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bestie percy (@highdefinitions) has tasked me with helping to announce the rerelease of our beloved the dead don’t die so i am here to announce that she is back 😎 if you have not read it, you should do it now you will not regret it one of my favorite fics ever ever ever and if you have read it and would like to reread it well then. now is still the time to do it. okay love you all love you percy love you tddd love you monopoly dog

[shutupdevvie]

forever one of my favorite rereads

roommates // by daisyful

18+

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pairings: jake x reader

word count: 5k

tags: sex toys, roommates!au, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, pwp basically, pet names because i can’t help myself, dirty talking

notes: i never thought i’d write this many fics with a vibrator involved, but here we are lmao. This happened bc of this post . minimally edited.

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“You’re fucking kidding me”

Of course, today of all days, the batteries would die. You huff out a few more curses and remove the lifeless vibrator from between your legs, throwing it on the bed beside you.

For a moment you lay there and frown, wondering if this is a sign you should just go to bed. Today had tested you far too frequently, and you couldn’t deal with much more. The thought of trying to get off any other way after you’d been so close with the toy seemed not worth the hassle.

Then, your brain throws you a hail mary: there’s batteries in the kitchen drawer. Perfect.

You tug on a pair of cotton underwear and smooth out your oversized t-shirt. It settles at the tops of your thighs, and you figure that’s decent enough for a run to the kitchen at 2:00 in the morning.

Your body carries you to the kitchen through the darkness, only broken by the light of the TV your roommate must have left on.

It causes you to roll your eyes—an old western is playing. You never had the pallet for them, even in an ironic sense. But Jake—your roommate of about a year now—loved them, for some reasons he had droned on about before when you expressed your disinterest.

You go straight for the drawer by the fridge, full of scissors and charging cords and pennies and mail, fishing around for the AA batteries.

“Whatcha need?”

“Fuck!” Your chest pounds as you clutch dramatically at your shirt, whirling around to see the source of the voice.

Jake blinks at you, eyebrows raised in amusement. He lays on the couch, in his plaid pajama pants and t shirt, feet covered by a throw blanket.

“You up to something sneaky? Why so jumpy?” He grins.

“Fuck off,” you roll your eyes, “It’s dark, I didn’t see you,” you grumble.

“Jesus,” he laughs, “Bad day?”

You just nod, rummaging again through the drawer for the batteries.

“You need help?” He asks, his voice getting closer as he walks into the kitchen.

“Where are our batteries?” You murmur, closing that drawer and trying the next.

He ‘hmm’s for a second, and then answers, “Why the hell do you need batteries at 2am? You building something?”

“Yes, a robot,” you deadpan, “Mind your business. Do you know where they are?”

“Damn, what’s wrong?” you can hear the smile in his voice and you finally look up at him, growing impatient.

“Do you know where they are or not?”

He looks you over, seemingly trying to understand the situation, and then, you realize that you’re in only your shirt and underwear. You can see him swallow and avert his eyes to the cabinet as he seems to realize the same.

“I think so,” he says softly, “Hang on.”

He fetches a shoe box from the hallway closet and brings it back to the kitchen, plopping it on the counter. There’s various tools and nails and command hooks, and then, alas, he pulls out a small container of AA batteries. Gently, he puts them in your hand.

“There,” he says softly, “You good?”

You nod and mutter a soft thank you before making a quick escape, looking forward to no longer being in front of him in your underwear.

You know it’s no big deal, and that you two have gotten comfortable. But there’s this tension, sometimes. Mostly like this, at night, sometimes intoxicated. Where the stares between you two linger a bit too long, and your mind begins to wonder. You always push it down, because it’s not a good idea, and you know that. And when the light of day comes around, you’re always relieved that things feel normal again.

So that’s what you do; push it aside. Back to the matter at hand: you latch your bedroom door behind you and head straight for the vibrator, popping it’s plastic plate off and fishing out the old batteries. And then you realize. They’re the wrong size.

You take a shaking breath, irritated and tired. Without thinking, you throw it back on the bed and walk back out into the living room, where Jake has cozied up on the couch.

“Do we have triple A?” You ask flatly.

“Hmm?” He looks up at you. His eyes land on your bare thighs again, then flick back up quickly to your gaze.

“Triple A? Batteries?”

“Honey, what is this for?” He mumbles, getting off the couch again to help.

“It’s nothing,” you huff out, beginning to go through the shoebox again.

“Gotta tell me if you want help,” he smirks. You look up and he’s got a cocky hand on his hip, standing a couple of feet away. His hair is messy in the dim blue light, and he looks amused with himself.

No longer in possession of any patience to make up a story or fight off his questioning, you answer.

“My vibrator.”

His lips part in gentle shock, and the cocky expression leaves his face at once.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “You just had to know, huh?”

You laugh, because he looks so shy and unlike himself all the sudden. Possibly delirious from the late hour, he laughs too.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. You can see him blushing even in the low light.

“It’s fine,” you rush out, “I’ve just had a bad day, I’m just—” you give up looking through the box, rubbing a hand over your face, “I’m just frustrated. And I just needed—nevermind,” you shake your head, “It’s dead, I just need the batteries.”

He nods and pulls the shoebox closer to him on the counter, picking through the nails and thumbtacks and tape.

“Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Honey,” he says quietly, “But I don’t think we have any.”

“It’s fine,” you sigh, “I’m gonna go to bed,” you pad a few steps away from him, “Goodnight. This didn’t happen,” you point a finger at him.

He salutes you and grins, headed back to the couch. Shoving your embarrassment down, you head to your room again and prepare for sleep. You can’t be bothered to mess with it again.

You’re just picking up the vibrator and putting the back piece back on when there’s a soft knock at the door.

Tucking the toy behind your back, you crack it open to reveal none other than Jake.

“Um,” he holds up the TV remote, “This has triple A batteries,” he says softly.

You look between the remote and him, a furious blush making its way across your face that he would care so much as to come tell you.

“Oh,” you say, eloquence evading you.

He passes it towards you and you open the door further, taking it from him in your open hand. You other stays tucked behind your back, hiding the toy in a way that feels very scandalous.

“Don’t you need this?” You ask, “You’re watching TV.”

He shrugs, “Not as bad as you do, apparently,” he grins and you can’t help but chuckle. “No, but, seriously, I’m probably gonna go to bed.”

You nod slowly, “Okay. Um,” you swallow. You should feel more nervous than you do. More embarrassed. There’s a bit of it, sure, but not much. It feels oddly comfortable. “Thank you.” You murmur.

He nods, and then licks his lip. You stare, because it seems to be almost in slow motion, and his bottom lip is left glossy. Here it is again: the tension. So easy to form in the late hours of the night.

“Mmhm,” he acknowledges your gratitude and he takes a breath, like he’s about to speak, but then his lips shut. He does it again, like he’s working up to saying it.

“Do you wanna make sure they work?” He asks, “Cause I can—if not, I can check my room, or something, um,” his hand grips the doorway and his fingers fidget with the wood. He’s doing a terrible job of acting casual about it, but you find it endearing.

“Sure,” you murmur, “Um,” you fumble with the toy behind your back, “Here, hang on.”

You turn around, just enough that he might not be able to plainly see it in your hand as you mess with it. But you can’t pop open the remote and the toy with both things in your hand, you realize quickly.

“Here,” he says gently, pushing your door open and touching you on the shoulder. He comes around to your side and takes the remote from your hand.

You watch him as he does, and while he looks a little bashful, you appreciate him not acknowledging what’s in your other hand.

With daft fingers, he removes the batteries from the remote as you take them out of the vibrator. You toss the old ones on your bed, and let him place the new ones in your palm. When you click them into place, the toy immediately buzzes to life.

“Oh—shit—“ you breathe, fumbling quickly to turn off the toy. You look at him in a panic, and mutter a soft, “Sorry. Thank you.”

He nods, but doesn’t say anything. He’s got an odd expression, and you think twice before asking, but then you can’t help it.

“What?” you ask.

“Uh,” he chuckles, “I don’t—um,” he runs his hand through his hair and looks back and forth between you and the vibrator, “Nothing.”

He doesn’t move, though. Doesn’t walk to the door, even a little bit.

“Jake,” you sigh, “What is it?”

“I just—“ he starts, and then he nibbles on his bottom lip again, “I probably…shouldn’t…”

You raise your brows at him, wondering what the hell he’s talking about.

“I just—“ he clears his throat, “If—if you had a hard day and you need…I mean, if you need to get off and—and if you just need, y’know, if you don’t wanna have to do a lot of work, I mean, if you’ve had a hard day—“

“Jake,” you giggle at his nonsense, “What?”

He collects himself with a breath, “I can help,” he says finally, “If you’d want that.”

“Help?” Your mouth goes dry at the thought that he’s saying what you think he is.

He nods, “Help. Just this once. Forget about it tomorrow, act like it never happened, all that good stuff, y’know.”

You know you’re standing there with a ridiculous expression on your face, but you can’t help it. You’re stunned.

“Oh,” you finally manage.

He just looks at you, perhaps scared to say anything else.

“You can say no,” he gives you the out, “Or you can say yes. It’s up to you.”

You note how quickly your thighs clench together at the thought, and how your cheeks heat. It’s undeniable that the offer sounds nice. Your day did suck, it would be nice to not have to think about it, just have someone else do the work. Especially someone as attractive as him, who you feel safe with, who you know would take care of you.

“Hm, Honey?” He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “I don’t even have to touch you, I can just use the toy, but maybe—“

“Sure,” you surprise yourself with the answer.

“Yeah?” He trails the back of his knuckles over your jaw, “Sound nice?”

A shaky breath leaves you as his fingers graze softly.

“Okay,” he murmurs, “And really,” he licks his lips, “We’ll forget all about it tomorrow. S’just a favor.”

“Okay,” you agree.

“Wanna lay down?” His voice is lower, gentle still, but almost gravelly.

You nod and sit near the top of your bed, watching him intently as he pushes the remote aside and touches your ankle softly. There’s nothing but the soft whir of the fan for a moment as he looks up at you. Suddenly, he looks so much like himself. So familiar. It puts you at ease, and he must see it.

He traces his palm up from your ankle to the inside of your thigh, where he touches softly.

“That okay?” He murmurs. When you nod, he settles more, laying on his stomach between your ankles.

His palms are large and warm over your thighs, where they work to help you relax through broad sweeps over your skin. The only light is from the salt lamp on your dresser, so he glows soft orange.

You can feel the tension unwind as he sweeps his palm again and presses a kiss to the inside of your knee.

“Can I have that?” he smiles as he nods toward your hand, still clutched around the vibrator.

Quietly, you pass the slender silicone wand to him. He takes it in his large hand and flips it, the side with the button in his palm. He skims it down the inside of your thigh, warming you up to the touch. It steals your breath.

“Relax,” he soothes, kissing your thigh again, “Just me.”

You nod, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

“Help slide these off for me?” He nudges the hem of your shirt up on your hip and tugs at one side of your underwear.

Doing as he asks, you slip fingers under the other side and with him, you drag them down and off your ankles.

He tosses them to the floor and comes back to you, skirting the toy up your thigh again, closer and closer. He’s looking up at you for a moment, and you hold the eye contact and your breath, but then finally he spares a glance to your center.

His breath shudders from him and his eyes close momentarily. When they open, for the first time you see him turned on. You can’t pinpoint what it is in his demeanor, but it’s undeniable. It lights a fire in your belly so quickly you wonder why you didn’t do this ages ago.

“Honey…” he sighs, then a groan sounds from the back of his throat, “I don’t wanna keep you waiting, is that okay? Or you wanna go slow?”

“No,” you answer quickly, “Don’t have to go slow.”

He nods and hits the button on the toy, sending it buzzing to life. You can just barely hear the sharp intake of breath from him.

A bit too slow, even, for your liking, he drags the toy up your thigh again, before finally letting the it rest over your clit. You try not to cry out, instead biting down on your lip hard, and pushing your hips up into the touch.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says calmly, “You don’t need to be quiet. Helps me know better what to do if you’re not quiet.”

“Oka—” it’s cut off with a groan as he nestles it more firmly against you.

“Feel good?” He asks, voice still low. You nod frantically, “You can—“ you sigh, a bit scared to say it. Too turned on to think much more, you just do, “You can touch me, if you want.”

He looks up at you quickly, and oh, his eyelids are heavy with lust.

“Yeah?” he says, as if he’s not sure he’s heard you right.

“Mmhm,” you nod, “Please.”

“Fuck,” it rushes out of him, “Yeah, Honey.”

He moves the vibrator aside for a moment, letting it rest just to the side of you. He removes the hand that was holding your thigh and licks the pad of his thumb before he brings it to you, greeting your clit with slow circles. The touch burns a trail through your body, immediately heating your face and chest.

“Jake,” the way you say his name is nearing pathetic.

“Yeah?” He sounds almost in pain, his voice is tight.

“More,” you shudder.

“How—Jesus Christ“ he clears his throat, “Do you wanna tell me how you like it, or you just want me to—“

“Just—,” you feel frantic, like your skin is too hot, and you don’t know what you need. You reach for him, and your hand lands in the crown of his hair, “Please, something—I—”

“Okay,” he soothes, “Okay.”

Slowly still, he moves the toy down and eases against the slick of your entrance, and when you push your hips into it, he takes it as permission to ease it into you.

“Fuck,” you bite out.

“Good?” he checks in, kissing your leg.

“Yeah,” you gasp.

“Good,” he murmurs, and then he’s settling down, pressing kisses further and further along your inner thigh, until finally, he meets your clit in a gentle kiss.

“Jake,” you groan, loud, “Ohmygod.”

He hums against you, and then before you can even catch your breath, he licks a full stripe, stealing whatever sanity you could have possibly had left.

“Don’t stop,” you know you’re whining but you can’t help it, not even a bit. He licks and sucks slowly, letting the buzz from the toy and the warmth from his mouth carry you to your end. Your hand stays buried in his hair at the roots, where you try not to squeeze it too hard.

It’s almost humorous, that earlier you were trying so desperately to get off, and now that it's a hair’s width away, you wish you weren’t so close. You don’t want the sweet warmth of his tongue to leave. Sadly, you don’t have a choice.

“Gonna cum,” you warn him, so he can back off if he wants, but he just groans into you, and keeps his motions steady.

You can’t breathe when it hits you, nor can you help the way your thighs tense around him. You’re pretty sure you almost pass out for a moment, as your vision goes all white when your eyes roll back. After it passes, and you can take a deep gasp of air again, he’s coming up for air.

“Fuck me,” he groans, “Fuck.”

You blink a few times so you can finally see him in the dim light again. He slides the vibrator from you and clicks it off, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Almost like he can’t help it, he gets up on his knees and grips the length of himself through the pajamas, his eyes rolling back and his lips falling open.

His eyes snap open to meet yours, and his hand falls away.

“Sorry,” he sighs quickly, “Sorry, I—“ he shakes his head, at a loss.

“It’s okay,” your chest heaves as you recover still from the orgasm.

You try to read him, to know where to go with this. Do you thank him? Do you offer to return the favor? That wasn’t part of this, though, maybe—

“Can I do it again?”

Your eyes meet his in some fiery standoff.

