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Deja Vu: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

description: between a span of nearly two years, you and jake would have occasional hookups every time he was back in town after touring. but once he abruptly stopped shooting you texts and seeing you, you figured you two were done for, and you despised ever spending time on him. so, once you see him in your local bar after six months, you're caught off guard with anger, but remembrance of how much you missed him, and how you truly feel about him.

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warnings under cut:

warnings: angst - lots of it, a good amount of plot, swearing, smut (18+ minors dni!), praise kink, light degrading, fingering, light choking, unprotected sex, minimal begging, possible breeding kink ( no verbal mentions of it, only actions), overstimulation, light fluff, mention/usage of alcohol.

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this little enemies to lovers oneshot i threw together. i just feel like jake fits this trope so much, and i've been wanting a fic with him in this trope. so, here's my little take on it for you all to enjoy:) ( also, warning, this is FILTHY. reader discretion advised )

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You met him after one of his concerts in Michigan. His presence was captivating, with his brown hair that rested just below his shoulders, a shirt that only hung open with a few buttons that revealed dangling silver necklaces. His stage persona that had everyone's eyes glued on him, whether it was his turn for the spotlight or not. You couldn't tear your eyes or mind away from the guitarist. There was just something about him.

Something about the way he played skillful riffs on his guitar, the way he threw his head back and hissed tight breaths through his teeth. How he would wear a light smirk as he gazed down into the crowd and notice hundreds of fans screaming his name and raising his confidence to an all-time high. And when he'd look over to his bandmates, especially the singer, he'd wear a kind smile and playfully strut around the stage with him in his full element.

Your wishful hopes of seeing him outside of the concert lied in a nearby bar as you took small, gracious sips from your drink. So, when your prayers were answered, and you saw him inside the bar nearby, your heart began to skip a few beats. Your stomach was filled with a tingling sensation you compared to butterflies fluttering around excitedly in your gut. You took your chances on introducing yourself, because something in you told yourself that there was a chance something could come out of it.

He took your introduction with gratitude, telling you his name was Jake Kiszka. And once you told him your own name, it never left his lips.

Every time he spoke to you, every time he held you close to his body and trailed his lips down your neck, every time he pounded into you in any secluded area with appraisal. Every time he hummed your name when he cradled you close to his chest post-sex. He was an addictive drug that you couldn't break the habit of craving.

But you never saw him outside of your home state. He'd usually shoot you a text telling you he'd be in town, eventually figuring out that he was from there and lived somewhere you had never heard of before. He'd promise you that he'd see you the next time, and the next.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I miss you - all of you. You know I think about you every night, right y/n?"

The simple sentences would keep you wrapped around his finger, and it seemed like that was his plan. The visits became less and less, but that didn't stop you from growing excited when you'd see a single notification from him telling you that he was stopping in town for a few days. But, when he stopped telling you he'd be back in town or wouldn't stop by his usual bar he'd hang out at with his band after a concert, you figured that was it. You should've expected it, since it was apparent that he was slowly pushing you away. It had been at least a year and a half of hookups and simple flirtatious chats. Nothing serious was supposed to come out of it, and you knew that. But you also had wished that after all that time his mind would change.

Your thoughts of him were filled with regret. Ashamed that you let him trick your oblivious mind into believing that he would stop the sleezy hookups and take you out on a romantic date, or perhaps turn your sexual relationship into something meaningful. His words that told you his mind was on another page than his actions. It was hurtful the first few months of no contact, but after it hit at least half a year of no responses, you eventually just grew hatred for him. Simple reminders on the internet told you that he was still out there in existence, but you eventually were able to steer clear of any media pertaining him and his band, and he became a distant memory.

You still attended the bar, since it was close to your home and a popular hangout spot for you and your friends with cheap drinks and an easy way to get drunk. There was a time when you hoped that one night he'd walk in and come running to you, but after time fleeted by long enough, you stopped caring, and you prayed that he'd never return.

But you found yourself alone at the bar on a Friday night after your friend cancelled last minute. Although you could've just stayed in for the night and relaxed after a long week of work, you chose to pleasure yourself with a few drinks to let off some steam.

"Your usual?" The bartender, Steve, asked you. You became familiar with him after your weekly visits at the local bar.

"Yeah, sure." You nodded with a sigh, folding your hands together on the tabletop and watching him make the drink.

He mixed your cocktail skillfully, finishing it within a few minutes and sliding it over to you, letting you know he'd put it on your tab.

Your eyes lingered around the dimly lit bar, searching for something to focus your eyes on. People scattered around the bar, talking amongst each other with drinks accompanied in their hands, a few dancing after having one too many drinks, people exiting and entering the bar. It was all a comforting, familiar scene, but you'd forgotten how boring it was when alone. Sure, you made small talk with the bartender, maybe a few regulars that took their place next to you, but you mainly just kept to yourself.

So, when your eyes found three familiar faces entering the bar, your heart began to beat against your chest at a rapid pace and send your ears ringing. You hadn't expected to see Jake's friend back in the bar after all this time, let alone Jake himself. This place was a sacred haven that finally was free of his presence, but now, he has sinfully graced it again with his bandmates. His face was in full form, and you swore you forgotten what he looked like, let alone his bandmates. But this was proven untrue the second you recognized them in the pool of strangers.

You recognized the two accompanying him to be Danny and Sammy. Josh was forgotten from the picture, knowing him, he was probably at home "recharging" his social battery. You needed a few more drinks to forget you saw their faces, or better yet, walk home and leave there all together.

You hid your face in your drink, finishing it off with a few sips and calling the bartender back over to make you a second one.

"Tequila Sunrise?" A familiar voice said from next to you, causing your head to whip towards the man.

"Yeah, it's what I usually get." You nodded at Danny with a small smile, accepting the second drink and watching his face go through some remembrance phase of recollecting who you were. He knew you from somewhere, he just hadn't put the pieces of the distant memorial puzzle together quite yet.

"Wait, y/n?" His lips curled into a smile, eyes widening slightly. "Holy shit, how long has it been?"

"Long enough," you sighed, "can't believe you remember me."

"Well, you were one of the only girls Jake actually introduced us to and that we all liked. How've you been holding up?"

"Alright. What about you, huh?"

"Not too bad myself. The guys are doing great. I'm actually with Jake and Sam right now." He pointed his thumb behind him, turning his head over his shoulder before meeting your eyes again.

"Oh, really?" You acted surprised.

"I can go grab them if you-."

"Oh, no, no. It's fine. I don't want to see them." You took another sip of your drink, crossing your hands over each other. "Jake and I didn't end off on good terms."

"I was wondering why we stopped seeing you. Or, perhaps, why Jake stopped seeing you." He called the bartender over after, ordering himself a beer.

"Your best guess is mine," you raised your glass to your lips, "he just stopped talking to me one day. Piece of shit."

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I just figured-."

"Danny, my man, I've been looking for ya." Jake came between the middle of you two, patting his hand on his friend's back.

Danny's eyes flicked to you, then to his friend with a shy smile, nodding his head and taking a sip of his drink. Jake turned his head over his shoulder, examining you as your eyes averted to your glass. You didn't know the expression he had held onto his face, but whatever it was, your face grew red hot with the knowledge of his eyes lingering on you. Steam leaving your face, your empty hand balling into a tight fist. You had prayed that he wouldn't recognize who you were, or maybe pretend that he didn't know you.

"Long time no see, y/n." He leaned onto his arm between you and Danny, a signal for him to find his friend.

You haven't heard your name leave his lips in a long time, let alone his voice ringing into your ears. It was something you were grateful to forget, but now you were given a reminder that had begun to burn into your brain. You had once been comforted of his voice, but now, it only twisted at your stomach and made you feel the closet thing you could to being ill.

You let your head turn to see him in full view, immediately regretting your decision once the details of his face were lit right in front of you. His light brown eyes that were shaded by black-rounded sunglasses, his lips rested into a smug grin, his shirt unbuttoned low enough to reveal his infamous silver necklaces. Every second of examination was enough to make you slam your drink back, grab your things and leave him without uttering a word.

"Wait, hey, hey!" He called after you, tugging at your arm in the crowds of people that filled the bar.

"What do you want, Jake?" You fully turned to him and shook your arm out of his grasp with a tired voice.

He stood there for a few moments with an astonished expression. "I just...wanted to see how you were doing. Haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah, and that's your fucking fault. If you actually cared about how I was doing, maybe you would've shot me a text once or twice."

"I'm sorry I-."

"Sorry? You're sorry?" You scoffed, following if with a spiteful chuckle. "I don't care that I was just some girl that you hooked up with every now and then, but you could have at least been a decent human being and told me our little thing was done." You shoved your finger into his chest.

His mouth hung agape; he tilted his head back as he tried to console his own frustrations. He felt goosebumps creep onto the back of his neck once he realized a few bystanders noticed your light outburst.

"Let me at least take you home, alright? Call you an Uber or something." He opened his palms to you.

"And why would I let you do that?" You folded your arms together and kept your stern glare.

He furrowed his brows. "Because I feel like a bit of an asshole for how I ended things."

You sighed deeply and brought your fingers to the bridge of your nose. You pinched at the stressed skin in thought. You could only imagine yourself regretting letting him talk to you after all this time, but you remembered that once you felt nothing but adoration for him. Accepting his simple gesture could've been the end of it and you wouldn't have to see him again.

"What about your friends?"

"Don't worry about 'em. I'll just let them know I'm accompanying you for a bit." He held your eyes with a slight smile and a nod over to them.

You exhaled deeply and threw your hands up in the air. "Fine, alright. We're walking, by the way."

He gave you a light smirk of gratitude that he got his way. "Forgot your apartment was close by." He nodded in recollection, then telling you to give him a few seconds to notify his friends of the plan and to meet him outside. It was odd that you were frustrated with how he remembered where your apartment was, because it seemed like he had forgotten all about you. Now, it was as if no time had passed since he left you in the dust without a single word.

As much as you tricked yourself into believing that you shouldn't trust him, you found yourself standing outside of the bar and rapidly tapping your foot against the pavement that lined the busy streets of the night.

