#greta van fleet one shot

[blacksmokebarbarians]

Master of Keys

warnings: 18+ (minors DNI!!!) basically porn with plot-- degradation, dacryphilia, gagging, heavy spit kink, rough intercourse, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), pinning, marking, cunnilingus, male receiving oral, hard dom!sammy.

word count: 2k

synopsis: when configuring a song on the piano, things take a turn as your boyfriend Sam attempts to show you how it's done.

a/n: hey all! this was a request i recently got, and have really enjoyed writing! I hope you all enjoy!

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Fingers danced among the keys, shifting from chord to chord in gentle movements, but somehow, you couldn't quite figure out what didn't sound right. As you sat on the white bench, your fingers glided across the ivories, attempting to find a tune that sounded just right in contrast to the previous chords you had played.

Letting out a sigh of deep frustration, you tried again and again, until a familiar voice peaked from the doorway. "Having some trouble there, doll?" Sammy asked, walking over to the edge of the piano. He leaned against it, watching as you played the tune once again, the sour note causing him to crinkle his nose. "I just can't figure it out.. I don't know where to go after that." You explained, exhausted from the various previous attempts. Sam nodded gently, standing up straighter. "Let's see.." He hummed, making his way to your side of the claviature.

The male watched as you played the tune over again, causing him to shake his head. "That's the problem, pretty girl.." He said gently, resting his hands over yours. "Instead of going to the G, you should move to a C.." He instructed, his hands guiding yours across the keys. Surreptitiously as you played, Sam grew closer, his chest pressing against your back gently as you continued to replay the melody. His hands slowly shifted from your hands down to your waist, his chin nuzzling against the crook of your neck comfortably. He hummed along to the song as you played, his fingers slowly tracing the waistline of your leggings.

Goosebumps pricked your skin as his chin turned, his lips coming in contact with your neck. "Sammy.. I've got to work on this song.." You insisted. Though you could feel a warmth growing in your core, finishing off the song was important to you. He shook his head, pulling away from his plump kisses to speak. "You don't truly want to stop..," His hands traveled past your waist, his fingers slowly brushing against your heat. "Already wet..? I've barely touched you.." He let out a soft laugh. Shivers were sent down your spine as your hips slowly rolled forward against his palm. He shook his head gently, his hands slipped up to keep your hips readily in place.

A desperate whine slipped past your lips. "Sammy, please don't tease me like this.." He shook his head and grabbed your chin. "That's not how you address me, and you know that damn well." He veered, his deep brown eyes staring back into yours.

"Y-Yes, sir.." A gasp left your mouth as you looked up to him, a hand gripping the bench. Slowly, Sam's thumb pushed past your lips, allowing you to take it in. "Good girl.." He murmured, watching as you swirled your tongue around his digit. "Let's see how long that lasts." He mentioned, a cunning smirk wiping across his face. He reached behind you, pushing the cover of the piano down onto the keys. His other hand had remained gently cupped beneath your jaw as he pushed his thumb further back into your mouth. He bit his lip, watching as drool slipped down your chin. "You're such a slut.. doing everything I say.."

Slipping his thumb from your lips, he drew you in for a deep kiss. His lips parted lightly, his tongue meeting with yours, his hand sliding from your chin to your neck while his other pushed you up against the piano's front. A faint whimper met his lips from yours as you felt the wood meet with your back. His hand pushed it's way up your hip, slipping beneath your shirt, coming in contact with the heat of your stomach. Leisurely, his lips left yours as your eyes met once more.

Suddenly, however, an unfamiliar semblance became visible in his chocolate iris'. You couldn't quite get a word out other than a small "Hm..?" as you studied him, attempting to unlock the strange secrets that he withheld in his mind. His palm snuck under your chin for a second time, before he finally gave you a glimpse into his head.

"Open."

Your brows furrowed curiously as you looked up at him. Unsure of what he meant, you just stared. His hand advanced to the nape of your neck, taking a hand full of hair, pulling your head back. "I said open." His voice was stern and harsh. Finally understanding, you parted your lips for him, allowing your jaw to widen. Without hesitation, he spat into your gaping mouth, his hand finally coming back to prompt your lips shut. "Swallow." He instructed.

Looking into his looming eyes, you did as he said, swallowing the warm liquid. His gaze didn't falter as he admired you. Suddenly, he pulled you down from the bench, beaming over you. "On your knees." He demanded, keeping eye contact as you knelt before him. The stiffened tent in his pants met your eyes as he took one of your hands, stroking himself with your small palm. The heat of his stiffened length radiated from his trousers into your hand as you looked up to him through hazed lashes. "Sam-- Sir.. I need you.." You begged, looking up to him in desperation. "Well, if you want to be such a needy slut, you're going to show me how badly you really want it." He elucidated.

As he undid his belt, you could feel your panties soaking through the fabric of your leggings. You needed him.. He knew exactly how to work you up, and it infuriated you. Once his belt had fell to the wooden floor, he slipped his pants off. Knowing what to do, you reached up, pulling the fabric of his briefs down, causing his length to spring out just in front of you. A bead of precum settled at his tip as you slowly pushed your hand down his shaft-- a soft groan lulling past his lips.

You knew too well that he would become relentless the second you started, so you stalled, peering up to him as your hand thrusted against him. "If you're going to whine like a slut, you need to show me how desperate you really are." He glared, taking his bottom lip beneath his teeth as his hips pushed forward against your hand. You nodded gently, swirling your tongue around his pink tip. The subtle taste of his substance came in contact.

You eased yourself down onto his length, looking up to him with bashful eyes. He knew better, pushing his hips forward in hopes for more. Sam took a fist full of your hair, guiding you against his cock as he let out another raspy moan. "Fuck-- come on, whore.. You can do better than that.." He grimaced, his length begging for more movement. He began to push your mouth down onto him, his length reaching the back of your throat. Tears pricked your eyes as a minuscule gag pushed past your lips. Picking up the pace, your movements became more fluid, your head bobbing against him. Low groans rumbled from deep within his chest as he began to use your mouth. He fucked himself further and further into you until your nose reached the base of his length.

"Just like-- shit..-- Just like that.." He moaned, throwing his head back. With each thrust, more tears began to fall from your heavy lids, taking him as deep as you could. Watching his shoulders rise and fall with each moan, you watched as he edged closer, drool falling past your lips.

"Ahh-- Fuck!" He writhed, forcing you down against his cock as his warm seed filled your throat.

Pulling away as he finished off, he glanced down to you, snickering at the sight. "Look at what a mess you've made.." He purred, wiping your tear-stained cheeks. "Get on the bench." He commanded, already working to slip your shirt off. As you sat upon the wood, his fingers met between your thighs again, pushing against your core from outside of your clothing. Your hips grinded against his palm while his other hand made it's way to your breast, squeezing it lightly. A whimper fell past your lips as you leaned back against the piano, his lips meeting with your skin once more. "P-Please.. I.."

"You what? Are you getting all worked up?" He teased, getting down in front of the bench. In one swift motion, he pulled your leggings down, slipping them off past your ankles. His lips met with your thighs, slowly trailing kisses up to the lace that traced your begging heat. Without another word, he slipped the last of your clothing off, his lips coming in contact with your throbbing clit.

"Fuck! Please, sir.. m-more.." You droned, your fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue whirled against your vulva, his fingers teasing your slit diligently. You reeled with pleasure, moans and whines escaping your mouth as you gripped the bench. Sam shifted downward, his tongue meeting with your slit as the bridge of his nose pressed against your pulsating bud. Your knuckles became white as you gripped the seat, your head falling back against the piano's edge.

Just as you were growing towards a substantial climax, your master pulled away, leaving you a whining, trembling mess. "P-Please!" You begged, squeezing your legs together. "I was so close.." You staggered, your distressed eyes meeting with his once more. "Please, Sir, I need you.. I can't take it anymore.." Your adjured with ragged breaths.

Sam spat into his palm, slicking himself with his saliva before taking hold of your hips. "If you want it that badly.." He shrugged before pushing himself deeply into you, filling you with his warm length. The sudden pressure caused a sharp cry to leave your lips, grasping onto his arms shakily. "Oh my god.."

His lips met with yours once more, your desperate hums vibrating against his lips with each coarse thrust. One of his hands groped your breast while your grasp on his forearms didn't loosen during his relentless pounding. Your face hid in the crook of his neck as he gripped your hips with an aching hold-- it would surely bruise by the morning.

"That's it, come for me.. Come for me like the slut you are.." He graveled, a low moan bellowing from him as he sharply pushed into you. "Who do you belong to?" He questioned.

Too stunned to speak, all you could let out was a shaky moan. He took you by your throat, forcing you to look up to him. "Who?" He ordered.

"Y-You! I'm all yours.." You sobbed, your legs beginning to shake with each new thrust.

"That's it, doll.. That's it.." He praised, his hand slipping down to circle around your clit. "Come for me, doll. Let me hear you.." His voice trailed, your hands making their way to hook around his neck. With the next coming thrusts, you were sent into a quivering orgasm, your moans bouncing off of the walls as his thrusts came to a slow. Feeling the liquid fill inside you, he rested his head against your shoulder weakly. Breathlessly, You could feel him twitch deep inside you.

Sam slowly pulled out, his hand coming up to caress your cheek as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, his lips melting against yours as he finally caught his breath. He withdrew from the kiss, peppering soft kisses against your shoulders. "Fuck.." A soft laugh left his lips as he admired you through half-lidded eyes.

As you simmered down and relaxed, your fingers ran through his soft hair, slow pants escaping from your lungs. "Let's run you a bath.." He concluded, kissing your forehead gently.

Once you were finally dressed, Sam curled beneath the covers with you, pulling you close. "I love you, sweets.." He assured, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"I love you more, Sammy.." You endeared, admiring him. Your thumb traced the sharp line of his jaw, unable to take your eyes from him. He gave you a soft, kind smile, his hands wrapping around your waist gracefully, pulling you close to him.

[milkgemini]

Insomnia

Pairing: Jake Kiszka X f!reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: smut! Minors DNI 18+ fingering (f receiving), handjob, slight cum play, language

I have to get gas before work…

But that means I won’t have enough time to get a coffee…

Can I make it with 34 miles left….?

You rolled over onto your other side. 

I wonder who’s on the schedule tomorrow…

I hope Mark isn’t working … that will be such a long day 

Is it too late to call out…?

Accepting your sleepless fate, you turned to lay flat on your back. The comforter pressed against your bare skin, tightly tucked under your arms. Your hands are folded, lying against your chest. 

Without realizing, you naturally sigh a deep breath of frustration. Your eyes flick to your right side. 

Jake lies next to you, his left arm tucked against his face as his stomach presses into the mattress. 

He begins to shuffle alongside the sheets. His fist rubbing against his eye. 

He opens the other with a squint, and catches you staring up at the ceiling, your face emotionless. 

“Mmm, what’s the problem?” The rasp of his voice is caused by exhaustion. 

“Can’t sleep.” You turn your body to face him. Both of your hands are tucked flat under your head, sandwiched between the pillow. 

Jake groans, his eyes are shut again as he wraps an arm around you until his palm is flat to your back. He pulls you closer to him. The feeling of his warm, naked skin against yours creates a tickling sensation at the base of your spine. 

You release an arm from against the pillow and find Jake’s face in the darkness. You watch yourself intently as you trace the slope of his nose. Light as a feather assuming he’s already fallen back asleep, you scrape your fingernails against his hairline to tuck a strand behind his ear. 

His palm resting on the small of your back travels lower, excruciatingly slow. 

Your eyes remain locked on his face, studying his reaction, unsure of his motive. 

With your left leg straddling his hip, he situates his thigh between your legs. 

The pad of your fingertip traces his cupid's bow, dragging lower until you pull his bottom lip down with a pop. 

A wide grin paints across his face as he chuckles through his nose. 

Finally, he opens his eyes. They’re round and you swear you see the reflection of the moon in them as he blinks up at you. 

His nose slots against yours, pressing into your cheek as he asks, “Can I help you?”

“Excuse me?” You pull your face away in offense. 

“No..” his gravelly voice trails off as the palm of his hand slides down the middle of your stomach. 

He uses pressure with his second finger, allowing it to press deeper. He leads with it as he slides the digit through your slit, feeling your wet skin. 

“With this…” He doesn’t look you in the eye. His gaze finds your lips immediately. 

You catch his stare and attempt to close the gap before he dodges your lips. His nose brushes against your cheek bone. 

“I like to watch…” 

You whimper in response to his words. 

“And listen.” His perfectly straight teeth peek through his smirk. 

Jake stills his finger against you. 

Without even having to think, you wrap your fingers around the base of his neck for leverage as you grind against him. 

He watches, eyes flitting back and forth between the hard work you’re putting in and your face contorting in pleasure. 

He listens for the warning signs. 

The quickened breaths. The high pitched moans. 

He studies your face. 

The furrowed brow. Your teeth digging into your bottom lip. 

He feels you pulse against his skin. 