“What?”

He licks his lips, “Can I make you cum again?”

When you’re still silent for a moment, he adds, “Please?”

The groan that comes from you is much too loud and enthusiastic, and before you know it you’re reaching for him.

“Come here,” you plead, and he obliges, slotting with you and hovering over you, meeting you in a warm kiss.

“Fuck,” he says against your mouth, “I promise we can still forget about this tomorrow, if you want—“

“Shut up,” you smile, kissing him harder. He groans back and snakes a hand between your legs, where suddenly he’s nudging two fingers against you.

“Is—“

“Yes,” You answer before he can ask.

You gasp when they sink in, warm and full, so much better than the stupid vibrator.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says against your cheek, as he’s nipping and licking a trail down your face, “I would—“ he swallows, you can hear it close to your ear, “I would fucking love to be inside you.”

“Oh my god,” it rushes out of you without thought, “Please.”

He groans, but pulls back.

“Are you sure—“

“Yes, Jake,”

“No, Honey, listen to me,” he holds your jaw in his hand, “We can still just pretend this didn’t happen tomorrow if you want, but please think about it for a second. I’m alright with it. Are you?”

You take a deep breath, and yeah, even when you think about it, even when it’s him, you want it. And you know he’d never hold it against you.

“Yeah,” you nod, “Yes.”

His lips curl into a wide grin, and then he’s back against your mouth, matching your fervor with his warm tongue. His fingers work still inside you, curling perfectly over and over.

You want him so badly all at once you can barely stand it, and without a second thought, it comes out of you:

“Can I ride you?”

His fingers halt and he groans so loud you almost wonder if he’s hurt, his head falls to your shoulder. Quickly, he collects himself, pulling his head up to look at you. He’s disheveled, and it’s hot. His hair is everywhere, his lips are swollen.

“As hot as that is, no, babe, this is still about you. Don’t want you to have to do any of the work.”

You’re trying to respond, but the way he said babe rings around in your head deafeningly loud.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he kisses your cheek, “I promise.”

Numb from the pleasure, you nod as he withdraws his fingers. He smiles as he slips off the bed and tugs his shirt over his head. You follow his form, tugging your shirt over yours. His eyes slow for a moment over your chest, and you both take each other in.

You’ve seen him shirtless, as he cooks breakfast, or when he comes home from a jog. You know he has soft sides, a defined chest, and wonderfully strong shoulders. It still makes you speechless.

Even more, when he tugs the string of his pajama pants loose and eases them gently down his hips, letting them fall to the floor, you can’t find words. The curve from his hips to his waist makes your mouth open in an intrigued shock. And god, the thick length of himself that he takes quickly into his hand is enough to stun you forever. You’re shocked you can find words to answer him when he asks,

“You want this?”

It’s low and sultry as he palms himself. His head is cocked just to the side, making dazed eye contact with you.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “I—can I touch you?”

He bites on his bottom lip and nods, stepping closer to the side of the bed so that he’s within reach. Timidly, you reach up to take him into your hand. His hand moves, allowing it, and as your fingers wrap around him, your thighs clench. He releases a slow, shaky breath when you stroke him.

He’s warm, and thicker than at first glance. You can’t resist a peek up at his face as you move your hand slowly over him. His eyes are locked onto your hand, his lips parted in a sigh.

“Feels nice,” he thrusts experimentally into your grip, and his eyes roll back, “Your hand is so soft.”

You can’t help but giggle at that, and his eyes flit to your face. He chuckles too, pushing into your hand again.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “You ready?”

Nodding quickly, you greet him on the bed by sliding your legs back open, letting him kneel between them.

“Slide down a bit, babe,” he says quietly, touching your hip with delicate fingers.

You lay flat on the bed, letting him lean over you and prop himself up with his forearm by your head.

“Hi,” he grins.

“Hey there,” you giggle.

“Gonna kiss you again,” he murmurs as he leans in, his plush lips meeting yours in a lovely embrace. As you’re busy licking at his tongue, he rolls his hips against you, and you’re gasping at the warmth of him sliding against your clit.

“Shit,” he gasps into your mouth, “You’re gonna soak me, Honey. You always this wet, or am I doing that good a job?”

“I refuse to inflate your ego even more this evening,” you smile into the kiss.

“Understandable,” he’s smiling too, “I hope you can tell by how fucking hard I am that you’re doing something to me, too,” he grinds fully into you again and you’re whimpering as he licks at your lower lip.

“Jake,” you whine.

“Tell me, Honey, what is it?”

“Just fuck me, please.”

“Mmm,” he hums as his lips press to your cheek, “Gonna fuck you until you can’t remember the bad day you had, or anything else.”

If you say anything coherent, you can’t recall. It’s mostly a desperate groan, begging without words.

He reaches down and eases himself in, and you force your eyes open to watch his expression as he does. His mouth gapes, his eyes roll back. You wish you could watch it a million times.

And god, he’s warm as he stretches you, as his hips roll flush to you. He’s just big enough that it approaches a mild sting, but it’s welcomed. He props his other forearm on the other side of your head, and his hair falls around you, blanketing you in his body heat.

Just when you’re sure his hips are flush to you, he rolls them hard, sending your eyes back into your head.

“You like that, hm?” He shudders, “You feel so damn good.”

You just nod, struggling to keep your eyes open to look at him.

“Baby,” he says, sugar sweet, “Just take it, Honey, you don’t have to do anything else.”

He pulls his hips back and then rolls back into you, and suddenly that sneaking warmth is building in you again.

With his nose, he nuzzles your head to the side. As he begins to work at a slow, deep pace, he sucks gently on your pulse point. Your head is all blurry stars, your eyes rolling back far too often to see anything, and all you can smell is his shampoo and sweat.

You’re not sure if you’re making noise; you don’t think so, it feels like you can barely breathe. But then, Jake says,

“I know, babe, I know, let go.”

And you’re guessing you’ve said something to clue him into the fact that you’re on the precipice of a second orgasm.

With a sturdy roll of his hips, you’re scratching at the soft skin of his sides and drawing a whimper from as you clench around him like a vice, slamming into a somehow even more visceral orgasm than the first.

As it washes over you, you can hear yourself saying his name like a mantra.

“So good,” he’s still fucking slowly into you.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you whine, “Please, Jake, don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop,” he kisses your cheek, “Gonna give it to you til you’re a cock-drunk mess, Honey, don’t worry.”

You shudder off a string of curses at his vulgar response, and you draw him even closer, one hand on his side, and the other wrapping into his hair. He resumes sucking on the side of your neck, something that makes your stomach flutter. He bottoms out over and over at a wonderous pace, somehow each thrust just as good as the last.

“You like this? Slow and deep?” He murmurs the question against your skin and punctuates the question with a lick.

“Yes,” you whimper.

“You wanna cum around me again?”

“Yeah,” you gasp, “Yeah, fucking—please,”

“Take your time, Honey,” he breathes, “I’m not going anywhere. Just gonna fuck and fuck you.”

“Kiss me,” you plead. He answers you quickly, his warm mouth on yours in an instant, warm and fervent. It’s embarrassingly quick, how soon you feel like you can cum again. But you can’t find the shame; he’s working himself perfectly against you.

“Close,” you confess against his lips.

“Good,” his voice is distant, “Let me have it.”

It hits you slow and unhurried, creeping hot vines up your torso and neck, gripping at your cheeks and burning a bolt of pleasure through you. You’re a floating, dizzy version of yourself when you come down.

“Fucking beautiful,” he’s sighing, “Gonna cum, Honey, you feel too good.”

He pulls out and balances on one of his arms as he shoves a hand down around himself. He looks the most beautiful that he ever has, in your opinion, as he cums.

His cheeks are flushed and his brow furrows, and his bitten lips curse softly when he loses it. For a moment he glances down between you, watching as he makes a mess.

You could watch it on repeat forever, and almost lament the moment before it passes.

Finally, he looks up at you. It’s quiet for a second before he grins.

“Hi, Honey,” he smiled wide.

“Hi,” you giggle. He unsticks a piece of his hair from your face as he catches his breath.

“Gonna kiss you again if that’s alright,” he sighs. You nod quickly, and he’s kissing you soft and slow. It’s so tender, you know you probably shouldn’t want it as bad as you do.

He must be on the same page, though, because he just kisses and kisses, licking slowly at your tongue and your teeth.

Some long while later, he comes up for air.

“Let me get my shirt for you,” he says, easing himself off the bed.

He fetches his discarded tee and cleans you with it gently, then wipes himself quickly before he climbs back beside you.

“So,” he breathes, reaching out to skim a finger over your chest, “Why was your day so bad, hm?”

“Jake,” you laugh. You can’t fathom why he’s asking you this right now, and you can’t recall a single thing that happened before the moment he was in your bed.

“What?”

“Tell me about your day. What was it, hm? That got you so frustrated you had to make yourself cum so bad,” he smirks.

“Jake, Jesus Christ,” you blush, “I have no idea anymore, it was just—“

“So it worked?”

You blink at him.

“I fucked you ‘til you forgot?”

If he was trying to make you laugh, it works, as the giggle that escapes you is borderline maniacal. He joins though, laughing lightheartedly beside you.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “Dumb joke.”

As the giggling winds down, the room is quiet. The thought pops into your head with conviction, and it feels only right to say it aloud:

“You know… I wouldn’t be mad if we didn’t forget this tomorrow,” you offer quietly.

He sighs and smiles at you, his eyes sparkly. He looks like himself; like the Jake you know, but closer, and warmer than before.

“I was kinda hoping you would say that.”

fin.

*tag list in progress of being updated*

[shutupdevvie]

i’m in need of some enemies to lovers

preferably anything with danny or sam hehe

ok so this is just gonna be an overall enemies to lovers list for all of the boys :))

josh

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2F by @ficthots

cabin in the woods by @ageofbarbarians

i know what you are, but what am i? by @indigostardustchords (one of my favorite fics ever)

picking favorites by @streamingcolors-gvf

jake

kill you to try by @watchingovergvf2

sore loser by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

boston calling by @sammysvanfeet (series)

from the fires by @josiee-gvf

no strings attached by @hearts-hunger (series)

sammy

storms call for distractions by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

hate to love you by @builtbybrokenbells

hush, hush by @beth-gvf (kind of enemies to lovers)

hate you too by @madneedshelp

unexpected friendship by @indigostardustchords

make a rich woman beg by @hyperfixated-gvf (another one of my absolute favorite fics ever)

last minute changes by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

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brat by @sunshinevanfleet

forget me not by @ficthots

enemies with benefits by @gretavanblunt

the fine line by @shewakesthedragon

[shutupdevvie]

Hey bae do you have the one link to fic about josh being late so he sends Jake to eat dinner n they end up fucking??

TYYYY

yeah this is make her happy by @gretavanfleetposts :))

[shutupdevvie]

What are your favorite fics where the guys are subs?

take care of me by @sammysvanfeet (josh // honestly one of my favorite fics just in general with some subby themes)

sweetheart by @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine (josh // another fave with some sub!josh)

pleasing to behold by @ofburningskies (josh // this is a good boy to good girl switch up that will give you whiplash in a good way)

please by @jake-kiszkas-smirk (josh // i don't even have any words for this one)

you've got me by @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine (josh)

beg for it by @gretavanlace (jake)

uncharted territory by @jakekiszkaenthusiast (jake)

worship me by @streamsofstardust (jake // i forever love this one)

frozen devotion by @ageofnations (jake)

lover is a day by @greta-van-chaos (jake)

princess by @gretavanlace (sammy)

imagine being loved by me by @stardustbarbarians (sammy)

neglected and pretty little thing by @jake-kiszkas-smirk (sammy)

i think i'd like that by @jake-kiszkas-smirk (danny)

this ended up being longer than i expected whoopsies !!

[shutupdevvie]

Dear dev, I need to know your all time favorite ✨soft✨ dom jakey rec

one thing i will say is that i am HORRIBLE at picking favorites. i have so much trouble choosing one thing over others, so you're getting more than one (but i'll keep it short)

satin by @daisyful-gvf (this was actually one of the first ones i came across and i KNEW it was going on here because fuck it's too good not to)

quirofilia by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

trust by @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine (kind of soft dom? fluffy, handcuff fic?)

likes her gentlemen not to be gentle (also) by @daisyful-gvf

[shutupdevvie]

we’ve really been blessed by wedding josh today, but now I have to ask, do you have any wedding jake fic recs?? <333

i have a couple of jake wedding guest fics but i honestly don’t know if i have any jake wedding husband fics ??? i know if a couple series where they get married but idk

wedding in italy by @pennylanefics

no strings attached by @hearts-hunger

a family affair by @gretavandutchy

room 419 by @gretavanfanfic (i haven’t actually read this one but i have it saved to read soon and it involves a wedding so i’m gonna put it here)

eternity by @cal-a-bungaa (actually this one is jake wedding husband !!)

[shutupdevvie]

Hi Dev!! With the pic of Josh and those fuzzy cuffs circulating again, do you know of any fics with reader being tied up 👀

so i know of a few !! sadly none of them are josh fics :(( but i'll give you what i have anyway !!

trust by @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine (jake)

poor thing by @tlexx (jake)

you shook me by @sparrowofthedawnsworld (jake)

work meetings by @sparrowofthedawnsworld (sammy)

little bird by @gretavanlace (danny)

indecent proposal by @gretavanfleetposts (there's some tying up somewhere in here)

plus @jake-kiszkas-smirk has a few with the boys tied up that are also so so good

[shutupdevvie]

it's got a camera in it. have we forgotten how much i love literally any fic involving a camera. i fell to my knees reading this. like. oh my GOD. okay sorry. just thinking about this fic leaves me a little incomprehensible.

Smile Pretty

A/N: one of many ideas birthed in the DMs with my bby Li ( @stardustvanfleet ) the way our conversations can get so easily carried away is insane. but i live for it and i love her so so much and this wouldn’t have come to be without her. i do have an idea for a Pt2 if it’s wanted? and i’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming after this. but i hope you enjoy🩵

Word Count: 2.4k

Jake x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(Striptease, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Striptease, Oral[m&f rec], Camera use, Spit, Cumplay) If i missed anything, please let me know!

“God, I love that fucking dress…” Your boyfriend murmured to himself as he ushered you through the front door. After locking up, he turned back to you, hands immediately finding your waist, and pulled you in for a kiss.

You held a single finger over his lips and pushed him away. “Sit down… I have a surprise for you, baby.” Spinning around, you stalked deeper into the apartment as he followed behind you.

Jake shrugged his jacket off and slung it over the back of the leather chair in the living room before sinking onto the cushion, “What did I do to earn a surprise?” He asked, watching you slip into the bedroom, and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“You planned a nice date before you leave for tour… I wanted to repay the gesture.” You called from the room and began peeling your dress off to slip into the skimpy, black bra and g-string, trimmed in a cherry red, scalloped lace. You’d purchased the set earlier in the week after Jake told you he’d planned a date night for the both of you and knew you’d want to surprise him with something sweet, after dinner, to end the night. After looking yourself over in the full length mirror, adjusting the cups and situating the thong just right on your hips, you pulled the short, black satin robe over your shoulders and tied it up. Fluffing your hair out, you commanded the echo dot that was sitting on your dresser, “Alexa, play Foxey Lady by Jimi Hendrix.” You poked your head out of the door, seeing Jake’s face looking down at his phone, before leaning against the door jamb in a sexy pose.