He met you at your side, hands shoved into his pocket with brows raised to let you know he was ready to follow you back to your apartment.

You didn't want to say much to him, since he was only supposed to be walking you back home and nothing more. What else were you supposed to say to him other than express your hatred towards him for leaving you quite literally high and dry six months ago?

"You never answered my question, by the way." His voice stopped your thoughts, and your eyes landed on him with a cocked brow. "I asked you how you've been."

"Oh," you gave him a single nod, "fine. Great, actually." You gave him a small smile and kept your eyes focused in front of you after letting your eyes linger onto him for too long for comfort.

"Not that you were going to ask, but I've been doing okay myself." He spoke lightly, releasing a soft chuckle to soothe the tension radiating between you two. All you gave him was a simple nod and kept to yourself. "Was surprised to run into you, actually. It's been a while since we've been to that bar."

"Trying to avoid me, huh?" You dared to look at him once more with aggravation. All he gave you was a sigh, and called it quits of trying to make more small talk on the walk back to your apartment.

And once you finally hit the steps that lead to your complex, you walked up to the door without acknowledging him. But once you noticed that he continued to follow you, you couldn't help but want to try and stop his actions.

"I didn't invite you in." You shook your head.

"I know. But I told you I'd walk you home." He shrugged with his hands still stuffed into his pockets.

You let your eyes roll dramatically, releasing a grunt of aggravation. "You've walked me far enough, Jacob. Don't push it."

He took a few steps forward up the steps that led to you. You had your arms folded tightly into your chest as you watched his every move. Although your nostrils flared, eyebrows pulled together tightly with every movement he made, he didn't have an ounce of care that you were becoming more and more upset with him. He wore a devious smirk, knowing that he was crawling under your skin. Any ounce of attention you gave him was just enough for him to continue to push the boundaries.

You scoffed. "You're not going to leave me alone, huh?"

"Nope." He gave you a smug grin and a shake of his head, with his long locks of hair bouncing off his shoulders.

"Funny to see you care about my well-being after all this time." You muttered to yourself, letting him follow you up the short flight of stairs that led to your apartment door and still deciding to not say another word to him.

And once you both reached the door, you stood there for a moment with hesitation. You were being an asshole, although it was within right reason, you still felt shitty about it all. After all, he was at least making an effort to walk you back, but it could've just been him trying to have another quick hookup with you again. Because that's all you were to him, at least, that's what it's always been.

He removed his sunglasses from his face and slid them into his back pocket to reveal his soft, brown eyes that wore slight wrinkles at the corners of them. "Can we talk, please?" He tried to meet your eyes that scattered around in your purse to search for your keys.

"There's nothing to talk about, Jake. You made it very clear to me that you wanted nothing to do with me six months ago." You shot your eyes up at him, then focusing on unlocking your door with your keys that fumbled in your frantic hands.

"Can I at least explain myself?"

"Why should I grant you that after all this time?" You stopped your motions and looked at him once more.

"Because I owe you an explanation, y/n." His face contorted into some sort of sympathetic look, with his lips downturned into the slightest frown, and his brows resting close to his eyes.

You swallowed the knot in your throat, flicking your eyes between his own before unlocking your door fully, pushing it open and turning to him. He stood there, trying to make out if this was you allowing his entrance into your apartment. But, when you left the door open after pulling the keys out, he took the opportunity and shut the door behind him as he followed you inside.

You threw your shoes off, your purse to follow next onto your kitchen counter than flopping yourself onto the couch in your small makeshift living room. He watched your tense actions, only taking a few cautious steps towards you, but not enough to meet you at the couch.

"Why didn't you text me?" You stared blankly at the coffee table that sat in front of you. He took a few more steps towards you, finally reaching the arm of the couch, furthest from you. "I know I was just someone you saw every now and then, but it still hurt, Jake. I mean, I spent almost two years seeing you. And then one day, you just stop texting me, stop calling me. I know it's not because you weren't going to be in town anytime soon, 'cause you told me that you would be back in two months."

He brought his hand to his forehead and ran it over the skin. He decided on sitting next to you, but not close enough to make you uncomfortable with his presence.

"Well, I-."

"I want honesty, full honesty, Jake. Don't care if it'll hurt me. Won't make me feel more upset than I already was, or am, I guess." You gestured with your hands then folded them together and waited for his response.

He nodded and hesitated with a swallow before meeting your eyes. "Felt like it went on too long for it to not mean anything. I realized I was starting to grow feelings for you, get attached - all that stuff," he paused, "and I at first I wasn't looking for romance, mainly because I'm usually never home for long periods of time. And, well, I didn't want to put you through a relationship that would have been hard to start with me on the road all the time." He shrugged.

You didn't know how to react, so your face went through a multitude of reactions to his words and finally reserving to an astounded one. After all this time, he felt the way you did, but he was right. It was hard to make something out of your guys' casual hookups when he was on the road for most of the time.

"You could've at least told me." You refused to believe that that was the end of it. That there should've been a reason for you to still be upset with him.

"I didn't know how to tell you, y/n. I didn't want to end things, but that seemed like the only solution." His lips pressed tightly together, hanging his head low and giving you a weak shrug. "I feel like an asshole for it, believe me. So, when I saw you in the bar, I knew I had to say something. And all I can really say is that I'm sorry."

You scrunched your eyes tightly together, eyebrows pulled tightly together. "Instead of texting me you chose to just wait until you saw me again?"

"Would you have responded to me if I did?" His eyes landed on yours again, and all you could do was stare at him for a moment, before hanging your head down and sighing deeply. "I felt like it would be more meaningful rather than texting you. Besides, I've missed you...and your voice."

You couldn't have let him in this easily. Your heart had started to remember the familiar beat that it had taken when you would be with him, how it felt when you were with him. You knew you were still upset with Jake, but you couldn't push the feeling that crept from your gut and into your heart.

"I can't accept your apology. You can't just waltz back into my life after all this time and expect everything to be okay between us. It doesn't matter that I was just some girl you had sex with time and time again, it's the fact that you completely cut all contact with me and come back expecting me to be at your feet. Can't believe you think I'd forgive you that easily." You exhaled through your nose. "Thanks for walking me back home and telling me this, but I think you should go now."

He cocked his brow, seemingly confused that you didn't just accept his apology and, conclusively, you two were on good terms now. He knew that it wouldn't be easy to gain any sort of sympathy or trust from you, but he had at least hoped that some part of you would let him back into your life or give him some kind words to remember you by.

But the truth was, this wasn't the last time he wanted to see you. He spent those six months missing you, regretting not shooting you a text. He figured his time was up, and it was too late for him to apologize to you. He just needed to see you again, to tell you how he felt, to see that you understood how terrible he felt.

But his words weren't enough, and as stubborn as he was, he figured that was all he could give you.

So, he stood up from your couch, and you followed him to the door with slow strides behind him while watching as he reached for the doorknob before turning to you.

"Thanks for letting me come in for a few." He gave you a singular nod. His voice was low into a whisper, voice laced with slight regret that matched the paining feeling his heart was filled with.

"And thanks for walking me home," you folded your arms together, "and apologizing." You said with a dragged breath.

He released his hand from the doorknob, turning his body towards you and flicking his eyes between your lips and your eyes.

Within a swift motion, he grabbed your face with his hands and pressed his plush lips onto yours harshly, but then melting the kiss into a softer, more meaningful one. He had missed the way your lips tasted, and you hated to admit it, but you missed his mouth on your own. The way his calloused fingers found themselves tangled into your hair. The way he sharply inhaled at the first kiss that always gave you the same gut feeling as it did the moment his lips met yours for the first time.

As much as it would satisfy you to say no, push him away and make him feel regretful of his choices more than he already had, you couldn't deny how your heart banged against your ribcage with need. Your body language told you the opposite of what your mind felt, but your brain began to mush all those hatred thoughts down and bring you back in time for a moment. You were back to how you always felt when he finally came back home and visited you - none of this was foreign to you. It wasn't a rewarding feeling that you had gone back to your old ways so quickly, but with his mouth on yours, you no longer wanted to deny how much you desperately wanted him back anymore.

You unfolded your arms and placed one hand on his back, and the other on his chest to push him far enough for you to look at him. The quick change of the mood had you forgetting for a moment why you were upset with him. All you could think about was how it felt for him to be this close to your body, how his lips fit onto yours in the perfect way they always had, how his hands knew where to touch you and where to travel on your body as if they never left there before.

"I still hate you, Jake." You ran your hand down his chest with a small smirk creeping onto your lips. You tried to bite it back, but the muscles of your face were controlling your expressions in ways you didn't want to show.

"I know. Still wasn't going to miss my chance to kiss you again." He rested his forehead upon yours and releasing a soft chuckle.

"You've always been kind of an asshole, huh?" Your eyes lifted through your lids and met his.

"Some things never change."

And you realized how true his words were. Not with him being an asshole, but with your feelings. After all this time, you still missed him deeply. And now you had him right here with you, and who knows when the next time would be when you would see him again, if there were to be a next time. But with the newly found news that he started to grow feelings for you, you had a bit of hope inside of you to trust that he'd finally make up his mind with deciding whatever it was between you guys. After all, you couldn't mistake the chemistry between you two.

You pulled him back onto your lips with your hand pressed onto the back of his head and your other arm snaked around his neck, opening your mouth against his and accepting his invitation to invade your mouth with his tongue.

He slipped his shoes off, not daring to break from your lips as he quickly unbuttoned whatever buttons were left clasped together on his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders. You were given the opportunity to feel the smooth skin you had missed laying your fingers upon, scratching at his back when the time was right. But for now, you just let one hand run up his toned chest, then crawling its way to his broad shoulders to try and soak up the memory of how his skin felt under your touch.

His lips traveled to your jaw, his hands landing on your hips and pulling them closer to his own as his mouth sucked at your neck. You let your head tilt back as he continued to sink his teeth delicately into the skin, your mouth dropping open and releasing a relieved, pleasurable sigh.

