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littlemisslipbalm · 7 months

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Demonology - Part 5

I Think I'm Going to Hell -- Jake x f!Reader x Josh

Series Summary: A new demon has come to Nashville. Josh and Jake's ways of life have been thrown off by her arrival. The angel and demon have lived with an understanding of one another, but with Y/N stirring up trouble and asking questions, they're forced to work out a new normal. And why is she so powerful for a human turned demon anyway, that's unusual, right?

A/N: Hi we're back. Last chapter after this! Hopefully it's been an enjoyable ride. All will be revealed and all will be settled by the end of part 6 btw. (Hopefully!)

Chapter Summary: A demon's earth-versary that coincides with her original birthday...a bar, an ancient demon and bad tempers. Nothing could go wrong.

Word Count: 4.9k | Warnings: explicit SMUT (18+), strong language, dubious understandings of demonology, BLOOD, alcohol consumption...eh idk what else just demon sex

Taglist | Masterpost

Part 5: I Think I'm Going To Hell

“Let’s go already!” Jake called gruffly down the hallway.

Today, Y/N had let Jake into her place upon his arrival. It was announced, she was expecting him, so he was allowed to wait in the living room. He was getting impatient though. He hadn’t seen her at all since he’d been there, her door opening on its own when he had called out who it was.

“Do we have to go?” She calls back, still formless for all Jake knows.

“What happened to the demon I met 6 months ago? Who I had to beg to stop fucking with the bars?” Jake grins to himself, Rori on his lap. The demon had won the animal over and they were quite friendly whenever they saw each other. Sometimes Jake would run into just Rori out and about these days.

“She was naive. She didn’t realize just how much it sucked here and that her identity was not all she thought and she didn’t know that there’d be an annoying but hot angel–” She wasn’t yelling, but Jake could hear her as if she were standing in front of him. He figured it was a trick she could do.

“Alright, alright, so is now not a good time to mention that Josh still hasn’t turned up?” Jake wasn’t sure if he wanted to soften the blow or not, so he threw it out there, wondering how it would stick with his demon colleague.

Josh had been MIA for two months. Ever since the dive bar and the ensuing events at his apartment. Jake had tried mildly to reassure Y/N that it was not because of her, but with no word from Josh either, Jake was starting to grow worried as well. He’d gone years without seeing Josh, but he usually checked in or gave a forwarding address when he was going to be gone for a long period of time. This was pretty unusual, Josh was a planner and this was clearly not planned.

She finally appeared in the living room, eyes wide and skirt unzipped with one boot unlaced. Half-dressed and distressed at Jake’s words, but trying to mask it with disdain.

“Well, it’s not surprising at this point. It really doesn’t matter to us, does it?”

Jake shook his head in agreement and stood, “Then why don’t you finish getting ready so we can have a good time. You being sulky really doesn’t do it for me.”

“I’m not supposed to do anything for you anymore if I remember correctly,” She parses, walking back to her room. “Never again.” She repeats in a low voice Jake wasn’t sure was supposed to mimic his own.

He chuckles a little and looks at the dog sitting next to the spot he had just occupied. Rori stared blankly back at Jake, seeming to remember why he had found the demon traitorous before.

“I’m trying to be her mentor, damn,” Jake mumbles under his breath so hopefully only Rori hears him.

Jake promised the bar they were headed for wasn’t lame. The demon’s 6 month anniversary of being back Earth-side also happened to coincide with her ‘human’ birthday. They had made no progress on learning what she really was and she hadn’t had another panic attack yet so they were biding their time.

She was filled with melancholy as of late. Sad she wasn’t as happy as when she’d first come. Sad she still didn’t know who she was. And sad that Josh had abandoned her. She was fine…besides all of that.

With the search for her true identity on indefinite hold and Josh MIA, Jake was trying to be nice. And he really didn’t know how to do that. He had set up this birthday-anniversary soiree when she had mentioned it in passing one night when they were writing up their reports together. They had to, to ensure that both of them weren’t claiming they had created some new evil that they were stealing from the human’s creation. But she had mentioned it and with her so down in the mouth all the time, Jake thought that taking her out would help take her mind off of everything. He hadn’t planned on her being so fucking reluctant about it all, but he was trying in his own way to hide his disappointment.

He grabbed drinks from the bar immediately when they arrived, knowing she would probably want a bottle of red wine and himself a bottle of whiskey. He came to the barstool seats she had found in the corner with the two full bottles and two appropriate glasses. She appreciated his foresight about the amount of alcohol and his demon abilities at procurring these items.

For some reason, which definitely didn’t have to do with her sadness that she was fine about, she didn’t feel like dancing that night, content to watch Jake. Much to Jake’s chagrin.

“C’mon,” Jake almost pleaded, he was trying so hard to get her into the evening but she was half way through her wine and nowhere close to being the life of the party he knew she could be. “It’s your fucking birthday and you don’t look a day over 27.”

He winked with his stupid joke and she rolled her eyes at him, insisting he could go without her. “I’ll be happier over here. If I go out there, I might swallow someone whole.”

Jake tipped his head closer and she could smell the whiskey on his breath, his chest warm practically touching her nose. “You know that nobody would mind that.”

“You’ll get more action without me, Jake.” She presses on his chest, causing him to take a quick step back as he stares at her face intently. “I’d be way too distracting for anyone to even think of dancing with you.”

The smirk on her face makes Jake feel like he’s triumphed a little. It was a flicker of her happier, more confident self. That’s what he wanted for her. It was depressing to see a pretty much all-powerful being being all sad all the time. He blows a kiss her way and then saunters through the crowd, easily taking the center how she normally would.

He turns his body back to face her once he’s where he wishes to be and raises his chin, silently seeing if she’ll come join him one more time. She sips her wine in response and crosses her legs, relaxing her joints into the grooves of the wooden countertop.

Without much time for himself, women began to flock to Jake. It was hilarious to watch from an outsider’s perspective. He was given free shots left and right and she laughed to herself. She wasn’t sure if it was Jake’s demonic presence that encouraged the women or if it was simply the way he looked. He flashed an evil grin that human women took as charming. His black unbuttoned button down, tucked into his baggy black pants on one side while the other hung loose, he looked rugged and expensive. He had pulled his glasses down onto his face when he had entered the dance floor and maybe those shrouded him in mystery. His clean black boots had white embroidered snakes curling around the sides as if they disappeared up into his pants.

Sweat began to gather in the notch between his collarbones and at his temple the longer he stayed on the dance floor. He had a rotation of women dancing about him and he seemed to love the music that was playing. Y/N agreed, while she didn’t recognize the songs, she hadn’t immediately moved to change it upon their arrival.

Her eyes watched the way Jake’s body moved and was reminded of the way it had felt. She didn’t like to think about her first night with Jake often because it had been something special and beautiful which was so unlike anything else about their relationship. It was like that one night had existed outside of the reality in which they lived. Jake, after that, had been gruff and professional with her. Little comments here and there would slip through the cracks, but she chalked them up to demon nature.

That night was a microcosm. How he had writhed above her and done anything she asked. How she had laid in his arms afterward and felt safe and seen. It was unlike anything she had ever felt in this world and then it was ripped from her. It was painful to reminisce on it because she knew she could never have it that way again. Why? She wasn’t exactly sure, but she thought it was because Jake didn’t like that he had let someone in. She didn’t press, but sometimes late at night her mind would slip to memories of Jake on his knees and Jake inside her. Or right now.

She was watching him dance, women grinding themselves back onto him as he let his hair shake out behind his shoulders and she remembered what it had felt like to be in his powerful embrace. Like Josh, yet so extremely different. So different she couldn’t begin to think which she preferred. Given that Jake had shut her down about ever fucking again and her night with Josh had quite literally driven him away, she wasn’t exactly sure she’d ever have to choose since both of them had chosen for her.

As she wallowed in her dwindling wine, she allowed herself to wonder if this was all actually real and not just her own hell. A world where she was allegedly special, but in reality she was cursed. Cursed to have the two men she’d ever felt real connections with reject her after she’d had sex with them and then forced to live the rest of her time with them just out of her reach and have a mundane confusing existence as an ‘other’, an outsider, in the world she had once loved.

She shot straight up in her seat, discarding her wine with a finality to it and began to march through the crowd towards Jake. The bodies part for her to slip through easily except for the one woman who was currently trying to dry hump Jake. Y/N grimaced for a moment before her lips curled into a sickly sweet smile, her own version of the charming evil grin.

She wasn’t sure if Jake had noticed her yet, but if he had he had made no moves to remove the obstacle in between them. He either had his eyes closed behind the dark shades or was waiting to see what she would do.

“Sweetheart, can you hop off my boyfriend for a sec? I need to talk to the bastard.”

Her eyes began to glimmer a slight red as she watched the distress in the woman’s face grow. Y/N raised her eyebrows expectantly, still smiling, somewhat hoping the other woman would put up a fight.

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry, he didn’t say,” The stranger sputters and the demon bites back a laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, hon. Like I said, he’s a bastard.” She finishes her sentence with a wink and a light shove to the drunk woman so that she could get to Jake.

She could barely make out his eyes behind his glasses, so she took the liberty of taking them off of his face and placing them in his breast pocket. Something about the action made the skin on her neck prickle with memory, but then it was gone, distracted by Jake’s deep chuckle.

“Jealous, kid?” He tilts his head down and a little to the side so she can hear him.

“No,” She growls, getting pushed closer to Jake by the crowd, her hands landing on his chest as she tries to keep her distance but to no avail.

“It seems like my heavy bump and grind got your no-good-panties in a twist?” Further liquored up, Jake is slipping more than usual and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly close.

He had liked having a body close on the dance floor, but now that it was hers he was even happier. She could feel it.

“No, you absolute old man,” She groans, but can’t help the flutter of her eyelids towards Jake’s neck in all its sweat-glistening glory, now up close and personal.

“Says the demon who said ‘neato’ when I showed her how to use her television properly.”

“One time!” She shot back. “We’re getting off track. I stomped over here for a reason.”

“Because you want a piece of this action,” Jake nodded his head and chewed on the inside of his cheek, smirking at her.

Her nails dig into Jake’s chest and he quiets.

“Is this hell?” She hisses, eyes crazed.

“Pardon?”

“Is. This. Hell. Is this my secret punishment, men who have sex with me and then won’t touch me again. A mundane life, tormented by you two and some unknowable question of who I am.” She repeats her idea. “Am I being punished?”

Jake chuckles and swings her body around, scooping her off of her feet and taking them in a half circle. “Absolutely not. I would never agree to being a punishment demon. I’m way too old for that, I’m an Earth demon I promise.”

“But what if you’re just saying that so I won’t figure out that this is a fake earth? Or what if this is indeed Earth and I still was sent back as punishment and you’re lying?” She prods, poking her fingers into Jake’s skin.

He frowns, realizing how serious she was about this. His hands slide down to her hips, stilling the half-hearted dancing they’d been doing. “For real?”

She hums, mulling it over again. “Yeah. I need you to prove it somehow or else I’m ringing head office to say something about you and Josh’s alliance because, I swear, this is all fake.”

“Fuck,” He breathes. He yanks at one of her hands and immediately whisks them out onto the street.

Out on the dark pathway, the crowds of people seem to dissipate and gray, Jake’s doing. He was muting out the rest of the world so that he could focus on the problem that Y/N was becoming.

“You’re serious.” It’s not so much a question as a confirmation.

“Yes.”

“Well, how am I supposed to convince you it’s real?” He sounds annoyed but also a little desperate.

She scans his face, his brows furrowed and jaw clenched. At least he seemed genuinely disturbed by this situation. Maybe she was overreacting, maybe this all was just her brain trying to cope with everything that had happened in her life and death. Her mind was trying to rationalize a world that clearly wasn’t rational and it all felt like it was imploding because she was hitting a milestone. She felt more human than she ever felt her first 27 years on Earth.

Her intensity washed out of her, a doused fire simmering to a fizzle. Jake saw it in the droop of her arms and the way she dropped eye contact with him, instead scanning her feet that scuffed at the ground.

“Maybe I’m just sad on my stupid fucking birthday,” She says and Jake huffs, with a roll of his eyes.

“You can’t be serious,” Jake fires up. “You dragged me out of there because you’re sad on your birthday? You’re a fucking demon, just forget about it.” He had tried being nice, but the feeling of a heart attack that had come over him when she had said she’d call the head office had sent him into a desperate state. To have her so quickly blow it all off, summing it up to birthday blues. She was ridiculous.

“I want to go home, Jake.”

“You’re a fucking pest.” He spits.

“Fuck you,” She practically screams and turns to walk away. Jake’s hand grips her wrist and she tries to yank it free. “Let me go.”

“Stop. Okay, just stop. For one fucking second.”

She huffs and turns to Jake. His eyes are more of an orange than yellow right now and she’s not sure what that means. His hands move to her forearms and she can feel how tight his grip is on her, it scares her a little.

“Don’t ever,” He pauses, either for emphasis or to collect himself. “Scare me like that for some no good, stupid reason. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah, whatever…fuckin’ altar boy bitch.” She grumbled, moving to push past Jake. In an instant, she isn’t pushing past him down the street, instead into the dim hallway of his home. “What the…”

His hand was around her throat in an instant. He’d taken their impending fight to somewhere more private. She would’ve been impressed if she wasn’t so angry with him. His hand was forcing her to meet his eyes as he spoke slowly.

“I think you’re mad at me.” His eyes boring into hers. “Why are you mad, Sal? Because I was doing your job better than you? Can’t get it up anymore for evil after you got touched by an angel?” He keeps talking as she tries to yank away from his hold again. It felt like he was slipping into a demonic trance. “I think that’s your problem. Went and got fucked by an angel, he left and now you’re all mushy. Get over it. That’s not who you are”

Voice strained with the pressure on her neck, she hisses. “Why are you being such an asshole?”

He shrugs as if the question rolled off his back like water. He never answered her questions and it made her want to scream.

“I know how to deal with a brat when I see one, kid. And I know you, you’re a huge fucking brat when you don’t get what you want.”

She tried to shake off his grasp and Jake put more pressure on her skin. She fought back the moan in her throat. The pressure of his hands and his body, hard against her, paired with his harsh words – however she hated hearing them, sent spirals of electricity through her body. She wanted Jake and she missed Josh and she wished she’d never been sent here, but this was a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure.

“I think you were just pissed I didn’t have my attention all on you. That’s why we had to tear out of there. You wanted me to grab you by the hips and grind against you all night. Because you’re sad.” He pauses, inhaling her scent, eyes flickering to their usual sinister yellow. The fear and anger was intoxicating to him, just a little. “It’s not my fucking fault…”

She mumbles something out in a hoarse whisper.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” His grip loosens only slightly.

“Slut,” she repeats louder. “You were being a slut and it was embarassing. I think you loved it though. All those girls fawning over you, wanting me to want it. You were trying to make me jealous. Even though you always say never again, you still want it.”

Jake laughs cruelly, his nose trailing along the exposed skin of her jaw. “I can’t help it that they throw themselves at me. That last one was relentless, huh?”

The flicker of avoidance in her eyes catches Jake’s attention and like the demon he is, he zoned in on the hole in her armor. There was a sliver of truth in what Jake had been spouting for the last few minutes of this odd dance between fighting and foreplay.

He pressed closer and she fought back another moan. Jake took note of the way her legs shifted though and he knew.

He hummed, savoring the victory he knew he’d already gotten. “Did she get under your skin? How she was pressed up against me, writhing as if I already had my aching cock inside her rather than nestled between her pert ass cheeks? The tiniest jean shorts…”

She felt him against her thigh, throb and her eyes shut. Jake yanked at her hair with his other hand and flipped her around, assuming the position he had just described. His one hand was still at her throat and the other trailed down her back to press at her hip, keeping him close.

He put his lips to her ear. His breath was hot against her skin. Hot and insistent. Demonic. This was what he was at the end of the day. Who they both were. No matter how much he might want to change, old habits die hard.

“You know we could go back?” His tone is teasing, sinful. “Could fingerfuck you right in front of her if that’d make you feel better. Just to show her I’ve already got a play thing.”

She tried to keep her mouth shut. Saying everything she wanted to scream at him in her head.

She couldn’t help that she pressed back into him and Jake laughed again. “Fuck, you need it, yeah? My angel of a brother can’t give it to you like this, huh?” His grip tightens and she sputters out an expletive. “He ran off because of you, isn’t that right? He hated it so much.

“Shut up, Jake.” She gets out, her eyes frantically switching to black, pulling on any power that might help right now.

“I wouldn’t speak to me like that,” he warns, rocking his hips against hers. “Go to my room.”

She rolls her eyes, breath heaving when he releases his hold on her finally. She hates that he knows she’ll listen. She curses him as he watches her with a smugness in his jaw and complete arousal in his pants.

“I hate you,” She spits one last time.

“Yeah, right.” He smirks with a shake of his head.

She tried not to think about Josh as she sauntered to Jake’s room. How similar and yet how different he was to his demon counterpart. The sick notion (even as a demon, she thought it might be too far) that passed through her head of what it might be like to have them at the same time. Two sets of hands, two mouths, two of the same…and she knew they were oh so similar. She fell back onto his bed and wished Josh would appear, to offer his grace to this turbulent chase.

“What’re you thinking about in that evil head of yours, little one?” Jake appears in the doorway, his voice calmer now. She riled him up in ways he had never thought possible.

“Nothing.”

“I can make you tell me, you know that.”

She rolled her eyes, watching Jake crawl across the bed to her. His face was in her neck the moment he was close enough and she felt the drag of his teeth down the fragile skin.

“Don’t make me put you in your place.” He murmurs, his tongue flicking against her.

“How’re you gonna do that, oh powerful one?” After a moment's respite, she was feeling like taking some of the power back. With his hand no longer around her neck, she didn’t feel so trapped.

Jake chuckled darkly and then growled, “Watch.”

“I thought I was just your mentee and you were my mentor. Where'd that—Ow! Oh,” she paused at the feeling in her throat that had hurt but was quickly turning to ecstasy. “Fuckkk…Jake, what’re you–doing? Oh fuck!”

His teeth had sunk into her skin and she felt something hot and sticky rushing down her body. She gulped, gasping for air as she began to writhe and moan with no stimulation apart from whatever Jake was doing to her neck. He was moaning against her now too, with licks and slurps to the fresh open wound on her.

“Tell me what you were thinking,” he repeats when he pulls back, drops of dark inky blood racing down his chin as he stares at her with his yellow eyes tinged red. “Or I’ll drain you.”

“You wouldn’t,” she gasped, voice choppy. “You can’t! They’ll call you down for a trial before the dark council, for sure.”

“You’re right. Maybe I’d get some straight answers on who you are then,” Jake grins and some of his teeth are sharper than she’s ever seen. His fingers are at her thighs again, teasing. “But I’ll bring you so close to the edge that you’ll tell me what you’re thinking because you’re so weak from the terrible mix of pleasure and pain and maybe then some. Wouldn’t you rather just tell me now so we can save the recovery period and I can fuck you into next week instead?”

There’s a moment of silence. Her mind racing and attempting some sort of coherency with the head rush Jake drinking her blood had just caused. A mix of desire and pain and surprise and fear and hot, heady ecstasy.

“You and Josh. Both,” she manages to choke out.

Jake’s response is immediate, his eyes still staring into hers. “Absolute fucking slut,” Jake laughs. It’s almost painful in its sound. “It’s incredible they didn’t just make you a succubus…Now that wasn’t so hard was it.”

“Jake…”she whined, the slick of the blood on her throat was drifting down her chest.

He leaned down at her voice and lapped at it, then he ran a hand gently over the wound, effectively closing it right back up.

“Good as new,” He whispers, his voice soft and private. Completely different than moment’s ago. Knowing Jake was like experiencing constant whiplash. Exciting, but dangerous.

Her legs shift as Jake’s knee presses against her heat. He smiles, teeth no longer as sharp as they were. More a man than a monster visually, but now she was certain she’d never forget the animal inside him. Enticing as it was.

“Alright alright. You want me to fill this pussy, yeah?” His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of the panties that still covered her. He had magicked away all of their clothes except under garments when he’d first slid over her and she’d barely registered it.

“Fuck it so good you forget all about my brother? How’s that?” His fingers play between her quivering slit, messy with her wetness. He hums, middle finger wandering to prod at her entrance that was throbbing to the sound of his voice. “Yeah you want that I can tell.”

She whined, completely at the mercy of his hands, barely aware of the actual words he spoke and just riding the sweet current of his gruff voice. The most perfect timbre. It made her nipples peak and her legs spread wider. She just wanted him to consume her.

Effectively, she has forgotten about Josh and she can barely compare this Jake to the first time she had him. It’s like they were two completely different people. Tonight, she was lost in Jake in unfamiliar ways. His scent encased her. Sweat and fire burning. Still a little bit of nickel in the air from her blood, she tasted it on his tongue.

As his fingers opened her up, he thrusted into her thigh, wanting to sink into her. She moaned at the feeling of him hot and hard against her. Her hands grabbing at his shoulders as his lips laid brazen kisses across her healed neck and heaving chest. Jake brought her to the edge a few times, making her scream and shake before he gave in to what they both truly wanted.

His cock was just as beautiful as she remembered. Thick and heavy as it gleamed between their bodies. Jake’s eyes caught hers as she stared and he smirked, leaning forward to drag it through her folds while she watched. The sound of her slickness fell over their ears, mixing with heavy breathing. She shook slightly at the sensation of the head dragging over her sensitive clit and she whimpered when Jake prodded it against her entrance.

“Good fucking girl,” He groaned as he slid in.

She moaned his name back and he gifted a sweet kiss to her lips. One of the first tonight. He began to thrust in and out steadily. The slick sound between them only growing. A red light flickered around them as he sped up. Her fingers gripped tighter against his clammy skin, nails digging in and leaving jagged lines. He groaned at the pain, pushing harder.

Their breathing melded, their bodies working in tandem. He’d grow close and slip out of her, making her whine and then he’d move to another position he remembered her enjoying. She wished he’d speak more. He’d grown quiet, heaving, stuttering breaths, some of the only sounds leaving him since he’d entered her.

She knew he was close when he brought her back to missionary. Thrusting faster, breathing more erratic than before. His voice seemed to have come back to him as he babbled. “Swear you’ve got a magic pussy. So wet and perfect,” he sighed. “My cock wants to live here, Sal.”

She moaned in response but something felt off. Jake was cumming in seconds causing her to tighten with his release, an orgasmic cloud fogging her mind. Forgetting what she was disturbed by for a few minutes as they basked in the afterglow.

Jake rolled off of her and touched his fingers against the edge of his sheets, lightly singed. That was new. Their breathing evened and she felt herself curl into Jake’s side. His hand came to her shoulder protectively.

Her voice comes out as a whisper, “Don’t call me that again.”

“What?” Jake racks his brain for the names he had called her, wondering which one had been too far.

“Sal.” She responds calmly, her body feeling light, except that one nagging feeling. “I don’t think that’s my name.”

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cal-a-bungaa · 8 months

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The Realm

The Realm Part 7 - Prince!Jake Kiszka

Synopsis: In the heat of danger, love will always conquer

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Mentions of death and war, sexual acts and language, descriptions of child birth, swearing and violence. Fluff.

Enjoy (please don't throw things at me) and thank you to the amazing @capturethechaos for reading it over and to @writingcold for your wonderful commentary and help planning this series!!

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Jake POV

Jake had stepped foot in this room only once before, the night he agreed to become a married man. It was different from Josh’s- his war room. The walls here were decorated in different weapons that had been favored by the late king, no intricately stitched curtains hanging from the windows. It was bleak, cold and the sense of dread flooded his senses for what’s to come. He could tell how uncomfortable she was being in here; the way she stiffened after seeing the collected layer of dust across the table, dragging the tips of her fingers through it. Whether she liked it or not, she’d best get used to it- they’ll both be in here quite a lot until the enemy is defeated.

The sunsets rose hues beamed through the arched windows, dusting over her soft skin. Even as Jake stares at her in awe, he cannot help but think of the knife that dangles above her head in the shape of a crown. He even thinks of his brother- how Josh loved the color pink, always opting to sniff the coral tinted roses in his private garden. He’d always sneak them into Jake’s chambers though he was adamant of his distaste towards the sweet scented flowers. Now Jake looks back and wishes that he could rewind and have those damn flowers on his nightstand to fall asleep next to. Or even some to give to the woman before him. The rose bushes his brother hid from the groundskeeper have probably all wilted away by now, no longer having the proper care that they need.

She was silent by the window, taking in the rolling hills and tall mountains in the distance. The sky's color enhanced the lighter streaks in her hair and the color of her lips. He needed to keep her safe like he wished to with Josh, but now he is sure he will even if it costs him his own life. He would rather a sword pierce his heart than have it shatter all over again. Jake would rather cough up his own blood than to have his hands covered in others that he loves. He leans his hip into the hardwood, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re scared.” Jake says, taking in her figure. Her stiff shoulders, and the way her teeth chew into her bottom lip are dead giveaways of her fear.

He sees the way she immediately tries to fix her posture. “I am not.” Jake rolls his eyes.

Jake doesn’t say anything else, opting to approach her from behind. He sees her reflection in the glass, eyes so unsure of what’s to come and what will happen to either of them. It’s clear to him that she doesn’t want him to die, but she’s not ready to die herself. His fingertips run down the expanse of her arm, sending shivers down her spine at the contact.

“I am a feather disguised as steel…” Jake furrows his brows, confused on why she switched so suddenly. The queen before him has curled back in on herself to be the quiet princess she once was.

Jake takes hold of her wrist, spinning her towards him. She refuses to meet his eyes, succumbing to the thought that she is weak. He reaches out to slowly lift her chin. “You are steel, not even I can break through,” She shakes her head in disagreement, “Don’t do that. Do not doubt yourself. You are strong if you will yourself to be.”

She shakes his grip off, fuming at his words. “I am sick to death of hearing how strong I am.” The queen before him was fuming and he did not know how to calm her. He believed her to be strong regardless of what he had said in their heated moments. She was nothing close to being a feather.

If she wished to be a feather then so be it- Jake would take it upon himself to be the steel, but she can be her own if she only believed it so. He couldn’t do anything besides nod and remain silent, not wanting to push the topic. She turns back towards the window, promptly ignoring his remaining presence. The rose sky had darked to a purple, letting the stars shine through and the only light to illuminate the room being the flickering flames of melting candles. He wanted to assure her that she had that strength and bravery hidden within herself, she showed that side to him hours ago. Circling him with his own sword was strength in itself, it was a wonder to him how she could believe such a thing. Jake had placed both palms on the smooth wooden surface of the war table, letting his eyes fall over the map laid out. In the east corner of the map, a strange marking presented itself. Looking closer at it, the name of the landmark had been scratched out with ink. Possibly a fallen kingdom, abandoned fort or village, Jake is not sure. The map that Josh had laid out for the attack on Weria showed no such thing.

A knock rang through the ever so silent room, her council seconds later piling into the dreary room. It felt as if he was reliving the past. Except for the fact that his brother was not beside him and won’t be again. She’d stepped forward, taking her spot next to Jake. All eyes rested upon her with questions, doubt, and impatience. It angered the king by just their stares, if anyone dared speak a belittling word towards her, they’d be dead on the cold floor instantly.

She took another step forward, placing her palms on the table as well. “As you all have heard, there is a threat out there that wishes death upon the king and I,” She speaks unwavering. Her pinky stretches out, ever so lightly brushing against his own. “We must put an end to this newfound enemy before more damage to the realm can be done.”

Jake takes it upon himself to shift his hand closer to hers, pinkies now linked together for everyone to see. He coughs before speaking up, “I will be on the frontlines as that is what I know, I will fight to keep us safe.” he glances over to his queen, seeing a twitch in the corner of her mouth.

“Your majesties, if I may,” the councilman pauses, “how are we to know where this enemy lies? If we do not know, we cannot plan.”

Jake can tell a condescending tone as if he could see it, he’d grown up around it being a spare but for them to talk to her as such was not something he’d tolerate. “Send units out to scour the woods, search every abandoned building. We could even send parties to this area.” Jake points to the scribbled out lettering.

All eyes slightly widen at his suggestion. Panic and tension in the room quickly rises when she peels her hand from his. Jake quirks an eyebrow at her, confused on everything that is currently happening.

“Sir Jake, with all respect, we do not enter that area. It is a place of death and ruin.”

Her touch reappears on the small of his back. He can finally feel her touch through the thin linen drawstring shirt he changed to. Jake wants to return subtle touches, but is too far invested in why that particular area makes everyone spiral into a panic.

“And with all respect, that is our best option. There must be a reason as to why and how the enemy travels so silently to Weria.” Jake snaps back with a condescending tone of his own. If the councilman could without having his head removed or being thrown in the dungeons, he'd probably laugh at a spare and a queen directing them through a war.

For a moment Jake thinks he has defeated the council in their fight to reject that idea. “You do not know the land like we do, do not speak as if you do.”

Jake feels her nails sink into the skin of his back, a sign of her irritation. He has to swallow a groan at the pain, but also the shooting ropes of pleasure that travel to his cock.

“Councilman, you will not speak to your king as such. Mind your mouth.” your king. That has Jake acting out of reflex, reaching around her to place his hand on the small of back, dipping his hand a little too low in a room full of people.

Looking over at her, he finds her already searching for his eyes. There’s a daring look swirling within them, hypnotizing Jake into pushing it further. At her silent command, his hand slides down the curve of her ass, gripping it tightly- surely enough to leave little bruises. She was his queen even if in this lifetime they were not to be wed. He wanted to feel more of her- more of her touch, for her to feel more of his and to hear the angelic sounds she’d let out beneath him.

The councilmen all continued on about how that area was off limits and no one should dare enter unless they had a death wish. Jake could see the annoyance on her face, matching his own. “We will send men there and that is final. You best trust your king's word, next time will not be excused.” She threatens.

With a wave of her hand, they bow their heads and leave. Not a single one of them agreed, but didn’t argue after their queen spoke against them. Jake squeezes the flesh of her ass once more before removing his hand from her all together. He takes steps away from her, examining her as she stands agitated before him because of this war and because he neglects her of what she wants.

She stares him down, no longer wanting to be the first to make such a daring move. She wanted him to show her how he needed her to want him. But Jake wasn’t going to give it to her so easily.

“Let me show you to your chambers, my queen.” he shoots her a sly grin, lending out his hand for her to take.

The queen squints her eyes, huffing out a breath. “I think I’ll stay here awhile, thank you.” Jake’s grin grows hearing how disheartened she is at what she takes is his rejection of her.

“Would you rather me ravish you here?” He cocks his head at her.

A blush spread across her cheeks. Even after clearing her throat, her voice still cracks, “Perhaps I would.”

Jake steps towards her, not yet wanting to be too close to her as he’d give in to his desires. He wanted to make it last- wanted to look at her- to see all of those gorgeous expressions she’ll make when he does touch her.

“Then tell me what you’d like for me to do.”

She wets her lips, “Love me.”

Jake couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. In quick strides he wrapped himself around her, letting his heart lead him to the one thing it now called home. His hands encased her cheeks, pushing his lips to hers. Her hands tangle themselves in the fabric of his loose shirt that hides little to the imagination. Jake’s tongue swipes against her bottom lip, wanting to taste more of her. She quickly responds, taking a taste for herself too. Both of them devour each other, taking in everything the other has to give- an outpour of their love.

“Jake… please.” she whispers against his lips, slick with her saliva.

He parts from her, seeing the desperation and need in her eyes. He travels on hand from her face to rest on her waist. “You are a queen, do not beg, my love.”

She takes that in, letting it sink in her mind that she has the power over him body and soul. She fully parts from him, lifting herself onto the surface of the table. Jake watches her in awe, seeing how disheveled she is by just sharing a kiss. She no longer simply wants him, she needs him. His queen teases him, spreading her legs and ever so slowly lifting the hem of her dress to reveal her perfect legs. A few bruises paint her skin, he is sure from the night she spoke about when the cut on her neck was made.

Jake wishes she would hurry and reveal herself to him, but he appreciates getting to view every little part there is to her. Once she pulls the dress to her thighs, the king sinks to his knees- a forbidden act upon royals. No man or woman that dons a crown may sink to their knees before anyone- not even another royal. Jake would break that absurd law as many times as she would let him.

His palms smooth over the expanse of her legs, from her calves to her plush thighs. Their final destination are her knees, slightly pushing them apart for him to fit between them. Jake stares into her lustful eyes, giving the inside of her knee a kiss, letting his tongue peak out to wet her skin. He can see the rise and fall of her chest- the way she is trying to not fall apart at the simplest of things.

Jake rests his head on her thigh, letting himself appreciate the woman that towered over him. “If only you could see what I see- you are so beautiful.”

“I’m quite happy with my view.” She flashes him that smile that he hasn’t seen in far too long. A genuine smile, one that radiates light like his brothers.

The king lets himself smile back at her, rising back to his feet. Jake feels his desires running wild, needing to calm them down by backing away from what’s tempting him most. Meeting at eye level again, he leans his forehead into hers. His breathing is uneven as is hers. Jake’s eyes close and lifts his head to press a feathery light kiss to the crown of her head.

“I will not take what is yours from you just yet.”

With that, Jake separates himself from her completely. He watches the way she becomes aware of what he’s said and the shyness he knew hadn’t left her return. She awkwardly shuffles around, fixing herself to look presentable. Dare he say it was quite adorable watching her frantically fix her dress and hair to make it look like treasonous acts hadn’t just taken place in here. New wrinkles had formed in the fabric of her gown and strands of her hair poked out in odd directions.

“In time, love. I simply wish to give you all of my love before my cock.” The queen's eyes widened in horror at his vulgarity. Her face turned beet red in embarrassment. Jake chuckled.

“Jacob! You mustn't speak like that!” She whisper-yells at him as if anyone was truly listening in on their conversation.

He releases a belly laugh at her reaction, she truly was so pure. It was as if she wasn’t just hiking up her skirts to reveal herself to him, begging for him to ravish her right on that table. There was still so much to learn about her and he was excited to take this ride with her.

Jake coughs, letting himself calm down from his fit of laughter. “Let me take you to your chambers.”

She doesn’t respond, still embarrassed. The beautiful girl turns her back and makes her way to the doors that lead to the darkened hallway lined with guards.

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You wanted him to take what was yours. The real battle was coming soon and if Jake was to be on the front lines, who knew if he’d make it back to you. You’re scared that you will live the rest of your life without knowing him. You’re more than aware that there is much to make up for before that point, but the way you were testing each other in the war room had you worked up in a way you’d never felt before meeting Jake.

His footsteps echoed your own, but you were far too sheepish to look back at him. You wanted his hand in yours, but without having to ask him brought on a new problem. Jake was watching you, you could feel his eyes burning holes through your dress as you walked. His stare reignited that fire within your core without having to turn back. Just his presence alone was a safety net, one you could fall into and be swallowed whole. You were sure Jake could see the way you clench your fists, bunching up the ruined fabric of your dress. His sole being is enough to have your knees shaking and heart drumming against your chest- he doesn’t have to say a word or lay a single finger upon your skin.

Guards follow five steps behind Jake, ensuring your safety and his. The amount of guards with you at all times has now been upped by the demand of the king himself, putting his men to work at protecting you. It is not long before the door of your chambers comes into your line of sight. What lurked behind the doors still had you petrified- unable to step one foot in without wanting to search every crevice of the room. Rats lay low, they stay hidden away from the naked eye. You did not want them to reappear and this time have a fatal victory.

You hesitate to grab the handle to open the doors, not wanting to see what waits for you inside. Slowly you turn your head back to look at Jake who seems more or less unbothered, unaware of your uneasiness. But his actions tell you otherwise, his simple nod for you to open the doors is reassuring. You knew with him around, nothing would harm you.

The dark room was coated with a sweet scent of roses, the one you found so comforting once upon a time. The moon's light shines ever so brightly through the windows. Your box of memories remains open on the floor, its contents scattered around it. If Jake were to see you’ve kept such ridiculous items, he’d laugh and taunt you for ages. But in the moment you could care less, you needed him with you more than ever.

You shook your head back at him, speaking to him in silence that you could not enter. “Please stay for the night.” you whisper.

The corners of his lips turn upwards. “And what would the councilmen think of you inviting me into your chambers?” Jake jests. You knew it was him poking fun, trying to lighten your heavy heart but you simply needed him to watch over you in the night.

“Jake, I’m not strong- I’m afraid.”

His warmth washes over you, allowing some of your unease to dissipate. “I will not let you be harmed,” His tone has softened greatly. Jake’s hand finds its place on the small of your back, gently ushering you into the room. “I will stay.”

You knew of the rumors that would spread from this, but that is beyond you. As long as you could safely sleep beside the one you wanted most, you’d deal with anything thrown at the two of you. Jake guides you into the darkened room, making haste to shut the door behind him and lighting the candles on your bedside table.

There’s be many times in the past that you have shared a bed with Jake, but tonight felt different. The two of you have been through so much that it almost felt wrong at this time to even consider reliving these moments. You watched him pace around the room, finding the different sources of light so the dark could not cause any more damage to your mind. It felt so domestic to have him this way. It felt too real- too soon and too calm.

As Jake goes to light the last candle on its stand, he looks back over his shoulder at you. “You’ll be uncomfortable sleeping in that.” He looks you up and down.

For the umpteenth time that night a blush rises to your cheeks. He was right of course, but to change before him when he has never seen your body was another challenge that you thought you were ready to face. Bravery was not something you held within you, it was a mere act for people to not look down upon your ruling. Jake didn’t bother turning back to the melted candle, keeping his focus on you.

“Look away then.” and he does as you wish.

You reach behind you to untie the corset that secured the dress to your body. Unable to reach the ribbon that lies between your shoulder blades. You huff in annoyance, succumbing to the fact that you will need help to be released from the imprisonment you forced yourself into.