When the music began to play, his eyes lifted to see you standing there, wrapped up like a present in the silky, black material. His mouth hung open as you pushed off the frame and gave him a smile before slowly toeing towards him. “Wait- just hang on a second…”

You stopped in your tracks, confusion twisting your features as he fumbled with his phone. “Jake, what are you-.” Your question was answered by the way he lifted his phone, holding it horizontally to record you.

He held his hand up, pointing at you with a hungry stare, “…Aaaand….action…. Let me have my surprise now.” Biting your lip with a playful smirk, you started towards him again, one foot in front of the other. Halfway across the room, you made a show of pulling the tie loose on the robe and letting it fall open, finally showcasing the racy set you’d picked just for him. You smiled when he shifted in his seat, palming his hardening cock with a squeeze. “Goddamn, angel. You look fucking beautiful.” He was watching you on the phone screen and you made sure to look straight into the camera for him as you let the robe slide down your arms into a heap on the floor.

You did a slow twirl, allowing him to see the little red bow that connected the strings at the back of the panties, “Do you want me to unwrap your present, Jakey?”

He gave an eager nod, all but drooling as he watched your hands fold behind your back to unclip the bra. “Fucking hell…” The garment fell to the floor, exposing your breasts to Jake and his phone camera. When you hooked your thumbs into the panties to pull them down, he stopped you, “Leave those on…for now.”

“Okay…” You stood in front of him, leaning down to place your hands on his knees and give him a kiss. He flipped the phone enough to capture the kiss on his little home video as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Your hands traveled up his thighs, ghosting over his erection, to unbutton his pants. Breaking away from the kiss, you looked at the phone and back to him, “Time to call cut, baby… Turn the phone off.” You dropped to your knees in front of him, giving him an expectant look.

He halted the recording, giving you his big pleading eyes. “Can I just record a little bit? Just enough to get me through the first few tour dates…until you come visit?” He pouted his lip at you in a silent plea.

Your resolve melted, a new excitement forming at the idea of making a film with Jake. “Fine…only a little bit.”

A grin stretched across his face, “Hold this for me.” He passed you the phone and stood up, pulling his zipper down. You took the opportunity to resume the recording and aim the camera at him, taking care to capture the very minute he dropped his pants to reveal his thick length, stiff and bouncing after being freed. He took the phone back, chuckling at the way you gazed at him. Jake turned the lens back on you, pushing your hair out of your face, “Smile real pretty for the camera, angel.”

Looking up, you stared directly into the lens again and flashed a beaming, toothy grin as you reached to grasp his cock. “How do I look, baby?” You used the sexiest tone you could manage, letting your tongue gather the precum from his tip.

Jake breathed out a sigh, his eyes fluttering momentarily, “So fucking pretty when you’re on your knees…hungry for me.” He paused, grabbing your chin and pulling your lip down with his thumb to show your teeth. “Are you gonna take my fat cock down your throat, pretty girl?”

Your eyes widened at his vulgar speech. He was never shy about being vocal, but he was definitely playing up his dialogue for the sake of his film… So you would do just the same, be the star of the show for him. “I am, Jakey… I’m gonna take every inch.” You ran your tongue across the edge of your teeth and locked eyes with him, “You wanna fuck my mouth, baby? Make me gag?” You were stroking him slowly with a firm grip as you held eye contact.

“Look at the camera, babe.” He focused the camera on your face, shuddering as you rolled your fingers over his head, and waited for you to stare back into the lens. “Now suck my fucking dick.” You didn’t need to be told twice, instantly leaning in to pull him into your mouth. You kept your eyes trained on the phone as you took him further, slithering your tongue along the underside. “Fuuuuck…deeper…” He grunted, placing his free hand on the back of your head to push you down, “You said you’d take every inch. Be a good girl and fucking…take it.” Jake held your head in place, rocking his hips against you as he watched you through the screen. Every few moments, his head would fall back or he’d release a guttural groan as he snapped his hips harder. The first gag was mild, just a minor throat spasm, but when he aimed for another with a sharp thrust, you squeezed your eyes shut with a violent cough. He gripped your hair to pull you from his length, admiring the thick string of saliva that kept you tethered to him. “Hmm. My filthy fucking girl.” He gripped himself, tracing your lips with the tip before tapping his cock over your face, “Spit on it, angel…make a fucking mess.” You obeyed, pushing a glob of spit through your lips to coat his length. “Open up and let me cum in that sweet mouth of yours.”

Opening your mouth wide, you let your tongue hang out, ready and waiting for him. Jake slipped back in, immediately finding his rhythm, and began hitting the back of your throat with blunt, pointed strokes. “Look at you, fucking choking on me…” He brushed his thumb below your eye, wiping away the black, streaky tears from your running mascara. You moaned around him, hollowing your cheeks to suck harder, and he twitched against your tongue. “Goddamn, angel…I’m almost there. I- Shit…” His face screwed up as you began to pump his cock while bobbing your head faster, driving him straight to the edge.

“Come on, Jakey. Let me have it, baby. I’m starving for it.” The way he was throbbing in your palm made it clear that he was close, but you were taken by surprise when he let out a deep, strangled groan and painted your lips with the first rope of his release. You took him back into your mouth, allowing him to empty his seed on your tongue with a soft hum.

Just as you were about to swallow, Jake grasped your jaw, demanding through his labored breaths, “Hold it…Show me.” He growled when your brows drew together in question. “Stick that fucking tongue out… and show me what a good little cumslut you are.” He let go of your face and straightened up, making sure the video was in focus to capture the display. You flashed a mischievous smile and rolled your tongue out to reveal Jake’s cum coating it. Pulling your tongue back into your mouth, you pushed his release through your grinning teeth and let it drip over your plush lip and onto your chin, giving a lewd exhibit for the film. “Good girl. Now swallow it.” He watched proudly as you gulped him down before dragging his thumb across your chin and pushing the leftover mess into your mouth, “You’re not one to waste, are you, pretty baby?” You sucked on his digit as you shook your head. He took his thumb back and cupped your cheek with a warm smile.

You grasped his hips, using them as leverage to pull yourself up from the floor, and snatched the phone from his hand. When he opened his mouth to protest, you looped your hands around his neck and jumped, locking your legs around his waist, and pressed your lips to his. Jake held you up, his hands gripping your ass hard, and carried you to the couch. “My turn?” You asked quietly as he laid you across the cushions, “Do I get to make my directorial debut?” You pointed the camera at him as he hovered over you, leaving a trail of gentle pecks between your breasts.

He stopped his path right below your navel to look up into the lens, effectively making eye contact with you. “You wanna film me eating this sweet, little cunt, angel?” He continued to work his way down after you nodded, smiling to himself at the soft whimpers cascading from your mouth. When he made it to your panties, he bit the right string, pulling it and back and letting it snap against your hip with a wicked laugh. His fingers slipped beneath the straps to peel the g-string down your legs. “God. You gotta see what I’m seeing…” He pulled the phone from your grasp and turned it back on you, aiming directly at your pussy as he dragged his middle and ring fingers through your folds, showcasing how wet you were by the amount of arousal coating his digits. Jake flicked his fingers over your clit, drawing a mewl out of you, before giving you phone back. “Hold the camera steady, baby… I don’t want you to miss a second of this.” The second his sentence concluded, he jumped in and began lapping at your clit, thrashing his head back and forth with a hungry groan.

Your hands ached to pull on his chestnut locks, to scratch his scalp, but you kept them still to hold the phone in place. “Fuck, Jake…You- Ohhh.” Your thoughts were cut off when you looked down at the phone screen to catch his eyes, staring deep into your soul as he closed his lips around the sensitive bud and pushed his long fingers into your cunt. The eye contact felt so incredibly intimate paired with the way you watched him devouring you through the screen, like it was a movie made for your eyes only. His fingers curled against your gspot, forcing your eyes to finally roll as you bucked yourself into his face. “Ahh… Baby, please. Don’t fucking stop…” 

Jake was pulling out all of his tricks; careful nibbles with his perfect teeth, pressing all your sweet spots with his calloused fingers, the rapid flicks of his tongue turned to flat, slow drags. He was eliciting sounds that you’d never made before, luring them from the depths of your chest as he wound you up. “Sweetest fucking pussy, angel. Cum on my tongue so I can give you a taste, sweet girl.” He removed his fingers, hooking his hands around your thighs to hold you down as he focused all of his attention on your clit.

“Shit. Jake…ohh fuck, Jaaake…” The heat was spreading through your body, burning bright and blinding as your trembling hands dropped the phone. The device clattered to the floor with a thud but neither of you made a move to grab it. It was mere seconds before you were taken by your climax, the world tilting and shifting around you in a dizzying tailspin. You couldn’t make a sound, your jaw hung wide in silence as your vision blurred. Jake pushed his tongue through your entrance, using it to coax you back to reality and bring you down from the high.

Your body went limp, relaxing and melting into the couch as he retracted his mouth and crawled up your body. Holding true to his promise, he pressed his lips to yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth to allow you a taste. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, but he was moving sideways, reaching. When he broke away from the kiss, you opened your eyes to see him picking the phone up and flipping it to the front facing camera. He looked at his reflection on the phone before angling it to fit the both of you on the screen, “We look good on camera, don’t we, angel?”

“Mhmm…” You glanced at the phone and pressed your lips to Jake’s cheek, “We look real good, baby.” You could feel his cock growing again as he began to grind into you with a devious smile.

He turned his head to face you, pecking your lips and catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. “How about we go finish our movie in the bedroom, hmm?”

[shutupdevvie]

do you remember who wrote the serial killer jake fic

both @arcaneblaine (virgins never die) and @jakekiszkaenthusiast (roses // yours. mine.) have serial killer/murderer jake fics :))

[shutupdevvie]

oh :((((( sweetheart jake :(((((( oh he means so much to me :((((

Lavender Shampoo

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 4,328

Warnings: Penetrative sex, oral sex: male and female receiving, fingering, cuddly sweet jake (I don’t think there’s really anything else this is very tame and very fluffy domestic sex)

Summary: Sweet domestic sex with lots of snuggles after <3

His sheets feel soft against your face. His pillow, smelling just like him, cradles your head and his blanket covers you, tucking you away into a world so perfect you wish to never leave. Nothing has ever felt as comfortable as his room. His posters on the walls of all his favorite bands, his desk covered in trinkets and papers, his leather bound notebook filled with a million unwritten songs and his drawings. They’re mostly of you, and the rest are flowers and trees and forests.

His big window looks out to the woods. The white curtains let a slight bit of light in, casting the room in an early morning glow, the kind where you can see the dust bunnies dancing in the air. And of course his guitars, propped up next to his closet resting on little stands. The tan colored acoustic that can sing songs so pretty your heart will melt at just the first note and Jake’s beloved. The one material object he loves as much as you. His first true love in this world. The guitar he controls. Makes whine and moan and sing with just the touch of a finger. His rock and roll sword.

This small space feels so much like him. Captures the essence so perfectly it’s like he’s right there laying with you. He hadn’t wanted to leave that morning. His alarm had gone off but he snoozed it and pulled you closer to him, completely ready to give up his obligations for the day and spend it with you instead. You had fallen back asleep too, just for a moment until you came to your senses and remembered his meeting with the band. So you forced yourself to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and pulling him up too. He whined, begged you to come back to sleep, but he smiled in gratitude when you reminded him of his activities for the day.

“Always looking out for me, my sunshine.”

He had gotten up and made the two of you breakfast, just like every Saturday morning. Pancakes and pumpkin flavored coffee, with the syrup next to the pancakes not ontop. Then he had taken a quick shower and was out the door, leaving you waiting in his home until he returned.

Losing interest in your book, you stand walking over to where the guitars so gently rest. You pick up the acoustic, and sit back on the bed letting it sit in your arms. You smile to yourself thinking of all the hours he's spent in this very room teaching you his favorite chords and riffs. You’re no Jimi Hendrix but it was impossible not to gain some skill from his expert lessons. Your smile widens when you remember that you’re the only person he lets touch his guitars. Not even his own brothers, only you.

You pluck out a few notes, the beginning to Norwegian Wood by the beatles, an instant favorite between the two of you. The tips of your fingers burn ever so slightly with your lack of calluses but you play through it, knowing in a few minutes the numbness will take the pain away.

You lay back into the comfortable bed, letting your mind wander with thoughts of Jake. His smile, his hair, his smell, his strong arms and back, his talent, but most importantly, the way he looks at you. Like you’re the only woman that’s ever existed. The way he worships you, god. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The feeling of the person you love, above anyone else, loving you right back, even harder if that was possible.

Your hands pluck mindlessly at the strings and your mind drifts farther south, thinking about the way he acts when you're coming undone beneath him. Your eyelids droop closed ready to play that perfect scene in your head and at that exact moment, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You place the guitar back in its corner and click open your phone.

A text from Jake.

Jake

Hey, did you get some sleep after I left?

You

No i’m just chilling reading, and trying to play guitar lol

Jake

Aw i'm sorry you didn’t get more sleep :( I wish I could have stayed with you. I miss you.

You

I miss you too, how’s the meeting?

Jake

Horribly boring. All I'm thinking about is you, you’re sweet smile. 😘

You smile at his words, the simple praise never getting old. He texts back before you have a chance to respond.

Jake

When I get home can I have you? That’s all I'm thinking about love, it’s killing me.

Your thighs clench together at his change of tone. Memories flash through your mind of the countless times he has had you, treated you like royalty, like a goddess. Then the times he’s made you cum over and over again, fucking you deep into the mattress. But the thought of him fucking you sweet and gentle has always been you’re favorite.

You

You can always have me Jake, you know that, I love you.

Jake

I know, I just needed to hear you say it ;) I love you too baby, I’ll be home in a few hours, think you can wait that long?

You

Oh I don’t know Jakey, might have to take care of some things myself waiting for you 😉

You bite your lip waiting for his response as the three dots pop up on the screen. They disappear for a moment before reappearing.

Jake

Wait for me, please?

Oh

The simple unapologetic begging, asking for what he wants with such innocence and desire. The way he knows you’ll comply but he just wants to say it anyways, to make sure you know he wants you and you only.

You

Yes but hurry!!

You laugh and put your phone on the bed, returning to the guitar but the screen lights up again.

You open it to see a gif from Jake. A little bunny attacked the other with kisses and hugs, the hearts surrounding them. You blush and sigh before tucking your phone away.

-

You lay in bed, wrapped up in his robe, his towel in your hair after your shower. The “5 minutes away” text sits in your phone and you wait impatiently for the sound of the door opening downstairs. You don’t bother to change back into your clothes… there’s no point.

Finally, you hear the key in the lock and the metal handle twisting. The door opens and closes and you hear the faint sound of a bag being placed on the table. His voice bellows from below.

“Hey baby i’m home! I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick and then I'll be up!”

“Okay!” You yell back, surpressing the excited squeal that so badly wants to come out.