You’re so close, and he knows it. 

Your fingernails scrape against the skin on the back of his neck. 

That warm feeling between your hips begins to rise to the surface. 

“No! Please… What the fuck, Jake?” You whine. 

He slides his finger from between your lower lips, immediately licking against the length of the digit to taste you. 

That devious smirk finds his face again. 

He brings the same finger to your mouth, reveling in the sight of your lips suctioned tight as your tongue swirls around it on the inside. 

You feel Jake subconsciously begin to rub up against your skin. 

He removes his finger from your mouth and presses against your left shoulder, leading you to lay on your back once more. 

He turns on his side to better hover over you. 

His eyes are wide with wonder as he rests his weight against his propped up forearm. 

His fingers find your core again, this time traveling further down to dip inside. 

He starts off slow, easing only his middle finger in at first. He pulls it out from you slowly, using the same pace to push it back inside. 

His stare feels as if he’s boring holes through you as he watches your reaction from above. 

He removes his finger from you completely to spread your knees farther apart. 

When he returns this time, you are reminded of the stretch of Jake’s middle and ring finger entering you at once. 

He pumps them both inside of you with force. Each time you moan, he calls back to you with one of his own. 

He presses the pad of his thumb against your clit and rubs you with each drive of his fingers. 

His cock slides against the bone of your hip in perfect unison. 

With your right hand, you reach between the two of you, your fingers wrapping around his length. 

You squeeze the base of him and he rewards you with a whimper no louder than a whisper. 

“More..” he chokes out to you, begging to feel the palm of your hand slide up and down him. 

You bend your thumb to swirl around his slit, gathering the precum leaking from it. 

You drag the remnants on your thumb down the flat of your tongue before spitting into your hand. 

You return to pump his length against your slick palm. 

He thrusts up into your fist. 

You tighten your grip around his cock, silently asking for more from him. 

Like the smart man he is, Jake picks up on the hint. 

When his fingers can reach no more, he rubs against the spongy wall inside of you. 

You buck your hips at the immense amount of pleasure, grunting at his actions. 

With his free hand, he slides it under your head, bringing your face to him without ceasing his movements inside of you. 

He leads into the kiss with tongue, the wet muscle sliding against your own. He licks into you, and you swallow down his moans. 

He reels himself in and begins to kiss you softer. Teasing you by making you chase his lips. He barely presses them to yours as his pace changes. 

Jake’s middle and ring finger begin flicking into your walls deep inside of you. The heat returns to your core. 

You arch your hips to the ceiling, lifting yourself off the mattress as he presses into you faster. 

“Jake, I-“ You can barely get out the words. Your eyes begin to squeeze shut as you bunch the sheets between your fingers. 

He knows what you mean. 

“I want it.” His voice is low with need. 

He thrusts himself through your tight fist. 

Jake can feel it first from farther up inside. 

“Fuuckk yes, please.” He whines for you. 

Your arousal trickles down the palm of his hand. He coaxes his fingers in you faster. The sounds of your wetness are accompanied by your quick, panting breaths. 

“There’s so much. Look at you.” He changes his motions and pumps the digits between your walls. 

Jake retracts his fingers from you, and  flattens his palm, using all four to slide quickly against your clit. 

“That’s it.” He coaxes you. “Let it all out for me.”

You writhe underneath his touch, the feeling of your orgasm too good to stop. 

He glides his palm against the entire expanse of your core, collecting your wetness. 

Jake smacks his hand against the wet sheets, showing you how soaked they truly are. 

He removes your fist from around his length to replace it with his own, slick with your cum. 

You watch as he pumps himself, half of his fist slipping over the tip. 

He fucks up into his own hand. His grunts turn into whines. 

Through your own haze, you notice as his heels dig into the mattress. 

You press the flat of your palm against his chest. 

“Let go for me, Jake.” Your lips whisper against the shell of his ear. 

He responds back with a drawn out moan, begging his body to release. 

His cum leaks from the tip in pulsing pumps, rolling down his knuckles. 

He continues to stroke himself, using his cum to slick the skin together. 

His brows are tightly knit, the pleasure becoming overbearing. 

His body goes limp as he releases his grip around himself. 

With his eyes still shut, you reach for his wrist. Tightening your fingers around it, you bring his palm, slick with cum, to your mouth, and lick the skin clean. 

He uses his grip on the back of your head to smash your lips against yours, tasting himself on your tongue.  

Jake breaks the kiss from you before you're ready to let go. 

“Baby?” He questions you. 

“Hmm?” You pout to him in confusion. 

“Will you stay home from work tomorrow?” 

Taglist: @gretasimp @writingcold @wowkakashi  @spark-my-nature @gretavanbear

[samkiszkasfacialhair]

Sun Still Shines

Sun Still Shines

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Josh is hurting and you search to find a way to bring his sunshine back. 

Warnings: Sickness, Ruptured Eardrum, Prescription Medicine, Lack of Eating, Negative Self Talk

Word Count: 3.8k

It had been a long day at work and as you turned the handle to the front door of your home, you closed your eyes and sighed, knowing the next few hours wouldn’t be easy either. 

The second you opened the door, a delicious smell wafted through the air. You kicked off your shoes, put your bag down, and followed the smell into the kitchen where you saw your boyfriend’s mom spraying and wiping down the countertops while a pot of soup simmered on the stove. 

“Hey, how’s he doing?” you asked quietly, giving her a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and surveying the kitchen. Your eyes wandered over to the bottles of prescription pills on the counter next to the sink. You noticed more bottles were there now than when you left this morning.

“Eh, not so good. It’s infected now,” she sighed. 

You felt your heart drop at her words. Infected.

“He’s been on antibiotics since this morning but they haven’t kicked in yet,” She explained, motioning her head to the bottles on the counter. “Soups still hot if you want some. He didn’t eat much. He can't really open his mouth. He’s miserable.” 

You gave her a sympathetic smile and sighed, “Thanks, smells really good. I’ll try again with him later.”

You peeked down the hall toward your bedroom where you saw an open door and soft flickering light of the TV casting on the shadows of the hallway walls. The sun was just about to set for the night, making your home just a bit darker than usual. This was normally your favorite part of the day. When Josh was home, you’d come home after work and be greeted the second  you walked in the door with kisses, dinner, a glass of wine, and a relaxing night. When Josh was away, you’d pick up a FaceTime call from him while he got ready for the show. You’d eat as he got ready and you’d tell each other about your days. Then you’d say your goodbyes, shower, and go to bed knowing he was having the time of his life onstage and that he’d talk to you the next day. But for the past few days, this time of night had been everything but that.

About a week ago, Josh ruptured his eardrum during a show. It happened away from home and he was far away. He held in the pain he was going through for the most part on the ride home but all that went away the second he walked through the front door and into the comfort of his own home. He was in the most pain you’d ever seen him in and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He could barely walk by himself because he got dizzy easily- Jake had to pass him off to you. Not to mention, the medication he was on made him nauseous. He couldn’t talk or eat because he could barely move his jaw without it hurting his ear. He had dark circles under his eyes from not being able to sleep from being uncomfortable or being in pain. The amount of stress he was feeling also didn’t help his sleeping. He felt guilty about having to postpone more shows. First it was Jake, then it was him with Covid, and now it’s him again. He hated letting people down and just when the tour was finally coming to its last few shows, it all fell apart again. Finally, he couldn’t hear well but he couldn’t risk damaging his hearing further so you had to be quiet around him, which made him frustrated beyond belief- especially when he knew everyone around him was talking about him or talking to him. 

In addition to that, the past week since he had arrived home had been filled with nothing but doctor’s visits, prescription pick ups, management phone calls, and stress- which made everything worse. You wanted to call out of work to stay home and take care of him but his mom insisted you continue with your life as normal. She came down to help him out during the day and handle all the medical stuff. She was the day shift, and you were the night shift. Once you got home, she’d head out to stay at Sam’s until the next morning. You were thankful for her. She knew all his medical history and had that mom expertise so she always knew the right thing to do. She also always made sure to leave the fridge stocked and the apartment clean. But on top of everything else, you loved her for her. She was a ray of sunshine just like him. You could count on her to bring light and positivity to this situation just as Josh would if he could. 

He loved having her there to bring him comfort in a different way than you could. Even though he was a grown man who had his own home, life, and girlfriend- he wanted his mom and you could understand why. But as the days went on, and he grew more and more frustrated, bored, and impatient, you could see him getting annoyed with her. During the day, he would text out all his frustrations to you, and it was a lot. 

Joshua, are you drinking enough water? 

Joshua you have to try to eat.

 Joshua you have to take your medication. 

That’s how it got infected, Joshua. 

Joshua, make sure you’re getting up and moving every few hours. 

Joshua you have to turn the volume down on that TV. 

Joshua you need to keep all this paperwork organized.

And the worst…

Joshua, are you even listening to me?

That one annoyed him the most. He took it a different way than she meant it. She meant it figuratively. He took it literally and he took it to heart.

Lucky for Josh, tomorrow was Saturday so you were able to stay home all day with him. He would never admit it to his mom, but he was happy to have some time away from her.

You turned your attention back to her to see her grabbing her stuff off the kitchen island and putting on her coat. 

“Let me know if anything changes, alright? He just took his meds about half an hour ago so he’ll probably sleep soon.”

“I will, love you,”

“Love you too, Sweetie,” she said, pulling you in for a tight hug. She wrapped her arms tight around you and rubbed your back up and down. 

Your eyes got watery at that point, knowing that is the exact way Josh would hug you when you walked through the door at the end of a long day. This was the exact type of hug you needed from him, and he couldn’t give it to you. You hadn’t hugged or kissed him in almost a week and it was breaking your heart. All you could do was try to feel him through her.

You sniffled just a bit and upon hearing that, she pulled back to look at your face and make sure you were alright.

“Aw, Honey,” she whispered as she wiped your tears and brushed the hair out of your face. “He’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna get through this. We all will. I know it's hard. Just a few more days, hmm?” 

You nodded and took a few deep breaths with her. She always had a way of making you feel better, no matter what. And so did Josh. He got it from her. 

After a few more hugs and deep breaths, you walked her out and made sure she left for Sam’s before it got dark. 

You walked back into the kitchen and peeked at the medicine log she had taken. She jotted down every medication Josh had taken and kept track of it by the minute along with when he slept and how bad his pain was.

You lifted the lid on the pot on the stove to see the warm orange color of curry lentil soup simmering gently. You smiled to yourself and allowed the scent of it to fill your  nose. It was Josh’s favorite and the smell of it reminded you of all the times he’d cooked it for the two of you. 

You looked around the apartment- spotless. 

You didn’t know how she did it. How everything seemed to get done and how it was always done perfectly. You on the other hand could barely pick up Josh’s medicine at the pharmacy without forgetting something or having a breakdown in the parking lot. Must be a mom thing. 

Sure, she was annoying Josh, but there’s no way you could have done any of this without her. She was truly heaven sent. 

You put the lid back on the pot and made your way down the hall and into the bedroom where you found Josh, laying on his right side, eyes closed tight, and the TV on, but muted- it was obvious that he was listening to your conversation with his mom. Or at least, trying to listen. He looked like he was in pain. He didn’t look like Josh.

You sat down next to him on the bed and ran your hand over the shaved part of his head and scratched it lightly with your nails.

“Hi, Baby,” you said softly to him, peeking over to try to see his face.

He opened his eyes slowly and breathed out.

“Mmm,” he hummed in response. He didn’t sound like Josh.

He picked up his head and started to move to face you. You could tell just lifting his head was a struggle. He winced and let out a small groan as he moved.

“Shhh,” you whispered, gently easing his head back down to where it was on his pillow. You ran your hands over his head again, stroking his hair and inching your fingers just a little closer to his ear with each stroke. You were scared to hurt him but that fear went away the second you saw his entire body and face relax at your touch. 

Gently, you eased your hand over his cartilage and rubbed it with your thumb. You leaned down and gave his cheek a gentle kiss and left a trail of feather light kisses to his ear. You sat up and continued stroking your fingertips on his head and scratching against his hair lightly. 

Your heart broke as the sight of a single tear leaked from his eye and rolled down sideways over the bridge of his nose and onto the pillow below him. 

“What do you need, Baby?” you whispered as you twirled your fingers into the curls at the top of his head.

“Can you just love me?” he whispered back. You could hear the exhaustion and desperation in his voice and it once again broke your heart into a million pieces. 

Without saying a word, you lifted the blanket that was covering him and snuck yourself under it. You grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, instantly causing the room to go a bit darker. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him from behind. You squeezed your body up against his back and left little kisses on his neck and shoulders. You reached up to play with his hair once again and within just a few minutes, he was fast asleep. 

After a few minutes, you carefully snuck out from behind him and got out of bed. You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently and left the room, closing the door behind you.

You walked into the kitchen, poured yourself a bowl of soup, and peeked at the medicine log as you ate. Painkillers every four hours. Steroids and antibiotics every eight hours. He slept for about an hour after each dose of painkillers so you jotted down that he fell asleep a few minutes ago. 