His fingers trailed to the hem of your tank top, tugging at it a few times as his mouth left a few more open, sloppy kisses below your jaw and then finally giving in to throw it over you when your arms involuntarily threw themselves up to help him out. Your eyes fluttered shut once his mouth traveled down from your jugular and to the top of your breast, one hand massaging the other.

"Jake," you moaned, your hands traveling into his hair and then to his chin to bring him up to eye level.

"What?"

"We're not doing this out here." You shook your head with a giggle. He gave you a puzzled expression, but then relaxing it into a knowing smirk that told you he knew what you meant.

His lips met yours again, placing an open-mouthed kiss with a deep groan bubbling in his throat. "Was thinking about bending you over on the counter. That alright with you?" He spoke into your lips.

"If we're doing this, we're doing it my way. Since, y'know, I'm letting this happen." You slotted your lips with his once before cocking your head to the side.

"Fair enough." He shrugged. He bent his knees, lifting you into his arms with a slight grunt and carrying you over to where your bedroom was.

He landed you onto the bed, you immediately scooting backwards with a giggle as he crawled with you, finding your lips again and dragging his tongue alongst your bottom lip.

"Did you think I was going to let you fuck me on my counter?" You laughed into his lips, to which he switched to trailing his mouth down your neck.

"Was worth a shot. Figured you missed me enough to not really care." He hummed against your ear, then dragging his tongue along the side of your neck.

You moaned lowly, a hand finding its way into his hair. "It's cute that you think I missed you."

He raised himself from your neck, planting his hands on either sides of your head and looking at you with an open-mouthed smirk, tilting his head to the side and examining your face.

"Oh, I must be mistaken then for thinking that you are letting this happen because you missed me. Forgot how much you hated me." He widened his eyes for a moment with playful sarcasm.

"Just shut up and kiss me, 'kay?" You said with an eyeroll and pulled his lips back onto yours with both of your hands on his cheeks.

He hummed into your lips, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth and dragging it out of your kiss, then pressing another kiss onto your lips before making his way to your breasts.

You lifted your back and unclasped your bra, throwing it off to the side and keeping your hands tangled in his hair, but eventually letting one hand run off to his toned back and tracing his spine as his lips wrapped around your hardened bud. His tongue circled your areola, humming as he held your other nipple between his fingers and twisted at it lightly. Your chest raised into his mouth and touch, head tilted back and mouth exhaling light moans of satisfaction.

Your rapid breathing became more apparent to you once his mouth traveled down your body and you watched your chest rise and fall quickly with every step he got closer to your shorts. He looked up at you through hooded eyes for approval, and you lifted your hips for him and allowed him to pull them off of your legs while he rested on his knees. His eyes flicked down to the exposed era, rubbing his lips together and deciding to crawl back up to you and cradling your face into a kiss while his other hand held at your waist.

He let his thumb knead into your hip bone as your body involuntarily bucked your hips into him, sending him to groan into your lips. His hand snaked between your connected bodies, parting from your mouth just to watch how your face contorted pleasurably as he dragged his fingers up your slit. Your eyes met his at his actions, and you saw how his mouth hung open similarly to yours with a soft smile, just in awe at how perfect you looked when under his touch.

You tugged at your bottom lip once he started to circle your clit. Your head had rested back into the pillow and your hips lifted into his motions, finally allowing yourself to release any noises that escaped your lips. You no longer cared how needy you sounded. All you could feel was his fingers on you and the blankets that rested beneath you, along with his jagged breaths that hit your nose.

"Feel good?" He asked as if he needed an answer. All you did was whine in approval, rolling your head onto your shoulder and focusing on the movement of his calloused fingertips.

He pressed another kiss onto your lips as he slid a single finger inside of you and curling it. Your mouth gasped onto his, eyes opening and seeing that he was watching you attentively. You couldn't help but swear under your breath, gripping at his shoulders and digging into them with your nails.

And another finger slid into you, pumping in and out of you at a moderate pace just to let your high build up slowly. He wanted to savor this moment with you, just to remember how you looked while his fingers curled inside of you.

"You missed me a little, huh?" He pressed a kiss onto your ear.

"Shut up, fuck." You whined. "Do you ever stop talking?"

He chuckled, lifting his head back in front of yours. He knew your question was rhetorical, but still chose to respond anyways. "Just like seeing you try talking to me when my fingers are inside of you."

"How romantic." You followed with another swear, rolling your eyes back as he continued to hit that sweet spot inside of you with each time his fingers reentered.

"Don't gotta tell me you missed me. I know you did, y/n." He said cockily into your lips as he picked up his pace on his fingers and pressed his thumb into your clit.

You let your lips relax into a smile, tugging at your bottom lip and suppressing your pathetic whines of his name. You had let his name slip of your mouth once or twice, which spurred him on more, but you still weren't going to give him the satisfactory feeling of knowing that his name was the only thing that you could say.

Your nails dug deeper into his shoulder and one hand rested at his face. Your head had rested itself onto his and you tried to kiss him, but your mouth preferred to just moan sounds of euphoric bliss while his fingers worked inside of you. You seemed to not have any force in your body to lift your head up and press your lips onto his, but that didn't matter. It was gratifying enough just to lose your vision in his eyes while he watched you intently.

He knew you were close to finishing by the way your walls sucked him in a bit easier, the way your eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed. The way your whines grew louder. It was all familiar to him. He had never forgotten how your body worked, even after all his time. Your body was a temple he praised, and he thought deserved appraisal.

He still liked talking you through it, despite you telling him to keep his mouth shut. He knew you better than to not stop himself from speaking. You craved the specific tone of his voice that would only be apparent in such an environment.

"Gonna cum for me sweet girl, yeah?" He spoke with a grumble in his throat, and airy moans that lifted the corners of his lips into a small smile.

You nodded with a hum as the familiar, tingling sensation knotted into your stomach, and your entire body tuned to his fingers and the way he watched over you in adoration. Those damned hands of his that worked magically inside of you each time, and you shunned yourself in your mind for forgetting how he was the only man to ever bring you to your release effortlessly.

Your back arched off of the bed as your eyes squeezed shut, releasing a loud moan of his name and a few swears tumbling out of your mouth incoherently. He slowed his fingers, coaxing you through your orgasm and watching you come down from your high that had you seeing white. Your legs quivered with each light curl he placed onto your sacred spot and slowly rubbing at your clit to drain you of any energy you had left in your body.

He pressed a kiss onto your temple, removing his fingers from inside of you and raising them to his lips. He admired his glistening fingers, twisting his wrist and letting the moonlight aluminate the sight.

"Open that pretty mouth for me." He pressed his fingers onto your lips, to which you obliged and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, sucking softly as he rested them on your tongue. His eyes fluttered at the feeling of your tongue cleaning his fingers, and he released them from your mouth and pressed a gentle, but passionate kiss onto your lips.

He stood from the bed, keeping his eyes locked with yours and unbuckling his belt. He slid off his dress pants and briefs followed with the motion. Your eyes landed on his hand stroking over himself while lightly squeezing at the tip that was decorated with a salty bead of precum. He was a perfect portrait in front of you; his eyes landed onto your bare breasts as he continued pumping himself slowly, then choosing to meet your eyes with his that were hooded with lust.

He crawled on top of you, pulling your hips closer to him once he rested onto his knees and bringing your legs to wrap them around his waist. You had no fight in you to disobey the motions, as much as you wanted to take control for once and watch him diminish pleasurably under you. But as he lined himself up with you, dragging his plump tip down your slit to soak up the wetness that he helped produce from you, you just begged with a light whine for him to continue. His eyes met yours as he pushed just the tip into your sensitive entrance and waiting patiently to see how you whined from the light stretch that was unfamiliar to you for too long of a time. But as he braced himself on his hands, then reserving one hand to the top of the headboard, he fully sunk himself into you with a light groan of satisfaction.

His hips rolled into you slowly with his bottom lip tucked under his front teeth. He swore under his breath as he lowered his head down. It had been forever since this feeling graced him, and he didn't want to escape it too soon. Frankly, you didn't either. Although your body was pleading for the friction to not occur, the tingling sensation that was painful grew into a pleasurable one that you didn't want to stop.

His silver jewelry dangled in front of your face, and it seemed like it was a call for you to tug onto it. So, you pulled on the necklaces and brought him down to you, opening your mouth on his with a loud sigh in desperate attempt to kiss him. He met the movements of your lips with a deep exhale and his eyes shutting tightly. The friction between you two had him grunting into your lips and bringing his mouth to your ear just to allow you to hear the words that muttered from his mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, "you gonna tell me you didn't miss me now?"

You released a light whine that came out more breathlessly than you intended. "No, no Jake."

He hummed with satisfaction. As he placed a kiss onto your ear, he said, "good girl, good fucking girl."

That nickname he used to call you had you trembling around his hips. He knew that those sacred words had you falling under a lustful spell, and you were lost in the trance of the feeling of him pounding into you with a deep, but quick pace. You were no stranger to how rough he liked to be with you, but in this moment, he didn't want to start it out like that. He wanted to show you that you were meant to be treated preciously, only granting you delighted feelings that you deserved.

He brought his head up from the crook of your neck after spending time moaning against the skin of it with open-mouthed kisses. He titled his chin down to you with his mouth parted open. His eyes fluttered close just for a moment at the feeling of your nails digging into his lower back, which only made him buck his hips into you with more aggressive force. As much as he wanted to savor in this moment, your impressions that your nails were creating only told him otherwise.

He brought his hand that gripped tightly onto the headboard of your bed and brought it to your neck in attempt to force you to look up to him. The lewd sounds that curated between yours and his's skin contact brought you back out of your fucked state, along with the light grip around your throat.

You looked up to him as tears brewed at the sides of your eyes. You followed with a loud, breathless whine of his name, stirring him into a craze and groaning a deep hum that only told you he was enjoying your voice.

"Keep making those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart." He lowered his head down to you more. The position for him was only a bit uncomfortable, but with the friction of him sliding in and out of you, that was the last thing on his mind. "Tell me you missed me."

You tried to roll your head back in slight aggravation that he was still desperate to hear you say that, but his grip only tightened on your throat and forcing your head up as his fingers pressed onto the back of your neck. "Jake-."