You quickly glance to the mirror, pulling the towel off revealing your still damp hair. You push it back and shake it out until it’s falling nicely down your shoulders.

Just a minute later the bedroom door opens and there he is, a huge smile lighting up his whole face and a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. Your heart leaps out of your chest as he steps forward and wordlessly extends his hands to you.

Your heart breaks just a little and you swallow back the lump in your throat forming as you take the flowers. He watches you with such love as you smell them, taking in their sweet scent.

“Jakeyyy” you whine, climbing closer so he can wrap his arms around you bringing you in for a kiss.

His strong hands find their way around your waist holding you steadily against him as he kisses your forehead. The touch of his lips so gentle your heart flutters.

“These are so beautiful, you didn’t have to do that!”

“I wanted to, I was walking back to the car from the meeting and the road was covered with them, so I picked all the ones that reminded me of you” He places a kiss on your lips. He looks back at you with his big puppy dog eyes, smiling, waiting excitedly for your reaction.

“You picked these for me?” You ask, tears once again threatening to make an appearance.

“Yeah! Thought you’d like them!” He smiles again, his perfect teeth practically sparking along with his eyes. Without exchanging any words, you wrap your arms tighter around his back, your face resting gently on his chest and he holds you right back. All the words you want to say, exchanged just by the simple touch.

“I see you’re wearing my robe.” He giggles and you look up to see his perfect face smiling back at you.

“It’s so comfy, smells like you too.”

“I know. It looks better on you too. But you know, I can’t help but imagine what it would look like off.”

He smirks and you blush against his chest. Your heartbeat pounds in your chest as you lean back just enough to pull the string until the fuzzy cloth falls from your shoulders. His mouth parts ever so slightly before drawing his lips between his teeth. His eyes rake over your chest looking at you like you’re in a renaissance painting, a goddess of beauty.

“You’re so beautiful y/n, so so pretty.”

You smile and stand on the bed to remove the rest of the robe. His eyes travel with you as the robe falls onto the sheets. Without breaking his eyes away, he tosses it to the floor as his hands find your waist pulling you into him. He kisses your stomach, his grib on your waist tightening as his lips travel downward.

He breaks away and looks up at you. “Can I taste you? You smell so sweet.”

His light touch, along with words and his glimmering eyes, create an ache between your legs and a wild heartbeat thumping in your chest.

“Yes. Please Jake.” You whine.

He helps you step down and settle back into the pillows, making sure you’re comfortable. His eyes travel over the length of your body as he takes off his sweater. It’s your turn to watch him as he takes off his shirt, revealing his smooth chest. You giggle at the sight of him, so perfect it doesn’t even make sense.

He crawls onto the bed, stopping his face right before your closed legs. His hands trace over the tops of your thighs, reveling in their smoothness. He gently grabs under your thighs, pushing them apart, exposing you to him. He brings his face only inches away from your center, kissing the inside of your thigh. You embarrass the vulnerability, feeling so comfortable and safe with him.

“You’re perfect.” He breathes, looking up to meet your eyes before kissing you once again.

You clench around nothing, desperate for some kind of sensation, his simple praise spurring you on.

He notices. “Look at her. I think she’s ready for me.” He smirks, still holding back from giving you what you want. The cockiness mixed with his warmth breath hovering right above you makes you squirm on top of the sheets.

“Please Jake, touch me.” You whine, unable to wait another second with lips only inches away from you.

He nods his head and grants your wish, pulling his tongue so gently through your folds. Your head falls back into the pillow with a sigh, the awaited feeling being so perfect.

“Look at me sunshine, wanna see your pretty face.”

You force your eyes open, watching as his perfect lips wrap around your clit through a sly smile. He sucks you in, lapping his tongue over you once, then twice.

A choked moan escapes you and his fingers find your entrance, just one finger teasing it. You push your hips closer, desperate to feel any part of him inside you. He shakes his head slowly, lips still wrapped around your clit, the feeling becoming almost overwhelming.

His tongue finds your entrance, collecting the pooling liquid before bringing it back up to draw small circles around your clit.

“Jakeee fuc-k, feels so good, so fucking good.”

“I know, I know sweetheart, just sit there pretty and let me get you there.”

You mod your head, letting his sweet praise swim through your mind. Finally his finger pushes into you at a tantalizingly slow pace as your hips buck up off the bed, his perfect tongue still licking over your swollen clit. You clench around the single digit, wishing it was his cock instead, wishing for the stinging stretch and the weight of it inside you.

“Jakey.” You say through a breathless moan.

“Yes love?”

“I want you, right now. Please, let me have it.”

His lips curl into a smile. “Anything for you, my sunshine.”

He sits back up, drawing his belt through the buckle and pulling his black jeans from his body. His dark blue boxers show the outline of his perfectly hardened cock, making your mouth practically water at the sight of it. He watches you watch him as his hand palms over his length, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before returning them back to you.

You sit up, crawling to meet him on the edge of the bed. You search his eyes as your hands tuck under the hem of his boxers. He sucks in a breath, holding it, as you pull them down his body. His cock springs free, bobbing in front of your face. The sight of it, lush and pink, waiting hot and ready, fuck it sets you wild.

You take it in your hand, pumping up and down before bringing your lips to the pink tip. You take him in your mouth, just a little bit, swirling your tongue around it. A breathy moan escapes him, his sweet sounds filling your ears and sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

He lets you lick over him, just for a minute, unable to tear himself away from the pleasure of your soft lips before leaning down to kiss them. You kiss him back, parting your lips to let his tongue slip past. He helps you settle back into the pillows as he deepens the kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His lips travel to your neck, nipping at the skin right under your ear.

“You’re so sweet, how are you so pretty y/n?” His soft giggle tugs at your heart strings. His hand finds your chest, his knuckles brushing past your nipple and his hand kneading into the soft skin. His mouth finds the other, drawing the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around. You groan into him, pushing your chest further into his mouth until he breaks away. You whine in protest but he shushes you through a smile.

“Don’t you want me baby?”

“Yes please Jake, please.”

“No need to beg, although you sound so cute when you do, you know I'll give you whatever you want.” He winks, stealing your heart once again.

And with that he brings himself to your entrance, quickly brushing the tip through your wet folds, pushing it against your clit. Your body tenses up at the feeling, a choked out moan escaping your lips.

“Relax for me love.” His sweet voice flows through your ears like smoke and you melt into the mattress as his other hand cups your cheek. You let his thumb push into your mouth, you swipe your tongue across it as he pushes his cock a few inches into you.

The slight pressure mixed with the overwhelming pleasure hits you like a ton of bricks. You both sigh at the feeling. Not even all the way inside you get but still feeling so so good. He steadies himself, pushing further into you little by little taking care to go slow and gentle. You smile at the welcomed stretch, reminding yourself to relax as he bottoms out. When he does, his body falls forward before catching himself, his brow furrowed in pleasure as he braces himself against you. He places his hand on your stomach, pushing him deeper into you.

You close your eyes and let yourself feel him inside you. How perfect he is, like your bodies were meant exactly for each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces. How lucky are you that you get to feel his cock whenever you please? That he knows exactly how to touch you and make you fall apart. You let yourself worship him a little in your mind, just the knowledge of it being him that fills you up so nicely, being enough to drag you further along.

He pulls out gently before pushing back in, even deeper. He hits that spot, tucked away so perfectly inside you and you whine his name into the otherwise quiet room.

“I know, I know, you feel so fucking good.. I- fuck.” He chokes out, eyes still closed as he draws back just to push into you once more. He picks up a comfortable slow pace, hitting you deep inside with every stroke. Your slick starts to coat him allowing him to move faster, the lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of you making him even harder.

He gazes into your eyes as he does so, loving you in more ways than one with his gentle sparkling eyes as he brings you closer and closer. His soft thumb drifts over your swollen clit and presses it in. His smile widens watching your hips jolt at the sensation. He drops his finger down meeting where your bodies meet to collect some of the moisture before returning it back to your bundle of nerves.

He begins tracing small circles over you, his eyes glued to where he touches you. He bites his lip as he works you, unable to control the soft moans that bubble out of him with every thrust. The way he sounds when he's buried so deep inside you paired with his feather light touch and his pounding cock threaten to pull you down under.

He moves his hand to wrap under your thighs for a stronger hold, pulling your body across the bed and using your legs as leveredge to drive into you even harder. His own sighs of pleasure mixed with yours fill the room along with your cries of his name as his hips snap into you.

“Baby.. you feel too good, i’m gonna c-cum..” He squeezes his eyes shut, his hips faltering as his hand returns to tease your clit. Your head tilts back at the pleasure and you're able to choke out, “me too, i'm there.”

In a few seconds, Jake’s breathing quickens and the sounds he makes become more desperate and blissful. You feel his cum shoot inside of you pulling you into your own orgasm. Your thighs attempt to clench together as your orgasm runs its course. You yell out his name into the room as your body jerks and spasms feeling on fire with pleasure.

Every slow thrust prolongs the feeling until he slows down to a stopping point to let you catch your breath. You tilt your head back relaxing into the mattress as your legs finally calm down.

“You’re a dream, a fucking dream” he says as he leans over you placing a kiss to your stomach. You muster up the strength to lean up to look at him. His beautiful brown eyes meet yours and you smile together. For one perfect minute, the two of you just stare at each other, living together in the post orgasm world, the love from each of you pouring into the other.

“I’m gonna pull out okay?”

You nod and he pulls out leaving you feeling much more empty inside.

“Wait right there, pretty girl, I'll be back in a second.” He winks again and leaves, returning just as soon as he said with a small washcloth and a cup of water. You scoot back to lean into the pillows as he cleans you up with the washcloth.

You never thought you would ever be with someone this perfect. Someone who could take such good care of you in every way, but there he was with a huge smile on his face doing just that.

He tosses the small rag into the laundry bin and climbs onto the bed handing you the glass of water. You take a sip feeling the relief of the cool liquid down your throat. You offer him a sip which he takes before returning the cup to the nightstand. He climbs off the bed again to rustle around in one of his drawers before pulling out two pairs of boxers. He slides one onto himself and tosses you the other. You catch it in the air and slide it onto your own body.

“I’m wiped out.” He chuckles.

“Me too, that was amazing though.”

“It was, it always is, every time.” He’s right. Every time it's almost more perfect than the last, the love between you too only growing. He crawls across the bed to meet you, laying down next to you with a huff.

“Should we watch something?”

“Ohh yeah good idea! What should we watch?” You ask, grabbing the laptop from the night stand and turning it on.

“Hmmm game of thrones?”

You think for a moment, wanting to finish the next episode of your show but also not feeling up to that level of concentration.

“Maybe something that requires less attention? I’m just super tired. How about the office?”

“Y/n I love you so fucking much.” He brings his lips to you, kissing all over your face as you giggle and melt into his side. He wraps his arms around you squeezing you tight before planting one more kiss to your forehead.

You pull up the office and press play on a random episode. You lay the computer on the bed sideways so you can see it while laying down. He turns to lean over your shoulder to watch the screen, spooning you with one arm under your head and the other loosely draped over your side. You lay your head on your arm next to his and tuck his other arm under yours. His legs tangle with yours and his hand traces over your bare chest eliciting a laugh from you.

“Trying for round two Jakey?”

“No they're just so soft, comfortable to grab onto it all.”

“Well then, be my guest.” You laugh again as his hand cups around you massaging the skin lightly. The casual contact gives you butterflies but you welcome it along with the safety you feel laying in his arms.

The show plays in the background but you would bet money that he also wasn’t paying much attention to it. You feel his nose poking your neck and he nuzzles it into you, tickling you in the process. You giggle and turn your head back so he can kiss your cheek. He kisses your neck and below your ear. As you both settle, you swear you can feel a slight intake of air behind you and the sound of someone breathing in heavily. Almost as if he’s smelling your hair…

Your heart melts at the thought and right then he confirms it, “did you use that lavender shampoo?”

“Hmm” you reply.

“Smells really good.”

You hum again as he takes another whiff, tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. A few minutes of silence pass as the show keeps playing. You feel your eyelids growing heavy and when you turn back, Jake's eyes are closed and his mouth parted every so slightly.

You take a moment to look at him. How soft and gentle he looks, how peaceful and innocent, how his hair falls around his face and how his smooth lips move when he breathes.

It's moments like these where you feel so in love with him it almost hurts. Where you feel like it's only the two of you that exist. Where you feel like you could marry him, and have kids, and spend the rest of your lives together. You think back to all the times he's brought it up, sharing with you his perfect dreams for your future together.

“We’ll get married in Michigan. We’ll find a beautiful creek with a big rock on the bank. We’ll stand on that big rock together, but don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. And you look beautiful in white with a white flower crown, and your hair will be down, blowing in the wind. Our families can watch from the other side of the creek. And then after, we can jump in the water and take a hike just the two of us down to where the water runs into a little pond. And we'll go swimming in our wedding clothing because who cares right? We’re in love! And the sun will set and everything will be cast in a beautiful orange light. And I’ll kiss you and it'll be perfect. Then, we move into a big house, wherever you want, as long as it's near the woods. And we'll have two kids, an older girl and a younger brother, because you know, he's gonna need her. And they'll look just like you and we'll raise them to be so kind, and we’ll be playing music all the time. And I'll teach them both guitar but we'll have all the instruments in the house. A nice big grand piano, a bass and heck even a drum set! And Josh can come over and give them voice lessons. And we'll have two dogs and two cats so they can all be friends, and the kids will love them and we’ll love them and we’ll love the kids. But most importantly, I will love you. I’ll love you forever and ever and maybe if I'm really lucky, you’ll love me back.”

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[shutupdevvie]

this was. yeah. another fic that drove me absolutely insane. they were and are meant to be idc.

also the fucking CAMERA. i don't know if we remember but any smut fic involving a CAMERA is guaranteed to absolutely get me fucked up. guaranteed. and this was no exception.

it's never over - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: hi there! here's a nice little friends/fwb/ex-lovers to lovers kinda fic for our jakey <3 i got super into this one and just wrote this absolutely self-indulgent shit and i loved every second of it. this one is pretty long so buckle in and i hope u love it. also this shit is completely unedited so if there's mistakes i'm sorry pls forgive me. ok love ya :)

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), some fluff

word count: 5.8k

summary: the reader and jake have a complicated past, full of firsts, failed relationships, and hidden feelings. they reunite, and old sparks are rekindled.

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, unprotected sex, explicit sex scenes, etc.

Flames shimmering in the night. A silhouette, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Such a familiar sight. His fingers worked the frets with vigor and dedication, coaxing out the notes that made thousands of people cheer their approval. His body rocked along, movements sending his hair down over his eyes, obscuring that concentrated face. His skin glowed with the effort of his ministrations, playing as if his life depended on it. You always loved that about him, his devotion to perfecting and mastering his passion. 

In a daze, you didn’t dare tear your eyes away. Your humble seat offered him no view of you, but he knew you were there. He invited you, after all. Back in the city, you watched him perform online, saw all of the videos of him absolutely shredding his solos, dominating the stage and seducing the audience with his talent. Was it vain to say you thought he might be trying a little harder, now that he knew you were watching? 