You felt guilty as you ate. You should be eating with him. This was his favorite food and he can barely even open his mouth to eat right now. Why do you get the privilege of enjoying his mom’s food? You should be doing more to make him feel better. If you would just stay home, he wouldn’t be getting more stressed and irritated. You should be the one at home with him everyday making sure he gets what he needs.

After all, how many times has he stopped what he was doing to make you feel better when you were sick? Has he or has he not come home in between shows when he knew you missed him or weren’t feeling good? Does he not wait on your beck and call when you even mention you have a headache? You didn’t deserve him. 

The negative thoughts continued racing in your mind until you forced yourself to stop. You dropped the spoon into your bowl and covered your face with your hands in defeat. You rubbed your face roughly a few times and snapped yourself out of it, deciding that while Josh was asleep, you could take a shower to try to relax. 

You placed your bowl in the sink and snuck into the bathroom, being as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Josh up. You took your time in the shower, letting the hot water relax your body and ease all the stress and aches you’d been holding in for the past week. It made you feel just a tiny bit better.

Just then, an idea instantly came to you and quickly, you finished in the shower and got out. You put on comfy clothes, tied your hair up, and headed to the kitchen once more. 

You got to work. You pulled a small pot out of the cabinet and filled it with water. You heated the water just a bit and went into the linen closet to pull out a fresh washcloth. 

You let the water heat up just enough before dunking the washcloth slowly into the water. You let it sit in there for a bit, making sure it was fully soaked and warm. As it sat, you poured another bowl of soup. Carefully, you took out the soaked cloth, squeezed out the excess water into the pot, and placed the damp washcloth into a second bowl. 

You walked down the hallway with both bowls and quietly opened the door to your bedroom to see Josh in the same position you left him last. 

You walked around the bed to get on his other side, the side he could see you on. You placed the two bowls on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to him. He stirred just a bit as you did so. You reached your hand up to rub his head and stopped mid air when his eyes fluttered open and you heard the tiniest whisper.

“Mama,” 

You ran your hand over his cheek and leaned down to kiss him gently. 

“I have something for you, okay?” you whispered, pressing your lips to the side of his mouth. He closed his eyes as you kissed him, wishing he could kiss you back, and opened his eyes up as you sat back up.

“Kay,” he whispered again. 

You grabbed the warm washcloth from the bowl and brought it over to him. He watched as you did it. His eyes traveled from your face to your hands as you folded the towel and gently placed it on top of his ear. 

The second it made contact with him, he sighed, closed his eyes, and melted into the mattress below him. 

You held the warm towel on his ear, letting it work its magic as he laid there in bliss. After a few minutes, tiniest smile tugged at the corners of his lips. That plus the mixture of the painkillers kicking in seemed to do the trick.

Slowly, he started moving his jaw around. His movements started out small and timid but grew larger and with purpose as time went on. You watched his lips curve as he got more comfortable and didn’t feel much pain.

He opened his eyes and looked at you lovingly as a smile spread across his face, revealing just a little bit of his teeth. That was the first real smile you saw from him in a week. It wasn’t a full smile just yet, but it was progress. He looked like Josh.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Thank you, Mama,” he said. This time, it wasn't in a whisper, and his voice wasn’t muffled due to the lack of ability to move his mouth. He sounded normal. He sounded like Josh.

“You hungry, Baby?”

“Starving,”

You leaned back to get the bowl of soup on the nightstand and held it out to him.

“You know your mom is just trying to help you,” you said.

“I know,” he sighed. “She’s just been a lot lately. We’re too much alike,” he said as he lifted himself off the mattress with his elbows and sat up, still holding the hot towel on his ear. You propped up pillows behind him, and he leaned back onto them. You put the towel back into the bowl and placed it on the nightstand.

He took the bowl of soup from you and his eyes lit up just a bit looking down at it. He rested it on his chest. He carefully took a spoonful, lifted the spoon to his face, opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips around it fully. The look of pure bliss on his face was something you hadn’t seen on him in a long time. He was in heaven right now. Within minutes, the entire bowl of soup was finished. 

After he ate, you two talked a little more about him being more understanding and patient with her, no matter how annoyed he was. He sent her a sweet text to thank her and put his phone back on the bed side table for the rest of the night.

You collected the empty bowl from him and took it back to the kitchen. You cleaned up the rest of the soup, put it in the refrigerator, and jotted down that he ate on his mom’s chart. It was the first complete meal he ate in days. 

You went back into your bedroom to find Josh still propped up just the way you left him. This time, his eyes were fluttering shut and he was fighting the urge to close them.

You removed the pillows from behind him and helped him lay down once again. 

You got under the covers and cuddled up against him. You held him close, running your hands up and down his back under his shirt.

Before fully falling asleep for the night, he whispered, “Thank you for everything. I love you,” 

You didn’t even have time to respond because before you knew it, after the week you’d had, you were exhausted and you were fast asleep too.

You woke up periodically throughout the night when your alarms went off to give him his medication. The two of you fell back asleep instantly after each dose. 

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was shining through the windows fully and you let out a sigh of relief when you looked over at the clock and saw it was 10:37 AM. Finally, you felt refreshed. You looked over at Josh, who was in a deep sleep. His mouth was slightly open and the entire right side of his face was smushed deep into his pillow. His legs spread all over his side of the bed, and yours. You crept out of bed and made your way out into the living area. 

You got out a pot and started heating up water in it once again. You washed your face and brushed your teeth as the water heated up. You returned to the kitchen and placed the washcloth in the pot. You let the washcloth fully emerge and let it sit in the water for a bit while you made Josh tea and brewed a pot of coffee. 

You were just about to pull the washcloth out of the pot of water when you felt hands around your waist and a set of lips on your neck. 

“Morning, Mama,” he whispered. 

His chest pressed into your back and he rocked you back and forth a little as he hugged you from behind. You felt his warmth instantly. He was the sun, after all.

You turned around in his arms and gave him a full hug, holding him tight. It was the first time you’d truly hugged him in a week. You missed this feeling more than anything. His body was warm, and comforting. It was everything you needed. 

Your vision got blurry as all the emotions you had been bottling up this week started pouring out of you uncontrollably. You had been holding them in the best you could for days, especially around him- and with his touch, they all finally released. 

Josh rubbed your back and kissed your cheek as you cried, letting you get it all out. 

“Get it out, I got you. You’re okay, Mama,” he said reassuringly. 

After some time, you broke away from him slightly. He held his hands around the small of your back and gave you the softest kiss on the lips. It felt like your first kiss with him all over again. His lips were soft and they wrapped around yours like two pieces of a puzzle. They were made for you and you missed them so much.

He pulled back and a full smile spread across his face.

Your heart melted as you looked at how good he looked. He was fresh out of bed and his hair was a mess but he looked well rested. That little ray of sunshine that had been hiding behind a cloud had come back out. 

He wiped the tears from under your eyes and kissed your cheeks. He rested his hands on your jaw and his thumbs rubbed against your cheekbones. He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke.

“Hey,” he said softly, “It’s okay. I’m okay,” he assured you. 

You sighed and brought your hand up to stroke his hair by his ear. Having him hold you, and kiss you, and hearing him say that after this past week lifted the biggest weight off your shoulder. You felt like you could finally breathe. 

“I just missed you,” you admitted. 

“I know, Mama, I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me. But thank you for being there for me. You’re incredible, you know that?”

He wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you close to him. He rested his chin on your shoulder and held you there for a moment while he gave it little kisses.

He lifted his chin and leaned back. One hand pulled you into him by the waist.

“Now,” he began, “What do I need to do to make you feel better?”

“Can you just love me?” you asked sweetly. 

“Of course, Mama,” he replied.

“After you brush your teeth,” you giggled.

“Hah,” he breathed out, blowing his hot breath into your face before laughing and turning around to head to the bathroom. You grabbed a towel off the island and whipped his butt with it as he walked away, laughing.

Author’s Note: I originally was not going to publish this but after the recent Rhinestone Diary, I had to. Please note- I am not making any claims about what Josh went through with his ear, COVID, or any canceled/rescheduled shows. Also, Miss Karen is wonderful and amazing. This is fiction.

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could i request an eddie munson with josh kiszka x fem!reader where they’re watching a movie together and she falls asleep in his lap?

Am I Dreaming?

Pairing: Josh Kiszka X fem!Reader

Summary: You fall asleep in Josh’s lap while watching a movie together.

Warnings: Love confession + new-ish relationship

Word Count: 581

Please Note: Josh Kiszka is a real person that I have never met and the way I’ve written him should not be seen as anything but a work of fiction.

a/n: i hope you like this!

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At this point, you and Josh had been together for nearly seven months. You had never loved anyone the way you loved him ever before. But you didn’t want to rush things, so you kept this to yourself.

But you had to admit, it was getting harder to not tell him you loved him. Especially now as you laid in his lap and watched a movie with him, his left arm resting across your back while his thumb rubbed your lower back under your shirt.

You felt you were bursting at the seems with the love you had for him. But still, you thought it would be better if you waited a little longer. Which was okay with you for the most part because you were pretty terrified of saying it first to begin with.

And although you would’ve loved to keep watching this movie with Josh, adoring the feeling of being so close to him, you felt yourself become more and more tired the farther you got into the movie.

You knew deep down that Josh wouldn’t be upset if you fell asleep on him, so you let your body surrender to unconsciousness. He then softly smiled to himself moments later at the sound of your even breathing and the look of your relaxed face while you slept.

You were the most beautiful woman in the world to him as you laid there in his lap, still tightly clinging onto him even though you were fast asleep.

Josh had been trying to tell you he loved you this entire week, but he kept getting nervous when a good moment came about. So he took the chance to tell you now while you were sleeping, knowing you wouldn’t respond.

He stared at you for a few more moments before he finally said it, the thumb on his free hand softly stroking your face while his other hand became still.

But what Josh hadn’t noticed while he was so wrapped up in his staring was that he had accidentally woken you up. Nevertheless, you pretended that you were still asleep for his sake, not wanting him to feel bad for waking you up.

“I love you.” he whispered while he continued to gingerly stroke your soft skin.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, so you let you eyes flutter open, which startled Josh. “Am I dreaming? You love me?” you asked him, now convinced that you must have been within some hyper realistic dream.

“Yes, sweet girl, I do and I have for a long time. I just got too nervous to actually say it.” he replied, his cheeks now blushing under your gaze.

You then rolled onto your back while still on his lap and reached up to cup his face in your hand, encouraging him to lean into your touch.

“I love you too, Josh. I would’ve said it sooner but I didn’t want you to feel like you had to say it back.” you told him as you stared into his eyes, complete honesty in your voice.

He sadly smiled at that, “(y/n), I’ve known that I loved you since the day I met you. Don’t ever worry that you would make me feel like I had to say it back.” he said.

Josh placed his hand over the one you had on his face and leaned down a little to press a kiss to your lips, “Okay.” you whispered against his lips, all of your worries now long gone.

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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. 

[broken--stardust]

baby blue - j.t.k.

a/n: inspiration drawn from the song "baby blue" by luke hemmings; which i highly recommend you listen to while reading [x]

summary: hot tub s*x

pairing: jake x f. reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), fluff, childhood best friends, 4/20, explicit descriptions of smoking, drinking, straw hat mention. specific smut warnings after the cut.

explicit warnings: touching, learning each other's bodies, licking, biting, sucking, making out, fingering, slight hair-pulling, grinding, "good girl", unprotected sex, brief cockwarming

“Shut the fuck up, Sammy” your voice shook with laughter as you cursed him.

“What? It’s true!” he exclaimed as you watched his cheeks begin to tinge pink through the haze of the hot tub steam and the pipe you all were passing, the laughter of you and his brothers echoing around him as he grew more exasperated.

Josh shook his head across from him, “No way that Mickayla Howe would ever make out with you. She was too busy with Jake, anyway,” he finished with a splash toward Jake.

“What the fuck dude, this bowl is ruined now,” Jake groaned as he dumped the now moist, ground contents from his glass pipe into the grass next to the hot tub. Josh snickered a half-hearted apology as he went back to bantering with Sam, while Jake began grinding up more flower for the pipe.

“Is that true?” you whispered with a teasing grin and a poke to his bare side under the water.

He let out a little giggle as he involuntarily jumped from your ticklish gesture, before quickly trying to mask his grin and appear unphased. “Is what true, Y/N?”

“You and Icky Micky?”

He threw his head back with a laugh. “You’re terrible. She wasn’t that icky.”

“Not to you, apparently.”

He raised his eyebrows as he pulled a long drag from the pipe and held it, before blowing it right into your face. As you sputtered a cough with a playful smack to his chest, he leaned in closer to you, his fingers on your thighs and his breath tickling your ear. “Why so interested, you jealous?”

You felt your face grow warm as your fingers grazed his while grabbing the pipe from him and taking a long drag for yourself. You blew the smoke into the night without meeting his eyes. “Never.”