"Y/n," he whined, "I missed you. Missed all of you, so fucking much. Missed fucking you and hearing you, missed everything. You wanna be a good girl and return the favor by telling me you missed me, too?"

"I missed you, fuck!" You threw your head back with enough force to battle his hand, gripping onto his waist tightly that you were sure was going to draw blood from the imprints. "I missed you, Jake." You said breathlessly, looking up to him with a small pout in attempt to mask your pleasured cries.

His lips curled into a devilish grin. He had finally gotten you to say what he wanted to hear from you all night. He was utterly satisfied with your words. "Wasn't that hard, huh?"

You let out a huffed laugh, shaking your head. His hand moved back up to the headboard with his arm raised up on the side of your face. All you could mutter was his name, and that was enough for him.

He looked down at you with blown eyes, dark and filled with the necessity to chase his release. You warned him that your own was approaching quickly, and he continued his thrusts at a relentless pace. You felt as though you were losing your hearing, with his loud groans snapping you back into reality and watching him unravel from above you.

"Cum with me, sweet girl, come on, shit." He said through gritted teeth. You tightened your legs around his waist to hold him there, filling him with the quick realization you wanted him to stay inside of you and fill you with his release.

His thrusts became lazy, dragging them out at an unsteady pace as his orgasm overtook his body. He threw his head back with his eyes rolled into the back of his head, then looking down to you with shaky breaths exhaling through his panting mouth. He continued to drive you to your release, that followed shortly behind, having your legs tremble around him and your back arching up from the bed.

You fell onto the mattress with sigh as your legs removed themselves from his waist and stayed propped up at his sides. He placed a quick kiss upon your damp, sweaty forehead before removing himself slowly with his eyes squinted tightly.

He glanced down at your entrance and noticed his cum dripping from your entrance. He dared to bring his hands to your slight and watch the liquid slowly fall, although you squirmed from his touch. He just looked at you with admiration, smirking up to you and picking himself up from the bed and made his way to your bathroom that stayed just outside of your bedroom.

He came back with a white hand towel in his grasp to clean you up. You always enjoyed the tender care he took with you, especially post-sex. Even though your vision told you to shut your eyes, you didn't dare to look away from him cleaning you gently and pressing light kisses on the insides of your thighs.

"Are you," you breathed, "are you leaving me tonight?"

He looked up to you with his eyebrows quirked up. "No, I'm not leaving you, y/n. Don't plan on leaving you again. That okay with you?"

You vigorously nodded without a single thought. You were no longer upset with him, especially after how he had sent you through two pleasurable orgasms and spoke to you with appraisal. You knew he meant it. You knew he was truthful as he brought you into his arms with your head rested into his chest that glistened with light sweat.

"I'll never forgive you if you do, you know that?" You looked up to him. He met your eyes and gave you a small smile.

"So, you don't hate me anymore then?"

You shook your head with a quick roll of your eyes. "Less than I did before. It's gonna take you a little longer to fully gain my trust back and forgive you."

He gave you a single nod of understanding. "Thankfully, I have a ton of time to make all of this up to you." He pressed a kiss onto the top of your head and tugged you closer to his chest as a signal that he wanted to get some rest, and have you fall asleep in his arms. And, hopefully, this would be how you two would spend all of your nights together.

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[streamsofstardust]

maybe it is the same as it was

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Honey, All I See Is You

Part Two

Jake x Reader

Find All Parts Here

Warnings: none

Two

It’s late afternoon and the sun has started to set as Jake drives down the dirt road. Flicking on the turn signal, he pulls into a long and winding driveway. When he reaches the cabin at the top of the hill, he cuts the engine and reaches over to grab his bag from Literary Labyrinth. Opening the door, he steps out of his truck and heads for the front door. Pulling out his keys and unlocking the front door, he turns the knob and steps inside. 

Shivering from the chill of the cabin, Jake sets his bag and keys on the table by the door and quickly makes his way over to the fireplace and gets a fire going. Ember catches the kindling, and he stands. Dusting off his jeans he makes his way to the kitchen. Flipping on the light, he walks over to his coffee machine and dumps the grounds left from this morning. Putting in a fresh filter, he grabs the bag of Stumptown Holler Mountain coffee ground and puts in two scoops before filling the water reservoir. Grabbing a mug from one of the cabinets, he sets it on the stand and hits the brew button.

Turning and leaning back against the counter, he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and pulls up instagram. Tapping the search bar, he types in Literary Labyrinth and presses the search button. Instantly, pictures of the shop pop up along with pictures of you. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly as he scrolls from the shop’s feed. Pictures of books, customers, and you flash across his screen. 

On one particular picture of you he stops scrolling. The picture is a candid shot of you sitting on the edge of the front display window with a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. The soft golden afternoon light cascades over you and you’re reading what he assumes is an interesting page. Your lips are parted, and your brow is furrowed slightly. You look completely at peace and in your own world. He’d never seen something or someone as beautiful as you look in the photo. 

Seeing the tagged icon, he taps it and sees your username. Tapping your name, your profile pops up. But, it’s set to private. Before he can think better of it, he sends a follow request. Sliding his phone into his back pocket, he turns just as the coffee machine goes off telling him his coffee is ready.

Across town, you’re closing up shop. Flipping the sign from open to closed and turning off the overhead lights, you hear your phone sound from across the room. With a curious tilt of your head, you walk to the back and around the counter where your phone sits on the top of your stool. Reaching down and picking it up, you tap the screen.

On it, you see a notification from instagram. “jaketkiszka has requested to follow you” it reads. A confused frown forms as you click it and your instagram takes you to the user’s profile. When it pulls up you see the account is private, but you recognize Jake in the profile picture. Your frown immediately turns into a grin as you accept the request and send one of your own. Setting the phone back down, you finish up closing. 

As you grab your coat, scarf and purse, your phone goes off with another notification. Quickly pulling on your coat, wrapping the scarf around your neck and throwing your purse onto your shoulder, you walk over and pick up your phone. The notification says that Jake has accepted your request. You smile as you stuff your phone into your coat pocket and turn to the counter grabbing the first book in the series Jake had suggested. Placing the book carefully in your purse, you head for the door.

After locking the door behind you, you hear the faint sound of your phone again. Dropping your keys into your purse, you pull out your phone and start walking home as you look down at the screen. A new dm from Jake waits for you to open in your inbox. You feel your heart flutter when you read the notification. Your cheeks heat and you shake your head trying to shake off the feeling. Opening the message, you see an old post of yours with a message attached. 

“I see you were in fact a Narnia nerd. You’ll definitely enjoy the series I told you about earlier.” It says.

Clicking the linked post, you see it’s one you’d posted last summer. You’d gone abroad and during the trip, you had stopped to stay in Oxford. During your stay, you'd gone and visited The Kilns. That day had been the first sunny day of your entire stay. With the sun shining down, you’d walked the grounds of the house taking in all the sights and sounds during your tour.

In the nature reserve just behind the house, you’d spotted an old stone bench. Sitting down on it, a breeze blew through and with it, a little bit of magic. At least that’s what you’d told yourself. You liked to imagine C.S Lewis had sat on the same spot and dreamt up Narnia and maybe a little bit of that magic had rubbed off on you. Spotting a fellow tourist, you’d asked them to take a picture of you sitting on the bench with the house in the background and had posted it with the caption, “Narnia is never so far away.” You smile at the memory.

You hurry the rest of the way home and as soon as you walk through the door, you grab the book from your bag and your phone from your coat pocket. Walking over to your wall of built in bookshelves, you hold up the book in front of it and snap a picture. You flop down into your reading chair, a velvet covered wingback, and with the book in your lap and phone in your hands you pull up your dm from Jake and send the picture with the words, “Just got home and getting ready to start reading it actually.”

With that, you hit send and you open the book and start to read.

“He raises his sword, ready to die for this. His belief that all beings deserve to be free, that all are deserving of a peaceful life, the right to defend and rule his kingdom. His heart pounds. The thundering sound of hooves, feet, paws running across the field fill his ears. The enemy draws ever closer. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he plants his feet awaiting the coming onslaught. The dark prince and his soldiers are a breath away. Inhaling, he fills his lungs and raises his sword above his head and starts running toward them. He lets out a mighty roar as the two sides collide…”

*Ding*

You nearly jump right out of your chair. The book goes flying. Your heart is racing a mile a minute. With panicked breath, you clutch your chest trying to calm yourself. Whipping your head around to the source of the sound, you see your phone screen lit with a new message. One hand still clutching your thundering heart, you reach over and pick up the phone.

It’s a message from Jake. “How’s the reading going?”, it says.

Letting out a breath you type back, “I had just gotten to the battle between Elaith and Katar! The two armies had just clashed together when you messaged me and nearly gave me a heart attack.”

A few seconds later he responds, “Ah! That battle changes the whole course of things. Get back to reading. Tell me your thoughts when you’re done.”

Not wasting another moment, you do just that.

Quite a while later, you read the last line of the book. Tears cascade down your face. Your chest aches. You cannot believe this is how it ends. Since when did evil prevail? Aren’t fantasies meant to have happy endings? Picking your phone up off the side table, you message Jake.

“How dare you.” You type.

“I see you finished the book.” He says back.

“I will never trust your recommendations again.” You say.

“You only picked up the first book and didn’t get the second, didn’t you?” He accurately accuses.

Heat reddens your cheeks, “Obviously! Even still! That is the worst ending I have ever read!”

“Being a bit dramatic are we?” He says.

“No! My faith in this author is shaken! In fact my faith in the whole of the fantasy genre is shaken! Fairytales are meant to have happy endings!” You quip.

“Ah, see that’s where you’re wrong. Not all fairytales have a happy ending. Disney is to blame for your misguided thought process.”

You scoff and say, “Oh okay, Mister Cynical. Excuse me for thinking that “fantasy” means it’s different from the real world. Including how it ends.”

“You’re excused. Now that you know better, you won’t be so disappointed when you read the next book.” He teases.

“Who says I’m reading the next book?” You question.

“Come on, you know you want to see Delimira take her revenge for the death of her lover.” He says.

With a sigh, you type back, “You know you could just tell me.”

