#Jake Kiszka thoughts

[do-it-jakey-baby]

Imagine Jake whispering into your ear how fucking hard he is for you, how he gets himself off on the mere thought of you, how much he wants to tear your clothes off and fuck you so hard until you’re trembling beneath him.

Imagine the beautiful sounds of his moans echoing off the walls as you clench around his pretty little cock, the way he chants fuck fuck fuck as he cums and fills you to the brim, the way he balls the bedsheets up into his fists and bites down onto your shoulder as you rake your nails down his back.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Spicy Jake blurb below the cut…

Jake comes home from a day at the studio and he has something he wants to show you

Warnings: 18+ minors this is not for you!!, oral (f rec), fingering, that’s it

Word count: ~900

“Baaaaaabe! Where’s your headphones?” You heard your boyfriend call into the bathroom over the sound of the shower head pelting you from above.

At this point you were already washed up and clean, just prolonging getting out to soak up all the hot water and relax your body after a long hard day.

“In my bag on the dresser.” You called back after switching the lever to the off position and stepping out into the steamy bathroom you shared in connection to the bedroom. “Why?” Your interest peaked when you stepped into the room, nothing but a plush white towel wrapped tightly around your body hoping to get his attention. Instead he was already at your bag, rummaging through to find his jackpot without a glance in your direction.

“You will see” he replied, clearly on a mission. “You sure they’re in here?” He was getting slightly frustrated as he was elbow deep in your backpack blindly fishing around for the shape.

“Check the front pocket?” You knew he didn’t, so you giggled a little as his face fell into realization, retreating his hand from the bag and unzipping the smaller pocket.

You moved over to the dresser next, pulling out a pajama set to get dressed in then scrunching your dripping hair into the towel before tossing it into the hamper, all the while watching as he took a seat at the edge of the bed and fumbled with the devices.

Finally Jake synced your AirPods to his phone. You helping him navigate the simple technology without further questioning.

Once he was successful he handed the small white pieces back to you with an eager smile not so easily hidden on his face.

Taking the earbuds, your were confused but excited for what he had in store as he motioned for you to lay down on the bed.

“I’m not supposed to have this yet. Kind of stole it. So don’t tell anyone okay?” The grin on his face was growing larger as he waited almost impatiently for you to place the buds in your ears and nod.

As soon as you were situated he pressed play on the saved audio file on his phone, turning the volume nearly all the way up.

You waited as you heard small noises in the background first. The distant sound of people talking then drums starting to pick up, laying a rhythm with a strong marching beat.

He was playing you a raw recording of their new song, one you knew Jake had been particularly excited about.

Not long after the guitar came in to play, wailing with fervor, the notes ringing through your head while your heart swelled with the realization you were probably the first to have ever heard this recording outside of those who were in the studio.

Jake was watching you intently, his eyes fixed on reading your expression no doubt hearing the same notes you were replaying in his head from memory.

The smile that played on your face couldn’t be helped, but the look of pride that resulted on Jake’s was to rival.

You listened intently as the guitar continued, closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself in the music until you felt a pair of calloused fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, tugging the silk fabric down and off your legs in one swift motion.

Your eyes snapped back open to see Jake crawling onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. He glanced back up at you with pleading eyes that said keep listening as he gripped your hips and pulled you down causing your head to fall onto the pillow and your knees to raise on either side of his shoulders.

Your head swirled with the sweet sound of Jake's guitar so intimately pouring directly into your ears in what seemed to be a never ending solo. Serenading you into a warm pool beneath him as he connected his mouth to your dripping center. Not even wasting a beat his expert tongue found your sweet spot, applying pressure in swift alternating motions.

In just moments your back was arching off the bed, toes curling into the sheets. You knew you were letting out loud moans of pleasure, but you couldn’t hear yourself over the crescendo, leaving Jake alone to enjoy the music coming from you as you enjoyed his.

The solo was reaching its peak just as you were reaching yours. Jake knew, he knew your body so well, and he knew what you were hearing. Timing his movements with the audio he sunk his fingers into you just as you heard him ripping harder into his guitar.