“Okay baby,” the pet-name falling from his lips as easily as if it were your first name, “whatever you say,” he slurred with a lopsided grin, the effects of the marijuana now evident.

You leaned back against the plastic side of the bench under the water, closing your eyes as you felt the heavy wave of your impending high begin settling atop your chest, just before your brain took flight. A soft smile drew across your lips as you relaxed, the warmth of the hot tub pairing beautifully with the warmth in your lungs. You turned your head and stole a glance at Jake, who was mirroring your position and facial expression, already staring at you.

“What?’ you giggled. Any awkwardness or embarrassment from the half-sober conversation from a few minutes ago completely dissipated with both of your new state of being.

“Nothing,” he giggled back as he turned his head to face the sky again. The sun had finally set, the dark of night washing the landscape, stars peeking through the fronds of the Florida palms above your heads. Neither of you had realized you had both leaned closer and closer to one another until your heads were touching. But in your blissed state, you didn’t mind.

“Hey,” Josh began with a soft kick to your shin under the water. “We’re gonna go inside and watch a movie, are you guys coming in?”

“Nah, I think I’m gonna smoke some more.” Jake answered.

“Yeah, me too,” you agreed.

With a few playful splashes to each other, Sammy and Josh climbed out of the hot tub and entered the condo you were all staying in and left you and Jake alone.

Jake packed a new bowl and cornered it, taking a long hit before passing it to you to smoke the rest. Sufficiently high at this point, you set the pipe down on the side of the hot tub and sank down into the water until only your head and neck were exposed to the ocean breeze, eyes closed leaning against the side.

After a few moments of silence, you felt the trepidatious touches of Jake’s calloused fingers atop your own. Growing up with the boys, you’d held hands with each of them before, wrestled each other to the ground and found yourselves in vulnerable positions, and changed in front of one another…but this was Jake. There was always something a little more with him. In high school with his Justin Bieber-esque hair and guitar always in hand as if it were an extra limb, how could you not swoon just a little? Especially when you were the best friend, the one with the “in” that all the other girls were always jealous of. But your vague attraction never crossed the threshold after innocent crushes, aside from long, stolen glances and the occasional cuddling during movie nights. Maybe as he grew into his body more; the lankiness of his teen years fading along with his love snapbacks, making room for his newfound love of straw hats and Adele; you had let your mind wander to what else could be hidden beneath his singular buttoned tops and loose linen pants.

That being said, you weren’t opposed to these exploratory touches, but you couldn’t be sure where Jake’s head was at. You opened one eye and shot him a curious glance as his grazing moved from your fingers and up your forearm. “Can I help you?” you jested, testing the waters of this uncharted territory with a playful joke, as you normally would.

He giggled as he traced his fingers back down to the top of your hand. “Maybe,” he answered, in his low tone, an extra layer to it that wasn’t normally there, but you couldn’t be certain yet of what it was.

You laced your fingers with his cautiously, as he stroked your forefinger with his thumb. “How’s that?” you played along as you caught his eye.

He held the eye contact with you for a few seconds before looking down at your lips and back up to your gaze, “Maybe it’s the weed talking, but I don’t know, I just kinda like touching you” he confessed as he removed his hand from your grasp and inched his fingers back up your arm, before slowly dragging it under your bikini strap, and laying his palm on your chest just atop your heart. “And, it kinda feels like you like it, too” he concluded breathlessly, your rapidly increasing heartbeat evident to his touch. You placed your hand atop his and dragged his fingertips up and across your collarbone and to your cheek.

As the sensations grew stronger than innocent touch and into something deeper and more intimate, especially with the heightened effects of the marijuana in your system, you let go of his hand on your body and began tracing your fingers up his arm and across his chest. You raked your nails lightly through his sparse chest hair as he hissed slightly, both of your eyes following what your fingers would do next. You began softly dragging your fingertips up and to the back of his neck before tangling them into his hair, causing him to release a quiet moan. You then moved your fingers across his face, dragging your thumb lightly across his bottom lip as you made eye contact again, though ever so slightly blurry in each other’s haze. You held each other’s gaze as you smoothed your hand back down his neck and to his chest before the weight of the situation fell on you in an instant and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. “Sorry” you mumbled before dropping your hand back onto the bench, and your gaze back to your lap.

He released a shaky breath you didn’t know he’d been holding. “Why’d you stop there?” he whispered.

You met his stare in an instant and took notice of his half-lidded eyes and the steady rise and fall of his chest. “You wanted me to keep going?” you responded breathlessly.

He nodded vigorously before tentatively grabbing your fingers and placing them back on his chest. “I’ve always wanted you to keep going” he admitted.

You dragged your fingers lightly up his torso and cupped his cheek, slowly taking your lip between your teeth.

“C’mere” he mumbled before placing his arm behind your back and using the water to his advantage to effortlessly lift you onto his lap and locking his lips with yours the moment you sat down. He tasted of pot and the IPA he had sipped on earlier in the night, but in that moment, you were willing to bet you’d never tasted anything better. The kisses were sloppy and wet due to your mutual inebriation, quiet moans and soft whines exchanged between the two of you as you began to hesitantly grind across the fabric of his tightened trunks. He let out a low groan during a particularly heavy sweep across his lap, and you felt the confidence of your high returning as you began to peck your lips across his jawbone and to his earlobe, taking it between your teeth with the tiniest bit of force.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake groaned as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to you while you danced your lips across it on their way to his other ear. As you licked, pecked, and lightly nibbled, Jake finally took your face between his hands and held your gaze in breathless wonderment. After a few beats to each catch your breath, he smiled softly at you. “My turn” he stated, before flipping you both over and half kneeling, half floating in the warm water above your lap. Once situated, he met your lips with the lightest touch of his own. As he did this, he dragged his fingertips across the fabric atop your nipple, grinning against your lips ever-so-slightly as he felt its tautness before moving them down your body and danced them across the hem of your bikini bottoms.

You gasped quietly as you felt his fingers dip below the waistband before he pulled away slightly and met your eyes.

“Is this okay?” he asked in a hush whisper.

You nodded.

“Use your words, baby,” he admonished.

“Yes, Jake, please,” you half-moaned.

He smiled before pecking your lips quickly and pulling away again. “Good girl.”

You moaned deeply as he pushed his whole hand into your bottoms, the restricting fabric keeping his palm tight against your pelvis as his fingers explored your folds; before finding your clit and brushing over it a couple of times until you were quietly gasping with each touch.

He stared at you in awe as he pushed a finger into you, his jaw falling slack just as yours did.

“Oh, Jake, fuck,” you groaned breathlessly as he pushed another finger into you.

“Tell me all about it, baby,” he whispered.

“God, Jake,” you cried out softly as he thrusted his fingers into you with increasing speed. “It feels so good.”

“I know, baby, I know. Are you gonna come for me like this? All over my fingers?” he half-whispered as you met his eyes.

You nodded as you gasped, your mouth falling open as you held his gaze. After just a couple more thrusts and grazes across your clit, you felt yourself pulsing around his fingers, the contractions so much more intense, the pleasure so much deeper than you felt when sober.

“Oh, fuck, baby, good girl. Let it all go, you’re doing so good” Jake praised as he worked you through your orgasm.

You kissed him breathlessly as you came down from your high, so intensely that even Jake gasped when you pulled away. A smile spread across his lips after you caught your breath and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“What are you so eager for?” he teased.

“I’ve never fucked high, and if it’s anything like that, I can’t wait” you admitted confidently.

Jake let out a breathy laugh before meeting your eyes with a toothy grin. “It’s nothing like that, to be honest,” he began. He smirked before leaning in close to your ear, the damp strands of his hair brushing your cheek. “It’s so much better” he finished on a whisper, before turning you both back over so you were atop of his lap.

He kissed you with raw intensity as he reached behind you and untied the straps of your top, breaking for just a moment to pull it over your head and lay it across the side of the hot tub. In this moment, as he stared at your bare breasts on full display for him in the moonlight, he realized that he was about to have sex with his best friend. He met your eyes with his own filled with so much more than just lust, feeling so much in that moment that you both felt a blush rising to each of your cheeks, before he took your lips between his and kissed you with more passion than you’d felt with any former lover. He pulled away and met your eyes again.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked again.

You smiled as you felt your cheeks grow warm once again at the care he was showing you. You nodded. “Yes, Jake, I’m sure,” you whispered.

He smiled back at you. “Good,” he whispered back, letting the situation sink in for another moment as he held your gaze, before lifting you above him with one hand, made easier in the water, and pulling his trunks down his knees with the other. He brought you back to his lap, slightly encouraging you to grind over him again with a gentle tug to your waist.

After a few movements over his bare cock, his lips between yours, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your bottoms and began slowly inching them down until they met your knees bent atop the bench on either side of Jake’s legs.

You met each other’s blurry gaze again, and he reached out a thumb to caress your cheek as blissed out grins overtook both your faces.

“You ready?” he smiled.

You nodded before leaning forward and bracing yourself with your hands on Jake’s chest, as you sunk down onto his cock under the water. You both groaned as soon as he penetrated you, the sensations overwhelming. He held you there with his arms crossed across your back, neither of you moving as you sloppily kissed each other, tongues dancing with each other and licking into your mouths while his cock sat inside you. The singular penetration combined with the intense making out alone had you already clenching around him. You shifted slightly, raising your hips before bringing them back down slowly to his base. You repeated the motion, and Jake lifted up to meet your hips in perfect harmony, breaking the kisses occasionally to let out the breathiest, whiniest of moans.

“How does it feel, baby?” Jake breathed.

“I wanna stay here forever” you murmured against his chest, eyes closed, forehead resting on his wet shoulder while he held you in his arms, you grinding and he thrusting just enough to give you both the pleasure you sought.  

He laughed blissfully. “I think I’d like that,” he agreed as he held you tighter, taking over the movements as he thrust up into you faster and faster. You were a whining mess as he brushed your damp strands out of your face to watch your expressions, the way your lips would part ever so slightly with particularly deep thrusts, or the way your eyebrows would furrow when you’d groan.

You opened your eyes to find him already staring at you, his movements slowing slightly at the eye contact. “What?” you asked breathlessly.

“You’re just, so fucking beautiful, Y/N” he murmured.

You smiled as you blushed. You started to answer, to thank him, when he began thrusting into you with purpose, even faster and deeper than before, your jaw falling slack as you held his gaze, the words dying on your tongue. All you could say instead was, “Oh, Jesus fuck”, as he maintained a steady pace, one of his hands moving from your back for his fingertips to find their rightful place on your clit, rubbing in smooth circles with just enough pressure.

“Baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you groaned.

“Me too, baby, I’ve got you. Come for me” he maintained a consistent rhythm and pressure to bring you to your climax, though you could see in his face that he was straining to not let go before you. You held his gaze as you felt the waves of pleasure wash over you, over and over as you clenched on his cock.

“Oh my god,” you cried out in bliss as he continued to thrust into you with a different pace, before settling into you with a deep groan, his cock throbbing inside you with his release.

Your head fell onto his shoulder with exhaustion, your arms wrapped around his neck as he held you close to his chest, the skin-to-skin contact grounding you and comforting you as he kissed you all over what was exposed of your cheeks.

After sitting like that for what felt like hours, one of his hands stroking up and down your back, soft kisses between just letting your heads rest on each other, you leaned back to let out a yawn. Jake pushed some of the hair out of your face when you leaned forward again, staring at you with a soft smile.

“Is it time for bed?” he teased.

Your face fell slightly, though you hoped he wouldn’t notice. “I don’t wanna go to bed.”

He caressed your cheek as he asked, “Why’s that, love?”

You shrugged before looking away from him and into the night.

“Hey,” he cupped your cheek and turned you towards him, “What’s wrong?”

You took a shaky breath. “I guess, I’m not ready for this night to be over.”

He half smiled, like he knew something you didn’t. “Why, baby?”

“I guess…because that means we are just gonna…go back to normal after this.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Jake smirked.

You quirked an eyebrow.

“Just because the night is ending, doesn’t mean this-,” he gestured between both of you, “is.”

You waited for him to finish.

He let out a shaky laugh. “I fully intend on you sleeping in my bed tonight, showering with you in the morning, and surprising you with breakfast, though I guess it won’t be a surprise now” he smirked. “And the next time we have sex, we’ll be sober.”

You grinned at him. “Next time?”

“Yeah, dumbass, next time” he replied with the playful banter you had used as best friends your whole childhood, letting you know that nothing had changed between you, except everything, and nothing at the same time.

You were okay with that.

[seenoversundown]

Dueling Cameras

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.2k

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber " Go on and hand me your clothes, Take a picture or two, I can see you"

“Come on Willa,” Sam yelled from across the house. 

“I’m grabbing my shoes and I’ll be ready!” I responded. 

As I come to the front of the house I find Sam squatting down to put Penelope's leash on. Those two are always inseparable. 

“Y’ready?” He says when he notices me watching them. 