Either way, he was made for the stage. The limelight empowered him, the cheering, the attention, the love permeating the space around him made this life so easy for him. He shone brighter than all of the lights, calling forth the dedication and affections of their fans. He melted into the music, became one with it, let it pour from his fingers in something like a prayer. You agreed that there was something religious about it– almost like an ascension as you let yourself feel the notes like lightning through your veins. You closed your eyes and felt it. You had to let yourself feel it.

By the time the show was over, you were breathless, sweating. There were few times you enabled yourself to let loose, to live in the moment. Somehow, you thought Jake knew you needed this. A night to just be. He could be funny, that way. 

Embarrassed, you slipped the little backstage pass you had been carrying around out of your backpocket. You were too nervous to go back before the show, not wanting to look foolish in your reunion with Jake. Forcing yourself to suck it up, you made your way backstage, security not giving you a second look as you draped the lanyard around your neck. There were dozens of little rooms as you navigated the area, dodging roadies and security as you searched for a familiar face. The chaos unnerved you; for a split second, you debated just turning around and going back home. Jake would never know you’d come at all.

Fat chance he would let you get off that easily. He emerged from a dressing room just as you were planning to make a break for it. You quickly forced a calm facade over your features. Be cool, Y/N.

“Hey there, rockstar,” you said, still vaguely breathless. 

He perked up at the sound of your voice, eyes bright as he turned towards you. “There you are.” A grin played on his lips as he waltzed over, immediately pulling you into his arms.

You relaxed into his touch immediately; he was a sweaty mess, skin sticky as he squeezed you, but you didn’t care. The very touch of his skin against yours had you reeling already. He pressed his lips against your hair in a quick kiss, then pulled away to look at you.

“It’s been too long,” he said, taking in your appearance. “Your hair’s longer. I like it.”

“And yours is shorter,” you reached up, flicking at the ends of his hair. You liked it, but didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t he have a big enough ego already?

“Yeah, kept getting in the way,” he said. “How’d you like the show?”

“It was good,” you nodded. “Really good–amazing, actually. You’re better every time I see you.” 

His grin widened. He draped an arm over your shoulder, and squeezed you again. “I really missed you, angel.”

“‘Bout time you finally remembered me,” you said, with a hint of brattiness. When you received the invitation from him, you had been hesitant to come at all. He hadn’t offered anything more than a simple, ‘happy birthday’ to you in more than a year, even though he claimed you were one of his closest friends. Of course, the rockstar lifestyle was demanding, and busy… But it was hard not to feel slighted by the lack of his attention. “What made you invite me anyway?”

“Well, I missed you, clearly,” he said, “But I also saw your pictures… Rolling Stone, Y/N… You’re big time now, huh?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head. The apples of your cheeks flushed, and your ears burned. “It was uh–no big deal, really. I got those pictures when I was out in L.A. last summer. Who would’ve imagined little ol’ me accidentally stumbling into the rock ‘n roll scene?”

“I think you fit in,” Jake said, his voice tinged with amusement. “Did you bring your camera?”

He motioned for you to follow him to his dressing room. Your steps faltered behind him. Had he invited you here just to take his photo? Surely not. Either way, your camera was tucked safely in your bag back in your hotel room. This was the one experience you weren’t going to share with anyone. The only memories of it would be yours and yours alone.

“Left it back at the hotel,” you said, sounding a little disheartened.

“No biggie. Just thought it might be fun to get a couple shots together.” He was still cheerful, and that made you hope your assumption was wrong. You entered the dressing room, and couldn’t help but smile at the little remembrances of him lying around. A spare guitar pick (or ten), a discarded cigar box, and his favorite sunglasses. A gentle smile played on your lips; he hadn’t changed a bit. Still your Jake.

“Let me change,” Jake began, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it haphazardly on a rack. Without hesitation, he continued undressing. His pants landed in a heap on the carpeted floor, and you were graced with the fantastic view of him in his undergarments. You flushed again, forcing your attention away from the ripple and flexing of his back muscles as he got dressed. He half-buttoned his black shirt, and pulled on a nice pair of pleated pants. 

“Who are you getting all dressed up for?” you teased, now relaxed as you kicked back on the plush couch. Your eyes followed his every movement. He was always good at putting you in a trance, his very presence enough to distract you from everything else on your mind. 

He turned back to you, grinning. You noticed the dark smudge of eyeliner around his eyes, and it made your heart flutter. He was so pretty, it wasn’t fair. You trailed your eyes away from his and down to that sweet smile, and almost melted into the sofa.

“I’m taking you out to dinner,” he said, as if it were obvious. He fiddled with one of the little gold hoops in his ear, adjusting it before swiping his hands down over his shirt in order to straighten out the wrinkles. 

You raised your eyebrows. “Bit late for dinner.”

“Who cares? I’m starving, and I want to take you to dinner.”

“Jake, I’m not dressed for dinner,” you said, gesturing down at your simple blouse and jeans.

His eyes followed your direction, pausing a moment over your half-exposed chest before he continued down. He mulled it over for a second, then shrugged. “I think you’re perfectly dressed for dinner. Wouldn’t want to have anyone else on my arm.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his insistence. “Fine.”

Dinner was an intimate affair. Somehow, he swept you off to the tiniest cafe on the very outskirts of town. Midnight greeted you with a cool breeze as the waiter led the both of you to a private table in the back garden of the cafe. The area was gated, tall, wrought-iron fences protected you from the outside world, shielding you with their vines and flowers growing freely.

In the moonlight, he was more beautiful than ever. The light kissed the planes of his face in all the right places, accentuating those eyes and making his smile glitter in the dim air. You wanted to reach out to him, touch his face and kiss those pillowy soft lips. Just like old times. You pushed the thought away as he ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of you, something expensive. It was dawning on you just how much of a real celebrity he was– he almost felt as out of touch as the people you photographed for work. You were just another onlooker into his glamorous, extravagant lifestyle. The thought stung. 

“You must know every hidden spot in this city,” you said thoughtfully, eyes ghosting over a string of twinkling lights on the balcony overhead. There was more seating there, but the two of you were the only patrons at this hour. They had only let the two of you in because the bartender was on a first-name-basis with Jake.

“Sure,” he said, “but this one’s my favorite. The food’s fantastic.”

You laughed at his enthusiasm. Then, said teasingly, “You must bring all the girls here.”

He wrinkled his nose for a second, “No,” he said, musing. “No, only my favorite.” He winked at you then, taking a quick swig of his champagne and placing the flute back on the table.

You were quiet for a second, not knowing what to say, so he continued. “How’s life in The Big Apple? How’s the fiancé?” 

You frowned. “New York’s good… You know me, I love being busy…”

“And Henry?”

The very sound of the name sent a wave of nausea over you. You really hoped he wouldn’t ask, yet here you were.

“We–we, uh, broke up. About eight months ago. He called the whole thing off,” you said, your voice a bit strangled as you tried to talk around the lump in your throat. You weren’t upset over the relationship; the engagement had been strained at best, but you were embarrassed to have to admit it to Jake. He had warned you dozens of times that you were making the wrong decision, and you had done it anyway to spite him.

He looked taken aback, albeit only slightly. Then, a bit smug as he realized his suspicions were correct. “What happened?”

You took a long drink, and shrugged. “He couldn’t handle my work schedule, being gone all of those hours. He didn’t want me traveling, didn’t trust me on my own…”

“He didn’t trust you on your own?” Jake’s curious eyes bored into you, and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“He thought– he thought I was with you, a lot of the time,” you admitted. “He thought you know–”

“That we were still–” Jake continued, but you cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah… That’s why we broke it off. No hard feelings or anything, even if he was wrong.” You laughed half-heartedly.

Jake nodded, then thanked the waiter as he brought your food and disappeared back inside. You weren’t particularly hungry anymore. “Maybe it’s a good thing,” he said.

“How’s that?”

“Well, I can see you now, without having to worry about him showing up to bite my head off.” His laugh rang through the night air, joyful and melodious. You couldn’t help the smile that broke through your features.

“He wouldn’t do that, Jake,” you said. “You can see me whenever you want. Whenever you get time.”

“I couldn’t before, not like this,” he replied, his voice quieter. “Not how I wanted to see you.”

You blinked at him, pushing your food around on your plate with your fork. Still distracted by his very existence. He was too much. “What do you mean by that?”

His gaze was very tender as he reached across the table, his freehand brushing yours. Goosebumps snaked up your arm and traveled all over your body. Your face burned. 

“You know what I mean, Y/N…”

Talking about your feelings had never been your strong suit, and Jake knew that. If he brought you here for some kind of heartfelt confession… Well, you weren’t at all sure that you could handle the pressure. The two of you were stuck in some kind of relational limbo, on and off friends and lovers for the past ten years. Hell, he’d been your first kiss, your first time, your first love, and still somehow things had never seemed to fall into place. But now… 

“Why now?” you asked him, voice wavering. It would be a lie to say that you didn’t still harbor love for him, that you weren’t still trying to move on from him. He was still, after all of these years, everything you wanted and everything you couldn’t let yourself have. Why?

He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he ran both of his hands over his face and through his hair. He leaned back, propping them behind his head as he looked at you carefully. His gaze was gentle, as if he were afraid he were going to hurt you again. From the tugged together eyebrows, you could tell he was thinking hard. Thinking of how he was going to explain everything going through his mind, articulating it so that you could understand him completely. You loved him for it.

“I–I just… I just know it’s meant to be us, angel,” he said, the hint of longing in his voice sending a jolt through you. “After all of these years, all of these failed relationships, seeing hundreds of cities… You’re all I ever think about.”

Pressing your lips together, you tried not to let him see the glassiness in your eyes. You swore you weren’t going to cry today, yet here you were. Your eyes burned as you turned away, looking at the lights again. Avoiding those eyes that could see right through you. His hand squeezed yours, bringing it up to his lips. They brushed over your skin, barely touching you but still warming you to the core. A tear slipped from your eye, trickling down and darkening the smallest spot of the tablecloth. 

“Jake…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t come here to force anything on you. I just thought you should know…”

“Why didn’t you come for me sooner?” You were hurt now, knowing that he felt the same all of this time. That the two of you were probably in two different cities, both staring out of hotel windows thinking about the other. One of you watching the sunrise, the other watching it set. Perfect mirrors of each other.

Another sigh from him. You made eye contact again, finally, and saw his pained, pining expression reflecting your own. The fear in his face that you wouldn’t accept him, that you would get up and leave him missing you all over again. 

“I wish I knew,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Lying about it is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

There was something else beneath the pain in his expression. Shame. Your heart was breaking as you sat there, crying behind this cafe in the middle of the night. There was an element of the ridiculous to it, just enough to cause a giggle to spill from your lips. He was right; he was so, so stupid. 

“How many years have we wasted just because we’re afraid of commitment?” you blurted.

Through the tears in his own eyes, Jake laughed. Your pulse thundered in your ears, and you were suddenly wishing that the whole world would disappear around you. You wanted to be alone with your Jake. Yours and yours alone, finally.

“Won’t you take me home?” you asked after a minute. He agreed without hesitation, dropping a wad of cash on the table and offering his hand. You took it, sweeping out of the restaurant behind you.

As you left, Jake called, “Thank you for the champagne, Louis!” Then, you were ducking into a sleek black car with his driver. You directed him to the address of your hotel, and the two of you were off. The ride was quiet, Jake humming along to the song playing on the radio. Your hands were clasped together in his lap, his thumb tracing patterns into the skin. You relished every brush of his skin against yours: your knees touching, your shoulders bumping, the periodic kisses on the top of your head. By the time you were at the hotel, you were practically buzzing. 

Jake took the key from you as you arrived at the room. Your hands were shaking too badly to unlock the door. He ushered you inside with a hand on your lower back, both of you dissipating into the darkness as he shut the door behind you. 

“Reminds me of old times,” Jake said, whispering. The two of you thumped around the dark room; you heard him kick his shoes off, the billowy sound of his shirt landing on the chair in the corner. You were peeling out of your jeans, letting your hair down from its clip, throwing your blouse in the direction of the same chair. 

“What, sneaking around in the dark?” you replied, smirking. There was a flash of him, long ago, that same mousy smile you loved so much playing on his lips as he tapped on your bedroom window. It was hard to believe you weren’t those same kids anymore, fooling around right underneath your parents’ noses.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. He took a couple of steps, and found you in the dark. His hands were on you immediately, calloused palms snaking around your waist from behind. His body sculpted against yours, the two of you melting together as his lips found your neck. You shivered, his breath tickling your skin as he slowly trailed feather-light kisses up until he reached your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. Your mouths met in a slow, meticulous kiss. You relished in the feeling, enjoying the contrast to your last time together. It had been a long time since you’d taken things slow, actually appreciated the moment. 

A contented breath left your chest as he pulled away. Both of his hands snaked up, slowly pulling down the straps to your bra before finding the clasp to remove it completely. The lack of contact startled you for a second, then his touch was back. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the flesh as he pressed his lips to your shoulder.

“I missed you,” a kiss, “so fucking much, angel.” Another kiss. You leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder. Normally, you would be begging for him to touch you, to fuck you senseless at this point. Something about the two of you taking your time tonight felt sacred. It would be blasphemous to rush perfection. 

“You have no idea,” you muttered, voice weak as you drowned in his tender embrace. You would be happy to spend eternity like this, his arms holding you steady and his lips on your skin. No force in the universe would be able to drag you away. 

You quivered as he grazed his nose against you, breathing in the scent of your skin. One of his hands traveled upward, grasping your chin and gently tilting your head to the side. He brushed his lips over the sensitive skin of your throat, sucking and biting the skin softly. A hushed moan escaped your lips, parting the dreamy quiet of the hotel room.

“Jake…” your voice was hardly more than a whisper, but you felt him tense at the sound.

“Oh, angel, I love it when you say my name like that…” The softness of his voice sent your heart aflutter, his words lighting a fire inside of you.

“Please,” you breathed, “I just wanna be close to you.”

“C’mon,” his fingers interlaced with yours, pulling you towards the bed. “Be close to me, angel…” 

You settled on top of the duvet, heart aflutter as the pillows cradled your head. He rested between your legs, hands finding the curve of your calves in the darkness. He traced over the skin lightly, his touch whispering over the goosebumps blooming over your body. A weak sigh left your lips. You were struggling not to squirm under his attention, your nerves starting to settle in. The dark was a blessing and a curse; you craved the sight of him hovering over you, but were glad he couldn’t see the blush heating your features. 

“You okay?” He leaned in, hands sliding up to your inner thighs as he kissed you gently, his lips barely touching yours.

“Yes,” you whispered, hands coming up to cradle his face. “A little nervous, I think.”

He chuckled lightly as he pulled away, and you couldn’t help your smile. You could picture the look on his face, that little proud smirk due to his effect on you. A small gasp left your lips as you felt him shift over you, one of his hands deserting its place on your inner thigh in order to move to your center. Your mouth fell open, head falling back on the pillows as he swirled his thumb over your clothed clit. You bit back a moan, chewing on your lip.

“Uh-uh,” he chastised, softening the pressure between your legs. “I want to hear you… Every sweet little sound that comes out of these lips.” His free hand found your chin, thumb tracing over your parted lips. 

