.. Please, Daddy.. faster..please, please..” You begged, your fists gripping the sheets beneath you.

“You’re such a good girl.. You’re doing so well for me, baby.. Such a good fucking slut.” He writhed, placing kisses against your neck as he listened to your cries.

“Please, Daddy! Please, it feels so fucking good..”

Just hearing your voice was enough for his eager thrusts to hasten. His hands fell into a faster rhythm, as well, causing you to squirm

As his speed grew, your orgasm came closer to your reach. His moans sent you over the edge, causing you to rasp a churr of moans, your body convulsing as the pleasure finally took hold

“That’s it, baby. You look so fucking pretty when you cum..”

Just as your orgasm concluded, his began. Filling the room with his moans, his warm seed filled you as his thrusts came to a slow. Sweat beaded your skin as the two of you settled, keeping close to eachother.

“My god, Danny..” You droned, your legs shaking as you settled into his embrace. The two of you stayed still for what seemed like an eternity, until he finally pulled himself out.

“You did so well, babygirl.. So, so well..” He insisted, enclosing your bodies under the sheets.

“Now, get some rest..”

[seenoversundown]

Playmaker

You already know I'm thirsty for the boys playing hockey. This time, it's Sam's turn 😈

Warnings: Smut. So much Smut. (F receiving, penetration)

Word Count: 5.4k

I watch as number six whips by my seat towards the opponent's goal with the puck. The buzzer goes off not even thirty seconds later, followed by the announcer over the speakers and the roaring crowd.  

“Defenseman Sam Kiszka with the goal!”

My heart pounds like a bass drum in my chest for my favorite player. For every home game the team has, I’m present in my season pass seats. 

Tonight though, tonight is different. 

As part of an agreement with a foundation the team is partnered with, the hockey players are taking some season pass holders out after the game. I’m still not over the shock of the email I got earlier this week sending me instructions for later on. The game continues well into the third period as my heart continues to race. 

Sam assists with three more goals, ultimately winning the team the game for the evening and securing their place in the Stanley Cup Finals. The home crowd is unruly at this point, it's getting harder and harder to hear my own thoughts.

My body moves on autopilot as I swim through the excited fans. The closer I get to the place where I’m going to meet Sam and the other players that are coming out tonight, the faster my heart goes. 

I’ve had these season tickets for two years now. I wasn’t going to get them again after me and my ex broke up, but I found that I actually enjoyed hockey. Guess I can give my ex credit for one thing, and one thing alone. Can’t give him too much credit, that big head of his will explode.

 I shake it off, not needing to think about him tonight and instead refocus my thoughts on number six. 

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I’m sitting in a room with a few other winners for tonight while we wait for the players to shower. The jittery nerves of all of us fill the air as we talk about our favorite players and the game tonight.

“I can’t believe our goalie got a shut-out tonight,” the girl on my left says. I’m just about to agree with her, about how the shots were whipping through air faster than I could see - but then the man on my right chimes in.

“Do you even know what a shut-out is? Or are you just repeating the announcer from tonight?” He says with a scoff. 

“What the fuck is your issue, dude?” I say as I turn my whole body to him. Before I can continue a deep voice from the door cuts me off. 

“What she said. Honestly, I have no patience for this shit tonight. You can leave.” 

All three of us turn to face Sam standing in the doorway, arms crossed. He looks smaller without his padding on, but he’s still extremely intimidating with his presence. 

“I..I, come on man, it was a joke.” The man’s frantic eyes pan over to me and the girl he just insulted moments ago. Desperation rolls off of him in waves.  “Right?” 

“Didn’t sound like a joke to me, now leave.” Danny, the goalie, appears behind Sam. 

Two of them in the doorway is definitely enough for the man to listen and scurry out of the room. He keeps his head down as he sheepishly walks between the two players out of the room. Now all that’s left is me, and the mystery girl to my right. I try not to focus on that too hard. 

“Now that that's over with,” Danny continues, “let us introduce ourselves. I’m Danny, and my buddy here is Sam.” He hooks a quick arm around Sam’s shoulders and pulls him in close, Sam doesn’t look very amused. 

“My name is Faye.” 

“And I’m Y/N.” 

A wicked grin appears on Danny’s face. “Faye, Y/N.. Are you ready to party like we just got our slot in the finals?” 

Both of us jump to our feet to follow them out to the car that’s waiting for us. Danny motions to have us go out the door first, and as I pass the threshold I feel a large hand on the small of my back. I look up to see Sam next to me, guiding me through the hallway. 

“It’s about to get hectic for a moment, just stick with me.” He says. His voice is low, his breath tickles my ear. 

I glance behind us and see Danny intertwined with a giddy Faye. Her arm is firmly planted on his bicep while his other hand comes up to cover hers. Faye’s bubbly personality is infectious, as I find myself leaning into Sam’s touch. 

He was right, it is pandemonium when we step out into the garage to get into our waiting SUV. The yells of reporters become blurred as we basically run to the open door of the car. 

“Sam! How does it feel to have so many assists?! And even a goal!”

“Another shut-out Danny?! How do you keep doing that?!” 

“The Stanley Cup Finals!!” 

The door to the SUV finally shuts and the reporters are nothing but a muffled noise. Looking around inside, the vehicle we’re in is overly spacious. Sam and I have a complete row to ourselves while in front of us sit Faye and Danny in a row of their own. 

The way Sam settles into his seat with comfortable confidence is hard not to watch. He immediately looks at home in the back seat and stretches his legs out in front of him. His knee softly hits mine and I can’t tear my eyes away from the unintended contact. Quickly, I look up to Faye, as if she can feel the sudden rush of heat to my lower belly. She’s leaning in and laughing with Danny, so definitely not. My eyes go back to our knees. 

Sam’s not saying much of anything, just sitting with his arms crossed behind his head, eyes closed. Blissfully unaware of how I’m reacting to this situation, which is not graceful whatsoever. I tell myself no, no, no as I let my eyes slowly graze over his body. It isn’t until my eyes reach his playful smirk that I notice his eyes flutter open. 

“Enjoying what you see?” Sam mutters quietly so only I can hear, but that doesn’t stop the heat from racing to my cheeks. “No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. I like what I see.” Sam’s eyes rake down my body and I almost feel naked from it. “I’ll make sure you’re warm enough tonight,” he says gesturing to my outfit. “Although if you could stand the rink wearing that, you should be fine in the December weather.” 

He’s kind of right, I have been on the verge of freezing all night. But how do you come dressed for a night out when you have to attend a hockey game first? My thigh high boots leave a couple inches before my sweater dress covers the rest. Usually, I’d wear Sam’s jersey and some leggings to the game, but my friend warned me about looking like a “puck bunny” and now.. here we are. 

Before I can respond the SUV comes to a stop and Danny turns to face us. “Ready to go have some fun?” He’s quick to jump out of his door once it opens, holding out his hand for Faye. 

Sam leans over me and it feels like my heart stops for a second. His fingers make quick work of the latch, releasing the seat in front of me so I can get out. “After you,” he says. I start to climb out of the car, hoping that I do and don’t give Sam a little show with my short dress. I swear I can feel his eyes boring into me, and it only makes me clumsier. After a painful minute, I’m finally out of the puzzle that is the back seat, and I turn around just in time to watch Sam exit gracefully as hell. Perrrfect. 

We follow Danny and Faye to a roped off area labeled VIP and my throat gets a little tighter. Once we step inside Danny turns to all of us. 

“Sam and I are going to get our first round, we’ll be right back.” Both Faye and I are nodding in response as they’re already halfway out of the VIP section and on their way to the bar. 

When they leave us, Faye’s standing in front of me with her arm reaching out. I’m thrilled to have the invitation, grabbing her hand eagerly. “I can’t believe we’re fucking out here with them,” she says to me. 

“It feels like a dream, this can’t be real.” Without warning, Faye pinches my butt. I let out a little yelp. She laughs.

“Definitely real.” We both turn and watch them talk to the bartender with ease. “What do you think they’re going to bring back?”

“Something dangerous, that’s for sure.” 

Faye was right. We watch the boys swim through the busy club back to us. A soft, light drink in one hand, and a dark, small pour in the other. I can’t tear my eyes away from Sam as he seems to effortlessly glide across the room. His eyes meet mine and the same playful smirk he gave me earlier slides onto his face again and I can feel my cheeks getting twenty degrees hotter. Before I can fully register it, Sam is standing in front of me, the soft drink I hoped was for me is outstretched my way. 

“Thank you,” I say as I take the drink out of his hands. I take a small sip and am happy when I’m greeted with a fruity drink. “This is exactly what I would’ve ordered.” I can’t help but laugh. I look over to Faye and Danny but there nowhere to be found in our small area. As I’m glancing around Sam comes up to my ear, he’s so close I can feel his breath on my neck.

“Want to dance?” 

I don’t want to say anything with the fear I’ll sound incoherent, so I just nod. He laughs, throws back the rest of the dark liquor in his glass, then outstretches his hand to me. I stumble for a moment, unsure if he wants me to grab his hand. It’s when his playful smirk appears once again that I let myself put my hand in his. It seems to be so easy for him as he pulls us through the crowded dance floor, meanwhile I’m reminding myself to breathe. 

I’m not paying attention when Sam finally stops, and I bump into his back. He turns to me laughing, of course, and reaches out to grab my elbow. 

“You ok?”

Again, I just nod. Why has Sam made me unable to form words? Another laugh escapes his lips as he turns me around then plants himself firmly against my back, one hand on my hip. I freeze. I wasn’t expecting to be this close with Sam at all, and now I’m in his arms? He starts to sway to the music as I look around and finally spot Faye. She’s wrapped up extremely close with Danny as they dance, it almost feels like a private moment I shouldn’t be watching. 

Sam’s breath is hot against my ear once more and I swear I feel the heat drop straight down to my core. “There’s something about you,” his lips graze my ear. “I’m intrigued, I need more.” His hand starts softly sliding up my side as if he’s testing the waters. I take a hefty sip of my drink as I back into him, just a little bit. The growl against my ear has me squeezing my thighs together. 

His hand reaches the bottom of my breast and for a moment, I forget we’re in public. I want him to go further, I want him to touch me more. I feel his index finger glide along the bottom of my breast causing me to back into him again and I’m shocked when I feel something stiff greet me. I let my head loll on his shoulder as we sway. His hand starts going back south, passing my hip and playing with the hemline of my short dress. Suddenly, this dress was a fantastic idea. I’m glad I suffered in the arena for this. 

His fingers find my bare thigh and grip tightly and I swear I could dry hump this man in the middle of the club without a single fuck to give. Sam’s hand moves back up to my hip and starts to turn me around so we’re face to face again. He slides one leg in between mine and gets even closer to me. His hand finds his way to my ass and I revel in the touch. 

Sam’s head drops to my neck where he leaves feather light kisses in his wake. I’m melting in his touch and he knows it. I can’t help myself as I ask, “is this what you normally do with the winners?”

He pulls back and grabs my chin with his free hand. “Absolutely not. Like I said, Y/N, there’s something about you. I need more.” His eyes bore into mine and it feels too intimate, I try and look away. “Don’t you trust me?” 

“Why would I? I don’t know you.” 

“That’s true, baby.” Our faces are millimeters apart now. “But if I want to make you see stars for a night, isn’t that okay?” 

My resolve fully leaves as our lips touch. The smoky liquor tastes is still heavy on Sam’s tongue and it tastes fucking divine. His hand moves to the side of my neck as we devour each other on the dance floor. He pulls away too soon for my liking, peppering my lips with light kisses. 

“Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” Sam asks while he grabs my ass tight. A little moan escapes my lips and my eyes go wide. The club comes back into my peripheral and I remember that we’re not alone. All Sam does is laugh and come back in for another kiss. He rests his head on mine as we not-so-subtly grind together on the packed floor. Sam’s hand leaves my neck and goes back to exploring the curves of my body while the other stays firmly planted on my ass, keeping us swaying to the beat. Sam spots the forgotten drink in my hand and nods to it. 

“I thought this was what you would’ve ordered yourself. Do you not like it?” 

“I like it, just a tad distracted.” His eyes dance all over my face, lighting up in amusement. 

“What’s distracting you, baby?” He says as he laughs.

“You should know.” I bring the straw to my lips slowly, making a show of the whole thing. I hollow my cheeks as I suck, watching Sam swallow as he watches me. I take three gulps before his hand is on mine lowering the drink away from my lips. 

Sam’s quick to replace the straw with his own lips, the hand on my ass tightening in response. His tongue brushes against my lips asking for an invite I’m all too willing to give. My hand snakes up to his neck, his long hair tickling my knuckles as I make my way up to his jaw. I know his jaw is sharp, but feeling it with my hands is a totally different level. I separate my lips from his and I swear I hear a whine pass his lips. I attach my lips to his jaw, giving him the same feather light kisses he was giving me earlier. When I reach his ear and graze my teeth against his earlobe, he gives me a small growl. I’m living for it. 

I start to become braver as I skate my hand down his neck onto his chest. I’m greeted by a hard, chiseled surface underneath the dress shirt he has on. I keep moving my hand down until I find the spot where I can dip under his shirt. His hip feels like it’s on fire with how warm it is in my grasp. Another growl escapes Sam as he grips my chin in his hand, forcing us to make eye contact.

“If you want to keep going,” he places a quick kiss on my lips. “Let’s get a room.” Another kiss. “Too many eyes here for what I want to do with you.” 

I stutter for a moment, not thinking we would’ve gotten this far. Looking into his dark brown eyes, he looks so serious. For a moment I swear I see a flash of fear that I’m going to turn him down. 

“Absolutely.” I respond with a soft kiss. Relief floods Sam’s eyes as that playful smirk I’ve come to adore tonight shows itself again. I couldn’t say no, I want this too. He takes the empty glass from my hands and replaces it with his free one. Guiding us once again effortlessly through the crowd. He brings us back to the bar top and discards my glass, but then waves the bartender down and orders two shots. 

Sam’s arm slips around my waist, bringing me close to him. I take the opportunity to place my hand back on his chest while we wait. The bartender comes back and places two, thankfully clear, shots in front of us. 

“To tonight,” Sam says while handing me my glass.

“To tonight.” I reply as we clink our small glasses together and simultaneously throw them back. 

We discard our glasses and his arm stays wrapped around me as we leave the club. I didn’t realize when we first got here with how we ran inside, but the club is part of a casino. There are hotel rooms for people who visit and play too late. Then there’s rooms for people like Sam and I. He guides us to the hotel front desk before stopping in front of the little waiting area all lobbies seem to have. 

“Wait here, I’ll get us our room.” He plants a kiss on my forehead and turns to the desk. I watch as he talks with the person working, standing so confidently as he gets us a room for the night. I let my eyes slowly work down his body, I can’t hear what they’re saying anyways. His long dark hair just passes his shoulders, down to his defined back and shapely ass. I’m still staring as he turns around and smiles at me. 

“Ready?” Sam says with a laugh.

I bring a hand up to my mouth, almost sure I was drooling over him. I wasn’t, thankfully. I nod and stand, making my way over to him. He takes my hand once I reach him and gives me a quick kiss before guiding us over to the elevators. We’re quiet as we listen to the ‘ding’ of the elevator making its way down to us. The nervous, excited energy between us is electrifying. When the final, sweet ‘ding’ we’ve been waiting for Sam ushers me in as soon as the doors open. He’s almost feral as he fumbles for the close door button and smashes the floor number we’re going to. We both stand on the edges of the elevator as we watch the silver doors close. 

As soon as they do, Sam’s hand is around my wrist dragging me towards him. I give a small yelp to the unexpected but welcomed motion. Our hands are all over each other as our lips fuse together. His teeth grab onto my bottom lip, dragging slowly across them. I can’t help but moan at the feeling. It feels too quick when we hear the ‘ding’ signifying we’ve hit our floor. His hand is around my wrist quicker than I can register his lips are off mine. He’s basically dragging me down the hall with how dazed I am from our elevator makeout that I run into his back when he stops at our door. His back shakes while he laughs and digs out our key card from his pocket. 

“Ready?” Sam says while looking back at me.

“Ready.” 

Sam opens the door fully and lets us inside, and I’m unsure what I was expecting with a pro athlete but it wasn’t this. We walk into a living room style area with two doors leading into other places. One door is open, and I can see a bed just inside. The other door I assume is the bathroom. Sam’s at my back now as I take in the room, running his hands up and down my sides while he presses kisses into my neck. 

“Wow,” I finally say after much too long. 

Sam’s quicker with his response.“Only the best for my girl.” 

My mind catches on to that. His girl. The heat between my thighs intensifies as I turn around to look him in the eye. “I knew I was right about you.” Is all he says before he hoists me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his thighs and he kisses me hard like he needs this. It doesn’t take long before I feel Sam fall back onto a plush surface. It takes me a moment to realize he’s made his way to the bed already, and we’re sitting on the edge of it. He takes the opportunity to push my short dress up, and I thank the heavens above I decided to wear dark green lace panties. I swear I see Sam’s pupils dilate as he stares, bringing his finger to outline my folds. 

My breathing has become staggered, we’re both focused on his hands. He keeps one in front slowly tracing me, while the other grabs onto my bare ass. My head lolls back for a moment, the feeling of his hot hands are overwhelming. I gasp and snap my head back down to where his fingers land. He’s found my clit and he’s not shy about it, his fingers worship me as they slowly touch me. I can feel myself unwinding, and I want some sort of friction. It feels like Sam can read my mind now as the hand on my ass pushes me up towards his hard bulge. Once I make contact I swear we both stop breathing. 

We both watch silently as I fumble with his button. When I finally get it done I waste no time with his zipper and raising on my knees momentarily so he can pull them down. I love that he leaves his boxers on for me to peel off of him. I sit back on him with just our underwear separating us and we both gasp. My hot center meeting his hard cock is almost too much. Both of his hands move to my ass as he makes me grind him, earning a moan from me. Sam’s hands move to the bottom of my dress, lifting it over my head and off of me. 

He holds me by the waist and leans back to look at me. “Fuck,” is all that passes his lips before he’s flipping us over and has me laid out on the bed. I look up at him through surely hooded, desperate eyes. 

“I want you.” 

“Baby, I want you too, but I need to taste you first. Fuck, you look-” Sam looks up at me with eyes that are so dark I don’t see color anymore. His hands wrap around my panties as he looks up at me with a silent question. I nod, letting him know this is okay and he quickly pulls them down and throws them on the floor. 

Sam looks at me one more time with those dark eyes before lowering himself to my center. He takes his time, leaving small kisses on my thighs that have me raising my hips up, leading him to what I want. 

“Needy girl,” he chastises and I swear to God I melt into the bed. He presses a singular kiss on my clit before licking against my pussy. My eyes roll back into my head as he eagerly laps at me and I weave my fingers into his hair. With it being long, I have more to grab and I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy it. I’m close, and Sam knows it as he pays special attention to my clit. He inserts a finger inside of me, expertly hitting that spot I can only hit with my vibrator at home. 

“Sam, fuck yes.” I cry. He moans against me and that’s all I need to be pushed over the edge. My thighs tighten around his head as I ride his face through my orgasm. He doesn’t stop until I’m squirming away from him trying to push his head away.

“Oh, I’m not done with you. You taste fucking delicious. You can give me one more before I go inside of you, can’t you?” He attaches his mouth back onto my pussy and I’m rendered useless. I grab back onto his hair as he licks and fingers me, making me incoherently babble. My second orgasm comes out of nowhere and hits me like a freight train. I’m squeezing Sam’s head so hard with my thighs I’m afraid I’m going to kill him. I’ve never come twice from someone going down on me, and now Sam’s got me second guessing everything. 

Once I finally come down he presses soft kisses to the insides of my thighs and my hips, slowly making his way up my body. It’s then I notice his cock straining against his boxers. Sam follows my eyeline down and that playful smirk appears once more. In a flash he flips us so that he’s laying down and I’m on top. My sensitive center rests on him once we flip and I become ravenous. 

“Think you can help, baby?” I look up to Sam’s eyes which are hooded and still dark. Being this close I can see that his pupils are blown out, I press a soft kiss on his lips where I can taste me, and I’m a little surprised to find I like it. I like that this man tastes like me. At some point during our interaction he unbuttoned his shirt and taken it off, showing me his whole body. I kiss my way down until I hit his boxers, then I grab them on both sides so I can bring them down as I go. 

As soon as I get it over his cock it springs free, and is very hard. I waste no time bringing my lips to the head and wrapping them around it. I’m rewarded with a deep, husky moan. I take my time playing with the head of his cock with my tongue. I feel his hips buck and I swear I hear a ‘please’. Without warning, I take him to the hilt, slightly choking on him. His hand flies to the back of my head with a ‘fuck’ and he lets me bob my head a couple of times before he’s pulling me off. 

“I need to be inside you, please baby.” He flips us back over and grabs a condom resting on the nightstand. Once he is sheathed, he places the head teasingly at my entrance. I watch as he drags it up and down, playing with my clit too.

“Sam, please.” I sound desperate and I don’t care because before I can even finish my plea he’s slowly pushing inside of me. We both loudly moan as he pushes deeper and deeper until he’s sitting at the hilt. He leans down and kisses me. I bite his lip and he groans while trying to push even deeper into me. 

Without warning, he pulls out quickly then pushes back in, making my eyes roll into the back of my head as I loudly moan. He keeps his slow rhythm while keeping his lips on me. My hand instantly grips his arm as he attaches his mouth to one of my hard nipples. He bites, just enough for a small bit of pain before he lets go and gives the same attention to my other one. 

I’m completely lost in Sam and I don’t mind one bit. I run my hands up and down his bicep, feeling the ridges in his muscles. His lips are the most distracting, anywhere they go they have my utmost attention that I actually whine when he pulls them away completely. He leans down so they graze my ear.

“I want you on top, is that okay baby?” 

“Yes, please yes.” 

Snaking his arm around my waist, he swiftly flips us over. Helpingme so I’m sitting upright on him. I place my hands on his hard stomach as I slowly move up and down with every intention of driving him absolutely crazy. Sam reaches out and pinches my nipple which has me moaning and moving my hips quicker in response. 

“Not fair,” I whine, “I was trying to do something.”

“I could see it in your eyes, baby. You’re not very good at being sly.” He lifts his hips up to meet mine with every thrust. I can’t help but pick up the pace, he feels and looks so good under me. Sam looks up at me and it makes me feel so fucking powerful. 

“Such a good fucking girl,” Sam says as I watch him bring his finger to my exposed clit and starts to rub it as I bounce on him. The new added pressure is a very welcome feeling, but I’m even closer to the edge now. 

“Sam, please, I’m so close.” I don’t know what I’m even pleading for anymore, just that I want him. 

“Come for me, baby.” That was all I needed to be pushed over the edge, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. “Baby, I’m right behind you,” is all he says before I feel him tense up underneath me, coming just as hard. I collapse on top of him, our heavy breathing in tandem as we stare at each other.

His eyes are flooded with color now, I almost feel foolish not seeing it before. The dark brown is littered with golden flecks, making his eyes look like they shine in this post-coital light. He reaches up a hand and brushes my hair away from my face and neck, then leaves it there to linger on my cheek. We stay like this for a couple moments in silent bliss before he slowly starts to pull out. 

“I’ll be right back,” Sam says as he makes his way to the en suite. I lay on the bed surrounded by the scent of Sam, of us, as I hear water start to run in the other room. It goes on for a little bit, and even though I know I should clean up, the soft sound has my eyes fluttering shut. “Y/N, baby.” Sam laughs as my eyes shoot open. He now has his boxers back on and his hair is up in a messy bun. “Come here, I’ll carry you.” 

I ask no questions as I shimmy to the edge of the bed where Sam scoops me up bridal style and walks me into the en suite. It’s steamy and warm once we enter, and I realize the noise I was hearing was him running a bath. He sets me down on the counter and hands me a warm washcloth. His eyes never leave my face as I clean up and discard the washcloth, then he lifts me once more and places me in the tub. The warm water is a welcome hug but it feels like something is missing. 

“Sam, join me?” I reach out my hand to him and watch as his eyes light up.

“Scoot forward.” I move to scrunch in the tub, my arms wrapped around my knees as Sam settles in behind me. Once he’s seated, his hands land on my shoulders and pull me into him. This is now perfect. The warm water, the hot man running his hands along my arms in a comforting embrace. He buries his nose in my hair as I try to burrow even closer to him. 

“Tonight was nice.” Sam says softly.

“It was very nice, I didn’t expect this.”

“I didn’t either, but I’m glad you took the chance. Stay the night with me.” 

With my eyelids already heavy, it was an easy choice. “Okay.” 

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Scream for Me

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: ~2,500

Warnings: alcohol, cursing, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it up!), light choking, fingering, mentions of murder (not seriously), minors DNI!!!

a/n: I wanted to pick a halloween fic topic based off of the list @hearts-hunger created! I picked topic 17 (halloween party) It’s different from the other fic I recently wrote but it was fun to make! enjoy the halloween jake smut 👻

“y/n would you hurry up! The uber will be here in two minutes!” Shouts your best friend Cam from the bottom of the staircase.

The two of you are about to leave for a Halloween party. You decided to go with a classic yet sexy costume, a pirate. You’re wearing an off the shoulder long white dress with a corset around your waist. You are covered in silver jewelry: necklaces, bracelets and earrings. You opted for a dark smokey eye and eyeliner in your waterline. Your finishing touches include fishnet stockings, black boots and a red bandanna over your hair.

“I’m coming Cam!” You reply before throwing your phone and keys into your purse and running down the stairs to meet her at the front door.

“You may have taken forever but I can see it was worth the wait, you look sexy girl. Now let’s go!” Cam pulls your arm and drags you through the front door, guiding you towards to uber.

Once you get inside of the car you finally have time to take in and appreciate her costume.

Not only is she dressed as Pennywise from the movie IT, but she is the sexy version. She’s wearing a white corset top, embellished with red pom-poms, small white shorts, clown makeup and a pretty orange wig.

“I admire your ability to be scary, funny and sexy all at once. You truly have a talent,” you giggle to her.

“Oh what can I say my dear? I’m multifaceted,” Cam says as she jokingly flicks her orange wig behind her shoulder.

The ride to the party is fast, only lasting about fifteen minutes. You both hop out of the car when you arrive and hook arms, walking to the front door together.

The party is hosted by Cams new boyfriend Daniel. You have only met him two times but he seems like a sweet guy.

Cam opens the front door without knocking and you’re immediately transported into a Halloween wonderland. You didn’t expect so many decorations.

The lighting in the house is dim. There are string lights and cob webs hanging from every inch of the ceiling. You see black and red streamers hanging from the walls and candles lit on every table. The kitchen island was filled with spooky treats and alcoholic punch. It is very impressive for a twenty-something year old guy.

“Wow Cam,” you shout over the loud and eerie music. “Daniel really goes all out. This is amazing.” You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor.

“Isn’t it?!” She doesn’t seem shocked by his effort, only proud.

There are a good amount of people in the house. Not too many but not too little. Just enough for a comfortable party.

“Im going to search for Danny,” Cam shouts over the music into your ear. “Go get some punch and i’ll meet up with you when I find him.”

She runs off and you’re now left to fend for yourself.

You take her suggestion and walk over to the kitchen island to get a drink. You are completely sober currently and in need of something to lighten your anxiety.

Your pour yourself a class of the punch and it’s delicious. It’s strong, but really good. It is the perfect drink to get you drunk fast without feeling the burn of consuming alcohol.

You lean against the counter while sipping your drink and begin to people watch. You love taking in everyone’s costume choices. Some people are opting for a scary approach, some look beautiful and some look funny. It is interesting to see what people choose. As you’re looking at the crowd, you feel a presence beside you.

You look over to see a man wearing black from head to toe. He’s wearing black skinny jeans, black chelsea boots and a black shirt that is holding on by one button.

You think the outfit is rather sexy but you can’t see his face. That is because he’s wearing a Ghostface mask.

He speaks, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hey I haven’t seen you at one of Danny’s parties before. What are you doing standing over here alone?”

His voice is kind and boyish but raspy. It’s very attractive.

“Oh my friend just recently started dating him so this is my first time here. I don’t really know anyone but her and she’s looking for Daniel,” you reply.

He extends his hand out to you, “Well my name is Jake. Now you know someone else.” You can’t see his face but you can almost hear it in his voice that he’s smiling.

You reach out in return, shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Jake. I’m y/n.”