“Absolutely, let's go.” I say as I give him a quick kiss.

As we ride to the fair, I look out the window while Sam sings along to what’s playing over the speakers.

“Workin’ on our night moves.

Tryin’ to make some front page drive-in news.”

I look over to him sitting in the driver's seat. “Still stuck in your head?”

“I’ve spent too many nights helping Jake close the bar,” Sam says with a laugh. 

We drive the rest of the way that’s only broken when Penelope starts to whine. When we finally park, Sam is quick to get to Penny and let her out the back door. I get out and start to close the door when I notice Sam’s camera bag sitting on the back seat. Knowing he was too focused on Miss P and will probably be upset when he notices he's left it behind, I grab it. 

Sam’s a little bit ahead of me when I finally do catch up to them. Before catching up completely, I pull out his camera and take a quick photo of them from behind. He’s always been attractive to me, but it wasn’t until a year or so ago until I finally admitted it to myself. 

Click. 

It isn’t long until the three of us step foot inside the state fair. I take the lead and start heading left, straight to the pumpkin patch. 

“You really want to carry around pumpkins for the rest of the day?” Sam asks, giving me a questioning look.

“Well, if we wait until later all of the good ones will be gone.” I said matter of factly. 

A hearty chuckle comes from Sam as he throws his arm over your shoulder. “Whatever you want, my little bird.” 

We walk like this until we reach the patch full of yellows, oranges and whites. Penelope's quick to pull us towards a cluster of decent looking pumpkins. 

“Good work, Penny-girl.” I say, leaning down to pat her between the ears. 

Click. 

Hearing that soft click, I’m a little surprised. I thought I had Sam’s camera. Turning to look at him, I see a shit eating grin spread across his face. 

“New toy.” Is all he says while holding up a small film camera. 

“I should’ve known.” I reply while playfully rolling my eyes. 

“Yes, you should’ve.” Sam presses a kiss to my cheek. “Always gotta document my girls.” 

My heart always does a little flip when he calls us that. His girls. I run ahead and whip out the other camera. 

Click. 

A bewildered look crosses Sam’s face while Penelope just watches, her tail whipping the air. 

“Fancy a game of dueling cameras?” I say in my best posh accent. 

I’m rewarded with a deep belly laugh from Sam that liquifies my insides. My favorite sound, I can’t help but think. 

“Game on.” 

I take off running father into the patch, Penelope's barks trailing behind me. Sam’s laughing out loud, and I can’t help but laugh along with him. One of my favorite things about this man is how free he lets me be. Never once has he tried to clip my wings, he’s only interested in helping me fly. 

Throwing my arms up in the air I stop where I am and spin, laughter is tumbling out of me in waves. 

Click. Click. 

Sam lets go of the leash and she’s quick to join me, her happy barks filling the air. 

Looking back at Sam, I realize he isn’t standing in the same place anymore. The pumpkin patch is steadily getting busier, and I can’t spot him as I glance around. 

Suddenly, arms are on either side of me and my feet are whisked off the ground, I can’t stop myself as I scream upon take off. 

“Got you,” Sam says in my ear. 

“Unfair!” I say as he puts me down. I cross my arms across my chest and give him a fake pout. “You came outta nowhere.” 

“Always gotta keep you on your toes.”  A quick kiss is pressed on the tip of my nose. “Now, let’s get what we came for. Those roasted seeds are calling my name.” He’s quick to grab the leash as we finally settle on an area of pumpkins to choose from. 

“How about this one?” Sam holds up a classic orange pumpkin that’s perfectly round. 

Click. 

“If that’s your choice. This one’s mine, I think.” I take my turn to hold up a yellow pumpkin that’s more oval-like. “I have a great idea for the face I wanna put on this bad boy!” 

“I think I need to reevaluate my choice,” Sam says with a laugh. “How about this one instead?” Similar to my yellow oddball, he’s found one of similar shape but in orange. 

“Oh, Samuel. That’s a fine specimen indeed.”

A bark cute through the air, we both look to find Penelope sniffing a smaller white pumpkin. 

Click. 

“It seems as though Penny-girl has chosen her pumpkin, too.” I say. 

We make quick work of purchasing our small family of pumpkins. , excited to get them back home. I have Penelope's leash in hand as we walk back through the fair. Admiring the rides and all the bright lights that are seemingly getting brighter as the sun goes down. 

“Willa,” 

With a smile, I turn my head quickly at the sound of Sam’s soft voice cutting through the noise. He’s only a few paces behind me with his camera up to his face.

Click. 

“What do I get for winning this round?”, Sam says in a cheeky little tone, a smile plastered across his face as he catches up to us. 

“Mmm.. I have an idea”, deciding to play along, I hit him with a little wink. I motion for him to lean down, planting a kiss on his lips, holding him there for an extra beat. Maybe two beats. 

“Well”, he starts, “let’s get you home then, shall we?” Grabbing my hand and taking off to the car, moving a bit quicker than before. Rose and I trailing behind him as we approach the car. Letting her into the backseat before I get in, Sam’s already starting the car. 

As soon as I slide into my seat, he throws the car in drive. His right hand immediately intertwined with mine, resting on my leg. The sight makes my heart swell, until I look over at him in the last minutes of daylight. His hair is a little disheveled from the wind and the brisk walk, but the soft smile resting on his face as he focuses on the road was really the prize for me. 

Click. 

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[caravelmp3]

what's your take on dad!josh?

screaming crying etc. i have so many takes and headcanons so let me organize them

first off having a baby doesn't change josh's party attitude at all. he used to having a beer in one hand while tossing the ping pong ball into red solo cups across the table but even though he’s now got a baby in one arm he still sinks shots on his brothers at their annual fourth of july bash

if he has a baby boy he DEF sings beautiful boy (darling boy) by john lennon to him as a lullaby

let's also not pretend like he wouldn't make an intermission during a show few months after the baby is born to introduce them to the fans - the baby would absolutely have the little protective noise cancelling headphones and wear a onesie that says "my dad is a rockstar" (that josh also definitely bought)

oh my god josh would go insane over all the baby halloween costumes he would come out of spirit halloween with his arms full of the most ridiculous outfits

dad!josh would also insist on beach vacations

he also gives the worlds best nicknames and terms of endearment

and he would also make a song from the baby's name/nickname to sing to them

so !!! many !!! home videos !!! josh constantly films everything on his little camera, he wants to capture every single moment so he can watch them back in years time 

i feel like he would also write a children's book for his kids based upon their interests - dinosaurs, pirates, space, etc.

OKAY I CAN'T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE I GOTTA STOP

[cowboyjakekiszka]

oh my god just shut the fuck up already

[basiccortez]

26 & 39 with Sam!

took me a hot second but here it is! I hope you enjoy:)

warning: anxiety attack, hair pulling.

26. “Just breathe. Like that. That’s it.” 39. “Don’t leave me alone.” “I won’t.”

Sam couldn’t explain it, he hadn’t felt like this in a long time. The tightening of his chest, as his eyes became blurry with tears. His hands shook uncontrollably as he tried to find his way to your office. He didn’t know what was wrong, or how it happened, but he had this sinking feeling of doom that washed over him like a wave. The only thing running through his mind was how mad Jake was going to be when he told him that he didn’t book his flight for Chile in time. Sam was always cautious of deadlines and due dates, in high school he was usually the first one to turn in homework or assignments. But the date snuck up on, and Sam must’ve completely blocked it from his mind, focusing on finishing a song for the new album. When Jake asked if they were already to go, Sam froze. 

Sam felt light headed as he pushed open the door to your home office. You were currently on a call with your boss, checking in things at the office. You had a smile on your face as she explained some story on how one of the new interns got everyone's coffee order wrong, when you looked up and saw the panicked expression on Sam’s face. You hung up quickly and walked over to him. 

“Sam?” You asked him cautiously. He sucked in a deep breath, his hands going straight to his hair and pulling harshly on the locks, “Sam, what’s wrong?” 

“I fucked up,” He cried, as he pulled on his hair again, “Jake is gonna be so mad, it’s all my fault, it’s all my fault.” 

“What are you talking about? Sam, breathe,” 

“No! I can’t, I can’t! I ruined it all!” Sam cried, and let out a scream as he fell to his knees. You knew Sam had panic attacks, the last one being years ago. It startled you as he cried loudly, and hit himself, repeating about how mad Jake was going to be. It took you a second, before you knelt down in front of him, and grabbed his hands so he would stop pulling his hair. 

“Hey, Sam, look at me,” You said, “Sam, Just breathe, okay, look, look at me.” Sam looked up at you, tears still in his eyes, his breathing frantic. You placed his hand on your chest, so he could feel the rise and fall of your chest. 

“Feel my breathing?” You asked and he nodded, “Try and copy me. In,” You inhaled through your nose, “Out,” You exhaled slowly out of your mouth. It took Sam a couple tries but he slowly calmed himself down, “Like that. That’s it.” You had Sam take a couple more deep breaths, his heartbeat becoming less erratic, “Can you tell me what happened?” 

“I, I didn’t book my flight,” Sam whispered out, “We leave in three days and I tried to find a flight and I couldn’t. I completely ruined everything.” 

“Sam, you didn’t ruin anything. Did you see when the next flight was?” You asked him. 

“My brothers and Daniel’s flight is Tuesday, the next one is Wednesday, but we play Thursday. I’m gonna be late and they’ll kill me.” 

“You didn’t do it on purpose, they will understand. You’ll just arrive a couple hours late. Have you talked to them?” 

“No, Jake is going to kill me.” 

“He won’t. He did the same thing a couple years ago, remember? When you guys went to Europe and he didn’t book his flight. He flew on the day of the show, at least you’ll be there a day before.” Sam nodded, and took in a deep shaky breath. You could tell his mind was still flooded and running a mile a minute, “How about we go lay down? I can look at the whole flight thing.” 

Sam again nodded. You helped him stand up from the ground, holding on to his hand as you walked down to your bedroom. Sam sat on the bed and took his socks off, and you draped a blanket over him. You turned to walk out of the room, when he grabbed your hand. 

“Don’t leave me alone, please.” He asked, his voice soft.

“I won’t,” You said. You walked over to your side of the bed, and crawled in. Sam immediately rolled over and wrapped his arms around your middle, his head resting on your chest. Your hands went to his hair, knowing that the gentle feeling of your fingers in his tangled hair will help him calm down.

[whollyfree]

Let's Talk

Summary – You have a hard time watching Jake be ogled, and he has a remedy to remind you what's yours.

Pairings – Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

Word Count – 3.1k

Warnings – 18+ MINORS DNI!!! oral (f!receiving), face-riding, unprotected sex, dumbification, LOTS of dirty talk, cockwarming if you squint, spanking, mentions of alcohol

You had really fucking had it this time.

Was it a normal thing for Jake to be ogled? Yes! How could he not be? 

It was far too easy to find yourself staring at him; so you truly couldn’t blame anyone else for doing so. With an air of confidence, he enters a room and every eye falls onto him. 

He is an enigma to all (except you, of course) and it felt like damn near every girl at that godforsaken bar was on a mission to have his eyes so much as glance their way. He knows this, of course. How could he not?

But behind his mysterious, debonair exterior, he’s Jake. Your Jake. Your soft, sweet Jake who raids your pantry to make you breakfast in bed and fills your car with gas because “why do you ever let your tank run that low?! It’s not safe!” he had argued (but he still fills it up every time). 

He’s your loving, tender Jake who litters you with kisses at any given moment and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck when the poor thing feels as if he isn’t getting enough of your attention. That, and he can’t stand not to be touching you in any form or fashion. He’s just like a little lovesick puppy!

And no matter how hard you try to remind yourself of these things, to be rational, you can’t help but have to bite your tongue. The jealousy eats away at you and it infuriates you to no end. You hate yourself for it.

Which is why tonight at the bar, you bit your tongue so hard you’re sure small trickles of blood had seeped their way into your mouth. Jake stood by the bar; an arm securely wrapped around your waist as he beckons the bartender over with a simple raise of his fingers. 

Of course, when it’s Jake, it’s not hard to get anyone’s attention; unwanted or not. And that was abundantly clear from the blonde at the end of the bar, twirling her straw in her cocktail as she eyed your boyfriend. 

Her eyes moved up and down, and you notice they became stuck on his exposed chest and silver necklaces dangling against his tanned skin. And, oh god, do you hate her for it.

Stop it. Your conscience pleads with you to (for lack of a better phrase) chill the fuck out!

Jake could tell you were a bit pouty. He knows you all too well. And just as assumed, he knew he was being eye-fucked by the blonde at the end of the bar (and one hidden away in a booth in the back, but like hell he was planning on telling you that).

Part of him hates himself for finding your jealousy so amusing. And in all honesty, if he saw a man looking at you the way that women have looked at him, he’d be raising hell.

“You okay, baby?” He grins as the two of you walk into your home after your excursion to the bar, tossing his car keys on the kitchen counter.