“And lose the opportunity to keep talking to you? Nah, I think I’ll pass and let you find out for yourself.”

Your cheeks heat and your pulse quickens. Smiling to yourself, you reply, “Fine. I guess I’ll be buying the next book in the morning… And be giving you all my thoughts as I read it.”

“I’ll be waiting with bated breath.”

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[milkgemini]

Last Call II

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: This is SMUT! 18+ Minors DNI (i’m not gonna ruin the surprise by telling you what happens ;)

A/N: im so sorry that this took forever babies! i genuinely didn't think anyone was interested. this is for the person who requested part 2 on anon. ily. 

“It’s just here to the left” Jake’s head nodded towards his house.

The heels of your boots clicked as you walked by his side, your hand stuffed in the pocket of his coat from how freezing the night temperature was. 

His hands were warm, a strong contrast against your icy fingers. He rubbed his thumb against your knuckles in his pocket. 

He took your hand from his coat pocket, and held it in his grasp as he guided you up the steps to his home.

As you both approached the front door, he let go of your hand in search of his keys. The outside world was silent. The only sound ringing in your ears was the jingling of his keys, as you watched the condensation leave your lips into the frigid winter air. 

You wrapped your arms around his left arm, seeking any warmth you could find. He huffed a laugh through his nose in response.

Jake twisted the key, unlocking the door and inviting you inside. 

“It’s not much, but it’s mine.”

Your eyes scanned the room. His living room had a gray theme. Gray couch, accentuated by a dark blanket folded on the back of it. 

He had a stack of records piled in the corner leaning against what looked to be an expensive record player. 

Your fingertips traced the dark abstract painting he had hung on the wall. 

He went through the stack of vinyls behind you, flicking through the cases.

“Do you have any requests?”

You walked towards him to view your options.

Your eyes immediately caught the deep red album cover. One of your favorites, you’d recognize it anywhere. 

“Ouu this one please!” you almost yelped to him.

“Ahh, “Coming Home”. You have good taste.” he responded as he placed the vinyl on the turntable.

You could feel the warmth begin to rise against the skin of your cheeks from the compliment. 

The bluesy song began playing in the background as he stood from his crouched position, sliding his hand against the curve of your lower back. 

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.

“Well, what do you have? Don’t disappoint the bartender.” you quipped back to him with a smirk on your face.

He chuckled and responded, “Just about anything you can think of. Try me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, watching him retrieve a glass from the cabinet and turning to face you, waiting for your request.

“Surprise me. Something sour, and don’t hold back.” 

“My kind of girl.” his voice was raspy, sending a chill down your spine. 

He quickly prepared your drink, sliding it across the counter to you, just as you had done for him earlier that night.

As you put the glass to your lips and took a sip, he began preparing his own. 

Simple. Whiskey on the rocks.

You winced as you watched him sip the straight liquor.

“Did I disappoint?” a slight frown splayed across his face.

“Not at all! Mine is great. I just… I don't know how you can drink that.”  the disgusted look remained on your face.

“Understandable. But this is Blanton’s.” he raised the glass to you and took another swig.

From your experience behind the bar, you knew that was expensive stuff.

“I’ve never tried it before, so I guess I shouldn’t make assumptions…” you mimicked his actions and pressed your lips to the rim of the glass, your eyes looking up at him. 

He stood opposite from you on the other side of the island in the kitchen.

“Would you like to try?” he offered as he began to round the corner, coming to your side. 

Your stomach was tight with nerves, from the man you were alone in the room with, and the thought of tasting the bitter liquor.

“Only because you asked so nicely” you reached for the glass in his hand and he pulled it back from you. 

Your eyes met his with confusion behind them. 

“If you're going to try it, you’re going to do so my way.” his voice was laced with lust. 

As he stepped closer to you, you could smell the deep cologne against his skin. His tan chest adorned by a silver medallion necklace. 

His pointer finger was curved and rested underneath your chin, tilting your head up to him. 

He pressed the pad of his thumb against the front of your chin, parting your lips for him. 

His fingertips against your jawline. Tilting your head back, he pulled your lower jaw down, opening your mouth for him.

He took a sip of the auburn liquid from the glass, and hovered himself over you.

Slowly, the liquor trickled past his lips into your mouth.

He used his pointer finger and middle finger to press against the underside of your chin, closing your mouth. 

“Swallow.” He commanded. 

You looked up to him, your eyes wide.

He watched you gulp it down, and before you could even register the burn from the alcohol, his lips smashed against yours.

His hands held your cheeks tightly.

His kiss was needy, begging for you with his lips. 

The tip of his tongue flicked against your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth for him, inviting him inside. 

You felt the warmth of his tongue slide against yours. 

As the kiss deepend, he pushed his hips into the side of your thigh. You felt his hardened length constricted against his jeans.

His saliva mixed with yours in your mouth as you swallowed him down. 

You trailed your fingers against the bare skin of his chest. Reaching the waistline of his jeans, you traced along the elastic band of his underwear. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, darling.” he mumbled against your lips, his grip on your cheeks remained tight. 

You hooked your pointer finger underneath the band, pulling him closer to you. 

He wrapped his hands around your hips, pulling you off of the bar stool you were sitting on. 

You stood before him. Your height reaching just beneath his chin.

Jake snaked his fingers through your hair at the nape of your neck and tugged the locks, arching your neck back for him.

His soft lips attached to the sensitive skin of your neck, planting quick kisses and flicking his tongue against you. 

“Second door on the right.” his voice vibrated against you as he continued kissing against you. 

He spun you around by your hips, playfully pushing you towards the direction of his room.

As you walked down the dark hallway, you reached your hand behind you. He interlocked his fingers with yours as you led the way. 

You pushed the door open and scanned the room. His duvet was a deep navy blue, neatly made which surprised you. 

Before you could even reach the bed to sit, you heard the door shut behind you.

Jake began to undo the buttons of his shirt as he watched you perched on the side of his bed.

“And what do you think you're doing?” he questioned, you could hear the smirk in his tone. 

“I’m sitting, Jacob. What does it look like I'm doing?” you were playing his game right back with him. 

He smiled to himself, looking down at the floor. 

You sat on your hands, your nerves coursing through your body, unsure of how he would take your snarky remark. 

His shirt fell from the floor as he took a step towards you. 

“On your knees for me.” he ordered and you complied, embarrassingly fast. 

His hips lined with your eyes as he unbuttoned his jeans. You assisted him with the zipper, pulling it down painfully slow. 

Your bottom lip was tucked tight between your teeth as you looked up to him, fingers tucked under the band of his underwear, tugging them down his hips. 

He helped you pull both his pants and underwear down past his hips, his cock springing free and slapping against his lower stomach. 

You licked your lips at the sight of his length, wrapping your hand around the base of him. 

The tip of his cock rested against your plump lips as you pressed soft kisses to the head.

His hips bucked towards you, needing to feel the warmth of the inside of your mouth.

He laced his fingers through the hair at the back of your head, slightly pulling you towards him.

You flattened your tongue against his length, licking a stripe against it from the base to the tip, your eyes remaining locked with his. 

His lips were pursed as he watched your every move from above. 

“C’mon baby. Taste it.” he applied pressure to the back of your head, pushing you against him. 

You opened your mouth slightly, only letting the tip in. Your tongue swirled around the head, as you brushed the wet skin of the inside of your lips against him.

A breathy moan escaped his lips, edging you on even more.

You lowered your jaw, opening your mouth wider for him. 

“That’s it baby. Let me in.” His words alone caused you to squeeze your thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction. 

You bobbed your head down his length slowly, allowing the skin to become wet with your spit. 

You picked up the pace of your motions, paying close attention to the tip each time you pulled back off of him, your fist still wrapped around the base of his cock with a tight grasp. 

“Just like that, fuck.” he moaned to you, barely a whisper. 

His words encouraged you each time. You wanted all of him. Craving the feeling of the tip of his cock brushing against the back of your throat. 

You flattened the palms of your hands against the bare skin of his thighs, looking up at him with doe eyes as you inched your mouth down his cock. 

He gripped your head with both hands as he began slowly thrusting into your mouth.

He looked down to meet your eyes, silently asking for permission.

You moaned with him in your mouth, granting him the access he so desperately craved.

He held your head as the pace of his thrusts picked up. His cock sliding against your tongue, you opened your throat for him. 

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you held back your gags from him. 

Jake felt the tip of his cock brush past your uvula, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. 

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on as best as he could. 

“You’re filthy. Letting me fuck your face like this.” he spoke to your between thrusts, his fingers tugging your hair at the roots. 

You flattened your tongue, allowing him even farther down your throat, breathing through your nose. 

He pushed your face against him until your nose brushed against his small patch of hair.

He held you there a few seconds as you gagged around his cock. 

Jake pulled you away from him by your hair, a string of saliva hung from your lip attached to his tip. 

He swiped the pad of his thumb against your lips, gathering your spit before slipping it between his own lips. 

You moaned at his actions. 

He pulled you to your feet by your hair. 

“On the bed,” he pushed you back against the mattress.

His hands quickly found the button to your jeans, undoing them and tugging them down your legs. 

He held your legs in the air as he pulled each pant over your feet.

Starting at your ankle, he traced his lips against the inside of your legs, leaving wet kisses in his path. 

He curved his finger under your panties, pulling them to the side.

His pointer finger traced lighty down your lower lips, avoiding the place you wanted to feel his touch the most. 

You bucked your hips up to him, craving the feeling of his fingers. 

He parted your lips with his pointer and middle finger, his eyes scanning over your wetness for him.

His pointer finger ran up your slit before he brought it to his mouth to taste you. 

“Even sweeter than I imagined.” He sucked his finger, pulling it past his lips with a pop. 

You blushed before him, laying against the mattress. 

“Please, Jake.” you begged for him.

“What is it darling? Tell me what you want." He played with you with his words. 

“Touch me.” Your words were strained, you needed him.

His fingertips traced circles over your hardened nipples, hidden behind the thin top you wore. 

Your back arched off the bed, enjoying his touch, but needing more. You shook your head at him, a moan falling past your lips.