With your eyes closed again you could so easily picture the image of him playing. Nothing but blackness surrounded him and his Beloved as he thrust his hips in motion, beautiful face scrunching into concentration and pure sex.

Your mouth formed his name, but what actually slipped from your lips was besides you as you fell over the metaphorical edge. Crashing into an orgasm just as intense as the melodic passage both in a journey towards ecstasy.

Jake worked you through it, keeping a tight grip on your hip until you came down along with the solo. The audio dropped off into a haunting silence in comparison to energy and passion you’d just experienced.

He came up for air now, his eyebrows situated high in the waiting question. Did you like it?

You propped yourself up, balancing on one elbow as you pulled the buds out of your ears and tossed them to the side.

“Can we listen to it again?”

A devilish smile pulled across his face as he retrieved his phone and disconnected the AirPods. Clicking the play button again, he tossed it onto a the bed as well before ascending down on top of you, catching your lips in his.

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

no bc jake being a smiley kisser would mean anytime he's overwhelmed with affection he'd go to kiss your cheek and be pressing his smiling face into your cheek, like can you imagine aadghkghhh-

[tripthelightfatality]

HOW MANY TIMES DO WE NEED TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON OLD MAN?!?!

[jakesguitarsolo]

IMPURE JAKE THOUGHT —

NSFW/SMUT 18+ only below the cut

Don’t imagine that after a long, rough day at work Jake offers to give you a massage with lavender oil to relieve some of your stress.

Don’t imagine that you’re laying flat face down as he straddles your legs, and he’s using his beautifully skilled hands and fingers on your upper back and neck to get the knots out.

Don’t imagine that you can feel Jake slowly get hard with each quiet, involuntarily whimper and moan that leaves your mouth from how incredible his hands feel on you.

Don’t imagine that you notice Jake only using one hand on you, until all of a sudden you feel his bare cock nudge against your ass.

Don’t imagine that he works his hands down your lower back to your cheeks, spreading you open as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock, now lathered up in oil, inside your pussy until he’s buried all the way in.

Don’t imagine that he begins to slide in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace as he continues your massage like nothing else is happening.

Don’t imagine him leaning down to gently kiss the shell of your ear and whisper, sending shivers all over your body, “Just lay there, relax, and take it. Gonna take real good care of my pretty girl, mmkay?”

[devilat-thedoor]

happy…..manic monday?😈

sinful jake thoughts, anyone?

he won’t put the guitar down. he won’t pay you any attention despite the way you’ve been lingering in his vicinity. you tried to coax his focus elsewhere; traipsing around in your tiny shorts and tank top. “Jakey….can you take a break for a bit?” you came up behind him, walking your fingers along his shoulders and down his chest, bending to place a soft kiss to his neck.

he pulled his hand from the strings, fitting the pick between his lips, and removed your hands from his body. when he took the pick out of his mouth, he looked over his shoulder at you, “sweetheart, i’m in deep here… go read a book or watch a movie for a little bit.”

you stomped your foot, ready to throw a tantrum, as you moved to stand in front of him. “you’ve been at this all day, Jake! i don’t wanna watch tv anymore, i wanna spend time with my fucking boyfriend!” you glared at him, hoping he’d get the hint.

“don’t be a fucking brat… i’ll give you all the attention you want when i’m finished.” he began strumming the strings again, effectively silencing you and ending the conversation. you breathed out a scoff and turned on your heel, stalking out of the room. Jake paid you no mind, his fingers steadily dancing along the frets as he picked out a haunting melody, only looking up to shake his head when he heard the bedroom door slam shut. “fucking pouty little crybaby…” he mumbled to himself with a chuckle. it didn’t take long for him to get lost in his music again, nothing on his mind other than the series of chords he was putting together…until his phone vibrated in his pocket with a text message. he placed the guitar on the floor, leaning it against his chair, to dig his cell out. “jesus christ…” his mouth hung open at the photo he’d received from you. you were laying across the bed, wearing nothing but one of his tshirts pulled up above your breasts to reveal your naked body to him. the simple text that accompanied the picture, keep playing your guitar, i’ll play by myself. he couldn’t deny the way his cock started to twitch in his jeans, but he remained composed as he typed out a response. before he had the chance to hit send, another message came through from you. a video this time. when he clicked play, he didn’t even give it five seconds before he locked his phone and stood up, bounding through the house. you could hear his footsteps nearing the bedroom, “alright, sweetheart… you got my atten- what the hell?” to his surprise the door was locked. he listened to the sounds of your soft moans through the barrier before knocking impatiently. “okay, very fucking funny. open the door, babe.”