“Help, please…” you say in a hushed tone.

It’s as if he were waiting for you to ask for his assistance, whipping around to grab the ribbon and pull it from its knot slowly. His fingertips brush against the skin of your back with each loosening of each crossover. What felt like forever was just a few seconds, he quickly but smoothly made work of the corset. When it was fully undone, the sleeves of your dress dropped, revealing your bare shoulders to him and the crisp night air.

Before leaving you to strip bare and change, Jake plants a wet kiss on each of your shoulders. Your heart felt like it was going to burst through your chest at his affections. Though he was in your room with you was familiar, there was a shift in the air- something more heartfelt and heavy. Once you feel his gaze leave you, you drop your dress to pool at your feet on the bear skin rug. You step out of the melted fabric and out of the painful heels you donned all day. Your nightgown rested on the back of your desk chair. You slipped it over quickly, afraid of what would happen if Jake were to see you in such a scandalous state- not that he hadn’t earlier, but now would be the time something more was going to happen if it were.

The small mirror on your desk showed your reflection in it, the way you wore such a remarkable staple on your head while being in a place that you could not hold onto it too tightly without cutting through your palms. You watch it be removed from your body to rest on the grainy old wood, not the best place for it to go but it wasn’t very precious to you. You see the way your styled locks roll down to their rightful place. Being like this made you feel normaal, like a kingdom didn’t lay its lives upon you. You’d wondered if Jake felt the same being in the same position or if it had truly sunk in for him yet.

“Quit judging yourself, you’re beautiful,” Jake’s voice startles you, having forgotten he was even in the same room. “Come to bed.”

What you would give to hear those words for the remainder of your days was above you. He made it sound like heaven to lay beside him every night and fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing. On a normal night you’d let the handmaids brush through your hair and scrub you down, but tonight you couldn’t be bothered to look perfect. You wanted him to see you and only you. The real you.

The way he laid so contently in your bed gave you hope in how this could be your view for eternity. His arms were crossed behind his head, one leg propped up on the other. He looked gorgeous. It’s one of the few times you’ve seen him fully relaxed. His gaze follows you as you approach the opposite side of the bed. You go to lift the layers of blankets only to be beaten to it, Jake peels them back for you. Slithering into bed, he shifts to his side, hand holding his head up and the other reaching to smooth your wild hair.

No other words are said that night, you can see his lips moving but cannot make out what he’s saying. Your eyes grow heavy and eventually everything around you fades to black.

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You stand in the long hallway of your home, the one that leads to your mother and fathers chambers. Loud painful cries erupt from behind the closed doors. You can see the uneasiness in the guards standing watch and in the castle staff that are gathered outside the room. In the distance, you can recognise the voices from inside the room- you mother and your father, speaking to one another. One was panicked and the other calming and reassuring. Groans of pain come from one of them.

In a state of panic you race towards the room, shoving those who block your path out of your way. You go to push the doors open only to find you fall right through them. On your hands and knees, you look up to see a terrifying scene. Your mother laid on the grand bed, face as a white as a ghost in a pool of blood with sweat shining on her forehead. Your father held one of her hands in both of his to his mouth, his eyes told you that he was scared.

Doctors and nurses stood at the foot of the bed between your mothers legs, giving her signs of when she should start again. To your horror, your mothers screams come again but louder now that you have a front row seat to this gruesome scene. Her body lifts from the pile of pillows that held her weight, squeezing the life from your fathers hand.

Eventually it all went silent for a moment. A moment of fear washed over all of their faces. The doctor held something you could not see. Your mother had started to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks as she buried her face in your fathers chest. Even his eyes turned red, fearing the worst. But then a shrill cry filled the silent room.

“It’s a boy your majesties!”

A commotion happens and you see that eventually your mother takes hold of the babe, cradling him in her arms. She looked at him with such adoration. She used to look at you that same way.

“Well, hello there Prince Daniel.” The first born son of Weria and the first of his name.

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Imperfect Moments - Chapter Seven

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: just under 2.4k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, a little angsty (okay so each chapter is a little angsty), language, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, masterbation (f. and m.)

Recovering from the weekend proved to be a daunting task. Jake hadn’t left your apartment until late Monday morning and by the time you’d even realized that a new week had begun, you were so unprepared for work that you decided to call out of your afternoon shift.

With an entire day’s worth of free time now on your hands, you choose to catch up on the few chores that you’d ignored while dealing with… everything. Once the dishes in the sink are clean, wine bottles in the trash and your discarded dress plucked up from the kitchen floor, you move to your bedroom to gather more laundry. But when you get there, you notice you can still smell him. Breathing deeply and stepping toward the bed, you find that the scent of him is all over your sheets, your pillowcases.

The sheets don’t make it into the washing machine.

You don’t call Josh until much later that night, snuggled into those sheets and letting the remnants of his brother’s aroma calm your nerves. He’d left you alone after your last conversation, no more texts or missed calls and you figure he must have been satisfied that you were fine and would be willing to talk, on your terms.

The phone only rings twice before he answers it.

“Darling, how are you?” The name makes your stomach turn this time. He doesn’t mean anything by it, he never did and that truth has been solidified over the last two days. “You can be honest with me now that you’re alone.”

You let your eyes roll. “I’m fine Josh, really. I just needed some time to think.”

“Yes, I’m sure you got a lot of thinking done last night.” It doesn’t sound malicious, there’s almost laughter in his tone before it turns serious. “I really am sorry… for everything.”

Not ready to let him off the hook, you press him for more. “What is everything, exactly?”

“You know…”

“I do know. But you need to say it, you owe me that.”

He stays silent and you can imagine him chewing over his bottom lip with his perfect teeth, running a hand through his fluffy curls that have grown a touch too long. You hear him draw a deep breath in through his nose and release it on a sigh.

“I’m sorry I don’t feel the same way.” That’s not what you were expecting him to say. “I need you to know that I do love you, deeply. I just… you’re my friend, Y/N. My best friend. And you’re so special to me, bright and lovely and I don’t tell you enough.”

Your eyes have welled up, but you don’t feel the sadness you’d been anticipating.

“I’m sorry for how I behaved on Saturday. All of it. Before the show… after. I can’t believe I spoke to you that way, I- it was very… jarring to find you like that. With Jake.”

Oh god. You’re not sure that you’re mentally prepared to talk to him about Jake. “Josh, I-“

“No, let me get this out. I could never understand why he didn’t like you, you’re very pleasant to be around.” He laughs dryly at that. “But he had been very concerned about you before the show. It was odd, he seemed to be mad at me when I told him you weren’t coming. Imagine my surprise when I found you in such a compromising position, in the dark. It all clicked into place.”

“What does that mean?”

“What do you think it means, darling?” You don’t have an answer, you’re more curious about how Josh’s mind interpreted the situation. When you don’t speak, he fills in the blanks.

“He’s attracted to you. Sneaky bastard, he’s been hiding it all this time. The two of you are quite similar.”

“Attracted” to you? It occurs to you that Jake hasn’t told him what actually happened in the hallway.

“Have you talked to him?” About me, did he talk about me?

“I have… What are you digging for? Wanna know if he told me about his romp in your sheets?” Your jaw drops and though he can’t see it, he’s said it for exactly that reaction. “I’m joking.”

Nervous laughter bubbles from your throat.

“He did talk to me about you. Not about that though, I promise. He assured me that you had a nice evening and that you seemed to be okay, ya know, after everything that happened. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Am I?

“Yes. I am, I swear. Are we okay Josh?”

“You tell me darling.”

“I want us to be. I miss my best friend…” You mean it with all your heart, though your feelings are shifting as you speak. It’s not possible to fall out of love with someone overnight, you think, but this particular overnight spent in the arms of his twin has changed things.

“I miss mine too. Can I see you? Soon?”

“Yeah.. um, I called out of work today so I’ll probably have to go in on my day off. Maybe this weekend?”

“Called out of work huh, that’s not like you. What did my brother do to you?”

Fucked my brains out, let me get a little drunk, made love to me in the morning… “Not funny.”

His laughter is sharp and genuine and you join him in it. “This weekend, we’ll do something. Don’t be a stranger, darling, please?”

“I won’t, I promise. Talk soon?”

“We will. Sleep well Y/N.”

“You too… goodnight Josh.”

When the call ends, a sigh of relief whooshes from your lungs. As you roll to plug your phone in, you see some missed texts.

Jake K: I hope you had a good day

Jake K: And night. Sleep well Y/N

It’s alarming how similar they are, especially when you’ve spent so long thinking they were complete opposites. You know you need to catch up on sleep, but you can’t resist unplugging it and answering him.

Me: I did, and I will. I hope you do too ☺️

The bubble indicating his incoming reply appears immediately.

Jake K: I think I’d sleep better with your ass pushed against me

You laugh aloud at the brashness, but can’t help remembering how you’d woken up this morning.

Jake K: Sorry

Jake K: It’s true though, I wish you were next to me

This is a game you’re interested in playing, so you set him up for it.

Me: That would be nice. What would you do if I was in your bed right now?

It feels ridiculous but you hit send anyway, your cheeks already warm with self-consciousness. The bubble appears and disappears a couple of times, but instead of a text in reply, he’s sent a voice memo. Another laugh bursts from your lips, you can’t imagine any one of the Kiszkas knowing how to use that feature of their phones.

As soon as you hit play, his voice comes through the speaker. It’s low and deep, you think he’s probably speaking softly so as not to be overheard but you close your eyes and picture him. You have no idea what his bedroom looks like but you picture him in a king size bed, tan skin against white sheets, dark hair spread over his pillows.

“What are you playing at sweetheart? Want me to talk dirty to you so you can do my job yourself? Play with your perfect cunt until you cum on your pretty fingers and fall asleep wishing it had been me? I can play that game… if you were in my bed, I’d have my face buried between your thighs, making you cum on my tongue and fingers over and over again until you’re crying, begging me to fuck you. Shit…”

He’d trailed off and ended the recording, sent it just like that. Another text comes through as soon as you’ve heard the end of it.

Jake K: Come over

Me: You know I can’t

You almost want to, want to throw your clothes back on and speed to their house, throw yourself at his feet and let him do whatever he wants to you. He knew he’d have that effect on you, knew you’d be throbbing and wet from his voice alone.

Jake K: That’s a shame, I’d love to have my dick sucked right about now

The crassness sets your cheeks aflame but you can feel the material between your legs getting damp. You decide to test the boundaries of this conversation as you settle into your pillows and let your free hand slide into your underwear.

Me: I guess you’ll have to call someone else ☹️

Jake K: Fuck no

Jake K: Only you

Jake K: Eager little thing, no one’s as good as you

Your fingers are already tucked inside, pumping softly and soaked in your arousal, palm rocking into your clit. You need more, more of his voice, so before you can overthink it you’re opening his contact and hitting Call.

“Y/N?” His voice is still low, only barely lifting in question, and it sounds strained. You picture him with his hand wrapped around his dick, you hope that it is. When all he can hear is your labored breathing come over the line, he continues. “Fuck sweetheart, are you touching yourself?”

“Mm hmm… are you?”

“You know I am, dirty girl. Wish it was you though.”

“Me too, mmm talk to me, tell me more about what you would do. If we were together…” Your fingers are already hovering over your clit, waiting for him to speak.

“Christ, you wanna know how I’d fuck you right now?” You whine in reply as you swirl your fingertips over yourself. “Filthy, nice and dirty, put you on your knees and bend you over. Watch your ass bounce every time I fuck into you. Do you like it like that, love?”

His voice is rough now, gravelly. You can almost feel the vibration of it as your fingers pick up speed.

“Yeah, I fucking love it.” You can hear his breaths, rapid and shallow and you picture his grip on his cock getting tighter as he works himself over. “More.”

He grunts in response. “I’d mark you up, with my teeth, my hands. Bright red prints on your ass and thighs, paint your throat purple. Everyone would know what you let me do.”

“I want them to know,” a low moan rips from your lips at the thought of it, of everyone seeing the evidence of where he’d been.

“Yeah? Want the world to know I’m yours and I’d do anything to make you cum? All the dirty things you want, anything to make you happy.”

“Fuck baby,” his breath hitches and releases on a long groan when you say it, “Are you close? Want you to cum with me…”

“So close, wish I could see you right now, watch you making a mess all over your hand, know you look absolutely sinful.”

“Jake, Jake I’m gonna- I’m cumming, fuck. Jaaaake…” The way his name squeezes its way from deep in your throat has his hips bucking to meet his fist and he’s letting go with you, his release hitting his stomach and spilling over his fingers.

You both stay quiet as you catch your breath, listen to each other draw in air and release it. Now that it’s over, you’re not sure what to say.

“That was a nice surprise sweetheart. Didn’t know I’d be into phone sex.” He chuckles warmly and you smile to yourself.

“Me either…”

“You’ve never done that before? You just called me with your hand in your panties on a whim?” The genuine surprise in his voice almost makes you feel proud of yourself. You’ve shocked him for once.

“It seemed appropriate. Your voice memo… I just thought-“

“Don’t second guess yourself now, that was so fucking hot. What am I gonna do with you?”

Whatever you want. “I dunno, I guess we’ll just have to see what happens.”

“Yeah… yeah I suppose you’re right. You going to bed now?” His voice is laced with fatigue already, and you can feel it taking over your body as well.

“I am, you should too. Get your beauty rest.”

“You calling me ugly, Y/L/N?”

“I could never…” A pleased hum hits your ear as you both recollect the night before. “Can I see you soon?”

“Whenever you want. Say the word and I’ll be there.”

“This week? I have to work but we could have dinner, or something… I’m supposed to hang out with Josh this weekend.” As soon as you say it you think it’s going to put a damper on the close of this conversation, but he smiles before replying.

“Good, that’s good. You talked to him?”

“I did, it went well. Did you… tell him anything? About us?”

He did, but left out the gritty details. He’d also ripped into Josh for how poorly he’d treated you, how he’d disrespected your request that he leave you alone. Josh had scoffed in offense, told Jake to mind his own business.

It is my fucking business now, Josh. You hurt her, and you need to make it right. She deserves better.

“I told him that you needed a friend, that I wanted to be there for you.”

“I’m sure he was confused. He thought you hated me too, ya know.”

Is that what you were doing at her place all night, giving her “better?” Is this like… a thing now?

“He had… concerns. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Seriously, I can hear you worrying about it.” When you giggle and follow it up with a yawn, he yawns in return. “Go to sleep, pretty girl. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

“Okay pretty boy, tomorrow…”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Jake…”

You end the call before the silence can linger, before you let yourself cling to any last words you could stumble over.

Once you check that your alarm is set and your phone is plugged back in, you snuggle into your blanket and take a deep breath against your pillow. The pillow Jake had slept on. It still smells like him.

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The Baby Series: The Birth

A/N: well. . . here we are:) the moment everyone has been waiting for. Thank you to everyone who has joined the journey and stuck around. It really means so much to me.

warnings: child birth, blood, surgery, cursing. tooth rotting fluff word count: 8.5k mastertlist

JOSH:

It had been a week since you arrived at the cabin, just you and Josh. You guys loved it, being able to spend the last couple days just you two before the arrival of your son. You guys had basically gone unplugged, deleting social media, and only using your phones for basic communication and sending updates to immediate family. Josh had gotten a lot of songwriting done, his muse being you. He’d sit and watch you as you painted or drew in the morning sun, and his mind would run wild. He’d close his eyes and picture the next years of his life; you, his son, his family.

You stretched in the sun as you stood on the balcony, and that’s when you felt it. You gasped, your hand going to your belly. You had been having contractions for the past couple weeks, but these ones felt different, more powerful and lasting longer. You took a deep breath and walked into the living room where Josh was playing the piano.

“Joshua?” You called out to him.

“Yes mama?” He asked you, turning around from the piano.

“I think we’re going to have a baby today,” You smiled. Josh quickly stood up from the piano, running over to you. He placed his hands on your belly right as a contraction hit, feeling the tightening of your belly. He remembered what Allison had taught him and counted the seconds until the muscles relaxed.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” He said softly, looking up at you. His body was tense but seeing your calm expression made him relax a bit, “Sit down, I’m gonna send Allison and my mom a text. Anything else you need? How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” You said, anxiety laced in your voice, “A little scared. I mean, this is it,”

“This is it,” Josh sighed and kissed your lips. He helped you sit on the couch, and went to go find his phone. He couldn’t help the giddy laugh that left his lips as he sent a text to Allison, his mom and then his groupchat with his brothers.

‘Breaking News: Oliver Thomas has made up his mind. BABY TIME’

The hours passed by slowly since that very first contraction. Josh had been by your side through it all, letting you curse him out and dig your nails into his skin. Allison and his mother had arrived quickly after he sent that text. Karen had been a great help keeping Josh’s anxiety at bay as he watched you with Allison. Josh, even though he had read and watched as many articles and videos as he could, still felt hopeless.

“How much longer?” You sobbed, as Allison was checking your dilation and she frowned.

“Your water is still intact, it’s leaking but hasn’t completely broken,” She explained, “Do you want to try walking around again?”

“I think I’m gonna vomit,” You groaned, the pain was causing intense nausea. Josh moved quickly, placing the bucket in front of you, “Go away, Joshua.”

“No,” He protested, “I’m not just gonna go sit in the living room while you’re in pain. Let me help you, mama.” He said, rubbing your back. He felt you tense as a contraction hit, and a sob left your mouth. You were starting to doubt if you could do this. That going all natural was the dumbest mistake you had ever made in your life, that you would much rather be in the hospital with a giant needle getting inserted into your back than writhing in pain.

“Alright, let’s try getting you on your hands and knees, pelvis down and let gravity work its magic,” Allison said and Josh moved quickly, grabbing your hands and gently pulling you up, as Allison pushed you up from the bed. Even the slightest movement felt like razor blades through your body.

“Ow!” You cried, “God fucking dammit, it hurts!”

“I know, baby, just breathe through it,” Josh encouraged you. You rested your hands on his shoulders, as he held onto you, taking a deep breath with you. You followed his breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. When the contraction subsided, they slowly got you down to the floor. Josh kneeled behind you, as you leaned against the outside of the bathtub. The cool porcelain felt great against your burning body.

“Joshua, please, go away,” You begged again. As much as your heart wanted Josh there, you also wanted a break from him. Josh looked at his mother, and Karen nodded gently. She took his spot as he walked out of the bathroom. He quickly found something to busy himself with as he winced at the sound of your cries.

“You’re doing so good, Y/N.” Karen said, rubbing your back and wiping the sweat from your forehead, “I did the exact same thing when I had Ronnie. Kelly was just annoying the hell out of me with his encouragement. Like, honey with all due respect, fuck off.”

You laughed the best you could, and leaned back on your calves, “He’s the best, but I just can’t deal with the male encouragement. Unless he’s planning on having the next one, I don’t wanna hear it.”

Karen smiled at your words. She was privy to your relationship status with Josh, knowing that her grandson was a total surprise. But watching and seeing the way you two had come together over the past nine months brought a smile to her face and made her heart swell. Karen hummed to herself, as she gently pulled your hair back and tied it into a bun.

— — —

“Alright, only a matter of time now,” Allison said, and you let out another groan. You were going on hour twelve of labor and you were ready to call it a day. Your water had finally broken about an hour ago, but you were still stuck at eight centimeters dilated. Baby Kiszka was proving that they had inherited their father’s stubbornness. You had invited Josh back into the room, after watching him with tears in his eyes as you braced through the contractions. He hated being separated from you during this, he wanted to be right there the whole time.

Josh had gotten the tub ready for the moment it was time for you to push. He changed from his usual khakis into a pair of red swim trunks. He still had on his classic white shirt, which brought a smile to your face. Sam and Danny had called to check in a little while ago, and Sam was just as impatient as you were about having this baby. Jake and Jita were back at the house, finishing up some last minute things Josh wanted to get done before Oliver was officially here. Jita had sent a picture of Jake practicing his diaper changing skills on a teddy bear.

Josh sat behind you on the bed, as you leaned against him, rubbing your shoulders as you looked outside at the darkening sky. It was crazy how the day had slipped past you, that just this morning you were standing in the morning sun and now you were watching it set. Allison and Karen milled around the cabin, lighting candles and turning on the soft lights you two had placed around. The whole place had a warm, safe glow to it, just what you two had both wanted.

“He’ll be here soon,” Josh whispered and kissed your forehead, “You still okay with me delivering him?”

“I-I’m not sure anymore,” You said honestly. Nothing was really coherent in your mind. Your body was completely spent from fighting contractions all day. Josh nodded, knowing that you’ll tell him where you want him to be when the time comes. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “Joshua,”

“Yeah?”

“I-I think I need to move. I need to get into the tub,” You said and Josh nodded, moving quickly, but gently from behind you. He ran into the living room.

“Baby time?” Karen asked, her face lighting up. Josh couldn’t even think of words, but just nodded. Allison followed him back to the room, where you had swung your legs over the side of the bed. They both stood you up, and carefully walked you into the bathroom.

Josh helped you strip off your shorts, as Allison checked the temp of the water. You could feel the intense pressure as your body contracted on its own. It felt like Oliver was right there, at the entrance to your pelvis. You groaned at the pain, as Josh carefully moved you to step into the tub. Karen watched from the doorway as the two of them got you situated in the tub, Josh being glued to your side the whole time.

The water was warm, and welcoming as you settled into it. Josh sat behind you, and you sat in between his legs. Allison kneeled in front of you, so she could check your dilation. Karen had come and kneeled on the side, running her hand softly across your forehead.

“Alright, Y/N, you’re at ten,” Allison said, and it felt like a small victory, “You know your body better than any of us. You feel a contraction, you bare down and push okay.”

“Okay,” You sighed as your stomach was non stop cramping. You shifted gently, and Josh gripped your hands tightly as you felt the sudden wave of intense pressure, “I-I feel one!”

“Okay, push, sweetheart, push!” Allison encouraged. You dug your heels down the best you could, pushing into Josh as he tensed the best he could to give you leverage. A scream erupted from your lips as you pushed.

“Push through it, there ya go mama,” Josh said into your ear. When the contraction subsided, you relaxed. Karen wiped your forehead as Josh pressed a kiss to your temple. You felt like you had nothing left in you to give. You had spent all day bracing for this moment, that you had felt like you spent all your energy.

You took a couple quick breaths as you prepared to push again. It felt like being ripped apart, as Oliver’s head dropped lower and lower. You couldn’t even hear Allison’s encouragement, or Josh’s who was right in your ear the whole time. The blinding pain caused white spots in your vision.

“Crowning! You’re crowning, next one give it your all okay, come on. Hardest part is almost over,” Allison said.

“No, Joshua, please. I wanna be done.” You whined.

“You’re almost there, baby, You can do it,” Josh said and You shook your head.

“No! Get me out! I wanna get out!” You tried moving the best you could, but it was nearly impossible.

“Can’t do that, mama. You deliver this baby, and then you can move,” Josh gently pulled you back against his chest.

“No!” You yelled as another contraction hit you. You threw your head back in agony as you pushed with all your might. You felt a burning sensation, then a beak of relief.

“Head’s delivered! Now, shoulders and body. Two more, Y/N give me two more!”

“No more!” You groaned and Josh shushed you, running his hand over the top of your head.

“Two mama, just two more. Come on, he’s right there.”

“Two more, and I’m done,” You whispered out.

“Yep, come on,” Josh said, and sat up a little more as he felt you tense with a contraction, “Now. Come on, push,” You clenched your jaw tightly, surprised that you didn’t break your teeth as you pushed with everything you had left in you. The relief that you felt was pure bliss, your mind going completely blank. The only thing that kept you grounded, was feeling the weight of a tiny human being placed on your chest.

“Oh my god!” You cried as Oliver’s cries filled the room, “Josh! He’s here!”

Josh buried his face in your hair as he cried, his body shaking with cries. He lifted his head up to see the crying little boy, who’s eyes looked exactly like yours. You leaned your head back against Josh’s chest and looked up at him. He looked down at you, his smile so bright it could light up the darkest of days. You felt nothing but pure love at that moment.

— — —

JAKE:

It had been five days since your supposed due date. You were starting to grow more and more restless when you would wake up in the morning to find yourself still not able to see your toes over your belly. You and Jake had tried everything; spicy food, yoga, talking to the bump, sex, but nothing. Baby Girl Kiszka was already proving to be stubborn and not wanting to make her beautiful entrance into the world.

Which is how you found yourself, 9 months and five days overdue at the studio, watching Jake and the boys mess around on something at the last minute. Jake had told you he could do it from home, but you wanted to get out and move around. You had basically spent the last two weeks at home thinking you could have a baby any day. You were happy to be out.

You sat in one of the chairs next to Sam, completely lost in the way Jake moved as he played. The baby could always sense when Jake was playing, being extra rambunctious. You groaned as you felt her move, and your stomach tightened. You closed your eyes and clenched your hands into fists, breathing through the small contraction. You had been having contractions pretty much every day over the last month.

“You okay?’ Sam asked you. You opened your eyes and sent him a smile.

“Fucking fantastic,” You groaned, “I’m eleventy-seven months pregnant, this child is already proving the Kiszka bloodline runs strong, and I can’t see my feet.”

“I don’t think eleventy-seven is an accurate measure of time,” Danny laughed.

You shook your head, standing up, with the help of both Sam and Josh, “I’m gonna go in there.” You said, noticing Jake was listening to the playback through his headphones. You began walking over to the doorway when you felt a sharp contraction, and the gush of warmth spread down your legs. You rolled your eyes and giggled to yourself. Of course this would happen to you here. You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the skin tighten and pressure down in your lower body.

“What are you laughing about?” Josh asked you.

“Um… well, funny story,” You said, turning around slowly, “but uh… my water just broke all over the floor,”

“That’s not a funny story, Y/N.” Sam said, walking over to you.

“Okay, well then, rewrite. . . true story-“

Danny and Sam were quick to your side as Josh ran in to get Jake. The two boys walked you over to the couch, and sat you down gently. You gripped onto Danny’s forearm, and he timed the contraction that moved through your body.

“What the hell is going on? What did you fools do?” Jake asked as he rushed into the room. His eyes were wide with anxiety. He took one look at you, and knew exactly what was going on, “Sam, go get that bag that’s in the booth.” Jake sat by your side on the couch as you looked up at him, “Guess she made up her mind.”

“I think it was your terrible guitar playing,” Your laugh was cut off by another contraction. You dug your nails into his hand as you gripped it. He tried not to wince at the pain but tensed up to give you some leverage. Once the contraction relaxes, you let out a breath.

“Yep, okay, we are not about to deliver a baby on the couch in the studio, let’s go.” Jake said, “Josh, come give us a hand.” Josh ran to your side, and helped you stand up. You cried out in pain as you felt the baby shift in between your hips, “You’re going to make it right? Like you’re not gonna shoot this kid out on the floor?”

“If you don’t stop talking, then I might,” You groaned and Jake nodded to Josh as they slowly walked you out of the studio. Sam and Danny were waiting outside with the car running and baby bag. Josh and Jake helped you into the back, so you would be more comfortable than sitting up front, “I want Danny to drive.”

“Me? Why me?” Danny asked, his eyes wide.

“Cause dumb, dumber, and dumbest have all been in accidents and this is not the time for that,” You explained pointing at the three Kiszka brothers. Jake looked at his friend with pleading eyes and Danny nodded, jogging around to the driver’s side.

“You go bring our girl into the world, mama,” Josh said, kissing your forehead. Sam gave you a hug and shut the door. They both stood outside watching as the car disappeared down to the hospital.

You sat up the best you could in the backseat with the constant pressure down in your hips. Danny gripped the steering wheel hard, his knuckles turning white as he tried to block out the sounds of agony and focus on driving. Jake did his best to try and encourage you to breathe, but all you wanted to do was knock him out.

“Oh my god!” You groaned, feeling a tight contraction.

“Ow, babe, guitar hand,” Jake groaned and you glared at him, “Don’t push in the car!”

“Jacob, I will castrate you.” Danny couldn’t help but laugh, as he pulled into the hospital. He put the car in park and ran into the hospital to go check you in, while Jake helped you out of the car. Your hand went to your lower back, as Jake gently guided you towards the front door. You waddled the best you could, it felt like your pelvis was being torn apart. You stopped for a second, squatting slightly, relieving the pain.

“Hey! Stop stopping on the sidewalk. You’re making me nervous.”

“Jacob.” You said, shooting him a glare.

“Okay, sorry,” Jake said, wrapping his arm around you, helping you stand up straighter. He gripped your hand in his, “Your mom said you came fast, and I really don’t wanna be catching my daughter on the sidewalk.”

Once Jake had successfully got you into the hospital, you were met with Danny, and your midwife Liz. You sighed in relief as you sat down in a wheelchair. Danny hugged you and told you that Josh was going to come pick him up and they were gonna head back to your house. Jake followed close behind you as Liz wheeled you to the elevator to take you up to the labor and delivery floor.

— — —

“Hollywood was a fucking liar,” You cursed, as you leaned over the bed, your hand placed flat against it. Jake was rubbing your back, trying to relieve the pain that shot through you. You had always thought that once your water went, you only had minutes before the baby came. But, you were being proved wrong over and over again as you were reaching hour five of labor. You were too far dilated for them to be able to give you an epidural.

“I know, bastards right?” Jake said, trying to lighten the mood. Your grunt in response was proving that it wasn’t working, “Do you want to try walking again?”

“Fuck no, if I gotta walk by that same fucking poster again, I’m gonna break something,” You said, “I wanna sit back down.”

“So walking is a no go,” Jake answered, and helped you turn so you could sit down on the bed. Once you were situated, he gently picked up your legs to swing them back on the mattress. You shuffled in pain as you sat up more. Your lower back was what hurt the most, the pain almost unbearable as you could feel her head dropping down lower. Jake sat at the foot of the bed, and grabbed your ankles, massaging them lightly, as you leaned your head back against the headboard. Everything was set up in the room, you were just waiting for Dylan to make up her mind.

“Our last couple moments, just the two of us,” Jake smiled, “Kinda sad, but happy at the same time.”

“I know,” You whispered, running your hands over your belly, “We’ve been waiting for five extra days and it’s almost here.” You tensed up at another contraction, except this one felt different. The unrelenting feeling to push as your body naturally contracted was strong. You let out a scream as Jake jumped up from his spot and quickly hit the call button. Liz came in quickly, followed by Doctor Carpenter, both women smiling at you.

“Alright, we’re gonna take a look, okay,” Doctor Carpenter said, slipping on some gloves. Liz helped place your knees up so they were bent, as Doctor Carpenter examined you, “Yep, that’s her head, you ready?”

“Like now?!” You asked as Jake visibly paled. A nurse came up behind him, steadying him a bit and he smiled at her, “Jake, pass out and I swear to god, you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

“No promises,” Jake said as he watched Liz and Doctor Carpenter get everything set up. Jake and another nurse helped you slide down to the foot of the bed, so your feet were placed in stirrups. Doctor Carpenter took a seat right in front of your lower regions, as Liz went to the side Jake wasn’t on.

“Alright, Y/N, you're going to feel a contraction, and I want you to push for 10 seconds okay,” Doctor Carpenter said, and you nodded weakly. She looked at the monitor, watching as the waves on the screen heightened, “Alright, now! Push!”

You gave it your all, bearing down and pushing as Liz counted to ten in your ear. It felt like the longest ten seconds of your life, but once it was over, you got a quick second to breathe, before Doctor Carpenter was telling you to go again. Jake couldn’t even think of words, as he held your hand tightly, and glanced between your face contorting in pain, and the baby being pushed out.

It felt like you had been pushing forever, but in reality, it was only five minutes. You were spent, your energy gone as all you wanted to do was stop and take a break. You couldn’t do it anymore, no matter how hard you tried to push. It felt like the baby was stuck.

“I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. I’m done,” Your mind was foggy as you tried to pull yourself away from the bed in hopes of getting out. The nurses around you softly pushed you down and wiped your head, “No! I said I'm done!”

“Come on Y/N, couple more pushes.” Doctor Carpenter said, trying to encourage you. You shook your head, tears of frustration and pain running down your face. Jake looked around helpless, before nodding to Liz to help him climb behind you. Another nurse came to take Jake’s spot, as he got situated behind you. You leaned your body back against his, constant cries and whines escaping your lips. He hushed you, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

“Okay, we’re gonna fucking do this.” Jake said, grabbing your hands in his.

You shook your head, “I can’t! Jake please!”

“Come on, we’ve waited all this time. You are so close. You can do this.” Jake said, encouraging you. Doctor Carpenter looked up at the two of you and smiled, her eyes flicking over to the screen seeing a contraction.

“Oh god, it fucking hurts.” You cried out. Your jaw fell open, a silent cry leaving you as Jake sat up more, so you could have more leverage.

“That’s a contraction, Y/N push! Now!” Jake demanded, as you pushed as hard as you could. Your jaw clenched, and you were surprised you didn’t break your teeth from the pressure.

It was like white hot pain, almost like breaking a bone, as you felt the baby being pulled from your womb. You let out a loud sigh in relief, as Jake’s eyes lit up at the sight in front of him. Doctor Carpenter quickly placed the squirming, crying newborn, on your chest. Your hands went straight to her body, holding her tightly as loud sobs left your mouth. Your mind was so overclouded with stimulation, that you couldn’t think of words to say, instead you turned your head to Jake, whose eyes were filled with love as he looked at the baby in front of him.

It was truly love at first sight.

— — —

SAMUEL:

Because you were having twins, Doctor Glover had advised you to have a C-section, and you and Sam agreed. You were feeling forever months pregnant, both twins being hyperactive, trying to push the other out of the way to come out first. You groaned in pain, as you gripped the side of the baby girl’s crib. Sam came up behind you, kissed your neck and slid his hands slowly down your bump.

“Relax, momma,” Sam whispered and gently picked up your bump, giving you a couple seconds of relief, “They’re busy,” He smiled, feeling them move.

“I think it’s baby boy,” You said, “Trying to bust outta there,” Your last ultrasound had shown that Baby Boy was already head down, waiting for his eviction notice, while Baby Girl was more comfortable resting sideways and kicking your kidney.

Sam laughed and kissed your cheek. You moved from the crib and over to the twins dresser, helping Sam put some of the freshly washed onesies and blankets away. The amount of things you had both gotten from friends and family was overwhelming. Bottles, diapers, clothes, socks, baby soap, littered almost every corner of the nursery. You are both beyond thankful that you guys had gotten so much, knowing you were going to go through everything twice as fast. You guys had relied a lot on Karen, and her advice on having twins. She had been a tremendous help, lending a hand wherever you needed her. Most of the time, you guys didn’t even ask, she could just tell where she was needed. Like currently, helping place some finishing touches on the nursery.

“Alright, I know you two said no more gifts, but mine aren’t wrapped so their not gifts,” Karen smiled as she walked into the nursery, handing both of you guys a two quilted blankets with the twins names on them “My parents gave me blankets similar to these when my babies were born, Sam basically ran his through the mud and drug it everywhere he went.” She said, You ran your hands over the soft fleece fabric, “Babies like silk corners for some reason, it’s soft on their skin,”

“Thank you so much mom,” Sam said and hugged his mom tightly.

“Oh, Sammy,” Karen said, kissing her son’s cheek, “You have grown up so much, and now you’re having your own twins, so exciting!”

“I know,” Sam whispered, looking over at you as you folded the blankets and placed them on top of your hospital bag, “This time tomorrow, I’ll be a brand new dad.”

— — —

The day of your induction had your anxiety through the roof. Sam had hardly slept, his nerves through the roof as he watched you try and sleep soundly. It was hard to just sit and wait, as the time crept closer to 9:30 AM and you and Sam were walking into the hospital. Your colleagues smiled at you as they checked you in and got you settled on the L&D floor. You had known all the tricks and hacks from being a nurse on the floor, that you had packed exactly what you needed. You put on the uncomfortable hospital gown, but then threw your own robe over it.

“How is the Gomez baby?” You asked, as your nurse and friend, Jessica, placed an IV in your hand.

“Fine,” Jessica said prepping the sight, “You’re about to be in labor, this isn’t the time to worry about other babies, but your own,” She placed the IV in your vein on the first try and smirked at you.

“Show off,” You said and she fed the line into the needle, starting the fluid bag, “The Hollis baby?”

“Mrs. Hollis water broke late last night, she’s still in passive,” Jessica said, charting down some notes, “Her first baby moved slow,”

“Very slow, we had to speed it up, she was going on hour 72,” You basically shivered at the thought of being in labor so long.

“Alright, Doc is doing rounds, she’ll be in to see how you’ve settled. You know her protocol, she wants you at least settled an hour and 20 CCs down before she starts induction meds,” Jessica explained, closing her tablet, “And stop trying to work. We’ve looked you out of the charts, so don’t even try.”

You squinted at her and she laughed leaving the room. You sighed and ran your hands over your belly and looked at Sam. The man was somewhere between wanting to touch everything to see how it works and wanting to vomit. His leg bounced relentlessly against the floor as he listened to the steady beating of your heartbeat and the twins. He looked at the two bands that were around your belly, at different positions picking up on each of the twins' heartbeats.

“How long does it usually all take?” Sam asked, standing up from his chair.

“She’ll start the induction meds, basically to just loosen up my body and start contractions, which can take anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour. She usually waits until momma is about 4-5 centimeters dilated before she breaks their water, if it doesn’t break on its own. After that, it’ll probably be another hour before they take us back for the C-section,” You said and Sam grabbed your hand.

“Will you tell them to catch me if I pass out?” Sam asked and you giggled, “I know it's the miracle of life, but. . . I can’t really do blood, Y/N.”

“They will catch you if you pass out,” You nodded and Sam sighed in relief.

Hours had passed, and Doctor Glover had broken your water. Now it was a waiting game until you were taken back for your C-Section. You groaned as you leaned over the side of the bed, hands pressed against the mattress as another contraction moved through your body. Sam rubbed your lower back as you closed your eyes, trying to breathe through the pain. Sam was doing the best he could, trying to help you through the pain before Doctor Glover came in and gave you an epidural before surgery. He didn’t even want to try and think or feel the pain that you were going through. Sam felt nothing but love and admiration for what you were going through.