“Well y/n, I must tell you that I was intrigued to come over here and talk to you because you’re dressed as a pirate and if there’s one thing about me, I find pirates to be very intriguing.”

A blush comes across your face. You hope he can’t really see it through the mask he’s wearing.

“I hate to disappoint you Jacob but,” you lean in closer and whisper towards his ear, “I’m not a real pirate. Don’t tell anyone tho.” You shush him by putting your finger over your lips.

He giggles genuinely at your attempt at a lame joke.

Jake speaks up from behind the mask, “Well then you should know that i’m not a real cereal killer.”

“Oh damnit. I was kind of hoping you were,” you reply. Although you weren’t actually hoping that, the idea of a sexy and dangerous man in a mask turned you on.

“I mean, I can be anything you want me to be tonight darling,” Jake says with sex dripping in his voice.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the halloween party or the masked man in front of you but you wanted Jake to take you away from this party immediately.

“If you take me somewhere quiet i’ll show you exactly what I want from you mr. Ghostface. Just as long as you don’t kill me of course.”

Jake grips your wrist firmly and guides you up the stairs and away from the party noise at a fairly quickly pace.

He throws your body into what looks like a guest room, slams the door shut, locks it and pushes your body against the wall.

The room is dark, only lit by the moon in the night sky.

Jake begins to grab the bottom of his mask, getting ready to reveal his face to you but you quickly grab his hands to stop him.

“Keep it on.”

His strong hand then snaps around your neck. You can’t quit see his eyes but you know he’s staring at you like you’re his next meal. He slowly moves his head so his mouth is hovering over your ear.

“I like you sweetheart.”

You slowly begin to smirk, knowing he’s willing to keep it on.

His hand leaves your neck and slowly travels down your body. He lifts your skirt up, revealing your black thong covered in your fishnet tights.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

You nod your head quickly in reply.

His hand shoots back around your neck. “Words baby.”

“Y- yes. Yes it’s okay.” You struggle to say through your heavy breathing.

“Good girl,” he says while lowering his hand beneath the band of your thong. His fingers reached your heat and he begins swirling his middle and ring finger in your wetness.

Without much warning he shoves both of his fingers inside of you. You gasp at the sudden contact and grab at his strong forearm to ground yourself.

“How fast do you want it baby?” He questions, wanting to know the proper way to please you.

“Fast and hard,” you moan out to him while leaning your head back against the wall behind you to prepare yourself.

His fingers start plunging in and out of you at a painfully delicious speed. He curls his fingers at just the right angel to hit a spot that makes you nearly scream.

You feel sweat beading on your forehead as he drives his fingers into you. You squeeze around him as you feel yourself starting to unwind.

“Come on pretty girl. You’re about to cum, I can feel it. Be so good for me and cum on my fingers.” he demands.

Hearing his silky voice speak those words to you were enough to have you unraveling on his hand.

“fuuuckkkkkk,” you scream out at a volume too loud considering there are other people in the house.

When you come down from your orgasm he gently pulls his hand away from your core.

“Open up,” he requests.

You follow his order. He places his two fingers onto your tongue. With his other hand he guides your chin to close around his fingers and he slowly pulls them from your mouth as you suck them clean.

You look down at his pants and see how painfully hard he is. You softly trace your fingers over his bulge and he sucks in his breath sharply as if you were hurting him.

“I want all of you. I want to feel you,” you say to him.

He picks you up from under your ass, carries you over to the bed, and slams you down.

While hovering over you with his hands on both sides of your head Jake says, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

He removes his jeans and boxers while you remove your corset and dress.

He’s left in nothing but his low buttoned shirt and his mask, while you’re in just your tights and a thong.

You make eye contact with his dick and notice how thick it is. It excites you so much that you notice your wetness pooling beneath you.

“You don’t have to stare honey, it’s all yours tonight,” Jake giggles to you, noticing where your eyes have been lingering.

“Then what are you waiting for Jacob? Give it to me,” you demand from him as if you’ve grown impatient.

He wastes no time and crawls on top on you on the bed and you both move up until you hit the headboard.

He reaches down to your core with one hand and rips your fishnet tights to create a hole.

You feely annoyed that he ripped your clothing for one minute until you realize you were never going to wear them again anyway.

His hands begin to explore your body. He grabs at your breasts, massaging them firmly. He rolls your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as you let out a heavy breath of ecstasy.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he compliments you.

“I’d say the same for you mystery man but I haven’t seen your face yet,” you wink back at him.

He chuckles in response to you and continues working his hands over your body.

“Please Jake I need you now,” you practically beg him.

“You need me to what darling?” He mockingly asks you, wanting to hear you plead for it.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you baby? Is that what you need?”

“Yes. Yes. Please,” you almost sound like you’re crying.

“Oh baby… I’ll fuck you so hard someone will think you are getting murdered in here.”

He pushes your thong to the side and lines himself up with your core. He snaps his hips against yours in one quick motion, causing you to shriek. He begins rapidly pounding into you.

He quickly grabs and pillow and puts it under your hips, making the pleasure triple. You grab at his back and dig your nails into him, slowly running them down his back, hoping to leave him with a memory of tonight.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good around my cock,” he says through his staggered breathing. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes Jake you feel so good inside of me I never want you to fucking leave,” you shout back to him.

Your response to him causes him to moan deeply in chest, so much so that it sounds like a growl.

He grabs one of your legs and wrap it around his waist so he can reach a new angel. Between the pillow placement, your position, and his rapid thrusts, your body is experiencing a feeling it never has before.

You can feel his dick brushing past your g-spot causing you to yell out his name and a string of curses.

You start to squeeze around his cock, getting close to your release. You can tell he’s almost there too as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“Cum with me y/n. I want you to soak my dick as I finish inside of you. Come on baby you’re almost there. Be good for me.”

His final praises bring you to the finish line as your body shakes through a mind bending orgasm. You let out a chorus of yeses and grab at his arms with all of your might. As you’re finishing you feel him twitch inside of you.

You both come down and catch your breath before he pulls out of you and falls onto his back on the bed beside you.

You turn your head to look over at him, still wearing the Ghostface mask, “That was fucking amazing.”

“Holy shit, yea it was,” he responds. “Can I take this fucking thing off now,” he laughs referring to the mask on his face.

“Oh please do,” you reply.

You feel nervous watching him begging to situate the mask to lift over his head. You have no idea what he looks like yet but you had been extremely attracted to everything he’s offered so far and there was no denying he is the best sex you’ve ever had.

The mask gets fully yanked off of him to reveal one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

You gasp out loud.

His hair is shoulder legnth and chestnut brown. His eyes are dark and filled with honey. His thick eyebrows and long eyelashes compliment his deep eyes so well. He has a strong and sharp nose and plump pink lips. He smirks slightly at you, revealing his perfectly straight teeth.

“What? Did my face scare you sweetheart?” He asks as a joke.

You press your body into his and brush the sweaty hair sticking to his face behind his ears.

“The only thing that scares me is how attracted I am to you,” you say in full seriousness.

“You’re in luck because I feel the same way about you.” He gives a quick peck to your nose. “Give me your phone. Let me put my number in it.”

You reach down to the floor where your purse was thrown and grab your phone from it.

You hand it over to him and let him type in his contact himself.

When he hands the phone back you look down to see the information he filled out and giggle at the screen.

His number was put in its rightful place and his contact name was labeled as “Ghostface🔪”

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Love hate

Warnings : rude Jake , profanity, fluff

Parings : Jake X fem reader

Word count : 1k

"shut up no , I want the single bed" Jake snapped when sam suggested you share beds with Jake .

"There is no single bed Jake , we're all sharing" josh told Jake.

"I don't wanna share with Jake either" you crossed your arms on your chest .

"Look , the cabin has 2 bed rooms, Sam and I in one room and you and y|n in the second. That's that" josh said before getting up to leave , tired of you and Jake bickering the whole camping trip .

Y'all were friends ever since little and were like family. But as y'all grew to be older Jake had become unreasonably mean to you .

You huffed before storming away to the bedroom you were supposed to share with jake , so you could choose your side of the bed before he did .

"I want that side" Jake said as soon as he walked in .

"To bad" you said as you stayed put at your chosen side .

Jake ignored you and came up to your side of the bed , grabbed all your stuff and tossed it over the bed to the other side of the room.

"Hey!" You yelled as you grabbed your bag out of his hand before he could toss it off .

"Stop being a whiny bitch and let me have this side" Jake said rudely as he grabbed the bag back out of your hand and tossed it over the bed .

"If you wanted this side you should've come here first!" You yelled as you stood off the bed . No point sitting on that side now because Jake had already replaced your stuff with his junk .

"Yeah well I didn't ,what are you gonna do about it ?" Jake asked , making you furious.

"Asshole" you said to yourself as you stormed to the other side of the bed , picking up all the stuff Jake had tossed and setting them tidy before you got into the bed . Deciding to not pick a fight over this and act mature , at least if he wasn't going to .

Why was he even so mean to you ? Sometimes you would sit up all night to try and think of the day when he started acting like this , trying to remember what you did to piss him off so badly.

The rain began to pour as you got into bed . Stupidly, Sam booked the cabin without checking if there were heaters "The real wilderness experience" he called it .

You lay on the edge of the bed ,as far away as you could from Jake who was also far away . The blanket tugging as y'all shared it across the bed causing a gap of cool air under the blanket between y'all .

You thought you could sleep it off but the rain got heavier , you started shivering from the cold , inching closer to Jake , tempted for his body warmth.

He seemed to be having trouble sleeping too , not a care about how you were doing tho . He pulled on the blanket , turning on his side , back facing you , almost fully exposing you out in the cold .

"Jake I'm cold-" you trembled as you tried to pull your share of blanket back weakly.

"Stop being cold then" Jake said , his back facing you coldly.

"Jake please- I'm really cold" you sit up and tug the blanket from him.

"God would you stop fucking whining all the time about everything!? It's so annoying" Jake spoke loudly as he threw you some blanket.

You felt your chest hurt to hear how much he just hated you .

"What the hell did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much?" You asked , knowing he'd just ignore you.

You used the little sheet he gave you to cover yourself, the gap between you and him now smaller as you lay on your side back facing him again. You didn't care you just needed warmth .

You shivered quietly under the blanket , closing your eyes to try and sleep it off , but every mean thing Jake had ever said to you played in your head . You felt tears slide down the side of your face and your cold nose get blocked .

You wished you didn't seem so weak , shaking pathetically . You were sure Jake could feel you shaking and he didn't give a shit .

You accidentally let out a sniffles after trying so hard not to make a sound while crying. You cursed yourself mentally.

You panicked when you felt the bed move slowly from Jake's movements . You held your breath for a when you felt Jake had rolled up next to you.

"Y|n?" Jake called , leaning over your shoulder to look at your face which you tried to hide .

"Are you-?" Jake muttered , his sentence unfinished when he held your jaw and faced you to him , finally seeing your glossy eyes .

"fuck off Jake" you say, smacking his hand away from you , voice evident that you were crying.

Jake said nothing or moved for a couple seconds . Untill he snaked one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, his legs tangled with yours , making sure his warm feet were on your cold ones as he lay spooning you , pulling you into his embrace.

Your eyes were wide open and your body frozen in shock , your heart was racing. Jake was disgusted to even look at you, and now here he was cuddling you in bed .

You opened your mouth to say something.

"I'm sorry" Jake spoke before you , stuffing his face into your neck as he cuddled you tighter. He sounded so genuinely sorry . Like he was in the verge of tears. If only he knew the number of times he'd made you cry before.

"What-?" you muttered in shock under your breath .

"I'm such a dick y|n, I'm sorry" Jake repeated, thinking you didn't hear him right the first time. You gulped slightly as you processed what he was saying

Your body froze tensed when you felt his lips press against the skin on your neck , leaving a hard peck like he was trying to apologise .

You wondered if he could feel your heart thumping out of your chest as he pulled away .

He propped himself on his elbow to lean over you and turn you over on your back . You looked up into his eyes. You'd never seen Jake look like that , with so much adoration and guilt .

He cupped your cheek and wiped the half dried tears away leaning down to your face , making your face scrunch up . His lips gently kissed yours and you felt like you had died right in that moment.

He was so gentle with you , like you were the most delicate thing. You'd never expect it out of Jake .

You couldn't find yourself to kiss him back you were too shocked and confused.

Jake broke the kiss and looked into your eyes , caressing your cheek with his thumb , still propped on his elbow on his other arm.

"Do you hate me?" He asks , his voice dripping with guilt . You didn't know how to answer him because you didn't know what to say.

There's no way you could possibly hate him , No matter how mean he was to you , and you never understood why but you just couldn't hate him.

You threw yourself into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck , nuzzling your face into his neck as his hand snuck around your waist to pulled you closer. You felt Jake smiling widely when he pecked your cheek between the hug , caressing your back to warm you up .

Part 2?

[devilat-thedoor]

Sweet to Taste

okay so i ended up writing the whole thing🫠

it’s not a blurb anymore, it’s a full, filthy and smutty oneshot. but i’m leaving it here for @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf and @gvfpal because thems my babes💖🤍 love you, guys and hope you enjoy😏(it’s not proofread at all, so forgive me for any mistakes)

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(Unprotected sex[stay safe, friends], Oral[m&f rec], Fingering, Tiny bit of overstimulation, Voyeurism if you look closely.) Read Discretion Advised! let me know if i missed anything.

🌟🌟🌟

You always found yourself in these silly little games with Sam. It would start as a debate and quickly turn into one of you challenging the other in some kind of bet. Tonight, as you all sipped your drinks in the back of the barroom, the youngest Kiszka hit you with a daunting task. “Fifty bucks says you won’t get up on the bar and dance.” He sipped from his seltzer, eyeing you over the can with a slight raise to his eyebrows.

“Fifty?” You scoffed at the offer, “Fifty isn’t worth getting kicked out this early in the night, Sammy.” Rolling your eyes at him, you lifted your own drink to your lips.

“Okay, fine. A hundred, but!” He held his finger out as you opened your mouth, “You have to really put on a show, Y/N.” He emphasized his point by playfully shaking his hips. A hundred bucks just to shake your ass on a bar top was easy money. Plus it always felt great to win a bet against Sam. You turned your head towards the bar, crowded with people talking and waiting on their drinks. Admittedly, you were a little anxious about being up in front of all of the strangers and as you were about to turn it down, he gave you a smug smirk, “If you’re too scared to do it, just say that.”

If anything, you were fueled by his taunting and he knew it, “Fuck you, Sam. I’m gonna do it and I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you cough up that money.” You held your hand out, prompting him to shake it and seal the deal.

“No way, I’ve gotta see this.” Jake piped up, pushing away from the pool table to join the conversation between you and his younger brother.

Sammy shook his head, eyes still on yours while he spoke to Jake, “She’ll chicken out, I know she will.” His gaze raked down the length of your body, spending extra time on your legs that were covered in fishnet tights. The black, leather miniskirt you wore stopped high enough on your thighs that even the slightest bend would expose your ass and both of the boys were drinking it all up.

You threw the rest of your drink back, pushing the glass into Jake’s hands and turned on your heel to head for the jukebox. Making sure to add a purposeful sway to your hips, you glanced back over your shoulder to the brothers, rooted to their spots as they stared at you. A spark ignited in your belly at the looks they wore and you smiled to yourself as you chose a song, knowing that you would leave here with one of them tonight. After deciding on a tune, you went to the bar to wait. You knew they were still watching your every move and you were gonna have fun with it. “Hi, handsome.” You leaned into the man on your left, “These tattoos are nice, did they hurt?” Staring up at his face, you trailed a single finger down his bicep. His response was drowned out as you locked eyes with Sam, his lip caught between his teeth, and then Jake as he ran his fingers over his mouth. The way they both eyed you lit your skin on fire and you tried to distract yourself, interrupting the tattooed man, “Buy me a shot?” You gave a sweet smile and he agreed, signaling for the bartender and asking what you wanted, “Two shots of tequila, please.” She poured the drinks and slid them across the bar just as your song faded in through the speakers. You picked one of the glasses up and tossed it back, feeling it burn its way down. The man went in for the second shot but you grabbed it before he could and took that one too, offering him an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, hun. I’ll make it worth your while though.” You grabbed his shoulders, hoisting yourself up onto the stool in front of you and climbed onto the bar top as the first line of Pour Some Sugar On Me played. Pulling yourself up to stand, you started by strutting down the bar, letting your heels click against the wood with every beat.

Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp. Demolition woman, can I be your man?

You stopped, kicking a bottle from the surface and whirling your hips in a circle as you pushed your fingers into your hair. Your eyes flashed to Jake as you slid your jacket off of your shoulders, revealing the cherry red, lace bralette you had on, and held it above your head to wave it in time with your winding hips.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me, sweet. Little miss innocent, sugar me, yeah

He was watching, arms crossed over his chest with an impressed smile over his face when you tossed your jacket into the crowd. The chorus started and your eyes fell upon Sam, gawking in shock as you dropped to your hands and knees, earning a slew of gasps and whoops from other patrons.

Pour some sugar on me, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me. C’mon fire me up.

You whipped your hair around, shaking your ass as you crawled across the bar. Stopping to pluck a little plastic sword from somebody’s drink, you slithered your tongue around the cocktail cherry and sucked it into your mouth. You rolled onto your back, having entirely too much fun, and arched your hips into the air, writhing on the wood top while sliding your hands up your chest and into your hair.

Red light, yellow light, green light, go. Crazy little woman in a one-man show.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were grabbing your legs, pulling you from the bar, “Alright, show’s over.” You looked up to see the bouncer, as he placed your feet on the floor, “Boss is gonna have a fit when he checks the cameras.” You couldn’t contain your laughter as he led you through the swarm of people who were all cheering you on with wolf whistles and hollers.

“I’m sorry, Hank! It was a bet!” You were laughing so hard that tears were dripping from your lashes, Hank, the bouncer, was trying to stifle his own smile while pushing you through the door.

“You’re done for tonight, Y/N. Someone will bring your stuff out.” He pointed a scolding finger at you with a smile before retreating back into the building.

Wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands, you managed to yell through your giggles, “You’re such a buzzkill, Hank!” Jake was coming out, carrying your jacket in his fist, followed by Sam who had your purse. “HA! You owe me a hundred dollars.” You stuck your tongue out, teasing Sammy.

“Yeah, you’ll get your money.” He rolled his eyes and handed you the bag.

Giving him a pout, you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up into his eyes, “Weren’t you impressed with my moves?” His eyes briefly dropped to your lips as he licked his own.

You felt a hand grazing up the back of your thigh to gently cup your asscheek, “She really did outperform our expectations, Sammy…” Jake’s breath was hot on the back of your neck and you shifted on your feet, clamping your legs together at the pooling in your panties.

“You’re right, Jake. It was quite the show.” Sam brought his thumb up to brush over your bottom lip. “Too bad the whole bar got to see it.” You could feel his growing cock pressing into your hip while his brother was sliding his hand between your thighs from behind you.

Your eyes began to flutter at the intoxicating feeling of having both of them so near and you could feel the same primal need radiating from the boys, “If you guys want a private show, just say the word…” You let out a shriek as Jake pried you from Sammy’s body and all but dragged you to his car. Stumbling to keep up with him, you half turned to see the younger Kiszka following closely behind, “Where are we going?”

He pulled the back door open, ushering you into the backseat, and pushed it shut while Sam climbed into the passenger seat, “Your place is closest, but if you’d rather go to mine-.”

“My place is fine.” You answered too quickly, cutting Jake off, and saw the brother’s share a look that had you body thrumming with anticipation. Dropping your head against the seat, you couldn’t form a thought that didn’t involve what was about to transpire. “Jake, drive faster.”

Sam turned around in his seat to face you, “She’s a needy little thing, brother.” His index finger weaved through your fishnets, pulling them back to let the material snap against your thigh, while he locked eyes with you, “So impatient, Y/N… What is it that you just can’t wait for? Hmm?” He snapped the tights again, leaving you squirming on the backseat.

“If you keep toying with her, she’ll leave a mess on my leather seats.” You could hear the amusement in the older boy’s voice, “And I’ll just have to put her on her hands and knees to clean it up.” He wasn’t wrong, you were practically dripping at the feeling of Sam’s fingertips walking further up your leg. But then they were gone and you looked up to see him facing forward again as the car pulled into your driveway.

The second the engine cut off, Sam was out of the car and hauling you from your seat to crash his lips against yours. Your hands frantically grabbed at his clothes, his arms, his hair, searching for anything they could find as he broke away, “Keys.” He laughed at the confusion scrawled across your face, “Where are your house keys, babe?” 

“Oh… Uhh…” You fished through your purse, pulling the key ring out, “Here.” He took them from your hand, tossing them to his brother and before you knew what was happening, he picked you to sling you over his shoulder and ran to your front door. “Sammy!” You were squealing loud as he scolded Jake to hurry up.

The deadbolt clicked and he pushed the door open to watch Sam carry you inside. No sooner did Sam have you on your feet when Jake was pulling you into his arms, gripping your ass with a tight squeeze as his tongue licked at your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with yours while one of his hands traveled lower to slip between your thighs again. This time, his fingers grazed along your panties and he let out a deep groan, “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” You smirked as you leaned in to kiss him again, but Sam yanked you away, forcing your attention back on him.

His lips danced along your jaw and down your neck, “Hmm…And you said I was needy?” You broke away from the both of them and sauntered down the hallway, disappearing into your bedroom. By the time they caught on and followed, you had stripped your skirt off and were leaning on the bottom of the bed in just your bralette, matching red thong and the fishnets. Music was playing from the small speaker on your nightstand and if you had any anxiety over the predicament you were in, it all dissipated with the way they hungrily stared at you, waiting for your signal. You turned around and bent over the bed and started sliding the tights and your thong down your legs, moving slowly to give them a full view of your ass. Once you kicked them off your feet, you crawled up the mattress, swaying your hips as you went. When you made it to the pillows, you sat back on your knees to pull the top over your head and tossed your hair to the side as you looked back at them over your shoulder with a devilish grin, “You just gonna stand there and gawk?”

You spun around to face them completely, keeping your legs crossed and angled perfectly to cover your chest and your core. Jake shuffled across the room first, coming to stand at the foot of the bed as he pulled his shirt off, “Open up for us, beautiful. For me.” He kneeled on the bed, watching you expectantly, “Let me see you.” You held eye contact with him as he gripped your knees and gently pushed them apart to reveal your glistening cunt. You leaned back on your hands and spread your legs wider, enjoying how captivated he was in your display. “Sammy, do you see this?” Jake was trailing a hand up the length of your leg and your breath caught in your throat as he stopped right before he could reach your sensitive spot. 

Your eye flicked up to Sam, standing beside the bed now to get a glimpse, and he noticed the uneven rise and fall to your chest, “You gotta give her something, Jake.” He pushed the hair out of your face, “Poor thing is just aching to be touched.” His fingers grazed down your cheek, blazing a path straight to your breast as he brushed his thumb over your nipple. A satisfied hum left his throat as he watched it harden.

Your attention went back to Jake as he blew cool air against you, “Can I, Y/N?” He was so close, all he had to do was flick his tongue out, “I wanna know if she’s as sweet to taste as your song suggests…”

“Please, Jake. She’s so fucking sweet, I promise.” You were pleading, lifting your hips to meet his mouth while he just watched with a sinister smirk. If he wasn’t going to give in, you would just have to replace him. Lifting your foot, you pressed it to his shoulder, pushing him away from your body. When he gave you a questioning look, you returned his smirk and reached up to pull his brother down on top of you. Sam’s lips were on yours in an instant, only detaching enough for you to pull the shirt from his body. You could faintly hear Jake cursing but all of your focus was on Sam’s bulge, pressing against your pussy from inside his jeans. You rolled your hips, reveling in the friction that denim provided, “Do you want the first taste, Sammy?”

He paused from licking along your jaw to look at you with an eager nod. Pressing his lips to yours one more time, he started working his way down your body. He bit down on your breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth before continuing his descent. Every hot, wet kiss he left made your head swirl and by the time he settled between your legs, you were a squirming mess. You sat up on your elbows to keep eye contact with him and the second his eyes met yours, he wasted no time. His tongue came out, licking at your entrance and dragging up to flick over your clit before retreating back into his mouth. “She wasn’t lying, Jake.” He was gloating to his brother, “Her pussy is fucking saccharine sweet.” Before Jake had a chance to respond, Sam was diving back in.

You dropped flat on the mattress only to arch you back off of it again as your hands grasped at the thick comforter, “Oh. Oh fuck, Sammy.” His tongue worked over your clit in a steady rhythm and after every few licks, he would drop down to push it inside of you. “God, don’t fucking stop!” You picked your head up to look down at him, but your eyes landed on Jake instead. His jeans were gone and he had a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while he watched his brother devour you. A nagging need to wrap your lips around him had you fighting through moans to beckon him, “C-mmm. C’mere, Jakey.”

He was rushing to your side, climbing on the bed to kneel beside you. Your hand went straight to his hard dick, grasping it as you started to stroke. He was going back and forth between your tits, squeezing each of them when you leaned towards him, spoiling the head of his cock with soft kitten licks. “Wanna feel you swallow me, baby.” He grabbed the back of your head and slowly pushed his hip forward. You retracted your hand and allowed him to slide deeper when Sam pushed a finger through your entrance, forcing a groan to vibrate over Jake’s cock. “Holy- Whatever you just did, Sam… I need you to do it again.” He slid himself further, just barely hitting your throat as his younger brother curled his long digit, drawing a deep moan from you and causing you eyes to roll back.

“Jake, you gotta get a taste of her.” Sam sat up, prompting his brother to pull out of your mouth with a pop. You watched as they proceeded to switch places, “How’s her mouth?”

Jake laid on chest, in the spot that he’d claimed first, “Fucking divine, brother.” Right after the words left his mouth, he was gripping your legs and rolling over. The next thing you knew, he was on his back, below you, while you straddled his face.

You were about to protest the position until his arms hooked your legs and pulled you down onto his mouth, “Jesus, Jake!” You lurched forward, using your palms to catch yourself as he sucked your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue over it. It didn’t take long before you were grinding against his mouth and riding his face. “Shitshitshitshit.” Your knuckles were white from the grip on the blanket.

Sam appeared in front of you, now fully nude, and brushed the hair from your face as he ran the tip of his cock along your lips, “You wanna show me how nice this pretty mouth is?” His pupils were blown, making his dark brown eyes turn almost completely black, and all you could do to answer him was open your mouth and let him in. Your tongue danced along the underside as he slid past your lips. He gathered your hair into his fist and began rocking his hips, “Take it all, Y/N. I know you can.” He continued fucking into your mouth, keeping an even pace as he bounced against the back of your throat. You felt Jake shifting between your legs for a moment before his tongue slipped into your pussy, pushing as far it could go while his nose brushed over your clit. The sensation had you moaning around Sam’s length and it caused him to jolt, slamming himself into your throat. “She’s fucking gagging on me, Jake.” There was a hint of laughter in his tone as he said it, but then you felt two fingers stretching you, stroking over your g-spot with the perfect amount of pressure as Jake’s lips found your clit again, and you couldn’t concentrate on anything outside of cumming on his face.

You pulled your mouth from Sam with a gasp and sat up, circling your hips on Jake’s tongue, “I’m gonna- Oh fuck, I-I’m.” Your thighs closed on his head as you collapsed forward, breathless and shaking with full body convulsions. His hold on your legs only tightened and he kept lapping at your folds, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, “P-please. I can’t…” Your eyes flashed to Sammy in a silent plea as tears threatened your eyes.

“Hey, ease up, Jake.” He tapped his brother’s arm, “You’re gonna make her tap out too soon.” His words worked enough that the elder Kiszka released you, allowing your body to fall limply to the mattress. Sam lifted your head to lay on his leg and swiped the hair from your sweaty forehead, “If you’re done, you gotta tell us, babe.” His voice was so soft and sweet, you could listen to him talk for hours. You were feeling pretty exhausted, but all you wanted since this night began was to feel one of them inside of you and you got lucky enough to have them both here.