you giggled, calling back to him, “i can’t open the door right now, baby…..i’m in deep here…” your fingers were swirling over your clit for a moment before you dipped them inside of yourself with a drawn out whine.

Jake was still knocking incessantly, “Y/N, you made your point… baby, open the door. please…” you gave in when he began jiggling the door handle and got up to flip the lock. the second he heard the click, he flung the door open and rushed at you. he scooped you up and dropped you to the bed as you squealed. “you think you’re real clever, don’t you?” he straightened up to remove his shirt before moving on to unbutton his jeans.

staring up at him, you chewed on your lip with a smirk, “i got your attention, Jake…..so yeah…. i’d say i’m pretty clever.” you slowly parted your legs, watching his gaze travel from your face to your heat.

once his jeans were off, he kneeled on the bed, settling between your legs. he started running his hands up your thighs, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. “i’d wipe that smirk off your face, sweetheart……because you’re right….” his thumbs landed on either side of pussy, spreading it open to reveal your wetness, before he began tracing light patterns over your clit, “…..you do have my attention….. but i think you’ll come to learn that patience is a virtue, love….” when his sentence concluded, his thumb moved faster.

you were writhing on the mattress, moaning out for jake to keep going while his other hand slipped down to push a finger into you. “fuck, baby…. that’s so good.” when he felt you begin to clench, he removed his finger and let his thumb slow on your clit, causing you to pick your head up, “Jake, what the fuck?” you whimpered at the loss of contact, “why’d you stop?”

“patience, sweetheart.” Jake resumed his torturous swirls, smiling to himself at how easily you melted into his touch. “do you enjoy being a brat?…..” he added two fingers this time, curling them against your gspot.

moans and whines poured from your lips but when you didn’t answer his question, he started to slow again. “Jake, please….” you pleaded for him to keep going.

he stilled his finger inside of you, “answer me… do you enjoy being a brat? throwing tantrums when you don’t get your way?” his eyes locked with yours and you shook your head as you rocked your hips against his hand. his thumb stopped completely then, “don’t lie to me, Y/N. if you wanna cum, you gotta be honest.”

you were shaking your head frantically now, “okay! alright…..fine.” your breathing was becoming heavier as you chased a release. “i won’t lie, just- baby, please don’t stop again…” desperation seeped from your voice and it made him smirk with satisfaction.

he was putting all of his focus on the sensitive bundle, but his fingers remained motionless in your cunt. “say it…..i wanna hear you admit it.”

“Jake-”

“Aht… say it, sweetheart.”

you tried to hold your ground but it was bordering the line of overstimulation and your head was starting to spin. “fuck- okay, i- jesus!” he was finger fucking you before you could get the words out, but he still expected the admission and that much was clear by the way he cocked an eyebrow at you. “j- i…..i like being a brat, okay?” the words came rushed as you fought for a breath through your impending orgasm and jake started to move his fingers with a little more intensity, “i th- shit… i throw tantrums…..i do it because- because i know….it gets under your skin…”

“good girl.” he smiled wide and proud as your eyes rolled back and immediately lowered his mouth to your pussy, rolling his tongue over your clit. it was mere moments before you had your fingers twisting through his hair and you were grinding into his face. “come on, sweetheart. you can let it go now.” with one final push of his fingers and few flicks of his tongue, you were completely coming undone, calling out his name with a shaky voice and trembling body.

your grip loosened on his hair and you let your nails scratch at his scalp as he hummed against you, bringing you back to earth from your climax. “fucking hell, Jake…” as your breathing finally evened out, you couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face when he looked up from between your thighs. “i know you said something about patience……but i don’t think i learned anything, baby.”

he met you with a challenging glare, “no? you didn’t learn?” Jake began crawling up your body, kissing his way up your torso as he stroked himself. when his face was inches above yours, he placed a single kiss to your lips before his own smirk grew wider. “maybe you’re a hands on learner, sweetheart….”

to be continued…..maybe?

tagging my babes that i think will appreciate this the most🩵

@ignite-my-fire @stardustvanfleet @jakesguitarsolo

[streamingcolors-gvf]

Made the realization last night, but still thinking about how TBAGG was Jake’s baby. His project. His moment. His vision. Overall that’s his.