“O–okay,” you agreed breathily. Anything to keep him touching you. 

His hand fell away, moving back down to keep your legs parted for him. The pads of his fingers pressed into the flesh of your inner thigh, the feeling of him holding you there almost as blissful as the sparks of pleasure spreading through your center. Lewd little noises accompanied the sound of your pleased moans as he touched you; the fabric of your underwear was soaked through, plastered against you with your juices and dragging so deliciously against you with every movement of his finger. Your eyes screwed shut, your back arched as he pushed you slowly towards your release. You were practically purring beneath him, writhing and shivering at the lightest of his touches. 

“Can I take these off?” His fingers brushed past the waistband of your panties, burning against your bare skin.

“Please,” you said. 

He obliged, hooking the fabric with ease and dragging it down your legs. His knuckles grazed your skin, making you shiver. When they were discarded, you felt him shift, and you reached for him.

“Hold on,” he said, voice soft. 

There was the sound of rustling as he adjusted his weight, and then the sound of the lamp clicking on to your left. Warm light bathed the room, finally illuminating the incredible sight of him above you. His eyeliner was smudged beneath his eyes, his pillowy lips swollen, his hair disheveled. A smile graced his face as his loving gaze found yours.

“Much better.” Another chaste kiss against your lips, and then he was pulling back to admire your body. “I love seeing you like this… All pretty and spread open for me.” He dragged a finger over your exposed slit, finger spreading your arousal through your folds. He bit down on his lip, entranced by the sight of you. You laid there, content to let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, for however long. Just the sight of him perched there, drinking you in, was enough to have your mind reeling.

It didn’t last long, however, because Jake had an idea. It was as if a lightbulb went off in his head, his eyes lighting up as he met your gaze. He was still touching you, driving you crazy as your hips twitched in anticipation. 

“What’s that look for?” you groaned. 

“Where’s your camera?”

He was off of the bed in a second, following your eyes to the bag sitting beneath your discarded clothes in the plush chair in the corner. You watched him as he unzipped the bag, his bare back to you as he removed your camera and held it gently between fingers. You propped yourself up on your elbows, wondering what could possibly be going on in his brain. 

He flicked the power on, holding it up to his eye and adjusting the settings as needed.

“Lay back down,” he breathed as he turned to you, a new level of excitement in his voice.

“Jake…”

“C’mon, angel.” The smile on his face was irresistible. “Humor me.”

You sighed, a nervous smile finding its way to your face. You breathed deeply. “If we do this, it’s for your eyes only,” you warned, voice pointed. 

“You’re all mine, Y/N. I don’t intend for anyone else to see you like this. Ever.”

Your skin flushed, and you fell back against the pillows as he joined you in bed again. He kneeled at your feet, lifting the camera so the photo framed you in all of your glory. He snapped a photo of you spread there, legs open and face gleaming with sweat as you obliged his request. You lifted one hand up, shielding your face with your forearm; you weren’t used to being on the other end of the lens.

“Please,” he said. “Don’t cover your face, my love.”

The sweetness dripping from his tone bred butterflies in your stomach, your breaths increasing as you nodded. “I’m sorry,” you sighed. “It’s just– well, I’m not used to the camera. And I’m nervous.”

He nodded. “Y/N, nothing in this world is more beautiful than you to me. You don’t have to be nervous.” His hand squeezed your leg comfortingly, and you relaxed a little. 

He continued snapping photographs, brushing his hands over your body as he did so. A photo of your face, his thumb inserted gently between your parted lips. One of his hands caressing the valley between your breasts, his fingers dipping into your center, your face as he pleased you with that free hand. The thought of him having all of these images of you, these keepsakes of your time together was making you crazy. The throbbing between your legs was getting worse by the second; you were craving him inside of you. You wanted him pressed so closely to you that it was hard to tell where you ended and he began.

“‘M almost done,” he breathed, palming himself through his briefs as he watched your chest heave. He was barely touching you, but the look on his face, the excitement in his voice was enough to have you squirming beneath him. The thought that the sight of you laying there beneath him was bringing him this much pleasure… It was enough to send your head spinning.

“Jake, I need you, please.”

He snapped one last photograph of your begging face, your eyes hooded, your chapped lips and chin slick with saliva, hair haloed around your face on the pillow, and then he delicately placed the camera on the table beside the bed. 

“My sweet angel,” he breathed, leaning forward and caging you in with his hands on either side of your head. His face dipped, lips finding yours with vigor. His tongue swirled into your mouth, and you relished in the taste of him, hands grasping him and trying to pull him even closer. You broke free after a second, both panting.

His forehead pressed against yours, and his hand traveled down between the two of you, freeing his length from his briefs. You breathed a sigh of relief; you were too worked up to wait any longer. You needed the delicious stretch of him pushing into you more than you needed air. The head of his cock bumped your clit, sending a jolt through you as he positioned his length against your center.

“Oh, God, please,” the sound spilled from your lips like a prayer, and Jake breathed a pleased moan as he finally pushed into you. You cried out, holding onto him as if he were the only thing tethering you to the earth. There was an inkling of discomfort for a second, then the sweet release of him bottoming out inside of you. Pleasure masked everything around you; the only thing on your mind was his slow rocking motion, his cock dragging against your walls seemingly in slow-motion. 

“Shit,” he breathed against you, breath fanning over your face. His eye contact didn’t waver, those brown eyes boring into yours with an intensity that was almost too much. 

Your eyes fluttered closed for a second, but he slowed the movements of his hips until he was almost still.

“Gotta look at me, angel,” he murmured sweetly. He kissed you again, so soft and loving you thought you might cry. You forced your eyes open, back arching as he resumed his movements inside of you. “There’s my good girl…” His smile send a rush through you, your heart pounding. 

“Feels so good, Jake,” you managed to say, through the haze of pleasure clouding your thoughts.

“I know, baby, I know,” he nodded, still refusing to look away from you. The dark desire coloring his eyes made your stomach tighten, the coil of pleasure between your legs building so quickly it was making your head spin. You hooked a leg around him, nails digging into his skin. His thrusts met your hips again, deeper this time, and you gasped at the feeling.

“Oh, just like that–” you cried, voice desperate as he did exactly as you asked. He was buried inside of you to the hilt, his hips rocking against yours in slow yet powerful thrusts. His pelvic bone dragged against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure up through your abdomen. His weight held you down as you squirmed beneath him, closer to your orgasm by the second.

“Hmmm, you like that? You gonna cum all pretty for me? Make a mess for me, angel?” His voice was low, though he was panting as he approached his own release. Your lips met in a messy kiss, lips and teeth bumping as he focused all of his attention on his movements below the waist. You breathed into each other’s mouths, high-pitched moans and groans of each others’ names filling the air between you. 

You clenched your legs around him as you teetered on the brink of your climax. Your pussy tightened around him, pleasure snaking through your limbs as you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. You knew if you looked away, he would stop, and you wouldn’t be able to take it. 

“I’m almost–”

“Give it to me,” Jake interrupted, his voice almost a growl. His pace stuttered slightly as you gripped around him again. “Cum for me, my sweet girl. I know you can… Cum all pretty around my cock. You can do that for me can’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” you gasped, holding onto him for dear life. He didn’t slow, snapping his hips into yours with renewed vigor at the sound of your voice. 

“There you go, baby,” he breathed, at the feeling of you squeezing him. You called out his name, almost screaming as he reached between you to play with your clit as your orgasm finally hit you. Your entire body seized up, shaking almost violently as he guided you through your release. “That’s it, cum for me… C’mon baby…”

You chanted his name like a mantra, over and over again as you came. Your eyes locked onto his and wouldn’t let go as he encouraged your pleasure, helping you ride the waves of overwhelming ecstasy at his touch. You tightened your legs around him as you felt his muscles tense, his own orgasm approaching.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, low, and the sound of it almost pushed you back to the edge. You were floating on cloud nine, watching his features screw up as his orgasm washed over him. His hips snapped into yours, skin colliding in lewd slapping noises. “Fuck, I love this pussy pulling me in…” He groaned, grasping your chin with one hand and crashing his lips to yours. You leaned into the kiss, deepening it as you felt his release inside of you, his body tautening as he finally came.

His hips slowed and eventually stopped, and he laid there on top of you for a second. His head was tucked in the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin as he panted. You swept a hand through his hair, brushing it off of his sweat-slicked forehead. His skin burned beneath your touch; the sheets around you were soaked through with sweat, and you could feel the sticky mixture of your cum pooling between your legs, even with him still inside of you. The thought of it made you clench around him, and he whimpered softly, one hand shooting down to grip your waist.

“Don’t do that, please,” he grunted, voice desperate. “Too sensitive.”

“Sorry,” you giggled weakly. “It was an accident…”

He forced himself up off of you, and placed a kiss on your forehead. Slowly, he pulled out of you and sat up, leaning back on his haunches. The sight of him above you was enough to send your core throbbing again; his body tan and shining with his sweat, eyeliner smudged wildly around his eyes, hair pushed back out of his face. You thought you could stand to go another three or four rounds, if only he could keep up with you.

You shifted slightly, moving to lean up and touch him again. He stopped you with an outreached hand. “Don’t move a muscle,” he said.

“What?”

But he was grabbing the camera again, eyes flashing with the fervent determination of an artist when they saw their muse. He positioned himself above you on the bed again, letting the warm light bathe your figure as he snapped a photo of you, laying there on the ruined sheets. Then, he placed the camera back on the nightstand, still looking quite pleased.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Are you just gonna sit there and stare at me all night?”

He shrugged, “If you’ll let me.”

“Come here,” you held your arms open, and he obliged, curling into your embrace. You held him close to your chest, let him listen to your heartbeat. A pleased sigh fell from your lips as you laid there, brushing your fingers through his hair. 

“I love you,” he muttered, voice muffled against your skin. “Can’t believe I ever let you go…”

“Shit happens, Jake,” you responded. “But I’m all yours now. Isn’t that enough?”

He smiled, ghosting his lips over your collarbone. “It’s enough. Forever and ever, it’s enough.”

[shutupdevvie]

i would let vamp! jake eat me limb from limb. absolutely. without a doubt. just ripped to shreds.

Thirst

J.T.K x f!reader

Summary: you lose your friends at a party, the unfamiliar setting sending you into a panic. Giving up your search, you meet someone very peculiar...

Warnings: 18+, VAMP JAKE, mentions of alcohol, blood, portrayal of fear, injury & pain, blood feeding, SMUT, public sex, oral (f & m rec), fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, choking, anything else I forgot

Words: 5.8k

A/N: happy Halloween to all that celebrate! In honor of one of my favorite times of the year, I give you a spooky Jake smut. Enjoy!

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A chill creeps its way up your spine as the crisp October weather nips at your skin. "Can't tell which one it is can you?" You jest, shutting the car door behind you and staring at the large house decorated with countless Halloween props, loud music booming inside.

Your friends had plans to go to a party just outside of your city for Halloween. You originally said no but they inevitably convinced you. Apparently one of them knew the host of the party, but of course, you were still suspicious regardless of who knew who.

Large animatronics greet you on your way to the front door, anxiety settling in as you get a glimpse of everybody through the window. Suck it up. It's just a party, what's the worst that could happen?

If you're being honest with yourself, a lot could happen. It is Halloween, after all.

Going against all of your ethics, you walk through the door. Just as you expected there is not a single face you recognize and your group splits up, all going their separate ways. You knew you shouldn't have come.

Instant regret takes over your head and a lump forms in your throat. You can't leave because you didn't even take your car and you don't know anyone that could drive almost an hour just to come get you and drop you back off at your house. You decide a drink could be the best therapy right now.

As you walk through the main room, you lock eyes with a man leaning back against the wall, alone and observing the party. You watch as his tired eyes light up and he stands straight before you look away.

To your misfortune, the kitchen is completely crowded, you're unable to even see the counters. "Excuse me," you try your best to get past the crowd of people in costumes. After no one hears you, you say it again, then again.. and after trying over and over to get past everyone you realize it's no use. Why is nobody listening?

You grow frantic, scanning for any familiar faces. None. You ask countless people if they've seen your friends, giving them the best description you could possibly give, but to no avail. Finally giving up, you spot the patio door and make a beeline straight to it.

The second the cold air hits your skin goosebumps cover your body, nobody else in sight. Odd... Falling into the chair behind you, your eyes flutter shut. By the time you sit down, it's nearly 11:30 p.m. and you're undeniably tired.

You're not positive how much time has passed since you sat down, but you know it's time to get up once you find yourself dozing off. Looking into the party, you dread going back in, so you don't. Is it kinda crazy to be hopping a fence in a vampire dress at eleven at night? Absolutely. Do you care? Not even a little.

Silently thanking the universe that you learned how to hop a fence at a young age, you take your shoes off and throw them over the fence, stepping on the wire and hopping over. As you're getting over the fence, the wire snags your dress and cuts into the meat of your thigh.

The sudden pain causes you to fall over, luckily you hold your arms out to break the fall, but not without tiny rocks and sticks penetrating your skin. "Shit!" You cry, and shakily brush the dirt from your body, hot tears burning at your waterline as you put your shoes back on. This night truly cannot get any worse.

The sound of leaves cracking underneath footsteps interrupts your moment of self-pity, your head darting up faster than the blink of an eye. Your mind races, tears beginning to stream down your hot cheeks as you prepare for the worst.

A relatively shorter figure turns the corner to find you, curled up on the ground with blood trickling down your thigh. "Woah are you okay?" The stranger's low raspy voice speaks from where he stands, slowly stepping forward. "Um.. yeah," you nearly whisper, but the way your voice shakes and cracks proves that you're the opposite of okay.

"Please, let me help," he insists, still taking languid steps to make sure he doesn't startle you. All you can do is nod, accepting your fate. You're never one to trust a stranger, let alone a guy, but you're desperate.

He slowly extends his right arm, patiently holding it out for you. You take his hand, surprisingly calloused fingers holding tightly onto your wrist. "I'm Jacob," he softly grunts as he swiftly pulls you up "Well, Jake."

As you rise to your feet, his face becomes clearer, the moon shining just enough light for you to be able to scan his features. The same man you saw in the house earlier. The first thing you notice is his perfectly plump lips, then his sharp cheekbones, his eyebrows slightly knitted together in worry. The longer you look, the more you fall for him. You absolutely do not believe in love at first sight, but he might just be an exception.

However, you do notice something else. He looks sick.

You brush it off as makeup and pat yourself down "Thank you, I'm Y/N." Jake sends you a tight-lipped grin as you both begin to take steps forward "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

"Oh, it's stupid. My friends took me here but left me and I know nobody so I snuck out the back," you swipe away the tears from your cheeks and jawline. His eyebrows furrow and he brings his fingers to his chin "So how'd you get all... messy?" You feel his eyes linger on the large cut down your thigh, blood still trickling out.

"Well... I decided I didn't wanna go back in there, so I tried to hop the fence." A hushed chuckle leaves his lips and you start to realize just how dumb you sound, blood quickly rushing to your cheeks. "I know it's dumb I should've just gone through the house..." you trail off, bringing your cold scraped hands up to your hot face.