You shook your head, rising to a sitting position, and climbed into Sam’s lap, “I want you fuck me until you cum.” His hands slid up your thighs to grasp your hips as you looked back at Jake, “And then I want Jakey to fuck me until he cums.” When you turned back to Sam, he lifted you just enough to slip his cock inside of you and you gripped his shoulders as he bottomed out, “Fuck, Sammy…” You dropped your head to his shoulder with a wince, giving yourself the time to adjust, before slowly lifting off of him to glide back down. You kept your movements relaxed but it wasn’t enough for him. His arms snaked around your back, squeezing you against him as he laid back and began hammering his hips into you. The sounds that filled the room were vulgar but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He was driving you straight to the edge again and you welcomed it, clawing at his skin like a wild animal.

No words could form in your brain or on your tongue, all you could manage were ear shattering cries as you started to tighten around him. “You’re fucking soaking me, Y/N.” The rhythm he’d had was beginning to falter, “I’m gonna cum, babe. I gotta pull out…” You heard the words leave his mouth and shook your head, meeting him with a look that he almost didn’t decipher, “Are you sure? I-.” His brows were pinched as he fought off his impending climax, but when you cut him off, frantically nodding your head as your jaw hung slack, he lost control.

“I want it, Sam. I fucking want it.” You were holding his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you, “Look at me while you fucking fill me up, Sammy.” His eyes began to roll but he brought them back, locking them directly on yours as he stopped breathing. You felt his jaw clench in your hand as he came, his face contorting. A warmth spread over you at the feeling of his release, painting your insides, “That’s my good boy.” You pecked his lips and released his face as you climbed off of him. He shrunk back against the pillows with a blissful smile over his face and you turned to Jake, “Are you ready for me, sir?” You ran your tongue across your lip as you eyed him, silently preparing yourself for a grande finale of an orgasm.

He was standing beside the bed, holding his dick in his hand, “Are you ready for me, beautiful?” He grabbed your ankles in a flash and hauled you to the edge of the mattress before pushing you to lay flat, “Spread, baby.” You obeyed without hesitation, hooking your hands behind your knees and opening yourself up for him. “Prettiest fucking pussy.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, sending a shiver throughout your body, “She’s a bit sensitive, huh?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was talking to himself. You let out a sharp hiss as he pushed into you, his thick cock stretching you more than Sam’s did, “Shh. You’ll get used to it, baby… and then you’ll be addicted.” He cooed as his hand rubbed over the insides of your thighs, but the gentleness of his hands was soon overpowered by the way he slammed into you.

He was playing your body like an instrument from God himself. Cock driving into you with the perfect rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with every entry. His thumb strumming your clit like you were a song he’d played a million times. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he took your left leg and pull it over to the right, leaving the lower half of your body twisted to the side while he still got a perfect view of the euphoric expressions you made. “Jake… Jake, I-.” You tried to tell him how good it felt, how great he felt, but the words failed you. He just gazed down at you, a proud smile on his face, as he fucked you deeper.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He had a handful of your ass, watching you nod your head, “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me.” Your mouth was agape, but nothing aside from pathetic whimpers would come out, “Come on, pretty baby. Tell me how bad you wanna cum.” There was a mocking tone to his voice as he started to slow his movements, giving you an expectant look.

The spring was wound so tight in your belly that it was almost painful. You swallowed hard and managed to choke out whatever your brain would permit, “I need it, Jake. I- Fuck.” You were gonna start pulling your hair out if he didn’t give you an orgasm, “Jake, please… I need you.” You saw something shift in his body language and he pulled your left leg back over to hook his waist, allowing him to lean down and catch your lips. The kiss was sloppy, tongues and lips clashing, but it all felt too good to care. When he started trailing kisses down your neck, your hands went to his back, holding him close, “Let me have you, Jakey. I fucking need it, baby.” You were whispering in his ear, letting your teeth graze the cartilage. There was no refuge from the mind altering pleasure he was providing and you were crashing down around him like a tidal wave as the rubber band snapped, catapulting you into a different realm. The climax hit hard and you were working your hips in tune with his, riding it out while willing him to cum, as well.

You could hear him mumbling against your skin, but you couldn’t make out any of the words until lifted his head to look at you, “I’m- Shit, baby… So fucking tight. I’m cumming.” You watched as his face twisted, similar to the way Sam’s had just a bit ago, feeling the first bit of his release. 

“That’s good, baby…” You stroked your hands down his back as he finished. You turned your head to look at Sammy, still laying against the pillows with drooping eyes and a dopey smile, “You guys were both amazing.” You reached up to grab his hand as Jake pulled out of you. Sam yanked at your hand and you crawled up the bed to lay beside him, curling your body into his side, “You feeling good, Sammy?”

He fought the sleep that threatened to close his eyes, “Hmm. I feel great. You felt fucking great.” You giggled at his sleepy, fucked out voice.

“What about you, Jake?” You held your hand out to him and pulled him down onto the bed as he took it.

He climbed in behind you, fitting against the curve of your body, “Fucking fantastic, baby.” He murmured into your hair as he let out a tired sigh. You smiled to yourself as you laid your head on Sam’s chest and draped a leg over his while Jake spooned you with an arm firmly around your waist. A silence fell upon the room as you soaked up their warmth. Just as a slumber began to take you, you made a promise to yourself that this was definitely not a one time thing.

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[milkgemini]

Haze

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 4k

Warnings: smut! 18+ minors DNI. oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, marijuana use.

A/N: merry christmas lovies :)

listen

“josh stop hogging the joint.” 

it’s a friday night and you have found yourself on the floor of your apartment, passing a joint back and forth with your childhood best friend. 

smoking with josh was one of your favorite things to do. you found him to be so interesting, with the way he randomly shot  bizzare facts at you while holding the most intricate conversations on subjects you’d usually find mundane if it were anyone else. 

“you’ve been holding it in your hand for about 5 minutes now. you’re letting it burn” 

“sorry honey, here.” 

Honey 

honey was the nickname josh gave you in highschool. there was a time you bought yourself a new perfume. josh loved the scent. said it reminded him of honey and chamomile, his favorite tea combination. so the name stuck. to him, it may have been a cute joke, but to you, every time you heard the nickname roll off of his tongue, it made your skin feel warm. 

“got lost in thought for a second” he carried on. 

“what are ya thinking about?” you asked him with a tilt of your head, passing the joint back to him again. because unlike josh, you take your hit and pass it right back. 

he reaches over for the joint, his head facing the ceiling, concentrating on the boring white paint. as he grabs the joint from you, your fingertips touch momentarily. he doesn’t turn his head, but the reaction in your stomach makes the sides of your mouth curl up. 

“if i were a couples therapist,” he rambles on, “i would totally suggest that everyone just get high with their partner. bam! problem solved.”

his answer causes you to huff a laugh. “i don’t think it’s that simple josh.” 

“well it can’t hurt.” he replies, followed by the exhale of smoke leaving his throat. 

silence was never awkward with josh. comfortability in the silence between conversations without finding it awkward was something you dearly cherished about your friendship with josh. 

with your heads both resting on the bottom of the couch, laying on the floor of your living room. you both stared at the ceiling side by side, taking in the soft music of “china cat sunflower” playing from the record player on the other side of the room. 

“ask me a question” he finally breaks the silence. 

“uhhh like what?” you retort back. 

“well that question doesn’t count. ask another.” 

you start to feel the high creep up, and everything josh says to you causes you to giggle. 

“ok well, let me think. what’s your favorite quality in a person?” you ask. 

“oh that’s a good one, honey. i would say i gravitate to the nurturing aspect of people. a caring soul can heal another ya know?” he answers your question. 

his reply causes you to smile genuinely to yourself. 

he moves from staring at the ceiling on his back, to turning on his side facing you, propping his elbow up and resting his head in the palm of his hand. 

“kind of like you.” he says to you, his voice soft. you can hear the smile on his face as he talks. 

“what?” you’re not sure if it’s because you’re now high, or the slight crush you have on josh is influencing your stupid question. you heard exactly what he said. 

“you know. your mind is cultivating. i can tell you care deeply about the people you surround yourself with. it’s comforting to me.” he holds eye contact with you and shoots you a toothy grin. 

his smile. the way his teeth are perfectly straight. with the adorable gap between the two in the front. his lips curling to hug those teeth as his smile grows wider. he’s perfect to you. 

“well thanks josh. you’re very sweet you know that” you’re praying he can’t see the pink tint forming on your cheeks right now. 

“you know…” he playfully squeezes your thigh right above your knee as you’re still seated back against the couch, him on his side. he keeps his hand rested there and you can feel your skin underneath heating up from his touch. “i may be stoned, but your beauty is noticeably remarkable tonight.” 

“josh…”

“what?” he sits back up, scooching closer to you now. your hips just about touching. his face tilted to look you in the eye. “friends can call each other beautiful, ya know” his eyes were heavy. a goofy smile plastered across his face as he flicks back and forth between looking in your eyes to your lips quickly. 

you realize his hand has never lost its spot on your thigh. “oh.. sorry i kinda forgot my han-“

“no it’s okay” you grab his hand and place it back on your thigh. 

“okay… well then what about this..” his fingertips trace lightly up your thigh but leave to find your jawline, carefully turning your head to look directly at him now. your faces are close, but noses not yet touching. he’s still giving you that lulled smile. 

“that’s okay too, josh” you answer his question. trying your best not to stare at his lips. 

“now it’s my turn to let you know that’s okay” he replies, thumb swiping against your jaw now. 

“hmm? what do you mean” a bashful smile creeping up on your face. 

“i see you glancing to my lips. it’s okay.” he reassures you. 

“yeah?” your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth as your stare shifts into his eyes. 

his thumb leaves its spot on your jaw and moves to your lips. pulling your bottom lip from your teeth, softly brushing over it. 

you can feel him moving closer to you now. his right hand firmly planted on the carpet between you, his left cupping your chin, pulling you closer until your noses brush against each other. 

“and this? is this ok-“ he asks. 

you answer his question by pressing your lips against his. the feeling of his soft lips causes any thought left in your brain to melt. with your nose so close to his skin, you take in his scent deeply between breaths. his fingers extended across your cheek holding you in place as if you would ever leave. 

josh keeps the kiss gentle, but passionate. pressing his lips against yours hard, but not rushed. he dares to make the first move by opening his mouth, inviting your tongue inside. your tongue brushes against his, feeling the warmth of the inside of his mouth. you hum to yourself as you taste him for the very first time. he tastes like the mint of the gum he was chewing earlier accompanied by the weed you’ve shared together. 

he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to you, his nose still slotted against yours. you pout to yourself, never wanting that specific moment in time to end. 

“honey, can i tell you something…” 

you’re worried. does he have some secret girl in his life that he’s never told you about and is planning to spring something on you?

“what is it?” you finally reply, trying your best not to seem anxious. 

“i have wanted to taste your lips for a very long time. feel how soft they are.” 

you feel your shoulders relax. he’s thought of you in this way? for how long?

you don’t reply verbally, but instead with the continuation of the kiss. this one with more force behind it. you grab the back of his neck causing him to crash into you. with the music on such a low volume in the corner, the sounds of you both gasping for air between kisses fills the room. 

he pulls away from you to stand in front of you, extending his arms out to offer you his hands. you take them and he pulls you to your feet. toe to toe, chest to chest, he places a hand on either side of your face, tilting your head upward to look at him. he smiles to himself while scanning your face entirely. 

“so pretty, honey.” 

his lips find yours once more as he guides you backwards towards the couch. the back of your knees hit it, and he slowly guides you to sit as he follows after. he positions your legs to drape across his lap. your back laying against the arm of the couch. 

his grip on your cheek trails down to your neck. tilting your chin up to face the ceiling. his lips leave yours just to be replaced against the skin under your ear. his lips are swollen from being attached to yours for so long, they feel so soft and plump against the sensitive skin there. 

as he continues his trail of kisses, the ones against your collarbone become wetter, flicking his tongue out to taste a new expanse of skin he’s never explored before. he slides down the straps of your tank top and bra, letting them fall against your arm. he leaves kisses to your shoulder, back down to the top of your breast. when he gets there, he opens up to softly nip the plump skin there. you confirm your enjoyment in his actions by letting a soft moan leave your mouth. 

his fingertips curl over the top of your tank and the cups of your bra. before he does anything, he looks up at you through his lashes, silently asking for permission. your hand finds the top of his head pushing him down granting him access to that intimate part of you. 

before he pulls your top down, he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra with one hand. you don’t know whether to be impressed or heated with jealousy at his ability to do that. with your bra out of the equation, he pulls your top down to just below your breasts. with you fully in his view now, he grabs both in his hands and kneads the soft skin with his palms. his mouth attached to your right nipple, sucking lightly. as his mouth leaves you, he replaces his lips with his tongue as to not make you miss him too long between. he flattens his tongue against your nipple and swipes over it once, maintaining eye contact. he changes the motion to short flicks of his tongue. with your hand still on the back of his neck, you begin to tug at the curls there. 

“oh josh” you stretch your neck that’s resting on the arm of the couch, to face the ceiling now. playing with his curls in between the flicks of his tongue on your nipple.

he leaves your breast and assists you in lifting your arms up to pull your tank top over your head. as he smoothes them back down to your side, he grabs your hips, forcing you to scooch down on the couch laying more flat now. 

his lips return back to your skin, leaving quick kisses down your tummy in a straight line. the palm of your hand brushes from his forehead to his hair pushing it back exposing his forehead to you. you continue these motions over and over, a way of answering in physical touch how much you’re enjoying this right now. 

he finally reaches the elastic band of your sweatpants, and kisses a horizontal line at the skin right above them. his fingers curl underneath the band. you buck your hips up to help him in the removal of them. he tugs both your panties and your sweats down to your ankles, gripping your heels one at a time to help you get your feet out, then tosses the pants to the side. 

as soon as his focus is back on you, he realizes your legs are clamped shut, knees touching. 

he reaches over, swiping his thumb against your cheekbone. “you know honey, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with?” he grins down at you with the most genuine smile. making you feel loved and cared for. 

“no it’s not that, josh. i want this. with you. it’s just..” 

“you can tell me..” he makes you feel safe. 

“it’s just.. i’ve never done this. i’ve never had someone taste me there..”

his hands are now rubbing up and down your thighs finally stopping at your knees, slowly prying them from each other to spread yourself for him. 

“oh honey. can i please show you how bad i’ve wanted to taste you there. let me show you how much i’ve wanted this” 

he continues to push your thighs apart, while slowly lowering himself to slot between your legs. you give him a shy nod in confirmation and begin to relax your shoulders against the couch. 

his lips finally return to the skin below your belly button, taking his time to make sure you feel every second of this. in his mind he is thinking, “she deserves to feel every ounce of pleasure”. with his mouth reaching closer to the spot you need him most, his hands clutch the meat of your thighs to fully expose you to him. thumbs rubbing lightly against the sensitive skin there. 

bucking your hips towards his face, you show him you’re ready to feel his mouth against you. he huffs a laugh and lowers his head. as you look down, all you can see are the curls at the top of his head, his face disappearing between your thighs. you wish you snap of photo of this. 

he places a quick kiss to your lower lips, immediately sending chills to your body. he can see your wetness start to accumulate between your folds. the sight of it, giving him the motivation to roughly push your thighs back with the palm of his hands. his dives into you, flattening his tongue and running it up your slit a few times. 

your hand snaps down to his curls, gripping a handful and tugging. 

“oh fuck josh! that feels fucking amazing.” 

after your core is soaked from both your wetness and his saliva, he points his tongue to improve his accuracy beyond your lips. he starts at your entrance, just barely inserting the tip of his tongue. 

“oh my god..” your grip on his curls tightens with every wave of pleasure. he loves to hear your sounds of approval. 

his tongue quickly swipes up to your clit, causing your hips to jolt. with this reaction, he looks up at you through his lashes as he focuses on your tiny bud of pleasure. he surrounds his lips with it, pulling it between them, audibly letting go each time. after a few times, he leaves open mouths kisses against your clit, as if he’s making out against your pussy. the combination of his lips to your clit and his tongue swirling against it creates a tight feeling in your stomach. 

“more josh.. can you-“ 

“like this?” he shoves two fingers inside you roughly with no warning. his mouth still sucking your clit between his lips as he pumps his ring finger and middle finger in you, never breaking eye contact. 

“fuck josh. yes just like that. please.” your hips are grinding against his mouth and fingers. your jaw clenched as you crane your neck towards the ceiling. 

his pace quickens, both his fingers and the flicks of his tongue against your clit. he watches you from down below. he watches your body twitch with pleasure and your jaw clench. he feels you squirming. 

“josh i think i’m gonna cum. please don’t stop” you say to him through clenched teeth. 

“please cum for me honey. cum in my mouth just like this.” 

his dirty words are what sends you off the edge completely. you’ve never heard josh speak so sexually before, to you or anyone for that matter. you let out a strangled moan not caring what neighbors hear you. your back arches off the couch, the palm of your hand never releasing it’s grip on his hair. 

as you begin to return back down to earth, you feel josh slowly licking you through the come down of your orgasm. before he can finish with you, you grab the sides of his face and pull his mouth to yours. his upper lip is wet with your arousal, the taste of yourself on his tongue turning you on even more. 

with josh still fully clothed, resting between your legs, you break the kiss to hold his face and look him in the eyes. 

“i want you to fuck me, joshua.” 

he grins down to you and places a kiss to the side of your mouth. 

“anything for you, honey. anything” 

he attaches his mouth to yours once more. continuing the open mouthed kisses as he simultaneously pulls his briefs and sweats down. 

once free from confinement, he grips his length in his palm. you stare wide eyed at him. his cock is pretty. you didn’t know a cock could be so pretty, but his is. he’s big but not too much to where it would be too painful, but you’re favorite part is how thick he is. the thought of it makes you crave him stretching you out even more. 

as your thoughts race, you become more impatient and need him inside you, now. you wrap your ankles around his hips and bring him further down towards you. his length still in his hands, he runs the tip of his dick through your folds. gathering your wetness before diving inside you. 

with each brush against your clit, you bite down harder on your bottom lip. he plays with your pussy with his cock for a while, before the teasing becomes too much for you. 

you forcefully grab his biceps and bring him even closer now, his lips just ghosting yours. 

“josh please… i want to feel you inside of me. please?” 

although teasing your pussy made his cock even harder, he can’t control himself when he hears your gentle fucked out voice. 

he leans back on the heels of his feet and concentrates on the tip of his cock entering you. with just the tip in, your jaw already falls open. he glances back up at you with a sneaky grin. 

“more josh. now.”

with this, he shoves himself fully inside of you without any warning. a wailing moan escaping your throat at the feeling of him stretching you out. it burns, but the pain feels so good. 

after a few seconds of letting you become accustomed to him, he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. his eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels how wet you are, coating his cock completely. 

as his pace quickens, his bottom lip finds itself tucked between his teeth, clamping down hard. his eyes dead locked on the sight of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy. the sight of it alone causing him to twitch inside of you. 

his right hand leaves your thigh and brings itself to your mouth. swiping his thumb against your bottom lip. you press a kiss to his thumb and he retracts it, just to place it on your clit. as he continues to slam into you, he swipes quickly across your clit, causing your toes to curl behind him. 

he leans down to find your lips with his own. pushing past your lips and licking into your mouth. you moan into his mouth as the rhythm of his thumb playing with your clit, and his cock fully submerged inside you never falter. 

you’re starting to feel so full and taken care of, as everything around you is consumed by josh. 

his thrusts into you become rougher, a sign he is nearing his own climax. his lips pull away from you. as he watches your tits bounce below him from the harshness of his thrusts, he groans to himself. his fingers leave your cheek just to find your bottom lip. he pulls your bottom lips down to expose your teeth. 

“open” he commands you quickly. 

you lower your bottom jaw and lay your tongue out flat for him. with him now hovering over you, he lets a trail of saliva fall onto your tongue and taps the side of your cheeks, silently instructing you to swallow. processing how sexy that was to you, your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

instead of quick swipes against your clit, he changes his pace to rubbing circles around it. he can feel you getting wetter as his cock slips in and out of you. 

“can you cum for me one more time, pretty girl? want to make you feel good again before mine.” 

he cups your jaw with just enough pressure while maintaining eye contact as his hips slam into the back of your thighs. his stare searing into your eyes. soft gasps and moans falling from your mouth with each slam into your pussy. 

he can feel you clench around his cock and he knows you're close. as if to purposely push you over that edge, he breaks the intense eye contact to look down at his thumb toying with your clit. his chin to his chest, he gathers saliva on his tongue letting it roll slowly off it and drip onto your clit, providing even more moisture for him to swirl around you.

as you watch him do this, your whines become so drawn out. he increases the pressure of his thumb pressing harder against your clit. 

“that’s it, baby. you’re there. now just let go for me” 

his comforting words force you into oblivion. the insides of your thighs shaking against his hips. you clench your jaw shut along with your eyes. 

he talks you through you orgasm. whispering sweet nothings to you, coaxing you through it. your constant pants of breath turning him on beyond belief. he’s holding on for dear life inside you, clenching his own jaw now. 

as soon as he feels your walls relax, his own need takes over him. he grips either side of your neck forcefully, aiding his thrusts into you. 

with one final pump, he pushes himself to the hilt and unleashes his cum inside you. immediately, you moan at the feeling of his warmth coating your walls; his cock twitching inside you. 

with his forehead pressed against yours, and his eyes closed, you swallow his breaths brushing against your lips. 

he opens his eyes looking into yours, with his cock still resting inside you, you feel as if he’s truly looking into you. his genuine gaze towards you causing heat to rise against your skin. 

his thumb brushing softly against your cheek bones, he places a slow and soft kiss to your lips, breathing in your scent deeply.

after a while of taking in each other's presence, bodies pressed against one another, he leans back on his heels. 

“i’m gonna pull out now, okay?” 

he slowly retracts himself from inside of you and watches the cum that was plugged with his cock slowly leak out from you. 

with the loss of his fullness you wince, but are taken by surprise when you see josh at the bottom of you, cock in his fist, swiping his cum up and down your slit. 

he squeezes the remainder of the cum off his length pulling from the bottom to the top and wiping it on his own shirt before reaching from behind to take it off of him and clean you with it. 

as he throws his shirt to the side, he lays down against you. his fingertips pressed to your jaw, turning your face to his to plant a kiss to your lips. 

“thank you, honey.” he murmurs into your ear. his voice being taken over with exhaustion. eyes beginning to close. 

you giggle underneath him, giving a kiss to his damp forehead, tasting the salt of the sweat on his skin. 

“for what, josh?” you ask. 

“you make me feel at home.” 

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[gretavanlace]

Animosity

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, unprotected sex, aggression, arguing, name calling, digital penetration, dirty talk, pet names, etc.

Porn without plot. Arguably an extended blurb, but we have much to celebrate! so my gift, on the eve of Starcatcher, is smut. I love you all! Shout out to this crazy hot request!! Thank you, anon…we adore you and your beautiful mind ❤️

“So, you’re just going to walk away from me? Like what I have to say means fuck all? Like I mean fuck all?” He sinks further back into the couch, crossing his arms like a sullen, bad-tempered child.

“No, Jake,” you snipe right back. A cruel, dismissive edge sharpening your tone until it slices through the anger-choked air in the living room like a rusty steak knife yanked from the back of the drawer. “I’m just sick of listening to you run your mouth about shit that doesn’t matter. I pissed you off. Fucking enthralling story, can you tell it again?”

“You’re tired of listening to me, or you want me to tell it again?” His boots slam down on the coffee table just to pluck at your nerves further. “Make up your fucking mind, sweetheart.”

Christ, you don’t know that you’ve ever been this furious with him, though you really can’t even remember why. It’s been all day. Back and forth. Bitter bickering. Button pushing. Poking and poking, until it feels like the energy between the two of you could break apart with fevered electricity.

“Fuck you.” Is all you can summon. It hisses out of you as you spin on your heel to find solace in the kitchen…the closest room where he isn’t.

With more force than would ever be necessary, you’re throwing open the refrigerator door, fingers wrapped around a bottle of water, when you feel his arms wrap around you, tugging you away from the task at hand with a quiet grunt low in his throat.

The bottle clatters to the floor with a bouncing thud, as you’re pressed against the counter. You’ve hardly had a blink to register, but his hand is fisted in your hair and squeezing against your scalp until it stings like delicious fire. “Fuck me?” He hums, soft and saccharine. “But you seem so angry with me, kitty cat. Seems like maybe you might even hate me. S’that what baby wants? A little hate fucking?”

“Jake, stop!” you snap, with an elbow digging into his stomach, unwilling to let go of your upset even though your thighs are clenched and aching to spread wide for him.

“Have you forgotten your safe word?” The heated query growls into your ear, though he already knows what the answer will be.

Your teeth are clenched - but with wrath or lust, you can’t be sure, “No.”

“Fucking use it, then.” His thigh is between yours now, shoving your legs open further apart exactly the way you’d longed for just moments ago.

“No.” You repeat, once more, even nastier than before. It physically pains you to give him the upper hand, but you love it, too. Fuck, how you love it.

“Oh,” you can hear the smug, cocky, fucking smirk in his tone. “So, my angry little kitty cat wants to be stroked. Is that why you’ve been so goddamn irritating all day? Pretty girl wants to fuck?”

You arch your back, pressing against him in the hopes that he’ll just go ahead and shut up. That he’ll go ahead and destroy you right there at the counter like a whore. Like his whore.

Your silence won’t do for him, and a swift tug at your tangles tells you so, before his voice rasps into the night. “Is that it? Does pretty girl with her pretty wet pussy want to fuck?”

The feverish nod against his clutch comes before you can stop it.

“Say it.”

Oh, fuck you, Jacob. Smug little bastard who can’t let the opportunity to make you taste his victory, pass.

“Hmm-mm,” you moan out, shaking your head, lips squeezed into an impossibly flat line to bite back the flurry of obscene pleas that threaten to tear out of you.

“Okay,” he’s taunting now, and you know you’re in trouble before you’ve even felt his fingers creeping beneath the hem of your panties. “But look at this. You’re dripping. Don’t you want to drip, all filthy and gorgeous, all over me? All over my cock?”

“Yeah,” it shivers out of you with a wanton desperation that should make your cheeks flush with shame. Instead, your entire body flushes with need.

He stands firm and sickeningly sexy “Then say it. Do as you’re fucking told, kitten, and I’ll make you feel good, promise.”

Every ounce of fight drains from your body as you relax down against the butcher's block countertop, and you know without a doubt you’ll need to be careful not to rake tracks into the wood once he’s buried inside you. Careful not to claw marks where you shouldn’t. Careful not to live up to the pet name he only trots out when he’s feeling particularly nasty.

“Say it, baby.” He presses, petting your hair so gently you sigh.

“Pretty girl wants to fuck,” you’re nearly panting between words, but you can’t help it, nor do you care to. Let him hear what he does to you. Let him bear witness to the depravity he sets free to boil through your veins. Let him see.

“Good girl.” He slips the pad of his finger over your slick clit, groaning at how swollen you already are. How ready. How fucking needy. All for him. “Say it. Who’s my good girl?”

“I am.” Your hips are circling and rocking into his touch…you need more, more, more. “I’m your good girl.”

“Yeah, you are.” He nods, forehead resting at your shoulder. “Such a good girl. So, why do you insist on being so fucking bad? Naughty, mouthy little witch. Fucking heartless.”

His touch teases at your entrance, waiting, gentle and nearly still, until you fuck yourself back onto them, slipping him inside with a roll of your hips. “Oh, fuck yes, kitten…just like that. Baby thinks she’s just gonna take what she wants, but she’s wrong…” his voice is quiet, yet melodic. He’s almost singing to you, teasing you, baiting you along with a blissful, bullying, air.

“Whose pretty pussy is this?” He rasps, toying with you.

“It’s yours, Jake.” You purr, arching and trembling. “That’s your pretty pussy.”

“It’s yours, Jake.” He mocks, all high pitched and airy. You half expect him to pull your hair and call you names. To shove you down and skin your knees…and you’re not ashamed to admit, you wouldn’t hate it.

“Tell me you want to feel my fingers inside your greedy, soaked cunt.” True to his role, he snatches your head back by the strands of your hair still locked in his grip. “Tell me you want me to finger fuck you until you cum all over the kitchen tile.”

Your will power has vanished, as though it never existed to begin with. Where is all that fight that once burned in your belly? “I want it…” you’re breathless, whining like a slut, spread out on the counter, tongue sweeping out to curl against the wood because you just need to fucking taste something, anything.

You carry on, happy to complete your pornographic request, if only to make him as weak for you as you are for him. But, he is weaker for you, always…you just can’t ever seem to see it. Instead, his palm covers your mouth, strong and sure.