“Okay Y/N,” Doctor Glover said as you leaned against Sam. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you sat over the side of the bed, “I know you’re usually assisting, so I’m guessing you know this next part.”

You groaned and nodded, feeling your stomach tighten at the feeling of a contraction. Sam watched in awe as Doctor Glove slid the large numbing needle into your back. You tried to breathe through it, feeling the stinging sensation grow over your body. Doctor Glover patted your shoulder, and you started to feel relief.

“Now we wait okay. Epidural will kick in soon,” Doctor Glover said as she helped you swing your legs back over so you were resting somewhat more comfortably in bed.

— — —

“Alright, Y/N, Sam, it’s time to go,” Jessica said, walking in, now with a surgical scrub cap over her hair. The contraction pain had somewhat subsided, but it was more constant as the twins had dropped lower into your pelvis. Sam had been a champ, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed to. “Sam, I’m gonna take you down to change into some scrubs, and then we’ll meet, Y/N, in the operating room.”

“Wait, what? No, I want to go with her,” Sam said nervously, as he helped you move into the gurney, so they could take you down to the operating room. You let out a groan, feeling the twins shifting around as soon as you moved, “Y/N,” He was pleading with you.

“It’s only for like 5 minutes,” Jessica said, reassuring the nervous soon-to-be dad, “She’ll be prepped and ready to go by the time you get in there,”

“I’ll be fine, Sam,” You said softly, taking his hand, and closing your eyes at the pain.

“Don’t let them start until I get there,” He said kissing your forehead, “Okay, they don’t start until I get there,”

“They won’t,” Jessica said, “Becky is the main scrub nurse, she won’t let them start until Sam is in there,”

You nodded and Sam kissed your lips one last time before they moved her down the hall. Sam got dressed quickly in a pair of light blue scrubs. Jessica led him into the operating room, and let him take a seat right by your head. You smiled up at him, and you could tell he was smiling behind the mask he wore. He gently patted your hair, even though it was under a surgical cap. You took a deep breath, as Doctor Glover came into your eyesight.

“Are you ready for this?” She asked and you nodded, “Alright, Becky, 10 blade,”

Sam looked away as Doctor Glover took the scalpel. He couldn’t see over the blue curtain wrapped in front of you, covering your lower half, and he was thankful. But the smell of burning flesh from the bovie tool had him gagging. You giggled as the surgical crew looked over at him. Jessica handed Sam a towel, to wipe the sweat off his forehead and he was thankful.

“What does it feel like?” Sam asked you.

“I can’t feel anything, but I know exactly what they are doing, so it’s weird,” You said looking up at Doctor Glover. You had assisted on one too many c-sections, that you knew this procedure like the back of your hand. Doctor Glover winked at you.

“Alright, and. . . here he is. . .” Doctor Glover said, and then you both heard that first cry. Doctor Glover held the baby up and Sam instantly fell in love, “Your Baby boy,”

“Harrison,” Sam said, his eyes filling with tears. He looked at you, as tears ran down your face, “Harrison Robert, he’s here. Where’s his sister?”

Doctor Glover was silent a moment, working around before another shrill cry echoed in the room, matching her sister’s cry, “Baby Girl.”

“Lennon May,” You said and Sam kissed you, “Are they okay? Sam,”

Sam nodded and moved over to where the nurses were checking your babies vitals and cleaning them off. You watched from afar as Sam looked over the nurses shoulders, watching intently, already in protective Dad mode. Doctor Glover began closing you up, so they could move you to recovery, and could be handed your babies.

“I’m gonna go with them, okay,” Sam said, coming over to you, as the nurses were getting ready to move the twins from the operating room to the nursery, “We’ll be right there when they get done with you, okay?”

“Okay, Sam, don’t leave them,” You said to him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Sam said and then followed your twins out of the operating room.

You must have fallen asleep from the time you were in the operating room to waking up in the maternity suite again. You scanned the room, suddenly feeling very aware that your babies were no longer in your belly. Frantically you looked around before your eyes fell on Sam, who was sitting in a recliner, shirtless, with both twins pressed against his chest, and a blanket over him. You tried not to cry at the sight, but both the hormones and the exhaustion won. Sam looked over at you and smiled.

“Look who’s awake,” Sam whispered to the babies, “Jessica is coming back in a second.”

You nodded, content with the sight in front of you, “How are they?”

“Good.” Sam smiled, “Lennon’s weight was a little low and she was slower to take to the bottle but she’s coming out of it. Harrison has a set of lungs, gonna give Josh a run for his money.”

You chuckled, “My perfect babies.”

“How do you feel, momma?” Sam asked.

“I’m okay. The medicine will wear off soon though.”

Your pain was mild, knowing that the worst is yet to come. You tried to not think of how much pain you were going to be in and how it was going to put a hold on your motion and movement with your newborns.

When Jessica walked in, she checked over your incision, asked about your pain, and if you were ready to hold one of your babies. Jessica gently placed Harrison on your bare chest, the warmth radiating off the newborn was enough to keep your whole body warm. You cried, kissing his forehead gently and patting his head, which was covered in brown hair. Lennon was smaller, her features matching more of yours than Sam, but also had a head of hair, not as thick as her brother’s. Both twins had Sam’s striking brown eyes and the Kiszka nose. Sam came and sat next to you, still with Lennon in his arms, so he could feed her next to you while you fed Harrison. Karen took pictures of all of you and sent them to the family group chat, knowing there were some boys who were bursting at the seams to see their niece and nephew.

— — —

DANNY:

Fear was the only thing you felt besides pain. It was constant pain, the kind of pain that usually sent mothers towards the hospital to deliver their babies. But there was something in you that had you frozen in fear as you gripped the kitchen counter in pain, your knuckles turning white. Your due date was still several weeks out, that you just wanted to power through your day, not think of the constant contractions in your belly or the overwhelming feeling of the pressure in your lower body.

You let out a shaky breath as you tried to bite back the tears, but the sound of the door opening and running footsteps had you letting out a sob. You didn’t think of calling Danny when the pain got to be too much, no, you called Sam instead, which you knew he’d tell his best friend.

“Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” Danny breathed out, coming over to you. You looked up at him, tears running down your face as his eyes were wide with anxiety. You reached out a shaky hand towards him and he grabbed it.

“I’m sorry Danny, I tried so hard but it’s I-I… it hurts.” You sobbed out as Danny kneeled in front of you. He placed his hands on your stomach, feeling the tight skin and the baby push down low on your pelvis.

“Baby, we have to go, okay.”

“No. I'm not going. He's safe in here Danny, he’s safe and I-I can protect him. I can't protect him out there.”

“I know it’s scary, baby. but we need to go and see what doctor Collins has to say.”

“He can’t come yet. It's too early.”

Your mind was clouded with fear, as Danny slowly ushered you into the living room. You noticed Sam coming down the stairs, your “go” bag and a pair of shoes in his hand. He knelt down in front of you, and very shakily helped you slide on your shoes.

“Sam,” You whispered to him. He looked up at you, his eyes red like he had been crying. Your heart broke at the sight and Sam wiped his nose.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Alright, I’m gonna drive so Daniel can be with you in the back okay,” Sam said and you nodded. Both men helped you up from the couch, and Sam ran ahead to open the door as Danny gripped your hand in his. You were surprised to see Josh there too, but there was something about his presence that always calmed you. Josh opened the car door for you, helping you get inside, Danny right behind you as you leaned against him.

The car ride was excruciating, the jolting of the car and contractions did nothing to help the pain that was radiating through your whole body. You could feel your heart racing, almost as if it was going to burst right out of your chest. Danny was whispering in your ear, trying to get you to calm down, that elevating your blood pressure wasn’t going to be good for the baby. But between the pain and the fear, nothing was helping you calm down.

— — —

“I want my mom!” You cried as you leaned over the edge of the bed, vomiting into a bucket. Danny held your hand and rubbed your back. You felt pathetic, whimpering and crying over the smallest things. Danny didn’t mind one bit, as he was bracing himself for it all.

“I know baby, she’s trying to find a flight as soon as possible,” Danny said, trying to comfort you. You groaned and leaned back the best you can, feeling the contraction rip through you. The monitor that had been placed around your belly caught the spike in your baby’s heartbeat and so did the midwife, Connie, who came running into the room.

“Y/N, you have to keep your heart rate down. Every time your heart rate jumps, Jude’s does too,” Connie said, and looked at the script of the heart rate monitor. She frowned and shook her head. She ripped off the reading, and checked your IV bags before going back out to the nurses station.

Danny tried to keep his nerves under control but you saw right through that. Danny helped you swing your legs back on the bed, so you could sit upright in bed. He grabbed a cool rag from beside him and patted the sweat from your forehead.

“My mom is on her way, and I think Karen is too.” Danny said, trying to ease your anxiety. Your mom was set to fly out in three weeks when Jude’s due date was supposed to be, no one had expected you would go into preterm labor. You nodded your head, trying to settle your body down, “I sent Sam to the house to finish some things up on the list we had.”

“It hurts, so fucking much,” You cried out, as your stomach contracted. You couldn’t explain where the pain was coming from, the contractions you felt were painful, but also the pounding in your chest. Your heart felt like it was going to explode, every breath you took felt like there was a weight on your chest. You had been placed on oxygen when you got admitted to the labor and delivery floor, Doctor Collins said it was just precautionary since your oxygen levels were low.

“Try and breathe through it, okay. Do you still want to hold off on the epidural?” Danny asked and you nodded. Your whole plan was to do this as naturally as you possibly could. The first part, making the baby wasn’t natural, but you wanted at least the labor part to be. You were slowly starting to regret it with how much pain you were in, “Do you want to move? Is sitting down helping-”

“Y/N, we have to get you to the OR,” Doctor Collins said rushing into the room. Your eyes widened, as you looked at Danny who went pale at her words. A bunch of nurses and techs came in behind her, as Doctor Collins read over your stats again, “Your heart rate and Jude’s won’t settle. It is too dangerous for you to try to labor vaginally, and the longer this spans out the more risk it puts both of you in.”

“N-no! I can’t. H-he’s fine where he is.” You protested, your hands going to your belly trying to protect the baby who was inside. Tears started streaming down your face as Danny was pushed to the back of the room, standing out of the nurses and doctors way, “It’s too early! He won’t make it!”

“He’ll be fine,” Doctor Collins said as they undid the brakes on the bed, “My team will be with him from the second he is born until he gets into the NICU.”

“Danny!” You yelled, reaching out for him.

“I’m right there, babe! I’m not going anywhere!” Danny said to you, as you were wheeled away from the room. You sat back in the bed, your hands still protectively around your bump as they wheeled you into the operating room.

— — —

The sterile smell burned your nose as you looked up at the bright lights above you. You laid, bare and exposed with your arms stretched out under the lights as the masked doctors and nurses moved around. None of them talking to you, more like talking about you, while you were right there. You couldn’t feel anything below the neck thanks to the epidural, but you knew your belly was on full display and at their mercy.

“Y/N, your husband is here,” One of the nurses said as Danny caming rushing into the room. You looked at him, his eyes and cheeks red from crying. He pulled down his mask as he kissed your forehead, before taking a seat right by your head. He so desperately wished he could hold your hand, or just hold you, but instead he had to sit there and keep to himself.

“Can you see?” You asked him and he shook his head, “Good. You’ll probably pass out.”

Danny chuckled, “You would know, you were my lab partner for those dissections in high school.”

“Okay, we’re going to start,” Doctor Collins said walking into your view, “Once he is out, my team and Connie are going to take him right to the NICU. You might not hear him cry, and that’s because his lungs aren’t fully developed.”

“Can Danny go with him?” You asked her and she nodded. Danny let out a sigh of relief, as Doctor Collins turned to the nurse and started the procedure.

You and Danny waited with a bated breath as Doctor Collins somewhat explained what she was doing. It all sounded barbaric, how she explained she was cutting your skin, and then through the layers of muscle protecting the uterus, then cutting into the uterus so she could pull out your son.

“The embryonic sac is fully intact,” She explained, “That’s rare for it to not burst.”

“Is it okay that it didn’t?” Danny asked nervously.

“Just another little miracle,” Doctor Collins said, “Alright Y/N, you might feel a pull, some pressure, and then relief.”

“Okay,” You took in a deep breath as you felt exactly what Doctor Collins described.

“There he is!” Danny said, peeking over the curtain, as Doctor Collins delivered Jude, “Oh my god, he’s got so much hair, Y/N, baby, he’s perfect.”

“is he alive?” You asked, your voice cracking, “is he alive?”

“he’s alive,” Danny responded, tears in his eyes.

“He’s alive,” You cried out.

Your heart was full but at the same time full of panic as you watched the nurses and doctors move quickly, intubating Jude and getting him hooked up to different machines. You tried your best to crane your neck and watch them, trying to catch a glimpse of your newborn son, but they moved too fast, taking him out of the room. The only glimpse you got of him was him laying in the plastic box covered in tubes.

— — —

Danny leaned on his hand as he watched Jude move slightly in the incubator. He was waiting to hear if you had woken up from surgery yet so he could come show you all the pictures he had taken. He had already sent some to his parents, Josie, and the Kiszka family. He was waiting until you saw Jude first to let his own parents back.

“You’re a tough little guy, ya know that,” Danny said to him, running his knuckle over the clear plastic, “Ya know how long we’ve been waiting for you? A really, really long time. I hope you know how special you are Jude Francis. You are so special to mommy and daddy. You’ve got two angel siblings who are watching over you.”

Danny swore that Jude had turned to look at him, and his heart skipped a beat. His eyes never left his son as he watched him for almost another hour before Doctor Collins said that you were starting to wake up and ask for him. Danny placed a kiss on the incubator before taking off the paper gown and he walked down to your room. You had just finished getting the rundown from Doctor Collins when Danny walked in.

“Hey, stranger,” You smiled, trying to sit up more in bed, but the pain of the staples in your belly was not allowing you, “Please tell me you have pictures.”

“I’ve got tons of pictures,” Danny said, and gently climbed into bed next to you. He pulled his phone out and started swiping through the pictures, “He’s four pounds eight ounces, on the little side, but Doctor Alex said he’s going to be okay.”

“C-can I see him?” You asked softly, looking at Doctor Collins. She nodded and called for a nurse to bring you a wheelchair since the staples were hindering your ability to walk long distances at the moment. Danny helped you move to the wheelchair, then pushed you down to the NICU. He helped you tie on the gown and slip a mask on your face.

“He’s right here, mister Jude Francis,” Danny said. He got you as close as he could.

“God, he’s so small,” You whispered softly, placing your hand on the plastic box, “What did I do?”

“What?”

“I did something wrong, I had to,” You said looking at Danny, tears in your eyes. You must’ve done something to cause his early birth. Your mind had been trying to find an answer for the past couple hours since going into labor.

“Nothing, baby,” Danny said, coming in front of you and kneeling down in front of you, “You did nothing wrong.”

“I must’ve done something! Look at him, Daniel!”

“All I see is a strong little boy, who was too excited to wait to meet us,” Danny said looking at his son, and then he looked at you. Danny had nothing but love in his brown eyes as he looked between the two of you. This was the second time he had witnessed love at first sight, the first time when you walked through his dad’s door in the fifth grade supporting a bright pink cast on your left arm, and the second time the moment Jude was brought into the world, “And I see his super strong mother, who has fought like hell to bring him into this world.”

You smiled at him, and placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb gently across his skin, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

— — —

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 1 year

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Everything is Temporary

Final Part

a/n: Well loves, we've made it to the end. I have loved writing this little series for you all 💕 Seeing your reactions to all the twists and turns truly made this whole experience magical. I hope you enjoy this last installment and happy reading 💕

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: none

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One Year Later

“Okay kiddo, today’s a big day. I mean it’s right up there with the day you were born.” Josh says, picking up your daughter out of her crib. “You’ll be hanging out with your Nana and Gram most of the day. But I get you all to myself this morning.”

Holding her and carrying her to the kitchen, he sits Odette in her highchair and goes to make breakfast for the both of them. He makes Odette pancakes, making sure to cut them up first, and cut up some strawberries and a banana. Sitting the plate in front of her, she immediately starts to shove the food into her mouth. Josh grabs his own plate and sits beside her.

“So what do you think? Did Papa do a good job with your pancakes?” He asks.

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” Odette says with a huge smile.

Josh grins and says, “Well I’m glad they’re up to your standards princess.”

They finish up their breakfast right in time. As Josh is putting the dishes in the sink, he hears a knock at the door. It’s Karen coming to help with Odette.

“Hey hun!” Karen says, hugging Josh. “Where is my Odie girl?”

Josh says, “Hey Mom, she’s in the kitchen, we just finished up our breakfast.”

Karen immediately goes to find her. Picking her up out of the highchair, she says, “Okay my sweet pea, let’s go get you a bath and get you all prettied up for your mama and papa.”

“Thanks again. I appreciate you coming and helping out.” Josh says.

“Oh it’s no problem. Now you go get yourself ready.”

Josh does as he’s told and goes to get ready. He takes a shower, styles his hair and starts putting on his outfit for the day. It’s a burgundy velvet jumpsuit with gold embroidery all over it. Golden sun beams branch out from the deep v cut. Little gold flowers placed along the bottom of the sleeves. Tiny pearl beads and dusty rose color rhinestones scattered perfectly between the sun beams and down the sleeves.

Stepping out from the bedroom, he goes to find Karen and Odie. He finds them in the living room. Odette is wearing a gorgeous little dress the same color as Josh’s jumpsuit. Her dress has a beautiful bouquet of flowers embroidered along the chest and little rhinestones that match Josh’s sewn along the hem.

“Hi my beautiful girl.” He says, bending down to pick her up. “You look absolutely breathtaking, stunning, gorgeous.” He tickles her belly, earning a stream of giggles.

“So tell me, how does Papa look?” Josh asks motioning to his outfit.

“Bootifu!” She says, clapping her hands.

“Awe thank you baby.” He says, before placing a kiss on her cheek.

“I guess it’s time to go ahead and head on over there.” Karen says. “Here, I’ll take her and you grab her diaper bag.”

With that, they leave the house and are on their way.

Sitting down at the vanity, you look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is down with the side sections braided and tied in the back with a gold headband. You're not wearing very much makeup, just some mascara and a simple lip. Looking down, you grab your rose gold earrings and put them on. Next, you pick up your necklace, a gold chain with a vintage white cameo with roses on it. Putting it on, you gently touch the pendant and smile to yourself. You felt beautiful.

Standing up, you walk over to your dress. Before you can go to put it on, there’s a knock at the door. You say come in and your mom walks in with Odette. You smile and tears well up. She look so precious. You reach out to her and she leans toward you for you to take her.

“Hi my love! I missed you so much! Did you have a good time with Papa this morning?” You ask her. She cuddles into you and you snuggle her back. “Awe, I love you so much. Okay, here you go to Gram and Mama will put on her dress for you.”

You hand her back to your mom and go to put on the dress. It’s an off white lace dress with bell sleeves and flares out at the waist. Once you get it on, your mom helps you button up the back. Turning around to face your daughter, her whole face lights up and she waddles over to you, hugging your legs.

“Pretty! Pretty Mama!” She says.

“Thank you lovey.” You say bending down and hugging her back.

There’s another knock at the door. It’s Karen. When she steps in she looks at you and says, “Oh honey, you look beautiful.” Giving you a hug, she says, “He’s going to lose his mind when he sees you.” You chuckle and say thank you. “I came to tell you they're ready for you.”

You nod your head take a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s go.” You say with a huge smile.

Your mom and Karen take Odette and head out before you. You take one more deep breath, grab your bouquet of white roses and baby’s breath and walk out of the room.

As you walk down the hall, your heart starts to race. When you walk up to the double doors, you can’t help but smile as you look down at your bouquet. The door opens and music flows out. Looking up, there he is. Standing at the end of the aisle, your love of a lifetime. Making your way to him, you smile even bigger and giggle. He sees and giggles too.

When you get to him, you hand off the flowers and he takes your hands, giving them a squeeze. He whispers an " I love you”, and you whisper one back. The officiant begins to speak about love and the commitment you’re making to one another. It’s beautiful, then it’s time for your vows. Josh says that you are the love that he’s always searched for, yours is the face that he dreamed of, life with you is all he’ll ever need. You say that his love is worth more than you could ever express, your heart searched for his and now that you found him you would never let him go.

When you finished your personal vows the officiant asks you to repeat after him.

“I will stay by your side through it all, I promise you a lifetime whether long or short, I swear to you that from today forth my love will never be temporary.”

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gretavangroupie · 1 year

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Bloom (Chapter 6)

Chapter 5

Official Bloom Playlist

Warnings: Angst, Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI

A/N: This was a tough one, I have grown to love them so much. I hope you love them too. Thanks for reading!

“You are like golden hour, it all glows different when you're here...” -Butterflies Rising

Waking up next to Josh is pretty high on your list of favorite things. Legs tangled together, feeding off of each others warmth under the sheets, bodies pressed closely, listening to his breathing. However, when you woke up this morning he wasn’t there. You could hear him though, in the bathroom, taking a shower. You had both slept in pretty late after your long night on Bourbon Street and the events following. Rubbing the sleepy feeling from your eyes you grab your phone and see that it is nearly noon. Checking through your notifications you see Josh walk back into the room wrapped in a towel.

“Good morning sleepy head!” he smiles and says garbled, his toothbrush hanging from his mouth.

He crouches down digging through his bags looking for clothes.

“Good morning! You are awfully chipper considering how much we all drank last night.” You say smugly.

He shrugs his shoulders and laughs. Finding what he is looking for he stands up and drops his towel to begin dressing and brushing his teeth before heading back to the bathroom.

“Hey sugar, can you do me a favor?” He yells from the bathroom.

“Sure” you reply.

“Can you find my phone and see if Danny texted what time the van is leaving for sound check?” He asks.

Getting up out of bed you stretch a little and walk over to Josh’s clothes laid across the chair, checking the pocket of his pants, and you come up empty. You grab his jacket and check that pocket. Bingo. You unlock the screen and see the text from Danny and open it.

Daniel Wagner Cell (2-2022): meet in lobby 1:00

Looking up from the text to yell towards Josh, “He said 1:00 babe”.

“Okay, can you send that to Jake and Sam too” he asks.

You quickly send the message off to them and plug his phone into the charger. And go to find him in the bathroom.

“Hey beautiful” he says grabbing you and pulling you into a kiss. “You’re coming with me right?” He asks.

“Do you want me to?” You ask.

“Of course, everyone goes to sound check” he replies.

“I better get ready, I think we have maybe 45 minutes…” you say.

He smacks your ass as you leave the bathroom to get dressed.

As you make your way down to the lobby to meet everyone you are feeling a bit hungover. Josh is holding your hand as the doors open and you see everyone congregating near the door. You all make your way to the van that is going to drive you to the arena, fans waiting outside the hotel hoping to snap a photo with the guys. Climbing into the back with the other girls you all laugh and watch them get photos and sign various items before they too climb in. You arrive at the arena about 15 minutes later and head the the green room to meet up with the venue team. The guys choose their sound check songs and play through them without a hitch. You and the girls watch from the empty pit and dance along to your own private show.

The crowd was absolutely electric as the guys took the stage later that night, going absolutely nuts for a song they had not played in a while. Every now and then they will throw a song into the set list that hasn’t been played in a few shows to rile up the fans and they seemed to love it. You and the girls watch from the sound booth in the pit. During the show Josh searches the crowd and sees you standing in the sound booth, he smiling in your direction he says to the crowd, “So many beautiful faces in this crowd tonight, how many times do I have to fall in love?” Your heart swells at the statement and you dance along with the girls to Light My Love, your heart bursting with pride for Josh.

After the show you all make your way to the green room to hangout and let the guys wind down. Josh hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of you since he left the stage. An hour later, the band is packed up and ready to go back to the hotel for the night. Loading into the van yet again, you feel sad knowing that you leave to fly home in the morning as the guys will head to their next destination. As you and Josh make it back to the room, both exhausted you gather your things and begin packing your bags somberly. Josh connects his phone to a bluetooth speaker and plays some soft music to fill the quiet and empty air in the room. Neither one of you wanting to talk about tomorrow.

As you hum along to the familiar tune, you hear a notification tone play through the speaker. Josh has his hands full oh shoes and asks “Can you go read that to me incase its one of the guys?”

You walk over to the dresser and tap the screen so that it lights up and Josh looks over to you, blindly shoving the shoes into the suitcase. You read.

Callie: I miss you, how many days until you’re home?

Stunned, you stare at it for a minute before turning to him to read it aloud, “Well Josh, its not the guys, it is from ‘Callie’ saying she misses, you and how many days until you’re home?” Your heart breaking as you read it again.

The next thing you know he is jumping up, grabbing the phone out of your hand and throwing it on the bed. Stepping away from him you stare silently as you walk back and hastily start throwing items into your suitcase.

“No angel, please. Let me explain…” he begs coming to your side.

“What could you possibly say Josh?!” You reply. “That you are sorry that you’re still talking to other people, even though you have a girlfriend?” You say harshly. “That it was an accident?” Your words cutting through him. You zip your suitcase and throw your bag over your shoulder standing up and pushing past him towards the door.

Chasing right after you he moves quickly and stands in front of the door. “Please let me just explain…” he starts.

“Josh I… I can’t do this, please let me go.” You say reaching for the door handle. Your brain clouded with pain and fury.

“Angel, it’s not what it looks like.” He says pleading.

“It doesn’t look good right now Josh! Is this a game to you?!” You reply

“This is not a game! Don’t you get it? I meant what I said last night! I…I didn’t know that…” He struggles to find the words as you open the door and push your bags out. He steps to the side allowing you past, grabbing your arm begging you silently to stay. “Please don’t leave I am begging” he says.

“I have to Josh.” You say, stepping into the hallway. “I don’t know what to think, just let me go and figure this out.” You shut the door behind you hearing Josh’s hand hitting it in frustration as it closes.

Are you over reacting? Maybe? Maybe not? You just knew you needed to remove yourself from the situation before you got emotional and said things you didn’t mean. Hurt taking over every sector of you brain tears fall from your eyes as you make your way to the elevator.

When you get down to the lobby you roll your bags to a couch and sit and try to process what was happening. Trying to dry your tears before anyone notices, you rest your head on your hands replaying the situation over and over in your mind. Imagining all the possible scenarios of what could be happening. You must have dozed off when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Shooting up you look at the person. It’s Danny.

“What are you doing out here, are you leaving?” He asks.

“Um, yeah, I am supposed to leave tomorrow morning but Josh and I had an argument and I can’t stay with him tonight.” You reply looking at your feet bashfully. This is HIS friend after all.

“Were you just going to sleep out here?” He asks, motioning for his friends to head upstairs without him.

“No, I was going to get an Uber and sleep at the airport I guess.” You say.

“Absolutely not, crash in my room, and I will take the couch in my buddies room. I will not let you sleep at the airport.” He demands.

“Really? Are you sure? You don't have to do this.” You ask.

“I am positive. Let’s go. I’ll grab my stuff.” He says wheeling your suitcase to the elevator. You cancel your Uber. “Thank you Danny, I owe you.” you say, him nodding his head in reply.

You make it to his room, and he grabs a few items from his suitcase before leaving you to the empty room. You lock the door, take a quick shower and crawl into bed, absolutely exhausted from this terribly long day. You check your flight information for tomorrow and see that you have to be at the airport around 11:00 am to make your flight back to Nashville at 2:30, groaning at the lack of sleep you’ll be getting. Your phone buzzes in your hands. Josh is calling you. You let the call go to voicemail. A few seconds later you get a text.

Josh: Where are you? Just tell me that you’re safe.

You contemplate not responding, but ultimately you do.

You: I am fine. Don’t forget to text Callie back…

He responds immediately.

Josh: Please come back. The happiest I have been in my life is when I have been with you. I need you, please don't leave me.

A sob leaves your chest the tears springing from your eyes once again. Ignoring his message you place your phone on the charger and set an alarm, wiping the tears from your eyes, closing them and ending this terrible night. Your mind wanders, why was your immediate reaction to run? Maybe you should have stayed to hear him out. You were afraid of what he might say. Afraid of all of this being over. It was easier to run than to face the fact that maybe he doesn’t actually feel the same way as you. You were hurt and protecting yourself. Your mind continues until you fall asleep.

When you wake to your alarm you quickly get up and get dressed knowing that Danny will be back to collect his things to load onto the tour bus. As if manifesting it to happen you hear a knock on the door. You rush to open it and Danny walks in and starts packing up his few things.

“You all ready to go?” He asks.

“I am, I am ready to get home. It was a rough night.” You state.

“Im sorry darlin, at least you didn’t have to sleep on the airport floor?” He laughs.

You laugh and nod, thanking him again for letting you crash in his room for the night. You leave him to go grab your charger and stick it in your purse. Your phone has 2 unread texts from and a missed call from Josh.

Missed Call : Josh 7:16 AM

Josh: Baby please call me. I’m so sorry.

Josh: I am so sorry. I messed up and I can explain it. Please don't make me leave here without you.

You feel your eyes welling with tears and your heart constricting in pain. You decide you text him back.

You: Where are you?

Josh: In the hotel room, are you here? Where are you?

You grab your bags and make your way up to his room. You knock on the door and he immediately answers staring at you with red swollen eyes. You can tell he probably did not sleep much last night, not that you did either.

“Josh…” you say looking at him.

“Im so sorry, I promise I can explain everything but fuck, I have to be downstairs in 15 minutes.” he says.

“I know, and I have to get to the airport but I wanted to see you before you left. I’m sorry I ran out last night, I was hurt and scared.” You say.

“All that matters is that you came back, we can figure out the rest.” He says pulling you into his body wrapping his arms around you in a desperate embrace.

Pulling away from him you decide to get to it, “Did you fuck her Josh?”

“I did angel” he says defeated.

With tears spilling over onto your cheeks you turn away from him. You don’t want him to see you like this.

“Why?” You ask through a choked sob. “When?”

“It was a few days after we matched, before I met you in person. The guys dragged me out to a bar after we left the studio and we had already been drinking all day. I was wasted out of my mind by that point and I don’t even remember half of it. I must have told her we were leaving for tour, I don’t even remember putting her number in my phone. I know she must have done it angel, I had no desire.” He says trying to explain.

“Well you obviously had some desire if you fucked her Josh. You fucked her and then had the nerve to keep texting me as if nothing happened?” You ask

Running his hands over his face, he replies, “Technically yes that is what happened, but I hadn’t met you yet. I would never have been with her if I knew then what I know now. If I wasn’t drunk I wouldn’t have gone home with her in the first place. This sounds like an excuse but I am trying to be honest with you. You mean everything to me now. You have to believe me. I have no idea why she is texting my phone, I have not once texted her. Please, say you believe me!” he begs

“I want to believe you Josh, I do.” you say choked up.

His phone rings in his pocket, “Hello?” He says quick and angrily. “Yes, Im coming.” and he hangs up.

Throwing his hands up he says, “I have to go right now.” “FUCK!!” he yells. “Baby please believe me. I am so sorry and I will do anything to prove it to you.” He says with his hands on your cheeks.

“Come on, let’s head down before they come up here looking for me.” he says. You take the elevator down to the lobby, Josh’s manager waiting for him as the doors open. You follow him to the buses and a few people take his bags and start loading them in.

He pulls you away from the bus, and turns to you again, “Tell me you’re still mine, that you still want this” he says gesturing between the two of you.

“I still want this Josh but I need to think.” You respond.

“Can I please kiss you before we go?” He asks, eyes longing.

“Yes” you reply knowing that it’s what you want too.

His lips crash into yours. You are desperate for his touch, craving his need to posses your mouth, your body. His tongue finds yours, warm and swirling, his hands on your face, fingers in your hair. He pulls away from the kiss and whispers. “How can you not feel that I love you?”

Looking into his eyes, you say “I do Josh.” with a final small kiss, he pulls away from you and walks towards the bus, climbing on and waving bye. Your heart aching as you watch him go. Now you are really unsure when you will see him again and you know he must be feeling the same way. Your Uber arrives a few minutes later and you head to the airport to catch your flight.

You thought about Josh the entire flight home. How it felt to be with him the past few days, the way he made you feel, how he told in a round about way that he loved you…but you also felt the bad parts, the hurt you felt and the uneasy feeling of not knowing. The uncertainty of your relationship and where it stands. You know that it is up to you but you are scared of being hurt. You know that your feelings for Josh are deeper than you thought, you consider that maybe you love him too. Amelia picks you up at the airport and takes you home. You decided to not tell her what has happened just yet, chalking it up to being tired from traveling.

When you get home, you immediately shower and crawl into bed. The overwhelming urge to text Josh consumes you and you give in.

You: I made it back to Nashville.

He replies a minute later.

Josh: I want to say I am glad you’re home, but I’m not. I already miss you terribly. I was wondering if I would ever hear from you again. I didn’t want to text you, I am trying to give you some space.

You: I don’t want it, I want you.

Josh: I’m so sorry angel, how can I make this up to you? I will do anything.

You: Promise me that you’re not seeing anyone else? That this won’t keep happening.

Josh: I promise with everything I have. It will never happen again. I actually blocked her number and all of her socials. I deleted that stupid app from my phone... I can’t lose you, that was too close.

You: Thank you

Josh: You are welcome my beautiful girl. Does this mean I get to see you when I come back?

You: Only if you want to…

Josh: I don’t want you to leave my house for a week straight.

You: Did you guys make it to… I don’t even think I had a chance to ask where you were going?

Josh: Yes, we made it, we are in Little Rock now. A whole lot of nothing around here. I wish you were here, this hotel bed is nothing without you.

You: Call me after the show tomorrow?

Josh: I promise.

You: Missing sleeping next to you, sad we spent last night arguing and away from each other.

Josh: Never again angel. Goodnight.

You: Goodnight Josh.

The guys have played shows in Little Rock, Oklahoma City, and are heading to San Antonio tonight according to Josh. They have about 4 or 5 shows left before they come home for a break for the holidays. Josh has called you every night after the shows and things are starting to feel normal between the two of you again. When he called you last night though, things seemed off. He told you he was feeling sick and that his ear has been getting worse and worse every night after the shows. He is feeling the vertigo again and just wants to make it through these last few shows and get home. You tell him how sad it makes you knowing he is in pain and wishing you could be there for him.

Around 2 in the morning you wake up to your phone buzzing on your nightstand.

Jake: Hey, can you meet us at the airport in the morning? It will be early.

Rubbing your eyes you read it again. What?

You: What? Yes I can? What’s wrong Jake?

Jake: Josh is done, the vertigo is bad. His ear is fucked. We are pushing the shows and coming home.

You: I knew this was going to happen. I knew he was lying telling us he felt fine.

Jake: He barely made it off the stage tonight. The whole second half was shit.

You: Text me the flight info when you get it.

Jake: You got it, thanks.

Waiting for them at arrive at the airport you are anxious. Your palms sweating and legs bouncing. When they walk through the gate to baggage claim, you see Josh and he sees you. You stand up, and he turns his head to Jake and pats him on the shoulder mouthing a grateful thank you to his twin.

He walks up to you and almost collapses in your embrace. “My angel.” He says with a tired voice. You kiss his head and you walk over to collect his bag from the carousel.

Jake grabs it for him and then grabs his. Walking to your car he throws the bags in the back seat and tells Josh something you can’t distinguish before they do their twin hand shake thing and he walks off to find his girl. You both climb into your car and you set off to Josh’s house.

“What was that?” You ask.

“He threatened to kill me if I hurt you again. Normal twin stuff. He likes you.” He jokes.

He grabs yours hand and brings it to his mouth kissing each of your knuckles.

“How are you feeling?” You ask.

“I feel horrible, the room is spinning constantly, I can’t hear anything out of my ear and I have some sort of upper respiratory infection on top of it. We had to move the shows again. This really is a nightmare.” He says sighing.

“Well, I am going to take care of you, I am going to camp out at your house and wait on you hand and foot” you say smiling at him. “If you want me to of course.”

“I can’t think of a single thing in the world I want more than that.” He says.

As you pull up at his house you gather his bags and your few things as he unlocks the door and pushes it open. “Yep, exactly as I left it!” He jokes.

“How about you go and get comfortable and I will be in there in a minute? you ask ushering him to the bedroom.

“Promise...?” He asks suggestively.

Rolling your eyes, “yes Josh…”

A few minutes later you head to his bedroom, and he is just getting out of the shower. His hair wet and curls falling on his forehead, body damp and steamy. He is wrapped in a fluffy white towel and it reminds you of the first time you saw him this way and a small smile creeps across your face.

“Whatcha thinking about beautiful?” He asks.

“The first time I saw you like that. Seems like a long time ago.” You say pointing at his towel.

“Convincing you to come to that show was the best decision I have ever made.” He says drying off.

“No, convincing me to stay in that hotel room with you, was.” You laugh.

“You think we can re-enact that night angel?” He says walking towards you.

“Josh, you aren’t feeling well, I am not trying to make it worse.” You reply.

“Please? It is all I have thought about since New Orleans. I hate that I couldn’t be with you that night, it killed me.” He says desperately. Deep down you felt the same way.

“Slow and gentle?” You ask trying to meet him in the middle.

“Exactly what I had in mind” he said reaching for you, his hand making its way to the back of your neck pulling you in and bringing his lips to yours. Your hands cup his face and run through his damp curls and you sneak your tongue past his lips mingling with his. Desperation growing between the two of you, he walks you backwards to his bed and pushes you down falling on top of you, catching himself with his hand next to your head. Reaching down with his other hand he unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down, looking to you for assistance. You grab them and push them all the way off leaving you in your thong and the sweater you chose that morning. His hands find the edge of the sweater and lift it over your head exposing your bare breasts. Running his knuckles over the goose-bumped flesh of you tits, he says “you are the most beautiful woman, I will ever see.” Leaning over taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his hands hold your arms down next to your head. His tongue circling you nipple, he bites it gently and you yelp in pain. His mouth moves to the plump underside of your tit and he sucks it leaving a dark purple-red mark. “Mine” he says husikly.