Weight of dreams. Age of machine. The barbarians are just a few examples.

Starcatcher is Josh’s. It has him all over it. It’s been his strength, where we’ve seen the most of his growth and influence. Even down to the visuals.

People might disagree with me but that’s just my opinion.

[wideminded-dreamer]

Did you know they’re twins

[anthemofgvf]

EVERYONE SHUT UP FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS PLEASE

[ageofbajabule]

that’s how he holds your hips as he poun- *GUNSHOT*

[do-it-jakey-baby]

A Familiar Face

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

The idea for this one shot came to me one day and I couldn’t not write it, so I thought I’d take a v brief break from An Unlikely Encounter to get it down on paper. Hope you enjoy and as always thank you so much for supporting my writing!! 🫶🏻

Warnings: smut, adult themes

18+, MINORS DNI

Jake’s POV

The soft glow of candlelight flickers, illuminating the otherwise pitch black room. She lingers above him in her crimson lingerie, nipples pebbled and noticeably showing through the sheer lace cups. Her velvet thighs straddling either side of Jake’s waist as she grinds against his impossibly hard cock. Jake stifles a moan as she slips her fingers into the elastic of his waistband and pulls down, springing him free from the restraint. It slaps against his stomach and he looks up, his eyes pleading for a release. She picks up the lit joint that is placed in an ashtray beside them and takes a long drag.

“Open”

Jake opens his mouth and she blows the fragrant smoke into it. His eyes roll back into his head. Fuck, that’s got to be one of the sexiest things he’s ever witnessed.

With the joint back in the ashtray, she settles in between his legs and sucks his head into her plush lips, rolling her tongue slowly around it. Jake’s hips buck.

“Fuck, baby” he sighs.

She begins to work down his length, bobbing her head slowly at first but picking up the pace with every strangled moan. Her hand cradles his balls as she takes him deep into her throat, peering up to watch the whimpering mess she’s created.

“Shit, oh fuuuuck. Baby, I’m- I’m gunna fucking cum! Fuck, don’t stop!”

~

Jake bolts upright in his bed, pulse racing and on the very edge of an orgasm. Fuck, not again.

Over the past few months, this unknown woman has plagued his dreams. Each time, he wakes up to a very close call. One second longer and he would have painted the inside of his boxers with his own cum. He had no idea who the woman was, but fuck did he wish that he did. She was perfect in every way. She knew just how to please him, unlike anyone he’d ever met. She had him whining and cursing within seconds with her sweet, sweet mouth, lips like rose petals and skin like satin. He peels himself from the sheets stuck to him and walks to the bathroom. He flips the shower on, eager to wash off the sweat from his dream. As he enters the shower he looks down at his cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

I need to sort myself out before I start getting ready for the day.

He shuts his eyes and transports himself back to the memories he’s collected from his string of dreams, and with a few flicks of his wrist he throws his head back as he relieves himself down into the shower tray.

Once he’s finished cleaning himself up he steps out of the shower and dries off. He finds himself a basic outfit from his suitcase, and as he’s pulling up his jeans there’s a knock at the door.

“You ready to leave for the arena?” Josh smiles, stood in the doorway of the hotel room.

“Yeah, let’s head.”

The four band members pile into their transport and light conversation ensues, excitement brewing for the night ahead.

“Hello, earth to Jake?” Danny waves his hand in front of Jake’s face. He was so consumed in his own thoughts that he’d completely zoned out.

“Sorry man, what were you saying?”

“I was saying, no offence brother but you look like shit… Did you not sleep well?”