“It’s cute that you think I really want to hear it. Adorable, even, kitty cat.” He sounds hateful, but you hear the devotion behind the facade, he’s happy to be here with you, wrapped up close, no more angry, blistering space between your bodies.

“I’ve listened to you enough today, don’t you think?” His teeth sink into your earlobe until your knees buckle with a whimpered hum.

“Oh, now you’ve got nothing to say?” His accusation is gritted out between the clamp of his teeth at your ear, sending blazing chills down your spine to curl your toes against the frigid ceramic. “You wanna stay quiet now? Alright then, whatever you want, baby girl. Quiet it is. I’ll help you with that…”

His grip is suddenly iron clad around your throat, squeezing until your gasps rasp and your eyes roll back. His opposite hand is at your mouth, fingers sliding against your tongue, nudging into your throat until you’re silencing a gag.

It doesn’t matter, he feels it. “Be glad it isn’t my cock, shutting this pretty mouth up. Be grateful you aren’t fucking swallowing me and praying I’ll let you breathe.”

You aren’t grateful at all. In fact, you’d give just about anything to be on your knees for him…

And he knows it.

Like a cat in heat, you slink further down, presenting and preening. You want more. You need more…

And he knows that, too.

“C’mere,” it growls out of him, low and rumbling like a feral animal descending upon stalked prey - and before the shudder has even finished shaking through your taxed system, he’s gathering you up in his arms.

Small in stature he might be, but the strength in his grasp has never failed to amaze you. Now, as he jerks you around until you’re caged in his embrace like a writhing doll, is certainly no different.

“Are you sorry, kitten?” He hisses, manhandling you as he throws a dining chair away from the table and spins it just so. “Are you sorry for making me throw you around like the insubordinate little fuck slut you are? Are you sorry for making my cock so hard? It aches for you…it wants its pretty, pretty baby, with her pretty, pretty cunt.”

Down he lumbers, positioning himself on the chair with you, held up away from his lap, watching with rapt attention and a watering mouth as he violently tugs his pants open without care.

And then, there it is, his beautiful cock. Flushed and pulsing. Flexing fiercely and bobbing in the air so pink, so thick, so slick at the blushing crown, so fucking captivating. You can’t take your eyes off of it, and why would you ever want to?

His hands are ripping at you, tearing your panties off ruthlessly until the silk burns across your skin leaving strawberry pink welts in its wake…pulling at the neck of your tshirt until it, too, gives way to his madness and rips apart enough for him to unleash his mouth against your breasts.

It’s a flurry of perfect teeth burying their way into your nipple, the delicious pressure of his lips and tongue, wet, warm, and sucking, as your fingers twist in his hair, crushing him closer to you. His moans are muffled and unidentifiable against the goosebumps he has raised upon your skin.

“Jake, please.” You’re rocking at the air, as still, he holds you away from his lap. “Please please please…”

“That’s it, kitten.” He sounds self-satisfied and disgustingly content with your despair. He’s such a prick when he gets this way, and fuck if you don’t absolutely live for it. “Beg for my cock like a whore. Beg for me to fill your sweet, slutty, cunt. God, look at you. Fucking gorgeous.”

But, rather than beg, out comes the pout he can never seem to resist. “Give it to me.” Your puckered bottom lip tucks between your teeth as you stare down longingly at the prize your body longs to swallow up. “Fuck me, Jake…fuck your kitten. Please, baby?”

“You fuckin’ brat.” He snaps, but his arms loosen, allowing just a hint more freedom to your movement. “Spoiled little thing isn’t playing fair.” He tugs your mouth open and licks against your tongue.

“Go on, then,” his palm, warm and insistent, cracks your ass cheek, hard and firm. Milk chocolate eyes dancing wildly when you suck in a sharp gasp. “You want it so badly? Fuck me. Kitty wants some dick? Kitty can fucking work for it.”

Your hips lower without hesitation and rock this way and that until the tip of his cock is resting at your entrance. “C’mon, kitty cat,” he coaxes like the arrogant prince he likes to pretend to be. “Fuck me.”

Without preamble, without thought for angle, or the consequence of pain, you sink down around him all at once. Sucking him in, hot and snug, tightening around him with a wail of relief as your head tips back until you're crying out to the ceiling.

His face is hidden between your breasts, mouth searching, tongue lapping at your skin as he groans and murmurs your name. “You feel so good, baby girl. So fucking good. Too fucking good. Fuck…fuck…”

Back and forth his pretty face nuzzles, his mouth searching out places to mark you, sucking bruises into your tits as you shove them further in his face, silently begging him to brand you.

But as he grows louder, he begins fighting back to the surface, shaking off your riptide in favor of that delectable dominance he favors “Faster.” He orders, both hands taking hold of your throat just hard enough to make you writhe. “Do it, baby. Come on…” there’s that teasing, coaxing tone that sets your entire body alive in white hot, licking, flames. “Come on. You know how to do it. You know how to fuck me, c’mon.”

Harder and faster you ride him, clutching at the back of his chair for leverage until your knuckles are ghost-white and your nails are screaming, threatening to snap off in the wood.

“Good girl…” his grip is twisting so gently around your neck as your keening moans vibrate into his palms. “Good fucking girl. Say it.”

You know what he wants, and so he shall have it. “I’m a good fucking girl.” They are hardly words at all, more like breathless whines, but they do just fine for him.

“Yes, you are, kitten, yes you are.” Now one of his hands is at your cheek, cupping it as agonized tears streak into his palm…you’re just so fucking close. “And you’re gonna be a good girl and fuck me until I cum, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” it’s ineloquent and cut off by a shaking moan, but you’ve never cared about anything less.

“Yeah, you are. Make me cum, kitty cat. Come on, make me fucking cum…”

This time, it's his words that drift off into incoherent, desperate whines that flip your stomach and trip you over the edge. You finish, hard and fast, lulled by the obscenities tumbling off of his filthy tongue.

“Please, baby…” he’s clutching at you now, thrusting up to meet you so forcefully you absently worry he might tip the chair over, toppling you both to the floor. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna, oh fuck…”

His teeth catch your shoulder through the tattered remnants of your shirt, gnawing at your flesh as grunts and wails and growls of release seep into your skin.

Finally, though you wish it would never end, his arms fall slack, swinging at the sides of the chair, as his mouth soothes over the bites he’s left you with.

“God damn, baby girl…” he laughs softly, kneading softly into the screaming muscles of your thighs. “Thought you were gonna fuck it right off.”

“Shut up,” you giggle, quiet with exhaustion. “Take me upstairs and take care of me? I’m sleepy.”

Without a word, you’re gathered up in his arms. You know you’ll be tenderly deposited at the foot of the stairs, to navigate them on your own, with your hand held in his…but that’s perfect, you’re always happy to let him lead the way.

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Pumpkin Spice

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: It wasn’t Halloween if you didn’t carve pumpkins. Well, that’s what your best friend, Josh insisted on every year. To you, it didn’t matter what you were doing as long as it was with him. The night had started off like any other, but quickly evolved as feelings you weren’t aware of, or willing to accept before, were suddenly brought to the surface. 

Word Count: 11k

AN: This is the first installment of our Halloween Collection. Since this is a collaboration, please make sure to also send feedback and support to the wonderful miss Allie @ageofnations . We had lots of fun putting this together and hope you all do as well 🧡

**Disclaimer: Everything written here is intended to be read as complete fiction with utmost respect for the real people these characters may be based on. We do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way.**

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, NSFW/18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI! (Sexually explicit content: unprotected penetrative sex, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, choking, praise, orgasm denial, super slight spit kink, if we missed anything please let us know!)

The faded, more-than-loved oversized flannel that made its appearance each fall brushed against your skin, wrapping your body like a familiar hug, comforting you in its simple pleasure. 

The apartment was quickly filling up with the aroma of the warm vanilla and pumpkin candle that you had recently bought on one of your shopping outings. A collection of fuzzy blankets and throws littered the small couch, giving you something to snuggle with while watching your favorite movies.

You took an incredible amount of joy decorating the modest living space with the seasonal and Halloween themed knick-knacks collected over the years. Your Friday night was starting to feel calm, peaceful even.

As comforting as your place had become, there was something that was still making you restless. You were fidgeting with the items displayed across your coffee table, trying not to look at your phone every five seconds. He wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t perfect. He had seen your place in its worst condition many times over, but you needed something to focus on so you could push the anxiety you had been feeling recently. 

He’d never admit to you that his hands were shaking as he put the car in drive, departing from his place to yours. He’d never tell you that he almost turned the car around, almost too nervous to keep his word that he’d spend time with you for the first time in what felt like ages. He’d certainly never let it show that you had begun to consume every waking thought, and live in each of his dreams at night.

When you were apart, everything reminded him of you. When you were together, he ached for you. Wishing he could tell you how he felt, but too afraid to lose you if you didn’t feel the same. He wanted to tell you how much he loved when you hummed along to music, lost in your own world and careless that anyone could hear. To let you know that the sound of your laughter played in his head whenever he thought of you. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Where his glances lingered too long and how he craved your touch non-stop, you were simply existing in ignorant bliss. 

He had accepted that this was the way things would be. You, completely oblivious to his longing, hopeless pining as you continued to cherish his friendship and affection. Knowing he would rather have you like this than not at all, the thought of losing you terrified him. There was a point where he decided that a few weeks away might help. The break from you could bring him back to reality, to maybe see you as only a “friend”. It only seemed to make it worse. His time away from you only solidified that he cared about you more than you knew.  

You of course questioned how distant he was. It pained him not to tell you the truth when you asked if you had done something wrong. If he had been upset with you somehow. When you finally asked for him to spend time with you tonight, he couldn’t refuse. He missed you in more ways than you could imagine, and he had to make up for the time he lost. He had to show you that he was sorry for ever making you think you were the problem, that you deserved every ounce of his time. He wanted to even show you that this “break” didn’t stop the thoughts of wanting you from entering his mind. He felt guilty, selfish for them.

His brothers knew it. Hell, he was convinced everyone saw it but you. Especially Jake. It was the unspoken topic, the elephant in the room up until recently. He had always brushed off his twin’s advice, but the conversation they had shared earlier in the week changed things for him.

“Stop sulking and just fucking ask her out already.”

Josh lifted his head from the journal laid on the table in front of him, seeing his twin padding over to the fridge. He rummaged momentarily and retrieved a beer before he shut the door, a bit too harshly than intended, but he didn’t flinch.

“Huh?” He blinked at Jake.

Jake motioned to the open book that Josh had been scribbling in, a hobby that he had taken up much more often upon not seeing you as much. Jake huffed. “You’ve been pouting for two weeks. Make a move or get over it.”

“I just can’t-“

“Why?” Jake groaned, cutting off his brother’s weak excuse. 

“Because. We’re friends and I don’t want to fuck that up, okay? What if it ruins things? What if she doesn’t have those feelings? It will never be the same.”

He hummed in thought, sucking his teeth before answering, “I think you underestimate how much she likes you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it for a second. She hasn’t seriously dated anyone with you constantly attached to her at the hip for like the last five years. And I don’t know if you’re ignoring her or what, but she’s been blowing my phone up all week asking about you. Even texting Sam. Sam! Of all people. I’m telling you, she’s into you.”

Josh was in denial about the idea. He wasn’t sure he could ever build up the courage to see you again so soon if he thought that you felt the same way. “I think you’re reading too far into it.”

“Whatever. Just man the fuck up and do something about it before she comes to her senses and dates someone else for fuck’s sake” 

The interaction stewed for several days, and he replayed it in his mind as he gripped the steering wheel. Every word. Every touch, Every glance you gave had a new meaning to him. Was Jake right? Was there something more to it?

The possibility alone intensified his impulses. But by the time he had come close enough to obey them, to finally turn around and make an elaborate excuse as to why he bailed out on your plans, he was in your driveway. 

He had never been too fond of his acting skills. Sure, he had done theatre, it was something he enjoyed and had even wanted to pursue as a career at some point, but he still found it difficult to believe those that praised him for his abilities. Even after receiving leading roles in whatever production he was involved in, he never thought he was the most qualified for the job. But this… whatever this was with you… he was proud of. Every day with you, every interaction, was its own production. And he somehow managed to put up an act every time. This was a dress rehearsal, a gig that as long as he performed well, he’d be able to keep you around.  

————

“A little help here!”  A voice, broken with heavy breathing, called out into your apartment.

You had expected him, of course. You had been looking forward to seeing him for the first time in what felt like forever, tonight seemingly the only thing you had been anticipating all week. But that didn’t make his boisterous arrival any less alarming.

“Josh!” You gasped, clutching at your chest as if to keep your frantically beating heart within the walls of your sternum. “Don’t you knock anymore?!”

You made your way around the corner of the living room, shifting your view to your best friend laughing as he set the items down at your kitchen table with a heavy thud. 

“Oh I’m sorry, was I not carrying two heavy ass pumpkins and the fucking liquor up three flights of stairs?” He motioned to the two giant pumpkins, catching one as it tried to roll off the edge of the table. 

“Whatever,” you scoffed. “I could have been indecent or something.”

The tone of his voice shifted into a teasing nature, “Indecent?”

“You know, like, I could have been walking around my apartment naked.”

Just as it left your mouth, you wished you could reel it back in. He wasn’t one to let an opportunity to poke fun at you slip past him. 

“You walk around naked in your apartment?” He laughed again, with his back still facing you.

Even though he couldn’t see you roll your eyes, he could hear the attitude in your tone, “Shut up.”

And when he finally turned towards you, even though it was slight, you felt your eyes widen as you spotted it. The new patches of hair above his upper lip and chin.

Without a second thought, you reached out, “Excuse me?!” You brushed the hair with your fingertips, checking if what you were seeing was actually real or if you had just imagined it. “I don’t see you for a few weeks and this is what happens?”

Josh knew his body froze for a moment as your fingers grazed against his skin. He knew that his breathing faltered, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost himself in your touch. He wanted to grab your hand, to keep it still when your fingertips brushed against his lips. 

If only you knew how every fleeting graze made his heart race wildly within his chest. He thought he had mastered covering up his feelings for you, but in recent months it had become more difficult. And right now, it was completely, utterly, entirely unavoidable. 

If you only knew that he had spent hours today passing in front of the mirror, anxiously fixating on the new growth of hair on his face. Worried that you would hate it, but maybe even more worried about if you would like it. He imagined over and over what your reaction would be.

At first, he was nervous when you gasped at the sight, but even through your teasing, he saw the small smirk break through the facade. He saw that same look of intrigue, of pure amazement, that occurred when you were engrossed in a new book. The hesitant wonder as you tried on an outfit that might have been slightly out of your comfort zone, yet still looked just as good on you as he knew it would. It was a familiar face, but he had never been this close while experiencing it. 

If this is what it took, if this was his only option in getting to have you this close, he’d do it all the time. He’d never shave, he’d grow a beard if it meant you’d react this way. He’d do anything if he knew it would be the only time he’d feel the soft tips of your fingers padding along his face.

“You don’t like it?” He took a step back, mainly so he wouldn’t get too much in his own head, and stroked the hair. 

“I hate it.” You tried to speak with sincerity, but the smirk you had tried to hide finally broke through. It certainly wasn’t your favorite look, but you definitely didn’t hate it - no matter how much you wanted to.

“Maybe you can forgive me? I did bring you a peace offering.” Josh’s smirk made you suspicious almost instantly. He turned momentarily, digging into the brown paper bag and pulling out a bottle of Fireball whiskey. It seemed as if its logo were taunting you, the iconic red demonic fire-breathing dragon tempting you with bad decisions.

“You did not.” You fought the smile that was tugging at the corner of your lips. 

“What?” He questioned defensively. “I thought it was fitting for Halloween. Ya know, the cinnamon and all that shit?”

You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but giggle at his thought process. “I think you just like seeing me suffer.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed, throwing an elbow into your arm before he crossed the kitchen. You watched him move through the space as if it were his own, almost entranced by how he seemed to fit in so easily here. It was natural. It was domestic. Even with time apart, he melded effortlessly back into your world as if he had never left. 

Thinking about your time away made you feel downcast all over again. You loved having him around, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you. But you couldn’t help but feel as if something was off. Something had caused him to be distant, something he still hadn’t disclosed to you. It worried you.

“Hey…” you spoke gently while he had his back to you. He had been reaching for the shot glasses in your cabinet, but once he paused his actions and turned his cheek to you, you knew you grabbed his attention.

You hesitated before asking, almost afraid of the answer, but mostly feeling silly for needing the reassurance. “Are…are we okay?”

“Yeah…” He paused, and you noticed his eyes flick down to the counter as if he were avoiding making eye contact with you. He quickly tried to recover, correcting his tone with a more enthusiastic response and a soft, closed smile. “Yeah!” You knew this was an attempt to reassure you, but it didn’t even seem that he was convinced himself. There was a hint of sadness somewhere within his golden-honeyed irises. 

“...Are you sure?” You tried again, making a mental note of how quickly he had resumed his task of retrieving the glasses.

“Of course,” he said before clearing his throat, breaking his gaze to the bottle in his hand as he picked at the plastic wrapper. You had known him long enough that he was stalling for something to say. “I think I’ve just been going through some things, ya know? Stuff I needed to work out.”

Josh rarely lied to you, if ever, but you also knew he wasn’t being completely honest either. He was still holding back. You considered pressing the issue, but you decided against it.

Before you could find what you should say next, he had made his way to you at the counter, holding two too-full shot glasses of Fireball with a seemingly forced smile on his face. You took the glass that he slid to you, but you didn’t dare drink it.

“I missed you.” The small admission seemed to melt the tension from his face instantly. The once, pained smile shifted, spreading into a full, toothy grin, allowing you to spot the slight gap between his teeth. One of the small features that made Josh, Josh.

“I missed you, too.”

You leaned over the counter, placing a hand on his before continuing, “Please don’t shut me out again. You know you can talk to me, right?”

He sighed, flicking his eyes down to your hand. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Okay, good. Because if you ghost me again, I’m hunting you down myself.” You were only halfway joking, certain that you’d at least consider the idea of searching for him in the case that he became distant again.

���I doubt you could find me,” he teased smugly.

“Please,” you waved a dismissive hand at him. “You’re usually at one of three places. One of them includes my house.”

He laughed again, the sound was lighter, more genuine than it had been since he arrived. “Oh come on, don’t pretend you don’t love it when I’m here.”

“A lady never reveals her secrets.”

He let your words linger in the air, allowing a moment of silence to fall between you. You didn’t mind, but you swore you could see the gears turning in his head while deep in thought. “So!” He cleared his throat, ”What are we celebrating?”

You hummed to yourself as you pondered the possibilities, raising your shot glass filled to the brim with whiskey into the air, “To our friendship through all these years, and not letting the small stuff get in the way. “

He clinked his glass into yours, “To friendship.” And as if he couldn’t resist the temptation, shouted out, “Bajabule!”

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As the night progressed, and many more shots were taken, you both migrated to the kitchen table. Your respective pumpkins sat in front of you, ready to be massacred. Music played throughout the apartment as you both tackled the evening’s project. The bottle of Fireball and plastic containers from your carryout littered the table within the mix of carving supplies you had gathered earlier.

However, there seemed to be very little actual carving being done. At least on Josh’s part. Compared to him, you had taken a vastly different approach to the activity. Instead of planning and transferring a design, you had opted to scoop out the guts of the pumpkin right away. A simple Jack-o-lantern was probably going to be your safest bet with the amount whiskey running through your system. But Josh, on the other hand, was being very precise about his project. 

At first, you watched him flip through images on his phone, searching for something to inspire him. His pumpkin sat untouched in front of him while you continued cutting and popping out orange bits with your knife. But then, you noticed that he had stopped scrolling, his eyes now on you. At first, you thought nothing of it, but each time you broke your eyes from the pumpkin, you saw him watching.

“Josh.”

His eyes lifted to yours once he was able to blink away the daze he had been in. “Yeah?”

“I love you, but you’re starting to make me nervous when you stare at me like that,” you huffed as you continued to saw along the flesh of the pumpkin. 

He stalled, picking at the edges of his phone case as he searched for an excuse for his staring, finally settling on, “Just making sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

He had been watching your hands carefully, admiring how precise each cut and movement was. However, it wasn’t due to anything other than his wandering thoughts. How soft your palms looked. How warm he imagined they would be as he held them. He found himself slipping back there, not even realizing that you had started speaking again.

“I think I can handle cutting into the top of a pumpkin. Besides, I’ve seen you with a knife. Not exactly the pinnacle of safety-” you stopped yourself, bringing your full attention to him and setting down your tools. “You’re still staring.”

There was no denying it, and with the way you were looking at him right now, you had begun to notice that there was something more to his actions.

He shrugged and began scrolling again. “Can’t help myself, mama.”

But that wasn’t it. Not entirely. Yes, he was admiring your effortless beauty. You would deny it, of course. It was the way you had your worn flannel rolled up to your elbows so you could work, that same flannel that he looked forward to seeing you wear every fall. It was one of your favorite articles of clothing, and upon seeing how comfortable you looked in it, it had quickly become one of his as well. It was the way your brows pulled together when you were deep in concentration, adamant about your craft being perfect. It was the way your nose scrunched as you wiggled the knife in your pumpkin, a small habit that you surely never noticed. The small things someone else might overlook, but he was careful to take in.

Josh sighed at the brief silence, choosing to change the subject before you could question him further. “Do you know the history of pumpkin carving?”

A breath of a laugh escaped you because of the randomness of his question. Of course, you didn’t know such a thing, but you knew that he was well on his way to explain every detail about it. Before you could shake your head in response, he had already begun his retelling of stories he’d been told, fables he had read over the years. He had gone on so long that you had gotten up from the table, taking a break from your project to clean up some of the mess in front of you. You began by taking a few carryout containers to the trash, but you continued listening to him, even glancing back at him with a smile occasionally. 

“-So here we are, continuing the tradition of scaring away the soul of poor Jack,” he finished, making you giggle softly. There was something about how he could end such a comprehensive story with a silly remark that made you love him that much more. 

“And what are you gonna carve into your pumpkin to scare him, Joshua?” You propped yourself against his side of the table and raised an eyebrow at him, poking fun at him for still not starting his carving. 

He wasn’t sure if it was your tone, how close you were to him, or just the fact that it was you, but his cheeks pinkened. Suddenly bashful, he dropped his head. “I- I don’t know yet.”

“So you were just hoping to find creative inspiration once you got the knife in your hand?”

“Well… yes actually.”

His honesty made you tilt your head back in laughter. “You are so cute,” you teased, petting his head briefly before returning to the kitchen. “I hope you carve yours soon. I’m almost done and I feel like mine is gonna rot before you even start.”

As you cleaned off the tabletop and threw away the rest of the empty carryout boxes, you watched him from afar as he finally began to draw his design onto his pumpkin. He had a firm grip on the fruit, tipping it back as he meticulously etched onto its waxy surface. You could even see the tip of his tongue poking out the side of his mouth, indicating just how focused he really was. You smiled, cherishing how seriously he took anything with an artistic element to it. 

You let Josh have the table to himself for a moment before you decided to return. It seemed as if the space between you helped him. He had been able to finally gather his thoughts to begin his design, and you didn’t want to interrupt him. You excused yourself for a water and bathroom break, taking as much time as you possibly could with such a task, but as you came back to him just now grabbing the knife for the first time, you groaned. 

“Josh-” You whined, slightly frustrated and impatient, as you sat in your respective seat.

He waved you off. “Hold on. You can’t rush perfection, mama.”

“You know they don’t have to be perfect right? I doubt anyone will even be able to see them from my balcony”

You could see him sporting an expression that was meant to mock you, and he even muttered under his breath. “...Maybe I wanted it to be perfect for you”

“Huh?” You chuckled.

“I mean… um, I uh, I just want it to be perfect for you to see.”

Josh tore into the center of his pumpkin after finally removing the top. He pulled out handfuls of slimy seeds covered in stringy pulp into the large metal bowl that sat at the center of your kitchen table.

“You just gotta make sure you get-“ Josh huffed out until the metal spoon caught the lip of the pumpkin mid-scrape of an overly enthusiastic jerk of his arm, causing the innards to fling up into the air. 

You flinched back and opened your eyes to see he was covered. Seeds and stringy pumpkin goo had splattered across his shirt, on his face, the wall behind him, and onto the kitchen floor.

“Shit!”

You stared at each other for a few seconds, processing what had just occurred. Laughter erupted from your chest. Alcohol was buzzing unapologetically through your system, and seeing him in such a state only made you laugh harder.

‘Come on!” you giggled, grabbing his arm to drag him down the hallway towards the bathroom.

His heels dug into the floor, and he pulled back from your grasp. Although it wasn’t enough to stop you. “I think a towel would be just fine-”

“Josh! You got it everywhere!”

He caught the door frame with his hand, bringing you to a halt, “I don’t think-“

“Get in here!” You gave one final tug and yanked him into the tiny bathroom, knocking him into you. The sudden collision made you stumble backward, but he caught your hips to steady you.

“Now what made you think you should wear a white shirt?”

If he told you it was because you complimented him on how good the white crew neck looked on him, you would have rolled your eyes. That’s how things were for him. Something as simple as a shirt. A thing that you probably didn’t think twice about. If it was what you liked, he made sure to wear it when he saw you just in hopes that the sweet praise would pass your lips once more. 

“I dunno. Comfortable I guess,” he mumbled, tugging the fabric away from his stomach to inspect the damages. 

“Well, it’s going to stain. Here.” You nudged his elbows, “Let’s get this off.”

You lifted Josh’s sweater, leaning up and balancing on your toes to pull it over his head. It was a simple task, nothing too daunting or out of the ordinary. But the alcohol in your system made the job much harder than necessary. You tried to keep your balance, but in doing so, most of your body ended up against his, pressing into his bare chest as he freed his arms from the long sleeves. It also made you highly aware that you had opted to not wear a bra under your flannel tonight. 

    He was warm. Soft. You could smell the Fireball that still lingered in his breath, the scent only muddling your mind a bit more. Your inebriation seemed to heighten each of the sensations you were experiencing, almost to the point that you lingered in his proximity. You almost didn’t want to break away from him. 

You had shared many moments like this before. Throughout the years of your friendship, you had been close to him. Evenings spent on the couch tangled up together watching movies, the nearly lung-crushing hugs when you greeted each other and had even seen him shirtless like this before. Now as you stood in the small bathroom of your apartment, this felt different somehow. 

    Nervous laughter broke from you as your face flushed with intense heat, the sudden feeling almost blurring your vision. You remembered just where you were and just what you were doing. You instantly shifted back, breaking the contact to create space between you.

    “I think someone’s drunk,” Josh giggled while his finger bopped the tip of your nose, bringing your focus back to him standing in front of you. 

    “I am not!” You tried to defend yourself, but the blush that spread across your cheeks made you look even more guilty. And the smirk on his face told you that he certainly noticed. You huffed at him before glancing at his messed-up hair. “Hold still.”

    He rolled his eyes as you ran your fingers through his mane of curls in an attempt to fix them, still smiling at your drunkenness, but deciding to abandon his previous teasing.

    “Just so you know, I don’t let anyone touch my hair but you,” he noted. His eyes fixed on your face, grazing over each of your features, watching you with glossy eyes. 

    “Does that mean I can take care of that squirrel on your face?” You teased back.

“You really don’t like it, do you?”

“It’s not ‘My’ Joshua. Used to your baby face,” you pouted. It probably wasn’t something you would have said sober, but you meant it. 

He cocked a brow as his tongue wet his upper lip, “‘Your’ Joshua, huh?”

“You know what I mean! It’s just-it looks good but I don’t know…” You were rambling, “…it’s different I guess.”

He hummed at the thought. “I think you’ll change your mind.”

“Yeah, yeah. I hope so. For your sake.”

You dipped your fingers deeper, brushing against his scalp this time. An unexpected, breathy sigh fluttered from his lips as his eyes closed from the sensation.  

Maybe you weren’t supposed to hear it. Maybe he hadn’t meant to make the noise in the first place. Maybe you were only imagining things, making up situations in the heat of the moment. But the idea of having such an effect on him, one that he couldn’t contain no matter how hard he tried, flustered you. 

    You didn’t realize you were staring in awe until he opened his eyes again, his breath still heavy from your fingers in his hair. His focus dropped to your lips, plump and slightly parted, before he looked back up at you. 