“Yours” you reply back. He begins to kiss his way down your stomach with small bites and licks. He gets to the top of your panties, biting the hem and dragging them downward with his teeth. Once passing the fuller part of your hips he uses both hands to grab the sides and pulls them off all the way before throwing them up towards the head of the bed. His tongue is immediately on you, his tongue licking a warm and wet stripe up your center circling your clit.

“Josh” you groan.

“Oh baby you have no idea how good you taste.” He says continuing his lapping at your center. Wrapping his arms around your thighs he pushes his head farther into you, feeling his nose on your clit. The air coming out of his nostrils adding even more to the already blissful sensation. “ I need you Josh, please.” You beg.

Coming up from your center you see the evidence of his work all over his face, glistening in the lamp light.

He crawls towards you kissing you violently on the mouth, and you taste your arousal for yourself.

Josh sits up and pulls the duvet cover over the two of you so that you’re completely underneath and warm. Your legs part to let him slip between and he lines him self up with your entrance.

You feel the tip of his dick nudge your center and he looks into your eyes. You reach up and drag your nails lightly down his chest, his skin filling with goosebumps. He very slowly slides the head up and down your slit gathering the wetness on the head, before pushing into all the way to the hilt. A soft groan escapes his lips and his eyes roll back at the pressure of you around him. You put your arms around his torso and pull him in closer to you holding him deep inside of you. He starts to slowly work up a fluid motion of slow gentle pumps into you. Each one calculated and meticulous as he hits that spot deep inside of you. Pressure growing in your stomach, you are enjoying the slow and gentle moment with Josh. He picks up the pace ever so slightly leaning over, kissing your neck and jaw over and over and he lifts his head to whisper into your ear “I love you”. He pounds into you slightly harder. “Im never letting you go again.” He hits that spot again and you tense up around him as you let go and let your orgasm take you away. “You are so beautiful” he cries as you cum around him. Clawing at his back you hold him inside you while you come down from your high. His pace picks up and he says “I’m going to cum inside of you angel. My beautiful girl” and with one more thrust you feel him grow tense inside of you, cum filling you completely as he groans in ecstasy. Looking at his beautiful face you say “I love you too Josh.”

a smile on his face as his lips crash into to yours for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared together.

You both lay there completely in love and enjoying the moment before you hear Josh’s phone ringing from his jacket on the floor.

“Oh here we go…” he says sarcastically before getting up to retrieve it.

“Hello?” He says answering it still trying to catch his breath fully.

“Hey mom…” he says. “Yeah I will be there…” he listens for a minute “Oh he did, did he? Classic. Well, I’m not sure but I will ask.” He says. “Uh huh, uh huh, alright mama, I have to go but I will call you soon and let you know… okay, okay, love you too, bye bye.” he says hitting the little red button.

Staring at you grinning, not saying what he wants to say, he starts smirking and walks to the bathroom. He comes back out a minute later, cleaned up and with a wet washcloth for you. Handing it to you you ask “what Josh, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Well apparently my big mouth brother, told my mother that I have a girlfriend and she wants me to bring you home for Thanksgiving.” He says nervously.

“Oh.” you say shocked, “Where is home?”

He replies ominiously shaking his head almost laughing, “Frankenmuth”.

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greta-flanveet · 1 year

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Everything Has Changed

summary: Penny gets moved into her college dorm and starts her new adventure. As she starts to settle into her new life, she’s paired up with her classmate, Danny, for a group project.

warnings: fluff, light cursing, college freshman stuff

word Count: 2229

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The humid August air wafts through your window as you put the last box of trinkets on the floor below your desk. Wiping the sweat from your brow, you turn to your parents and pump a fist in the air. Classes haven’t even started yet and college is already a demanding experience. Your mom tosses her head back and laughs while your dad starts opening boxes.

“Dad, just relax a minute.” You offer.

“Oh yes, sweetheart.” He stands to meet you. “You’re right, the boxes will unpack themselves if we leave them long enough.” Your mom bites back a laugh and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever Dad.”

You drop yourself onto the stiff dorm room mattress and examine the yellow brick walls. This is home for the next five months. You take a deep breath and sit up, smiling at your parents.

“So, who’s gonna miss me the most when you get back home?” You tease.

Your parents stay silent, exchanging a glance before your dad chimes in.

“Well, I’m going to miss the silence.” You and your mom laugh as she shushes him and slaps his arm.

“What?” He shrugs, shooting you a wink.

You bend over and start unpacking your bedding, clothes, and pictures from home. The hour and a half of work seems to fly as your parents joke and reminisce with you about childhood stories and their college experiences. They give you the “No drinking, no drugs, no sex” talk while you fold your clothes. They remind you to call home and ask for anything you might need while you walk to the bookshelf. Your dad pats you on the back and tells you he’s proud of you while you put the finishing touches on your desk. It’s starting to become real.

“Penn?” Your mom says as she’s getting ready to go.

“Mom?” You say, nudging her arm.

“Just,” she looks like she’s going to cry. “Have fun, study hard, and I’ll see you at Christmas. We love you so much.” Suddenly there’s a lump in your throat.

“Did she start crying yet?” Your dad, ever the jokester, puts a tight arm around your mom, kissing her forehead. “She’s right. Don’t do anything stupid and don’t be afraid to call us. We love you, okay?”

You’re at a shortage of words as you croak out a “Love you, too.” and squeeze your parents. They say their final goodbyes and you watch them leave through your dorm window.

This morning you were nothing but a ball of excitement. Now you’re still excited, but more anxious than anything. College is a big step for anyone, but being the oldest sibling and the first kid to leave the house makes it an even bigger deal for you. You look out across the hall, waiting to see who your neighbor might be, hoping they’re not weird. You open up your class schedule about a million times before realizing you're hungry and it's time to get food. Maybe you’ll meet someone in the cafeteria.

You walk in and realize it’s empty save for two people. Quietly, you sit down and listen to your music and eat your meal alone. The walk back to your dorm is quiet as the summer air warms your skin. You slip into your building and into your newly decorated dorm room and leave the door open, hoping to see somebody, anybody else besides your reflection. After a few minutes, your ears perk up and the sound of voices and laughter. A rush of excitement and nerves rushes through you as you debate poking your head into the hallway. When you do, you don’t regret it.

“Hey, are you new here?” A blonde girl turns to you and waves.

“Yeah! I just moved in today.” You say. She smiles and walks toward your door.

“Thank god! I thought it was just us up here.” She laughs and gestures to the girl hiding behind her. “I’m Felicity, this is my roommate Celeste!”

“Hi.” Celeste waves.

“I’m Penny, nice to meet you.”

“If you want to come, we’re doing face masks in our room in like 20 minutes. Come in your jammies if you want to join!” Felicity offers.

“Yeah! I’d like that. What number are you?”

“Room 314!” She smiles, turning around with Celeste and walking back to their room.

In 20 minutes sharp, you’re down the hall. You barely have to knock once when the door opens. It’s Celeste, her face covered in blue goop. She gestures to her drying mask and silently waves you in. When she shuts the door behind you, you’re welcomed by Felicity, who’s wearing a sheet mask.

“Penny! Come in. I don’t know what sorts of masks you like but there’s a ton of choices.” She says, gesturing to the wide selection of bottles and foil on the ground.

“Holy shit.” You breathe, giggling slightly. “You guys are prepared for the apocalypse!”

The music pairs perfectly with Celeste’s laughter as she struggles to keep her face still. You land on an eucalyptus sheet mask, supposedly for rejuvenation, and join the other two girls on the floor.

“So, Penny,” Celeste mumbles. “What brings you here?”

Both girls eagerly await your response as you take a large sip of water.

“The English program here is amazing. I’d love to be a writer of some sort one day.”

“Wow.” They say in unison.

“My mother used to write,” Felicity starts. “I’ve never been good at it, but she loves it. She swears it helped her through a lot when she was younger. I’d love to see what she’s hiding one day.”

“That’s really cool!” You say. “What are you guys studying?”

“Um.” They both start at the same time.

“Biology. Hopefully that’ll land me somewhere medical-ish one day.” Says Felicity.

“Art. Why not?” Celeste shrugs.

“Aw, man.” You sigh. “I guess we won’t have too many classes together then?”

“Oh. Probably not.” Felicity furrows her brows and pauses the music. “But, on a different note, do you guys want to help me swipe on Tinder?” She wiggles her eyebrows mischievously.

“Definitely.” You turn to see Celeste giving an enthusiastic thumbs up.

The next hour and a half is spent talking, swiping through the app, comparing class schedules, and planning first day outfits. You feel your nerves melt away like the mask residue on your cheeks. Making friends should always be this easy, you decide. The three of you talk about boys, your hometowns, favorite movies, favorite books and more as the time rolls by. Suddenly, it’s midnight.

“Oh shit.” you curse. “I have to go guys.” Celeste quirks a brow.

“Why?” She asks.

“I have a meeting with my advisor tomorrow, I’ve got some scheduling things to sort out.” They nod in understanding. “But, what if we grab lunch tomorrow? We can debrief on your Tinder dates, Felicity.” The three of you exchange a look and giggle.

“Deal.”

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The next few weeks fly by quicker than you thought. You get lunch with Celeste and Felicity almost every day and work on homework together after classes. You call home to your parents as many times as you think about it, filling them in on the important things. Your mom picked up a knitting habit in lieu of you being home and your dad is suddenly a master chef. You tell them that you don’t have any professors you don’t like. It’s a lie. Your history professor is old and unbearable, but they don’t need to know that.

Your daily routine is the same thing all the time. You wake up and get to your morning classes, eat, maybe squeeze in a nap, and work. While your friends and lessons brighten your day, you’re starting to get bored. This is certainly not the college experience you saw in films growing up. You refuse to party despite the invitations and you don’t have time for any clubs this semester. Your socialization consists of your classes, your parents, and your two friends. No boys, no parties, and no clubs.

Week 5 of English 101 comes as an answer to your prayers. You walk across campus to class and take your spot. As you begin pulling out materials for the period, you watch as everybody else files in. It usually seems like you’re the most enthusiastic person in the room, but especially today. The other kids migrate in like zombies and if it hadn’t been for your dose of coffee and love of writing, you might have done the same. The chatter of the room fills your ears as you watch the clock, waiting for your professor. When he walks in, the room fills with quiet and half-assed attention. The change in misery makes you wonder if you're attending a funeral instead of a lecture.

“Alright, this week is your partnered report project. Here is a rubric.” He says, handing out papers to each row on seats. “As you can see, I will pick your partners for you. The prompt will be assigned to you as well and at random. The easiest way to go about this project is to decide with your partner who will research and who will type. Trust me, I’ve seen things blow up without that guidance.”

The class laughs a little at the thought and murmurs about who they might be paired with and what their topic might be. After a moment of discussion, your professor begins to dole out partners. He reads through the list of names and as he calls out to people you watch your peers sit beside their assigned partner. About halfway through, your ears perk up at the sound of your name.

“Penelope and Daniel are my next pair. Get working.” You scan the room for who he might be, but he’s already walking towards you.

He’s tall, with a yellow t-shirt and black jeans. His hair is curly and beautiful, you almost want to reach out and see if it’s as soft as it looks. He’s built like an athlete, but maybe he’s just fit. His nose is gorgeous, too. It’s unique with a hooked end. How have you not seen him before?

When he clears his throat, you feel silly for staring. Scooting in your chair, you make room for him to get into the open seat next to you. He’s even prettier at eye level.

“Hi, I’m Danny!” He extends his hand to you for a shake.

“Penny.” You respond. “We didn’t get our prompt yet, did we?”

Danny shakes his head. “No. If I’m honest, this guy seems like he's a couple beakers short of a lab set.” You laugh at the comment and Danny smiles.

“I think he’s just old.” You offer, trying to be nice.

“Whatever you say.” He shoots back. “So, what’s your year and major?”

“Freshman and English, actually. What about you?”

“Sophomore and Education. I’ve gotta follow in the old man’s footsteps somehow, right?” He breathes a laugh.

“Oh! Does he teach?” You ask, tilting your head.

“He does. He’s damn good at it too. I always had a built-in tutor at home.”

“Wow, that’s really special, Danny. I bet he’s happy to know that you’re keeping up the legacy.” Danny smiles and you wonder if he’s blushing for a split second.

“I hope so. I really want to golf, though. That’s where my heart is.”

“My dad loves golf, but I’ve never understood it. I can keep up with everything else except golf.” You laugh.

“Oh, well, the scoring is in reverse sort of, that’s the easiest way to think about it.”

Just like that, Danny opens up to you. He tells you all about the rules and clubs and terminology. He tells you about why he loves golfing so much and why he’d do it for the rest of his life if he could. He rambles on for a few minutes and you try hanging onto every word. Your eyes flicker between his bright eyes and his smile and you find yourself getting lost in his passion for the sport. You notice how he uses his hands to speak and fixes his hair and scrunches his eyebrows and-

“Alright, now that you’ve divided your duties, here are your prompts. They will all be based on The Great Gatsby, as that’s the only thing we’ve completed so far.”

Just like that, it’s back to business. When the class is dismissed and after you and Danny have had time to discuss, he turns to you.

“Can I have your number?” He asks. Your heart skips a beat.

“Sure!” You respond, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“Great! I’m free tomorrow if you want to work on the project?” He offers.

“Perfect!” You smile. That damned project. “Text me the details, I’ll let you plan since you’ve been here longer.”

“Cool.” He stands up, smiling down at you. “It was really great to meet you.” He says, meeting your eyes.

“You too! Maybe I’ll see you around later.” You say.

You slip your backpack over your shoulders and push your chair in. When you walk out, Danny follows you to the end of the hallway and rounds a different corner, but not before calling out to you.

“See you later, Penny!”

“Bye Danny!”

Maybe this year wasn’t going to be so boring after all, you think, walking back to your dorm.

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 6 months

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Breaking news! Chapter 3 of Rollin' and Tumblin' is done and will be yours tonight! Get ready, we're getting a little dirty!

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builtbybrokenbells · 3 months

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Reaching New Heights

While under the impression that she has the house to herself, y/n enjoys some much needed alone time. Jake, planning on coming home to surprise her, walks himself straight into a whole new world.

Based off this request 🤍

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 11k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, virgin reader/losing virginity, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), masturbating (f!receiving), simultaneous orgasm, multiple orgasm, very soft dom type beat, slight cockwarming if you squint, dry humping, touch of spit play, touch of voyeurism, praise, dirty talk, name calling, begging, very very sweet Jake ☹️, anxiety, fluff, swearing, talks of bad dating experiences, sorry if I miss any!

thank to the lovely anon who requested this! sorry for all of my other requests waiting, I promise I’m getting there! I had an idea like this already sitting in the drafts, so when I saw this request I had to write it! I hope this is what you were looking for, and I do apologize for this basically just being pwp. As always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes! 🤍 (extremely lightly edited)

Intimacy, especially in the sexual context, had always been a touchy subject for you. It wasn’t because of any moral dilemmas, nor because of bad past experiences. You weren’t saving yourself for marriage, and you did not value your virginity as a ‘virtue’. You simply chose not to engage because you had never met anyone who you believed was right for you. You had plenty of dates and failed talking stages with men who only ever seemed interested in getting in your pants, but you had never met someone who seemed interested in you beyond anything sexual. You wanted to explore, to test your own limits and discover yourself with another person, but you could not bring yourself to undress for someone who only wanted (and planned) to leave after the fact.

You were comfortable with your own routine, and after a while it seemed more likely that you would remain a virgin until your hair turned gray and you were sat in a nursing home. At first, it bothered you, but then it became the most normal part of your life. You would rather keep to yourself than give away a part of you to someone who would not appreciate it. Most people weren’t interested in dating once you specified that you would not put out on the first date, and to you, that was okay; they weren’t worth your time or effort. Life was simple without anyone else empeding on your routine, anyway.

Then, one fateful day at a lovely, locally owned music store, you found yourself in front of someone who changed your world entirely, flipping it on its axis and throwing your whole life off course. You had (literally) run into him when you were least expecting it; he had stepped in front of you as you were bustling to the counter to pay for your handful of vinyl records. He apologized profusely, landing a gentle hand on your arm to make sure you were steady on your feet and he hadn’t hurt you. You were too enthralled in the beauty of his face to comprehend the words he was speaking, anyway. His long brown hair hung down to frame his face, and his warm, chocolate coloured eyes seemed to be staring straight into your soul. His smile was inviting, and his charm was unexplainable. He’d made you fall for him without even trying.

Once you managed to overcome your nervous staring, you forced a smile and assured him you were alright. He introduced himself, hesitant to believe you were telling the truth, and insisted on buying your records for you as an apology. After a drawn out back-and-forth argument, he eventually managed to convince you that it was the only apology he would allow for himself. Before you ventured to the counter, you took interest in the specific guitar he was fawning over on the wall. After explaining the details to you, you were left feeling disappointed at the prospect of having to part with him once you stepped out the door.

He ended up buying your records, and the guitar hanging on the wall, but he didn’t seem to want to let you leave without anything more, either.

So, instead of going your separate ways, you ended up at a diner just down the street, sharing lunch and getting to know each other as best as you could in the limited time you had. Laughs were plentiful and fulfillment was felt from all sides. Jake Kiszka was the man you had been waiting for, someone who saw you as a person, not just something to fuck. He was interested in every small detail, and he wanted to know everything he could about you. He was a bit shy, and very nervous, but he was sweet, kind, and he took your breath away. When you left the restaurant, you had a new found excitement for life, and a phone number in your contact list that would now be called on the daily.

At first, the relationship was built slowly and carefully. The two of you started as friends, texting each other regularly and trying your best to discover all of the intimate details about each other. Then, when you guys built up enough courage, you started going on small dates; movie nights, dinner dates, Sunday afternoon drives… you wanted to do anything and everything with him. He quickly became your closest friend and your most trusted confidant. You spent so much time together that it was almost strange not being in the same place. Of course, eventually, his time to tour came around, and it threw your life so violently off track that it was nearly hard to function.

When he first told you, you tried to force a smile and pretend all was well, but he knew you better than that. He could see the sadness in your eyes, and the apprehension. You were both so head over heels for each other that it made it hard to think of anything else. All of the late night phone calls and evenings spent immersed in each other had finally resulted in something much bigger. You were in love, and you were terrified for him to leave you. You feared that once he was gone, he would find someone more exciting, more interesting. Little did you know, he was afraid of all the same things.

So, as you sat in his living room while he packed up the last of his things, he dropped a sly comment about you taking care of his place while he was gone, coming over and watering his plants, and even staying the night if you missed him too much. It was his indirect way of giving you a key to his house, and in turn, his heart. He slipped the spare key from his pocket, handing it over and giving you a smile. Before he went to the airport, you found yourselves confessing your hearts and kissing with tears running down your face. He asked you to be his girlfriend before he ever got on the plane.

Every night, when he was holed up in a different hotel room, he was calling you with excitement, unable to wait to tell you all about his day. It was a different kind of feeling, falling in love with someone without anything other than emotional connection. After a year of touring and only being home with you for a few days at a time, he was growing restless and more eager to be with you again. By the time he got home from traveling the world, he missed you so much that he rarely let you leave his side. Within a few months, your belongings were packed up and ready to be taken to his house, and not long after that, it was no longer just Jake’s house, it was yours, too.

When the two of you were together, it grew increasingly more difficult to navigate your lack of sexual experience. He was very affectionate, his hands always on you and kissing you whenever he could. You felt that he was getting frustrated with your rejections, and it forced you into a corner. You had to open up to him, to tell him the truth and that your avoidance was not because of him at all. You sat him down not long after the two of you moved in together, knowing that you should have confessed to him sooner, and fearful that it would change the way he viewed you.

But, almost as if Jake was put on the earth to challenge every single previous idea you had about men, he smiled and held you, expressing his gratitude that you were comfortable enough to share such things with him. He fell in love with you without sex, and that did not change anything for him. You were worth much more to him than that, and he wanted to make sure you knew it. He thanked you for telling him, and he apologized if he ever made you uncomfortable with his actions before your discussion. He promised that he would never push you, and you could take as much time as you needed to open up and explore that with him.

He was a dream come true, and after a few months, you could easily see that he was determined to stay true to his word. He didn’t once make you feel bad for wanting to wait a little longer, and he never pushed you to do anything that made you uncomfortable. Soon after, you began to realize that Jake truly was the one for you, and that all of your previous fears were quickly becoming obsolete. He did not want you for sex; he loved you for your heart, and when you were ready, he would love you for everything else, too.

Even while you found yourself amidst heated make out sessions, and you could feel how much he wanted you, he never pushed you further. When you laid in bed, and he inevitably found his hands becoming more and more curious, he stopped himself before you even had to say anything. He looked the other way when you were getting changed, and even closed his eyes and left the room if he accidentally walked in on you in an awkward position. He was the epitome of patience and kindness, and the longer you watched him respect you in such a way, the harder you fell for him.

You made sure to thank him often, expressing your appreciation for his patience and his willingness to wait. He valued you so highly, and your comfort was always his top priority. Sometimes, you feared that if you made him wait too long, he would begin to lose interest, but every day he proved to you that he was in it for the long haul. He wanted to be with you, and it did not matter in which way. He loved you, and if waiting made you most comfortable, then he would wait forever for you. It quickly became apparent to you that he was the love of your life, and the prospect of sharing that part of you became more enticing every single day.

It was not like you didn’t want to have sex with Jake; if anything, you wanted it so badly that it made it hard to think of anything else sometimes. Once the fear faded away, it was replaced with awkwardness and uncertainty on the topic. You feared that because of your lack of experience, it would be disappointing for him. There were so many questions that you did not know the answer to, and they plagued you almost every time you thought about it. What if he thought you were stupid because you didn't know what you were doing? What if he wasn’t interested in you once you took your clothes off? What if you did nothing but embarrass yourself?

It was all too much sometimes, and you knew the best way to deal with it was to talk to him, but the topic was daunting for you, and it was embarrassing. It was something you knew little about, and it made you feel silly and even a little naïve. You didn’t know what you liked, and you certainly didn’t know how to do anything that he liked. You knew that with the patience that Jake had shown you, he would be nothing but kind in bed, and he would certainly help you figure everything out, but it was so scary to think about, and it was easier for you to avoid it. You were afraid of looking dumb, and the fear hindered you more than anything else. In the time you spent with him, it became more clear that Jake was what you’d been waiting for the whole time, but now you were facing a whole new challenge; being vulnerable enough to let him show you the ropes.

Every so often, curiosity got the best of you, and you let your eyes linger on him a little too long when he was shirtless, and an unfamiliar feeling would blossom in your stomach. He would move a certain way, or his hand would move a little too far up your thigh, and you would be plagued with temptation to touch him. He would wear certain clothes that would drive you crazy when you looked at him for long enough, and it was becoming harder to ignore every single day. He was what you wanted, and it was so difficult to feel that way when you felt paralyzed at the thought of progressing any further. Jake was driving you crazy, and he wasn’t even doing it intentionally; he was just existing, and that was enough to push you closer and closer to the edge.

Like when he would stretch, and a peek of his tanned stomach would be visible, showing you his treasure trail and a slight hint of a v-line, or when he was sleeping so soundly and turned on to his side to pull you to his chest. The feeling of his body against yours was intense, and the longer he held you to him, he more turned on he would get. An ache would begin between your legs as he slept soundly behind you, his erection pressing into your ass. He wouldn’t even realize it, but he would pull you closer to relieve the ache and give him some much needed friction. You would let it play out; you enjoyed it so much, but you could not seem to voice that to him while he was awake. When he woke and realized the extent of his actions, he apologized profusely while you continued to imagine what it would be like if he kept going, pulling your shorts down just enough to give himself access to you.

You imagined what it would feel like as he rested himself against your entrance, speaking softly in your ear as he talked you through it. How he would put his fingers in his mouth, collecting enough spit to lubricate them before his hand drifted between your thighs. You wondered what it would feel like for his fingers to be tracing around your clit instead of your own, how excited he would be just from touching you alone. Your skin tingled at the thought of his rough fingertips gently working at you as he whispered encouragement in your ear, eventually working you up enough to add his cock to you, too. The picture of him being inside you was too much to bear, and just the thought of feeling so close to him was intoxicating. You had to force a smile on your face while apologized, assuring him you were alright while you thought of all of the filthy things that he could be doing to you. You wanted it so bad, but when you finally found enough courage to ask that of him, the words seemed to get stuck in your throat.

When he would leave for errands, or when he would go to work in the mornings, you would think back on the incidents that caused the flutter in your belly. The longer you focused on it, the more uncomfortable you became. You would work yourself up to the point of no return, and you would have to relieve yourself before Jake got back. In your shared bed, you would let your hand slip between your legs as you thought of all of the things Jake did to you without even knowing it. It wouldn’t take long until you were a mess, muttering his name as you reached a climax that was stronger than any you’d ever felt before.

It was almost routine, now. You were so needy that every time Jake stepped out for a moment, you would have to take the time and get yourself off. It was the only way you could keep up with the temptations without having to open up to him about it. He would come home, and you would smile and kiss him as if your fingers hadn’t just been playing with your own cunt while you imagined it was him doing it, instead.

This small ritual was exactly what happened on that specific day; you had grown so comfortable with it that when Jake left for the studio in the morning, you couldn’t wait to finish your household chores so you could cut straight to the point. You kissed him goodbye, wishing him a good day, and watched as he walked to his car, guitar case in his hand as he blew a kiss to you over his shoulder. The jeans he was wearing were tight, hugging every inch of his legs and showcasing every small detail to you. The denim sat nicely over his ass, and unfortunately for you, every other part of him that you tried your best not to think about. His shirt was old, the button up beginning to fray at the sleeves and the fabric becoming thin and worn. He had the last two buttons done, but left the top open as always. The soft, tanned skin of his chest made your mouth water and your stomach twist with desire. You did not know how much longer you could hold yourself back.

He got in his car and drove away, but you stayed at the door, watching the now empty space for a moment longer while you collected your thoughts. You were so worked up that your cheeks were burning and your heart was thudding dramatically against your chest. You forced yourself to shower, taking some extra time to shave and really make yourself feel good. You did the dishes, and you grabbed something to eat, and you wondered if you might be able to curb the urge that day. Once you were away from him and busy with other things, the need seemed so much smaller.

As you sat down to eat, you knew that it was absolutely impossible to ignore such a feeling, because the minute your mind was left without a distraction, Jake was the only thing it wanted to focus on. You forced your lunch into you, remembering that Jake said his day at the studio might be a little longer than the last. You had ample time to really draw the whole experience out, so that’s what you did. When you made it to your bedroom, you knew you had about an hour until he was home again. You took off your clothes, put on some music, only quietly so you could hear if the front door opened, you turned off the lights, and you laid on his side of the bed. You closed your eyes, breathing slowly as you remembered the morning the two of you spent together. It started sweet, like always.

You woke up with Jake next to you, the scent of his shampoo lingering in the sheets as the soft sounds of his snores filled your ears. You looked back over your shoulder at him, smiling as you admired the peaceful expression on his face. He was shirtless, as always, only a pair of boxers on as the comforter covered up his lower half. You watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed, and his stomach, too. You knew you shouldn’t have looked for so long, because the longer you stared, the more curious you became. You reached out, settling your hand on his stomach gently, a little lower than you usually would. You let your fingers drift over the skin, sending a light tickle through him. He tensed slightly at the feeling, but did not wake. After a few seconds, he woke up just enough to realize it was you touching him.

He moved onto his side, draping an arm over your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Every morning went the same, and you looked forward to it every day. He guided you into him, resting your back against his bare chest. His warmth was comforting, and you wished to live in the moment forever. His hand that was wrapped around you drifted underneath your shirt, resting on your stomach as he brought you even closer to him. The curve of your ass fit perfectly against his hips and his nose was brushing against your shoulder. His head was buried in the crook of your neck as he placed a gentle kiss on it. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine and you closed your eyes. He seemed more awake than he usually was, but not completely aware.

You brought your hand under your shirt, too, resting it on top of his own. Once you felt like he’d drifted off to sleep again, you guided his hand upwards even further, so it was resting on your rib cage just below your breast. You wanted to take it further, but instead, you pushed your ass back into him a little. In his sleepy state, the small feeling prompted a physical reaction. His breathing quickened, but he didn’t move any further. For a moment, you had to question if he was awake too, or if he was stuck in a dream about the exact position you were laying in. His rough fingertips against your skin was intoxicating, and you needed more, but you were too afraid to wake him and tell him so.

You moved your hips against him again, feeling his fingers tighten against you. His knuckles brushed against the underside of your breast, and even in a sleeping state, he could recognize that feeling from anywhere. On his own, he moved his hand up further, cupping it in his palm as his head nuzzled further into your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and that familiar feeling began to pulse in the pit of your stomach. His grip grew stronger, and for a moment, you really did believe that he was awake. His thumb drifted over your hardened nipple, causing your hips to move against him again.

You could feel his erection growing against you, becoming more noticeable as each second passed. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the ache begin to make itself known. Your breathing sped, and your heart pounded against your chest. His hand stayed on your chest for only a moment until a small noise escaped him, his own need showing even while he was asleep. His hand traveled down your body, landing on your hip as he pulled you back on him. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to keep yourself quiet. You bit down on your lip, scared to make a sound in case he woke and the moment ended.

His fingers held you tightly as he pulled you back on to him, his cock painfully hard as his hips moved against your ass. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, and you could only imagine that he was feeling the same type of desperation amidst his dreams. Then, as your heart raced, you heard him whisper your name so delicately that a shiver ran down your spine. He wasn’t just dreaming of sex; he was dreaming of you.

Instead of focusing on what came after, when he woke up with embarrassment written in his features and apologies on his tongue, you pretended what it would be like if you had the courage to tell him to keep going. As you thought of it, you let your hand slip between your thighs. You were already aching for relief, your arousal pooling and showing you just how bad you needed him. You let your middle finger begin tracing slow circles around your clit as your mind clung to thoughts of Jake and just how much you wanted him to take care of you.

You imagined his dark eyes growing heavy as he woke, apologizing being the last thing on his mind. You imagined the desperation in his movement as his fingers dipped below your shorts, moving back from you only for long enough to pull them down over your ass. You thought about how good it would feel to have his hand drift to your cunt, relieving the ache that he’d become so good at causing. You didn’t want him to ask if it was okay, or for any type of permission. You wanted him to have you however he wanted, and you would just be thankful that he was giving you anything at all.

“How does that feel, Angel?” He asked, his voice raspy and rough from sleep as his fingers trace around your aching clit. “Does that feel good? Is this what you want?”

“F-fuck, yes, Jake.” You whine, moving your hips forward to meet his hand, so needy and he barely even touched you yet.

“Just want me to take care of you, baby? Need me to show you how good I can make you feel?” His normally sweet and doting personality was gone, replaced with an animalistic desire after waiting so long to have you. You could feel his cock pressing into your ass, still aching to be touched. He needed you so bad that it was impossible to hide it. “You know I’ll always take care of you, sweet girl… give you anything you want.”

“Y-you, Jake. I want you.” You pleaded, feeling yourself clench around nothing. You wanted him so badly, and you weren’t sure if you could wait any longer.

“You want me, sweetheart?” He crooned, the sound of your desperation sending a shiver down his spine. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes please,” you plead, feeling your stomach twist with pleasure.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, his tone resembling a growl. He drew his hand from you, pulling his boxers down just enough to free himself. He brought his hand to his mouth, spitting on it and stroking himself for a few moments. He moved his hips forward, resting the tip of his cock against your entrance. “How bad do you want it, sweetheart.” His low tone settled deep in your bones, making your entire body quiver.

“So bad, Jake. I need you.” You squeeze your eyes shut, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel him push inside of you.

You worked yourself up to the point of absolute desperation. You felt like you were on the brink of insanity, your skin was on fire and your mind was a mess with thoughts of the boy you were so in love with. You were so deep in the fantasy that you could feel it, as if he was in front of you, touching you and pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You were sweating, your heart racing and your stomach twisted into knots. You needed to let go, but more than that, you needed him.

Little to your knowledge, Jake was unlocking the front door, a sneaky smile on his face as a bouquet of flowers was held tightly in his hand. He’d been planning this all week; coming home from the studio early to surprise you, just to see the look on your face. He’d been working more often than usual as of late, and he felt like he wasn’t spending enough time with you. He’d specifically told you he’d be later than he actually would be, just so he wouldn’t ruin the element of shock. When he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he expected to be greeted by you soon after. His confusion grew as he looked to the kitchen and did not see you there. Next, he checked the living room, wondering if you were curled up on the couch reading a book.

When he couldn’t find you there, he figured the only other place you would be is the bedroom. Your car was outside, and you hadn’t mentioned having to run any errands that day. He took to the stairs, wondering if you decided to take a nap or watch a movie in bed. As he climbed to the top of the stairs, he noticed the soft drift of music through the door. He smiled to himself, knowing he would find you wrapped up in blankets and dozing away the day. He could curl up next to you, holding you close while you slept, and maybe even fall asleep beside you. As he reached the door, he was about to reach out and turn the knob, but he froze in his tracks.

An unfamiliar, incredibly enticing sound reached his ears. It was muffled, barely heard over the speaker and through the closed door, but he caught it. Instead of interrupting, he waited and listened, wondering if his ears were deceiving him. He moved his head closer to the door, nearly pressing his ear against the hollow wood as he strained to hear, trying to piece together the situation.

You were so lost in your own little world that you did not hear the door open downstairs, nor did you hear his footsteps in the hallway. You were so close to an orgasm that not much could distract you from it. Your eyes were shut, your breathing labored as you pictured how softly his hands would drift over the curves of your hips, and how intoxicating his tongue on your skin would feel. You thought of the sweet words rolling off his tongue, the imaginary praise and encouragement driving you even closer to a climax. He would be so sweet, so attentive and caring, and you knew he’d make you feel better than you ever had before. You couldn’t help it, the moans falling from your lips were obscene and his name was delicately mixed within them as if he was in there with you, causing the pleasure himself.

He listened carefully, his cheeks flushing with pleasure at the sound of pleasure stuck on your lips. Desire filled him, running all the way from his throat down to his stomach. It made his chest burn and his skin tingle with excitement. In an instant, he’d forgotten about the romantic gesture and the flowers in his hand; he was only focused on wanting to be the reason those sounds were laced around your tongue. He didn’t want to interrupt, and he feared that if he opened the door, he would embarrass you to death. He worried about overstepping, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but the sounds were so beautiful that it made his head spin. He tried to force himself to stop listening, fearing he was breaching your trust and invading your privacy, but he couldn’t will himself to walk away.

He was growing increasingly frustrated as he stood and listened, his heart pounding against his chest and his whole body aching with desire. He could feel himself growing more turned on, his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans as his own desperation became stronger. He palmed himself through the fabric, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He knew he should walk away, leave you alone to finish up and go take care of his own problem. It was the right thing to do, and he knew that, but the idea of you touching yourself, possibly to the thought of him, was so enticing.

Just as he thought he could find the strength to walk away, he heard the sound, so gentle and loving that he could not withstand it any longer.

“Oh god, Jake.” You whined, the sound floating through the door and settling deep in his chest. “Jake…”

It was too much for him. His hand shot out, clasping around the doorknob as he gently pushed it open. The light flooded the room, illuminating you laying so intimately on his side of the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, blotchy with red patches. A thin layer of sweat had formed over your body, only making you all the more beautiful to him. Your lips were parted, his name still caught on your tongue as your hand was settled between your legs, working intently at your cunt. Your head turned to the side, your eyes wide with shock as you tried to process the sudden change in the situation. You were so caught up in pleasure that your hand didn’t even move away from your clit as you locked eyes with him.

Suddenly, your brain seemed to catch up with the situation, and embarrassment began to take over. You panicked, scrambling to move your hand away and cover yourself with the blanket, but he took a step closer and shook his head, speaking lowly to you.

“Don’t be shy, Angel.” He rasped, looking down over you with dark eyes. The man before you seemed to be a stranger, nothing like he was in the morning before he left, but in the best possible way. The calm, domineering tone was so different, but it was fantastic all in the same. He looked down at you, his lips curled into a slight smirk as he stood over you at the foot of the bed. The desire he’d been holding back for so long seemed to be coming to the surface. He couldn’t help himself, and a part of you was thankful for it. “Don’t stop, sweetheart. You can put on such a good show.” His eyes lingered over your face, watching you closely to see if you were uncomfortable. Instead of discomfort, you seemed curious, excited, even.

And you were. You didn’t intend for the situation to turn into this, but perhaps it was the best possible outcome. You had been so afraid to have sex with Jake, and for reasons that were completely irrelevant. He was the man you’d fallen so deeply in love with, and someone you wanted to share this part of you with, too. Him walking in on you allowed you to avoid the awkward conversations and nervous stuttering, because you were already worked up to the point of no return. This made the part you were dreading so much easier, and the look in his eye made you feel foolish for ever thinking he wouldn’t love your body just as much as he loved your heart. Something in his expression told you that he would give you all of the direction you needed if you allowed him to do so.

Slowly, you pushed the blanket away from your body, returning your hand to its earlier position. You continued holding his gaze as you brought your middle finger back to your clit, tracing slow circles while he gave you a smile of satisfaction.

“So this is what you get up to when I’m gone all day?” He asked, his tone low and gravelly. He was so overcome with lust that it was impossible to think of anything else. “As soon as I leave, you come up here and play with that pretty little cunt, without me?” His expression was stern, his jaw tense as his teeth clenched together. You could see his cock strained against his pants, and the fact that he was really standing before you rather than existing in your imagination was making the pleasure all the more intense. His words were filthy, but for some reason, it didn’t seem to scare you. You’d been fantasizing about words like that coming from his mouth since the first day you met him.