No, no I did not.

Jake sheepishly looks up. “Ha, yeah you could say that. Guess I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

The bus pulls up out the back of the venue and the band piles out, Jake being the last to step out. He thanks the driver and pats the door twice.

“Sound check in 15 boys.” One of the crew states. Jake nods and shuffles off to his dressing room. Sitting down at the dressing table, Jake hastily runs his hands through his hair and peers at his reflection in the mirror. Fuck, he does look like shit. His under-eyes are charcoal, features weary and fatigued. He opens the mini bar and grabs a bottle of water, chugging down the cool liquid and silently hoping the hydration will help shift the evidence of his sleepless night. A knock at the door sounds.

“Come in.”

The door opens and Josh stands there.

“You good?” Josh asks, making his way over to the couch.

“Yeah, just… very intense dreams.”

“Her again?”

Jake nods. Josh is the only person he’s told about the mystery woman, although not willingly. Josh had pried it out of him one evening after a night of drinking. Jake had felt embarrassed and refused to go into much detail.

“I think it’s a sign.” Josh ponders.

“Well, I wish the sign would leave me the fuck alone.” That’s not 100% true, Jake would miss her presence in his dreams, but he couldn’t continue on like this for much longer. Waking up like that most mornings was agonising. He hadn’t felt the warmth of another body in a while, promising to himself that the days of picking up girls for mindless one night stands were behind him. He had vowed to focus on the thing he loved the most, the music. When he was on stage, he felt alive. The fans kept him going, he adored every one of them and the places they had taken him and his band. Truly grateful for every experience and opportunity, he was eternally in debt.

“We should head over for sound check now, that’ll take your mind off her.”

Josh was wrong, this time it was different. Jake couldn’t get into the zone. This was never an issue for him, and he loudly cursed at each bum note.

“What the fuck!” He boomed, ripping the cord from his guitar and throwing it down onto the ground. The rest of the band stared at him, mouths gaped.

“Let’s take 5.” Danny called out, offering a comforting pat to Jake’s shoulder.

“What the fuck is going on with you, dude?” Sam asks, walking over to the two.

“Don’t!” Jake glares, nostrils flared. He removes his guitar from his body and storms out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.

“Fuck sake Sam, learn to read the room.” Josh rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up.

Jake makes his way to the bathroom, running the tap and splashing the water onto his face. Get a fucking grip!

He sighs heavily before returning back to the stage. He walks over and picks his guitar back up, placing his pick into his mouth. “From the top. When the Curtain Falls.”

~

Jake manages the rest of the sound check without an error, his mind finally back where it should be. The next few hours fiy past as the band prepares to take to the stage, rushing around in a flurry of make-up, hair, and wardrobe. The stage hand ushers for the boys to follow him backstage, signalling into his headset that they were on their way. They move into their positions on stage ready for the curtain to drop. Josh places a hand on Jake’s shoulder and gently squeezes it.

They launch into the first song on the setlist, Jake’s sleepless night melting away from existence as he loses himself in performance. He makes his way across the stage, guitar lifted up high in the air as he elicits shrieks and wails from the audience. The fans make his job easy, with every face he sees screaming his name the fire within him burns brighter. He was born to do this, and he fucking loved every minute of it.

As Danny launches into his drum solo, Jake follows Josh and Sam to the B stage, which is situated at the back of the arena. A small, intimate podium erected so that their fans at the back could get a taste of what those at the front experience. Jake slings his acoustic guitar onto his shoulders and adjusts the waistline of his pants as he sits down onto his stool. They begin another song and Jake leans into the mic placed in front of him for his harmonies, blending effortlessly with the boys. As they finish up their section on the B stage, Jake looks out into the crowd and his breath hitches in his throat. He squints his eyes, wondering if they are deceiving him in the low light, but as he stands from his seat and walks across the platform he freezes. Just below him, stands a girl. The girl. His eyes widen. Josh looks over, wondering why Jake is stood gawping into the audience. Jake is swept up into a trance, and suddenly it’s just him and her in the empty stadium. Their eyes meet and she smiles sweetly at him. She is the most beautiful thing he’s ever witnessed, her picture-perfect face should be framed and hung in the most prestigious of galleries. She’s wearing a denim bell-bottom jumpsuit, adorned with silver and gold crescent moons and starbursts. Her hair, long and wavy, hangs elegantly over her shoulders. She’s wearing a crimson lipstick, the exact same shade of red as her lingerie in his dream. A small badge on her chest reads ‘Jake’s Girl’. He’s pulled quickly out of his fantasy back into the bustling concert by Josh, tugging on his arm.