    His expression was calm, but he had abandoned the drunken antics you had shared before. The large, coffee-brown eyes looked over your features, as if trying to read your thoughts. 

    You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from him and resume your task of cleaning him up, clearing your throat to regain your composure. You reached behind him, pressing into him once again to grab a washcloth. The sound of the hot water running over the cloth was the only relief from the deafening silence that filled the space around you. Your concentration fell onto working the soap into a lather, but his hand on your side made your focus shift again. Every quip, every touch, every sigh seemed to be a hint at something, but you were unsure of what. And that uncertainty only made your thoughts wander, this time to the point where you completely paused your movements. 

    He leaned in closer, his breath feeling extremely warm against your neck as he broke the silence. “Really,” he prompted in regards to the washcloth. “I don't think that’s necessary.”

    You almost let yourself get embarrassed, sorry that you had even thought to make such a gesture, but you quickly realized that you had let his teasing get the best of you. You huffed in frustration at him.

    “Josh, you have a pumpkin seed on your cheek.” You pulled back to look him in the eyes. “And on your forehead, in your hair-” you continued as you motioned to each area. “I think it’s very much necessary.”

    He chuckled at your persistence and grabbed the damp cloth from you. “Sorry, mama. Guess I got a little carried away.”

“I’d say so.” You reached up to grab the stray seed from his curls after Josh began to wipe his face. The tasks were quick, and Josh finished before you, but as you finger-combed through the last portion of his hair, your fingers caught a knot, tugging the hair on accident. Josh let out what sounded like a soft moan, and quickly brought his hand to wrap around your wrist.

You froze, much too aware of the boundary you were treading on now. All night, you had worked to convince yourself that he was simply being nice, that the alcohol in both of your systems made you more reactive to his actions. That this was all in your head.

But now, you saw that you had been right all along. Something was shifting. There was… tension. 

This was new, uncharted territory.

You searched his expression to see what your next step should be, but he seemed just as stunned as you, as if he was unaware that you had even heard him in the first place. You wanted to pull away from him, yet you also wanted to see where this would go. You wanted to escape from this situation, the suspense of the unknown, yet you also wanted to see where you’d land if you took it a step further.

But the anxiety was stronger than your urges, and the desire to retreat was almost too powerful to beat. You looked to his fingers wrapped around your wrist, the only thing keeping you in your place.

“Oh…uh,” you somehow managed to say. “I’m sorry.”

He sighed at your apology, eyes flickering back and forth from your eyes to your lips. “Mmm, don’t be.” His grip loosened to where you could control where you let your hand rest, but he never let go of you. You settled on taking a step - one that could still be considered platonic - by resting your palm against the base of his neck. 

You stayed there for a while, in silence and staring at one another. You drank in his presence, rubbing your thumb absentmindedly along his jaw while he rubbed against the skin of your arm. Whatever boundary you were crossing with your friendship, he seemed to be right along with you. Holding your hand along the way, his strides in perfect timing with yours. He seemed okay with this, whatever this was. And with the way he was looking at you right now as if he were looking at one of the seven wonders of the world, you were on the same exact page. 

“Josh…” Your voice was feeble, breathy. “Can I kiss you?”

You had taken the chance, betting on your ability to read the situation unfolding before you. Even so, you almost didn’t believe the words as they broke through the silence of the room. 

You weren’t able to look into his eyes, afraid of the possibility of rejection. His voice matched yours, just as unsteady as yours had been, but his response was immediate. “Please.”

You leaned into him, closing the short distance between you. It felt as if time froze, standing still as you almost brought your lips to his. Something was holding you from just going for it completely. Your heart raced wildly within the walls of your chest, aching for the air you had forgotten to breathe. 

He waited, or maybe was frozen himself, as you hovered over his lips. Was it too late to back out now? Has everything already changed?

“Y/n…” Josh whispered. 

His fingers danced across your cheek with a feather-light touch, gentle and curious. They sank into the tresses of your hair and wrapped around the nape of your neck, guiding you into him. 

His lips brushed yours, faint and cautious. The gentle, barely-there pecks revealed his hesitation, maybe out of worry that you would suddenly change your mind. That you might shove him off you and decide to throw him out of the apartment.

You wouldn’t, of course. You were practically vibrating against him and you wondered if he had felt it. Every one of your senses was hyper-focused on Josh, cutting out the world like it was really only the two of you in existence. You were still treading, testing the shallow waters of this new feeling with him.

You might have been lost in your own head when your teeth knocked into his. For a second, you were terrified you killed the moment, souring it with your awkwardness. Instead, he just giggled into your lips between soft kisses to the corners of your mouth. But that did very little to reassure you. 

You both were panting, taken aback from what had just transpired and relishing in the warm sensation of your breath fanning on each other’s skin. He rested his forehead against yours, and a flash of worry fell upon you, afraid that the contact would make him privy to your thoughts. Your anxious habit of overthinking was bound to make itself known. 

But the smile on his face said otherwise. 

“You okay?” He whispered to you, not daring to speak too loud as if he’d scare you away. 

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered out. 

That’s when he finally caught on to the nerves evident in your voice. He seemed to tense up as his eyes widened. 

“Shit, no you’re not, Y/N. You’re shaking. I’m so sorry, I-“

“No!” You interrupted, perhaps a hint too aggressively. You took a deep breath to regain yourself, correcting your tone in the process. “No, Josh, I- I liked it a lot. Can you-“ you paused, suddenly feeling too silly to finish your question. “Can I-“

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to push past the nerves and kiss him again like you wanted to. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of his lips on yours, and god did you need it. 

Through your stuttering and glances at his lips, he seemed to pick up on what you wanted to ask. What you needed from him. Without a word, Josh smiled at you and nodded before finally closing the distance once more. 

This kiss felt different than the first one. This kiss felt as if there were no more platonic boundaries left for you to cross. As if you both were made for this moment. As if you were finally in control over where this all led to. 

The position of his hand on your neck tightened and his other resting on your hip to pull you in closer, his tongue flicked across your bottom lip, taking another stride into the unknown. You moaned unexpectedly, parting your mouth for him without realizing how much you truly wanted it. You welcomed it, yearned for him. When his tongue slipped across yours, it was reminiscent of a hot cup of cider on a chilly autumn morning, hints of cinnamon lingered in his mouth before melting into an unfamiliar sweetness, one that you would recognize as his. 

Both of his hands were now on your neck, thumbs secured along your jaw with fingers tangled in your hair as he licked into you, tasting you. It had broken the seal. You found yourself now diving headfirst into the deep end, willing to explore what this was. 

It didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm with you, falling into an effortless dance. You didn’t even notice he had you pressed up against the sink until the hard edge hit your back.

You broke from his lips to plant kisses across his cheek, along his jaw, and then farther down to his neck. There was a new hunger building inside of you as your swollen lips trailed along his body. He started to grind his hips into you in response to you flicking your tongue to taste the saltiness of his skin. 

“Fuck,” Josh whispered as your teeth grazed across the vulnerable area of his throat. His hands tugged your flannel near the small of your back, bunching the material in his fists. 

You felt his chest rise and fall rapidly against yours as he fought to catch his breath. He broke away from your lips, “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much.”

    You smirked, teasing, “Yeah? And what about you, Joshy?” 

Your fingers traveled down his stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under your touch. You took your time caressing and appreciating his body as you found your way to the waistband of his jeans. 

He probably should have fought you on leaving such a noticeable mark on his neck as you sucked the splotchy bruise on his throat. But the way he was preoccupied bucking his hips against you, told you, he was enjoying it just as much. You traced your fingertips over the trail of hair below his navel before dipping under the band, caressing the soft sensitive area for the first time. 

    His voice quivered through shaky breaths and nervous laughter before he quipped, “Fuck off…”

Of course, he didn’t mean it. He’d have you here forever if he could. He’d do anything to keep your hands on him. 

Nothing else mattered. You would have continued everything right there and then. Josh, on the other hand, had different plans. He bent down, wrapping his hands around the back of your legs to lift you up, guiding them to lock around his waist. 

You kept kissing him as he carried you out of the bathroom and down the hallway towards your bedroom, bumping into the walls as he went. 

    That’s when you really felt him. His cock was unbelievably hard, throbbing within the restrictions of his jeans as he pressed into your core. You writhed against him, grinding in need to feel more of him. Desperate for anything. 

He stalled in the middle of the hallway, breaking from your kiss as he squeezed his hold around your body, “Y/n…please.” He begged through heavy pants into your cheek.

“Josh, I need you,”

He extended an arm to brace himself against the wall. “I know. God. I know. Just wait a second. We’re almost there,” 

He stumbled into your room, carrying you until you reached the foot of your bed. You fell back onto the mattress, pulling Josh over you to bring his lips back to yours. 

The string of Halloween pumpkin lights you had strung up above your bed cast him in its soft orange light, making him glow in the amber haze. The room hadn’t started spinning yet, but you still felt as if time had slowed. 

            His hands trembled as he attempted to open your flannel, fumbling with the tiny plastic buttons. Sensing his nerves, you wrapped your hands around his, pulling his focus back to your face.

    Josh’s eyes locked onto yours, darting between them, making a smile appear as you asked, “Will you take a shot with me?”

    He nodded. You were able to look at him, really look at him since you had first kissed. The features that you had always admired before were brought to your attention in a new light. Your fingers traced along his chin, across his full lips that curled up in the corners. They followed up the bridge of his nose, spreading out to feel the warmth of his cheeks. He sighed at the touch, smiling to himself, and closed his eyes while you took all the time you needed to adore him. 

    You brushed the fallen curls from his forehead that had started to become frizzy, “You’re so pretty, Josh.”

    He smiled, blushing at the compliment. He leaned up and planted a hasty kiss on your lips before fumbling off the bed and out of the room. Stopping right at the door, he shouted back to you, “Don’t move!”

You heard the clattering of things being knocked over in your kitchen followed by Josh muttering, “Shit!” You giggled to yourself, picturing how frantic and clumsy he was in his eagerness to search for that bottle of whiskey.

The break from him left you alone with your thoughts. Josh had always been your best friend. That’s all. That’s all you ever let him be. But best friends don’t touch each other like you and Josh had tonight. Best friends don’t kiss like their lives depended on it. But isn’t that what you had always wanted deep down? 

From the very first time you saw him, there was something more. Something that had drawn you to him like a moth to a flame. 

You had learned to push away the feeling you had when his hand lingered on your leg when he was telling one of his rambling stories. Hoping that nobody would make him theirs, that he would always be there for you. 

You really couldn’t blame it on the alcohol, could you? There had been plenty of nights spent with Josh where you had too much, went way over your limit and then some more. This has never happened before. Something had changed. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. There was an undeniable shift, and you noticed it as soon as he entered your apartment tonight. 

Just as the thoughts started to consume you, Josh appeared in the entryway of your bedroom. The mischievous smile plastered across his face was so Josh. The bright and toothy, yet charming grin melted away any doubts that were threatening to creep into your mind.   

With the bottle in one hand, the other braced onto the door frame. He took in the silent moment to admire you sitting on the bed. 

He handed the Fireball to you as his hand went band of his jeans, “Ladies first.”

“Are you scared to take a shot all of a sudden, Joshua?” 

“This was your idea, remember?’’

You took it from his hands, screwed off the cap and brought it to your lips. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he shakes out of his pants, leaving them crumpled on the floor before crawling onto the bed.

He adjusts between your legs when you lay down, taking the whiskey bottle back from you.

You take the opportunity to make quick work of the same buttons Josh had struggled with moments prior. Just as he brought the lip of the bottle to his mouth, you opened up your shirt, revealing your naked breasts. 

His eyes widened at the sight of you beneath him. A small amount of whiskey dribbled from his lips wrapped around the bottle and dripped his chin and onto your bare chest.

He looked at you in utter shock, taking in each of the finer details as if he would never get the opportunity to see you like this again. You grazed your hand up his thigh, feeling the soft fabric of his boxers, “Clean up your mess, Joshy,”

In the love-sick trance you had put him in, he dipped down and began to lap up the liquor, flicking his tongue up the valley between your breasts. You hummed when the warmth melted across your skin. 

He peppered the supple flesh with breathy, open-mouthed kisses. You still felt him tremble slightly under your touch, shuddering when your fingers traced down his side. He sucked your nipple into his mouth, swirling over the sensitive bud. What his tongue wasn’t doing to the other, his fingers were.

He hummed into the softness of your breast as he tasted you, as you traced your fingers along his toned back, as you sank your fingers into the mess of curls on the back of his neck.

 He kissed your tummy, brushing his lips across the supple skin between your hips. He mumbled into you, “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.”

For a moment you weren’t really sure if you were supposed to hear him as he continued to kiss your body. 

You hesitated, but decided to ask before you became too distracted, “Really?”

He tensed from the sound of your voice, pausing his lips right above your navel. You brought your finger under his chin, lifting his face to look at you. For a second, his expression showed caution, even guarded with the confession. With a brush of his curls from his face, he rested his cheek on your belly. His eyes softened when they met yours and you noticed the rosy-pink hue flushing in his cheeks.

The realization hit you hard. You thought about all the sloppy kisses planted on your cheek after those nights out drinking together. Was he always wanting something a little more? You remembered all the little gifts he gave you throughout the years. Things you talked about in passing and eventually forgot about, only for him to surprise you months later. The late-night texts where you needed to vent after a long day even if he needed to be up early the next morning. Did he always feel this way? 

“How long, Joshy?”

He blushed from the pet name, letting the giggles bounce from his chest as he laid across you, “fucking forever.” 

Your stomach flipped hearing the words and it felt like all the air had been knocked from your lungs. You stared up at the ceiling, reeling in the truth that your best friend had fallen for for you. He nipped at the thin skin covering your hip before soothing the sting with his tongue.

He felt the sudden change in your body language and mistook it for you changing your mind. “You sure you want this?”

“More than anything,” you whispered, cupping his cheek into the palm of your hand, He leaned into it, tilting his head to press a tender kiss to the inside of your wrist. 

He kissed down your belly once again, traveling between your thighs, and placed one directly over your covered clit. His tongue wet the cotton panties, making you squirm with anticipation. He was making it clear that he had no intentions of rushing this with you. 

“Josh,” you whined while lifting your hips to chase the sensation. It was the first time you had ever said his name like that and for a fleeting moment, you felt embarrassed. 

Without wasting a second he let out a pleased sigh, “You sound so beautiful saying my name.”

His fingers curled around the band of your panties and pulled them down your legs. They traced up your thighs to guide your legs, spreading them open before him. He looked over at you, smiling before biting his bottom lip between his teeth while drawing patterns with his fingertips to the inside of your thigh. 

His thumb brushed over your clit a few times, so light and delicate with his touch. He grinned to himself before dropping his head, kissing the sensitive bud as his fingers slipped down to tease your aching pussy. You clenched around nothing, waiting for them to slide into you. 

If his warm breath didn’t tickle you between gentle kisses, it was the soft hair of his mustache brushing your most sensitive spot. Soft laughter fluttered across you as you wiggled impatiently under his touch, relishing in his ability to tease you like this.

Your fingers dove into his curls when his tongue finally flicked across your clit in slow, languid strokes. 

Breathy cries and moans filled the room as the velvet softness of his wet tongue rolled over you. His arm draped across your tummy to keep you still on the bed, because as soon as he worked his mouth on you, your hips bucked into his face.

He pulled you in, dragging you across silken waves of ecstasy when he rolled your clit into the heat of his mouth. It radiated from your core, flushing through every part of your body, even to the tips of your fingers. Every inch of your bare skin was buzzing with electricity. You were chasing it. Peering right over the ledge, he was still holding you back just enough that you didn’t fall. Not yet.

His lips broke from you, his voice airy and fucked-out, “You taste even better than I imagined.”

Every time you felt yourself teeter on the edge, he pulled back just enough to keep you there. Your nails were digging into the skin of his forearm, but he didn’t seem to mind as he licked patterns of circles onto your throbbing, swollen clit. 

Your vision became out of focus. The orange string lights above your bed mimicked the streaked look of traffic lights in a heavy rainstorm. 

Your hand balled into a tight fist, tugging his hair from his scalp. You almost didn’t notice that it had happened, your body only acting out of instinct if it wasn’t for the muffled moan coming from Josh between your legs. You would have been worried it was out of pain, but he never slowed as he worked on you.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat when the sound vibrated against your heat as it pushed past his soaked lips. You pulled again.  A strangled cry was thrown into your pussy and you wished it could play in your mind forever. 

Maybe it was the liquor swirling in your belly, or maybe it was the need for the release that made you feel bold. You pushed your palm into his forehead, causing him to look up at you. “Make me cum, Josh.”

Using his hair as makeshift reigns, you pulled him into you with a new fervor. He growled in response to your demand. The fingers that had been teasing you had plunged into you, sweeping your perfect spot. The lewd sounds of your wetness pooling around his fingers filled your bedroom. 

He licked you up with a new unbridled passion than before. He wasn’t dancing with you at the peak of your climax now. He was ready to throw you into the abyss. 

His tongue that had once edged you with an expert precision was now flicking across your clit rapidly in a released, frenzied hunger. You opened your eyes, catching him grinding against the bed in search of friction, any relief. He wanted this just as badly as you did.

“Josh…I’m gonna…”

And just as you were finding the ability to finish the thought, his tongue circled on the bundle of nerves once more in unison with a perfect swipe of his fingers, in such a way that pulled you right into the crashing waves of your orgasm. You felt weightless, yet at the same time, it seemed like you had sunk into the mattress beneath you. 

You had forgotten to breathe as your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ear, the only sound you could actually focus on. 

It felt like an eternity for you to come down as you were finally able to breathe. Josh brushing his lips across your skin is what brought you back to him. He crawled up your body, slotting his knee between your legs as he continued to kiss up to your neck.

 He was breathing almost as heavy as yours was. You tasted yourself on his tongue when he kissed you, and you felt just how hard he was against your hip when he started to grind into you.

“Flip over,” you muttered against his mouth, making him pull back slightly.

He seemed almost bashful from the request, “Oh, I-I don’t expect you to-“

You shushed him with a kiss on his lips as you cupped him in your hand and whispered, “Lay back, Josh. It’s my turn.”

He obeyed, rolling onto his back and stretching out across the pillows before propping himself against the headboard. You crawled over, finding a position between his legs and ridding yourself of the opened flannel to toss it on the floor. You let your hands explore his body, tracing along the curves of his muscles that dipped beneath the one piece of clothing on his body. 

His cock was still tucked away, throbbing and leaking, creating a small wet spot of precum on the front of his boxers. You palmed over it, squeezing gently with each pass. His hands rested on his thighs, still shaking and fidgeting as his fingers drummed nervously against his leg. 

You rubbed your hands over his to help calm him, “You okay?”

He released a heavy sigh as if he had been holding his breath, “…yeah”

“Relax. It’s just me,” you reassured him as you started to pull his boxers down his legs. With a final tug, the band released his cock with a soft slap against his toned stomach. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, and you tried your best not to blush. But, oh my God. 

“I-I know it’s-it’s you,” he stuttered, sucking in a sharp breath when your hand wrapped around him, watching as you stroked him with a loose fist. His hips would buck slightly each time your thumb brushed against the tip with each pump of your wrist. 

“Just me…” you hummed between kisses to the head of his cock, “…and my Josh.”

“Fuck…”

You flicked your tongue along the underside of his length, taking him slowly into your mouth. A pitchy whine filled the room the second the warmth of your tongue enveloped him, sliding towards the back of your throat.

“Holy shit,” the hushed curse paired with him sweeping your hair back from your face to watch you, encouraged you further.

With one hand wrapped around the base, you collected your spit to stroke him with a twist of your wrist while swirling your tongue around the head of his cock.

Ragged, broken moans broke free from his heaving chest. You saw that sweat had started to coat the surface of his skin, glistening under the lights when you peeked up through your lashes. 

His legs started to fidget underneath you, letting you know he was getting closer to unraveling completely. Just as you had done moments prior, his fingers tightened around your hair that he had collected in his hand. 

You relaxed, flattening your tongue to push him farther down until he hit the back of your throat, more so than before. The tip of your nose barely brushed up against the hair while your tongue flicked underneath. You were fighting the urge to gag as you heard him groan above you. 

His hand grabbed yours that had been gripping onto his thigh, “I’m not going to last-“    

As much as you wanted to continue, you pulled him from your mouth with a sinful pop! of your lips. He felt so good in your hands that you couldn’t resist the temptation to let the spit drip from your open lips onto his cock. You looked up to see him fixated on what you were doing with your hand, brows pulled tightly together as your fingers slid around him. 

“Please. I need to be inside you.”

As reluctant as you were to stop, you wanted it just as badly. You showered him in kisses as you crawled up his body, straddling your legs over his lap. His hands found your hips instantly, pulling you against his chest. 

Your lips meet, now sloppy as they struggle to fall into their once perfect rhythm. He was needy. Almost biting at your lips before slipping his tongue along yours. 

Wrapping your fingers around him, you coat him in your wetness, brushing the tip along your clit he had taken so good care of, teasing him by rocking your hips along his shaky thighs. He was looking into your eyes, searching them for the final confirmation. There was no turning back as you guided his cock to your entrance, sinking down slowly as you braced yourself on his shoulder.

You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth when he started to stretch you out, inch-by-inch. A faint cry from you elicited a look of concern to paint across his features. 

He was losing himself, getting high off another hit from the drug that was you. You worried he might be drifting too far away as you watched his eyes roll back behind lust-heavy lids as he pushed farther. A heavy sigh fluttered from your chest when you felt him nudge deep within you, bottoming out himself at your limit. Your arms were locked behind his head and you leaned in to nip at his ear. 

“Oh, fuck…” fell from his open mouth. His arms wrapped around your waist, fingers leaving harsh indents into the flesh in a weak attempt to keep you in place. Or maybe to keep a hold on you, making sure you didn’t disappear from him. 

“Just-just let me feel you. Please.” The whiny pleas fluttered from his pinkened kiss-swollen lips before he pressed them along your collarbone.

His breathing was strained in broken, heavy pants that fanned across your dampened skin. You stilled yourself, taking in the feeling of his cock filling you up completely. You tightened around him, bathing in the feeling of how he felt inside you. His lips began to move up, bringing the trail of lazy kisses to your neck and shoulder.  

The slight sting of him stretching you out eased into a heat of pleasure. You started to move, slowly at first to build a rhythm as you rode him. 

“You’re doing so good. Stay with me.” Your sweet praise brought his focus back to you, but a whimper fluttered in his throat. You cupped his cheek in your palm, “Talk to me.”

You rolled into him, letting his cock glide effortlessly inside your pussy. The way you had already soaked him makes his head fall against the wall, giving you access to the vulnerable expanse of his neck. Your inhibitions were long gone as you wrapped your fingers around his throat.

This time you felt the groan rumble from his chest, vibrating under your palm while his Adam's apple bobbed beneath it when you squeezed. His heartbeat pulsed under your fingertips. Seeing him so needy, on the brink of losing what little control he was holding onto already, spurred you on even more. 

When his eyes barely opened, they focused on nothing in your room. Beads of sweat collected across his forehead above his brow. You didn’t want to lose him, not yet.

You swept a piece of hair that had stuck to his face, brushing your fingertips across his cheek. Blown pupils focused back on yours through the intimate moment.

 You whispered just before licking into his mouth, “Talk to me. Tell me. What are you feeling?”

His eyes closed and he released a heavy sigh, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Go on, baby. Tell me more. You’re doing so good for me.”

You could see the internal battle he was struggling with, fighting between wanting to give in to his desires and struggling to keep this moment as long as he could. 

His lips tug into a weak smile as his eyes lazily, mostly hidden behind heavy lids, look back at you in the most fucked-out expression, “You’re enjoying this, huh?”

He paused to add a hint of cockiness in his voice, “-Seeing what you do to me?”

God, did you. You would have loved to tell him how good he felt. That you could fuck him for hours and hours and never want it to stop. That was for next time. This time, you wanted to hear every filthy thing that left his pretty lips as he unraveled just from the feel of you wrapping around him.

You stopped, holding yourself just right so the tip of his cock sat right inside the entrance your pussy. He wanted to lift his hips into you, but you managed to keep him still beneath you.

He whimpered while grabbing your waist to pull you back down onto him in an act of desperation, “Fuck, mama. Don’t stop.”

You brought your hand back to wrap around his throat once more, loving the power it was giving you. Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, “Josh, baby. You’ve been listening so well. Just follow directions for me.”

You dragged each word out with a pronounced roll of your hips onto him, deep and full. His head rolled back, but you paused to hear his answer. Which you knew was a cruel thing to do given the borderline pathetic whines that came from him. 

“I-I, oh…fuck. You feel…so good. warm…so fucking tight. I think my cock was made for you.”

You couldn’t help but squeeze around him, dropping your forehead to his.“Hmm. It was, wasn’t it?”

“Yes…please move again. God, please,” he cried out with another desperate thrust of his hips to feel more of you. It caught you off guard to see him like this, with his eyes glassy with tears, threatening to spill over onto his flushed cheeks. 

You swept one away with your thumb while caressing his face. “My sweet, sweet boy.”

What you were both chasing was being suspended, just within your grasp of open fingers. You kept it there in the fight for balance just until the scales tipped. Just before you took the plunge into the void, together.

His breathing was past the point of ragged, harsh as he pulled air into his aching lungs. “I can’t…I can’t”

You knew what he meant, holding him close with fingers weaved tightly in his hair. “Cum for me, Josh,” 

That was what he needed from you. The words that would allow him to finally let go.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck with his fingers digging hard enough into your sides that they might leave small bruises for you to find tomorrow. A string of curses paired with your name, woven through his whiny pleas rang like a mantra in your ears. 

He shuddered beneath you, and the warm feeling of his release filling you up sent you into a second climax of the night. You rode it out with him as long as possible, in staggered, faltering movements. Slowing to the point where he started to shake from the overstimulation. 

You stayed there, basking in that moment, embraced in each other’s arms while taking as much time as you needed to collect yourselves. Your fingernails slightly dragged against his scalp as you held him to your chest.

 Everything had changed between you. It truly terrified you, but you were willing and ready to find out what that meant for you. The way you fit with him made perfect sense, like everything had fallen into place.

After a while of holding you In his arms as he softened inside you, he flipped you so that you were now on your back with his cheek resting on your breast, listening to your heart return to its normal pace. 

“Can’t believe you cried the first time we had sex.” You nudged his side, making him squirm, before going back to running your fingers across his back. 

He lifted his head, “First time?”

You smiled and wiped the stray tear that lingered on his face. “I figured you wanted to keep me around, Kiszka.”

“Of course I do.” He placed a kiss between your breasts and laid his head back down on your chest. “You’re everything.”

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[whollyfree]

Dreams In Gold

Summary - you join jake on tour

Pairings – Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count – 3.7k

Warnings – SMUT I have this in my bio but 18+ MINORS DNI !!!!! oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming, cursing

March 10th 2022; the first day of chaos.

The morning was alarmingly quiet when you woke, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. The sun glowed through the window of your freezing hotel room. It was barely 20 degrees outside and you were convinced that the hotel’s heater was no match for the below freezing air outside.

You turn over slowly, careful not to wake your rockstar boyfriend so abruptly. It was the first show of the tour, and it was full steam ahead for the next month or so. You wanted him to get as much rest as he possibly could.

You fixed your gaze upon him as he slept, your lips curving upward into a smile as his eyelashes fluttered; lost in a dream. His soft snores made you giggle quietly before you fought back a small pout at how adorable he looked. His breaths were even and relaxed, an arm wrapped around your waist over the duvet solely to keep you close to him. You wondered how he was sleeping so soundly when the room was this goddamn cold.

“I can feel you staring, baby,” Jake’s gravely morning voice nearly made you jump as you were sure he was asleep. 

“I’m sorry if I woke you. I wanted you to sleep as much as you could,” you explain softly, reaching your hand over his face to run your fingers through his chestnut waves.

“You didn’t,” his eyes opened slowly, his sleepiness ever present on his features. “C’mere,” he dips the arm that was over the duvet underneath it and pulls you into his chest. You sigh in contentment at the warmth his body held; like a human furnace, you thought to yourself.

“Jesus, angel,” his voice was a soft whisper. “You’re freezing!”

“Baby, I’m not equipped for the Michigan cold,” the tail end of your complaint was nearly muffled against his skin. “Keep me warm?”