“Lower.” you wrapped your fingers around his hand, guiding him down your stomach. 

His hand reached the band of your panties, brushing the back of his fingers against the lace.

He swiped the back of his fingers against your clothed core. 

“Here?” he teased. 

You hooked your thumbs around the band of your underwear, pulling them down yourself, and spreading yourself for him.

“So needy, aren't you?” he pressed the pad of his thumb against the top of your slit, not parting your lips just yet. 

“Yes, Jake. I need you. Please.” you pleaded with him.

His cock twitched at the sound of you begging for his touch. 

His position changed, crouching before you, his face between your thighs. 

You watched from above, as he flattened his tongue, licking a stripe up your slit. 

His cheeks hollowed as he accumulated saliva to the tip of his tongue, letting it roll down from him and dribble onto your lips. 

You whimpered as his spit rolled between your lips. He watched your reaction with a smug look on his face. 

He pointed the tip of his tongue and explored the wet skin between your folds, rolling his tongue over the bud of your clit. 

Your hips rose from the bed at the feeling of him flicking against your sensitive bud.

He attached his lips around your clit, gently sucking. His eyes were trained on you from below.

You pressed the back of your head deeper into the pillow as you reached down to tangle your fingers in his long brown hair. 

Just as he did to you before, you pressed him further against you. 

His tongue circled the rim of your entrance as a high pitch squeal came from you.

He laughed to himself between your legs at your reaction. 

The tip of his tongue inched further inside of you as he licked against your walls.

He pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, moving in slow circles around it. 

Jake left open mouth kisses to your entrance as his finger played with you above. The mixture of both pleasures created the familiar warm feeling between your hips to rise. 

“I’m..” you could barely make out the words to him.

“I know, pretty. I can feel it. Go head, cum on my tongue for me.” he instructed you. 

His words had the power to ruin you. 

With his voice vibrating against your wet center, you began to come undone against his mouth.

The walls of your entrance began to quiver for him as he pressed his tongue against you to feel it. His thumb never faltered against your clit. 

He toyed with you through your orgasm as your walls contracted for him. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as you let yourself feel every touch from him. 

As you came back down to earth, you lifted your head from the pillow to peek down at him.

His mouth had left your lower lips. He pushed the hem of your shirt up towards you to trace a line up your stomach with his tongue. 

You arched yourself from the bed to assist him in yanking your shirt over your head as he unclasped your bra behind you. 

He ripped the straps from over your shoulders to immediately find your nipples. He circled his tongue around the hardened bud, followed by his lips wrapping around them tightly.

He sucked against them, but not without scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin there. 

You sucked a breath through clenched teeth at the sensation. 

He crawled up further, his warm bare skin pressed against yours. 

His lips met with yours once more, leading in with an open mouth kiss. His tongue shoved into your mouth, licking into you. 

His mouth remained against yours as he gripped the base of his length, sliding himself against the wetness of your folds.

You groaned into his mouth each time the tip of his cock brushed over your clit. 

Your hand snaked down between your bodies, pressing his length down to be met with your entrance, signaling to him you wanted him inside of you. Now.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You desperately wanted to be stretched by him. 

He didn’t even have it in him anymore to tease any further. He wanted to feel your tight walls around him.

Without breaking the kiss, he pushed himself inside you slowly. 

You felt every inch as he sank deeper into you. 

You parted from him only to moan in pleasure from the stretch of his girth. 

He smoothed over your hair, tucking it behind your hair, before placing a quick kiss to your forehead. 

It was like he was preparing you for what was to come next. 

He leant back against his heels as he gripped his palms around the bones of your hip. 

He thrusted into you, watching himself as your walls sucked him in each time. 

His bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he caught a glimpse of your slick glistening against his length. 

His right hand left your hips to find your mouth. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip. You parted your lips for him and he pressed the pad of it against your tongue. You closed your mouth around the digit sucking lightly against it. 

Jake’s eyes rolled back as your tongue swirled around his thumb.

He pushed himself into you harder, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. 

He retracted his thumb from your mouth to tap the side of your thigh.

“Turn around for me.” he commanded you.

You left your position to find yourself on your hands and knees, your back arched in front of him. 

Without warning, he smacked his palm roughly over the curve of your ass. A groan following from you. 

With both hands, he gripped your cheeks to spread you apart for him. 

He held the base of his cock and positioned himself at your entrance again.

Slowly, he slid himself inside of you from behind. The different position allowing him to thrust even deeper into you. 

Before he reached the hilt, you felt as his spit dripped against your backside, landing directly against your hole. 

You whined at the feeling as he rubbed the saliva against you.

He thrusted into you rough, as his thumb pressed against a place no one has touched before. 

He kept his thumb in place as he added pressure, unsure of how you felt. You could sense he wanted more. 

“Do it, Jake. Push it in.” you moaned to him in confirmation. 

“So fucking dirty for me.” he growled back to you, as he pressed his thumb deeper inside you, filling both of your holes. 

You arched your back more at the feeling. Feeling so full of Jake from every angle. 

He pushed himself into you, watching himself as he thrusted in and out. 

His thumb was pressed fully inside of you, the rest of his four fingers splayed across your lower back. 

He wiggled the finger inside of you, and you gave a strung out whine in response. 

Jake felt as your walls began to clench around him. Your wetness leaking down your thigh at the sensation of him pushing his finger into your ass, while his cock was shoved all the way inside of you. 

With his free hand, he slapped the side of your thigh. 

“Let go for me. Let me feel it.” he grunted to your between thrusts.

He started to pull his thumb from inside of you, just to push it back in at the same pace as his cock. 

Your body gave no warning as you abruptly lost yourself to him. 

You panted into the pillow as your orgasm washed over you. Your walls quivering around his cock as you push back against him, needing to feel every inch. 

You clung to his length, begging him to never leave from inside of you. 

With a choked sob, you felt it as Jake’s cock twitched inside of you.

Before he could ask, “Inside, please.” you confirmed for him before he lost his grip on himself.

The sound of your soft voice begging him to release inside of you sent him over the edge he was so tightly gripping onto. 

You felt as he leaked inside of you, spilling out onto your legs, running down your thighs.

He didn’t stop. He watched as he fucked his cum back into you. 

You whined at the wet sounds alone as he pumped into you. 

He stilled himself inside. 

“Gonna pull out now, okay?” His voice was soft with concern. You nodded your head to him from above. 

First, he slid his cock from you, immediately missing his fullness. 

Next was his thumb. He was slow and cautious with you. You hissed as he pulled it out. 

With both palms flat against your ass, he spread you for himself as he watched his cum leak from your pussy. 

Shock was beyond what you felt, as he licked a stripe up your slit, collecting a mixture of his cum and your own on his tongue. You squealed to him, as your head was turned against the pillow, trying your best to watch him. 

He dropped onto the bed, laying next to you, grabbing each side of your face with his hands before pressing his lips onto yours. 

You opened your mouth, tasting the saltiness of his cum against his tongue. 

Jake let out a final moan into your mouth, before parting from you and smoothing your hair down with his hand. 

He stared into your eyes, with a smile spread across his face. His gaze continued until he laughed to himself. 

“What?” you laughed back at him.

Before he could respond, he ran a hand over his face as he continued to laugh.  

“Do you treat all of your customers this well?”

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he’s so ethereal

[ageofbarbarians]

The Devils and Their Angel // D.R.W & J.T.K

AgeOfBarbarians

A/N: last minute lil Halloween fic. It was a little rushed but I was inspired ✨

Summary: Y/N gets invited out last minute for a Halloween party with one of her best friends

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Oral (f&m receiving), Choking, Unprotected Sex, , Alcohol Consumption, Degradation if you squint, Fingering

Word Count: 4.7K

M A S T E R L I S T

You sighed as you rummaged through your closet trying to find something to wear. You had got invited out to a Halloween party super last minute by one of your best friends. She had begged you to go with her, and you weren’t much of the party type but you wouldn’t turn down free drinks.

You stood there absolutely lost on what you could throw together. It had finally hit that you had an angel costume from last year. Granted, it was basic, but it was all you had to work with on such short notice. You pulled out a white lace body suit that you owned that was actually lingerie, but it worked. You also grabbed a white faux leather skirt that was one of your staple pieces for most of your outfits. You searched for your white gogo boots to match and laid everything out on the bed.

You started working on your hair, just putting some quick lazy curls through it and doing your makeup. Since the costume was so basic you had decided to do your makeup a little bit more extravagant. You did a simple winged liner but decided to add some gems to spice it up a little bit. You went a little heavy with your highlighter but you wanted to have a nice glow to your skin. You put on some mascara before adding some false lashes and topped the look off with a deep red lipstick since you didn’t have a staple piece for your outfit. Right as you finished your phone started ringing and you picked it up, looking at the caller ID to notice your best friend was calling.

“You’re here aren’t you?” You asked as you started putting your boots on. You zipped them up and stood to your feet, observing your outfit in the mirror.

“Yes ma’am! Get your sexy ass down here!” She called through the line. You quickly hung up and ran your hands down the front of your body, trying your hardest to not talk yourself out of changing. You sighed before just walking away and making your way downstairs. You met your best friend in her car and she eyed you up and down.

“Y/N, you look so hot,” She gaped. You felt a blush rise to your cheek and you shrugged.

“It was the best I had to work with. I was an angel last year,” you mumbled. She shook her head and reached into the back seat.

“No, it looks so fucking good! Here,” she paused as she sat a headband onto your head. “You can’t be an Angel without a halo,” she observed the overall look and nodded her head.

“You don’t think the outfit gives it away?” You looked up towards your forehead, clearly not being able to see the halo but still making a point. You directed your attention back to your friend as she adjusted herself in the driver's seat. You put on your seatbelt before she pulled out of your driveway and headed to whichever frat house you were going to.

“I think the halo just adds to it,” She gave you a cheeky grin before turning her attention back toward the road. You hummed quietly before turning your attention towards the window, watching all of the college kids walking down the street in their costumes.

“Where are we even going?” You asked after a few minutes, your attention still out the window.

“The Kiszka’s.” She shrugged casually. You froze before slowly turning your head towards her. You blinked a few times, trying to comprehend if you had heard her correctly.