"Oh darling, I understand," he grasps the metal fence, opening it for you and placing his hand on the small of your back as he follows you out of the front yard. Darling. Replaying the word in your head, your tummy fills with butterflies fluttering around in your tummy. Knock it off. He's a stranger.

"Can you drive?" His hand never leaves its place on your back. "Considering the fact I didn't drink... I'd say yeah," you kick a rock as you both walk away from the house "but I don't have my car." Suddenly it grows eerily silent, and you become aware of a forest ahead. "Good."

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, turning to face him. "Can I show you something?" He reaches out to grab your wrist, but you dodge. Fear courses through veins, you frantically look around, searching for anyone to be your knight in shining armor.

"Uh.. my friends are probably looking for me," you smile, hesitantly stepping back. "You sure? Because last time I was in there nobody knew who you were..." Jake steps closer to you, his eyes dark and pupils dilated.

Your own eyes widen as you look around you, without much thought you remove your heels and dart off into the woods.

You run and run until you absolutely cannot push yourself any further. Collapsing against a tree, you drop your heels, letting the tree hold your weight as you sob into your hands. For a minute, you believe you've lost him, struggling to catch your breath as sobs leave your body.

You're proven wrong as you hear the crunch of leaves beneath his boots. Your heart races and tears flow from your eyes like melting wax on a burning candle. At this point, you're ready to give up.

Jake takes slow steps toward you, as he approaches, he brings his hand up to your waist. He firmly squeezes the meat of your waistline, shooting a sharp pain into your side as he pulls you into him. "Look at me," he demands, his voice low and raspy.

You listen, not just out of fear for your life, but also curiosity. Your eyes flick up to his, wide and fearful as they dart across his face. His other hand grabs your hair in a ponytail "I know you're scared baby, I don't blame you."

Silent sobs leave your body in a mix of fear, confusion, anger, and something else you can't quite put your finger on. Jake violently pulls your head to the side, revealing your neck to him "I'm not gonna hurt you, I don't want to. I promise."

You try your best to keep your crying unknown, but it's no use. Your chest bounces and choked noises escape from your lips. Jake lets go of your hair, both of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. "Oh please, don't cry," he begs, cleaning up your smudged mascara before coming down to lick the tears from your face. Your brows furrow at the act, but you'd be dead lying if you said you didn't half enjoy it.

His face lingers near yours, your eyes darting all over his face. By now, you are strictly breathing in each other's breaths "Do you want to kiss me?" Your breath hitches in your throat at the question, his face inching even closer than before. It's as if your body is betraying you, you're unable to say anything even if you tried.

If you didn't want to, you'd pull away.

Finally, you manage to nod. A small tight-lipped smile plays on his lips "I have something first..." Confusion and anticipation swirl through your head, you quirk an eyebrow as you wait for what's next.

He doesn't speak, instead, bearing his teeth and dragging two pointed teeth along your lower lip. Your eyes widen and your heartbeat speeds to an impossible pace. There's no way.

Slowly and painfully he begins to sink them into the flesh of your red lips just far enough to create two beads of blood. You suck in a quick gasp as he licks the wounds before pressing his lips against yours. A tingly feeling becomes evident in your stomach and you find yourself oddly aroused by the situation.

"Holy shit. Jake. You're-" he cuts you off, his lips crashing against yours.

You lift your arms, grasping onto the back of his head and pushing him into you. The sting of his lips pressing against the fresh cuts on yours is so deliciously painful. Nothing about this is right.

His hands come up to grope your ass, eliciting a desperate whine into his mouth. You pull him even closer, letting him walk you backward into a tree, never breaking contact. The throb between your legs becomes unbearable as you bury your fingers into his scalp and Jake tugs on your hair.

"Y/N, there's a reason I chose you tonight," his hands sneak around your body, smoothing over the swell of your breasts. Jake groans as he feels your stiffened nipples under his palms. "Why's that?" You mutter, your voice hushed and sultry as your hands begin to wander all over his body, your lips pressed to his jawline.

"Because you were the most beautiful thing to walk through that door," he breathes, slotting a knee between your thighs and grasping your waist. You can't help but let out a tiny moan and pull his face towards you, desperately missing the contact. He pulls back, keeping you still against the tree by your waist "The moment I saw you I knew I'd have you." Jake's strength is unbelievable. You cannot move at all, you're all but squirming as you try to touch him.

"Do you want to fuck me, Y/N?"

The question shocks you and before you can think you begin to nod, then shake your head no, then you nod again. As you're granted his mouth on yours, you slip your tongue between his lips, dragging it over his teeth and pricking it on his canine's. Jake hums against your tongue, pulling away and wrapping one hand around your neck "I gotta hear you say it, darling." You swallow thickly against his neck, discomfort creeping up your throat as he gently squeezes.

"Yes," you whine, your fingers massaging his scalp as you try your hardest to kiss him "Please." He licks up your jawline and peppers kisses to the area. You snake your arm down to his abdomen and untuck his shirt, the tips of your fingers creeping up under the fabric.

He drops his hand and a sharp sting burns on your neck, sucking in a loud gasp and clamping your eyes shut as you realize he's biting you. The pain only lasts a few moments before he withdrawals from you, lapping at the wounds.

Suddenly he slaps your hand away from his torso and sinks down, dragging his calloused fingers down your bare thighs. "Jake what are you-" you're shushed, shock coursing through your veins as his hot breath fans over the deep cut on your thigh.

You throw your head back and let out a cry through gritted teeth in agony as he points his tongue, cleaning the blood from your wound.

"Shit! Jake, fuck," You wail, the pain numbing your body and your vision going blurry. After the blood is cleaned, Jake leans back and places kisses to each wound, a sharp pain shooting up your leg at each peck. "You're delicious, love," he praises "and I haven't even gotten to the best part."

A rush of exhilaration surges through your veins, your insides feeling as if they've just burst into flames. "Please," is all you can muster as Jake starts to draw a line of kisses up your thigh and then down the other. "Patience, love."

You roll your eyes dramatically and sigh, your head spinning as you wait for his next move. Jake continues to draw slow lines of pecks all over your legs as his hands find their place under the skirt of your dress. Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest once his cold fingers reach your panties, his hands resting just on top of your hips.

"You're such a good girl. Being so still and quiet for me," Jake speaks through kisses to your legs that are moving higher and higher by the second. You fight the urge to say something, instead letting him lead the way. At this point you're so wound up that just a slight touch to your heat might drive you mad.

His hands slide down, snagging on your thong and tugging them down. "Shit," Jake groans "Lace?" You can't see his face, but you know he's looking up to you, and your cheeks burn up.

"I- it's just- they're the only clean ones I had..." You stammer, tucking your hair away from your face. "Don't lie to me, baby," Jake smooths his hands over your thighs before bringing one up with a slap against your ass. "I'm not. I- I promise," you lie, chewing on your nails.

Jake simply ignores you, pulling your panties down to your ankles and hiking your dress up past your core.

"Oh baby, you just wanted your pretty little pussy to get a little attention tonight, huh?" He taunts you, bringing his thumb up to your slit and collecting juices. A breathy moan slips out of your lips, your hands involuntarily flying to his hair. Just that interaction alone was enough to make you squirm.

"Mhm..." you can't seem to lie any longer, as if he's forcing you to tell the truth. Jake lays a kiss on the very top of your clit, a shock of electricity flowing through your body. "Yeah, how long has it been since someone fucked you right?"

Just as you go to speak, a moan rips through your chest. Jake drags his fingers through your folds, spreading your arousal all over. "I don't- don't know," you whimper as you melt into his touch, throwing your head back into the tree behind you.

Jake continues to tease you, pressing featherlight kisses to your slit. "M'gonna fuck you so good baby," he speaks through kisses down your inner thigh "make you forget anybody you've had before me."

His words only make you ache even more, your clit crying out to be touched. "Then do it, Jake," you whine "please." You hear a low snicker below you, Jake snakes his hands up your thighs and squeezes rather harshly "beg."

"Please Jake, please touch me. Make me forget everyone who came before you. Make me yours, please," you pet his hair as you speak, so incredibly aroused you can't think of anything but Jake's body. "Atta girl," he whispers lowly, a groan rumbling out from his chest as he breathes over your throbbing cunt.

Jake brings himself incredibly close to your heat, at this point, you're so aroused it's almost painful. Jake begins to kitten lick your incredibly hard clit, and you fight the incredible urge to push his face into you. "So fucking wet," Jake groans, your arousal glistening in the moonlight. "Jake, please... I- I can't," you cry, unable to wait any longer.

Without warning, Jake sucks your clit into his mouth. "Oh- oh fuck," you throw your head back, involuntarily bucking your hips. The velvety feeling of his tongue swirling around your clit as he hums against you is pure pleasure. Just as you get used to his mouth on you, his fingers come up to toy with your entrance, a loud desperate moan tumbling out of your lips.

You're so focused on the pleasure, that you nearly forget that you're in the middle of a forest "Somebody's gonna hear you, baby.." Your head begins to spin once again as you imagine someone hearing you, finding yourself suddenly enjoying yourself even more. "Fuck. You're filthy," Jake speaks lowly with a grin just before continuing his attack on your clit, still just teasing your entrance.

The feeling of his calloused fingers toying with your weeping cunt as his tongue circles around your swollen clit draws you closer and closer to the edge. Your head hangs down as your arms instinctively fly to his head, gently pushing him into you. Jake fights against your hands, a weak whimper flying out of your mouth as he shoves two fingers into you.

"Don't do that," he nips at your thigh "Be a good girl and put your hands behind your back for me." His fingers never stop, viciously ramming up into you as he speaks. You do just as he commanded, reluctantly holding your hands behind your back and struggling to stay inconspicuous.

Jake starts to kitten lick your swollen clit, choked moans fall from your lips as you feel your orgasm approach. Your knees buckle and you writhe against him, his fingers curling up and hitting every single spot just right.

"Oh fuck- right there.. right there," you whine, squirming above him. Just then, he pulls his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth. You let out a cry at the loss of your approaching climax, watching in disbelief as he licks your juices clean from his hand. A guttural groan bubbles up from deep within his chest at the taste, and for a fleeting moment you swear you saw his eyes glow a dark crimson red.

"What the fuck?" You whine, your brows furrowed as he rises to his feet. Jake brings his face to your ear and licks at your neck, his hot breath feeling as if it's burning into your skin "I wanna make you fall apart. Wanna make you so fucking wet for me. I know what I'm doing, just trust me, baby."

You have no choice but to trust him, afraid that if you say something you'll be robbed of the perfect orgasm again. You don't know what to do, your heart pounding in anticipation as his lips drag along your neck. "I want you to take me," he whispers between heavy breaths "Take me right here. Like the fucking slut I know you are."

Your heart skips a beat and you hear your heartbeat in your ears "You're so fucking good. Touch me, darling. Do whatever you please with me." Your stomach flutters, your arms moving before you can even think about what you're doing.

Your fingers find his pants, tracing the hem with your index finger before slightly dipping it in. With your other arm, you pull him into you and smash your lips against his. Impatiently unzipping his pants, you push them down as soon as you get the chance.

You don't even try to hold back or act calm, you're finally getting what you so desperately want. Anticipation courses through your veins as your fingers dance along the hem of his boxers, a deep groan tumbling from his lips and into your mouth once you dip two fingers in.

Your cold fingers nearly burn against his skin, your other arm still wrapped around him and buried deep in the tresses of his hair. Finally, you manage to wrap your hand around him, a deep moan escaping your mouth as you feel him pulsate against you.

You push his boxers down, meeting his pants at his feet. Another deep groan rumbles up from his chest as his cock springs free, his tip brushing against the fabric of your dress. Without a second thought, you drop to your knees, your hands instantly coming up to fondle his base.

Jake sucks in a sharp breath, obviously very pleasantly surprised. The ache between your legs grows even more as you hold him in both of your hands. He has the most perfect cock. He's the perfect length and girth, more than enough to fill you up completely.

Knocking yourself out of the trance his cock has you in, you spit on his length and start to stroke him at a painfully slow pace. You'd get him back for earlier, for robbing you of what you needed so badly.

Jake's hips begin to buck into your hand as you continue that same pace from earlier, desperate groans bubbling up from his chest. "Fuck- I'm not stupid," Jake murmurs, sending another involuntary thrust of his hips into your hand.

You ignore his statement, a devilish smile playing on your lips as you begin to tug on him, your thumb brushing over his slit. Breathy moans flow freely from his mouth in a mix of frustration and pleasure. You come down to draw a line of kisses down his length, lifting him slightly to lick a stripe up to his tip from underneath.

You don't break contact with him, continuing to tease his tip with kisses and kitten licks all while stroking him as slow as you possibly can. You nearly break him, slight noises spewing from his mouth as he continues to fuck himself into your hand harder and sloppier.

That is until he digs his fingers into your scalp, grabbing a bunch of hair and pulling you back. Tears prick at your waterline as he begins to pull you up by your hair, a loud yelp slipping past your swollen lips. "You fucking whore," Jake growls, letting go of your hair and pulling you into him by your waist with an iron-clad grasp.

"Please," you whimper, taking the opportunity to grind your body against his. Without another word, he's flipping you around with a grunt and throwing you into the tree. You throw your arms out and catch yourself on the tree, your palms throbbing as you scrape them even more.

A moan rips through your chest and for some sick reason, you find yourself even more turned on than before, if it's possible. "Fuck, baby. You like that? Do you like being hurt?" Jake's upper body is flush against your back, a chill sneaking up your body as he whispers in your ear.

You've never considered yourself a masochist, let alone someone who enjoys pain in general, but for Jake, you might be. Before you can fully process the question, you frantically nod your head. Jake presses his palm against your back, pushing you down and forcing you to bend over.

Your back arches slightly, allowing yourself to put on a show for him as you swivel your hips. The anticipation is too much, the feeling of his rough hands hiking up your dress and smoothing over your ass sending you into a frenzy. "You wanna be fucked so bad don't you pretty?" He slaps your ass, the other hand coming around your body and finding your heat.

"You're so fucking wet for me," Jake snarls, bending slightly to whisper in your ear. "M'gonna make you mine," his voice is low and gravely, a whine leaving your lips at the statement.

You hang your head as you wait, the throb between your legs becoming impossible to ignore. Jake's hand is still toying with your soaked pussy, his rough fingers running through your incredibly slick folds. "Jacob..."

"What is it?" He knows exactly what you want, simply just teasing to worsen your suffering. "Jake please," you whimper, trying your very best to keep calm "Make me yours." You hear a deep snicker from behind you, a shock of electricity flowing through your body as he begins to drag his tip through your cunt.

You push yourself back onto him, not at all expecting him to push into you. "Oh fuck," you cry, feeling every inch of him as he so deliciously stretches you out. "Shit- you feel so fucking good," he snarls, his hips faltering slightly as he begins to find the perfect rhythm.

Jake's hand comes in contact with your clit, sending your head flying back with a string of hushed curses at the feeling. He doesn't hold back, the skin of his thighs clashing with the backs of yours, the hand not toying with your sensitive clit slapping your ass before returning to its place on your hip.

The pattern Jake has set is so rough yet so sweet. His hips roll as they thrust into you relentlessly while his other hand babies your swollen bud. "Do you like this?" Jake grunts, punctuating each word with an intoxicating thrust.