You could feel him smile from above you as his mahogany scent flooded all of your senses. “Always.”

It was like he missed your face already as he took your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up so he could look into your eyes. His relaxed, sleepy smile still remained just as you thought it did. 

“Hi,” you smile up at him.

“Hi,” his sweet smile grows wider before he places a tender kiss to your forehead. “Did you sleep well?” 

You hum, nodding your head in delight as he tucks a loose hair behind your ear. “You tired me out pretty well last night.”

He chuckles. “Did I now?”

“You know you did,” you smile bashfully, not even attempting to fight the forming blush on your cheeks. With all of Jake’s pre-tour nerves, you were happy to allow him to take it out on you the night prior.

“Was I too rough?” He asked you, a look of concern taking over his features.

“No, baby. No,” you assure him before placing a kiss to his lips. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”

Jake smiled down at you before reattaching your lips to his as his hand moved from your waist to cup your cheek. His lips were soft against your own, molding together perfectly as they always did. He would pull away gently as you went back for more, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. He grinned again, falling in love with the sounds he pulls from you before delving back in.

He slid his tongue against your bottom lip to ask for entrance, and you welcomed the feeling as it met yours. He pulled himself up, refusing to detach himself from your lips before hovering over you. You felt his semi-hardened cock through his briefs before he pressed against your naked cunt. The two of you took in a sharp breath at the contact; Jake being able to feel how wet you already were through his briefs.

“No underwear, baby?” His voice is low as he stares down at you, grinding his hips against you to provide the perfect amount of pressure to where you needed him most. You bit your lip to hide a smile, obviously failing.

“Well aren’t you pleased with yourself?” He smiles down at you, rolling his hips into yours once more.

“Jake,” you sighed in pleasure as a flicker of warmth made itself known in your belly. Clearly you hadn’t gotten enough last night, but then again, you could never get enough of him.

Jake hummed as he moved his lips from yours to plant kisses across your cheek, down to your jaw, and finally down to your neck. He was careful with his marks, wanting the entire world to know that you were his while simultaneously being gentle enough not to irritate the ones he left last night. He nipped lightly at your soft skin, a small moan emitting from you as he licked and kissed the same spot to soothe it.

“I love you so much,” his voice was nearly a whisper as he slid his hand back down to your waist, trailing it under the oversized T-shirt you wore to bed the night before. He had barely started putting his hands on you and you already felt like your body was on fire. His calloused fingers were anything but rough against your smooth skin; it felt like heaven. He was heaven.

“I love you too, Jake,” the volume of your voice matched his, and he took a moment to gaze into your eyes as you spoke. Regardless of the lust he felt, his eyes were still soft as they bored into yours, making your heart melt on the spot.

You kissed him once more, wanting to take charge of intensifying the kiss in an attempt to show him how much you really, truly loved him. He knew, of course. You were in tune with one another like no one had ever seen.

You detached your lips from his, removing your shirt in one swift maneuver. You lay back then, his lips parting as he drank you in. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers under his breath. “So perfect.”

You blushed at his words. You would never grow tired of hearing his sweet compliments to you.

“Does my pretty girl like it when I tell her how gorgeous she is?” He taunts, bringing his lips down to your collarbone to bite at the skin. You moan in response, far too flustered to form a reply as you lost yourself in the way his velvet lips traced over your body.

“Yeah, she does,” he says more than likely to himself before trailing his mouth down to your sternum. He begins placing kisses downward through the valley of your breasts, your nipples desperate and hard for his attention. Your back arches as pleasure and need course through your body. He finally gave into your silent wish, providing your breasts with equal amounts of attention, kissing and sucking at the sensitive buds.

The cold air struck your breasts once more after his lips left them, trailing down your stomach and to the bottom of your stomach. You stopped his movements before he could go any further, pulling him back up to you, face-to-face. 

“Wanna make you feel good first, baby,” you explain, his brows that were previously furrowed in concern and confusion withering away as you speak. You feel him about to shake his head in protest, always wanting to put you and your pleasure first whenever the two of you are intimate.

“Please, Jake,” you plead, rubbing your thumb against his cheek with a doe-eyed expression. He couldn’t say no to you, a small smile that he tried to push back forming on his lips as he gave into you. You grinned in victory, pushing his chest away and flipping him onto his back.

You straddled his hips then, his pupils dilating even further as he took in the sight of you above him. He looked into your eyes, scanning over your flushed cheeks and down your neck, observing the marks he made on you just moments ago and last night. Your nipples, still hardened from the cold and the small amount of neglect, made his jaw go slack before moving his eyes down to your hips. He couldn’t help himself but grip your sides with his hands.

“Fucking stunning, angel,” he whispered, looking up at you just to see you blush even more. You did.

You kissed him again, grinding your hips slightly onto his groin. You feel him moan into your mouth at the way your pussy wrapped around the outline of his length. You smiled, working your way down to his neck as you kissed over the delicate skin.

“Be careful,” he warned you. “No marks, baby.”

You sighed as his hips moved up to meet yours. “I know, baby.” Your disappointment of not being able to mark him withered away as he released a whimper, wanting your mouth around him right then and there. 

“Feels s’good, sweetheart,” he moans as you place your lips on the junction of his neck and shoulder, knowing it was his sweet spot. “Want that beautiful mouth around my cock so badly.”

“Be patient, sir,” you whisper into his ear, biting his earlobe before he can fit in a snarky comment. He whined at your actions, taking a moment to catch his breath as his hips bucked up into yours.

“Don’t you get too comfortable up there or I might just have to remind you who’s in charge here.” He tries to sound as stern and composed as he can, but fails as you work your way back down past his chest and to his tummy, arguably your favorite part of him. You kissed your way down to the elastic of his briefs, taking a moment to lick the outline of his dick. He whined the most beautiful sound in response.

“Please don’t tease me, baby,” he whimpers. “Need you so bad.”

You smile, pulling his underwear off and tossing it to the side of the room. You take in the sight of his aching cock, taking note of the precum forming on the tip before spitting on it. Using your hand, you spread your saliva over him, causing him to groan and buck his hips into your hand as you carefully move up and down. 

Looking up at him for a moment, you notice his brows pulled together and a few beads of sweat glistening against his forehead. He looked far too beautiful; even more so as he was completely splayed out and at your mercy.

You kissed the top of his dick with swollen lips from adorning him with kisses just moments ago. You feel him smile, muttering something about how sweet you were to him as his hands found your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. Your heart melted on the spot at his endearing action. Regardless of how intense these moments got, he was still your sweet Jake; always making sure that you were comfortable and finding pleasure in everything you did.

Taking him by surprise, you cupped his balls with your free hand. He moans loudly at your actions as a smile forms on your lips.

“Who’s in charge again…sir?” You tease him. Before he can get a word in, you lick your way from the bottom to the top of his dick. His breath catches instantly; his comeback lost as he focused his attention on the way you were making him feel. You begin to suck over the tip as Jake moans, trying his best not to push your head down further onto him. Even though you weren’t able to fit all of him, you did your best, using your tongue to take him further, gliding up and down his shaft as you moved your mouth to take him in and back out slowly – teasing him just enough. 

Pushing your own limits and wanting to please him so badly, you pressed your head further down his shaft. You felt his cock reach the back of your throat as your nose met his happy trail, taking him in and out just as you were before. 

Jake was a fucking mess at this point. He was practically slurring his speech as you carried on, his moans growing louder with each one of your movements. You look up at him at one point and his eyes meet yours.

“So fucking good, sweet girl,” he says, his jaw falling slack at how fucked out you already looked and the way that you were making him feel. “You’re so good for me.”

You carry on with your task, feeling the wetness between your thighs growing more apparent the more you hear him moan out your name.

“Baby, I’m close,” he mutters, his head thrown back in pleasure. “Wanna finish inside of you. Please, baby.”

You oblige, not wanting to take your dominant position too far. After all, you definitely wanted to be in charge again. 

Your lips make a loud popping noise as you released his length from your mouth. Between your own saliva and Jake’s pre-cum on your lips, he felt drunk, wasted on you and the way you made him feel. Jake might as well have been bowing at your feet with how tightly you had him wrapped around your finger.

He steadied you as you climbed up his body, your thighs straddling his hips again as he pulled you into his lips. He moaned into your mouth as your pussy came in contact with his throbbing cock. You whimpered, feeling how hard he was against your heat. He slid his palms over your thighs before gripping your hips and pulling you upward to line your entrance up with his length. You gasp as your clit comes into contact with his shaft, unable to keep yourself from rubbing your bundle of nerves against it.

“Fuck,” he mutters, in awe of the wetness between your folds as you glide against his cock. “You’re soaked, baby.” You’re lost in a trance at how good his hardened length feels against you, grinding your hips over and over again to chase the warm feeling ignited within you.

“That feel good?” He asks the obvious question, your head falling back as your eyes squeeze shut in euphoria.

“So fucking good, Jake,” you whimper out before looking down at him. “Wanna feel you inside of me so badly.”

“Come on, angel,” he grips your hip just a bit tighter to assist you as you sink down slowly onto his length. 

Your jaw goes slack at the feeling of him filling you up, stretching your aching pussy in the most delicious way. Loud curses gasp out of both of you as his hands grip you tighter, his cock already hitting the deepest spot inside of you. His hands guided your movements against him as you bounced up and down slowly, bringing yourself to a rhythmic pace once you’ve found your footing. 

“Jesus fuck,” he breathes out before pulling himself up to be closer to you, needing to be near you as you moved up and down his cock. His eyes stared up at you, your own squinted shut as you were drowning in the way he felt inside of you.

“Look at me, baby,” he struggled to speak, lifting a hand to pull your chin to face him. You followed his gesture, looking into his eyes; you could hardly see the brown in them anymore.

“You’re mine,” he spoke lowly. “I want you to say it.”

Trying to catch your breath, you did as he asked. “I’m yours. All yours, Jake.” He breathed out curses at how fucked out and small your voice sounded.

“And I’m yours, sweet girl,” he whispers, bringing his hand down to swirl his fingers around your clit. Your moan was loud enough to bring the ceilings down. 

“All. Fucking. Yours.” He decided to assist you, speaking in between thrusting up into you. You cry out his name as your breasts bounced against his chest. You somehow needed to be closer to him, and he sensed it as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He was close and you could feel it in the way he twitched from deep inside of you. You weren’t far either, your legs shaking as you continued your movements.

“I’m gonna cum, Jake,” you whined pathetically as the knot in your stomach threatened to burst.

“Me too, baby,” he grunts, tightening the circles on your clit the perfect amount faster. “Such a good girl. Cum with me, angel.”

All it took was his small amount of praise and you were falling apart around him, your orgasm pulling you under harshly, taking nearly all of your breath out of you. He came at the same time as you, ropes of his release coating the inside of you as you kept moving. When it became too much for the both of you, you slowed down and came back to earth.

You both attempted to catch your breaths, Jake falling on his back as he carried you down with him. Your head rested on his damp chest as he brought his hand up to brush through your tangled mess of hair. With his dick still inside of you, you felt warm and fuzzy inside, wanting to keep him there for a minute longer.

“You okay?” He asks you and you turn your head to place your chin on his chest. 

“Mhm,” you hum with a smile. “Are you?”

He chuckles down at you. “I swear sex was never this good until I had you.”

You smile in response. “Well, lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere.” You plant a chaste kiss to his chest and look back at him.

“You better not,” he threatens before placing a kiss to the top of your head. Both of your eyes drift closed, completely relaxed almost to the point of exhaustion. 

That’s when a knock sounded at the door.

“Jake!” Josh’s muffled yells were heard, nearly making you jump out of your skin. “Buses are leaving in 15!”

Jake rolls his eyes before looking down at you. “If we don’t say anything, he’ll go away.” You bite back a laugh, already feeling Josh becoming angrier by the second from behind the door..

“Jake!” Josh pounds on the door now as you hold your breath to keep yourself from laughing. “I need to know your ass is up!” 

“You know he’s not gonna stop,” you whisper, lifting an eyebrow at your boyfriend. 

He huffs before responding to his twin. “I’m up, asshole!” Josh says nothing else, but you hear him chuckle as the sound of his footsteps fade away. 

“Alright, dreamboat,” you lean up once more and Jake hisses as you separate yourself from him, his release dripping out slightly against your thighs. “Get moving. You’ve got fans waiting for you.”

He sighs, not wanting to leave the comfort of you and your shared bed. “Don’t wanna leave you.” Jake then moves over to bring you back into his embrace, his head nestling into the side of your neck.

“I’ll be at the venue with you in a few hours, baby,” you tread your fingers through his hair and he sighs into you.

“Fine,” he huffs once more. “I gotta shower.”

“I know. You stink,” you tease him and he lifts his head up almost immediately before cocking his head at you. You giggle, knowing what’s to come before he scoops you over his shoulder and carries you into the shower with him.

-

The moment you arrived at the venue in Kalamazoo, you were met with the sight of fans lined up in front of the doors to the arena. You knew this tour was highly anticipated by many, but my God, there were a lot of people outside. Your heart grew warm at the sight as proudness surged through you at the fact that so many people were here to see your love perform.

It was now almost showtime, and you sat on the couch in Jake’s dressing room as he threw his jacket over his shoulders. You could sense his nervousness from a mile away as he exhaled shakily looking into the mirror. You stand up slowly, coming up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist.

“You look handsome, baby,” you tilt your head around to look at him through the mirror. He smiles graciously at you, muttering a small “thank you” as he wrapped his hand around your forearm.

“I know you’re nervous, but I cannot even begin to tell you how proud I am of you. You’re gonna kill it out there tonight,” you say, continuing to stare into his eyes through the reflection. He spins around slowly to cup your cheeks in his hands.

“There’s just so many people,” he says. “I don’t wanna disappoint them.” His breath was shaky as he exhaled, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. A frown forms against your lips as you cup his face into your hands then.

“Baby, you are the most amazing, talented, and humble person I’ve ever met. I’d be worried if you weren’t nervous. There’s a reason you won guitarist of the year. You’re the best that there is. And all of those people out there; they love you,” you pause in between words before placing a quick kiss to his lips. “And I love you.”

Jake lets out a sigh, but a smile overcomes him the longer he looks at you. “I love you so much.”

You grin in response. “There’s that smile,” you tease, pressing your chin to his chest while still looking up at him. He grips your body tighter to him before pressing a sweet kiss to your head.

“5 minutes!” A stagehand calls outside of Jake’s dressing room.

“Duty calls.”

-

Just minutes later, you found your seat in the audience closest to Jake’s side of the stage as Josh’s monologue rings out through the arena. The fans’ scream nearly took over Josh’s voice as you looked down to see fans crying and hugging one another, warming your heart and causing a smile to form on your face.

The monologue ended before fans cheered louder as the opening to Heat Above played. You then hear Jake’s whine of his guitar and your smile stretches wider. The lights then illuminate the entire room as fans cheer loudly. You immediately look to Jake, a smile gracing his features as he looks out into the roaring crowd as he plays.

Dreams in Gold was surely going to be a dream.

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Slapshot

Couldn't stop thinking about Jake with the hockey jersey 🤭🥵

Warnings: smut (f receiving)

Word Count: 1.3k

Slow Hands - Niall Horan "no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me I, I know, yeah, I already know that there ain't no stopping Your plans and those slow hands"

Every time I watch my favorite player get slammed into the boards my heart hitches in my chest. 

They’re about to start the final period when I watch Jake look up to me, seeming to find me instantly. He flips his visor up, one of my requests he wears when playing, and flashes me a big smile. I instantly melt, waving back like I haven’t seen him in months - it’s only been a few hours. With a quick flip back down, I watch him turn into the captain his teammates need him to be. 

“That must be her!”

“Shh! She can probably hear you!” 

Smiling in my seat, I know they’re talking about me. I sit in the stands every home game, in the same spot. I wear his jersey with his number adorning either side and his last name stretched across my back.

Soon to be my last name I can’t help but think. 

I glance down to the ring on my left hand. Jake had proposed just the weekend before. My goofy boy had taken us to one of our favorite hangout spots we lovingly referred to as The Cabin. This small cabin in the woods had been the first place Jake and I had taken a vacation together, just the two of us. He made a standing reservation for us every six months since that weekend. 

Last weekend was our fifth trip. 

Two and a half years dating a man who made me feel like I could conquer the world, especially by his side. 

When we drove up to The Cabin, nothing looked different. Once we stepped inside however, a million bells started going off in my brain. There were fairy lights strung everywhere. Our favorite album played on a loop softly in the background. I turned back to Jake, my Jacob, to find him on his knee. He was barely able to get a word out before a sob escaped his throat and we both fell to the floor. I didn’t need his words to tell me what I already knew. 

A buzzer going off yanks me out of my pleasant thoughts. 

“Kiszka, number twenty-three with the goal!” 

I’m out of my chair and screaming before the announcer can finish. Jake’s team has an aggressive lead, I’m almost positive they’ll have an easy win tonight. For the last five minutes of his game, my eyes never leave number twenty-three. 

When the final buzzer rings signifying the end of the game, I cannot get out of my seat fast enough. I quickly  flash my media pass to security and run down the hall looking for him. 

“Y/N! Baby!” I hear faintly from behind me. His eyes are what I spot first and I’m off like a cannonball towards him. Even in all of his gear, I can’t help but jump into his waiting arms. 

“There’s my girl,” he says to me while giving me a small kiss on my forehead. 

“You did amazing tonight.” I say, knowing giving him just a little glimmer of praise has him wanting me even more. He sets me down on my feet and walks me outside of the locker room. 

“Five minutes,” he promises while squeezing my hand. Then I watch him disappear into a room filled with manly hoots and hollers. 

Five minutes later, just as promised, he comes out showered and changed. The smell of a game well done exchanged with the cologne I got him last christmas, the one that he says always reminds him of me.

We quickly hit the press room, where I watch Jake and all of his PR training shine. He then guides me towards the garage for the team, and it becomes hard to hide my excitement to finally be alone with him. When we get into our car I’m practically vibrating.

“What has gotten into my girl today?” he says while resting a hand on my thigh. The way he says that, my girl, always sends a shiver down my spine. 

“I just love watching you play so well, baby.” I move slowly to intertwine our fingers while the heat from his hand spreads like wildfire across my skin. 

I watch as he moves our hands higher up my leg. I know this car ride isn’t long, about ten minutes with good traffic. I’m going to try and use all of it to my advantage. 

“Just watching you in your element,” I continue, “you look so good I can’t take my eyes off of you.” 

His hand grips my thigh dangerously close to where I want him, a low growl cutting through the air. I glance at the gps between us, seven minutes glowing back to me from the screen. 

“When you checked that other guy for getting on top of your teammate? I couldn’t get to you fast enough after.” 

“Y/N.” My name rips through the air like a warning, but I know it’s a bottomless threat. I’ve been watching his eyes fight to stay on the road now. 

“I need to get you back in one piece so I can unravel you at home.” 

His low assertive voice had me squeezing my legs together, but not before his hand could find my center. 

“Open,” he says and the low gravel of his voice has me complying immediately. “That’s my good girl.” His fingers quickly find my clit since I have no underwear on, a request from him when I wear his jerseys to the game, as I try to not fully melt into the seat. The smirk dancing across his lips when he thinks he’s won has me baiting for more. 

“My girl, always so wet for me,” he murmurs. 

“Hard not to be when you play a game as good as that.” My traitorous hips start moving with his fingers,  begging for more. 

“I love when you’re sitting in the stands, I swear it makes me play even harder.” I feel one of his fingers getting close to my entrance. I try to look calm, even though I feel my orgasm inching closer and closer by the second. 

I take another glance at the clock, three minutes to go. 

“You know what I love even more?” He asks while finally inserting a finger inside me, a moan slips past my lips. “How my girl is so ready for me after.”  

“You look so fucking good on the ice,” my voice sounds breathy, far away. I know I’m losing control but I can’t stop focusing on his hand. 

“This is my real win of the evening.” He enters another finger and keeps his thumb on my clit. 

“Jake, baby. Don’t stop. I need you.” I’ve given up my ruse, not caring how desperate I’m sounding. He keeps expertly moving his hands, getting his fingers to that soft spot inside of me he knows will push me over the edge. 

“I want to hear you, Y/N.” 

That’s all I needed to hear before my orgasm ripped through me. I'm filling the quiet air chanting Jake’s name and screaming unintelligible words while I feel him watch me come undone.  

I hear quiet murmurs of praise coming from Jake, a mixture of “that’s my girl” and “you look so beautiful”. 

As I finally come down, I heard the soft ‘click’ of the garage opener, and realized where we were.

 I watch as Jake smoothly pulls into the garage and turns off the car. He leans across the console and presses a soft kiss to my lips. We get out of the car and Jake meets me at the door. He quickly flips me over his shoulder, making me squeal. A loud slap rings through the air, my ass is tingling. 

“Hope you didn’t think I was done with you quite yet, baby.” Jake says as he brings us inside our home. 

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[anythingforjtk]

Waited All Your Life

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, kissing, very slight angst

a/n: I don’t usually write anything but I’ve been feeling particularly inspired and bored lately! It’s definitely not perfect but this is something short and sweet and slightly fall themed to get into all of the Jake feels. Enjoy!!

It was your favorite time of the year. The leaves were changing color and the air was starting to cool down. That and it was time for your annual cabin trip with your favorite people.

You have known Jake, Josh, Danny and Sammy for as long as you could remember. You grew up in the house next to the Kiszka family and by default, became close to the Wagners as well.

You were closest in age to the twins and found yourself being most connected to them, especially Jake. There was something about the two of you that always clicked. He was a special person in your life, a friend you could always rely on. You couldn’t imagine a life without him.

But something weird had been happening lately.

Jake wasn’t interacting with you much in group settings and he wasn’t ever going out of his way to text you like he normally did. It felt like he didn’t want your friendship anymore, like he had gotten tired of you. You weren’t sure if it was all in your head but it made you feel extremely sad and worried.

You wanted to confront him about it but your annual cabin trip in October was approaching. You didn’t want to cause anymore friction or weirdness that seemed to already be happening between you two. You were so confused but hoped this trip would make things feel normal again.

You decided to drive to the cabin separately from the boys because you had to leave the trip a day earlier then them to get back to school in time.

Shockingly they all had made it to the cabin before you.

You pulled into the familiar gravel driveway in the evening and was comforted by the sight of the wooden house. It was surrounded by trees and open land. The house was draped with warm string lights and fake cob webs in preparation for the upcoming holiday.

You couldn’t wait to see the boys any longer so you skipped out on carrying your bags inside and sprinted to the front door.

You busted down the door and all four boys turned quickly to look at you.

“Oh look who finally made it!” Laughed Sammy from his seat on the couch.

“We thought you got lost!” Josh poked fun at you from the kitchen.

Danny was sat next to Sam giggling away at the boys teasing you.

And there was Jake.

He was standing by the record player looking at you with a soft smile and blank eyes. He was looking at you like he was scared of you, like he didn’t know you better than anyone else in the world.

Josh shook you from your thought by running up to you and throwing an arm around your shoulder. “We were just ordering some pizza and making some cocktails. You get comfortable and Sam and Danny will go grab your things from your car.”

“Hey! I didn’t agree to that!” Sammy complained, not wanting to get up.

Danny flicked him on the back of the head and started walking towards the front door.

“OKAY OUCH,” Sam screeched but Danny ignored his dramatics and patted you on the shoulder with a smile before leaving to fetch your things.

Sammy ran after him, knowing he was ultimately going to help even after complaining.

You walked over to the couch and dramatically plopped your body down with a groan. After a four hour drive your body needed a rest.

Josh came up from behind you and put his hands on your shoulders, “I’m headed out to pick up the pizza. Don’t you two have too much fun without me!”

“Oh Josh we could never,” you giggled at him before throwing him a small wink.

As Josh exited you started to feel nervous at the thought of being alone with Jake. You never felt that way before and it was making you pick at your nails.

“I’m glad you made it here safely.” Jake finally spoke up.

“Oh yea. It was an easy drive. I was enjoying the pretty scenery on the way,” you replied, not knowing where the conversation would go next.

And that was the problem.

It didn’t go anywhere.

It was silent.

Jake turned away from you to dig through the record collection and pick something to play.

His nimble fingers landed on the album Babel by Mumford & Sons. It was a perfect album choice for the fall weather. He always had an ear for picking the right music to match the mood.

He pulled the vinyl out of the sleeve and placed it gently onto the record player. He lowered the needle and with a small scratch the album began to play.

He turned back towards you with a toothless and shy smile.

Enough was enough, you were thinking to yourself. This was too weird. What was going on? You had to ask him.

“Jake,” you started clearing your throat, “Is everything okay? You have been really distant from me lately and I wanted to make sure we’re good.”

Just as Jake was about to his mouth to reply dumb and dumber walked in with your bags in hand.

“Sorry it took a while out there. Sam saw some fall foliage he just had to take pictures of. The man acted like he never saw a leaf before,” Danny said while walking up the stairs with your bags in hand to drop them off in your room.

“Well I’ve never seen any leaves as beautiful as those ones jack ass!” Sam bit back before running into the kitchen to fix himself a cocktail.

You decided not to approach Jake again until drinks were flowing. Maybe the alcohol would get him to speak up and distract the others from conversation.

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One hour goes by and you were all full of pizza and tequila sodas. You were feeling a pleasant buzz and it was causing your emotions to flow.

You missed Jake.

He was right there but you missed him.

Josh suggested playing truth or dare and you all would never deny the challenge.

All five of you gathered around the coffee table in the living room.

You sat yourself in between Jake and Josh while Sam and Danny sat on the floor across from you three.

“I’ll go first!” Sam yelled, not shocking anyone, as he was always the first wanting to start trouble.

He covered his eyes and moved his finger back and forth between the three of you, pretending he was going to pick by random, knowing he already had a plan in his mind.

His finger landed on Jake as he shouted “AHA you’re my first victim Jacob. Truth or dare?”

“I will never back down from a dare my brother. Hit me with your best shot,” Jake replies while throwing his beer bottle in the air to do a fake cheers.

“Kiss y/n.”

“Why am I being dragged into this dare?” You shout to Sammy, frustrated that he would put you in that position especially while things felt so tense with Jake. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad getting to kiss Jakes plump lips.

Jake spoke up aggressively “We are not doing that. Come on now let’s be serious.”

You couldn’t help but be hurt by that response. Was he that turned off by you that he couldn’t even give you a peck in the name of the game?

“But you said you would never back down from a dare,” Sam clapped back. “Or are you full of shit?”

Jake flips off Sam and turned his head to stare at you with blankness on his face. You couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking.

Everyone was quietly staring at you both, waiting for someone to make a move. While that was happening the whole world melted around you and you got lost in Jake.

Jake slowly lifted his hand to your face and brushed a string of hair off of your skin and tucked it behind your ear.

His hand then slowly traced the structure of your cheek bone and then down to your jaw.

He was admiring you.

He wasn’t saying a word and yet you felt admired.

But things took a turn when it seemed like something clicked in Jakes brain.

He pulled his hand back quickly and stood up, seemingly startled.

“I just need some fresh air for a moment,” Jake walked to the back of the house and opened the door to the porch, disappearing after closing it behind him.

“What the fuck was that?” Sam immediately questioned.

You were at a loss for words. You felt like Jake was disgusted by the idea of having to touch his lips to yours. Was he that upset with you over something or were you just that unattractive to him? The more you thought about it the more angry you became with his behaviors and lack of explanations.

You stormed away from the group and ran to the back door, following Jakes footsteps.

When you reached him outside he was leaning on the railing, looking out into the dark abyss of the night.

“What the hell is your problem?” You shook him from his daze.

“What?” He snapped around to face you.

You took a deep breath to relax yourself, “Are you that disgusted with me that you couldn’t just kiss me? Why are you so damn unhappy with me right now? What did I ever do-“

Your words were cut off by Jake grabbing your face and crashing his lips into yours.

Shortly after making the rash decision Jake pulled away, with your face still in between his hands. He was worried that he had freaked you out.

“I’m sorry for that, i’ve just wanted to do that for years y/n. I am not disgusted by you. Actually quite the opposite, I am enthralled by you and I didn’t want the first time I kissed you to be when we were playing a game with my stupid brothers.” Jake confessed.

Your mouth dropped. You didn’t expect this at all but it filled your heart with so much love.

He was Jake. Your Jake.

Kissing him had felt so natural and you wanted to test it further.