“Mhm.” You hum. Short and sweet. He won’t expect a thing, right?

You’re kidding yourself and you know it.

“Yeah?” He replies, crowding your space immediately from behind. He takes the curves of your hips in each of his palms, his breath tinted with the Maker’s Mark he had a glass of at the bar. Top shelf only for him, of course. “You were awfully quiet tonight. Getting shy on me all of a sudden, princess?”

You can hear the subtle teasing in his voice, and you’re sure he knows exactly what you were sulking for. But you simply answer, not ready to give yourself away too quickly. “No, just tired is all.”

“Just tired is all,” he mocks you with a low chuckle. You’re a terrible liar, always have been. “It’s cute that you think you could ever lie to me.” He adds, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck – it already feels too much but not enough. 

And when his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, you feel a rush of heat between your thighs, and you swear your knees may give out. How he’s able to turn you into a puddle of yourself so quickly? You’ll never know.

“Come on, princess,” he sounds, and just like that it’s over. His hands are removed from your hips and he moves in front of you, his arm outstretched to you and his body facing the stairs. “Let’s go to bed then if you’re so tired.”

You try to hide your huff of annoyance, aching to have his touch again after being subjected to watch women drool over him all night. So you decide, no, you’re not going upstairs. Your arms cross over your chest like an insolent child who didn’t get what they wanted. Stubborn and spoiled. And your act of defiance is certainly not lost on him.

“No?” He quirks up an eyebrow at you, “Is the princess suddenly not tired? Sure are moody, though. What’s that about?”

God, you hate him. You hate that he’s finding your frustration the slightest bit entertaining. He’s taunting you, dangling the carrot in your face just to see you bite back.

He huffs out a laugh at your silence. “Oh, so we don’t wanna talk now, hm? That’s alright. We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Before you can even blink, you’re thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll. A surprised shriek slips out of you as he trudges up the stairs and in the direction of your bedroom. Smaller in stature he may be, but weak is not a way you would ever describe him.

“Jake!” You scold him, not having any of his shit right now. “Put me down!”

“Oh, so we are talking now?” He muses, depositing you on the neatly made bed. He hovers over you, standing at the foot of the bed where he practically threw you on it. 

“How about this then, princess?” He taunts, “Since you’re suddenly in the mood to talk, I say we play a little game. You talk, I listen.”

Seems easy enough…a little too easy. 

“Everything off.” There it is.

He strides over to the bed, climbing on before laying on his back. His head rests against the pillow as you continue eyeing him, slowly peeling your clothes off your body until your stark naked and sitting on your heels on the bed.

“So obedient, my pretty girl. And so fucking beautiful when you listen, aren’t you?” He coos. “Come have a seat, princess,” he beckons, still fully clothed, “talk to me.”

With a bite to the inside of your cheek, you rise from your sitting position to straddle his lap. And just as you begin to settle yourself – 

“Uh-uh,” he tuts. “Not quite, baby.”

Your incredulous look makes him laugh. What else could he have wanted?

“Come on,” he encourages, placing his hands on your hips. “Up you go, princess.”

With a quick slap to your ass, he hoists you up further. Your eyes go wide and you yelp at the crack of his hand hitting your skin, your heart racing as your knees straddle either side of his head. 

“Good girl,” he praises, his hands trailing up the sides of your thighs and to your hips to keep you steady. “Go on, princess. Tell me what’s got you so pouty. Wanna help.”

Considering you’re at a loss for words and can’t think straight with him eye-level with your cunt, you suddenly don’t even know why you were upset to begin with. But another swat to your ass quickly brings you back to consciousness.

“F-fuck,” you whimper, your head falling down and fingers gripping his hair. “They were staring at you…at the bar.” You manage out.

“Yeah? Who was, princess?” He’s teasing you even more now, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your clit until you choke out his name and begin tugging on the roots of his hair. He knows you can’t answer; you’re already too far gone and he’s hardly started.

But your impending fear that he would stop has you rushing out the words through uneven breaths.

“The girls at the bar,” you croak out as his lips continue pressing small kisses to your bundle of nerves. “Hated the way they looked at you. I was fucking jealous. I’m sorry.”

Pleased with your answer (even if he already knew it), he grins. And you can feel it against you before he presses one final kiss to your pearl.

“But you see, princess,” he says, smoothing his hands over your hips. “No one else gets to have this. Just because they see my face, doesn’t mean they get to fuck it like you do, do they?”

“N-no.” You reply, desperate to feel his mouth on you again.

“Good girl,” he croons. “And what they don’t know is that I get to have my face fucked by the prettiest little pussy whenever I please. Get to have your scent all over me. ‘Cause it’s yours, isn’t it, princess?” 

“Yes, sir.” You peep, unable to form another word if your life depended on it. 

Not only were you insanely turned on and dripping because his face was buried between your thighs, but it’s also due to how he speaks to you with such dominance and authority. He could have you on your knees (both literally and figuratively) with the snap of his fingers.

With one more praise of good girl, he dives back in, immediately sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking against it like a man starved. You feel your eyes roll back, a whining desperate mess above him. The tugging on his hair only gets tighter as he grips your hips to keep you against him.

You’re sure there will be marks, and you aren’t mad about it either. You need him tethered to you in every way possible.

He expertly licks through your folds, tongue gently prodding at your entrance as his nose brushes your clit. You can’t fight the whimper that leaves your lips, your pussy fluttering around the tip of his tongue. And when he groans at the feeling, you swear you’re done for.

“Jake,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hair. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He hums against your cunt, flicking your arousal against your clit before sucking it past his lips once more. 

“Yeah, princess? Feel that sweet little cunt fucking squeezing my tongue. That feel good? Feel good to take what’s yours?”

And before you have time to catch your breath, his tongue finds your entrance again. He wastes no time going harder, faster this time. His tongue fucks into you relentlessly, nose nudging your clit in perfect timing. It’s sloppy and wet and downright sinful.

You can hardly register when it happens, you’re so far gone, but you cum hard against his tongue. Grinding your hips against his tongue to chase the feeling for as long as your body will allow while you cry out his name like a hymn.

And he can’t get enough of it either, ravaging you and swallowing every bit he can muster until you pry yourself off of him. 

You look him over, his mouth, chin, and nose glistening with remnants of you. It’s enough to stir you back up again, your overstimulation be damned. Your lips crash into his, and he’s eager to capture them with his own, maneuvering you to straddle his lap. 

“Fuck, my sweet girl,” he breathes out. “Did so fucking good. Came so hard for me. Could eat that pussy until it suffocates me, I swear.”

You gasp when you feel his hardened cock through his jeans that he wore out make contact with your swollen clit. 

Grinding against him, you whimper against his lips at the new feeling bubbling within your tummy. He groans, feeling the slightest bit of relief as you grind against him. With the amount of wetness you felt between your thighs even after your orgasm, you’re sure that you’re absolutely soaking the fabric.

“This what you want, baby?” He murmurs. “Want my cock? Wanna fuck what’s yours?”

“Please.” You whimper, grinding down against him with a bit more force this time before moving your hips upwards to allow him to undress.

He practically moans when he sees the wet splotch of your arousal on the crotch of his jeans. “Fuck, princess. So fucking wet for me.”

“Jake, please,” you whine, tugging at his pants in an effort to make him move faster. 

“Oh, my needy little thing.” He teases, resuming pulling his pants down along with his boxers. “Just had her pussy fucked with my tongue and can’t wait for more, can you?”

You shake your head no, trying to will yourself to calm down. You don’t want him to think he has the power, even though he knows all too well that he already does.

“I know, princess.” He soothes you with his tone, tossing his pants and boxers on the floor along with your clothes. 

His dick stands tall, pressed against his stomach as precome leaks from the slit on the swollen head. He gives himself two languid strokes with his fist, hissing at the feeling. “Can’t wait to have you wrapped up around me…all tight and sweet and warm- fuck, come here, baby. Take it. Take what’s yours.” 

You’re quick to crawl back to him, desperate to have him inside of you as you grasp his shoulders for balance. Using one hand, you grasp him, whimpering when you feel his crown just lining up with your weeping hole. 

Jake holds your waist, patiently waiting for you to sink down around him. And when you do, you could cry from how good and full you feel already. You keen as you feel the familiar and pleasurable sting that only happens when he’s this deep inside you. 

“Shit,” He hisses, fighting the urge to fuck upwards into you. “Feels so good, princess. This cock is yours, baby. Everything is yours.”

And that’s more than enough to encourage you to begin riding him, rolling your hips back and forth at an even pace. You whine and mewl from above him as he holds your waist, encouraging you with each movement you make.

You’re both a complete wreck already. Jake is already so close to coming and you’d hardly started moving your hips against him.

“Whose cock is this?”

You hated when he made you talk. You could listen to him go on and on all day about nothing that truly mattered (especially in bed). But you hate having to talk as well. You feel like you were nowhere near as good at it as he is.

In hopes that he’ll somehow forget what he asked, you resume your movements and peel your eyes away, beginning to go faster in hopes that you’ll truly distract him. But that sure as hell doesn’t work.

“Uh-uh,” He scolds, using his free hand to take your chin and turn it to face him. Eye-to-eye. “Eyes on me, princess. Now tell me whose cock this is. Wanna hear you, sweet girl. Tell me nice and loud.”

You’re embarrassed. If your cheeks could turn any darker in this moment, you’re sure they would. And you don’t want to answer him, suddenly bashful even when he’s buried inside of you as you bounce on his cock. 

Displeased with your lack of a response, he angles his hips upwards, meeting you halfway to send himself deeper into the depths of your cunt. It catches you off guard to say the least, but only causes you to move faster, further onto him to chase that feeling again.

“It’s mine, sir,” you whine, words rushed and breathless. “It’s mineit’smineit’smine!” You continue, drunk off his cock and so close to coming you can’t hardly stand it.

Jake groans, continuing to push his hips upwards. “Yes, princess. My good fucking girl. It’s fucking yours.”

You want him to come harder than he ever has; want his cum deep inside you because it really is yours. He’s yours.

“Taking me so well, princess.” He pants. “Riding me so fucking good. Go on, baby. Want you to come again. Soak my cock, baby.”

Your words become mush, incoherent babbles as you continue fucking yourself on him. You can’t hardly breathe anymore, your chest heaving for breath as you feel the knot inside of you threatening to snap.

“Oh, princess…” he coos, “My dumb little baby. Can’t even get a word out when my cock’s buried inside you. Can’t even help it, can you?” He snaps his hips upwards more forcefully than before, an unforgiving pace that allows you some sort of reprieve from the burning in your thighs.

The moan that rips from your chest would have caused you to curl in on yourself in embarrassment, but right now you can’t seem to care. The way he’s fucking into you, the way he’s speaking to you…it’s too much for your already fucked-out brain to handle.

“Gonna come!” You muster out, your voice cracking as you grip his shoulders tighter.

“Yeah?” Jake taunts, still snapping into you as your pussy contracts around him. “Do it, princess. I can feel you fucking squeezing me so tight- fuck, baby. Gonna make me fucking come, aren’t you?”

You want to answer him; you really do. But all you can muster is a nod as your orgasm rips through you, your mouth dropping open and your cunt locking down around Jake as it fights to keep him inside. Your ears ring as you pulse around him, unsure if you’re making noise or not at this point. 

Jake’s orgasm washes over him, choking out a moan of your name as he buries himself as far as he can. He spills inside of you, cum spurting from his swollen tip and into you. You feel him coating your walls as your vision returns to you, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat glimmering his forehead. 

God, he’s beautiful all the time, but especially like this.

The two of you are a breathless mess, feeling the his cum mixing with yours as it seeps down your inner thighs. You breathe out a laugh, your forehead falling against his as he wraps his arm around you.

“I’m yours, princess.” His voice is as soft as silk as he traces his fingertips along your spine. “You know that don’t you?”

You smile, lashes fluttering as you wrap your arms around his neck. He makes your heart feel warm – even when you don’t deserve it; even when you’re acting like a brat.

“I do now.” You tease, attempting to bite back a smile but ultimately failing when you hear him giggle.

“Oh, princess,” He tightens his arms around you. “What are we gonna do with you?”

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[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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[milkgemini]

Last Call

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: i’ve been waiting to post this one… stay tuned for part two 🤭

Part 2

“I’ve got a feeling in my stomach”

“I start to wonder what his story might be”

Arctic monkeys softly plays in the background. The chatter of the bar patrons slightly overtaking the music coming from the speakers. 

It was okay for a Thursday. You had been working as a bartender for about 2 years, taking random shifts to pay your rent while in school. The bar was only a block away from your apartment so it worked out perfectly for you. 

You had built great relationships with your regulars, always chatting them up asking how their week has been. Why not make it fun if you’re forced to be there? 

Your place of work was a total dive bar, “dingy” being the best way to describe it. The size was on the smaller side. One room with a short bar that wrapped around the sides. There was a pool table off to the left. The room tinted red by the glow of the neon beer signs. Christmas lights framed the ceiling all year round. 