“Y-yeah,” you nod, stuttering slightly. He didn’t care, nor did he notice, anyway. Your embarrassment was growing smaller with every passing second, and the desire in his eyes made the whole thing seem less terrifying. To see him want you so badly made your stomach twist into knots. He gave you a small smile at the word, happy to see that you weren’t shutting him out. The small expression was enough encouragement for you to keep going.

“Do you think of me, Angel?” He asked, his gaze flickering down to your hand, working carefully to build yourself back up to an orgasm. “Do you wish that I was here doing it, instead?” He asked, reaching one hand down to his cock, adjusting himself in his pants to make it more comfortable while he watched. Your eyes were fixated on his hand, cheeks red at the thought. You wanted to see more, but you weren’t sure what to do next. You were so out of your comfort zone, but something about being able to do it with Jake made it all the more easier. “Come on, baby. Talk to me.” His voice was softer, now, showing you that he was willing to help you through it.

“I-I do,” you nod, catching his eye again. Somewhere in his pupil, he was trying to tell you that it was okay, and you believed it.

“You want to show me what you do when I’m not here?” He asked, gauging your comfort level with his questions.

“Yeah, okay.” You breathe, nodding again. He gave you another smile, licking his lips slightly. To see him look at you in such a way was almost too much to resist. Instead of jumping straight into it, you let him talk you through it, slowly and steadily.

“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart. Just like that.” He said, watching as your hand worked at your cunt. “Then, once you finish, maybe I can show you what it’s like when someone else does it for you.” He posed it like a statement, but he was asking for permission. He needed to touch you so badly, but only if you wanted him to.

“Yes, please.” You whisper, excited at the thought. You were already so close to the edge, spending the last half an hour working yourself up to a climax. The intrusion slowed down your progress, but definitely did not stop it completely. As you finger drifted over your clit, your stomach was burning with the familiar feeling, but it seemed so much more intense than before now that he was watching you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you could feel the pull of pleasure again, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breathing.

“That’s it, baby. Doing such a good job for me.” He said, but it was strained. He wanted to be the one driving you crazy, and it was nearly torture having to watch you and not touch you. You try to hold your moans back, scared to embarrass yourself, but he thought that your state was all but shameful. He thought you were gorgeous, and he felt so lucky to be able to see you like this at all. “Let me hear those pretty noises again, sweet girl.” He pleaded, taking a step closer to the bed. “Don’t be shy with me.” At his permission, your lips parted and a soft moan filled the air. The sound alone nearly drove him to insanity. He watched you carefully, noticing as the muscles in your stomach tensed with every wave of pleasure. He wanted to remember the way you looked in that moment forever.

You were so close to an orgasm, and the desperation was evident in your movements and your voice. He needed it like the starving needed food, and he couldn’t wait much longer. He leaned down over you on the bed, letting his hand drift over your exposed thigh, the touch light but electric.

“Fuck, Jake.” You expressed your thoughts, feeling the pleasure pulsing under your skin and throughout your entire body.

“Look at me, baby.” He said, wanting you to open your eyes. You did as he said, catching the warm brown of his irises and feeling the warmth flood you. Your breath caught in your throat, and your muscles constricted. You were so close, and him looking at you in such a way made it all the more intense. “Let go,” he hummed, giving you a smile. His eyes were heavy and his chest was heaving with every breath. “Come for me, Angel.” And you did, your limbs trembling as the pleasure took hold. You’d never felt like that in your entire life, and it was so intense that it made your head spin and your chest burn. You didn’t think it was possible to feel such a way, but as you looked into Jake’s eyes, you knew it was all because of him. “That’s my girl.” He sighed, leaning down and pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh.

The feeling made you melt into his touch, his lips so delicate against your warm skin. You wanted more; suddenly, your own hand wasn’t enough. You needed him to do it for you, to feel what it was like when he touched you. You reached down, cupping his cheek in your hand as you let your thumb drift over his cheek. He hummed against you, still focused on the feeling of your thigh against his mouth. The longer he left them there, kissing a trail upwards, the sloppier he became. He sucked light marks into the delicate skin as his hand found your hip, pulling you down on the mattress towards him. He wanted you to feel admired, to know how strongly he felt for you. He wanted you to know that the situation did not have to be scary, and he only wanted to make you feel good. He was there for you, and his pleasure came second to all of your needs.

You watched him as he did all he could to showcase his admiration. You were still aching to be touched, the orgasm you had given yourself long gone and barely enough to keep you satisfied. You needed to feel him, you needed him to bring you to such pleasure, and you couldn’t believe you waited so long to feel him like this.

“Are you okay with this, baby?” He asked, looking up to you with his eyes nearly closed from the weight of lust in his stare.

“Yeah, I am.” You assured him. “I’m… I'm okay.”

“You tell me if you need me or want me to stop, okay?” He ordered, settling on his stomach between your legs. “Even if you just want me to slow down… I need you to tell me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” You hummed a response of agreement, but he didn’t move any further. “I need to hear the words, honey.”

“I will, Jake. I promise.” He gave you a soft smile, looking over your face to search for any discomfort. When he saw only excitement, he brought his own hand between your legs. Carefully, he brought his fingers to you, gathering your arousal on his fingers before bringing them to your clit. The feeling was foreign, but as soon as his fingers landed on the sensitive bundle of nerves, the unfamiliarity quickly became obsolete. His rough, calloused fingertips moved slowly over you as his eyes stayed on your face. It was immediately pleasant, way more so than your own hands doing the work.

“How’s that, Angel?” He hummed, his eyes flickering down to his hand that was working at you. His mouth watered from the sight, but he held himself back from going any further until you were comfortable.

“S-so good.” You whined, looking down at his face. The sight of his eyes fixated on your cunt made your stomach burn with desire. All of the fear you felt before was gone; you should have known better than to think Jake would view you as anything other than gorgeous.

“You want me to keep going?” He asked, looking back up at you.

“Yes, please.” You breathed, nodding at him. He gave you a smile, adding a little more pressure to his thumb. The sensation caused you to move your hips down on his hand, searching for more. He kept the pace for a moment, before sliding his thumb in place of his middle finger. He rested his middle and index finger against your entrance, waiting to see your reaction before doing anything else.

“Is this okay?”

“G-god, yes.” You nodded, still sensitive from your first orgasm. Everything he was doing felt fantastic, and you never wanted him to stop. Before going any further, he leaned forward and let a trail of spit fall from his lips to his fingers, making sure that it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for you. You watched, feeling a flutter of emotion rush to your core at the sight. He gave you a small smirk, noticing the reaction. Slowly, he added one finger first, wanting you to grow comfortable with the feeling before going any further. Once he knew you were alright, he added a second.

“There you go, beautiful.” He smiled, noticing your eyebrows furrow with pleasure as a moan fell from your lips. Gently, he pumped his fingers into you a few times, spitting on his hand once again to lubricate them further. “God, you have no idea how much I thought about doing this.” He muttered, more to himself than you.

“Y-you… you think about this?” You asked, your cheeks turning red at the thought.

“Think about it?” He nearly scoffed. “Baby, I dream about it.” He corrected, curling his fingers upwards slightly as his thumb brushed over your clit. You let out a sharp breath, the feeling unfamiliar but incredibly pleasant. “I think about making you feel good, and about how pretty I knew you would look while you cum…” he trailed off, driving himself crazy at his own words. “About how good you’d taste, and how good you’d feel…” he cut himself off, realizing he might be too obscene for you at the moment. You looked down at him, almost as if you were pleading with him to keep going. The knowledge that he thought about you the same way you thought about him made your heart skip a beat. “How good you’d feel wrapped around my cock.” He finished, stronger and more confident. He could feel your walls clench around his finger at the sound of his words.

“I think about you, too, Jake.” You confessed, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back on the pillow. The pleasure was more intense than anything you’d felt before, and his words were making it all the more satisfying.

“Yeah? You think about me touching you like this?” He paused his thoughts, increasing his pace ever so slightly. “Such a dirty little thing.” He teased, smiling up at your blushed face. “I love it.” He made sure that you knew that more than anything else. “How does this feel, gorgeous?”

“It feels so good, Jake.” You assure him, hoping that he won’t stop.

“Can I try something?” He asks, leaning down and pressing a few more kisses into your thighs.

“Y-yeah, okay.” You nod, unsure of what he had in mind, but trusting him more than anything.

“M’gonna use my mouth, okay?” He said, scanning your face. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, excited at the prospect.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay Angel?”

“Okay.” You nod, your eyes fixated on him as he moved closer to your heat. He moved his thumb from your clit, but you barely have time to mourn the loss before his mouth was on you and his tongue was doing the work, instead. “Oh, fuck.” You whine, reaching down and tangling your hand in his hair. The feeling was more intense, and definitely more powerful. The warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue was like heaven, and so unlike anything you’d felt before. He barely started and you could feel your walls fluttering against his fingers. You were bordering another orgasm, and you weren’t sure how much you could take before you let go.

His tongue moved carefully, but with intent. It drifted over your clit, savoring any bit of arousal still left on you. His eyes were closed as his hips moved down on the mattress, the friction barely relieving the ache of his cock, but making it a little more bearable. Your breathing was shallow, and the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair was driving him crazy. He pumped his fingers into you as his tongue worked at you, curling his fingers slightly every time he re-entered. The different types of stimulation was not overwhelming, but just enough as they worked together to push you to the edge.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whined. He hummed against you, showing you how much he was enjoying the sound. The vibration ran through you, tightening the knot in your stomach. You were so close, and your skin was tingling with pleasure. “I think… think m’gonna cum, baby.” You warned. He did not pull away, instead he made his movements more pronounced, needing it more than he needed anything more in his entire life. Your mind was flooded with desire for him, and you could only whimper his name.

He was making you feel better than you ever had before, and you were so in love with him at that moment. You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather be doing this with, and you felt so comfortable and loved. He adored you, and he was coaxing you so gently to a climax that it was hard to feel any fear or anxiety about it. He was so gentle and kind, his touch soft and his words sweet. He wanted you to get the most out of it, and more than anything, he wanted to make your first time special. He waited so long for this moment, and now that it was here, he was doing everything in his power to make sure you enjoyed it.

The orgasm washed over you hard, making your legs shake and your eyes squeeze shut. Your fingers tightened around the stands of his hair, and you moaned his name as the pleasure took over. The obscenities falling from your lips painted the walls, burying the memory in the room until the end of time. You felt so good that you forgot how to breathe, and your head felt light. As the intensity died down and you relaxed against him, he began to taper his movements off until he came to a complete stop. As you caught your breath, he pulled back from you and looked up at your face. His eyes were heavy, and lust was hanging thick in the air. He needed you, and he did not have to say it aloud; you could feel it.

As he straightened up, his chin was glistening in the dim light, your orgasm lingering on his skin to remind you of the moment. “How was that, beautiful?” He asked, his voice husky. Your mind was still hazy as you admired his face, watching as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“So, so good, baby.” You sighed, giving him a lazy smile.

“You want to keep going?” He asked, standing from the bed. You admired him, shirtless and standing over you. Your head was swimming with joy and your skin was ablaze with desire for him. You made it this far, and you wanted to go all the way. You were more than ready to take the step with him, especially after he was so caring and loving with you just moments before.

“Yes, please.” You whisper, giving him a smile. He returned the expression, slowly undoing his belt buckle, pulling it from the loops. His discarded it on the floor, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. You felt like you were holding your breath as you waited for him to undress, feeling excitement begin to build within you. He slipped out of his jeans, kicking them to the side. Then, he looked at you, making sure you were okay before he took off his boxers. He saw the admiration in your eyes, and it made his stomach flutter with adoration.

“You want me, sweet girl?” He whispered, his jaw tense as he watched you look at him in wonder.

“Yes, please.” You nod, waiting for him to advance further. He gave you a soft smile, pulling off his boxers and throwing them to the side. When he straightened up, your breath caught in your throat. He was stunning. The discreet toned muscles in his abdomen that were so often hidden by clothes took your breath away. The soft v-line leaning down from his hips was delicious, and you could feel the arousal begin to grow once more. When he stepped closer, the light seemed to shine on him a little more. You could see all of him, and he was breathtaking.

His cock was painfully hard, the tip red and glistening with pre-cum, and it was so enticing. Seeing all of him was something so special, and you almost regretted not doing it sooner. He kneeled before you on the bed, settling between your legs as he smiled down at you. “Hi, gorgeous.” He hummed, his expression sweet and his eyes showing you nothing but love.

“Hi,” you grinned, feeling excitement overtake all of the anxiety. He reached to the other side of the bed, grabbing a pillow.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.” He said. You did as he told you, and he slid the cushion underneath you. “Should make it a little more comfortable.” He promised, leaning down and bracing his arm beside your head. He gave you a stupid smile that told you how enthusiastic he was. You couldn’t help but smile back, finding his joy infectious. He leaned a little further down, capturing you in a kiss. You melted into the feeling, so relieved at the comfortable and familiar feeling after so many new sensations. You closed your eyes, cupping his cheek in your hand to hold him to you. You wanted to live in the moment with him forever.

He didn’t rush you, kissing you softly for as long as you needed. It was messy, but it was beautiful. His teeth pulled your bottom lip between them, teasing you slightly. You smiled against him, finding the playfulness soothing. “I love you, Jake.” You mumble against his lips.

“I love you so much, Angel.” He whispers, looking down over your face. “I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the whole world, you know that right?” Your cheeks burn red, but you can’t hold back your smile. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have you.” You sigh, your chest aching with the amount of love you have for him.

“Thank you for trusting me, y/n.” His voice is full of emotion now. The lust took the back burner, second to his love and appreciation for you.

“Thank you for being someone I can trust.” He smiled at your words, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours once more.

“Are you ready? If not, I can wait.” He assured you.

“I am.” You promised. “I’m ready.” He gave you another kiss, biting back another smile. He felt giddy with you, like it was his first time again, too. The strength in which he felt for you nearly brought him to his knees. He leaned back, looking down over your body with a look on his eyes you weren’t sure he’d ever seen before. It was so full of emotion that it made your stomach twist into knots. He spit into his hand, stroking himself before lining himself up with your entrance. He looked to you for approval, and you gave a slight nod of your head.

“It might be a little uncomfortable, so just tell me if it is, okay? Just want you to feel good, baby.”

“I will.” His concern with your pleasure was driving you crazy. He guided your legs around him and waited for a moment, giving you the chance to change your mind. When you said nothing, he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

The feeling was different, but not unpleasant. It took a moment to get used to it as he fully buried himself in you. He paused before moving any further, looking to see if you were okay. You couldn’t help but notice how full you felt, how well he fit with you, and how right it felt. You caught his eye, letting out a little sigh of satisfaction. The small sound nearly pushed him over the edge as he sat, completely still inside of you. His cock twitched slightly, the knowledge that you were enjoying him sending him feral.

“You want to wait, or do you want me to keep going?”

“Keep going, please.” You breathed, wanting more. He gave you a small smile, moving his hips ever so slightly. You tended slightly, adjusting to the feeling, but as he continued, it began to grow more comfortable. Soon after, prickles of pleasure started to ignite your skin. “Oh, Jake.” You sigh, letting your head fall back on the pillow. “That feels… so good.” His jaw clenched at your words, thrilled at your enjoyment.

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” He asked, reaching down and letting his fingers dust over your bare stomach. They trailed all the way to your chest as he cupped your breast in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. His thumb toyed with your nipple, the small sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

“I do,” you breathe, nodding your head.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered to himself. “You feel so fucking good, angel. Doing so good for me.” Your walls clenched around him as he spoke, drawing him in further. He wasn’t moving very fast, but the feeling was more than enough. It was exactly what you’d been waiting for, even if you didn’t realize it before. Slowly, he began to pick up the pace, unable to hold himself back any longer. “Tell me if you need me to slow down, baby.”

“I will,” you moaned, feeling the intensity begin to build in your belly again. “God, Jake. F-faster, please.” You pleaded. He let out a groan, resembling more of a growl than anything else. He grabbed your hips, pulling you down towards him a little further. His thrusts sped, and he put a little more force behind his movements. He looked down, watching how your bodies fit together, feeling a whole new sense of desire as your hips met his with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He groaned, leaning down and pulling you into a kiss. He’d waited so long to feel you like this, and he was afraid he might not be able to hold himself back.

“Fuck, Jake.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. His hands on your hips felt so good, his fingers burning into you in the most intoxicating way. You felt better than you ever did before, and you never wanted to stop feeling that way. He was so enchanting, and everything he was doing was euphoric. You felt like you were melting into him, both of you becoming one as the fire burned in your hearts.

“Need you to cum for me one more time, angel. Just one more.” He pleaded, pulling you down on him as he thrusted into you. The angle he was hitting was intoxicating, pulling you in further with every move of his hips. His lips met your again in a heated kiss, your chests heaving as the intensity continued to consume you. Your stomach was twisted in knots and your forehead was glistening with sweat. Your whole body felt like it was ablaze with pleasure, and you needed more than he could give.

He pulled back from you, his hips still keeping a steady pace as his hand reached between you, circling around your clit once again. The second sensation to hold with a fervent appetite, consuming you entirely and making it impossible to think of anything else. His fingers on you and his cock filling you up was pushing you to euphoria, and your vision began to blur. Your mind was hazy as you tried to focus on his face, wondering how you got so lucky to be with someone so beautiful.

“You think you can give me one more, beautiful?” He asked, his voice shaking as he spoke. He was holding himself back to make sure you were pleased, but the idea of him being such a mess for you was driving you even closer to insanity. The most pleasurable part of the whole thing was knowing how good he felt, and how much he loved pleasing you.

“Y-yeah,” you managed a nod, looking up at him with desperate eyes. Your muscles were tightening as you tensed, preparing for the wave of pleasure about to wash over you. The burning in the pit of your stomach was familiar now, and you knew that he was the only one who knew how to get you there.

“Cum for me, baby.” He said, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with precision. Your legs locked around him began to tremble, and your breathing was ragged. You were so close, and you needed it. More than that, you needed him to cum at the same time.

“Cum with me, please.” You pleaded, admiring the look of pleasure twisting his expression. He let out a groan at your words, his eyebrows knitting together as his hair hung down over his face. You’d never seen Jake look so ethereal before, and it was driving you mad.

“That’s what you want, angel? That will make you happy?”

“Please, Jake.” You said, reaching up and clasping your fingers around his bicep.

“Anything for my girl,” he muttered, his head falling back as he let out a string of curses. He even made the obscenities sound beautiful. You watched as the columns of his neck tightened and his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, sweat dripping delicately down across his skin. Strands of hair stuck to the damp skin, framing him in a picture you wished to burn into your mind until the end of time.

The climax hit you hard, and you clenched around him, crying his name as you felt the pleasure fill you completely. He didn’t have time to nurture you through it, because at the same time, his orgasm washed over him. As you rode out the high, his hips stuttered and a breathy moan fell from his lips. He spilled his release inside of you, the feeling so addicting that it forced you into another wave of pleasure. Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, and after the intensity began to fade, Jake leaned down and wrapped you in his arms. Without withdrawing from you, he turned on his back and pulled you on top of him. With a giggle, you landed comfortably in his arms with a smile so wide it made your cheeks ache.

You rested your head on his chest, your skin still tingling with the ghost of your orgasm. You placed a kiss to the skin, feeling his heart thud against his ribcage. His hand trailed down your back, his fingers tickling you slightly as he traced shapes into your skin. For a moment, neither of you spoke, and you didn’t need to; the whole world felt perfect.

“How was that, angel?” He asked, reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear. You grinned down at him, unable to put your thoughts into words. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great, Jake.” You assured him, leaning into the touch of his hand.

“You’re not hurt, are you? I wasn’t too rough?” His hand shot to your hip as he looked down, trying to see if he left any marks on you. He was panicking, worried that he hadn’t taken good enough care of you. The last thing he wanted was for you to be in pain.

“It was perfect, my love. It was better than I could have ever imagined.” You promised, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. He relaxed against you, feeling better at the sound of your words.

“So… it was good? You… you liked it?” He said, his own nerves getting the best of him. You could feel him start to go soft inside of you, but neither of you cared to move. You laid together, smiling in bliss at the moment.

“It was phenomenal… I had a fantastic time.” You said, blushing slightly. “Thank you, Jake. For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, beautiful.” He pulled your head down so he could place a kiss to your forehead. “It was my pleasure.”

“I do, though. Thank you for being patient, and thank you for caring enough to wait it out. And… thank you for making my first time so special. I’ve always been kind of… afraid, I guess, and you made it so easy.”

“I’m glad I could do that for you, angel. You’re my biggest priority, and I just want to make sure you’re happy and comfortable, and I want you to have a good time.”

“I had such a good time.” You smiled, laying your head on his chest again. “Do you… you think maybe we can do it again, soon?” His grip tightened on you as he let out a small chuckle.

“Sweetheart, we can do it whenever you want. All you have to do is say the word.” He promised.

“I love you so much, Jake.” You whisper, pressing another kiss to his chest with a smile on your lips.

“You have no idea how much I love you, sweetheart.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

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SOMETHING... | JTK

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f! Reader

Word Count: 10.6K

Summary: When you have to say goodbye to your professor and mentor, a cocky young professor steps in, Jacob Kiskza. Literature used to be your safe place, but now you feel him getting involved in every corner; it doesn’t help that you’re his TA. You deny yourself every opportunity to fall for him until…

A/N: Hi guys :) I know it’s been forever since I’ve put something together and I apologize about that, but this is life. This one has been on my mind since the Grammy U interview and I finally had the idea to put it all together. I hope you enjoy :)

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MENTIONS OF/ TW: Sexual content (of course), talks about death/grief, angst, swearing, Dom! Jake, restraints, possible orgasm denial, choking, alcohol use, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, ~some~ degrading, praise kink!, I’m sorry if I missed anything, but, etc, it’s filth.

The classroom was cold in the early months of the year. You had gotten in the habit of wearing your coat through the 3-hour seminar. You were lucky that this class only ran once a week, but you often had to stay longer than the students, working with the professor for a few hours afterward. He was always elusive. Always eager to get things done as fast as possible; efficient and snappy.

There was much to admire about him, but his personality often left you rolling your eyes. He always seemed a bit too sure about himself, always being the tough grader, pushing students further than they were willing to go. He cared a lot, especially about the subject matter. He still had that gusto in him to do things right, to be stern.

He was new to the program; and before this, only about a year into teaching. You studied under his predecessor. She was a kinder old woman who cared deeply for you, like your mother away from home. She taught you everything- and even got you to change majors during your sophomore year. She supplemented your reading supplies, nurtured your abilities, and was always willing to sit in deep conversation with you. Discussing the classics, introducing modern pieces, talking about life, talking about it all.

Professor Kiszka on the other hand…

When he took over for Professor Meelo, he took very little time to rip the bandaid off. When you had originally been promised a TA position in the literature department, you were expected to be under your mentor, not a cocky white man.

You spent weeks crying during winter break after first meeting him. The day you met him didn’t go exactly as you hoped. It was the week of finals when you found out Meelo was sick, and that she was stepping away from teaching. As if finals week wasn’t stressful enough, you had to come to terms with the fact that the woman who taught you everything was going to be leaving this world sooner than you would’ve thought. It was even more of a punch in the gut to walk into your introduction meeting to see… him.

3 Months Ago

The walk across campus felt heavier than usual. The winter had been harsher than it usually was in early December. The wind whipped across your bare rosy cheeks, causing freezing tears to slowly fall out of the corners of your eyes. Almost like a bad omen, the weather continued to get worse as you sludged your way across the quad.

The parking lot was nearly a mile away from campus, which was nice during the warmer months; the trees would sway across the crosswalk, blessing the sidewalk with fallen flowers and leaves. The grass was green and lively, a welcome mat onto a wonderful learning home. Between the cracks of the stone walkways, little dandelions would grow. You never understood the people who thought them to be unnecessary weeds. They were bright and yellow lively plants, and when the time of beauty passed, they passed their good wishes onto you. Blowing what once were vibrant petals into the wind. Who knew you’d miss the weeds on your walks?

Instead, now the stones were smeared with remnants of snowy footprints, broken earth that had been cracked through with the force of shovels, and the remnants of the dead earth.

Meelo called you just last week. You begged to go see her in the hospital, but she didn’t want you to worry too much. She agreed to call you every other day, just like your usual coffee arrangements. She loved them just as much as you did. She never had a husband or any children. Her students were her children, her soul was fed enough through changing lives that she didn’t want to take away that love from her students or prevent any child from feeling all of it. You were not the first to bear their soul in her office, but you might be one of the last.

Meelo begged you to go meet the new professor. You had tried to rescind your TA position, but she blocked you at every chance she got. Even while in hospice she still managed to look out for you…

“Please, sweetheart. I know it’s not easy. But he’s young, he’s smart, I think you’ll have a lot in common with him,” She pleaded through the phone.

“But he’s not you. I just, I thought… I thought I’d have more time…” Your voice trailed off.

You tried to hold the phone away from your face, trying not to distress her more with the sounds of your whimpers and tears.

Her voice started again, “You never know what you will learn from him. You have more time with me, but there comes a time when a teacher must share her students for them to learn more. If we stayed in our echo chamber together my dear I’m afraid you wouldn’t learn everything you need to know. Jacob is going to be a great professor, and I know you will learn a lot from him. His research and analysis work is quite extensive. The school and I hired him for a reason. Please. Just give it a try. For me.”

“Just for you.”

And here you were trudging through, feeling every bone in your body telling you to turn around, to go home. But you were doing this not for you, you reminded yourself. For Meelo. She was right, you latched on to her from your early years in college and favored her over all of your other professors. They were kind and nice as well, but it didn’t matter to you in the end, if they weren’t Meelo, they were never going to compare.

The building seemed colder than usual. The large glass windows were covered by their shades; no one wanted to see the gross state of life outside of the classroom. That’s hardly motivating to any student, the fluorescents would give more life than the grey state of the weather.

You pull the door open, walk through the entryway, and follow your usual path down the hallway to Meelo’s room.

The thing about old colleges, everywhere you turn is a little piece of history. Each room has housed many professors and many students. The building had life, had ghosts of its own hidden in each brick, in each stone. You felt the comfort of this presence moving through the hallway.

You stop right before Meelo’s room, catching your breath before you enter. Trying to have an open mind. Kiszka could be something, or he could just be another man throwing words at you. Not that all men were the same, but a majority of the male professors here were lackluster, favoring the male students and the athletes who needed the better grades to stay in the school. And if they favored the women… You always felt a cold chill thinking about that. Thinking about why…

One last deep breath before you enter the classroom. You grab tight onto the handle of your tote bag and strut confidently into the room.

It was empty.

The beautiful artwork and posters that Meelo had filling the room were stripped. Revealing the natural state of the architecture. It was beautiful in its own way but didn’t feel like the educational home you once felt so blessed to be in. The desks were all shoved to one side of the classroom. The previous welcoming U-shape was demolished, instead providing a cluttered destruction of Meelo’s work.

You stood awestruck in the shape of the room. There was no time wasted between Meelo leaving and Kiszka starting to make his mark on the room. The bookshelves that used to be filled in the back of the room had been emptied and their contents sat on the floor in boxes.

You walk over to the boxes, kneeling to gently sift through the carelessly placed books. This was Meelo’s library that she had collected for the classroom. Take a book, leave a book, borrow a book, bring it back. You loved visiting this wall every week, seeing what books your peers were interested in, and which books made their way into the library. Some new, and some returning after long months away.

Sitting on top of the box was the classic “Brave New World”. Aldous Huxley. 1932. Not an original copy, but a new binding. It was like the universe was sending you signs. This would be a brave new world. A world where you might have to come to terms with the fact that Meelo would not be in your life forever. A world where you might have to figure out everything with a new mentor. A world where you thought you would have years to work on your pieces with a woman who understood you, but now you would turn over your heartfelt pieces to a man. One who may not understand you the same as someone else does.

“A favorite of yours?” A voice perks up from the doorway.

You turn to see him. Your eyes work your way up his figure. He’s wearing Chelsea boots, black thick linen pants, a white loose shirt with a black vest, and a dress coat over it. His chestnut hair lays over the shoulders of the coat, and his eyes are covered by circular gold-rimmed sunglasses. He oozes mystery. His arms crossed, surveying your crouched body by the boxes. You hate to admit it, but he may be one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen.

You hold up the book towards him, displaying the cover.

“Not particularly. I don’t like thinking about the takeover of technology. It feels too real right now.” You respond.

He wanders over to you, taking his time, each step creating the most annoying echo in the emptied classroom. He reaches his hand out to yours, asking silently for the book. You hand it over to him and stand to match his level.

He passes the book between his hands, admiring the binds, “Ah, yes, but perhaps something can be learned from the book if more understood its warning… if only more read it…”

“If only…” You let the conversation trail off. Your eyes wander back to the pile of desks on the opposite wall. You feel yourself zoning out, focused only on the change of the room, not on the man in front of you.

“-Your favorite?” He asks.

You snap back to the conversation, trying to recall the beginning of his question, “I’m sorry?

“If this is not your favorite, can I ask which is?” He waves you to walk with him.

You follow him into the office at the back of the classroom. He sits in Meelo’s chair, and you sit in the chair that had held you so many times. You wouldn’t be surprised if the cushion had a you-shaped imprint in it at this point.

He asks a third time, “You don’t seem like the Jane Eyre or Louisa May student, so what is it?”

You let your bag fall off your shoulder and you try to sit up in the chair, asserting some sort of professionalism. Your answer will hold some sort of judgment for him. Although you want to be offended by his comment about the female author’s classics, he’s right. They were never your favorite.

“Tess of the D’Urbervilles. Meelo gave it to me as my first assignment.” You respond, confident in your answer.

He nods in approval, “Lovely choice, very telling. Meelo said you were very bright–one for the classics.”

He leans back in his chair, stroking his chin. His hand reaches up to the gold-rims and pulls them off, clattering onto the desk. He pulls himself towards the desk, resting his elbows on the table.

“Are you going to ask me mine?” He asks, almost presumptuously.

You fight back the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, he has to find a way to be important here. You adjust yourself in your seat, crossing your arms in the process.

“If you want me to know, why don’t you just say it?” You retort.

He chuckles to himself, “Lord of the Rings.”

Your mouth falls so far open that you’re afraid a fly might buzz its way in. You lift your hand to your mouth and try to hide your disapproval.

“That’s a classic for sure.” You reply, “Not one I would’ve expected from a college literature professor, but a classic nonetheless.”

He pushes himself off the desk, running his hands through his long locks before they make their way onto the arms of the seat.

“You don’t approve?” He scoffs.

“I didn’t say that, I just said it’s not one that I would expect.”

“I believe there is a difference between a personal and professional favorite. A favorite you could read over and over again, and you could enjoy without having to think too much about what it all means. it’s an adventure, its heroes and legends, it’s a call for relaxation and enjoyment. I’d rather have my favorite be a well-known classic than a deep thought-provoking story about purity.”

You fight every urge in you to slap the man sitting before you for disgracing such a beautiful novel. But you think about Meelo. You think about stepping outside of the echo chamber.

“I think we may have different opinions on favorites, Professor Kiszka.” You say shortly.

You feel the tension grow between you already. This would be a difficult semester. Even more difficult because as you felt your dislike for him grow, you couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful man sitting in front of you. His brown eyes stared deep into you, trying to assess his new assistant. You tried not to let him in too far. You were not fawning for him, at least you weren’t trying to. You wanted to fight off the growing warmth crying to spread through you. It was like seeing a handsome stranger in the bar; you knew the danger, but almost didn’t want to let yourself protect your heart.

He was by far the youngest professor here, and the most eligible. No ring was on his finger.

“Please, call me Jacob.”

You stood up from your seat, throwing your bag over your shoulder. You try to compose yourself enough not to let any distaste escape from your lips.

“Sorry, Professor Kiszka, I have finals I need to finish, it was a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to working with you in January. If you need anything from me before then, I believe the dean gave you my information.”

You reach your hand out awkwardly, trying to invite a handshake. He cautiously reaches his hand back, pulling you into a firm, but still gentle handshake.

His eyes meet yours. The deep brown staring into you. Although you should have the power from your standing position, you knew he held all the cards from his seat. The handshake lingered longer than you had expected, both of you locked deep into staring each other down. He finally releases his hand.

“It was a pleasure.” You start to leave the office, but he makes one last remark, “Oh, one last thing…”

You turn to face him, “Yes professor?”

He reaches into the desk and pulls out a cloth-bound book, handing it to you. You slowly return to the desk, taking the book from his hand—the Lord of the Rings.

“Try it for me? You do have a whole winter break…”

You rub your hands over the cover, smiling at his request. You place the book back in his hand.

“I used to read it as a child. No need to give it a try when you’ve read it four times already.” You smile at him.

Even if it wasn’t your favorite, didn’t mean it wasn’t a favorite.

Present

In some ways, your relationship with him felt like a love-lost marriage. Just moving through the motions. You sat in on the classes and took note of who engaged, and who didn’t. You graded assignments, tests, and papers, with him always double-checking and doubting your work. You didn’t sit in on long conversations with him like Meelo. Perhaps some of that was your fault, always quick to get to work. He adjusted to you quickly, understanding how you needed to work, and letting you grieve.

Meelo passed quickly into the semester. You cried once in front of him when the news broke. You nearly snapped his head off when he asked if he could help you. From that moment on he took on this cold persona, but you don’t blame him at all. You knew in your heart that you would not have the same connection with him as Meelo, so it was easier to never try.

Through everything, your work never faltered, and your school work remained the priority. Perhaps it was a way to hide through all the pain but the calculated steps it took to grade provided a soothing rhythm amongst the distress.

You never failed to notice all the times you caught him catching glances at you. You were silly to think that it meant anything more than just a quick look, but still maybe somewhere in your heart, you had hoped that maybe he was thinking of you more than his assistant. For weeks you watched him stroll into class, always wearing a disheveled but somehow put-together outfit. You loved seeing how he would piece together different clothes from his collection. Never repeating an exact outfit, but always finding new ways to repurpose the same items.

One day he walked in with a new addition to his look, a cluster of pendants on a necklace. They looked older, more worn in than any new silver. You asked him about it briefly, trying not to engage in a further conversation.

“They’re coins, Spanish coins, designed after ones from the 1600s. I think the jeweler lied to me when he said they were originals, but they still look okay… Do you think so?

“You look like a pirate.” You responded.

A sexy pirate. You shoved that thought deep into the back of your mind. Holding on to it, because you didn’t want to forget how good he looked.

His Thursday classes were always one of the better ones. This was one that you had to take yourself for your graduate program. There was no TA’ing involved as that would be a huge conflict of interest if you got to grade your papers. You chose to sit in the back corner of the class by the window, in hopes that when spring rolls around you could watch the foliage return. The unfortunate thing about this choice was the waiting. February was colder than you had expected and the windows provided no warmth.

When you were TA’ing you got to sit at the edge of the office and the classroom. Kiszka brought a space heater for you to place at the doorway. He joked he didn’t need his assistant ‘freezing to death’, because then ‘who would grade the papers’.

You tried your hardest to not let him favor you, but you knew he was someone who would be kind no matter how much you asked him to stop. He would leave books on the edge of his desk for you to read and when you tried to return them he declined and told you he already had a copy in his collection. You doubted that and always protested in fear that you thought you might lead him on. But in the end, it was always you walking out with a new book in your bag.

He was trying his hardest to get along with you. Some days it was easier and you would entertain his questions, but other days it was easier to be quick and move along. This relationship was not going to be a fairytale. You had already found your soulmate once, and you lost her. In your mind, there was no more room in your heart to let someone in. And why should you prepare space for someone if you truly don’t know if they want to be there?

This class although interesting became boring as the weeks went on. The class had fallen into a seasonal depression of sorts. Many like you had expected to have Meelo for the semester when you had booked your classes, so when Kiszka showed up and tried to shake things up… It wasn’t easy. He was skilled and smart, sure… But not the same. He craved involvement and wanted the class to join in with him, but often would push people further than they were willing to go. A room full of mid-20-year-olds was truly a space of burnout. Many of these students had already passed four, sometimes five years of school before they stepped into this class. They no longer have that lively interest in reading and analyzing literature but want to create their own.

“-And what was this author trying to convey through his use of metaphors?...” He asked from his commanding space at the front of the class, “No one?... No one picked up on this…? Or are you too scared to be wrong?”

Your attempts at fighting off eye-rolls also subsided the longer this course went on, and this roll came on hard. You’ve heard this line countless times through multiple classes. He wasn’t wrong, but he could at least find different ways to say the statement.

“Y/N? Care to enlighten everyone?” He calls to you, in need of saving the class who had lost attention nearly an hour ago.

“Sure. It’s a metaphor for how women are treated in society.” You answer.

He grits his teeth and sighs, “Not quite, but you’re close…”

You lift yourself from your slump, “No, that’s right. She is clearly trying to convey the expectations of women in society and how we are treated. As a female author, she leaves these metaphors to be very simple for female readers to understand. For males, it’s harder to grasp that the severity of these situations could imply the treatment of women, but that’s what she’s trying to explain.”

He clasps his hands together giving them a brief shake, “That class, that is how you analyze. Literature can be read in different ways by different readers. The author may have a clear intention of what they are trying to write, but others may be able to relate it to other aspects of their life. I have my own interpretation, and you all may have others. That is how this should be working. There is nothing wrong, with how you analyze, just that you have the knowledge to back it up…”

Every time you tried to make him out to be the bad guy, he ended up being in the right. You hated how smart he was. You hated how much you wanted to watch him while he stood up there. You hated how he wasn’t her. But you knew you didn’t want him to leave.