You shot Jake a big smile and threw your lips back onto his with more passion than before.

You both molded to each other. Your hands were in his hair and his were under your shirt, grabbing at your bare back.

The kiss was hard but slow and it took your breath away.

When you both finally pulled away you looked at each other in a way you never had before.

“Jake,” you said through your heavy breathing. “That was-“

“Incredible.” He finished your sentence perfectly.

You pulled him in for a hug. You rested your head near his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat.

Tears started forming in your eyes. You had so much love in your heart for this human and you were recently so scared you were losing him but you weren’t, you were gaining parts of him you hadn’t known before. You were so overwhelmed with emotion.

He felt the tears beginning to coat his chest and he pulled you away to be able to look you in the eyes.

“I am so sorry for my behavior lately y/n. My feelings for you have been building so quickly and strongly and I got scared. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. You are the most important person in my life and I didn’t want to mess that up. I shouldn’t have ran away from you. I should’ve told you,” confessed Jake.

“Sh Jake,” you put your finger over his lips to quiet him. “I get it. I really do. It’s okay. Just please be honest with me next time. You will never scare me away. Let’s just move forward now. Together.” You kissed his cheek quickly.

He beamed at you, “Okay my love.”

Jake grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth to gently kiss it.

You leaned slightly forward to give him one last peck on the lips to seal the moment off before heading back inside to face the others.

Jake started the walk inside while you follow behind him.

You both reached the other boys sitting on the couches at the same time.

Josh looked over at you both and noticed the overjoyed expressions painted over your faces.“You finally told her how you really feel?”

You looked at Josh with a surprised face, feeling like you were missing the signals of Jakes true feelings all of this time.

Jake wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into him and while smiling down at you he said, “Yea I feel like I’ve waited all my life to do that.”

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Love hate 2

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: adult content, fingering , unprotected sex , foreplay, profanity, fluff ,

Parings: Jake X fem reader

Word count : 1k

You woke to warmth and the smell of rain mixed with Jake's scent , opening your eyes to find yourself lying on Jake's chest with his arm around you, your feet tangled together. You didn't even realise when you had fallen asleep . The memories of last night flooded your head .

Jake was sound asleep. He was probably very tired . You gently slipped out of his arms causing him to let out a whine and pull a pillow into the spot you were , throwing his arm across it like how he had you .

You smiled at that , not expecting him to do something so cute . You left quietly trying not to wake him up, heading to the bathroom to wash up .

You went to the kitchen and saw josh and Sam awake with breakfast made .

"Ah you made it alive . I was starting to think both of y'all had killed eachother in there" Sam said as you took a slice of bread and sat down next to them .

You blushed , replaying parts of last night in your head as you served your breakfast. Josh noticed and smirked .

"where's Jake?" Sam asked pouring you some coffee

"He's still asleep" you said trying not to blush or smile and keep a serious face.

You almost finished breakfast when Jake came up to the table sitting across you.

Josh and Sam gave eachother a look . Usually Jake would say something mean to you every chance he got . Usually he'd greet you with a "oh great it's the bitch" or "yuck can you get any uglier than that" and other unnecessary comments instead of just saying"hi" or "good morning" like a normal person

He sat down and cleared his throat , both of y'all made eye contact with eachother before quickly looking away , making Sam and Josh look at eachother again .

"So we're going to that creek that's by the end?" Jake asks , busy with his breakfast.

"No I wanted to go to the woods first" you say immediately, making him look at you , his mouth full. His eyes showing that he was finding words to say .

Josh and Sam looked at eachother again , Jake would immediately snap at you on a normal day .

"Whatever" Jake muttered, that was the first time Jake had agreed to anything you said . Even you were shocked as you stared at him.

You looked over at josh and Sam giving eachother a look with wide eyes and a smile .

Jake pretended to be busy eating breakfast to care about their reactions

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It was evening after a long day of awkward interactions between you and Jake . Sam and Josh knew what was up and decided to keep quiet about it and just watch .

Y'all sat at a camp fire and Sam and josh went to get more firewood , leaving you and Jake alone there .

You stared at your roasting marshmallow , trying not to look over at Jake .

"Here" he said giving you his smore before taking yours and roasting it .

"Thanks" you say as you blew on it , taking a small bite of it as you watched him . The light from the fire glistening on his tan skin . Was he the prettiest or what?

"What" Jake smiles , noticing you staring.

"Nothing" you say immediately looking away "just looking" you bit the smore Jake gave you .

The boys came back with the firewood, the night went by a lil jam shesh and singing before y'all put the fire out and went to bed .

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You were sitting in bed with a book , resting your back against the headboard , just finished your shower before Jake went in.

You were pretty engrossed in your book when Jake walked in , your eyes looking up from your book to see him shirtless with jocks on . You'd seen the boys shirtless before but this was different.

"Aren't you gonna be cold?" You asked

"I have ways to warm myself up" Jake smirked at you making you turn red . Was he flirting-?

You went back to your book , not able to focus on a word though, your eyes watching everything Jake was doing.

He crawled into bed and sat next to you , your eyes fixed on the book nervously.

"Wacha readin?" Jake asked leaning closer.

"Um uh just- a book" you stutter , slapping yourself mentally for the stupid answer you gave him.

"I mean obviously it's a book-" you scoff "it's about this guy that eloped with this girl and then cheats on her" you re-sentence.

"Why you so nervous?" Jake cooed with a toothy smile , taking your book from you to see what you were reading.

"No wait-" you tried to snatch the book when you remembered something spicy would be next in the page .

He dodged you and turned the page , his eyes skimming through the words excitedly.

"Someone's a little minx ain't she ?" Jake chuckled giving you the book back as you snatched it away , blushing at the name he called you .

You stuffed the book under you pillow and crossed your arms , like you always did when he bullied you .

"You're cute when you're mad ya'know" Jake said.

"oh is that why your daily goal is to piss me off and get under my skin?" You ask angrily.

"exactly" He gives you a shit eating grin, lifting your chin up , inching closer to kiss you . You gave in and kissed him back , your hand sliding up his neck . Kissing him was unlike anyone you've ever kissed, it was euphoria.

You opened your mouth and grazed your tongue over his bottom lip , his eyes turning dark and lusty as he broke the kiss , staring into your eyes before pulling you on his lap.

You gripped his shoulders , his tongue slipping into your mouth as he kissed you , holding the back of your neck with one hand , the other sliding all over you .

You didn't notice the need growing between your legs until you involuntarily ground down on him , making him break the kiss and let out a groan.

"I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" you say in panic , realising he was hard .

He gave you that snarky grin again and flipped you over pinning you under him , his motions suddenly slow , and the room heated .

He peppered kisses on your neck making your eyes roll back , sucking on a certain spot as your hands roamed all over his shirtless body.

"Don't leave marks Jake, they'll know" you moaned as he kissed you .

"So?" He asks against your skin , making you shiver with butterflies .

His hand slipped under your baggie def Leppard t-shirt, caressing your stomach as his hand went up higher .

"Can I?" He asks and you nod , helping him take your top off , you weren't wearing a bra because you were getting to bed .

You moaned when he played with your nipples, immediately kissing your lips shut to keep you quiet .

He trailed the kiss down your neck and collar bone , sucking your skin , leaving another mark as you pulled on his hair .

You bit your lip to stifel your moans as he swirled his tongue around your nipple before sucking on it , his hand working the other . You felt hot and slutty , the need growing desperately between your legs .

You pushed Jake away to take your shorts and panties off , his eyes falling to the wetness between your legs.

Jake clashed his lips into yours ,his hand caressing your inner thigh before rubbing over your clit .

You moaned into his mouth as he gasped at how wet you were on his fingers . He moved in circles, you lifted your ass off the bed desperately as he rubbed you .

He stared at you with his face flushed , loving the reactions he was getting out of you .

"Jake- Jake I'm gonna cum-!" You whisper-shouted as you began shaking , digging your nails into his shoulders. He stopped immediately sucking your arousal off his fingers before taking his jocks off . Your eyes widened at his hard precum leaking tip.

He looked at you for permission but the desperation in your face was an obvious answer.

He lifted your leg over his waist as he leaned down to kiss you to muffle your moans as he slid himself in .

You arched your back and moaned into the kiss . Jake broke the kiss , moaning as he began grinding into you .

"You feel so perfect y|n" he moaned , looking into your eyes , his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure , his eyes half closed and face red and sweaty. His hair lashing on you as his thrusts got more desperate.

Your head was thrown back into the pillows as he thrusted into you , bouncing under him with each thrust .

You looked at him when he stopped. He flipped you over like you weighed nothing , lifting your ass into the air , your face stuffed into the pillows before he thrusted deep into you again , making you moan loudly into the pillows.

He buckled his hips violently into you , you lost all feeling in you legs , the immense pleasure of his cock hitting your gspot making you drip down your legs . Your skin clapping as y'all started getting sweaty and wet .

Your legs trembled and you body shook , almost screaming into the pillows as you came . That sent Jake over the edge , cumming after you .

He pulled out as you spasmed and cried into the pillows.

He fell into the bed , pulling you into his chest , you were still high on your orgasm.

"Shhh" Jake cooed as he wiped the tears of pleasure that wet your cheeks .

"Do you think they heard us?" You ask breathlessly.

"Stop thinking about my brothers when you're with me" Jake said , his voice husky and deep , making you blush .

You nuzzled into his chest , breathing heavily as you processed what happened.

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@ignite-my-fire

[ageofbarbarians]

Bent Over // J.T.K

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: You and Jake had thrown a small dinner party so he could discuss things regarding the new album. You were bored most of the day since his attention was mainly drawn towards the boys so you decide to play a little game...

Warnings: Adult Content 18+ MINORS DNI! Language, Heavy Smut, Choking, Hair Pulling, Name Calling, Penetration, Oral (M & F Receiving), Handcuffs, Personal Massager, Gagging. 

Word Count: 7.7K

M A S T E R L I S T

Jake was pissed. Pissed was honestly an understatement, but it was your fault for getting yourself into this situation, and honestly? You didn’t even care. You were thrilled. A little scared of what was to come, but more excited than anything.

Jake had talked to you a couple of days ago about having his brothers over for dinner to discuss the new album. You agreed since you enjoyed their company, but when the day came, you didn’t realize Jake would pay you almost no attention. Not that you needed it, but if you knew it was going to be that way you would’ve invited a friend to keep you company.

The morning had started with a heated make-out session but it never went any further than that even though you both were wound up. Jake had a lot to do when it came to prepping, and you decided to help him. He threw his ideas at you that he was going to pitch to the boys and they were all great, but it was all he was talking about the entire day. Sure, you knew he was nervous but even for just a few minutes you wanted to talk about a different topic, you didn’t even care what it was.

You were extremely supportive of Jake and you were beyond proud of how far he and the boys have come, but he’s been so busy with this new album and it wouldn’t be long until he would leave for tour again and you would be left alone. It was one of the things you dreaded about your relationship. You were hoping there was a chance you would get to go on this leg of the tour but you weren’t going to hold your hopes high.

Jake had run off to take a quick shower, leaving you to do the rest of the food prep. There wasn’t much left but you would’ve preferred his help to get it done quicker. You could hear the shower running upstairs and music was muffled from the speaker you left in the bathroom. You continued chopping up some fruit and it wasn’t long before you heard the water shut off.

The timing was almost perfect since there was a knock on the door and you could hear the three obnoxious boys outside. You wiped your sticky hands off with a wet paper towel and dried them off on your skirt. You gave your appearance a once over in the mirror in your living room before you went to open the door. You wore one of Jake’s t-shirts that was tied in the front to resemble a crop top and a black skirt that hit around the middle of your thighs.

“Hey guys, so good to see you!” You gave a friendly smile to your boyfriend's brothers and let them inside. Josh gave you a quick peck on the check and you did the same as you gave him a quick hug. You hugged Sam and Danny and lead them towards the kitchen where you continued to do your prep.

"Hey mama, how are you?" Josh greeted before going to sit at the bar along the counter. 

“Where’s Jake? Why is he leaving you to do all the work?” Sam asked. You laughed and shook your head. He went to the sink and washed his hands before grabbing a knife from one of the drawers and started cutting up so veggies. 

“He just got out of the shower. He was helping me earlier, he should be down in a minute.” You finished cutting up some strawberries and put them into a large glass bowl.

“How have you been, Y/N? We haven’t seen you in a while.” Danny piped up. You looked up at him as he was sitting across from you at the bar. You shrugged and began washing some blackberries.

“It’s been okay. Just trying to finish up school and I’ve been working a lot. What about you guys? I’ve missed having you guys around.” You responded simply.

You used to have the boys over almost every night. There was always something going on, whether it was a fire, having a movie night, or even just drinking to get drunk. You loved having them around and they were like family to you. They were all extremely protective but they knew in the end that you were Jake’s, and only Jake’s.

“Hey, guys.” Jake appeared in the kitchen and smiled lightly at them. His hair was still damp but you scanned his body, a small wave of heat rushing to your core. It was crazy how just looking at him made you feel some type of way, but you just knew he was the one. His outfit was simple. A black shirt that only had a few of the bottom buttons buttoned, a pair of light wash jeans, a pair of his favorite boots, and he had on a couple of necklaces that hung down onto his chest. It wasn’t something that was out of the ordinary for him to wear but just right at this moment, he looked extremely sexy.

“Making the misses do all the work?” Sam teased.

“I know right? He never even helps me.” You playfully rolled your eyes and Jake shook his head.

“Did you tell them that I didn’t help you? That’s not even true!” He sat a glass of wine in front of you and opened a beer for himself.

“Yeah, she did. She told us how she isn’t satisfied in bed either and she might need help from a real man.” Josh chimed in. You gasped at his crude comment and started rapidly shaking your head.

“Josh shut up that is not even close to being true. I did tell them that you were helping me, they're just being assholes.” You turned towards Jake and leaned your head on him. Josh laughed and Jake just glared at him.

This conversation was one of the first things that pissed Jake off.

About a half hour later all of the side dishes were done and all Jake had to do was finish grilling. You decided to keep it simple with some hamburgers and hotdogs, and a couple of the vegan ones for Sam. The five of you sat around the table that was on your back deck and the boys began talking about upcoming promotions.

You weren’t paying too much attention to their conversation, considering most of it you didn’t even understand. They talked about what they were going to do for the promotions, what they should do for merch, what songs they should release as singles, and the list just kept going on and on. Out of all of the things that they talked about, the merch and music were really all that made sense to you. You sat there quietly eating your food, moving things around with a fork just waiting for the dinner to be over with so you could have Jake to yourself for the rest of the evening. You sipped on your wine, deciding if you should just bring out the entire bottle since you knew you'd finish it yourself or if you should just keep it classy and leave it in a glass. You decided to just keep it in a glass because you didn't need any questions from Jake or the boys. Even though it wouldn't have been the first time but now just wasn't the time. 

"What do you think, babe?" Jake tapped his finger in front of you and you looked up from your plate, not even realizing you had completely zoned out from the conversation. You blinked at him a few times and he sighed, realizing you weren't paying attention.

"For the tour, what do you think a good idea for the name would be? That's one of the main things we haven't really figured out." He repeated his question and you looked back down at your food and thought for a moment. You were honestly surprised that they were even asking for your input considering they were doing most of the figuring out themselves. You thought back to the overall concept of the tour that they were going for. Since the cover and the album name were decided you realized that the color scheme was black and gold. You had even seen a couple of Josh's outfits that he would be wearing for portions of the tour as well as photoshoots.

"What about the Dreams in Gold Tour? You guys have a lot of gold for the promos and one of the songs is Weight of Dreams, I mean it would make sense." You shrugged and looked at each one of the boys to gauge their reaction. They didn't say anything and they just stared and you suddenly started to feel embarrassed for even answering his question. You should've just shrugged it off.

"Y/N, you are literally a fucking genius." Josh slammed his hands on the table, and almost spilled his drink all over the table in the process. Jake rubbed one of his feet against your ankle and smiled at you. 

"I love it. I think it fits the whole vibe perfectly. Josh, you even have some gold outfits too don't you?" Sam asked. You went back to eating your food as the boys carried on the rest of their conversation. You finished your plate and quickly finished off the last portion of your wine. Jake looked at you as he licked his lips, not even meaning anything by it and the simple action sent a chill down your spine. 

You grabbed your plate as well as Jake's and his empty beer bottle to take inside. You also grabbed your wine glass with the other hand and made your way toward the sliding glass door. Everybody's backs were to you for the most part besides Jakes so you decided to 'drop' a napkin. You bent over, picking it up knowing that your ass was pretty much on full display from the short skirt riding up on your legs. Ironically enough you had worn a black thong that just so happened to be Jake's favorite. You heard him cough from behind you so you stood back up and looked over your shoulder. He continued to cough and you realized he was choking on his drink.

"Hey dude, you good?" Danny asked. He turned around to look at you since Jake was looking at you in disbelief but you just made your way inside. 

"Yeah no, no, I'm good, just went down the wrong pipe." Jake waved him off and he cleared his throat a couple of times. The boys carried on their conversation and you could just feel Jake's stare burning into your back. You looked at him through the glass door and his eyes were stuck on you while he held a glass of wine in his hand, giving you a look that you couldn't quite read. You held up his plate, in a way to ask if he wanted some more food. He shook his head and took another sip of his drink, returning to the conversation with his brothers. 

You decided to put some more food on your plate and poured yourself another glass of wine and made your way back outside. You sat back down next to Jake this time and you picked at the variety of fruit with your fingers, not even bothering to grab a fork. You sat your left hand on Jake's lap, drawing small circles on his thigh. You tried not to make the movements obvious since this was all a part of the little game you wanted to play. You moved your hand further towards the inside of his thigh and gave a small squeeze. You could feel his body tense up.

"Y/N, are you coming on tour with us this year?" Josh asked. He took a sip of his drink and another bite of his food. 

"I don't know yet. When does the first leg start? I'd love to go, but that's only if Jake thinks it's a good idea. I only have a semester left of school.  As you said his name you grazed your hand over the middle of his jeans, which caused him to shift in his seat. You looked at Jake as you softly grabbed his crotch, all of the boys still oblivious as to what was going on. 

"What do you think Jakey?" You brought your hand back up above the table and took a large sip of your wine. It was rare that you called him Jakey, but most of the time it was when you wanted something from him. 

"I think it would be fine, what do you guys think?" Jake answered a little too quickly and you smiled behind your glass, knowing he was flustered. His hand came down onto your thigh and he gave you a warning squeeze, in a way to signal you to stop. You spread your legs a little further apart and his eyes moved down towards the skirt that was beginning to ride up against your thighs. 

"I don't see why not. She hasn't been on tour with us yet. It would be a good chance for her to travel. Think of it as a graduation gift." Sam laughed and so did the other two boys, Jake on the other hand was getting fed up with your teasing actions. He tried to play it off by giving them a small smile as he nodded his head.

"Just remember we are all in very close quarters, the walls or the bunk curtains aren't soundproof." Josh raised a brow at you the two of you and you couldn't help but groan.

"You walked into our house! It's not my fault you showed up unannounced! Just be glad we weren't in the living room." Jake defended and all you could do was cover your face from embarrassment. About two months ago, you and Jake decided to have a quick session before the rest of the boys came over for a movie night. What you didn't know is that they were going to show up early and just invite themselves in. It just happened to be one of the roughest rounds of sex you and Jake ever had, and the three of them could hear you clear as day from upstairs. You only knew they were there because Josh had screamed "Oh God!" before you heard the front door slam shut. 

"If it means anything Jake, she sounds heavenly. " Josh smiled at Jake before giving you a small wink, clearly just trying to get a rise out of him, and it sure as hell was working. Josh had made comments like this before and you were used to it since you knew it was all in good fun, mainly just to give him a reason to piss Jake off. Before you and Jake got together, you and Josh had actually had a small fling going on. It was nothing serious since you never slept together but you did kiss each other one night when you were both drunk at a party and you would flirt here and there, but you had always had feelings for Jake. Granted it was years ago, but occasionally Josh would bring it up as a way to get a rise out of Jake, but you still sometimes felt bad about flirting with his brother before you got together with him. They both had told you it was no big deal but for a while, you thought it was wrong. But you were over it at this point. Sometimes you could tell that the feelings still resonated with Josh but he would never overstep a boundary like that and most of the time you did notice he was drunk anyway. 

"Maybe you'll have to see for yourself, Josh." You shrugged, finishing off your glass of wine.

"The other twin is always better, what can I say." Josh, Danny, and Sam just laughed since they knew you were just kidding. Jake on the other hand took it seriously and he was just starting to get more pissed off. 

"Alright, enough, this isn't a 'hit-on-my-girlfriend' night," Jake mumbled. He squeezed your thigh once again and you sat your hand over the top of his, slowly scratching the top. He looked at you, and the two of you made eye contact. You could tell just from the glint in his eyes that he was getting fed up with you because he knew exactly what you were trying to do. 

"I think I'm going to go for a swim, anybody want to join me?" You stood up from the table and started making your way towards the sliding glass door.

"I will! It's hot as hell out here." Sam stood up and followed behind you, and soon everybody began to follow. You started walking up the stairs when you noticed Jake coming straight for you. You skipped every other step and darted down the hallway to the bedroom. You quickly closed the door, careful to not slam it to cause a scene, and locked it. Jake knocked on the door a couple of times and you put your ear up against it.

"Y/N, enough. I know what you're trying to do. You're being a fucking brat." He knocked on the door once more and you smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I'm not doing anything Jakey." You slipped your clothes off, leaving you in your black thong before you went and opened the door. Jake scanned your body with wide eyes before quickly entering the bedroom and shutting the door.

"Really? Because it sure as hell seems like something to me." He scoffed and you walked towards your dresser, sifting through your bathing suits before finding one of the most revealing ones that you could. It was a dark green string bikini. The top was a little too small for your chest but still big enough to cover the front and the bottoms exposed a good majority of your ass. You typically only wore it when you were tanning or home alone with Jake but you had a strong feeling one of the boys would say something about it. Not that you were trying to show off for them, but you really just wanted to tease Jake. Most of the time when you wore this bikini it would always get ripped off of you. You put the bikini in your hand before Jake could see which one you grabbed. 

"I'm not, baby. I would never do that to you." You went up and kissed Jake on the cheek before one of his hands gripped the sides of your chin and cheeks. He held your face in place before he stared into your eyes.

"I mean it, Y/N. If you don't knock this shit off it's not going to end well." Jake said quietly as he got closer to your face. His words sent heat down to your core and all you could do was smile at him. 

"Or what? What could you possibly do?" You rolled your eyes before pulling yourself away from his grip. You started walking towards the bedroom before Jake lifted you over his shoulder and tossed you down on the bed. He put his hand on the side of your head, pushing you down into the mattress before he leaned over the top of you and whispered in your ear.

"You know exactly what I'll do. Cut the shit." He applied a hard smack to your ass, just barely running his fingers over your clothed core as he removed his hand, which cause you to moan and a smile crept across your face. He stood up and walked over to the dresser to grab his swim trunks and a few other pairs for the boys. He made his way out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself. 

You stood up from the bed and quickly changed into your bikini before wrapping yourself in a towel and making your way downstairs. You walked back outside and realized all of the boys were already in the pool. They had their drinks sitting along the edge beside Josh who had his in his hand.

You walked over to the diving board and dropped your towel. Jake was the first one to lay eyes on you and you knew he was furious. Sam and Danny looked in your direction as they had the noise of you stepping on the diving board. 

"That color looks great on you, Y/N." Sam complimented and you smiled at him. 

"Where did you get it? I need to get it for Mackenzie." Danny's eyes were wide and you knew what he was thinking without even saying it. He looked away toward Sam, being respectful to not stare too long.

"I don't remember. I'll try and find the link for it and send it to you." You walked to the very edge of the diving board before doing a small jump and diving in, swimming right up to Jake. You pushed your hair out of your face and wiped your eyes. Jake put his hands on your waist and you skimmed your hand over his member, noticing he was already half hard. 

"Are you fucking serious?" He said quietly through gritted teeth. You shrugged before swimming away from him and grabbing one of the pool floaties to lay on. You jumped up on it and laid down across the plastic material, closing your eyes from the bright sun.

"Josh, can you grab my drink please?" You asked since he was closest to the edge of the pool. He got out and made his way to the table and picked up your wine glass.

"Well, it's empty. Do you want more wine? Red or white?" He asked as he shook the empty glass.

"White please." Josh filled up your glass before getting back into the pool and swimming over to you.

"I know what you're doing, and it's working." He quickly whispered before swimming away from you. You smiled as you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip. You were surprised that he noticed since you weren't trying to be that obvious but maybe he could just tell Jake was pissed off.

The boys carried on their conversation as you lay on the raft trying your best to relax. They splashed each other as they had small arguments over things they just couldn't agree on and you laughed occasionally at their bickering. You hummed to yourself and enjoyed the warmth of the sun hitting your skin. 

"I forgot sunscreen. Can I get some help with my back?" You asked as you climbed onto the concrete since your raft had floated to the edge of the pool. You went to one of the boxes that had various supplies for the pool and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen.

"I'll help." Josh piped up. You sat on the edge of the pool, rubbing sunscreen on your legs, stomach, and eventually your chest. As you rubbed it around your bathing suit, you stared at Jake who just shook his head. You handed the bottle to Josh and he put some of the white cream into his hand before applying it to your back.

"Josh, I think I can do it." Jake came over and nudged him out of the way and he began rubbing the sunscreen into your back. Josh put his hands up in defense and went over to Sam and Danny, starting to talk to him about something you couldn't quite hear. You finished off the last of your wine and it began to hit you just right, the tipsy feeling beginning to wash over you. 

"Who wants to play chicken?" You asked and the boys agreed.

"I do, Y/N you're on my team." Josh piped up. He swam up to you before dunking his head under the water and you got onto his shoulders. He stood up and you rested your hands on the top of his head.

"Jake, you're on my team, Sammy you be our judge." Danny piped up. 

"What if I wanted to be on Y/N's team?" Jake asked with an annoyed tone. Josh shrugged as an 'oh well' and told him that it wasn't fair for us to be on a team together since we were dating. 

Jake got onto Danny's shoulders and it wasn't long before you and Jake started to push one either off of Josh or Danny's shoulders.

"Y/N, lean forwards so Jake can't push you back as easy!" Sam coached.

"Sam you're the judge! You aren't supposed to be helping her!" Danny turned his head towards him and shook his head. You did as you were told and as you leaned forward the slightest bit, Jake immediately looked at your chest. You found this as a good opportunity to give him a hard push which sent him and Danny under the water.

"Let's go! We make a great time." Josh laughed as he held out his hand to give you a high five. 

You did a few more rounds before Jake eventually pushed you off, sending you and Josh into the water. You came up and ran your hands across your chest and up to your face, before wringing out your hair. You swam over to Jake and grabbed his dick through his shorts. He pulled you against him and he glared at you. You could feel him growing under your touch and you smirked at him before moving your hand slightly. 

"I have to get back home to Mac, I guess there is a giant spider in the bathroom and she wants me to come home and kill it." Danny shook his head as he checked his phone. Sam was already out of the pool and dried as he had judged your other couple of games. 

"I have to go to the studio for a little bit and finalize some things, Sam do you want to come with me?" Josh asked. Sam nodded his head and everybody went into the house to change. You and Jake said your goodbyes to everyone and after he closed the door you had already started to make your way towards the stairs. Jake followed behind you and it only took seconds for him to catch up to you.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" He asked. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and he started walking you both towards the bedroom. His pace was quick and you had stumbled a bit trying to keep up with him pushing you. As you reached the bedroom he shut the door behind him and he pushed you down onto the bed as he had done earlier. You tried to stand back up but he pushed the top of your head down with his hand.

"What the fuck was all of that? We're you trying to get a rise out of me?" His voice was rough and you could feel his breath against your ear.

"I was just trying to have a little fun, Jakey." You laughed slightly and this just sent him over the edge.

"Really? Do you think it's funny to bend over and almost show them everything under your skirt? Or putting on the sluttiest bikini you own? Or having my fucking brother put sunscreen on for you instead of asking?" His voice got louder and just from him raising your voice, it made you wet. Jake was never one to get upset or raise his voice but there was just something about it that turned you on.

"I asked, he offered. Nothing you can do about it now." You deadpanned. A hard smack was applied to your ass and you moaned quietly to yourself, trying not to let Jake hear. 