“Come on man, we’ve got to get back to the stage.”

“She’s here.”

“Who’s here?” Josh asks, brow furrowed.

“She is. Her. The only her.”

Josh’s eyes blow wide, he looks around but then realises he doesn’t even know who he’s looking for. The only person who knows what she looks like is Jake. Before Josh has time to respond, Jake has taken off down the steps of the podium and is frantically making his way to a member of security.

“Hey, I need you to get a message to the girl in the denim jumpsuit wearing the ‘Jake’s Girl’ badge. Give her this pick and tell her to wait by the barricade at the end. I want someone to come and get her and bring her backstage.” He points in her direction.

He nods and takes the pick, and Jake watches him disappear into the crowd in the direction of the girl.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur, with Jake hoping and praying that the member of the security team found her and relayed the message. As they take their final bow after their encore and leave the stage, Josh sprints after Jake and grabs his shoulder.

“What do you mean she’s here? How is that possible?”

“I don’t know, but that’s her alright.”

The same member of the security team that Jake had interacted with earlier approaches him.

“She’s at the barricade, where do you want her?”

“Bring her to my dressing room.”

Jake sits on the couch in his dressing room, nervously twiddling his thumbs. A glass of bourbon sits on the table in front of him, the condensation rolling down the sides and pooling onto the coaster beneath. He picks up the glass, bringing it to his lips and tips the rest into his mouth. He savours the burn as it slides down his throat.

A knock sounds at his door and he straightens up, beads of sweat collecting at his hairline.

“Come in.”

The door opens and there she is, stood behind the security guard.

“Is this who you wanted, Mr Kiszka?”

Jake nods and beckons her to enter the room.

“We’re all good, thank you.” Jake addresses the security guard. She steps into the room and the guard shut it behind her, leaving you both alone.

Your POV

You shuffle into the room awkwardly and the door is shut behind you. What the fuck?

When the security guard had approached you and told you Jake had personally requested to see you backstage, you couldn’t believe your ears.

“Are you sure he meant me?”

“Positive, he told me to find the girl in the denim jumpsuit with the ‘Jake’s Girl’ badge. That’s you.”

Your cheeks glow red as you clutch onto the pick you’d been handed. You hastily thanked the man and stood there, staring into your palm. The other girls that surrounded you looked pissed, jealous that you’d been extended the offer and not them. Now, you were in Jake’s dressing room, stood right in front of him. He looks up at you like he is a lion and you are his prey, his eyes full of lust.

“Hi.” You squeak, not knowing what else to do.

“Hi, would you like a drink?” He gestures to the bar cart next to him.

“Whatever’s strongest.”

“A girl after my own heart.” He smiles, setting out a glass and pouring the amber liquid into it. He pats the space next to him, gesturing for you to take a seat. You gingerly approach and sit as far away from him as you can, sipping on your drink that you hope will give you some liquid courage.

“I don’t bite, you know.” He chuckles, so you move closer so that your thigh is lightly brushing his. “What’s your name, beautiful lady?”

“Y/N.” You breathe, feeling drunk off his presence. Fuck, he smells so good. Almost edible. You meet his eyes and feel a blush creep across your cheeks.

“Why did you ask me to come back here?” You ask meekly, avoiding eye contact. He re-positions himself so that he’s facing you and reaches his hands out to cup your face, moving it to meet his eye.