“So with that,” He continues, “Finish up the last few chapters and please come prepared with statements next week about your findings. I want you to dig deep; feel the author. I’ll see you next week.”

The class starts their shuffle for the door, while you meander to your usual spot at the doorway of the office. The next class wouldn’t be in for 20 minutes, but you would at least have time to warm up.

You click on the heater and walk over to Kiszka’s rolling desk chair. You take your coat off and rest it over the seat, pushing it over to the door. Kiszka finds his seat at the front of the classroom, pulling out his book of the week. He usually would try to follow you, asking you what you were reading, then the next day showing up to class with an identical copy. It was annoying and endearing how much he wanted to learn from you. You wondered if it upset him that you weren’t as keen on learning from him.

He confided in you that Meelo was an idol of his as well, and although he didn’t get to learn from her, he was going to try to through you.

You pull your copy of Anna Karenina from your bag and join him. Your chapters ahead of him, but you enjoy being one step in front of him.

You peep up from the back of the room, “I didn’t ask, but please tell me this isn’t your first time reading this.”

He lifts his head from the book slightly, eyes still skimming the page, “Third.”

You sigh in relief. That would’ve been embarrassing; for him.

You return to the book. You’re finding it harder to dive in today than usual, something is different… You see out of the corner of your eye that Kiszka has put down the book altogether, and you can sense him staring. This lasts a few moments, but you try to remain focused on the words, but catching yourself having to re-read the paragraphs; not processing the sentences you’ve already read.

A minute goes by and he hasn’t returned to his pages. Instead, you hear the squeak of his chair rolling over to his computer. A few clicks and a frenzy of taps on the keyboard.

“Hey.” He prods.

You look up again from the book. He peers at you over the edge of his computer and then closes it so he can see you better. He grasps his jaw lightly, stroking it in his hands.

“Yes?” You asked, trying not to seem annoyed by the interruption.

“Let’s go over your manuscript. I want to see it.” He continues.

No. It’s not time yet. You’ve been meticulously editing it for months now. He wasn’t supposed to read it until midterms, you were supposed to have more time…

You drop the book into your lap, “It’s not ready…” You close the book, “Also we have class in twenty minutes, you won’t be able to read it all by then.”

He stands up from his seat, straightening his vest out, “I canceled class. Pull it out.”

Two Hours Later

Some time had passed. You both sat in his office now. Him at… his… desk, and you still positioned by the heater at the door. At this point you were warm enough to finally take your sweater off, stripping down to a simple black t-shirt. You saw him staring through the pages when you pulled the sweater off. If he had looked any harder you think he might burn a hole through the book.

The office was silent except for the occasional click and clack of the heater, and the flickering of the candle on his desk. He flipped through the lightly bound pages while you continued through your reading. Every couple of minutes you could hear the stroke of his red pen hit the pages. The words or corrections will wait for you later. You could sit and scoff at them later in your apartment. The man said his favorite book was Lord of the Rings, how could you possibly trust his editorial judgment?

You had made it about a hundred or so pages through your book, which was slower than you would’ve liked. You still couldn’t breach the interferences. You thought the silence would help, but hearing his hums, his pen strokes, the occasional sip of scotch… It was all a distraction.

You couldn’t stop looking up from the book to watch him slyly admire your work. You knew your writing was good; Meelo had seen the early stages of it all. She heard the direction and loved every word… A complete sadness rushed over you thinking of how she would never see the final product.

Kiszka would adjust himself every few minutes; switching positions in his seat. You wanted to trust yourself enough not to look every time he shifted his hips, but those linen pants he loved so much left little to wonder about him. You had a closeness to him that you didn’t want to admit. As many differences as there were between you, there were just as many similarities. He was an outsider here; you could see that clearly. The other professors didn’t trust him because of his age- the students tried to walk all over him because of that too.

Even though you wanted to hate how pretentious he seemed, deep down you knew it was a facade to seem more studious to others. You saw the real him in glimpses. The kindness he offered to you that many others most likely wouldn’t have. Your youth and love for literature matched his perfectly, although you couldn’t always find the way to express it correctly. Your loyalty to Meelo prevented that at every chance.

Letting him read this manuscript was a big step that you didn’t fully even realize until he had reached the halfway point. You wanted to go and rip the pages out of his hand, throw them out the window, prevent him from seeing you too deeply… But something inside you needed to know what he thought of it.

Frustrated by your lack of progress, you lowered the book into your lap. You took this time to look around the room. It had changed so much since you had seen it back in December. Kiszka’s library had taken up the room, along with his record collection. When you would come by early in the morning to drop off the graded work, you would hear him playing some of it. Blues, rock, the classics. You never disturbed him during these times, it felt too intimate to interrupt. Instead, you would place the binder of essays on his classroom desk and scurry away before he could come to say hello.

You place your bookmark into the page opening. You calmly stand and place the book where you once sat. Quietly, you make your way over to his collection.

You see him peer up through the pages. Curious about your movements, watching you silently behind the manuscript.

You lower yourself to the floor, sifting through the jackets of the vinyls. Alphabetical. Of course. You make your way quickly through the a’s and land through the b’s. As cliche as it seems, you truly love Abbey Road, and of course, there it is front and center with the other Beatles albums. You pull it out from the shelf, removing the jacket carefully from the sleeve. You lift the vinyl out and place it on the record player. It’s a modern one, which feels very out of character for Kiszka. He always seemed like the type to randomly have every item of his be nothing newer than 20 years old.

You press play and lower the needle onto the music.

Come Together plays softly through the speakers. You turn to look back at him, seeing if there is any protest. Instead, he has the red pen out, slashing across the paper. You grit your teeth and try not to engage. You return to his collection, running your fingers along the remainder of the vinyl. The plastic tickles through your fingers, creating a click, click sound as each jacket releases from your hold.

Although you did want Kiszka to keep reading, you felt it was necessary to distract him, to try and persuade him to step away…

You continue from the vinyl collection, traipsing through the room. It’s like a library out of a movie, truly. You admired his office deeply and loved to gaze at it while he was lecturing. Sometimes when he was deep in his philosophy of literature speeches, you would lean back in the chair and try to read the book titles from afar. Your eyesight was good, but not good enough to make out the exact names of all of them. You never dared to peruse like this before, but this moment presented the perfect opportunity.

You were his captive for the remainder of his reading. Well… In all reality, you didn’t have to be here, but you didn’t dare leave that manuscript alone. It had been stored with you in your tote for the past month. You tried to take chunks of edits at a time, working through it yourself when you had time but didn’t want to share it with anyone until you felt that it was complete.

You tried to fight Kiszka off, but the notion of him canceling class meant that he found taking the time to do this very important…

The books that were displayed on these shelves were not the type of books that you would find at your local bookstore. They were older, worn in, some of them originals, even some you haven’t read yet. Maybe he did have some things that he could show you…

You make your way to the last set of bookshelves, rounding the back corner of the office. The last edge of the wall had his makeshift bar.

The liquor was all dark, amber-colored. Very manly, you thought to yourself. Bottles of whiskey and scotch lined the makeshift bar. Jack Daniels, Sazerac Rye, Macallan Double Cask… You recognized some of the labels.

Kiszka crept up behind you, “If you wanted a glass, you could’ve asked.”

He reaches down below you to fetch a rocks glass from the bar. He grabs the Macallan Double Cask and pours a finger for you. The alcohol flows effortlessly out of the bottle, barely splashing into the glass. He hands the glass to you, your hand brushing his. His touch is warm… Kind. He takes his other hand and grabs your shoulder, in a comforting way. You want to seem completely normal, but feel your cheeks getting rosy from the touch. You suck on your bottom lip and try to hide your face.

You take a large swig of the scotch, trying to be mindful of not wasting such a good drink. He looks at you, shocked at your ability to take it so easily.

“Wow. Good.” Is the only words he can mutter.

You smile meekly. The praise makes you feel undoubtedly shyer than you had just before.

“Are these originals?” You ask, pointing to the corner section of his library, “I couldn’t tell, and didn’t want to touch them if they were.”

“Many of them, yes,” He responds, “I trust that you would be gentle with them, please, which one were you curious about?”

You make your way over to the shelf, placing your drink down on the small table near the corner. You reach up to fold out the red bound book. Its title was completely faded from the binding, but we’re curious as to which one it was. He follows closely behind you, close enough to almost be on you.

He laughs, “Funny you should grab that..”

You open the cover to find Lord of the Rings printed in big black letters.

“Oh, dear god.” You sigh.

“It is an original if that makes you feel any better about it. I know you hate this book, but still-”

“No, no,” You protest, “I never said I hated it, I just said it wasn’t my favorite. Remember we have different opinions on that professor.”

He scoffs and takes the book from your hand. Rubbing the cloth binding with his thumbs.

“Want to know something funny?” He questions.

You did. You really did. You wanted the connection at this moment… For whatever cosmic reason it finally felt okay to banter with him. You nod your head, approving him to continue.

“I saw the movies before I read the books.” He laughs, “My brothers and I loved it, we were practically obsessed, but I was younger then and a stupid boy who didn’t read like I do now. Not the fairytale way most people find their favorite but it reminds me of childhood…”

You wanted to laugh, you wanted to make fun of him for it. But you knew that this was a special moment for him. A look into his past, a presentation for more. He places the book carefully back on the shelf, tucking it back into its spot.

“Well, I guess that makes more sense now. But, as a graduate professor, you ought to just say you like the pretentious shit. No one’s going to take you seriously.”

He turns from the shelf, “Who said I was worried about that? If I lie then I am a fraud. I don’t care if anyone says that.”

Oh fuck. His confidence is so intoxicating. He’s right. Why should he care?

“I just- I meant… I thought that the other professors-”

“You thought that they don’t take me seriously? Right. They don’t. In schools like this, you have to earn respect. I’m not an alumnus, I didn’t go to Harvard, but I do a damn good job at what I do. As much as you may protest some of my teaching, I know what I’m doing.”

He breezes past you and strolls back over to the bar to pour himself another drink. You reach back for yours and hold it between your hands, trying to collect yourself. You hope that you didn’t hurt him.

“Did I offend you?” You ask.

“‘Course not,” He takes a swig, “I just wish you would realize that it doesn’t matter what standards others hold you to. You are not someone else. You are you.”

“I know that.” You respond dryly. Your answer didn’t sound as confident as you wanted it to be. It came out unsure and desperate.

“Then why has your whole academic career been based on your relationship with one woman? Why must everything you do be for her?...”

You stand there silently. Completely struck with emotions. Anger, sadness, discouragement.

“She… She made me who I am,” You pipe, “She’s the reason I am in this program.”

He strolls back over to you, locking your eyes with his. It’s intimidating, this look he has on his face. He’s studying you, seeing how lost you feel. Truly for the first time you couldn’t even try to put up any walls. He had broken you down.

He places his hand on your shoulder again, “Can I show you something?” He asks.

Before you have time to even object to him, his hand moves from your shoulder to your waist, guiding you back towards his desk. You feel butterflies growing inside you.

No. You can’t. You shouldn’t. He is your advisor. He is not someone you should feel this way about. He’s trying to help you, he’s not interested in you.

The vinyl finishes its song and moves on to Something. He guides you into his seat. You place the glass down on the desk and wipe the condensation from your hands onto your thighs. He reaches over the desk and twirls the manuscript back in front of you. The pages sit open about two-thirds of the way through. He stands behind you, practically leaning on your back. His chest rests against your shoulder, pointing at the beginning of the page.

“See this paragraph here?” He questions.

You strain so hard to not melt at his touch. His hair is grazing your cheek. It smells wonderful, but you can’t admit that. He has this gentle but clean musk about him. He smells like a perfectly cared-for bookstore. A soft smell of tobacco and oak. The chains with pendants are draping over his neck, sparkling in the moonlight of the night, softly clanking together with his movement

You need to focus.

You respond, afraid that you waited too long, “Yes?” Your voice wavers, the lack of confidence creeping back through, “Is there something wrong with it?”

He turns to face you, “Yes. I have a big problem with it.”

You feel your heart sink. What could be wrong with it? The back half of the book is the best part, it is the part you feel most confident with. You feel confused. All of those walls and confidence you felt once in his presence were lost.

“What…? What problem?”

You look back at the pages, disregarding his closeness to you, pulling the bundle of paper back towards you, and flipping through to the previous pages. He puts his hand on yours, stopping you from searching. He lowers himself next to the seat, squatting to be at your eye level. His thumb wanders back and forth over your wrist.

He smiles a crooked and cunning smile, “It’s some of the best writing I’ve seen in years, and the author was too scared to even share it with anyone. She lost someone and had to do this all on her own. That’s terrifying, but it’s still her work. ”

You look at the hand holding yours. It’s strong but has a softness to it. It has a few rings sitting on them, but none a wedding band. You lower your head and release your wrist, grabbing it with your other hand. You sigh heavily and grasp your hands in front of the pages. Your hands travel up to hide your face, which presents a melancholic smile that you can’t let go of. You can’t tell if it’s the liquor or his presence, but you feel a glow coming from inside.

You rush your hands past your face and through your hair, resting your hands on the back of your neck. Scoffing, you turn to look at him. His amused smile is irresistible.

“You,” He starts, “Are an amazing writer.” His hand lifts from the pages and reaches up towards your cheek, holding your face in his palm, “And no matter who your teacher is, you can still do it on your own.”

Your hand finds its way up to his arm, holding him back. Staring longingly at each other. Both deep down knowing that this was about to lead down a path you couldn’t return from.

“Professor-” You initiate.

“Jacob.” He replies.

“Fine… Jacob. This- I… I don’t think.”

He quickly removes his hand from your face and comes to his senses. “Oh, dear, um… I’m so sorry y/n… I…”

You let yourself slump in the seat. How could you? How could you squander that moment? After years of wishing to find a man who was at least half as interested in literature as you… Here you are throwing it away. But you could be right to do so. He was your professor, you were his assistant, the moral implications of this all…

Jacob stands and leans back onto the desk, stroking his chin, concerned. Thinking about it all. You can see the nerves climbing through him. He feels embarrassed.

You reach your hand up to your face again, burying your emotions into your skin.

“I just thought- I, fuck.” He continues, “I thought we were turning a corner, I was looking and I thought I saw you-”

“You did.” You respond, “...I was looking.”

You lower your hand from your face to stare back at him. You put the manuscript back on the desk and stand.

“You… You were?” He searches for the answer.

“Jacob… For months I have looked. I didn’t want to like you. I didn’t want to admit that to myself. My mentor was my heart and soul, she was everything to me. I didn’t want to give you any chances because I didn’t want to lose someone like that again… I can’t handle that heartbreak. But…” You trail off.

“But?” He inquires.

You reach for the scotch glass and swirl the liquid around. Staring deep into the stormy amber.

“Fuck it.” You take the last of the scotch into your mouth and turn back to Jacob, “You… You are what I’ve wanted. I can’t deny the way I feel when it’s just us. When I see you deep in thought, when you push me to go further; when you challenge me. When we’re alone, and I see you for the man you are. When I see how genuinely fucking amazing you are. And I’m so mad at myself for not opening myself to you.”

Jacob peels himself off the desk and stances himself in front of you. He grabs your hands and holds them tenderly in his. You drop your head, your hair falling over your frustrated expression.

“You were grieving, you wouldn’t have been ready for this.” He reaches his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You look up to him with doe eyes. He was the older man, coming in for the prey. You wanted to be his. You wanted to have him. You wanted it. You denied it for months. You denied it from the moment you saw him. You denied yourself to knowing him in fear that this exact moment would happen. But here you were. Unveiling yourself to him in the very place you felt the first attraction.

“I want to be ready. No, I am ready. I want this. I can’t deny myself happiness because of everything that happened,” You said.

“Are you sure?” He asked. Trying to test you.

You nod your head in approval, trying once again to keep the emotions bottled in.

“I don’t want you to feel any pressure because-”

“Please don’t say it. I know. I know this is all morally fucked up, but I’m an adult, you’re an adult. Just treat me like one.”

He smiles, admiring your maturity, “If you want to do this, there are some things we have to settle first.”

You look up at him confused, “Things? What things?”

“More like rules,” He answers, titling his head playfully, “I need to know what you’re comfortable with. I don’t want to scare you even more than you already seem.”

He returns his hand to hold your face, just like he previously had only moments before.

“I’m not scared Jacob. What rules?”

“As much as I like to be gentle with women, I also enjoy being rough.” He says through a velvety tone

You jolt back, at first fearful of his words, but relax quickly, reminding yourself you don’t need to be scared.

“How rough are we talking…” You prod.

The cunning smile returns across his face, “Don’t worry, I don’t leave marks, at least too bad of marks… And only rough enough that you’ll still be wanting more by the time we’re done.”

You bite your lip at the thought. You’re no virgin at this point in your life, but you’ve never been able to explore this type of intimacy. Every man in college is practically an amateur at pleasuring women and even more so when it comes to exploration in sex. You’ve read plenty of books to know about the type of sex he was talking about. As much as you enjoyed the classics and the light-hearted romance, you still found yourself picking up a steamier romance book in private.

You wanted that. Had practically dreamed about it before…

Being here with this man, who was only a few years your senior, felt like you could practice this fantasy safely. He knew what he was doing, he could show you pleasures you didn’t even know you could enjoy. Even if you felt like you couldn’t learn more from your education with him, perhaps there were other things he could teach you. It was all becoming a bit too exciting.

His hand moves slowly down from your cheek to your waist. His palms gently grazed your spine until they locked in on your love handles.

“So,” He continues, “Are you going to be my good girl? Can you be good for me? Do you think you can take it?”

You reach out to his chest, moving aside his shirt which had barely been buttoned. With one swipe down his sternum, you unlatched all of them revealing his smooth golden skin. He watched you intently, seeing you explore his skin like never before. You traced your fingers along the opening, feeling your need to reach more grow. With each second that passed you felt the insatiable thirst to be close to him; to feel him. His grip on your waist tightened with each pass you made over his chest.

His other hand joined him on your opposite side. You feared that your hips may break with his excited hold. You looked up at him, biting your lip, trying to remain coy. That soft smile appeared on his lips; you had answered with your body language.

He pushes his hands further into you and lifts you onto the desk, your ass barely resting on the edge of the wood.

“Words,” He said, pulling himself closer into you, resting perfectly between your legs, “Nothing’s going to happen until you tell me you want it to. This isn’t going to work sweetheart unless you use your words.”

“Jacob-” Are the only breathy words that you can mutter.

You can feel him growing, feel the linen pants barely holding back his excitement. You feel your heartbeat travel from your chest, down into your stomach, into your…

His hand moves up to your jaw, holding it firmly in his grip, “Y/N, follow the instructions. Words. I’m not going to wait much longer.”

“Yes-”

Before you can even finish he’s pulling you into an embrace. Your lips meet his. The soft taste of scotch remaining on both of you created an intoxicating addicting feeling. It was complete passion, complete neediness to be one. His tongue introduces itself into your mouth… Soft, wet. Beckoning. The noises you both are making sound feral, completely unusual for the both of you. What once was a prim and proper relationship between you became a fervent desperation to touch… To fuck.

His hands traveled down your body, first reaching your chest, grasping you completely in his hand. Rolling his palms over the front of your breasts, driving you completely mad. You wished the barriers of clothing had been completely stripped away, but he was too hungry to even keep you waiting for long. His hands reached under your shirt, plowing underneath the wire of your bra to find your naked breasts. A soft relieving moan escaped your lips through the breaths of the kissing.

You reached your hands out to find the remainder of the buttons of his vest closing you off to his body. You made quick work of unbuttoning them, reaching your hands across his midsection; climbing to his back. Reaching up towards his shoulders, feeling the softness of his skin across the pads of your fingers. God, he was perfect.

His fingers traveled to your nipples, running his thumb and forefinger over the bud of your nipples. Before you could even realize what you were doing, your nails dragged down his back, raking into his skin. He paused the kissing for a moment to let out a moaning growl. He slid his hands out from your bra, slipping down to the edges of your shirt, attempting to tug it off as fast as he could. You snatched your hands out of his shirt to raise them over your head, giving him complete access to strip you.

He placed his hand between your breasts and forced you down onto the desk, your head falling onto the manuscript below you. He shook off his vest and was quick to pull his shirt off.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who likes it rough, huh?” He asked.

You lifted your head from the desk, “No, definitely not.” You responded. Unsure where this untamed version of you had even come from.

“No, sir” He stated, pushing you back down.

“What?” You asked, skeptical of what he meant.

He mounted himself once again between your legs, grinding himself into you. He traced his finger down your neck, to the waistline of your pants.

“Sir… That’s what my good girls going to call me, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, unaware that you were even doing so, “Call me Jacob,” you mock, “Call me sir.”

He reached back up to your jaw, pushing his thumb into your cheek, “If you’re going to be a brat we’re going to need to set some more rules. Good girls don’t get punished, but you’re already testing me.”

Completely stunned, you look back at him trying to emulate a softness, an apology. You had to admit though, you weren’t scared of him… If anything you were more turned on by the thought of his punishments.

“And how would you punish me, sir?” You ask in your best sultry voice.

He let out a low grumbling laugh. He studied your body, not even acknowledging your question, just thinking… Thinking of what he would do to you. He grabbed onto your hips and pulled you hard into his cock. There was no wondering anymore. You could feel how large he was, how excited he was. If your own body wasn’t blocking it you could probably see it entirely.

“Maybe,” He starts, “Maybe you’re not going to be my good girl,” His hands dig deeper into your waist, “Maybe, you’re going to be my little slut.”

The word echoed through the room. It sent a shiver down your spine, but not the feeling of being displeased, it was a feeling of being right. Being here with him, being under his control, felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders. He could see you in a way that someone hasn’t seen you for months. He was learning every inch of you and would learn even more as the night went on.

He leaned down from his high position to plant gentle kisses along your neck. Gingerly leaving behind little reminders of passion.

“-And if you’re going to be my slut,” He whines through breathy kisses, “you need to know the safe words.”

You run your hands up to his hair, feeling the soft strands between your fingers. Tracing his scalp over your fingertips. You don’t want to go this slow, the breaks are killing you. You just want to feel him. You want to feel him on you, in you, taking you completely as his own.

His kisses finally reach the band of your jeans, but that doesnt stop him from exploring further. He pulls down on the jeans to reveal more of your stomach, delivering gentle almost tickling kisses.

“Green,” He whispers, “Means you like it… You don’t want me to stop.”

His hand travels over to the button of your jeans, popping the metal away from the denim. Your eyes follow him, watching his hair fall over your stomach, the metal of his necklace chilling your bare skin. His shoulders look strong here, masculine, powerful. Watching him focus so intently on you is killing you. This is a man unlike any other that you’ve been with, he’s focused on treating you first, even if there were some other pleasures in it for him.

“Yellow,” The zipper slowly starts to unravel as he pulls your pants further down, “Means you need me to slow down… If you need a break…”

Your pants steadily fall off of your legs, finally being exposed to him entirely until they fall onto the floor. The only thing separating you from him now is your thong. Which you are now praising yourself for wearing today. He resumes his consuming kisses across your midsection, joining back down where he had left off. His hands slip underneath him to grab the edges of the lace, sliding off the thong with ease.

His kisses start to graze you closer to your…

He stops and lifts himself. His hand leads up to your mouth, putting his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. You accept them, excited for what it means.

“Red.” His voice develops a more serious tone, “Means stop.”

He removes his now slick fingers from your mouth, returning them down below. His fingers reach your cunt, and you welcome him with excitement of your own. Your body is in shambles waiting, wanting to know what it feels like. His fingers dance across your aching clit, his thumb padding the bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves through your deprived body. A loud distressed moan escapes you, you can’t help but express your enthusiasm.

“Don’t worry sir,” You shudder through achy moans, “I don’t think I’ll need to use that one.”

“Good girl.”

Without any hesitation his fingers breach you, filling you up. He stands over you, watching you grow with the agony of pleasure. Your breath hitches with each pump, your back arching with each lift of his fingers. His thumb traces back over your clit, stimulating every inch of you.

Every attempt at communicating the feeling faulters, except for, “Oh fuck-”

Your body is shaking with each movement. He’s painting the perfect picture of an orgasm with just one hand. The power he holds, the knowledge he has. He knew how to please you better than you knew how to.

His free hand makes its way around your neck, gripping it, holding you in place so he can work harder at you. You’ve never been choked before, it’s a completely new sensation. The gasps for air were something you thought you’d fear, but instead, you were wishing he’d hold on harder.

“Green?” He asks, looking for permission.

You nodded your head ferociously

You feel yourself completely letting go under his control, something you feared once to let him have all the power. But here, now, held down to his desk… You never wanted it to stop.

“Words.” He barked.

Your hand reaches up to hold his wrist, “Yes, yes…”

“Yes, what?” He asks again, his fingers slowing their movement. Clearly, he wouldn’t be letting you get away with anything. You had to be obedient and do as he told you.

“Yes… Please, Sir,” You beg.

The words were getting harder to communicate. If he could finger you into oblivion, you might let him if it meant you could feel this good again.

He smiled in approval and resumed his previous pace. Steadily building faster, and faster. Harder and harder. You could feel how wet you were becoming, it really didn’t take much for him to draw the excitement out of you. The swirls of his fingers and the vigor of his motions were precise… Calculated, trying to accomplish only one mission; and he was close to succeeding.

Your moaning only got more frequent and louder, you couldn’t hold back. The pleasure was far too great to stay quiet. He almost let you be loud too, only for a few moments before reminding you of your location. He lifted his hand off your neck to lift a single finger to his lips and then pointed around the room.

“If my good girl can’t stay quiet, I’ll have to make her. We don’t want anyone spoiling all the fun.”

You nod your head, remembering you were still in his office. Your surroundings had escaped you completely; only thinking of him and you.

His thumb started to apply more pressure, practically begging for you for more. A softer moan forced its way out, helpless to be silenced. His hand plasters itself over your mouth, holding you silent. The pads of his fingers resting deep into your cheeks.

“I know baby, it’s so hard… You’re gonna be so good and come for me now, okay?”

Finally being relieved of speaking, you nod your head, ready for the climax. His fingers dive upward, grazing the sweet spot buried inside of you. The pressure, the sensation it’s all too much. You feel your belly tighten, your back arching. He’s trying to hold you steady as you writhe in pleasure. There’s no stopping anything now.

“Do it baby, come on… Be a good little slut for me…”

Your eyes roll deep back into your head. You feel the sweet sensation of release wash over you. Like a wave of ecstasy, traveling from your toes, past your aching clit, through your belly, all the way to your head. Stifled moans slip through the cracks of his fingers. His fingers stay at their steady pace, pushing past your orgasm. You feel yourself dripping around him. You’ve never come this hard in your life, you’ve never felt the devotion to make you feel this good. Your body is quivering around him, unable to shake the overstimulation. You’re squeezing onto his wrist, trying to come down easy, but everything he’s doing is making the sensations crash into you.

He takes his hand away from your mouth and you immediately gasp for air, trying to find serenity.

“Oh god,” You moan, “How did you-”

He shuts you up by taking his mouth to your soaked cunt, sliding his tongue through the mess he made. You place your hands beside you to sit up slightly. This was a sight you did not want to miss. You take his hair in your hands and tuck it aside. Each stripe of his tongue makes you wince, you want him to stop, but you can’t let him. It feels too good. It’s too much but just the right amount all at once.

He was consuming you, desperate to explore every inch of you. Wildly eating you up, trying to capture every last drop of his work. You were spilling into him, it was never-ending. It was like you weren’t even there; everything except your pusy. This was a high that you never wanted to come down from. He was devoted to keeping you there as long as he could, but you couldn’t hold on for more.

You fell back onto the desk, squirming through it all. He had you right where he wanted you. You let yourself fall into him, trying to take it all. Your hands reach over the desk, trying to find somewhere to hang onto, but instead knocking the scotch glass off the desk. Shattering loudly beneath you.

Jacob didn’t stop though, he was completely distracted, locked in. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yellow.. Yellow..” You begged, completely overstimulated and shocked. How could you even ask for that?... But it was impossible to withstand any more sensation.

He stopped slowly, easing you out of the enjoyment. His hands reached up over your thighs and rested on your hips, slowly petting them with his thumbs. He looked up at you through glazed-over eyes, completely drunk on your arousal. He didn’t want it to end.

Slowly raising himself back to a standing position, you could see how hard he had gotten. He felt just as much pleasure as you did. He was completely lost, coming back to reality. Chin dripping with your wetness…

He leaned back over you and kissed you sloppily. The passion was more fiery than before. You did something to him and he did even more to you. It was strange to taste yourself on his lips, but exciting nonetheless. You were caught up together. Complete and one at that moment. And then it all stopped…

Footsteps approached outside the classroom. You both stopped. He removed himself from your lips and raised his head to listen.

A knock at the classroom door.

“Hello?” Someone called out.

There was no mistaking that someone was in this office, between the music, the glass breaking… They knew.

“Everything okay in here Kiszka?”

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. He stands and reaches for his shirt, buttoning it with no haste. He grabs your shirt and pants and kicks them under the desk, “Go, get underneath the desk,” He whispers, “Now.”

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wildbluesorbit · 5 months

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London || JTK

18+MDNI

Paring: asshole!Jakexreader(f)

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I can’t even tell y’all how nervous I am; this is my first fic AND the first smut I’ve ever written. I’m a Third Eye Blind freak and just generally think this song is one of the sexiest songs in existence so naturally I knew I wanted to write this fic. Big big love and thank you’s for my editor @tommie-gvf. I loved writing this so much and didn’t think it could get any better until I saw everyone’s reactions.❤️‍🩹

I ask for your patience as I’m a beginner and am very open to criticism. Pretty please tell me what you think!

Summary || Jake has a lover that lives in London. He visits her every time he’s in town, but recently the simmering situationship has taken a toxic turn.

Content Warnings || swearing, alcohol consumption, party setting, toxic relationship, jealousy, over possession, verbal aggression, slight physical aggression, big angst, graphic sexual depictions

Kink Content || dom(m) and sub(f) shift, [semi] public sex, dirty talk; praise & [public] degradation, sadism, zelophilia, katoptronophilia, daddy kink, slight impact play, nipple play, dry humping, hand job, ejaculation(f), oral sex(f receiving), penetrational sex

Word Count || 8.3k+

*disclaimer - I have no idea how to write any European, reader’s origin is up for interpretation*

You continue to refresh your phone screen in hopes that it will load a new message or maybe even reveal a glitch.

“You know,” your best friend, Claire, aspires to tempt you back to reality, “that guy hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since we got here, right?”

A hum in acknowledgment of her bait is the only thing your split attention will allow as you proceed in refreshing your messages. Even going as far to restart your phone.

“He's kind of cute,” you return another hum as she sings further, “like really cute.”

“Go on then, have a go,” you try to push her self-assigned matchmaking duties back on her.

You have no choice but to be shoved back into the rumbustious surroundings of the overpopulated flat party as your phone is suddenly ripped from your hands. Claire raises it above her head not even bothering to investigate what might be holding you hostage. She is well aware of your antics.

“Please don’t tell me you're texting him again,” she lifts the device higher as you futilely lunge for it.

“He said he was coming,” you begin to gather a defense, “but I haven’t gotten a response since I sent the address… maybe hold my phone a bit higher?”

Claire lets out a monstrous groan of frustration and rolls her eyes, “You really are helpless!”

“I know,” you repine and give her your best pleading puppy dog eyes and hold two starving hands out in front of you.

Begrudgingly she gives in, slamming your phone against your awaiting palms. As soon as your phone is back in your possession you return to refreshing your messages, all in vain of course.

Whenever Jake was in London he always visited you, sometimes even flying you out to whatever part of Europe his show was in or just because he wanted to see you. A trail of one night stands that became ritual.

The nights always started out modest, the two of you innocently traipsing about parties and bars accompanied by his brothers. You would all share drinks and stories for hours, belly laughing until you were ceased by sore ribs, as if you had all been friends for decades.

Nevertheless without fail, as the drinks poured further so did Jake’s appetite for you. He'd always shadow you with some kind of seemingly harmless touch; a hand on the small of your back progressed into squeezing your knee and then thigh, to tugging you into him by the waist when he was made uncomfortable or wanted to share a secret amongst chaotic surroundings.

One by one, his brothers would slowly fade out; Sam first, then Danny, and Josh was always the last to let the party die, taking it with him when he went. From that point, the evenings between you and Jake would morph into a primitive and sensual burn. Teasing and tearing at each other until the two of you eventually spent the rest of your night curled around the other. Once again, darting back to your guarded bubble of shy soft intimacy; neither of you willing to accept it was different from anything else anyone made you feel. Time spent together was something the both of you always rushed through days for, memories neatly placed in a treasure chest of beloved keepsakes when it was over.

But lately, it was different. Something brittle and bitter had blossomed. Jake had gotten only bigger and busier. Sometimes, he’d pule about missing you so naturally you’d beg to see him. He’d send beautiful trinkets and fine clothing from whatever part of the world he was in that next week to ineffectively make up for his absence no token would ever emulate.

Though you are elated for him, you are also acutely aware of your need to move on in order to outrun the pining tidal wave that threatens to swallow you whole. You’d tried before, but no man was Jake. And seeing you with other men only spelled him into a envious fit. A sight that tormented you both, the other too afraid to cry out as nothing was ever set in stone.

So instead you’d go to war over some irrelative thing and he’d ultimately swear on his beloved he didn’t give a shit about you and when or if he’d see you again; only to gift you some pretty peace offering in amends to offset the vigorous cycle once again.

Like a vinyl record against the needle, the two of you are going round and round the same circle; different songs, same sonic. You know if the pattern continues, you are slowly headed towards the dead wax. You hope tonight will mend the broken pieces between you as he vowed he’d come to spoil you a few weeks ago.

“You need to cut him off,” Claire has stated her stance on the situationship brazenly before, “all he does is treat you like shit. He entertains you from a distance and keeps you waiting until he wants to get his dick wet.”

Having been through this debate with her many times, you only frown and exhale, “It's not like that and you know it.”

She mirrors your disapproval, “Isn’t it?”

Just as you are forming your rebuttal your phone buzzes in your hands; confiscating your ability to exist anywhere other than your screen. It might as well have looked like you were going to dial 9-9-9 the way you dementedly scramble to open your phone.

JAKE:

Hey, angel. Sorry, I got stuck at this dive with my brothers and now they don’t want to leave. I think we’re just going to spend the rest of the night here. Maybe I’ll catch you next time?

You had not been enjoying your time at this party. You had been ignoring your best friend. You had been ignoring cute flirty strangers. You had been exuberantly anticipating Jake’s company tonight for months. All to be left on read, pathetically pining for hours now; all so you could be stood up by the man.

Your chest bursts with flames of mortified resentment, fueled by his impudence. Irate does not even scratch the surface of how your heart pounds. Your blood is scalding, skin scorching.

Jake made you feel stupid yet again.

Your face must give you away before you can even get out a word of impertinence as you look up from the insolent text to see Claire smugly sipping her drink.

A knowing smirk spreads viral across her face, “He's not coming, is he?”

The last thing you want to do is tell her bitch ass she is right in your state of red. Instead, you offer her a question you know will sate her pride without feeding on your wounds.

A vengeful grin takes hold of you “Cute stranger checking me out, you mentioned?”

You have never seen her look so pleased with herself as she nods in the direction of a man at the end of the bar whose gaze you hold.

There is no way you are going to let this night go to waste. Not after Jake made such a desperate-looking fool out of you.

You decide if he is going to ignore you it's going to be his loss, not yours. You are not going to let him waste your time and you are definitely not going to let him take your fun.

You throw your most alluring eyes and innocent smile at the stranger and wave him over. He returns the greeting and calls some indiscernible phrases out to the bartender before receiving three drinks and walking over to your table.

He is tall, dark, and handsome. The complete opposite of Jake. A promise of great distraction.

He sets the three drinks down at your table pushing two glasses of what he claims to be screwdrivers towards Claire and yourself. He then proceeds to introduce himself as Hunter through an almost seemingly painful giant smile.

You can’t help but compare it to your favorite pretty and childlike grin Jake always wore, a sight you ache for.

You cordially engage in small talk with him, asking and answering the procedural “Where are you from?”, “What do you do?”, and “What do you like to do?”; fitting in the occasional desirous glances and seemingly innocent yet lingering touches when appropriate.

He is definitely funny, but not witty and satirical like Jake’s humor; undeniably intelligent, but not in the philosophical and existential sense like Jake.

You mentally berate yourself for still thinking about a guy who is obviously not thinking about you when Hunter clutches your hand, ripping you from your dissociation.

He points towards the middle of the flat where you see multiple people frolicking about, “Do you want to dance?”

Why the hell not? You throw back the rest of your drink and smirk wide in response. This seems to oddly appease Hunter but you think nothing of it as you feel yourself being towed to the make-shift dance floor.

At first, the movements are modest, just an adventurous activity between acquaintances. But after a few songs, you feel the alcohol rid you of your inhibitions, most likely against your better judgment, but at this moment you can’t seem to wrap your fingers around any care if you tried.

You grind and tangle yourself up with this man you hardly know. He seems into it and you are blissfully swept away from your afflictions, a win-win. So what is the harm?

As soon as the thought has come and gone, you feel it; an overwhelming perilous sensation of being surveilled. You turn your attention over to where you had left Claire at your table to see her deeply engaged in conversation with Josh.

Fuck. Where there is a Josh there is most certainly a Jake.

You whirl towards the flat’s bar to lock eyes with the source of the sinister stare; an infuriated Jake leaning against the countertop, arms crossed. He holds your gaping stare with a blistering nostril-flared one of his own, licking over his salient bottom lip into that bewitching pout and clenching his jaw.

A small part of you threatens to collapse under guilt as if you have been caught doing something wrong. But you find the majority of you seethes under a new tantalizing flame, devouring any clemency present.