Your coworker finished their day shift, leaving just you behind the bar tonight. You didn’t mind, more tips in your pocket. You scan the men seated at the bar, checking their level of drink to see who needs what first. 

“Can I get you another?” You asked one of your regulars. An older gentleman seeming to be in his 60s. He attended every week, always tipping you well. You appreciated his politeness. 

As you pop the cap off the beer, you notice a younger man at the other end of the bar. You don’t recognize him, which threw you off as it’s usually the same couple of guys in there every night. 

His attention was on the phone situated between both of his hands. As he looked down, his chestnut locks fell beside his face, past his shoulders. His hair had a slight wave to it, that messy, “hasn’t been brushed” look. 

“He’s cute” you thought. You studied him in detail. The fingers he had wrapped around the black phone had a hair tie looped twice around the middle one like a ring. His bar stool stood further away from the wooden edge causing him to lean forward, his long necklaces dangling against his tan chest. 

You placed the beer bottle in front of your first customer. Wiping the chilled sweat from the bottle onto the material of your leggings, you made your way over to the new customer. 

“What can I get for you tonight?” You approached him with a smile, watching his eyes as they were tilted down towards his screen. 

He picked his head up to look into yours, you tried your best not to divert your stare due to nerves. 

“I’ll have an old money if you wouldn’t mind.” 

The corner of his mouth tipped up as he ended his request to you. 

“Bourbon”, you thought to yourself, “how fitting.” 

“No problem!” 

You swiftly turned your back to him and began preparing his drink order. As you returned with the chilled glass in hand, you slid it in front of him. He placed a 20 on the bar. 

You scooped the bill up from in front of him, going back to the cash register to return his change to him. You placed the dollar bills flatly on the bar in front of him. He sipped his drink and watched you from over the rim of his glass as he slid the remaining bills toward you. You smirked to yourself and left the change there to attend to your other customers down the bar. 

The later it got, the less people remained seated at the bar. You had 5 customers left. 4 of them being regulars you knew and carried conversation with throughout the night, the 5th being the mystery man at the end of the bar. He kept to himself, peeking a look at you every now and then. 

Each time you caught his glass almost empty, you picked it up tilting your head and silently asked if he’d prefer another. He nodded towards you with the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. 

With each of your customers taken care of, you focused on the conversation being had amongst your regulars. The bar had quieted down at this point, allowing you to actually take part in the conversation. You leaned your arms against the bar, adding a comment or two every few minutes so the men knew you were paying attention. 

The song had ended and a new one began. You heard the soft melody of “Planet Caravan” by a Black Sabbath play subtly in the background. 

“Oh, I love this one. Which one of you put this on?” You pointed a finger at your 4 regulars, a wide smile on your face. They looked amongst each other shrugging. 

At the other end of the bar, the mystery man cleared his throat and tilted his half full glass towards you. You made your way towards him. 

“Was this your doing?” You wiped the bar next to him, a smirk on your face as you glanced at his eyes. 

“Can’t go wrong with some Ozzy” he shot you a wink over the tip of his glass as he took another sip. 

You dipped your pointer finger and thumb into two shot glasses, pinching them together and placing them in front of him. 

“Brownie point for you then, eh?” You punctuated your statement with a soft chuckle. 

“How do you feel about Jameson?” You asked as you grabbed the neck of the dark green liquor bottle. 

“If it’s alcohol, I’ll take it.” He responded, his voice hoarse. 

You filled both shot glasses to the rim, sliding one in front of him while grabbing one for yourself. 

“Cheers” you clinked the tiny glass against his. He nodded in response and threw the shot back in one gulp. You followed his motions, needing to take two sips yourself. 

You winced at the warm feeling of the harsh liquor coating your throat, eventually lining your stomach. 

He watched your reaction and chuckled to himself, glancing down at the wooden bar. 

A customer from the other end of the bar called your name requesting another one. You attended to him, popping the cap off the bottle and sliding it to him. As you turned your head back towards the long haired man behind you, he was gone. Your stomach sank slightly before you caught his silhouette through the bar window. His back leaning against the brick wall, taking long drags of a cigarette, blowing the smoke back out into the night air. 

Realizing he hadn’t left just yet, you smirked to yourself, tapping the screen of the jukebox to play another song. 

As he entered the bar once again, he heard the beginning of “White Room” by Cream play through the speakers. He took his former seat, rubbing his hands together and throwing his head back with a laugh. 

You approached him once more. 

“Fill me in on the joke” you quipped. 

“These guys are my favorite.” He retorted. “Are you spying on me?” You could hear the smirk in his tone. 

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, and he responded with a light chuckle. 

“I’m Jake, by the way” he took a sip from his drink. 

You replied with your name, and he repeated it to himself. 

At this point it was 1:47 am. Only 2 other men, besides Jake, sat at the opposite side of the bar. You let the two of them know it was last call, and they put their final orders in. Two beers, easy enough. You slid the chilled brown bottles towards them and they left their last payment for you on the wooden bar. 

You made your way back towards Jake and he spoke before you could even ask. 

“I’ll do one more, then I’ll be out of your hair for the night.” he reached for his wallet and placed another 20 on the bar. 

You completed his last order and began to tend to your closing duties as the other 2 men called goodnight to you, exiting through the front door. 

Jake stayed with you and watched as you completed your checklist before closing up the bar. His eyes flicked back and forth as you ran to and from each side of the bar. Counting the money in the till was the last step on your list. You folded the dollar bills that were your tips and slipped them beneath the strap of your bra, never one to carry a purse. 

He watched as you placed the money above your breast and chuckled to himself. You flicked the switch on the neon signs mounted against the walls, causing the bar to become even more dimly lit than before. As you gathered your keys and rounded the bar, he stood from his seat, leaning next to the front door. 

As you approached him, your eyes stayed locked on your feet, one foot in front of the other until you appeared in front of him. Your eyes meeting his. You looked at each other for a moment before he placed a flat palm on the door, pushing it open and nodding towards it for you to exit. He waited beside you as you locked the bar up. 

You turned back to him, the condensation leaving your lips floating up into the bitter cold air. 

“Where are you off to?” He questioned you, his eyes flitting across your face, glancing once or twice at your cupid's bow. 

“Just home,” you chuckled to him. “And you?”

He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, and hesitated his next sentence. 

“I know this may be forward, but I’ve got a pretty good selection back at my place. Let me make you a drink this time” he tilted his head at you waiting for your response. 

You glanced down at the screen of your phone. 2:32 am. No texts, no calls. You had nothing planned for the following morning. “Oh, why not?” You told yourself. 

“This isn’t some scheme to trap me in your place and torture me, right?” You questioned him with a flirty grin stretched across your face. 

“How could I? Not this early in our stages, at least.” he followed with a wink. 

to be continued…

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Stay A While

Stay A While

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: A sweet morning with Josh feels like a wish come true.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 550

You felt a warm hue all around you as you fell in and out of consciousness in the morning.

The sun shone through the window and casted light and shadows onto the walls surrounding you. You felt the heat of a ray of sunlight shine across your face. 

The savory smell of chai filled the air as you breathed in deeply. That warm smell was accompanied by the contrasting cool scents of aftershave and mint toothpaste.

You rubbed your legs on the softness of the waffle blankets surrounding you, feeling the texture of them against your skin and creating friction for more warmth.

You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the last few minutes of sleep you had.

You felt heat next to you, slowly creeping closer until the warm temperature combined with weight from his body was leaning on you.

You felt him. 

Josh.

“Good morning,” he whispered softly in your ear as he kissed the side of your face. 

You smiled and cuddled yourself into him. You reached your hand up and found his neck. You snuck your finger into the hair at the base of his head and tangled them into his loose, messy curls.

He moved and you felt the bed dip down on either side of you. You could tell he was holding himself up above you. 

You expected him to hold you and rub your back softly with his fingertips like he normally did in the mornings.

But he didn't. 

Instead, he continued kissing you. 

He started on your face, sprinkling light kisses to your cheeks and chin. 

He worked his way down to your jaw and neck. His kisses grew slower and softer as he continued.

You subconsciously moved your head to give him easier access as you let out a few sighs. 

“Josh,” you sighed.

“Mmm?” he said into your neck. 

The vibration of his voice against your skin made you giggle.

“What are you doing,” you whispered.

“Waking you up,” his voice teased as he kissed you again on the jaw.

He continued, “Nice,” he said with a soft kiss, “and slow,”

You opened your eyes for the first time that morning to see your bedroom filled with sunlight and honey brown curls right below your nose.

You pulled his head back and your eyes met his. 

His eyes were soft. They were full of love and just a hint of sleepiness. 

A single eyelash rested on his cheek and you reached up to grab it. 

“Be still,” you whispered and you carefully brought your fingers to his cheek. 

You pulled it off carefully and held it up to him, balancing it on your finger tip. 

“Make a wish,” you said.

He smiled at you, closed his eyes, and blew it off your fingertip. 

You brought your hand up to his face and cupped his jaw lightly.

He pursed his lips and gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

He laid back down next to you and cuddled himself into you. He placed his chin on your shoulder and rested his face into the crook of your neck, still kissing you softly every so often.

You felt his eyes flutter to close against you neck and you closed your eyes again with him.

“What do you want to do today, Baby?” you asked in a whisper.

“This,” he replied, “Just this.”

Author’s Note: Nothing special. Just a little sweet Josh. Enjoy!

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Home Again

Pairing: Josh Kiszka X fem!painter/artist!Reader

Summary: Josh permanently comes home to you for a little while now that the Dreams in Gold tour is completely over.

Warnings: A little sadness, but that’s about it :)

Word Count: 984

Please Note: Josh Kiszka is a real person that I have never met and the way I’ve written him should not be seen as anything but a work of fiction.

a/n: i hope y’all like this! and as always, feel free to send any requests you have to my inbox! :)

Instead of having you deal with the stressful environment that was airport traffic, Josh had convinced you to just wait at home for him while Sam gave him a ride home. And no matter how many times you told him you didn’t mind picking him up, he still preferred you to be calm and happy as often as possible and not stressed out.

And now in the current moment at 2:30pm, you were sitting on the arm of the couch in you and Josh’s apartment, your eyes on the front door while you waited for him to arrive. And you had to admit, you were growing a little impatient because just 3 minutes ago, you had gotten a text from Josh telling you that he’d be home in less than ten minutes.

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest at this point.

It had unfortunately been a little over a month since you and Josh last saw each other due to your busy schedules. And to say you were excited to see him, was a bit of an understatement. You just couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of all the time you’d get to spend with Josh.

The familiar sound of a key turning in your front door grabbed your attention. Josh was finally home. You remained sitting on your spot on the couch until he opened the door and called out for you.

“(y/n)?” Josh called out as he fully walked into your shared apartment and closed the door behind him, a light smile on his face.

His eyes met yours the second you started to get up from the couch and quickly walk over to where he was standing. You brightly smiled at him then wrapped your arms around his ribs, bursting at the seams with happiness now that he was back in your arms.

Josh softly chuckled while he dropped his suitcase then wrapped his own arms around you and slid his face into the comforting crook of your neck, making sure to place a kiss or two there. His affectionate actions prompted you to lean your head against his own as you brought his body even closer to yours, his cheeks turning pink as a result.

“I missed you so much, Josh, you have no idea.” you sadly told him, your voice slightly muffled by his soft curly hair. It felt great to be surrounded by his presence again.

“I know, baby.” he replied, a frown on his face. He felt this sadness too, he never wanted to spend another day away from you if it were possible.

Hearing you say this caused Josh to make the quick decision to slowly bend down so that he could pick you up and take you to your shared bedroom, now wanting to cuddle with you while the two of spoke. He decided to do this because the last thing he’d ever want is his girl to feel alone in that feeling.

Once he reached your bed, he softly set you down on the side you always occupied and joined you just a few seconds later. And as he laid down on the other side of the bed, your arms reclaimed their spots around each other and you slid your face into the crook of his neck this time.

He then started to softly rub your back with his dominant hand while he spoke to you, “I missed you too, mama. More than you’ll ever know.” he admitted, complete sincerity in his voice. Which caused goosebumps to appear on your arms. You were just so happy to have him back.

You nodded against his neck and simply enjoyed the silence for a few minutes before you pulled away to press a soft kiss to his lips. But Josh wasn’t having any of that. So he lifted the hand he had been rubbing your back with then placed it on the back of your head so that he could kiss you more passionately, the way he always liked to.

He soon began to smile along with you as he felt you start to smile into the kiss, letting himself relish in the love you two had for each other.

“I love you so, so much.” you told him with a smile still on your face once you had pulled away from his lips a few more minutes later. Your arms remained around him the whole time you kissed him and spoke to him, you never wanted to let go.

“And I love you even more.” he said in response, causing you to groan and press your face into his chest.

“Shh, stop one upping me.” you jokingly said while your face was still pressed into his chest, the feeling of his laughter vibrating against your face as his chest gently shook with each chuckle.