“And you didn’t tell me, why?” You could feel your chest get tight and she just shrugged.

“Because I knew if I told you that you wouldn’t have come.” You rolled your eyes at how nonchalant she was being given she knew your situation with one of the Kiszka boys.

“Seriously dude? I’m going to be miserable the entire time,” You slouched in the passenger seat, pouting like a child. You didn’t care how stupid it seemed, you just didn’t want to be around one of the Kiszka boys. Jake to be more specific.

You and Jake had hooked up a couple of times, no big deal. You had things cut off when he started ignoring you. He never gave you a reason, he just cut you off. You had seen him around at parties and you had tried to make a move but he just made it seem like you weren’t there. A week after you had cut him off he tried getting ahold of you so he could see you but at that point, you were just fed up.

“It’s not like you have to talk to him! Find some other guy to hook up with. He has a hot ass friend,” She suggested and you shook your head, not saying much else to her. You were quiet the rest of the car ride just waiting to get some alcohol into your system.

After a few more minutes of silence and the two of you parked along the side of the street close to the Kiszka’s house. You both got out of the car and you wrapped your arms around yourself from the cold October air. Your best friend immediately saw somebody she knew from a couple of her classes and ran off.

"Great, all alone like I didn't call it." You mumbled to yourself. You sighed as you walked into the house. You could feel the music in your chest before you had even stepped foot into the house. You started making your way through the sea of sweaty bodies, immediately going to the kitchen since it wasn't your first time here. You grabbed a red solo cup and filled it with your liquor of choice. You filled the cup about halfway before downing the entire thing. You could feel the burn in your chest as the alcohol began to swim its way through your body. You filled up your cup again, repeating the process, and filled it up once more to just sip on.

"How did I know that you'd just happen to be here?" A familiar voice called from behind you. You had intended on sipping on your drink but you quickly threw it back as you knew who the voice belonged to. You had composed yourself before turning around to meet the long-haired boy in front of you.

"So you were looking for me?" You gave him your best doe eyes before filling your cup up once more, this time to actually sip on. Jake rolled his eyes before filling up his cup with some Jake Daniels. Jake was dressed in his normal attire but with a set of devil horns on his head.

"Respectfully, you and the basic ass costume are the last things I wanted to see here, Y/N." Jake gave you a fake smile before taking a sip of his drink, eyeing you over top of the red plastic cup.

"Likewise, Kiszka. It's not like yours is any better" You scoffed you pointed to the halo on top of his head and he reached his hand up to see what you were talking about, totally forgetting he was wearing the silly headband. You were going to walk away but he grabbed your arm, the action taking you completely off guard. You pulled your arm away from him but turned to face him anyway.

"Why are you even here?" He asked genuinely. Even though his tone was slightly soft and there wasn't any resentment or anger in his voice, you still took it the wrong way.

"I got dragged out here. Didn't know it was your party until we were already almost here. Trust me, if I knew, I wouldn't be here." You answered simply before walking away from Jake. You had scanned the crowd of people, trying to find somebody you knew. You had noticed Sam from across the room and walked up to him. As you were a couple of feet away he noticed you before giving you a bright charming smile.

"Y/N! I wasn't expecting to see you!" He pulled you in for a quick hug and you returned the action before pulling away from him.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting to be." You laughed lightly before taking a sip of your drink.

"Let me introduce you to some people. This is Jenn, I have a few classes with her, Dustin I've known since high school, and this is Danny, I've known him since preschool. Guys this is Y/N," Sam pointed at the small group. You're eyes locked on Danny specifically and you couldn't help but not so subtly scan his outfit. He had on a black silk button-up shirt with a Prada logo, black jeans, and a pair of Doc Martins. To top off the entire outfit he had devil horns resting on the top of his head and you smiled.

"Let me guess, Devil Wears Prada?" You pointed. Danny nodded his head and smiled.

"It's a guilty pleasure, what can I say?" He shrugged casually. Sam and his other two friends continued with their conversation as you stood next to Danny.

"Hey, you can't go wrong with Anne Hathaway," You admitted, taking a sip of the liquor that filled your cup. You didn't have much left so you decided to just finish it off. You knew that you had a lot to drink already so you were going to take it slow for the rest of the night as you knew the rest of it was going to hit you sooner rather than later. That was until--

"Can I get the pretty angel a drink?" Danny offered, pointing to your empty cup. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks that wasn't alcohol-induced and you nodded your head. Danny nudged Sam telling him that you'd be back and Sam just winked at you before the two of you walked off. 

The walk to the kitchen took longer than it normally would due to the drunken, sweaty collage bodies that ground against each other like their lives depended on it. When you did reach the kitchen you had taken a deep breath and leaned against the counter as Danny gently grabbed your cup from you. He tapped his chin as he decided on what to make you.

"Do you have a favorite?" He turned his attention towards you and you couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. His eyes were a beautiful shade of brown now that you could see them a little more clearly. He had a prominent nose that suited his face so well and a jawline that was sharp enough to cut diamonds. You realized you had been staring a little too long and blinked a few times before giving him a weak smile.

"Whatever you're having," You tried to play it off smoothly but your voice came out quieter than you had expected.

"Take a shot with me," He suggested, holding up a bottle of tequila. The clear liquid reminded you of the many shots you and Jake had shared. You wanted to say no but you weren't going to turn down a drink from the beautiful man standing in front of you.

"Fuck it, why not," You shrugged and Danny smiled warmly as he poured a shot for the both of you. He grabbed the salt shaker that almost seemed as if it were hidden away from the crown and two lime wedges from the fridge. Danny grabbed your hand and licked a slow stripe up the back as he looked at you with innocent eyes. You couldn't help but stare at him, your mouth opened slightly at the somewhat sexual action. He poured some of the salt onto the back of your hand before quickly wetting the back of his hand and repeating the process on himself. He handed you the lime wedge and the shot

"Cheers angel," He winked at you before tapping your glasses together. You tapped them on the counter before you gracefully took the shot. You had an idea at the last second and stepped closer to Danny. You licked the salt off of his hand and you eyed him the same way he did with you. The action clearly caught him off guard and he slowly placed the lime wedge into your mouth. You kept eye contact the entire time, not being able to bring yourself to look away from him. He didn't even both with the salt and he wrapped his free hand around your wrist, bringing the lime wedge you were holding up to his lips. You couldn't help the blush that appeared on your cheeks and the smile that slowly spread across your lips. Your attention was drawn away when you heard the glass that roughly hit the counter. You looked over Danny's shoulder and caught Jake's eyes for a moment, noticing how pissed he was as he walked away. You turned your attention back to Danny and pulled the lime wedge out of his mouth, him doing the same.

"Dance with me?" You asked as you grabbed his hand. He nodded and you lead him to the living room where the music was the loudest. You could feel the alcohol taking over your senses, your mind becoming somewhat fuzzy and your body began to loosen. You stopped in your tracks, pulling Danny's body closer to yours. You wrapped your hands around his neck as his hands landed on your hips. You swayed your hips against him and he watched your movements with lust-filled eyes. Your fingers tangled in his hair and the base of his neck and his face came down to the side of your head. You could feel his breath fanning along your ear before he spoke.

"Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I stopped coming to the parties. Maybe I should've kept coming." You dragged your hand along his neck and down his chest, stopping at the top of his jeans. Danny spun you around and pulled your hips against his. You brought your arms up again to wrap around his neck and pushed yourself against him, shifting your hips in a teasing manner. Danny's lips connected with your neck and you leaned your head against his shoulder to allow him more access. You let out a soft sigh as your eyes fluttered closed, continuing to dance with the handsome boy. You could feel him leaving wet, sloppy kisses along your neck before tugging on your earlobes with his teeth. You turned your head so you could meet his lips. He kissed you back with a hunger that filled both of you and a soft whine left your lips as he tugged on your bottom lip. You ran your tongue along his lower lip and he invited you in without hesitation. You pushed yourself against him even harder, his grip tightening around his waist.

"Can I take you upstairs?" He pulled away from the kiss, breathlessly, and you eagerly nodded your head. Danny grabbed your hand and pulled you through the sea of people. He lead you up the stairs and once you reached the top his lips connected with yours again. He continued to lead you down the hallway, never once breaking contact with you. You gripped the bottom of his shirt and whined desperately from his touch. He was creating a fire in you that you hadn't experienced in a while, but the feeling was something you needed.

Danny kicked open a door before leading you over to the bed. Your back hit the soft material with a slight bounce and Danny hovered over you. You tugged on the material of Danny's shirt signaling you wanted it off as his hands ran up your inner thigh, inching their way closer to your core. You pulled away from Danny and opened your eyes for a moment and as you noticed one of the posters on the wall you took a look around the room, realizing you had been in here a time or two before. You felt yourself freeze before sitting up a little more.

"Danny, I-I don't think we should be in here," Your words were rushed as he continued to leave kisses along your neck. You let out a sigh as he lingered along your sweet spot, nipping at the area before soothing it over with his tongue.

"And why is that, Y/N?" A voice spoke up from the doorway. You and Danny's attention shot towards the door and you met Jake's eyes.

"You know Jake?" Danny's eyes focused back on you and your mouth opened, no words coming out.

"Very well actually," Jake smirked as he shut the door behind him. You could feel your heart rate speed up.

"Jake I-" 

"There's a thing or two you should know about this one, Danny boy," Jake walked towards you slowly before he got closer enough to wrap his hand around your throat. You let out a sigh, slightly missing the feeling of Jake's hand around you.

"She may be dressed as an angel but she is far fucking from it. She’s a fucking whore, aren’t you dollface?" Jake tilted your head back, his grip tightening. Your mind was swimming with thoughts and you could feel Danny's hand running further up your leg.

"Don't listen to him," You pushed Jake's hand off of you as you focused your attention on Danny before turning to Jake. "Fucking leave, Jake." You hissed.

"Last I checked this was my room, Y/N. I deserve to be a part of whatever this is, don't I?" Jake raised a brow at you and your shocked look caused him to smirk. You looked at Danny who had an equally amused look as Jake.