Almost drunk off of this new power dynamic, finally, you have the upper hand and Jake is the one squirming. Of course, you want Jake over this clown any day of the week but he had made you wait almost all night, he can definitely handle a few more minutes.

You spin, now facing towards Jake’s beaming acrimony from the bar, allowing him a full access view to you commandeering one of Hunter's hands connected to the small of your back and slowly guiding him down to your ass, the other to your waist. You press your backside against his pelvis and his hips follow, grinding in the motions of your own.

You stretch upward as high behind you as you can, sinking your fingers into Hunter’s thick black curls. Just to sell it, you showmanly lean your head back against Hunter’s shoulder and whisper sweet nothings in his ear when he leans down into you.

You glance up at your petulant victim to see Jake roll his eyes and throw his head back in a deriding chuckle before he slams down the rest of his pint. Jake is most certainly under your spell.

You tell yourself that each song with Hunter is the last dance until you’re unsure how many have passed. Any concept of time you own is completely suspended in the delicious way Jake looks when he is hungry to devour what he can’t have, and in this moment it happens to be you.

Abruptly, you feel yourself being swept towards the nearest wall and your face being tilted up towards Hunter’s as he cranes his mouth down to meet yours.

It is nice. Pleasurable for sure. He is definitely a good kisser, but again all you can bring yourself to think of is Jake’s perfectly pink pouty lips pressed against yours.

There is no point in tormenting Jake if you are just as miserable.

As you are about to break away from the stale kiss, Hunter’s weight that is pinning you up against the wall unexpectedly falters, sending you fumbling to the floor. You attempt to regain your balance but the room is slightly spinning, a likely side effect from the alcohol in your bloodstream. You might have questioned it having only had a drink or two if your focus wasn’t currently employed by figuring your way back to vertical.

A hand makes its way into your line of sight, offering to help you up. You swat away the aid, recognizing it as Jake’s. He huffs and shakes his head vexed. Jake brings himself closer to the whirling stack of bones that you are on the floor and tenaciously claps his rangy hands around your waist; making a show to assign his fingers in the exact arrangement where Hunter’s had just been. He devoutly springs you to your feet as if you'd rehearsed the move. As soon as you gain your footing you step back from Jake and dust yourself off, despite landing on a clean floor.

You inspect your crumbs of clues; the boys glaring at each other and at the brink of verbal warfare. You arrive at the conclusion that a fuming Jake had let all restraint dissipate as he shoved Hunter off of you in his impulsive fit.

“Why don’t you go find some other victim to slam into a wall,” Jake snarls, “she’s had enough for tonight.”

“She didn’t seem to have a problem when she was dancing all over me,” Hunter shoots back genuinely confused, “are you supposed to be her boyfriend or something?”

You race to interject, “He is not,” addressing Hunter but then throw your finger in Jake’s face, “and you have no right-”

Hunter takes one big territorial step to cleat himself between you and your oppressor. An exasperated Jake scowls at your fictitious defender and back to you, his features melting into a sickened sight as if to ask if you are really going to allow him to be vilified as the threat.

Of course protection from Jake is the last thing you will ever need. He could say whatever he’d like but Jake will never lay a harmful finger to you.

However, the hunt makes the game. You subtly shrug at Jake and let the mens’ egos carry out your dirty work.

Hunter sets his fist on Jake’s sternum in an attempt to get him to step back, “Mate, she doesn’t seem to be into it so why don’t you give us some space.”

This is the trigger that detonates the antagonized man just in front of your human shield.

“Oh trust me, mate,” he mimics Hunter in an explosion, the shrapnel riding your blood to your cheeks, “when I say I happen to know what the little slut is into and it is definitely not-” Jake is cut off by a panicky Josh now stepping in between the two before Jake can say anything he can’t take back.

Josh seems to instruct his detesting brother through glances. You always find it hard to properly digest a situation with the appropriate amount of severity when the twins begin conversing with mere facial expressions.

It only lasts for a second or two before Jake refixes his glare towards Hunter. Mirroring Jake, Josh returns to Hunter with an antsy smile and places a friendly hand on his barely-reachable shoulder, as if he is about to deliver bad news.

“Sorry about him,” he starts to mediate, motioning towards his fuming twin he shrugs and chuckles nervously, “tequila makes him aggressive.”

You almost giggle at Josh’s flamboyant rescue. He is a detail oriented man who is verbally quick on his feet. He usually paints pictures you can not poke holes in. So you know he must be distraught or drunk as you hadn't even seen Jake drink an ounce of liquor since he arrived.

However, Hunter doesn’t seem quite as amused as he slaps Josh's hand off and grunts, “Whatever, I don’t do crazy exes anyway.”

He insincerely waves you off and facetiously blows Jake a kiss in one last satirical jab before sauntering off, dematerializing amongst the crowd.

Jake now recoils from Josh’s touch and waits for him to vanish as well. However, Josh’s sight seeks you and bears a disapproving nod, warning you to behave in a glower. For a split second, you forget he is a twin as his protective demeanor is all that of a vigilant elder sibling.

Nevertheless, Josh makes his way back to where he had been so unnecessarily interrupted and dragged away from Claire.

Your attention gravitates to Jake in daggers. Before you can form any thoughts or strategy, venom goes flying past your lips, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

Jake swivels his head around, slightly panicking at all the partygoers that had stopped party going to sightsee this freak show. He never likes to be the center of attention unless he has six strings and a fretboard under his fingers.

Nimbly, he leads you by the arm into the nearby bathroom and slams the door shut.

You throw your arms out in confusion, “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”

He fires back, “No, just my patience with you!”

The room is small enough now that his scent circulates and the offensive smell of beer and bourbon attacks your senses; which explains his uncharacteristic boldness.

“Shit, Jake, you smell like a fucking brewery,” you spit out.

He seems to grasp how sloppy he let himself get. Your words siphon a hint of sobriety as he takes a deep breath and now speaks to you with a much more repealed approach.

You can tell he is still upset but is focusing on his convictions for the moment, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean for you to fall like that.” He hesitates, “And I’m sorry- I have no idea why I called you slut- I didn’t mean-”

You are nearly swept away by the sweet breeze of your angelic Jake; the one that trips over his words when he gets excited and loves to take on whimsical personas of his own invention. Jake that is present and kind, even at the end of the night. But just like a fleeting breeze, you easily withstand his charms.

He may have found his composure but you certainly did not, not that you want to, “I’m fine, Jacob! Want to explain whatever the shit that was?!”

Any remorse present in his tone abandons him, “Oh please, you wanted that! I could see it all over your face while you were messing with that prick. I don’t even know why I'm surprised. You’re like a child who throws a fucking fit. The moment I don't do or tell you exactly what you want you go throw yourself into the arms of some random no-good fuck. I knew you were with him as soon as you went radio silent.”

You narrow your eyes at him. You’re almost suspicious of the blank canvas he’s left for you to fill in with logic; he’s usually ten points ahead when debating, never speaking a vulnerable statement for someone to collapse before him. You are almost hesitant to ask the question.

Your hand finds your hip as a means to reinforce your interrogation, “That’s just it, isn’t it? You don’t own me, Jake! So what if I was dancing with Hunter?”

He rolls his eyes and growls at the mention of his name. If Jake were an ounce more theatrical you swear he would have gagged too.

You cross your arms and lean into the balls of your feet as you sharpen your questions, knowing you have him trapped, “If you knew, why did you even show up then? Why do you even care? It’s not like I’m your girlfriend or anything?”

He blurts out way too quickly to disguise any aloofness, “I don’t care!”

Jake immediately throws his head back in defeat and groans, crumbling under further rumination of your questions, as if they frustrate him as much as they do you, “I don’t know! You just- It kills me to see you- sometimes- you make me so-”

He is struggling to articulate his thoughts without making himself look like the blatant asshole, but you see right through it.

You, however, have no problem spitting the word out. In fact, it progresses the igneous tension between the two of you into a delicious sweltering burn.

You dangle the word right in front of him just to watch him squirm, “Jealous?”

The accusation furrows his brow and tightens his shoulders.

If you didn’t know any better, his sudden dark tone would have you red with shame for such an accusation, “You think I’m jealous? Trust me, kitten, you haven’t even seen jealousy. Go fuck that guy for all I care.”

You giggle and raise a slanderous eyebrow, soundlessly challenging his overtly bogus defense. Your defiance vacillates Jake back to his munition.

He charges towards you, his footsteps following the alignment of his pointer finger swinging in your direction, “What the fuck are you smiling at- You know what?! Fuck this and fuck you! You always do this. Always getting me into more trouble than I bargain for.”

Jake is growling in fragments now, growing taller with every step he takes drawing in towards you, surrendering to your gravity.

“This isn’t me! I’m not this person who gets jealous and fights with strangers at a party,” he gestures his clenched fists towards you, arms length away now, “And I don’t like being angry with you!”

Jake corners you between the wall and a stall, yet his rushing commute ceases to falter, “And what’s worse is I actually think you enjoy this! You must get off on this! I think you want to see me lose my mind!”

Jake is close enough that you are now confronted by the moles that cradle his right jaw, the charming silver starting to streak from his temples, the sculpt in the cartilage of his prominent nose, and the slight uneven curl of his upper lip. Details no camera could capture and no screaming fan could ever have knowledge of; intimate details one would ever amass without his admission.

If he moves any closer he would have to kiss you. He scolded you for getting worked up off his anger when he was doing the exact same thing. The worst part being you aren’t even sure if he has caught on to this rage-driven gravitation between the two of you. His face reads “Caution, stay away,” but his body is imploring you to take care of him. He is right where you want him, giving you all the power once again.

He resumes waving his finger at you and stiffly pokes your collarbone. He opens his mouth to make another point but his words never deliver themselves. You see his very thoughts dematerialize as he touches your buzzing skin.

He doesn’t even lift his finger from you, just lets it fall to the start of your breasts, making your chest heave. He subconsciously presses his body to yours; so close you catch his erratic breaths on your lips.

You hastily retort while he is distracted, “That’s pretty amusing considering you're the asshole that ruined my night, not the other way around, slut.”

He rakes the pad of his finger still connected to you, up your clavicle till it rests at the top of your outermost prominent neck muscle, delicately wrapping the rest of his digits around your throat once he runs out of room. He sinks further into your orbit so that he is now hovering just above your features.

“Look at you, just begging for someone to put you in your place,” he rasps out, ever so slightly applying a teasing pressure to reduce your air flow.

Collecting yourself enough to stream your words out in a lazy river, you dare taunt the feral man that holds your next breath between his fingers, “Look at you, Jacob, absolutely rabid with jealousy.”

“I’ve had it with your little attitude,” his hand delectably contorts further around your throat in a fit of conniption as he roars through clenched teeth, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t fucking drag me here to make me jealous.”

“Bite me, Jake,” you roll your eyes at his arrogance.

You expect him to snap at you, to reprimand you for your insubordination. However, to your surprise he laps one long stripe from the corner of your pout to the start of your cheekbone. The action expels your nerves into shock; a shudder slithers its way up your spine.

Jake sighs against the shell of your ear, “Is that why you’re being such a little fucking brat? You just want me to bite you, sweetheart? Is that it?”

Your only response is a whimper as a crackling heat awakes between your thighs and your hips grind into Jake on their own accord; giving him the only answer he needs.

Satiated by your feedback, Jake nearly moans at regaining the upper hand, “I swear- and why should I even care, kitten?”

You urgently squeal, struggling against your constricting airway, “Because it’s your fault! I’ve never craved attention until you did this to me!”

Cocking his head to the side to purport the appearance of a disapproving analysis, he mocks your need, “How did we end up like this, beautiful? We are absolutely no good for each other.”

You don’t bother devising a clever response, knowing he’s already decided to give you what you want.

He clenches his jaw and runs his tongue along the ridges of his teeth, twisting the pink muscle into the crevices of his molars, “It’s rude to stare, kitten. Do I need to teach you how to use that pretty smart mouth of yours?”

You only bat your eyes at him, your expressionless face waiting for what you know comes next.

He raises an eyebrow at you, impatient for some response and mutters, “Say something.”

A shit-eating grin sneaks its way onto your face, “Don’t forget to lock the door, babyboy.”

Jake’s once kind eyes grow dark to an absolutely immoral shade of lust. Heedlessly, his lips crash against yours, the sensation you’ve fantasized about since the last time his mouth deserted yours. He tastes of bourbon and peaches.

He slips his hands around your ass and hauls you up to straddle his waist. You wrap your legs around him as he staggers towards the door lock as you instructed, as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you long enough to complete the task first.

Jake places you on the sink and protestingly pries himself back from you, as if starving for more but looking at you was a vital duty he must perform.

His eyes plot you up and down, infatuated with this strand of you, reserved only for him. You don’t have to say a word for Jake to know what happens when he’s away; the way you move for him confesses everything he is already aware of. He is the only one capable of having you completely and utterly vulnerable and unguarded and unadulterated; animalistically yourself.

For the first time tonight, Jake’s pretty pout draws back in a genuine smile for you; a giddy fool and his favorite fix.

He gracefully reaches to untie your wrap blouse and it falls to your sides, uncurtaining your heaving breasts. He hums in satisfaction of your physique.

Jake lightly places his hands on your knees and observes as his fingers featherly dance upon your thighs, only to stop and squeeze into the thick of them until he leaves white imprints. He curls into you, Jake’s perpetually exposed chest rubbing against your newly bare nipples, extracting a hiss from you.

Your core already weeps with need.

The hungry man burrows his face into your neck but stops right before his lips meet your skin, knowing you desperately need his mouth.

He teases you with a tickling whisper, “Fuck- I missed you. They don’t make girls like you in Nashville.”

The ribbing huff of his breath makes you shudder.

You press your hand against his hip, slide it down the curve of his thigh and inward till you map out his hard length through his pants, “I can see, you poor thing.”

Your movement draws a low growl from him in your ear, “Fuck- You see what you do to me, kitten? You see all the problems you cause me?”

You begin to palm him through his clothes and feign out a bratty whine, “Yes, but we always have such a good time, don’t we Jakey?”

Jake begins to eat at your neck while you continue to caress him until he moves down and out of your reach.

He plots out your clavicle, licking down your sternum through the valley of your peaking breasts; delaying his journey to lap one of your nipples into his warm salacious mouth as he gropes the other in his lanky hand. A few mumbled swears fall from you as Jake begins to venture in biting and sucking marks into the supple flesh of your breasts, soothing each spot with candied kisses afterwards.

“Shit- just when I thought these perfect tits couldn’t get any prettier. An absolutely breathtaking sight with my bitemarks,” he pants.

Jake’s mouth resumes its migration south to your goosebump ridden thighs. He sinks his fingers into the flesh of your ass, resting his elbows against the corners of the sink for balance as he lowers the rest of his body to accommodate the angle of your glistening center.

His mouth now takes purchase of where his fingertips had just deserted your thighs, kissing away the residual sting; closer and closer to your entrance till his head vanishes, canopied in between your skirt and legs. You feel the heat of his huffing through the lace of your panties. The sensation alone is enough to make you whine with need. Jake then bites into the material of your damp thong, sampling your arousal as he tugs your underwear to the side using his teeth. Jake plants his lips to yours in a row of delicate kisses, making you quiver with anticipation.

“Wider,” he growls out the demand.

You lean back to let your bare shoulder blades rest against the ice cold mirror behind you in order to grant him better access to your wetness. Jake is entranced as he gapes at how the chill glass spells you to hiss and clench around nothing.

He takes a deep inhale of you and slots the tip of his nose against your entrance. In one agonizingly slow movement he reclines his head so that his nose flits over your aching clit as he sticks out the flat of his tongue to follow the lewd trail.

You open your mouth to sing his praises but all that comes out is his name in a hiccuping squeak.

He then wraps his ample lips around your throbbing clit and nimbly sucks it into the warm plush of his mouth, swirling his velvety tongue around your bud.

The deed elicits a piteous wail to escape you and the confiscation of any remaining control over your restless limbs. Your hips involuntarily swing forward, seeking more of his mouth.

He rewards you with a swift smack against your thigh, “Easy,” he begins to plant light kisses on your entrance, “needy little thing today, aren’t you?”

Having not fully removed his mouth from you, the vibrations of his teasing words sends unexpected ripples of titillation humming through you, instigating your reeling squirms further, “Relax, kitten. I know how to take care of you. I know what you need.”

He finally unlatches his other hand from your ass. You hadn’t even registered the delicious sting of his fingers over the imperious pleasure of his mouth; a pain promising to blossom into pretty hues of purples, blues, and greens.

He delineates the curve of your thigh with his fingertips, finally fluttering over your entrance. Impatiently, he hikes your skirt up to bunch at your waist. He savagely yanks your lace underwear down and over your ankles, not even bothering to wait for you to adjust to help slip the material off. He looks to you with a seemingly innocent goofy grin as he pockets his newly pillaged treasure.

You roll your eyes and press your lips together to stifle your obvious giggle. In a feigned offense, Jake snatches your ankles in his grasp to reestablish his authority and your attention. Slowly, he lifts your legs to settle your thighs around his shoulders, careful not to throw off your balance on the porcelain counter.

You lock your ankles around him as his hands pet up your legs and wrap around your thighs to bore into your flesh. Jake reintroduces his mouth to your soaking entrance, sloppily devouring your nectar.

Though pleasing, you know he is holding out on you. Jake loves to hear you beg; for you to pray for what you know he can’t help but give you.

“Jake, more,” you demand despite knowing it will land void.

He immediately ceases his feed and arrogantly reminds you of your place, “Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders now, are you kitten?”

Mourning the loss of his mouth, you choke on a sob, “No, Jake!”

He tenderly begins to brush his digits along your skin, “That’s right, but I happen to know that pretty mouth sings a lot lovelier than she barks.”

He moves one of his thumbs to circle over your swollen clit as incentive, making his compulsion undeniable.

You desperately pant out your pleas, “Please- Shit- Please, Jake. I need- Jake- Fuck- fingers?”

“Sorry, baby, you’re not making any sense,” he terrorizes you now, stretching a free digit from your bud to tease your entrance.

You manage to piece together your needs enough to satisfy him, “Jake- please, I need your fingers- need them inside me- I need to soak them- please, baby?”

Your scandalous words draw a sweet moan from him. The vivacious grant of your request tells you he can’t stand to make you wait any longer.

He begins pumping his middle and ring finger inside you, making you mewl his name.

He once again envelopes your clit in his lips and begins to suck and lap you towards ecstasy. You feel the euphoric tension strain your abdomen as Jake curls his fingers around the spot he always seems to effortlessly discover.

“Fuck- Jake don’t stop- please- please don’t stop,” your voice reaches the high pitch only he brings it to.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, you sound too pretty with my fingers inside you to deny,” he coos against your sensitive clit.

Jake’s lustful praises send you into an orgasmic haze as your walls squeeze around his fingers and back arches away from the mirror.

As he feels you getting close, Jake begins to coach you, “Relax for me, beautiful. Can you relax that pretty pussy for me?”

You inventory only enough coherency to wantonly moan, indicating your process of his demand.

“Good girl, that's it. Just breathe and take it,” his praises coerce you into obedience.

Even though every endorphin in your body is imploring you to writhe at Jake’s touch, you do your best to relax and breathe as he ordered. You relent to Jake’s fingers, allowing him to caress into a new spot, a fresh wave of sensitivity finding you.

He knows he’s found the place as soon as you squeal his name in response. He begins to violently fuck deep into you with his hand, pumping in and out of you, his fingertips catching his new target every time, catapulting you into your orgasm. You're consumed by white heat as you soar through your ecstasy.

You’ve cleared through your orgasm yet oddly the tension in your abdomen is not alleviated but is now twice as constricting.

Jake never ceases to send his fingers in and out of you at a furious pace and the pressure that builds is of a different class, requiring your whole body to participate in your release. Where he was once babying his mark, he is now assaulting it; his digits curling into you with every pump. The sloppy sounds of Jake finger fucking you grows louder with every stroke.

His lips swallow your clit, slurping you into his mouth for safekeeping, sending you into overdrive as you approach this new release. Your pussy begins to convulse and contract around Jake but he drives into you faster still.

“That’s it, babygirl, cum for me. I’ve missed having you on my tongue,” his words barely make their way into your consciousness.

Your vision begins to black out as your eyes roll back and your slick sprays his face and coats his hands.

Yet, Jake refuses to cease his assault. Your climax builds within you so tight, it rips its way out of you. Your cunt expels a deluge of liquids and continues to pour into Jake’s hand with every dizzying clench of your cunt. Again. Again. And again. Until you are downpour, trickling past his wrist and onto the tile floor.

“Fucking shit- Jacob- don’t stop- I can’t- I’m still cumming- Ja- Baby- Jacob,” your voice melodically crashes and breaks against waves of rasping screams and swearing whimpers louder still, floating off somewhere in oblivion.

Jake thinks it's the most beautiful you’ve ever sounded. Your body finally gives, and you collapse back against the mirror behind the sink. After a few seconds you peek your eyes open to see the mess you made.

He pulls away from you to stand once again and observes his glistening hand in a gaping awe, unphased by your cum dripping down his chin.

“I love when you do that,” he mutters more to himself than you as he slurps your elixir from his own limb.

He isn’t even touching you but the pornagraphic sight reels a moan from you.

“Does my beautiful girl want a taste of her own orgasm?”

He places his fingers along your lips, waiting for your consent. You stick your tongue out and he slides his digits up along the textured muscle until you stifle a slight gag; the veins that decorate his knuckles pressing into your top lip.

He pulls your mouth closer to his with his fingers, slipping them out just before he slides his tongue between your lips; you further taste your glaze as he licks into your mouth.

He impatiently pulls away from you with a hungry groan and scatters to undo his belt. His pants fall to his ankles, his normally hidden curves now visible; a delectable sight you will never grow tired of. His physique is appetizingly curvier than most men and the very view made your dripping pussy flutter without remedy.

Jake catches your ravenous stare and arrogantly quips, “See something you like, kitten?”

Rather than respond, you greedily grab at him and slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. You tug him closer along with the material and shimmy it down to liberate his hard painfully pink penis.

“I missed you too,” you run a finger over his leaking tip, causing his head to roll back in a hiss, “and this pretty cock.”

In one swift movement, you quickly gather your remaining arousal on his face in your free hand and reach down to slather his throbbing dick. You lay messy open mouth kisses along his jaw and neck as you now lightly pump him in your hand.

“Fuck- you’re so hot,” Jake rasps out at the loss of composure; his mouth slacks agape as you continue to jerk him off.

You move your hand to flick at his head and his features further melt in bliss.

“Slow down,” he whimpers, ”I want to be dripping down your thighs, not your hand,” his statement demands your submission.

You can tell Jake is unraveling fast as he starts twitching in your fingers. He is close until he obstinately pulls you away from him by the wrist.

You pout out an apology and he relocates your hands around his shoulders, and grabs your waist as he paints your cheek with open mouth kisses. His tongue works a long stripe behind your ear and sucks your lobe into his mouth.

He speaks through teeth clenched around your cartilage, “You always misbehave like such a brat, but underneath it all my girl is just a sweet thing, aren’t you?”

His intimate words alone render you to a din of pitiful mutters and swears.

You feel him begin to press his hard cock into the thick of your thigh, involuntarily pursuing relief, “You just need someone who knows what you are, hmm? Knows what you need?”

You praise and beg as your center is reintroduced to that familiar ache, “Jake, please. You know what I need.”

The sensation of Jake grinding himself against your leg dissolves all restraint. You try to buck your hips towards him in search of what you want most, but he doesn’t let you succeed. Jake arrests your waist to push you further back onto the sink.

He snickers at your cupidity, “What a greedy little slut. Just came a fucking mess and you already want more.”

You stroke his ego with hopes flattery will seduce him, “Yes- I’m a glutton for you, please, Jake?”

You scoot back up to the edge of the sink and grab at him; mad for his touch. Instead, your ambition is requited with a stinging smack to your cunt as he bellows the command, “Sit still! I’m not going to tell you again.”

You can’t help the fearless groan that echoes throughout the small room.

He bitterly miffs, “Yea? Should have thought about that before you were fucking around with that shit for brains?”

“Jake, I’m sorry,” you gravel, growing more impatient by the second that you can’t feel him.

Your insincere words purchase you no spoils as he taunts you further, “Good- You have no idea. I wanted to break his fucking nose wide open! What was his name again, sweet thing?”

Before you can fashion any remark, he yanks you to teeter on the end of the countertop once again. Jake, shaft in hand, drives his throbbing tip just past your lips, and flicks himself against your sensitive clit.

Your knuckles grip white against the corners of the porcelain struggling to remain in place as you whimper gibberish, “Fuck- Jake- I- MMM- fuck-”

“Look at my good sweet girl, so cock drunk she can’t even remember the pawn she was using to make me jealous a few minutes ago,” he smugly croons.

He featherly runs his fingers through the tresses of your hair. As he smooths down your mane you cave into his touch.

“I fucking hated seeing you with him,” his words drip with scorn, “It killed me. You deserve better because you’re my good girl.”

Lining himself up to press into your labia, he docks his forehead against your clavicle to look down at his toying with you. Slightly arching forward, his pink head only just glides past your entrance.

You are teetering over the line of ditzy, Jake’s tantalizing quips being the only tether before you are too far gone, “What a filthy slut? Playing dirty to get Daddy’s attention?”

Any remaining composure flees from you as the name is growled against your skin and you immediately call it back to him, “Shit- I’m- fuck- I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, fuck me?!”

One hand still residing in your hair, he tugs by the root to guide your ear to his open mouth, “Well you’ve got my attention now, my sweet little fucked out thing.”

Without warning, Jake mercilessly thrusts himself inside you to the hilt. You slap your hand over your mouth to silence the obscene wails tearing through you.

Jake promptly rips your hand away, “Don’t you fucking dare. I want everyone to hear my little cock drunk slut sing.”

Without granting you an opportunity to adjust to his girth, he pulls himself nearly all the way out just to plunge himself all the way back in, driving into that magical spot.

Just as that illustrious need grows in your stomach, Jake pulls out completely. You don’t have the opportunity to protest before he gathers you from off the countertop and twists you around towards your reflection. He gingerly presses his touch into the protruding shape of your shoulder blade, lightly ushering you to lean over the slab of the counter. You surrender to Jake’s decree, not willing to risk your orgasm.

Jake finds your fucked out gaze through the mirror and faintly adjures, “I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

You know better than to mistake his lowly tone for submission. You lean your weight on your elbows as you settle against the sink and raise your head to take in every detail as Jake begins fuck into you from behind.

His pace starts off moderate, but every stroke pierces deep. Your eyes are spellbound by the vision of his pelvic bone slamming into your ass with every harsh swing of his hips.

You do your best to keep your eyes visible as his rhythm picks up, but inevitably your head hangs limp, dizzy from your approaching high. You resign from your efforts once he begins to rock into you faster, burying himself further in your cunt.

You are compensated by a half-lidded Jake forcing your head back up by your chin, “Nah-uh. Look at me, baby.”

You manage to anchor your head where Jake repositioned it, but you are helpless to the way your eyes roll back as he swivels his hips rutting into that sweet spot. Jake grants you exoneration as your walls tighten around his twitching cock, indicating you are close.

Your every muscle trembles as you are abraded by your final orgasm. You're too far gone in your trance. You babble a gibbered language of swears and crying moans as you give into the chemical release.

“Just one more for me, babygirl, you can take it,” he hushes you.

You are strung back from your trip by the stutter of Jake’s hips and hiccuping moans. He is close. You see him tire as he curls around you, his panting grunts tickling your skin.

“Come on, baby,” you root for him despite your own overstimulation, “fuck me full. Want it so bad.”

You are captivated by the reflection of his features contorting under bliss as he fights to keep his hips in motion. You roll your hips to follow Jake’s strokes as his high suspends his stamina.

His eyes roll back as he begins to convulse, his dick jerking inside you. He releases, his lewd moan of absolute venery graces your ears as he empties himself inside you, coating your pulsing walls.

Jake goes limp, briefly taking refuge against your backside as he catches his breath and you come down from your highs together. He lazily litters your skin with kisses wherever his lips can reach.

He sighs against your spine, “Fuck- you’re magnificent. Absolutely electric.”

He wills himself to stand vertical, tugging his pants back in place over his hips before he eases you upright. Assisting you with his steady grip on your pelvis, the steamy skin of his lithe chest sticks to your backside. He wraps an arm around your waist to hold you steady as your knees buckle upon landing, pulling you into him once more. He bows his head to warrant his lips to lathe your neck, savoring the salt of your skin.

Far too consumed to break away from his sloppy kisses, he tilts his head as his eyes hunt for the reflection of yours, “But I meant what I said earlier, we’re no good for each other.”

He nibbles his way up and sucks at the muscle of your jaw, “I like you way more than I planned to but there’s no way we can continue like this, babygirl.”

You go numb; the only sensation present being pins and needles pricking your chest. His words spell you dumb, abolishing any sense to speak or move.

He delicately spins you to face him once again and tenderly kisses the tip of your nose.

Jakes slightly pulls back to skillfully tie your blouse back up for you, “Whatever this is, it's got to settle here.”

“Jake- you-,” you breathlessly chase for the tail of your thought that doesn’t seem to exist.

He squeezes your hands in his, “I mean it, kitten, don’t call me anymore. I won’t pick up for you.”

The tender manner in which his lips love on you does not mesh with his condemning words.

He draws back to see tears you aren’t aware are now rolling down your flushed cheeks.

He lets go of one of your hands to cup your jaw and kisses the salty sadness from your features, “Don’t cry, baby, you’re perfect.”

He envelopes your lips between his one last time before he brings your hand still in his grasp to place his pucker against your knuckles and whisper, “Please take care of yourself for me, babygirl.”

You are prisoner to paralyzation as those enticing amber eyes abandon you; rendering you to nothing but shattered forsaken ruins strewn across an empty bathroom, grasping and grappling to purchase any sort of rationale beyond the carnage.

You’re forced to silently choke on consternation at the sight of his chestnut waves bouncing against his shoulders as Jake weightlessly vanishes through the swinging door.

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Demonology Masterpost

Series Summary: A new demon has come to Nashville. Josh and Jake’s respective angel and demon ways of life are being thrown off by her arrival. They’ve lived with an understanding of one another but with Y/N stirring up trouble and asking questions, they’re forced to find a new normal. And why is she so powerful for a human turned demon anyways, that’s kind of unusual, right?

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Part 1: My & My Dog

Part 2: Unholy Affliction

Part 3: I Think There's Something You Should Know

Part 4: Just Like Heaven

Part 5: I Think I’m Going To Hell

Part 6: So Far (It’s Alright)

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cal-a-bungaa · 1 year

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The Realm

The Realm Part Three - Prince!Jake Kiszka

Synopsis: In this world, neither love or war is ever fair.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: OPENS WITH MASTURBATION, jake fucking a pillow, wet dreams, swearing, mentions and descriptions of sex, mentions of death and war, descriptions of dead bodies and blood. MINORS DNI

It’s been so long… enjoy!!

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His blackened heart ached. It ached for his brother and it most definitely ached for the poor damsel that he left in distress. Jake dreamt of her every night, picturing the way she would lay beneath him. The way that her chest rose with every breath she took as he worked her to a world of pleasure. Sure, it was only his imagination as he never got the opportunity to take her like that, but he has seen her swollen lips after kissing her for far too long and the half-lidded eyes she would look at him with.

Nights always ended in the same way; Jake wrapping his hand around his hard cock and working himself to the thought of his pretty princess. He imagined the way her precious pussy would feel wrapped around him, giving his cock the sweetest of squeezes as he rushed her towards her impending orgasm. Jake sometimes could trick himself into hearing her soft whimpers mixing with his own. There were even times where he’d see her silhouette in the shadows of his room, picturing her standing bare before him. But in the end, he would cum and all of those hallucinations would dissipate into the night. Jake would then have to face the reality that he himself has created.

Reality had its cruel way of interrupting his fantasies. Often it would be by guards telling him they had an emergency or that his brother was up late again and needing his assistance. And just as those nights, this one was no different.

Jake stood at the end of his bed, gripping the satin pillowcase as his hips rocked into the plushness of the pillow. It wasn’t her pussy, but it was the next best thing besides his rough hands. His head hung low, mouth agape as he watched how his cock disappeared and reappeared with every thrust. Jake's hot breath mingled with the crisp air of his bed chambers, his moans intertwined with the loud stomping of guards passing by. His abdomen tenses up and his grip on the pillow tightens, forcing a low groan to be released. Picking up his pace sets him on a faster track to cumming until the fateful intervention of a loud knock rings through the dark room.

Coming to a complete stop with the pillow still encasing his cock, whoever was before his door spoke out, “Your royal highness, the King requests your presence in his study.”

“I will be there shortly.”

In a moment of silence, Jake begins to make slow work of dragging his cock against the fine material of the pillow once more. Letting his head fall back, strands of his hair stick to his flushed skin.

“My apologies Sir, but it is urgent.” A growl comes from the depths of his chest.

Furious that he had been interrupted, not once but twice, Jake throws on the clothes that he had discarded onto the stone floors earlier into the night. Swinging the door open reveals two guards waiting for him to step into the dimly lit hall. The guards make no movements and speak no words, but observe the way that their Prince stands before them looking disheveled and flustered. They see the way his chest rose and fell, the pink tint to his cheeks, and mostly, the way his trousers were left unbuttoned.

With a glare to both of the guards that stood at their posts, Jake makes his way to his brother's study. He knew what this late night meeting was called for, but it didn’t make matters better. Jake simply wanted to get himself off and then enjoy a night's rest before the sun rises once again. But duty called and he must answer. He knew if he didn’t get himself to the study, Josh would come to him and that was not something he needed right now. A fair maiden to distract himself with maybe, but not his twin brother.

The stone walls were lit by the flickering flames of the candles that have almost completely melted. They would die out soon as would the hundreds of Strainad soldiers that awaited orders. The study’s door quickly stood before him. Large and made purely of oak with engravings of Strainad’s land mapped out into the wood. Looking at the large double doors, he rethinks about how he one day wished that he’d be ruling alongside her and how they could have their own study door showing the combining of their kingdoms. The glorious flower fields of Weria attached to the sea surrounding Strainad, it’d be magnificent. Jake couldn’t think of anything better, but there was no hope now as he pushed the doors open, separating what was his home. Josh circled around the round table placed in the middle of the room, letting his feet drag across the imported rug from Adupis.

Josh’s curls were a mess, knotted in places that showed he had been tossing and turning for quite a while before rising to come work. The dark circles under his eyes revealed that he had not been sleeping much either. Jake’s eyes matched his own, wrapped in a dark abyss that haunted them with each passing moment. He simply stood there and watched his brother, his king, work out a plan to move forward with the battle that Jake had created.

Having enough of simply watching Josh struggle, he speaks up. “You called for me.”

Josh spins around, making sure to wrap his robe across his body. Jake took notice of the movements his twin made, knowing Josh never did anything unless there was a hidden meaning to it. He had a pep in his step that was slightly uncommon, especially for this hour. Even with josh having covered himself, Jake can see the tall end of the scar that decorated his brothers chest. A memento given to him by Weria.

“Yes,” Josh sucks in a breath, “we need to calculate our strategies before it is too late.”

The young king runs his hands through the thickness of his curls, tugging at the ends in frustration as he paces. “Must we do this when the moon is high?”

“Must I remind you that you threatened a war against Weria?” Josh jabbed his finger into Jake's chest. They hold one anothers stare for a moment before Josh turns back to the table. “This was your doing so yes, we ought to do this now.”

Jake takes a step towards the table to see the layout for strategies that Josh has laid out. The prince slams his hand down, knocking pieces over in the process, “They tried to kill you, what did you want me to do?” Jake’s voice is dangerously low, “Did you want me to just let you die by the hands of traitors? Did you-”

“I wanted you to find who was responsible, not cause a war!” Josh bellows.

There’s a particular look in Josh’s eyes that Jake for the first time cannot seem to put his finger on. Jake and Josh get into arguments often, but this had a different tone to it. Neither of the twins wanted to acknowledge the truth that was before them; the truth that this war meant sacrificing everything.

Jake sighs and lets his head fall forward to stare at his bare feet. “All I am saying, Josh, is that they tried to kill you and I will not stand by to watch you die.”

“You are not king, that is not your decision to make.”

The prince clenches his jaw. Never before had Josh used his position against Jake. He knew that his brother held all of the power, even now as they planned a war against people they thought were their allies. Jake may have threatened a war, but Josh is making it a reality. His usage of being king against Jake was not like him, this was not the Josh that Jake grew up beside. Tonight was showing a new side to Josh; a more agitated and distressed side.

“I may not be king, but I am your brother.”

Josh goes to respond before a knock interrupts their quarrel. The oak doors open to reveal the rest of the king's counsel. They’d all probably just heard what was being argued about in this very room, taking note of the way both brothers had their fists clenched. Josh is the first to break from his defensive stance, simply tying his robe. Jake watches as his brother takes a deep breath before going to approach the newest arrivals.

As they come shoulder to shoulder, Josh places one of his hands on Jake's shoulder. “You best fix your trousers, brother.” And he walks away, leaving Jake to subtly button up his pants before anyone else sees him in such a scandalous state.

Everyone in their night clothes gathers around the great table, witnessing the map of the realm. Josh had begun his own plans, trying to figure out the best way to approach Weria in combat. Jake stays silent across the table from his brother, watching as he transforms into the ruler he hardly is. You are not king. Josh’s words stay in his mind, longer than he’d like. While Jake is aware that he is the spare of the family, Josh had never made him feel less than he was until tonight. Perhaps it was the looming threat of death that was making the two of them lash out, but Josh tells no lies. He is the sole person that Jake can rely on to tell him the truth and discard his feelings as it needs to be said now that she is their newfound enemy. Whispers and mutters surround the prince, making his head pound. None of these men know how to approach battle as they have never served on the battlefield, but Jake has. He’s fought on his brother's behalf for years now, giving up his childhood and teenage years to be Josh’s sole protector. Josh is the king and Jake was his knight.