“Well, because you’re my girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” He places his finger onto your badge. You audibly gulp, and watch as he runs his tongue across his lip. Within seconds, he’s on you, crashing his lips down onto yours. You lips move against his like you’ve done this a thousand times before, it feels so familiar and so right. His tongue coaxes against your lips and you part them, letting it slide in and meet yours with urgency. He lifts you on top of him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He whispers into the shell of your ear, eliciting a sweet moan from your lips. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you down onto him and you feel how hard he is against your clothed core. You’ve had many dreams just like this one, each time you awake from them panting and cursing at yourself for waking up. Now, this time it was real. Jake Kiszka’s lips were on yours, his hands on your body, his impressively hard cock pressing into you. He pulls back slightly, his chest heaving.

“Before I go any further, do you want this?” He breathes, peppering kisses against the sensitive skin on your neck.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He groans, his hands grasping at your jumpsuit. It’s as if he can’t get it off quick enough. Your hands splay across his exposed chest, his silver chains hitting against them as he unzips you. He grips around your waist with one arm and lifts you enough to slip the jumpsuit off. Underneath, you’re wearing your favourite set, red intricate lace adorns your breasts and covers your lower half in a barely there thong. His eyes widen and he throws his head back.

“Oh fuck, my favourite.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, contemplating how it was his favourite when he’s never seen it before. But you’re pulled from your head quickly as he palms your breasts and attaches his lips back to your throat. You whimper, pulling yourself against him as hard as you can. He shrugs off his crystal studded jacket and you swiftly unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He picks you up and places you on your back, then removes his pants and kicks them aside. His eyes meet yours and they almost look black with desire.

“I wanna eat that pretty little pussy of yours.”

You squeak slightly, nodding pleadingly. He drops to his knees and begins planting kisses from your ankles, up to your thighs until he’s between your legs. A finger grazes lightly over your centre and you ball your fist up in his hair. He dips his fingers into the waistband of your thong and pulls them down, then plants a soft kiss directly on your clit. Your grip tightens in his hair as you bring your lip between your teeth, biting down so hard you almost draw blood. He begins to lick lightly at you, pushing your legs as wide as they’ll go so that you open up for him, then he slides his tongue into you and then up through your folds. You moan and he begins mercilessly sucking at your swollen bud, circling and flicking his tongue. Just as you think it couldn’t feel any better, he slides a finger inside your dripping cunt and begins to curl it up into your g-spot, still devouring you at the same time.

“Jake, oh fuck, I’m gunna cum.” You squeal, digging your fingers into his scalp.

He ups his pace, pulling back for a mere second to speak.

“Please, cum for me baby. I wanna taste you so bad.”

You throw you head back and cry out his name as your orgasm crashes violently over you. You hear him grunt as he laps up your release.

“Fuck, so good, so sweet. You want my cock, pretty baby?”

“Yes… please, Jake. I need it so bad.” You whine, slightly taken aback by your desperation. He pulls a condom from the drawer underneath the table. He came prepared. But there was no time to think about that. Just as he’s about to tear the packaging, you bring your hand up to stop him. You take the condom and throw it across the room. He looks at you quizzically.

“I’m on birth control, and I’ll be damned if I don’t feel all of you inside me.”

He groans and pushes you back, then lines himself up with your entrance and slides himself in. You both moan as he bottoms out. He brings your legs up and wraps his arms around your thighs, anchoring you there and begins pounding into you. With each thrust you let out a symphony of sweet, sweet noises, letting Jake know just how good this feels. It was like he was made to be inside you, made to fill you up as deliciously as he is. He bends down and bites into your neck as your fingernails rake down his back.

“Fuck, Jake. It feels so good.” You pant, completely swept up in the immense pleasure. You grasp onto his hand and bring it to your throat and look him dead in the eye.

“Fucking choke me.”

He takes in a sharp breath and you feel his dick twitch inside you, then he wraps his big, calloused hand around your throat and squeezes it just right. You clench around him, drawing a hiss from his mouth.

“Shit, uhhhh. God damn, baby.” He sighs.

You push him off of you and onto his back and climb on top, sinking down onto him. You bounce up and down, taking him all in as far as he’ll go and gyrate your hips. He anchors onto your waist and begins to drive up to meet you, hitting your cervix and causing you to cry out in ecstasy.

“My turn, on all fours!” He barks. You move into the position and he’s behind you, you hear the faint clink of metal.