He let out another laugh before he responded to your dramatic statement, “Okay, as you wish, angel.” he said as he then pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Thank you.” you sarcastically said with a quick kiss to his cheek after you had removed your face from his chest and you were looking into his pretty eyes again.

And once the two of you had gotten completely settled once more, your legs tangling together under the comforter and your head resting on Josh’s chest, he pressed another soft kiss to your head.

While the two of laid there, an idea popped into Josh’s head. What if you joined Josh and the boys on tour every once in a while? You were a freelance artist after all. But he’d never force you to go with him, unless that was something you actually wanted to do.

This was a conversation for another time. As for now, Josh just wanted to stay close to you in your shared bed, his body still happily intertwined with you, his lover.

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benchwarmer - j.t.k.

a/n: thank you to my angel baby for editing this for me ❤️‍🩹👼 @jakekiszkaenthusiast

summary: what happens when you piss jake off and go behind his back doing the one thing you are not allowed to do? (basically, this is a porno)

pairing: jake x f. reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), little bit of fluff. there is really no plot to this at all, it's literally just porn. specific warnings after the cut.

explicit warnings: m. dom, punishment, degradation, name-calling, spit, m. & f. masturbation, edging (for days), facial, daddy kink, forced multiple orgasms, overstimulation, CNC if you squint very hard (she does consent, but she says things like "i can't" etc. she does not ever say stop or no)

It had been nine days.

N i n e days.

Since you’d had release. Satisfaction. Unadulterated, euphoric bliss.

One may say, “that’s not terribly long” or “I’ve gone longer”. It’s true, that’s not a terribly long time if you were simply going about the mundane activities of your everyday life with absolutely no stimuli.

But that was impossible, because you lived with Jake Kiszka. And he knew exactly what made you tick. More explicitly, he knew exactly what made your heart pound and your pussy clench. What made warm, sweet wetness drip down your thighs like honey.

And you were in trouble.

You were being punished, with seemingly no respite from your suffering on the horizon.

You had been doing just fine. It sucked, of course, especially when your boyfriend would wrap you in his arms from behind and whisper teasing phrases in your ear while you stirred vegetables on the stove, pulling away with your earlobe between his teeth. Or when he would emerge from the shower and drop his towel right in front of you as you read a book in bed, his back to you, stretching his arms above his head and ever so slightly flexing, deliciously putting the muscles in his back on display. Or when you were both in bed preparing for sleep and scrolling through your phones, while his free hand made its way under your shirt, palm cupping your bare breast, and took your nipple between two fingers, giving it a pinch and a twist, eyes never leaving his phone screen before sliding his hand back out and rolling over to turn off the lamp with a “love you, goodnight”. Among other things.

Yes, despite all of that, you had been doing just fine. You were surviving. You were fine until everything culminated last night.

[the night before]

You were brushing your teeth when you heard it. A couple of low, enticing grunts, followed by tempting moans at a slightly higher pitch. You spit out your toothpaste and rinsed, and gingerly stepped out of the bathroom into your shared bedroom.

The sight that met your eyes was enough to nearly make you release a moan of your own.

Jake was sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room, legs spread wide as if he was on display. He held eye contact with you immediately while he leisurely stroked his hardened cock up and down with his right hand, and tightly gripped one of the arms of his chair with his left. His eyes rolled back into his head for a split second as he let out an otherworldly cry when he swiped his thumb across the throbbing, pink tip in a few circles, only to meet your eyes again with a low moan.

“Hi baby,” he drawled with a smirk.

“Hello, Jacob. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Pleasure? Who said anything about pleasure?” he questioned as he tilted his head back, letting out a long groan to punctuate his sentence.

“Well-, you-,”

“Exactly. Me. Take off your panties and sit down on the floor in front of me, legs spread” he interrupted. “Oh, and sit on your hands.”

You quickly did as you were told, so quickly it was comical as you almost tripped over your underwear around your ankles. Jake must’ve thought it was funny too, because he let out a low chuckle.

“Absolutely pathetic. I love it when you’re this desperate” he taunted.

You glared at him as you took your seat at his feet. He only smirked at you while he continued to stroke his dick, running his thumb across the thick vein bulging out on the front, causing him to let out a little gasp as he held eye contact with you.

He tsked at you. “Forgetting something?”

You frowned when you remembered he commanded you to sit on your hands and moved to correct yourself.

“That’s better. Now don’t look away from me. I wanna watch your face turn red and your jaw clench as you watch me cum, unable to do anything about it.”

He proceeded to rub his cock, occasionally adjusting the pressure and speed to his liking, letting out the most delectable groans. You could feel your nipples harden under your shirt from how utterly turned on you were, and Jake must’ve noticed too as he let out a low moan with a gleam in his eye.

You started to bring your legs together, clenching your pussy as you attempted to obtain some small form of relief.

"No" Jake barked. "Legs spread. Eyes on me. Hands under your ass. The rules are simple."

You nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Oh baby, you’re fucking dripping. You’re gonna make a mess of our carpet" he teased. He let out a particularly high moan as he twisted his thumb and index finger over his frenulum, squeezing his shaft with his palm and remaining fingers. "Fuuuuuuck" he groaned, eyes rolling back into his head.

He reached his hand in front of you, palm up, just beneath your mouth. "Spit" he commanded. You let a long string of spit fall from between your lips and into his hand, and he quickly wiped it over his dripping head, mixing your juices, and continued to stroke his cock with purpose. He grunted and groaned, expletives rolling off his tongue as he rubbed harder and faster.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come. Get on your knees" he ordered, and you quickly obliged, mouth open, knowing exactly what he would want.

Hot ropes of sticky cum began spilling out of him, all over your face and tongue. You and he moaned together as he watched his seed drip into your throat, you drinking up his sweet and salty release.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. Look at you. My perfect slut covered in my cum. Is that what you are? My good girl?"

You nodded vigorously, as he grabbed your chin and looked deep into your eyes.

"But not good enough, huh? Nope, not at all. Go clean yourself up, whore" and with that he released your face. He ran his thumb across your cheek gently, raising his eyebrows slightly, making sure you actually were still okay with this game you both were playing.

You smirked. "Okay, daddy" you answered in reassurance.

His eyes filled with lust once more, and he thumbed over a drop of cum slowly dripping down your cheek, collecting it, and lifting it to his mouth to slurp it off with a sinful pop. "Good girl," he whispered.

[the present]

This is why you found yourself writhing under your bed sheets, wanton with need. Jake's side of the bed was cold, indicating he'd been gone for some time. God, you just wanted to touch yourself so. fucking. bad. You groaned audibly as you stretched across the bed, rubbing your face in distress.

This was your own fault, you knew that. 9 days before, during a particularly heated makeout session that had begun because you paraded around the house while he was on an important conference call with his management team, clad in only one of his muscles tees cut low down the sides and a bright red thong, you edged him beyond belief before stating you had to get ready for work. You left him throbbing and dripping on the couch, with a flirty wave of your hand goodbye.

You knew, and he knew, that you were sufficiently punished after only a couple days of this dry spell, but you both enjoyed the game far too much.

"Fuck this" you said aloud.

You yanked Jake's sweatshirt you were wearing over your head, and tugged your panties down your legs, kicking them off as you stepped onto the tiled floor of your bathroom.

You turned the shower on, watching the mirrors begin to steam almost instantaneously with the contrasting temperature. You gazed at yourself in the mirror, gently grazing your hands across your chest and taking your breasts under your palms. You watched yourself moan as you took your nipples between your fingertips, giving them a sharp pinch and then rolling them between your fingers.

You gave yourself a smirk in the mirror. Jake was at the studio, and wasn't going to be  home for a few hours. Plenty of time.

You stepped into the shower with care, standing beneath the head and letting the warm water cascade down your body. You toyed with your breasts some more, the water adding delicious lubrication.

You took a deep breath. You knew you were directly disobeying Jake. But he's not home. And what he doesn’t know won't hurt him. Right?

You grabbed the shower handle from its holder and adjusted the pressure setting up just a notch. You spread your legs and squatted slightly, leaning against the stone shower wall, and directed the stream to your aching clit. You nearly screamed at the sensation, loud moans leaving your lips, your chest beginning to heave.

"Ahem" you heard a throat clear with a subtle cough and nearly dropped the shower head. You quickly hung it back up and took in the sight of Jake standing in the doorway of your bathroom, stroking his chin casually, and watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

You stared into each other's eyes in silence, his facial expression portraying disapproval, but his eyes burned with lust.

"By all means, continue" he broke the silence with a taunt. "Better yet, allow me." And with that he stripped completely in record speed, and opened the glass shower door. His feet splashed at the water pooling on the tile floor of the shower, taking two large strides to be right in front of you. "You’re in for it now, little girl" he said with a smirk.

He firmly gripped the top of your head and pushed down until you were sitting on the bench built into the side of the shower. He caressed your cheek gently, but his eyes were filled with fiery passion that betrayed his comforting actions.

He grabbed the shower head, aggressively tugging it from its place, causing the hose to snap wildly.

"Open up, angel."

You spread your legs for him as you watched him turn up the pressure two more settings, and kneel to the floor in front of you. With one hand, Jake lightly traced your clit- a jarring contrast from what you knew you were about to feel- and held the hood of your clit upwards, allowing for no protection. He met your eyes, seeking silent permission. You nodded once, and he flashed you a devilish smirk before blasting your tender clit with the shower stream.

"Jesus FUCK" you screamed at the pressure, his hand gripping at your thighs, forcing them apart after you immediately attempt to clench them together.

"Nuh uh, doll, keep your legs open."

After only about 30 seconds of pressure and vibration, you could feel your clitoris throbbing and your legs begin to shake of their own accord.

"Oh you poor, needy, baby. Already about to cum?" Jake teased.

You nodded as you let out a breathy groan.

"Let it go baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy."

His words sent you careening over the edge, your vision going white as you screamed from the intensity of your orgasm. With your chest heaving, you opened your eyes to see him staring right at you. He moved the shower head up and down in a very tight line as you came down from your orgasm. As your breathing began to slow, you watched the corners of his lips turn up into a Cheshire grin as he held his hand steady, the jet of water now providing almost too much pressure to your throbbing clit. 

"B-baby-" you stuttered, the overstimulation beginning to wash over you.

"Hmm?" he questioned with a raise of his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" you breathed shakily.

"Making you cum. Didn't you want to cum?" he questioned, feigning innocence.

"Yes, thank you, but I did."

"Oh, I know you did. And it was spectacular."

Your chest began to rise and fall with rapid speed, moans falling from your lips. "Jakey, please, I know what you’re doing, I can't" you pleaded.

"Oh, but you can. Dirty, naughty girl. You wanted to cum so bad. Didn't you?" Your moans began to turn into screams, and your thighs fought against his strong hands. "If you wanted it so bad, you’re going to as many times as I say."

Tears began to prick your eyes from the overstimulation as you moaned his same amongst a string of curses. With a strangled cry you felt your second orgasm wash over you, your body shaking from head to toe.

"That's a good girl, that's it" Jake praised, never removing the shower stream from your clit.

You frantically grabbed at his wrist. "Please Jake, I can't" you begged.

"Oh, but you can. One more. Show daddy you can be a good girl and give me one more." Your eyes widened as you watched him turn the pressure up to its highest setting, a second later it hitting you.

"Oh fuck, oh my God, Jake, fuck" you cried as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

"That's it baby that's it, you’re taking it so well. One more, just one more."

Your body was practically convulsing at this point, your pelvis lifting off of the bench involuntarily as it tried to get away from the overwhelming sensation. Jake pushed down on your stomach with his free hand as he held you in place.

You were moaning and crying his name as you felt the pressure begin to build inside you. "Oh fuck, Jake, oh fuck" you repeated like a mantra.

"You’re so close baby, you're doing amazing. Last one. Just let go, I've got you." He soothed, his words being what finally caused the bubble to burst and you came harder than you think you'd ever done before.

Jake immediately removed the shower head from your red, throbbing clit and placed it back in its holder. Your head lolled forward, beginning to take your body with it as he grabbed you and held you in his arms under the shower stream, now down to its regular pressure, the water beginning to turn cold.

He kissed the top of your head, your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks as he held you flush with his bare chest.

"You did so well, my love" he praised.

You smiled up at him. "Am I a good girl now?"

He giggled. "The goodest" he answered with a peck to your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, hmm?"

You nodded. "'M so tired."

"I bet you are, after your morning of deceit" he teased, picking you up bridal style. "You deserve a nap I suppose". He sat you on the bathroom counter as he grabbed a towel and began drying you off, gently wringing out your hair.

"Be right back" he said as he left the bathroom. He returned a moment later wearing boxers, and holding one of his t-shirts. He slipped it over your head gently, picking you up off the counter and carrying you to bed.

He climbed into bed with you and you both rolled to face each other.

You smiled at him, he smiled back. "I like this game" you said.

Jake laughed at you. "Of course you do. You're a brat." he said with a boop to your nose. -fin.