"What do you think, angel? Think you can handle us both?" Danny quipped. You couldn't help the small whine that left your lips at the thought of both of them.

"I'll take it as a yes," Jake smiled before crashing his lips down onto yours. Your eyes fluttered closed and you could feel Danny's hand run over your core, a gasp leaving your lips. Jake took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Danny pushed your skirt further up onto your legs and he dragged his fingers along your core that was barely clothed, the buttons from your body suit being the only thing to cover you.

"Soaked already, look at you," Danny hummed as he pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, rubbing slow circles. You moaned into Jake's mouth and you could feel the buttons on your bodysuit snap open. Danny wasted no time inserting two of his fingers into you. You arched your back and Jake pushed you down, pulling away from you. You looked at him, shifting your hips as Danny worked his fingers against you, hitting the spot against your walls so perfectly. 

Jake pulled the zipper that was on the side of your skirt down, pulling the material out from under you. He popped the button of his jeans and unzipped the zipper before pulling the tight material down his legs. You didn't know where to focus so you leaned back again, closing your eyes. Jake grabbed your jaw, forcing your attention on him. Jake palmed himself through his boxers and he came next to you, his weight causing the bed to dip. You immediately reached your hand up to take the place of his and he hissed at the slight contact.

"Why couldn't you be this good for me any other time, hm?" He tilted his head to the side and you rolled your eyes at him. Jake pulled his boxers down his thighs letting his cock hit his stomach. You were going to comment but you didn't have a chance as Danny wrapped his mouth around your clit. Your mouth hung open and Jake took it as the perfect opportunity to slide himself into your mouth. You ran your tongue around his tip and he let out a sigh. You looked up at Jake through your lashes and he wrapped his fingers in your hair. He slowly thrust his hips, giving you a moment to adjust to him before he hit the back of your throat. You tried to hold back your gag and you felt the tears prick your eyes from the contact. You tried to turn your attention towards Danny but Jake pulled your hair causing you to look at him.

"Look at me, not him," Jake hissed. You whined, so desperately wanting to see the boy below you. You could feel yourself coming closer to your impending orgasm from the way Danny's mouth and fingers worked skillfully against you. You shifted your hips, trying to pull yourself away from his touch, not wanting to come undone around him so easily. The alcohol that flooded your system made the whole thing so much more enjoyable but it was overwhelming your sense. 

Jake hit the back of your throat a few more times before pulling out of you. You took in a breath of air at let out another whimper. You finally took the chance to look down at Danny who was looking up at you through his lashes.

"Danny, I-" You moaned and he nodded under you, giving you the signal to come undone around him. You felt Jake's grip release from your hair and your head fell back, letting your orgasm wash over you. A moan that was louder than you would've liked slipped past your lips and you groped your chest. You could hear a hum from Jake as he watched you come undone around Danny. 

Your breathing was heavy as you came down from your orgasm, knowing it wasn't going to be the last one of the night. Danny pulled his fingers out of you and released his mouth from your clit. You grabbed his shirt, pulling him down onto you, wanting nothing more than to feel his lip against you. You could taste yourself against his tongue and you hummed in approval. You reached down and ran your hand over Danny's clothed cock. You pulled away from his lips, looking into his eyes in a pleading manner.

"Let me taste you, please," You whined a little too desperately. 

"Dirty girl. You were right Jake, she's far from being an angel," Danny smirked towards Jake who just laughed.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not right here," You scoffed. Jake grabbed ahold of your chin, touching his nose with yours.

"Don't start acting like a fucking brat. You know that it never ends well," Jake shoved your face away from him.

"Fuck you, Jake," You spat. You turned to Danny who was now only in his boxers. You hadn't even realized he had taken his shirt and jeans off. You felt bad only at the fact that you wanted to be the one to do it for him.

"Danny," You paused as you got off the bed dropping to your knees in front of him. You hooked your fingers around the band of his boxers, looking up at him.

"Let me ride you," You continued on, pulling his boxers down his legs before swiftly wrapping your lips around him. Danny hissed and he thrusted his hips further into you. Your nose touched his obdomen, tears brimming your eyes once again. You bobbed your head against him, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

"Do you deserve it?" Danny questioned. You whined as you nodded your head slightly. You pulled back, wrapping your tongue around his tip.

"I'll be so good for you, please," You whined desperately before loicking a stripe on the underside of his shaft.

"Not just for me, doll," Danny raised a brow and he motioned his head towards Jake.

"You thought you were going to get out of that one, didn't you?" You could hear the smirk in Jake's voice.

"I'll just leave you two to jerk each other off, have fun." You stood to your feet but you were pushed against the bed, this time Danny with the roughness.

"Don't fucking start," Danny spread your legs before apply a harsh smack to your clit. You moaned and couldn't help but spread your legs further apart. Danny lined himself up at your entrance, giving you almost no time to adjust to him as he harshly pushed his hips up against your. You let out a moan that was almost pornagraphic and Jake leaned over you and his hand wrapped around your throat again before using his free hand to rub fast circles against your clit. You gasped, trying your hardest to get another breath of air in but Jake's grip was tight against your throat. 

"Open," Jake commanded. You opened your mouth and Jake got close to you before spitting into your mouth. He pushed on your bottom jaw causing you to close your mouth. You swallowed as Jake released the grip of your throat. He lifted up one of your legs as Danny fucked into you, causing him to hit an entirely different angle. You whimpered as you could feel yourself coming close to your second orgasm. 

"Oh fuck," You whined. Danny sent hard, sharp thrusts into you and his pace seemed to quicken. Lewd noises of your moans, Dannys ragged breaths and the skin on skin contact filled the room. You reached your hand out to Jake, wrapping your slender fingers around his cock, pumping him in your hand. Jake's head fell back as he ran his hands over his chest.

"Danny," You moaned out, knowing you were so close but just wanted to permission of being able to let go.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Danny grunted. He lifted up your other leg pressed a kiss to the back of your thigh.

"Let me cum, please," You whimpered, needing to feel your release.

"I think you can do better than that," Jake spoke up. Neither of them stopped their movements

"Let us hear our angel beg" Danny grunnted.

"Please, please let me cum Danny, all of your cock, let me soak you, please," Your pleas and words were pathetic but the feeling in your lower abdoment was so strong it was starting to become painful.

"Cum baby," was all Danny managed to get out before you released around him. You started seeing stars in your vision, your moans becoming muffled as your ears started to ring. Danny's hips began to falter and you knew he was close too. You looked up at him with fucked out eyes and that was all he needed before he groaned, his hips coming to a halt. You took at as the perfect time to take Jake back into your mouth. Jake hissed as he wasn't expecting your lips around him again. He pulled himself out of your mouth, replacing your mouth and hand with his own hand.

"Open," He commanded for the second time. He leaned over your face, pumping his cock rapidly. You felt the hot sticky strings of his cum land on your tongue and you watched as his eyes pinched shut. You closed your mouth, swallowing every bit of him. You brought your fingers to the side of your lips, gathering what little bit of him missed your tongue and wrapping your tongue around your fingers.

Danny pulled himself out of you, collecting some of the mixture of your juices on his fingers before inserting them into your mouth. You gave him your best doe eyes as your wrapped your tongue around him. Danny hummed with approval and he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. 

You hadn't notice Jake disappearing until he came back with a damp rag to clean you up. One of the things he was best at was the after care, always making sure that you were cleaned up as best as he could get and making sure you were comfortable.

Your eyes were heavy and you wanted nothing more than to be able to just curl up in the comfort of Jake's bed. Your fucked out state was clear to both of them. The alcohol that swam through you still wasn't helping your case. You were going to ask for some water that you knew you so desperately needed but Jake spoke up before you had a chance to speak.

"I think that calls for some shots."

***

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I want to become more active on tumble because I’ve just decided that Twitter (X) is so toxic and I just can’t do it anymore. I would love to have discussions about the band, or even just share pictures, but anyways that being said, my first post back is going to be an announcement. After seeing this photo (see below) I am officially a DANNY GIRL!!🎉🎉🎉 Now that being said no one cares but yeah, expect more from me here.

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JAKEY SMILING ON STAGE WAAAAAAAAA

[do-it-jakey-baby]

Stayed up until 2am making this you’re welcome 😌

[anthemofgvf]

Behind Closed Doors: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction Series Announcement

description: when your best friend asks for a favor, that being having his twin move in with you, you're hesitant. you've never really liked him, but you are struggling to meet your rent, so you oblige. who knew with time that you would become more upset with his presence, or upset with the fact you have underlying feelings for him that you don't want to face?

trope: enemies to lovers x roommates au!

warnings for this series: alcohol and tobacco usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

a/n: alright, alright, i’ve been gatekeeping enough. this is my official announcement for my new upcoming series that will be posted as soon as I finish my current one! i’m beyond excited for this series and all of the plot points that i’ll be creating along the way! and, i hope you guys are as excited as I am:) now, i’m officially opening the floor to a “series taglist” (if you’re already in my taglist for jake fics you’re already marked down!). so, if you’d like to be tagged in this series, you can comment, reblog, or private message me and ask! can’t wait to get this sucker started:)

[streamsofstardust]

bro if i fucking speak

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Honey, All I See Is You Masterlist

Jake x reader (f)

Warnings: will be on each individual part

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

[builtbybrokenbells]

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.”

[mythofmoon]

Jake in purple coded 💀

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[munsonsfairy]

vacationing in the coast of méxico

you and jake spend the morning lounging in the sand. the sound of the waves crashing with the sea breeze calms all the stress the two of you had during the tour. you’re sitting against your small ice chest reading a book while jake holds your legs and his head on your lap. one of your hands is running through your hair and you can hear him hum every once in a while. you look up and admire how calm he looks. the smile a little when you see all his back freckles from being in the sun.

for the rest of the day, you spend it frolicking around the small town you’re staying. you go to all the fruit and vegetable stands to try everything. the two of you can’t remember how many tacos you’ve eaten already. you can see how lighter jake feels when he’s away from the craziness of being a rockstar.

this is completely different from my usual but i just had to! also i wanted to incorporate someone of my culture. 🫶🏻