“How do you feel about me using my belt?”

“Do it.”

He loops his belt in his hands and smacks it down onto your ass, you yelp and tears prick at your eyes, but fuck, you love it.

“More.” You plead, and he rains down on you again with a satisfying thwack. You can feel yourself dripping down your thighs. Jake runs his fingers through your folds agonisingly slowly, then leans forward and puts them in your mouth. You suck your slick from his fingers and he uses his free hand to stroke his cock at the sight.

“Use your belt to choke me.”

He loops it around your neck and slips back inside of you, thrusting heavily and uses the belt to pull your head back. You arch your back, plunging into complete and utter euphoria as you clench around him.

“Cum for me baby, I can feel you’re there.”

You cry out, cumming hard around his cock. His movements sputter and you know he’s almost there too.

“Fill me up Jake, I want you to cum inside.”

“Oh fuck, fucking shit!” He drops the belt and collapses onto your back as he twitches inside you, painting your walls with his orgasm. He stays there like that for a few moments, both of you catching your breath. He pulls out and moves into the bathroom. You flip yourself onto your front and lay there, chest heaving, You just fucked Jake Kiszka, what the actual fuck. You silently praise yourself for wearing the lingerie set.

He pads back into the room with a washcloth and hands it to you, you thank him and clean yourself up. When you’re done he pulls you on top of him and kisses a trail from your collarbone up to your lips. The kiss is soft, a wordless display of affection. It’s as though he’s known you for much longer than a few hours.

“That was fucking incredible. You are fucking incredible. It’s everything I ever hoped for.” He breathes.

You furrow your brow. “Jake, you’re talking to me as if you know me.”

His cheeks turn red and he looks away for a moment, before sighing. You feel as though he’s battling with himself on what to say next, conflicted by his thoughts.

“This is going to sound crazy, but I’ve been having dreams about you for the past few months. Very vivid dreams.”

Your eyes widen. “I’ve been having dreams about you too, but I thought that was normal when you have a crush…” You softly laugh, feeling embarrassed at the revelation.

“Maybe there’s something that ties our souls together.” He says, caressing your cheek.

“Maybe there is.”

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Thinking about being the makeup artist for Greta and having such a different experience with each of them

Josh just being so involved, but it’s cute, and ultimately he has to just trust you and let you do your thing

Sam can’t be serious sitting in your chair for more than one minute, trying to poke you and make you laugh while you’re supposed to be concentrating

Danny being so overly interested in everything, asking you about all your different pallets and brushes making talking with him so comfortable

Then there’s Jake who usually avoids all the extra glam, until one day he decides he’s tired of being left out and just silently and shyly sits in your chair and points down at the black eyeliner

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

maybe "Jake's demeanor has changed" because he's not 18 anymore, or 24, or whatever age he was when you formed your parasocial interest in him. maybe he's matured and feels more secure and seems less eager/outgoing cause he has nothing to prove. maybe changes in demeanor and personality with time are completely normal and you don't need to internet therapize him. and maybe, JUST MAYBE, you don't know him, or what he's actually like, at all.

[tripthelightfatality]

Something about the night changing

totally not sorry

[jakesguitarsolo]

FUCKING HELL, JACOB — I can’t breathe

Don’t imagine that this is how Jake eats pu—

🎥: @jakeforsakeher on instagram

[devilat-thedoor]

thinking about Jake leaving the softest kisses to your shoulder and neck, trying to coax you out of slumber. When your eyes finally flutter open and adjust to the daylight, the first things you register are his hand, grasping your hip, and his morning erection, pressing into you. Once he realizes you’re awake and you turn your head to look at him, he gives those silent, pleading eyes and pecks your lips so gently. All you have to do is give him a nod and a sleepy smile and he’ll pull your leg up, lifting it just enough that he has the room to slip inside of you…and then he would drop your leg and hold you so tightly, his breath creating a warm blanket over your skin as he rocks into you so slowly. There’s no rush, no haste, just the two of you giving yourselves to one another. And he’s so so gentle and he continues to pepper your skin with kisses while mumbling the sweetest, most intoxicating praises to you. and i-