"I'll show you exactly what I'll do about it. Legs apart. Now." Jake growled. He put his knee in between your legs, separating them before you even had the chance to comply. He undid both of the strings that sat against your hips and pulled the bikini bottoms out from under you, exposing your heat to him.

"Look at you, already dripping. Hands behind your back, slut." He tisked and you could hear the sound of him taking off his swim trunks. You tried to lift your head to look at him but he pushed you back down into the bed. You heard the drawer of his nightstand open and close with a slam. You did as you were told and put your arms behind your back. You felt cold metal against your skin and you immediately realized what it was.

"Baby, let me touch you, please," You begged and tried your hardest to get your hands out of the cuffs but they were too tight against your wrists. 

"Not tonight. Dirty little whores don't get to touch. On your knees." Jake commanded. You stood up from the bed and got on your knees in front of Jake. His cheeks were flushed from anger but all you could do was stare at his cock. Precum leaked from his pink tip and the sight made you drip.

"Open." Was all he said before you opened your mouth and he slid into you. Your lips wrapped around him and he began to shift his hips back and forth. It wasn't long before his pace sped up and he was fucking your mouth. He groaned and tilted his head back. You closed your eyes but opened them again as Jake tapped your cheek, signaling you to look at him. 

"You take me so well, baby." Spit traveled down your chin, dripping down onto your thighs. Tears slipped down your cheeks from him repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. His fingers wrapped in your hair, tugging at the roots before he shoved himself down the back of your throat. He held you there for a moment before you gagged and he pulled himself out of your mouth. You took in a deep breath of air since you were only breathing from your nose. He pulled upwards on your hair, making you stand up before he pushed your chest down onto the bed. 

"Is this what you wanted?" He drug his tip through your folds before slamming into you, not giving you any time to adjust. A loud moan flew past your lips and you clenched around him.

"Fuck, yes Jake," You closed your eyes and just let him take total control over your body. You so badly wanted to grip the sheets but the handcuffs stopped you from moving your hands. You balled your hands into a fist, your knuckles turning white from the pressure. Your legs began to shake and your knees began to buckle under you, causing you to fall slightly.

"Look at my pretty slut, getting fucked so hard she can't even stand." Jake cooed as he sent another sharp thrust into you. You put your face into the bed to muffle your moans. 

"Come on, baby. Let me hear you. You're the one who wanted this." Jake grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back and you whimpered but you soon smiled and laughed slightly at the whole scene. Jake leaned over the top of your back, careful not to put his full weight on top of you. He wrapped his free hand around your throat, applying pressure to the sides. A straggled moan escape from you and you felt that familiar feeling beginning to build in the pit of your stomach. His hand cracked against your ass before he dug his free hand into your sides, hard enough that you knew he would leave bruises. 

"You're getting close aren't you?" Jake whispered in your ear. You shook your head and Jake sent another forceful thrust into you. 

"Don't lie to me. I can feel you clenching around me. You're so pathetic. So desperate for my cock." He applied a hard smack to your ass and applied more pressure to your throat and at that point, you couldn't even make any noise. He continued his forceful pace before he pulled himself out of you and flipped you over onto your back. He spread your legs apart, setting them over his shoulders, and lined himself up at your entrance. His movements were slow but all you could do was watch him. 

"Jake, please," You whined. He shook his head and smiled before slowly sliding into you. You moaned softly but it was replaced by a yelp as he sent a harsh thrust into you. He pulled back out slowly, before repeating his movements.

"What do you want baby? You want to cum? All over my cock?" He asked, with his brow raised. He let out a grunt as his hips flew forward into yours. Your back arched and you nodded your head.

"Words love, I need them." He stopped his movements and bent down and pressed a sloppy his to your lips.

"Please," was all you could say and he shook his head.

"Too," Thrust "Fucking," Thrust "Bad," Thrust. His speed picked up and he started rubbing your clit in fast circles. The only noises in the room were your moans bouncing off the walls and the sound of your skin making contact with Jakes. He never let up on his movements.

"Jakey please, please let me cum," You gasped. You were on the brink of spilling over but you knew if you came without him letting you, the situation would be worse. You hated to admit that you were enjoying how rough he was with you but it wasn't often that your sex was rough like this. Jake never wanted to hurt you, but sometimes wished he would be a little more forceful with you. 

Jake leaned over you and began biting and kissing your neck. With every bite, he soothed over the area with his tongue. He let go of your throat and smacked your cheek, moaning from the sudden contact. He had never done that before. He put three of his fingers into your mouth, slightly pulling down on your jaw. 

"How badly do you want it?" He asked and you couldn't even respond. He removed his fingers from your clit and lifted up the top of your bikini, exposing your breasts. They bounced with every thrust and he grabbed one and wrapped his lips around your swollen nipple, biting at the raised bud. He slid out of you before removing his fingers from your mouth and dropping to his knees and he licked a bold strip up your core. You shifted against the bed and he grabbed your sides, pulling you closer to him. He entered two fingers and curved them upwards and wrapped his lips around your clit.

"Jake I can't hold on much longer, please," You whined loudly and your legs began to tremble. You looked down at the vulgar scene and you made eye contact with the man below you. He nodded his head and you started to see stars as you were on the brink of releasing around him. You moaned loudly and your back arched against the bed. Your wrists pulled against the cuffs and they were for sure going to leave marks. Your eyes screwed shut and your moans could've put a pornstar to shame. 

Right as you were about to spill over, Jake halted all of his movements and you're eyes flew open. He shook his head at you as he smirked and he went into the bathroom, leaving you a wrecked mess on the bed. He came back out a minute later with two rags. You raised a brow at him, not sure what he had them for and you shifted back onto the bed.

"Whores don't get to cum. You're not getting away with all of this that easy." Jake came up to you and tapped your chin, signaling you to open your mouth. He put one of the rags into your mouth, shoving it in deep enough so you couldn't spit it out of your mouth. He sat the other rag on the bedside table and he came back over to stand in front of you. Your eyes widened and you began dripping with arousal.

"I don't want to hear another word out of you." He leaned down towards your face, his eyes darker than normal. He grabbed ahold of your chin and applied a smack to your cheek which took you by surprise but it made you moan. He had never been this rough with you but you hated to admit that you were enjoying it. 

"Fucking slut. Thinking you can tease me in front of my brothers." He shook his head again, dragging his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal. You whined, waiting for some type of contact. He slid his tip in, before pulling it back out, repeating the process a couple of times. You shifted your hips, hoping to get more contact from him but he just pulled away.

"Stay still. I mean it." You nodded your head, being sure not to move and he slowly slid into you again. Your eyes fluttered shut, waiting for him to move but he never did. You opened your eyes again and he just stared down at you. He brought his hand to the side of your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You gave him doe eyes, as a way to please to keep moving. 

"What? What do you want pretty girl?" He questioned, tilting his head. You just whined since even if you tried to speak it wouldn't do any good. Jake slowly began to move his hips, his pace slow enough to be torturous. You tried moving your hips to meet his and he stopped, giving you a look. He waited a moment before slowly moving. You could feel how deep he was inside of you but the pace just wasn't enough, not for a time like this

You whined again, trying to get him to move faster and he did, slowly but surely. It didn't take long before his hips began meeting yours and his thrusts were hard. You moaned into the rag, so badly wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel and you desperately wanted the stupid rag out of your mouth but you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you. 

One of his hands came up to cup your breasts and he stared down at the scene below him, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease, not even caring that you had no control over the situation. Your back arched as he hit the deepest part of you, making that feeling in the pit of your stomach return. You could feel yourself clenching around him and he sped up, slamming his hips into yours. Your eyes screwed shit, moaning out into the rag. Even with the rag muffling the noise it was still loud. You knew you were on the brink of spilling over again from how hard you were clenching around Jake, and he knew it too. 

He pulled out of you again and you whined, tears starting to brim your eyes from the way he was edging you. He walked over to your side of the bed and opened your bedside drawer. You couldn't think of what he could have been grabbing until it hit you. 

Jake held up the black vibrator you owned and your eyes went wide. There had only been a few occasions where you had used it, and it was typically when he wasn't home. You weren't even sure how he knew you had it.

"Didn't think I knew about this did you?" He waved it in front of you and you couldn't even make a noise. You felt bad that you had never told him about the fact that you had owned it, but you weren't sure how he would feel. It wasn't often you used it since you had bought it when he was on tour and you needed some way to satisfy yourself.

"I found it one day when I was cleaning. I wish you would've told me. Imagine all of the videos I could've had you send me. That pretty little pussy throbbing just for me over the fact that my cock wasn't here to satisfy you. What a damn shame." Jake shook his head again and his words made you melt. He clicked the button and you heard the quiet vibrator come to life. He put it up to the highest speed and your eyes widen. You had never even gone up that far.

Jake lined himself up at your entrance before he slid into you. He put the head of the massager on your clit and you immediately moaned, knowing you wouldn't last long from how sensitive you were. Jake flew his hips forward, continuing his brutal pace. He pressed the massager down harder onto your clit and your back arched. He ripped the rag out of your mouth, a loud, whiny moan filling the room. 

"Fuck! Jake!" You gasped and tried to shift away from his grip but it was useless. Your eyes screwed shut and a series of loud moans flew past your lips. You were so close. He pulled out a moment later, flipping you onto your back before uncuffing you and flipping you back over. He entered you again, returning to his deadly pace. He sat the vibrator against your clit and your hands flew to his back. The one thing you had wanted the entire time. 

Your nails raked down Jake's back, hard enough that you were going to leave marks, but neither of you cared. You both were too lost in the moment to even think about anything after this. The feeling of your orgasm swelled in your stomach, only seconds away from the brink of your release.

"Please let me cum, oh my fucking god," Your teeth ground together and a groan left your mouth.

"Beg for it. Tell me what you want." Jake spoke in between thrusts, still not letting up his pace. 

"Shit, let me cum, please Jake, please. I won't tease you like that again I promise. Please I just want to cum around your cock. Fuck youre so big, I love the way you stretch me out." You whined, hoping the extra compliment at the end would give you some points. It wasn't that you were lying, Jake was pretty big. At first, it took a lot of getting used to but now he fits you so well. 

"Look at me. Who do you belong to?" He asked, getting close to your face. You looked into his eyes and let out a breathy 'you'.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Who owns you?" He asked louder this time.

"You! Fuck!" You gasped and if he didn't let you cum now, there would've been no saving yourself. Tears slid down your cheek from the intense pleasure.

"Cum for me, pretty girl." He smiled at you as he held your chin with his free hand, making sure that you kept eye contact with him. You moaned loud enough to be heard from the entire house. Your back arched and you couldn't help but close your eyes. You felt an unfamiliar feeling of wetness and Jake moaned loudly before his thrusts became sloppy.

"God, look at the way you squirt all over me. Fuck, you're so sexy when you cum," He moaned out before he stilled and you could feel look hot, sticky strings of him inside you. He tossed the vibrator somewhere on the bed before he pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed next to you.

The two of you laid there for a moment, trying to comprehend what had even just happened. You both were breathless, trying your hardest to regain your composure. Jake eventually got up, grabbing the rag he had set on his bedside table and he started to clean you up. As he made contact with your core, you shook, closing your legs together and he laughed.

"Little sensitive, hm?" You nodded at him, still not even able to form words. Jake walked into the bathroom and you could hear the sound of the bathtub beginning to fill. You sat up on your elbows and looked towards the doorway. He came out a moment later and sat next to you on the bed. His thumb came up and wiped your cheek from the wetness that remained from your tears.

"Was that too much?" He asked quietly and you immediately shook your head.

"No, no not at all. I loved it honestly. That might've been the best sex we've ever had." You bit your lip and he laughed, nodding his head.

"I might have to agree. If it's ever too much, please tell me, okay?" He asked reassuringly. You nodded your head and he applied a soft kiss to your lips. He picked you up, one of his arms under your legs and the other supporting your back. He carried you into the bathroom and sat you on the toilet, giving you a little privacy so you could pee, and he returned a few minutes later with some fresh towels for the both of you. You tried to stand but immediately started falling to the floor before Jake caught you. You both laughed, and he picked you up, setting you into the warm water.

"I love you more than words can even describe," Jake whispered as he slid into the tub behind you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned back against his chest.

"I love you too." You closed your eyes and relaxed into the water. Jake quietly hummed one of the new songs that was yet to be released that you had only heard on one other occasion and that was at the studio. Just from the way it sounded you knew it was going to be your favorite. 

If you could spend every night like that, you would. 

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Our Love Grows

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: none

Coming out of the bedroom, you turn down the hallway, waddling your way to to the livingroom. You were 38 weeks pregnant and feeling it. You felt so heavy and ached all over. But, rubbing your round belly, all of those things melted away.

As you rounded the corner, you see Josh holding up his film camera.

"Alright mama, now turn to the side, let me see that bump." He says, zooming in on your belly.

"Josh, come on. I'm hungry! No more filming!" You whine.

Putting down the camera, Josh walks over to you. Wrapping his arms around you, he says, "I'm sorry. I know I've been doing this a lot. I just want to capture every moment. But, let's go make you some breakfast." He leans down and gives you a soft kiss. "Waffles or pancakes for my loves." He asks, placing his hand on your bump, earning a kick from the little lady.

"Granola and yogurt." You say. "Oh! And some strawberries! Please."

Chuckling, Josh smiles and says, "Anything for my girls."

After finishing up breakfast, the two of you wash up the dishes. Turning from the sink and drying off your hands, you turn to Josh. "Okay, I'm ready for my close up." You say with a smile.

"Really?! I thought you were wanting a break." Josh says with a huge grin.

"Yep, we were just a little hangry." You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

That was all he needed to hear before he was gone to go grab his camera.

Following behind him, you walk to the livingroom. Turning toward you, Josh once again zooms in on your baby bump. "Can you put your hands on that beautiful belly and turn to the side for me please mama?" He asks.

You do as he asks and turn to the side.

"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." He says as he gets all the angles.

Once satisfied, Josh places the camera down on the coffee table. Walking back over to you, he kneels down and places both hands on your bump.

"My dear sweet girl. We are so ready to meet you. But you take your time. Just, do your ol' pops a favor and maybe make it sooner than later." He says giving your belly a kiss.

"Do you think we're ready?" You ask.

"Of course. We've got her nursery all set up. Our moms are just waiting for the call to come down when you go into labor. We're ready." He says rubbing the side of your face.

"I'm so ready for her to be here." You say with a sigh.

"I know. But everyday that passes we get closer and closer and our love grows deeper and deeper for our perfect little bird." He says giving you a warm hug.

Sighing you nob and rub your belly. As if she'd been listening all along, your little bird gives you a hard kick of reassurance.

[milkgemini]

The Lemon Song

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut! language, fingering, (f receiving) unprotected sex, roughish sex. 18+ minors DNI

a/n: this is my first time posting my writing. please be kind. 

listen

“this is a new one!” you perk up from your book, turning your head to make eye contact with him. 

“are you kidding me? this is a classic.” jake reaches over the arm of the couch to increase the volume on the record player. 

“I should’ve quit you a long time ago”

one of your favorite things about dating jake is the new music he exposed you to. being with him has brought you a new view on music as a whole. he showed you music that made you feel it through your entire body. you ventured out into different genres than what you were used to, and it became a fun game to show each other new songs you’ve found. 

“i should’ve listened baby, to my second mind” jake starts to sing along. you peak over your book at him, hiding your smirk behind the pages. he catches you watching him. “you enjoying yourself?” he says to you, with a sneaky grin stretched out across his face. 

the song picks up with a fast paced guitar solo. jake stands up and mimics the movement of playing the chords. he finally gets you to put the book down, receiving a quiet giggle from you. 

as the guitar solo comes to an end, the song begins to slow down to a bluesy rhythm. jake gets down on his knees, crawling over to you on the couch. his palms cupping your knees as you sit criss-cross. your hand is covering your mouth trying your best to stifle a laugh as jake carries out his performance for you. 

“people tell me baby, can’t be satisfied…” he mouths the lyrics to you with a smirk on his face. his hands smoothing further up your thighs. with your hands still covering your mouth, you feel your cheeks begin to burn. 

“try to worry me baby”, he continues. jake starts to stand up, only to sit back down next to you on the couch. his fingertips still tracing the length of your thigh. 

your eyes are both lulled with lust as you both can see where this is going. each of your gazes locked on the others lips. jake removes his hand from your thighs only to find your jaw, tilting your face to be looking at him directly now. painfully slow he begins to lean in, repeating the lyrics of the song back to you. 

he’s so close you can feel the warmth of his breath hit your upper lip. you scoot yourself involuntarily, a sign of need. he picks up on your movement and smiles to himself. 

your brows are upturned, almost as if a whine should be falling from your lips but you stay silent. he places the quickest soft kiss to you, which causes that same whine to come forth from you. 

“jake… please” from your criss-cross position, your legs are already spread apart, leaving jake the perfect opportunity to lay you back against the arm of the couch and slot himself between them. 

“i’ll give you what you want baby, don’t worry. you know i always do” 

your fingertips find his jaw, your other hand gripping the back of his neck forcing him onto your lips. his lips are soft with the contrast of the prickly hair on his upper lip. his movements mimick the rhythm of the song, slow and passionate. 

you become impatient. opening your mouth, silently begging to feel jakes tongue against yours. a subtle moan from him vibrates into you, sending your hips upwards to grind against him. with his weight pressing against you, you begin to feel his length hardening beneath his jeans. 

the kiss becomes deeper. more sloppy as you both want more. tongues battling each other for dominance. you can feel how wet and plump jakes lips are against yours, causing you to smile into the kiss. 

jake starts to subconsciously grind into your hip, looking for any sort of friction. your hand smooths his hair down as you sigh into his mouth. 

“Squeeze me babe, ‘til the juice runs down my leg” 

the song continues to play from the record player in the background. “ohh” you moan into jakes mouth. 

“you like that part, don’t you baby” he breaks the kiss to hover over your face locking his eyes with yours. with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you give him a nod as you look up at him, trying to put on the most inncocent face. 

jake removes his hand from cupping your face to start tracing the skin of your thigh again, inching slowly towards the hem of your pajama shorts. 

“squeeze me baby, until the juice runs down my leg” he whispers onto your lips. causing you to buck your hips up, hoping to reach his fingers quicker. 

his lips meet yours again, but his fingertips don’t stop, now at the top of your thigh. goosebumps following his touch. you begin to feel jake push your sleep shorts to the side, not yet touching you where you want him the most. you gasp into his mouth and he hums back into yours. 

“do you want me to touch you? you want to feel my fingers inside you?” 

your hands are now both grasping at the back of his neck. pulling him into you harder. 

“please jake” you mumble in between kisses. his middle finger ghosts down your slit, not yet spreading you apart to feel the wetness of your arousal. he loves to see you beg with your movements more than your words. your hips once again trying their best to meet his fingers. 

“tell me what you want. i want to hear you say it.” 

“i want you to touch me jake. i want you to play with my pussy. use your fingers to make me cum” 

a surge washes over him, and his lips crash onto yours, an animalistic groan escaping him. he increases the pressure of his middle finger, finally being able to feel how wet you are between your lips. 

“all this for me?” his face hovers over yours, watching you as his finger circles your entrance and trails up to your clit. 

“only you, jake. only for you” 

he loves to hear your fucked out voice when he touches you. watching your face contort with pleasure is his favorite. so instead of continuing the kiss, he stays at a distance, watching you as his finger swirls around your clit, eliciting soft moans from your throat. 

he maintains a steady rhythm, the movement of your hips confirming how much you’re enjoying his touch. with your hand still wrapped around the back of his neck, you pull down hard, causing his forehead to press against yours. he breathes in your moans, answering back with some of his own. 

“more. put your fingers inside of me” you practically beg. 

he listens intently and ghosts your entrance, enjoying watching you squirm. 

“in here, baby?” he looks down at you, grin spread wide across his face. 

“please jake, inside. i want to feel your fingers inside me.”  

painfully slow, he begins to dip his middle finger past your lips. only reaching halfway before the  volume of your moans begin to increase. his nose is slotted against yours, foreheads touching, eyes locked. as his middle finger is pushed all the way inside you, he slowly retracts it, looking down to see your wetness glistening on his finger. he watches himself pump his finger in and out, his cock strained against the inside of his jeans. 

the sounds of his movements and your wetness fill the room, accompanied by your soft moans picking up their pace. 

“i love hearing how wet you are for me. so fucking hot.”

he slips a second finger inside of you, stretching you beautifully. your head snaps back against the arm of the couch. your moans become strained as his fingers pump into you faster now. he pushes them completely in and holds them there, looking back up at you. once you feel him stop his movements, you pick your head up to look at him questionably. as your eyes meet with his, exactly like he wanted so he could see your next reaction, he curls his middle and ring finger inside you. 

“fuck jake. oh my god” 

he curls them faster, switching between pumping them fast into you and steadying his fingers to curl up into your sweet spot. your lip is tucked between your teeth, biting down hard as the pleasure rushes through your entire body. 

jake can feel your pussy contracting around his fingers. his sign that you are close to climax. 

“give it to me, baby. let me feel it on my fingers” 

his raspy voice instructing you to cum was all you needed to let yourself go. stretching your neck out, your head hits the arm of the couch, a wailing moan falling past your lips. your grip on the back of his neck tightens, causing you to pull at the hair at the base of his head. the slight painful pleasure of you pulling his hair motivates him to shove his fingers into you harder. 

“jake, i….” your voice is strained letting your orgasm take over you. 

“i know baby, let me feel it. show me how good it feels” 

his pace never slows. his thumb now swiping over your clit as he continues to curl the two fingers inside of you. begging you to cum all over his fingers. once you feel the movement against your clit, you’ve lost control. 

“holy fuck baby. yes keep going” he chants to you. 

jake knows if he hits your spot just right, he’s able fo make you forcibly cum. your wetness leaking out onto the palm of his hand now. 

“fuck fuck fuckkk jake” 

as his paces slows, you feel the puddle beneath your ass on the couch. his fingers made you squirt. 

he retracts his fingers from inside of you, inspecting how wet they are from your pussy. making eye contact with you, he sucks both of his fingers between his lips. 

grabbing your jaw harshly, causing your lips to pucker, he brings his mouth just before yours. 

“taste yourself on my tongue. tastes so sweet” 

he leads in with an open mouth. pushing his tongue inside, allowing you to taste your own pussy. he moans into your mouth. you feel the vibrations down your throat. 

“tastes good doesn’t it?” 

“mhm” you shyly nod to him. reaching your hand between the two of you to rub against his erection being confined in his jeans. 

“do you want to touch me, sweet girl?” 

his eyes never breaking contact with yours. you silently nod, and he remains this eye contact as he reaches between you both to undo the button and pull his zipper down. he leans back on his heels. his chin to his chest as his shirt is tucked between. his eyes now focusing on the movement of his own fingers as he pulls his jeans and underwear down past his hips. his cock springs free of confinement, slapping against the skin below his navel. 

you grab his length, swiping your thumb over the tip, collecting the precum that’s begun to leak out. the slightest touch from your soft fingertips pulls a groan out of jake. his hips bucking up into your touch. growing impatient, he stands to push his jeans and underwear to the floor, stepping out of them one foot then the next. he realizes you still have your sleep shorts on and curls his finger around the elastic hugging your waist. he pulls the shorts down with such force it causes you to whimper. 

readjusting himself to slot between your legs again, he’s on his knees, stroking his cock to the sight of you spread out for him. 

he pushes his length down to reach you, sliding himself between your folds to feel how wet you are, this time on the tip of his cock. your breath hitches everytime he slips past your clit. his shirt still tucked between his teeth, he watches himself play with your pussy with his cock. 

needing more, he locks eyes with you again, “can i, baby?” 

“please jake. put it inside me” you beg. 

“fuck”, his jaw falls agape, leaving his shirt to fall to his waist again. as he realizes it blocks his view, he grasps the hem of shirt, yanking it over his head and tosses it across the room. 

jake loves to watch himself ease into your pussy every time. to see his length disappear and settle inside of you causes him to twitch, an almost impossible to hear moan coming past his lips. 

as he reaches the hilt, he gives you a second to catch up to how stretched and full you feel with him all the way inside of you. he glanced up to your eyes silently asking for permission. 

“move jake.” is all he needed to hear from you before he unleashed his movements inside. he skips being slow, jumping right into his hip bones crashing against the back of your thighs. he pulls out completely, just to push himself all the way back inside with quick thrusts. 

still watching his cock go in and out of your pussy, he mindlessly grabs your throat. feeling the pressure inside of you followed by the tightness of his fingers wrapped around your neck, you trail your own fingers down to swipe quickly over your clit. or try atleast. 

jake picks up on what your trying to do and swats your hand away. 

“this is my pussy, right?” he groans to you expecting an answer. 

you moan in response. this isn’t good enough for him. 

“answer me. is this my pussy? is this all for me?” 

“yes jake. all for you.” is all you can manage to respond. your answer coming out breathlessly as you feel the tip of his cock brushing up against your cervix harshly with every thrust. 

“then i’ll fucking touch it. not you” his thrusts become harder, leaving you underneath him whimpering. a mixture of pleasure and pain. the burn from the stretch of his cock hurting you just right. 

his four fingers spread against your stomach pressing down, as his thumb finds your clit, swiping rhythmic patterns against it. the inside of your thighs begin to twitch, as the pleasure of both becomes too much. 

“jake i’m going to-“

“fucking cum. right now. cum on my cock, princess” he pants between each thrust. 

as he continues to push harder inside you, the pace of his thumb on your clit never faltering, the pleasure overtakes you. 

he watches from above you as your eyes roll into the back of your head. you feel the orgasm approach with heat rising under your skin. with your ankles wrapped around his hips, your toes begin to curl as your climax is unleashed. the hard thrusts of jake’s cock in and out of you never stop as he rides you through your orgasm. 

“that’s it baby let it out” a drop of sweat begins to form on his forehead from all of the work he’s putting into shoving himself deep inside of you. 

the feeling of your pussy quivering around his cock, and the high pitched moans you’re giving him, push him closer to the edge. he’s holding out and you can tell. 

your fingernails scrape down the bare skin of his back causing his eyes to flutter. 

“cum for me jake. i know you want to let go” 

his eyes shut tight.  your soft coaxing voice being the one thing to set him off everytime. 

he’s beginning to lose the rhythm of his thrusts. quick grunts. him too, now experiencing the pleasure becoming too much as you clench yourself around his cock on purpose. 

“The way you squeeze my lemon, I’m gonna fall right out of bed”

“give it to me, jake. let me feel it” 

his fingers dip harshly into the meat around your hips. pressing so hard he can feel the bone. his teeth are clenched so firmly you can see the bone of his jaw from the side of his cheeks. 

he removes the grasp from around your neck and presses the same thumb he used to play with your clit against the lips of your mouth. you invite him in, wrapping your lips around his thumb, sucking lightly, while swirling your tongue around inside. 

“fuck i’m gonna cum. where should i-“

“inside baby. i want to feel your warm cum leak out of me”

your words were all he needed to come undone, finally. his jaw falling slack as he panted in rhythm to his thrusts. with his cock pushed all the way inside of you, he holds himself still, unleashing his cum inside you fully. he cranes his neck down to watch himself pull out of you, followed by his cum leaking out from your pussy onto the couch. he glances back up to you catching your eyes. 

“fuck, look what you do to me” his fingers collect the cum that starts to pool out of you. he shoves them back inside of you to push all of his cum back in. although sensitive, you welcome his fingers, the thought of him pushing his cum back up into your pussy making your eyes roll back once more. he slips them out of you, bringing them to your lips for you to taste. you suck his fingers clean of both your cum and his. 

“good girl. always so good for me” he brushes away the hair stuck to your forehead from sweat and tucks it behind your ear. his lips press a soft chaste kiss to yours. he can feel the smile spread across your lips pressed against him. 

jake assists you in sitting up, immediately gripping the back of your neck and thighs to pull you up into his arms bridal style. you quickly gasp bringing his attention to your eyes. 

“what’s wrong?” he asks you. 

“jake… the couch” your gaze shifts to the wet spot on the couch he caused from you. 

he softly laughs to himself, realizing what you’re worked up about. 

“jake! it’s not funny!” you squeal, a smile on your face so he knows you’re not that serious. 

“don’t worry about it, baby. let’s get you cleaned up first, then the couch… maybe” he shoots you a wink before walking you down the hall.