Hours go by, map markers skidding across the table as different calculations formulate. Josh stroked his furrowed brow and Jake stood silent through it all. He knew that it was petty to not help with his knowledge of fighting, but he was not king and this was not his war. While he was the one to initiate it, Josh is the one who will be staining his hands with both Weria and Strainad blood.

Two hands slam onto the thick oak of the table, silencing everyone's banter. Josh was not an aggressive man by any means, but Jake had pushed his buttons early. “All of you, shut up,” the king's voice raises, “None of you know how to fight so why am I still listening to your strategies?”

An older fellow, George, two men down from Jake is the first to speak up. “Your Majesty, we are laying out suggestions. For this war to be won, we have to-”

“We? Who is we? It is I that has to order my men to kill those that are innocent. It is I that has to send my brother out to risk his life yet again. There is no we.” Josh’s voice never wavers as he stands his ground.

In times like this, Josh usually backs down fairly easily. He is never the one to hold a grudge or start arguments; that was always Jake. Jake was seeing his brother in a different light. It became obvious that something was torturing Josh and that this was not a thing Jake could help him with.

“May I suggest that we meet again in the morning, my king?”

Josh simply scoffs at his counsel. “The flanks will head south, towards the fort just east from the mountains.”

His brother's plan peaks his interest. “The fort is that of Weria, but we have some men still stationed there for scouting,” Jake turns to Josh, “if we can send letters to our men there then we can ambush them from within.”

“Your highness, that is a risky ordeal you are speaking of.”

Jake leans over the table's map, “A war is all risk.”

“It is settled then, that will be our first attack against Weria.” Josh seems slightly more relaxed as Jake keeps discussing his ideas.

“We will then need to head into the fields, approaching the outer walls of Weria at night so we go unrecognized.” Jake pushes the map markers forward in the path he intends for the soldiers to take.

Josh slaps his hand against Jake’s back. “Will you be at the front lines, brother?”

“Someone needs to lead the fools.” A faint smirk graces Jake’s

His twin chuckles at his response. It seems that all had been forgiven from earlier, but Jake knows better than to believe the facade his twin puts on. “Well, if that is the case then I wish to join you.”

The counsel men in disbelief at their king's proposal to join the battle has them looking around the room at one another, communicating with just their frightened eyes. Jake, and the counsel men all knew what would happen if Josh stepped one foot out of this castle during the fight. But seeing the gleam in his brother's eyes, he could not deny him of his wish. His brother and king was as stubborn as a bull, there was no changing his mind now that it’s been made. Moments after being in a state of shock, the counsel men all began to talk over one another, throwing their complaints and opinions at Josh.

Having none of it, Jake dismisses the men on his brother's behalf. Josh had taken a seat, slouching in the velvet chair at the end of the strategy table. He’d already clocked out as king, resigning to the man he wishes he could be; nobody. In a single file line, the counsel retreats back to their designated chambers within court, leaving Jake to slam the doors shut after them. Jake's hands come down onto the solid wooden doors, a loud bang echoing into the halls and study. His teeth grind, he’s furious at his brother's decision even if there is little he can do about it now. Jake’s nostrils flare with every breath he takes.

“Will you please sit?” Josh calls out to Jake from across the room. “We need to talk about formations.”

Jake pulls himself away from the double doors, turning to look at his mad king. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Josh has his eyes closed, head resting on the back of the chair he sits on. “I’m not. Please,” Josh slightly opens his eyes to observe Jake, “come sit.”

“I…” Jake stays by the door, unwavering in his action to remain still, “No.”

The prince goes to turn around and leave the king's study. The legs of the chair from across the room scrape along the stone flooring. Josh has risen from his spot, taking a threatening stance against Jake. Jake reaches for the door's golden handles as his brother tells him that he has not been dismissed. Pulling the oak doors open, the guards standing watch straighten their posture and await for someone to step into the dark hall. The candles that were once dying out have been replaced, full candlesticks brightening up the dense walls. Josh has long since gone quiet, giving up on his fight to keep Jake with him in the study.

Jake's feet clap against the floors of the long hall and are covered up by the clanking of armor that trailed behind him. There was a longing sense of fear settling in his chest. There’s so many thoughts going around within his head, none of which he is able to comprehend right now. His brother wants to fight alongside him. His brother is risking his life. His brother is being the king that he never wanted to be. Jake was sworn to protect his brother no matter the cost and he wants to more than ever with this battle charging at them. His sword was engraved with the moon, the opposite of what Josh represents and what symbolizes the kingdom of Strainad. Jake was the protector of the sun. The moon takes over when the sun needs its rest.

For the first time in days, sleep does not come easily for Jake. He stares at the white curtains that surround his bed, thinking of his brother. He realizes that this is the first time that he has laid in his bed with no a single thought of her plaguing his senses. Josh was the other love in his life, he wouldn’t risk losing the only one who knew him inside and out. They were one in the same, connected from birth. They were to live and die together, not separately and Jake will be damned if he ever let something happen to his twin out on that battlefield in two sun rises.

As the dread of the future washes away, Jake is plunged into sleep.

The wind blows his hair gracefully in the wind. Jake can smell the wet grass that surrounds him and hear the birds chirping from the trees behind him. The sky was a beautiful blue, something rare to be seen in Strainad as it was located on the coast, storms and rainfall were normal in the grasslands. He witnessed a flock of birds fly through the sky in sync like an army getting ready to swarm their enemy.

He could see horses feeding off of the land that was brought to life from the rainfall. Jake forces himself to move forward as he spots his own horse, wanting to reconnect with his trusty steed. Beneath his feet, he can hear and feel twigs snapping in half under pressure. There’s a drinking hole where the stallion stands, calmly rehydrating. Jake reaches out a hand to pet the horse, wanting to feel its soft coat against his skin. With the swipe of his hand, there is a trail of blood that is left behind on the white steed. Horrified, Jake tears his hand away and looks down to reveal that he is entirely painted in crimson. There is splatter all over his face and neck. His hair is damp with blood, the drops spilling onto his silver armor.

Jake is scared to look away from his hands, afraid of what he would find when he does. Fighting his own intuition, Jake lifts his gaze to see the grass had turned brown. Smoke loomed in the air, filling his senses. Fire burned wildly in the distance. And behind him he saw his worst nightmare. The field was not covered with twigs, he was stepping on and over the bodies of his fallen enemies and comrades. They all laid lifeless on the ground because of his doing. A hill rested behind all of them and the trenches that had been dug.

There is no other thought in Jake’s mind other than getting to the peak of the hill that called to him. It screamed his name. The way it yelled out for him was oddly familiar. He was the only one out here or so he thought. Quickly approaching the foot of said hill, he could see the outline of two bodies at the top. He sprinted towards whoever waited for him. Jake continued his journey for what seemed like hours, never reaching the top of the hill until he fell to his knees in defeat. He panted, gasping for the breath that he’d lost. Rubbing his hands along his armored thighs, he stained the metal that encased him. All of the innocent lives that he stained his hands with have now stained the metal he wore to serve his brother.

On his knees, Jake has no clue on how to move forward or who the figures were. He can still hear the voices calling out to him, telling him to come to them. There were two now, both similar but so different. He could feel it, but cannot figure out who they belonged to. In the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of what appears to be a woman standing to his left. Looking in that direction, there was no one there. Turning his head to look to the right side of him, he sees the woman laying in the withering grass atop of another.

As Jake lingered on the two bodies, he focused on the details of them without moving from his spot on his knees. A long white linen dress framed the woman, it had become stained with the color that covered his hands as it spread onto the man below her. The man's arms were spread out, letting Jake see that a sword had been held by the man at one point. Its gold handle shimmered in the sun's light. He also wore a ring on his thumb, a thick gold band that connected to a circular part of the ring. A sun was engraved in the ring. And a single tear rolled down Jake’s cheek.

Jake awakes with a jolt, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. The sheer white curtains had been pulled back in his sleep, his eyes searching for anything to attach to. His frantic eyes finally slowed and his breath evened out, Jake rubs his face, wiping the sleep from his eyes before looking into the darkness of his room. The slightest bit of sunlight shines through the arched window. A glimmer from the corner of his chambers catches his eye, pointing his direction to what was causing the reflection. A figure downed a full golden set of armor sat proudly in the singular chair across from his bed. The man played with a ring that wrapped around his thumb; the sun.

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abeautylives · 1 year

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Imperfect Moments - Chapter Six

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: just under 3.2k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

chapter summary: Turns out, he doesn’t hate you at all.

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, a little angsty, language, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, cum play sort of, kind of fluffy

“He wouldn’t begin to know what to do with you…”

When your body tenses beneath his and your breath catches, Jake knows he just fucked up. Shit.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to s-“

Pushing him off of you and scooting away, you tuck yourself into the corner and pull your knees up to your chest.

“Y/N…”

“What the fuck, Jake… Why would you say that right now?”

“Y/N I swear I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“What does that even mean?”

Frustrated that you won’t let him explain delicately, he lets it out without softening the blow.

“It means exactly what I said, you’re in love with a guy who never would’ve done what I just did, what we just did. He could never give you what you want and he doesn’t fucking deserve to!”

You recoil deeper into the corner as if he’d hit you. The truth of it hurts, but the way it’s ruined the moments you just shared hurts more.

“He doesn’t deserve the way you love him.” He’s lowered his voice, defeated.

Staring at your knees, you’re speechless.

“I’m so sorry…” Standing from the bed, he moves toward the door and bends to pick up his clothes. He wants you to stop him, tell him to get back in bed with you and talk about this, or anything else. By the time he’s tugging his briefs over his hips, you haven’t said a word.

“Where are your t-shirts?”

You lift your eyes to him and knit your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Something you’d sleep in, like a big t-shirt or whatever.”

Brain foggy and reeling, you lift a hand and point to your closet door. After he steps inside and shuffles around for a minute, he comes back to the bed with a black shirt in his hand and tosses it at your feet then turns his back to you and perches himself on the edge of the mattress. When he doesn’t hear you move he looks to you from over his shoulder.

“Put it on, then talk to me. I won’t look.”

Thinking that it’s a little absurd for you to be modest now, you lift the shirt to find that it’s an oversized band tee. His band. You slip it over your head.

When you reach across the bed and place a hand on his shoulder, he looks back over it and meets your eyes. They don’t have that wounded look in them anymore, so he turns his body to you and takes that hand in his own.

“I’m sor-“

“Please stop. Stop apologizing, for him.”

“I just.. didn’t mean to say that. Out loud. I would never mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, not really. You’re right anyway. Jake I don’t wanna talk about him yet…” As you trail off he stays quiet. “Do you wanna have another drink with me?”

One corner of his mouth curls up into a small, lopsided smile. “You don’t want me to leave?”

“I’d like it if you stayed. If you want to.” The other corner raises until he’s doing it again, that shy thing.

He lets you lead him back to the kitchen and pours two fresh glasses of wine then follows you to your couch. When he sits at the end of it, against the arm, you find your own seat on the same cushion and let your bare legs touch his. He’d expected you to put more distance between you but this is a pleasant surprise.

You stayed like that for an uncertain amount of time, you’d lost track before the first bottle of wine was gone and you’d opened another from your own collection. He didn’t care that it had come from a gas station.

He talked about the last year and a half from his perspective, stories about where they’d gone or couldn’t go, how he’d dealt with quarantine, songs he’d written. You had missed out on all of it. On all of him.

When you yawn and try to cover it up with a hand to your mouth, he feigns offense.

“Am I boring you?”

“Mm, not at all. I just haven’t slept enough the last few nights, tired.”

Without asking, he stands and scoops you up from the couch, an arm under your back and the other under your legs. When you laugh in surprise, the sound is warm and comfortable.

“What are you doing?!”

“Putting you to bed. You need your beauty rest.”

“You calling me ugly, Kiszka?”

Placing you down on your mattress, he helps you pull back the comforter. “I would never. You’re the most beautiful thing. Don’t. Don’t tell me you’re not.” A sleepy giggle escapes you, you were about to tell him exactly that. “I think you are, especially right now.”

He looks you over, tired eyes and soft smile, head against your pillows and hair splayed out over them, t-shirt emblazoned with his band name riding high over your thighs. Perfect.

“Stay with me…”

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want. I’ll be right back, gonna go make sure your door’s locked and go to the bathroom.” He’s sure you’ll be asleep by the time he returns, so he leans down to pull one more kiss from your lips. You offer it without hesitation.

As he moves through your space, locking your door and flipping lights off, he’s already wondering if you’ll do this with him again. When he makes his way back to your room, he finds you cocooned in your blanket, eyes closed and breath soft and steady. Looking around the small space, he finds your phone on your dresser and grabs it before rifling through his jeans for his own. When he plugs yours into the charger next to the bed, your screen lights up and he sees a mass of notifications. Texts. Missed calls. From Josh. He turns it so it’s face down on your nightstand.

Slipping in slowly, he climbs under the covers next to you and sits up against the headboard to check his own phone. His notifications look similar.

Josh: Where are you?

Missed Call: Josh

Josh: Are you with her?

Josh: She won’t answer me, I’m worried about her.

Missed Call: Josh

Josh: Look I don’t care ok? I just need to know if she’s alright

Jake’s curious what the texts to you look like. Is he actually worried? Or is he just being territorial, pissed that all of your attention is not on him.

Jake: She’s fine. Perfect actually. I’ll be home in the morning.

Turning it off completely, he sets the phone next to yours and flicks the lamp off. Settling into the sheets, he moves as close to you as he can get without waking you, but you stir anyway.

“Jake?” Your voice is already thick with sleep.

“I’m here, c’mere.” Helping you shift to snuggle into his side, he makes sure you’re tucked in under his arm. “Good?”

You hum softly into his skin and press your lips into it before placing your cheek against him.

Placing his own lips to your hair, he kisses you a couple of times before he feels your breath even out again. Then he keeps kissing you, over and over again until his own eyelids get heavy and close.

At some point in the night, you appear in his dreams. This dream version of you is spooned against him, ass rocking back into his hips as his dick slips in and out of your cunt, hot and slick around him. His arm is wrapped around you and your hand is pressed into the back of his that’s full of one of your tits. You’re murmuring more words he can’t make out, interlaced with baby.

A light shining into his eyes distracts him, interrupts the soft rhythm of his body pumping into yours. It gets brighter, he can feel it hot on his face and when he tries to shake it away, he wakes up.

The feeling of your body spooned against his still is disorienting. Blinking his eyes into focus, battling the sun shining in through the window, he finds your hair tangled and in his face. Lifting his head from the pillow, trying to get his bearings, he realizes his arm is actually wrapped around you.

He lays his head back down and sighs in contentment. You stir in your sleep, shift against him and he then realizes he’s hard as a rock and pressed into your backside. Shit.

Trying to figure out how he can slide his arm out from under you, he jolts when you speak.

“Jake?” It’s soft and raspy and shoots straight to his dick.

“Morning sweetheart.” All plans of leaving disappear.

“Mm, good morning. I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah? What about me?”

A shy laugh shakes through your chest. “It was x-rated.”

Finding an opening and running with it, he slides his hand over your ribs, down your waist and grabs onto your hip to pull you into him. Pushing his hips forward, his erection is tucked between your asscheeks. “Is that so? Give me a play-by-play.”

“Hm, I could. Or I could give you a reenactment.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. Can we do it like this?” He’s already shifting his underwear down his hips to free himself, thanking whatever gods are listening when you murmur in agreement and rock your hips back. Reaching down between your bodies, he tucks his fingers between your thighs and runs them over your flesh. “Jesus, you’re already wet.”

You giggle, “I told you, x-rated.”

Moving his fingers over you again, they slip through your arousal easily until they’re coated in you. When a soft moan floats from your lips, he asks quietly, “You want me to fuck your perfect pussy with my fingers, sweetheart? Just for a minute?” Your head nods against his shoulder. “Say it.”

“Please baby, just a little bit.”

Sliding one inside you, he bites back his own groan. He pumps it into you a few times, feels you backing yourself onto it before pulling out and slipping back in with two. Curling them back draws a whine from your throat. He repeats it a couple times before pumping into you and letting you set the pace with your movements. His dick feels like it could explode.

“Need to be inside you. Can I? Please?”

“Yeah…” it’s more of a sigh than anything, a pretty sound that he instantly needs more of.

He pulls his fingers away gently and rubs them over his head, down the length of himself before sliding it between your legs. Shifting your top leg forward enough to expose you, you poke your ass out to him, waiting.

When he finally nudges your entrance, pushes his cock into you slowly until his hips are flush against your ass, you sigh his name and stay like that, enjoying the full feeling for a moment. He lets you set the pace again, grateful just to have woken up to you, sweet as sin and needing to be fucked. Your hips start to roll and that gentle slip from his dreams becomes a reality.

To further complete the fantasy, his hand moves up the front of your body, sliding underneath your t-shirt to find your breasts. He swirls his fingertips over each nipple, feels them harden under his touch before laying his palm over the full curve of one and squeezing softly. When your hand finds his and lays over it, he bucks his hips into you.

Throat tight, he whispers into your ear, “I dreamt about you too, just like this.” He picks up the rhythm, just slightly, thrusting into you with a little more purpose. When tiny gasps and whines start to fall from your lips, he uses his hold around you to go harder. “The real thing is so much better. You don’t even know how good you are.”

“You, you are. So good Jake, it feels so good.”

“Mm you like being filled up first thing in the morning? Tight little thing, wanting it even in your sleep?” He kisses over your shoulder between words.

Throwing yourself back into him a little harder, your answer comes out on a moan, “Ohh, with you, I like it with you.”

He likes that. Loves it even.

“Why don’t you take those filthy fingers and show your pretty little clit some love sweetheart, cum with me?”

You nod your head and do as he asks, collecting your slick from around his cock moving swiftly inside you, dragging deliciously over your walls. When your fingertips swirl over your sensitive skin, a long airy moan slips from you.

“Sound so pretty, like a song. Keep going, love.” He hadn’t meant to call you that but you react with more sweet music for him. “Fuck, I’m close, where…” he trails off, this is really a conversation you should’ve had before he’d slipped inside you the first time.

“Cum inside me, baby please. I- I’m almost there.”

He can feel it, you’re squeezing around him and sucking him in with each thrust, body begging for it. He wants to let go, needs to make sure.

“Me too, me too. Say it again, tell me you’re sure.” He’s started to sweat, the sun streaming in warming your bodies moving together.

You don’t reply, your fingers have picked up speed and you’re hurtling toward your release. A choked please rips from your throat before the coil, tight and low in your belly, snaps. The orgasm rolls through you gently, back arching softly and pressing you into Jake’s hips. His hold around you tightens and he thrusts against you once, twice before he’s spilling himself deep into you.

Rocking against you still, long presses of his lips to your shoulder, he drags his hand back down the front of your body then reaches for yours that’s gripping the sheets. He brings them both up, cranes his neck to kiss each of your fingers laced between his.

You let out a soft hum of appreciation, “Are you always like this, the morning after?”

He knows what you’re asking, curious about others that he’s slept with but he’s immediately debating how honest he should be. Because no, it’s not always like this. It hasn’t been like this in a long time. Fuck it.

“No, sweetheart. Not always.”

“Oh, I’m one of the lucky ones huh?” He can hear the smile in your voice.

“Ha, no I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one this morning, love.”

The moment is spoiled when a phone starts vibrating on the nightstand, the first time in hours that either of you have caught the sound. Jake pulls out of you slowly, soft and over-sensitive, he hisses at the feeling before rolling to grab his phone. It’s not his that’s ringing, he’d turned it off last night.

“You want it?”

“Ugh, just tell me who it is.”

Pulling yours from the charger, he flips it over to find his twin’s face and name on the screen.

“It’s Josh. Should we answer it?” You roll to face him and the look of pure mischief in his eyes makes you laugh, but before you can say no he’s swiping his finger across the screen pressing the speaker icon. You’ve clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle your giggles.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

“Hi,” you clear your throat, “hey Josh.”

“Where have you been? I haven’t heard back from you, I was worried darling.”

The nickname makes you cringe, it doesn’t warm your heart and flush your cheeks. “It’s been two days. I just needed a break… from you.” Your eyes are locked onto Jake’s face as his roam leisurely over your body, he doesn’t appear to be listening.

Your gaze drops to move over his skin, it looks as soft as you now know that it feels and all of it is on display for you, glowing in the sunlight.

“We’ve never taken a break from each other. I just needed to talk to you, to apologize.”

You’ve heard Josh speak but you can’t focus when Jake’s fingers dance over your thigh and then slip between them.

“Are you listening to me?”

Jake slides a fingertip through his own release that’s leaking from your cunt.

“Yeah, I am. I- oh, I’m not ready to talk about this right now.” Jake’s rubbing his cum over your skin, painting it over the lines there that he’d been so enamored with the night before. “Josh, I have to go. I promise we will talk later, I’ll call later.”

“Please, Y/N. I love you, I just want to-“

“I love you too, Joshua.” Jake’s hand stops moving. “We’ll talk soon.”

“Yeah… sure. Talk soon. Bye darl-“

You end the call and toss the phone away.

“What are you doing?” His eyes are zeroed in on his work, wet swirls and lines marking your skin. When he brings them up to your face, they’re swimming with an emotion you’d like to place but it seems too hopeful.

Marking you. “Nothin’… you okay?”

“I’m perfect.” Your soft smile encourages one of his own to form.

“Yeah you are. Should we take a shower?”

After a shared shower that lasted only a touch longer than it should have, and a half finished pot of coffee, you’re both standing by your front door. Reluctant to leave you, Jake hasn’t stopped touching your body in some way since you crawled from the bed and he’s currently got a hold on your waist and his lips attached to your neck.

“You know this isn’t the last time we’ll see each other, right?” He mumbles an answer into your skin. “What was that?”

Pulling away to look into your eyes, he slips a hand into your hair and uses it to keep you close. “You swear?”

It makes you laugh, it’s silly really. You spend so much time in his sphere already, but things will undeniably be different now.

“Cross my heart…” Your hand comes up to perform the action and he snatches it to bring it to his lips. When you whisper a quiet thank you, his eyebrows quirk up.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For being you. For letting me see you.”

In the last hours spent with you, he’s felt that crack in his heart suture itself back together. With every breath carrying his name, a stitch sewed into place. In this moment, he can feel that it’s healed over as his heart thumps in his chest.

“Thank you for seeing me.” There’s more on the tip of his tongue, things he knows he shouldn’t say. Things he knows he shouldn’t even be feeling yet. He feels his mouth about to betray his good sense so he presses his lips to yours and feels you melt against him. When it breaks, he moves to pull the door open and you let him go.

“See you later Jake.”

“Yeah. You will.”

When you’ve finally shut the door behind him you lean your back against it and bring your fingertips to your mouth, still feeling him there.

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Baby Series: The Final- Coming Home

note: thank you from the very bottom of my heart for coming along on this crazy ride. I can't believe this is it. This is the end. The babies are here and they are home. I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I did. I will be back soon with "The First Year":)

warnings: none, maybe some tears

JOSH:

You and Josh spent about three days at the cabin, spending some time alone for the two of you. It was much needed, everything about the dynamic between you two had shifted. Karen and Allison had stayed around the first night, and it was nice to have the extra hands to help you through it. But you two were both ready to be in your own bed, and get into a somewhat normal routine with Oliver. Josh had been amazing, stepping into the role of being a father so naturally. He was attentive to every small noise that would leave Oliver’s pink lips.

“And how are you this morning?” Josh said, as you were changing Oliver and getting ready to put him in a onesie to go home. Josh was kneeling on the ground so he could be eye level with his son, “Momma fed you, and changed you, and now you’re getting dressed. You ready to go… ope that’s a big yawn little buddy.”

You laughed as the yawn left Oliver’s mouth. Josh softly ran his fingertips over the fine brown hair on his head. Oliver looked so much like Josh, it was crazy. You knew the Kiszka genes were strong; all 4 children being carbon copies of their parents. But the fact that Oliver could pass as Jake and Josh’s triplet, just sealed the deal. Karen had sent you baby pictures last night and you and Josh spent hours analyzing who Oliver looked like more.

“How are you feeling?” Josh asked, his eyes gazing up at you.

“I’m good. Tired, a little sore. My boobs hurt, which Allison said is normal,” You explained as you buttoned up the onesie. Josh looked down at the outfit, a bright smile across his face as he looked up at you.

“My red rock outfit?” Josh said looking at the navy blue onesie that had a sun around the collar and stars on it.

“Monica made it… thought you might like it.”

Josh stood up from the ground and gently picked up his son, placing him on his chest, “I absolutely love it. Now we can match all the time.”

The ride home seemed to be the longest drive in history. Josh claimed to be going the speed limit, but you could see that he was driving about 10 miles under it. You sat in the back of the jeep next to Oliver, so you could keep an eye on him. He slept the whole ride home, and you were thankful. For his first night post womb eviction, he did pretty well sleep wise. Karen had told you that Josh was a pretty good baby when it came to sleeping.

You weren’t surprised to see Jake’s car in the driveway when you guys arrived. Josh said he had been sleeping there waiting for you guys to come home. Josh helped you out of the car, taking Oliver’s car seat carrier, as you carried Oliver in your arms. Josh opened the door slowly, allowing you to walk in first, breathing in the fresh scent of the house.

“Hey,” Jake said softly, “Welcome home. Are you okay with me being here?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” You said softly. Jake smiled and kissed your cheek, and then walked over to hug his brother.

“You cleaned?” Josh asked his brother.

“I can actually do something productive, thanks Josh. . . or should I say ‘Dad’ now?” Jake smiled, and then looked at the small baby in your arms, “The man we’ve all been waiting for.” Jake walked over to you, and gently touched the top of Oliver’s head, “Guess you’re gonna have to fight him for attention now, Josh.”

“I’m okay with letting all eyes be on him. . . for now,” Josh said, “Do you want to sit down?”

You nodded and Jake took a step back, allowing Josh to lead you to the couch. Josh removed some of the pillows and carefully guided you down to the couch. He adjusted the pillows once you were seated, allowing you to lay Oliver down on his back, his brown eyes open as he searched around his home.

“Do you want to hold him, Jake?” You asked the anxious looking twin as he stood in the doorway.

“C-can I?” You nodded and Jake pushed himself off the doorway, then stopped himself, “Let me go wash my hands again,”

You chuckled as Josh sat down next to you, and put his arm around your shoulders. He grabbed your chin gently, turning your face towards his and he placed a soft kiss on your lips, “You did good, momma,” Josh said, looking down at his son.

“You mean, we did good.”

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JAKE:

He hardly slept at all that very first night. He couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off of her, even though she was perfectly fine, swaddled in her blanket and asleep most of the time. Jake was always up first when he could sense Dylan about to cry. Your mind was still in a fog that it took you a second to realize that Dylan was crying and trying to figure out what she needed. But Jake knew, he always knew what she needed, whether it was to feed or her diaper change or just to be cuddled.

Jake tried to learn as much as he could from watching the doctors and the nurses. You seemed to be a natural at swaddling, feeding and comforting Dylan, where Jake just stood awkwardly, not really sure how to jump in and help you. When you guys finally got home, Jake helped you up the stairs to your room. You wanted to shower, you had showered after Dylan was born, but it was more of a quick rinse. You were in so much pain and just wanted to be next to your girl, that you just walked through the motions. Now that you were home in your own home and comfort.

Jake was laying on the bed, watching Dylan as she laid in her bassinet, swaddled tightly in a pink blanket. He could hear the soft music coming from the bathroom, as you got a much needed moment alone. Jake was waiting, watching Dylan, hoping she would cry soon so he could pick her up. He learned from his mom to let sleeping babies lie, but he just wanted her in his arms. The second he saw her mouth open in a yawn, he was reaching in and pulling her out of her bassinet.

“Oh hi, baby,” Jake cooed, as he laid her on his chest, and sat back against the headboard, “Your mommy is gonna kill me for waking you up, cause that means you’re gonna cry soon and want to be feed, and I don’t have the right equipment for that.”

Dylan had big brown eyes, much like her father’s, and they scanned the room around her, “What can you see baby?” Jake asked softly, knowing very well there wasn’t much she could see, “There’s a whole world out there for you to explore, ya know that.”

Dylan cooed and Jake smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the soft brown hair on the top of her head. He heard the door to the bathroom open, as you walked out, now dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. You walked over to them, and sat down softly on the bed, swinging your legs over gently.

“Still hurt?” Jake asked, and you nodded with a groan, “Anything I can do?” You shook your head. Jake frowned, he hated seeing you in pain. Those seven excruciating hours in labor were the worst for him. He wanted badly to be able to do anything to relieve your pain. But he was also in absolute awe, watching you handle everything like a champ.

“The boys coming over?” You asked softly.

“No, I told them not today. You are too exhausted and sore. Besides, as much as I love them, I also love the peace and quiet.” As soon as those last three words left his lips, a shrill cry emitted from Dylan. You couldn’t help but laugh as Jake looked down at her, her tiny face scrunched up as she wailed.

“Oh my miss Dylan, what is wrong, baby?” Jake asked her, “I think you’re hungry.”

“Of course she is,” You said and held your arms out for Jake to give her to you. He helped you get situated, putting a pillow under your arm, cause that seemed to be the easiest way for Dylan to latch on, and you to be comfortable while she fed.

You moved Dylan slightly, and lifted her head to your breast, her natural instincts kicking in and latching on to your nipple. You were surprised the very first time you fed her that she didn’t have a problem latching on, which led to Jake making a joke about her being more like her dad than you both thought.

“So if I cry too, does that mean I get to see boobies?” Jake asked, and you glared at him. He held his hands up in defense and laid down next to the two of you, “Do you need anything?”

“Not that I can think of. Did you get those pads and stuff I asked for?”

Jake nodded, rubbing his hand over your thigh, “I also put some of those padsicle things together. I had to call my mom for help, but I did it. There’s like 20 or so in the freezer.”

“Jake, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but the midwife said it would help with the healing and everything.” Jake said. A couple hours after Dylan’s birth, when you were both resting soundly, Jake had gone to the midwife and asked her what he could do to help you through postpartum. She had given Jake a list of things that would help, and he had studied that list like it was the Bible. He had to call his mom to explain just a couple things, but most of it he figured out himself, “It’s the least I can do, for my girls.”

“Your girls, huh?” You smiled at him, and he nodded. Jake leaned up, pressing a kiss to your lips and then to Dylan’s head.

“My girls.”

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SAMMY:

You knew the pain post c-section was going to be rough, but you didn’t know it was going to be this bad. Every little thing you did hurt. The simple act of sitting up straight felt like razor blades being drug across your stomach. You felt entirely useless for two days post childbirth. But both Sam and Karen assured you that it was okay, that you needed to take your time and heal. You had said those words to post c-section moms before, but you never knew how heartbreaking it was to hear them. You had cried the first night, as you just watched Sam take care of the twins. That next morning you had tried to push yourself, doing pretty much everything outside of your limit, and ended up tearing open some stitches. Your hospital stay was extended thanks to that, and you were ready to break out.

“Careful mamas,” Sam said, as he helped you up the stairs of the house. You had finally been discharged along with the twins, and you were ready to be home with your family, “Do you want to go to the couch or to the bedroom?”

“Couch,” You whispered out weakly. Sam nodded as he kept his hand around your waist, guiding you over to the couch. He helped you sit down gently and then ran out to go grab the twins. You sighed and very carefully leaned back against the back of the couch. You turned your head as you heard the familiar sound of paws coming towards you.

“Rosie,” You smiled, and put your hand out to pet her. Rosie came and nudged your hand, whining softly, “I’m okay, girl. Your new owners are home, are you excited?” Rosie’s ears perked up as Sam walked back through the door, this time with two identical car seat carriers. Rosie walked excitedly over to her father and sniffed him.

“Whoa there, baby,” Sam smiled, “Let me get these two settled, okay.”

“Bring them over here,” You said, and very carefully pushed yourself up to a more upright position. Sam told Rosie to sit and stay where she was, “I’d rather have her. . . oh fuck. . .meet them while they are in their carseats.”

Sam nodded and walked over to the couch. He placed both the carriers on the ground, Harrison in front of you and Lennon in front of him. He placed enough room in between them that Rosie could sniff them but he could also reach them if need be.

“Rosie, come here,” Sam called her over and she came rushing to him. He grabbed her body gently, holding on to her, “Be gentle,” He ordered and let her go to investigate who these two strangers were in her home. Rosie went straight to Harrison, and sniffed around his carseat gently. She jumped slightly when Harrison moved, making a small whine.

“It’s okay, Rosie, he’s just waking up,” You said and patted her back, “Go see Lennon,”

Rosie then sniffed her way to the babygirl, who was starting to wake up as well. Rosie was more apprehensive when it came to Lennon, and slowly got close to her, sniffing her and then taking a step back. Rosie looked at both the babies and then laid down in front of the carseats looking up at Sam with her mouth open like she was smiling.

“You think we can keep them?” Sam asked her, and Rosie barked in response, “Hey! Quiet, you’ll wake them.”

You laughed, “I guess if Rosie approves, we can keep them.”

“I guess so,” Sam said, and reached forward to grab Lennon, “The puppy says that this little baby can stay.” Sam kissed his daughter’s face, before gently placing her in your arms. He stood up slightly, and over to Harrison, grabbing him out and kissing his face, “And the puppy also said this little baby can stay.”

You did your best to shuffle back against the couch, as you held Lennon in your arms. Rosie sat up, and leaned her head on your leg, looking up at you with her big brown eyes. She could sense your pain, and you patted her head gently. Rosie moved her head, and stood up running into the other room. Sam watched her for a second, and then laughed when she came running back in with a ball in her mouth. She dropped the ball right in front of the couch, and then sat patiently.

“They’re too little for fetch,” Sam said, laughing, “I promise soon, you will have all the fun in the world with these two running around.”

Later that night, once Sam had helped you get up the stairs and settled into the bedroom. You guys had put the twins asleep in the bassinets in your room. Rosie had found her spot right in front of them, her head facing the front of the bassinets, watching and waiting.

“Those your babies too, now huh?” Sam asked his dog, and Rosie just sighed in agreement, as she settled into watching over her brand new owners. Sam smiled as he crawled into bed next to you, waiting for the moment the twins would be crying for attention.

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DANNY:

Jude Francis was in the incubator for two weeks before he was released from the hospital. It had been the longest two weeks of both your lives. You guys had to stay in the hospital for about four days after your c-section, which was nice being able to see Jude all day everyday. But the moment the doctor walked in and said you could go home, you broke down in tears. Danny assured you that you guys could come back in the morning to see him. The drive home felt all too familiar, going home with no baby, but you had to remind yourself that you guys would be walking out with him soon.

Every day they were there, watching every little thing he did. Every little improvement felt like a huge milestone. When he gained a pound, when he had less than 5 sleep apnea episodes a night, when he finally latched onto breastfeed. Both you and Danny documented everything. You guys loved every moment you got to spend with him. And when Doctor Collins finally removed the last wire, you guys had cried.

“You ready?” Danny asked as you finished signing the discharge papers.

“Yes,” You smiled, relief washing over your body as you set the pen down, and looked at the little boy who was fast asleep in his carseat. You grabbed Danny’s hand, “Let’s take our little man home.”

It felt weird, leaving the hospital with a baby. You had to keep pinching yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Everything you had ever dreamed of was finally coming true. Danny looked over his shoulder as you slowed down.

“What? Are you okay? Is it the stitches?”

“No,” You said, shaking your head and your voice cracking, “We have a baby.”

Danny smiled and looked down at the little boy in his carseat, “Yeah. . . we do.” He walked over to you, and threw his arm around your shoulders, “Let’s go home. I wanna cuddle with my family.”

The house was quiet when you guys arrived, which you were thankful for. Usually there were three rowdy Kiszka boys waiting for you when you got there, but Danny told them that you would want some time to just settle in with Jude before they came over. Danny set the carseat on the ground, and then knelt down to get Jude out. Every time you saw Danny holding the tiny baby, your heart would flutter. Jude looked even smaller than he was in his father’s strong arms. Danny was really living up to the title of ‘Gentle Giant’ as he carefully held his son.

“This is your house, buddy. See the front door, the stairs, the kitchen is over here,” Danny said, giving the barely awake newborn a tour of the house. You walked behind them and listened to everything Danny was telling Jude, explaining the different concert memorabilia that was scattered around the house. Posters from old shows, guitar picks, dried roses, the drumsticks that Danny had written ‘will you marry me?’ on.

“And some day, when you’re big enough, I’ll buy you your own drum kit, so you can be like me and annoy your mother.”

“You don’t annoy me with your drumming. . . all the time,” You smiled at him. Danny walked back over to you and you cooed at your little boy, “Hi, handsome. What do ya think? We’re pretty cool, huh?”

“I’m cooler than your mommy,” Danny said, and kissed the top of his forehead. You rolled your eyes, “What do you think, mommy?”

“Well, daddy,” You smirked, “He’s gonna need to feed soon. Want to go up to the nursery?”

“Sure,” Danny said and handed you the baby, “You okay going up the stairs by yourself?”

“Yeah, Doctor Collins said I can,” You assured him. The first couple days after surgery had been rough. You hadn’t felt that dependent on Danny in years, but he was happy to be there to dote on you.

You slowly walked up the stairs and into your shared, as Danny followed behind with the diaper bag and some things from the hospital. You had moved the bassinet, changing table and rocking chair into your bedroom. You sat down in the rocking chair as Danny emptied out the bag from the hospital. You gently rocked Jude, as he slept on your chest.

“I want another one,” You said, looking up at your husband.

“Already?” Danny asked, “Can we at least see if this one doesn’t drive us crazy before we decide on another one?” You smiled and nodded. Danny came and leaned against the back of the rocking chair, looking down at his son in your arms.

“Our little rainbow.”

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