"Like- fuck- like what?" You stutter, pushing yourself with your hands to fuck yourself back onto him even harder. "Being treated like a slut out here in the open," he growls "Anyone can walk in and see us. Anyone can hear you moan for me like a little whore."

His words mixed with the rhythm of his hips and the way his fingers dance along your clit elicit sick noises you didn't even know you could make. "Mhm..." You moan, clawing at the bark of the tree to keep yourself as quiet as possible.

"Tell me how much you love it, darling," he rasps, and you can tell it's getting harder for him to form sentences. The hand at your hip finds its way to your neck, squeezing ever so gently and pulling you up into him.

You fail to form a sentence, his hand squeezing harder than before "go on, say it." All that comes out as you open your mouth is a pathetic squeal, bringing one hand off the tree to grasp the wrist around your throat.

"I love it, Jake," a cry of pleasure falling past your lips as he delivers a particularly sharp thrust into you "It's so fucking hot." His cock lit the embers deep within you, a fire sparking in your core as he buries himself so far inside you.

His hand keeps its grip around your throat, the other still teasing your clit. "Oh, fuck!" You nearly shout, your thighs aching as you continue to fuck yourself onto him every chance you get. "You're a noisy little thing aren't you?" Jake grunts with every thrust, his hips beginning to falter.

You respond with an involuntary high-pitched moan, rolling your hips against his fingers. The fire inside you grows, flames dancing throughout your body and spreading to every limb. It's clear he loved to hear you, fucking harder into you with every peep from your mouth.

It felt almost as if he was made for you. As if he'd fucked you a thousand times before. You don't know if you could live without it after tonight.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, choked moans and squeals flowing freely from your lips. "You're so fucking hot," Jake rasps "so fucking warm and tight around my cock baby."

At this point you know you won't last much longer, the fire burning inside you beginning to violently dance around every inch of your body and the coil in your tummy tightening. "Jake I'm gonna-" you interrupt yourself with a near shriek, completely blocking out your surroundings and focusing on nothing but Jake.

"You gonna cum, pretty? You gonna make a mess all over my cock?" He struggles to get the sentence out, his cock ramming so far into you it's nearly touching your cervix. "Yes. I'm so close..." It's getting harder and harder for you to breathe, Jake's hand keeping still against your throat.

"Fuck- cum for me, baby. C'mon," Jake coos, his hand rubbing rough, merciless circles into your clit as his cock hits a sweet spot with each and every thrust.

He feels like pure heaven, the sinful way he fucks so hard into you driving you straight to the edge. Your eyes clamp shut as you feel your orgasm creep up "fuck! Oh my god, fuck me." Suddenly, like harsh waves crashing against a shore, your orgasm fully takes over.

"That's it, baby. Fuck. Cum for me, just like that," Jake groans, delivering one final sharp thrust before his hot release spurts into you, painting your walls in ivory slick.

Jake's got you reduced to nothing but a whimpering, panting mess, and you love it.

It takes you a moment to come back to earth, Jake's cock still buried deep inside you. "You're such a good girl," his hands leave their place, coming to rest on the swell of your ass. You try to respond, but nothing comes out.

Jake lifts a hand and forces it down against your ass, the pads of his fingers massaging the supple flesh. A loud yelp flies last your lips at the contact, your body jutting forward.

"M'gonna pull out, okay?" He smooths his hand over the red skin of the back of your thighs, soothing the sting. You manage to mumble out an 'okay', clamping your eyes shut and practically holding your breath.

Sucking in a hiss, he pulls out, juices immediately dripping down your thigh. His hands grasp your waist, spinning you around to face him. "Touch yourself. Clean yourself up for me."

Your eyes blow wide at the command, but you do as he says anyway. Your clit is still wildly overstimulated, a whimper leaving your mouth at the slightest touch. You collect juices with your fingers, painfully spreading them all around your core.

"Jake I- I can't," you whine, your knees buckling as you press your fingers against your clit, your other arm grasping at the back of his neck for support. "Yes, you can. C'mon, be a good little slut," he presses, coming down to lay open-mouth kisses against your neck.

A cry leaves your lips, that same fire sparking again as you shove two fingers inside your entrance. Jake grabs your arm, pulling your fingers from yourself and bringing it to his lips. Slowly, he takes them into his mouth, his saliva cleaning the juices completely off your fingers.

"So fucking good. Now get on your knees," Jake demands "lick it off."

Again, you do as he says, sinking to your knees and grasping the base of his cock. You drag your tongue along his length from base to tip, licking every inch and making sure you got every last drop. "Atta girl."

Jake slowly helps you up, pressing your back against the tree and smashing his lips against yours. "Does it taste good baby?" Jake growls between kisses, massaging his fingers into your scalp. "Mhm," you whine, your arms wrapping around his body before he pulls back completely.

The two of you simply just look into each other's faces, breathing in the sweet taste and smell of sex that lingers in the air. "Let me take you home."

You simply just nod, Jake pulling his clothes back on as you grab your heels and slide your damp panties off your body. "So.. how does this work?"

"What?" Jake looks to you as the two of you begin walking back to the party.

"The whole... Vampire.. thing..." You trail off, looking down at the leaves crunching beneath both of your feet. You hear him chuckle to himself, amused by your curiosity.

"Y'know it's crazy how much people get wrong," he takes your hand in his "it's not a big deal, really. But if I go too long without specific needs, it could hurt me."

The two of you reach the entrance of the forest, street lights flickering along the road. When you look at him, he looks a lot more alive, significantly less tired and sick than earlier. "So... what, you feed with blood? That's kinda.. basic."

"Something like that, yeah. That and sex, basically," Jake laughs through his words, inching closer and closer to the party. "Sex?" You giggle, looking at him. "Yeah.. is something wrong with that?"

The two of you reach his car "No... I just didn't expect it." Jake opens the door for you, letting you slip in before shutting it and rounding the car to get in the driver's side.

"It's basically like.. energy feeding? It's hard to explain."

---

"So you don't turn to dust in the sunlight?" You both laugh. "No. I don't even know where that came from.."

Jake's car slows to a stop "This it?" Apparently, you'd lost track of time because as you look out your window, you see your house. "Mhm," you get out of the car, walking up to the steps of your home and letting Jake meet you there.

He pulls you into a kiss "I hope you had fun tonight, darling." A large smile finds its way on your face "I did."

"Hey, uh... How can I see you again?"

"I was hoping you'd say that." Jake reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a piece of paper with his number already on it, and holding it out to you with a smile "Call me when you get lonely."

.

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[shutupdevvie]

don’t mind me just. reading my bedtime stories.

wake // by daisyful

18+

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pairings: jake x reader

word count: 1k

summary: saw a tweet that said ‘jake deserves morning head’ and so…here’s this short little thing :)

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When you wake, his hand is pressed warm to your thigh. There’s a fine layer of sweat between the limbs from the body heat.

You glance over and he’s still sound asleep, his dark eyelashes still, his lips parted in a soft sigh. He’s likely not deep in sleep any longer, as his breathing is lighter.

Under the cream linen covers, you roll over to straddle his naked thigh, then lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

His breath hitches, and his eyes are blinking open at you.

“Hey there,” you say, low and soft, with a gentle smile.

Reaching above his head to stretch, he offers a grin back, and a sleepy hum in acknowledgement that he heard you.

“G’morning, sweetheart,” he says, punctuating his sentence with a sigh. Then, as he comes to a little more, he glances down under where the blanket has draped around your back, noticing your naked self pressed to him.

“Mm,” he hums and wraps his arm around you, drawing you into a hug, “Nice way to wake up.”

You nod and then bring your lips to hiss for a gentle kiss. He sighs into it, and you hum.

There’s a few more simple kisses before you trail your way down his cheek to his jaw. He groans softly as you lick at the skin, his hips pushing up against you.

“You’re wet,” he says in his deep, sleepy tone. You nod and continue kissing down his neck.

He groans in understanding of where this is going, and shimmies his hips to get comfortable on the bed. You move down his body, finally settling next to his thigh, your body touching his in an many places as you can manage.

One of your legs is thrown over his, your arm closer to the bed propped up so your hand can touch his side, and your other hand reaching out to wrap around his growing erection.

He sucks in a breath when you give the first stroke over him. His eyes flutter shut, his head flopping back into the pillow, and his lips open mildly.

The blanket stays tucked around your waist and his calves, keeping some of the warmth from sleep with you both.

As you work your hand over him, up and down the length of him, he tilts his head down to watch you. He looks dazed, just barely coming out of his dreams and into his world with you. He looks at peace, and turned on, a wonderful combination.

His tongue darts out to lick at his bottom lip, and his hips writhe again as you stroke him more seriously.

“Fuck…” it’s a soft sigh from him, accompanied by the soft furrow of his brow as he looks down at you with barely-opened eyes.

There’s not much more that needs to be said, like this. Sex with Jake in the morning is nice—it’s unhurried, and softer, with no real expectations. It’s quiet, too, with mostly the noises of slick skin and unstoppable curses and breaths.

One of his hands moves up to rake through his hair and settle at the back of his head. His other lands on your shoulder, ghosting his fingers over your skin.

You lean forward and press a kiss to the head of him, relishing in the warmth against your lips and the subtle smell of salt and sex on his skin. He hums in appreciation.

Kissing it again, you sneak a look up at him and he’s watching you with a soft gaze. He offers a small nod, encouraging you to go further.

The first lick against him draws a shuddering breath from him. His stomach tenses, and his fingertips grip at your shoulder.

You’ve always loved the taste and feeling of him, but those things coupled with the haze of the Saturday morning is elevated to an entirely other level of simple pleasure.

As you take him further down to suck on the head, you’re rewarded with a low groan, and the middle of his eyebrows tipping up. Fueled by it, you sink down around him until your nose brushes the trimmed hairs at the base.

“Ahh..shit…” he breathes out, his thighs twitching at the sudden movement.

The width of him nestled in your throat makes you fight your gag reflex, taking a shallow breath through your nose and bobbing slightly.

His hand moves to his stomach, splaying his palm across his belly as his eyes shut. He takes a deep breath and licks at his bottom lip.

You pull off of him, your spit coating him and pooling in your mouth. He looks down at you again as you let the saliva drip out of your mouth and onto him, his irises dark.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, nibbling on his lip, “so pretty.”

It makes you grin before you sink back down around him, taking him all the way into your mouth and nudging at your throat over and over, until he’s starting to breathe heavy, his hips squirm every so often, and your favorite of all: soft whimpers escape him uncontrollably here and there, shrouded slightly by his sleepy demeanor.

He trades the whimpers for mumbled curses, until finally, it’s,

“Gonna cum,”

Breathless from his lips. Through teary eyes, you can see his head thrown back, and you keep your mouth warm around him, letting him spill onto the flat of your tongue. You swallow him down and suck gently on the head until he brushes your cheek, signaling for you to come up.

You release him with a soft pop of your lips, and then with a matching grin, crawl up to sit atop him.

He hums, pleased, and strokes your cheek. His hair is everywhere, brown and wavy and tangled, and his fair skin is contrasted with the flush of his cheeks.

“That on your mind as soon as you wake up?” he giggles.

You nod and bring his hand to your lips, kissing his fingertips.

“Barely awake and you want a cock in your mouth,” he shakes his head as his grin widens.

“Just your cock,” you smile, kissing his thumb.

“That’s right, doll,” he laughs, “just mine.”

fin.

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[shutupdevvie]

everything hurts

evergreen — part one

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Series Summary: Jake takes you on your first vacation to the cabin the gang stays at every year. When memories of past relationships loom heavy, will this vacation send cracks through the foundation of safety and trust you have in each other?

Chapter Summary: Jake picks the worst room possible to share with you.

Pairings: Jake x Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny | Genre: fluff, angst, emotional h/c | Word Count: 3.5k | Warnings: drinking, sexual innuendo, mentions of infidelity

A/N: Hi it's me again with another Cabin Fever fic :)) I've had this one bouncing around the ol' noodle for a while now, and I'm finally trying my hand at it. It's a direct sequel to Cabin Fever and No Strings Attached, set about a year after No Strings. I don't know how many chapters it's going to have, but I hope you like this first one! ♡

“God, am I glad we decided to drive together. No way the boys would have let us stop for drinks so many times.”

You looked over at your best friend and smiled, cradling the peppermint mocha you’d gotten at the last Starbucks you'd come to before you truly left civilization. She was holding a latte in one hand and steering Josh’s jeep with the other, humming along to the playlist you'd put on.

“You don’t think we could have convinced them?” you asked. “We do have some feminine charm at our disposal.”

She grinned. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. And since Danny’s driving, and he can't say no to either one of us, we probably could have gotten away with it.”

You propped your feet up on the dashboard, enjoying the scenery of the winding road through the woods as she drove. You were headed to the infamous cabin you’d heard so much about, the one they’d vacationed in each fall for the past two years. It would be your first time there — you and Jake had started dating a few months after they went last time, and you were looking forward to being a part of the friendship lore the trip held now that you were a part of the family.

Baby gestured to her bag in the back. “Grab my notebook out of there,” she said. “It’s got a list of things I want us to do this week. Look it over and add stuff that I missed.”

You did as she said, perusing her neat handwriting and seeing things like make breakfast together and have a movie marathon. At the top, with a little smiley face by it, was a neatly penned item reading break the bed.

You laughed. “Ah, I see where your priorities are.”

She glanced over at the list and gave you a smirk. “It’s tradition. Nobody bats an eye about it. I can guarantee you it’s high on Jake’s list too.”

You felt a dull blush creep up your neck at that. It was no secret that you and Jake were intimate, but there was something about this trip that made you a little nervous, perhaps foolishly so. The last time they’d all come, Jake had brought his ex, Izzy, with him. That had been before she cheated on him and he broke up with her, but they’d no doubt broken the bed that trip when everything had seemed fine between them.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m coming?” you asked.

She waved you off. “Of course. Don't even ask. You’re in the Kiszka-Wagner clan now, sparrow, and it wouldn't be a family vacation without you.”

You wondered briefly if she’d said the same to Izzy last year. Of course she would have been kind to Jake’s then-girlfriend, but you wished that you'd gotten to be the first girl Jake brought to the cabin.

She looked over at you and smiled. “I’m really glad you’re coming. I would be bored to death if it was just me and the boys.”

“I don't know,” you teased. “Judging by this list, you’d have kept busy.”

She laughed. “Well, maybe. But I want to spend time with you, just as much as I want to spend time with the guys doing whatever they can cook up.”

You smiled, deciding to forget your worry and just enjoy the trip. “Speaking of,” you said, “we should add that cooking show competition thing to the list.”

“Oh, yeah!” she agreed. “Write that down. We're definitely doing that.”

You penciled it in where you could find space, and the two of you spent the last few minutes of your trip coming up with ideas for things you could do over the week. Songwriting was the most important to the boys; Baby said they usually took a lot of time to work on new songs when they had the time and leisure to play around with them in a low-pressure environment. 

“Lunch has got to be the first thing we do, though,” she said. “I'm starving.”

“Me too,” you said dramatically. “Should I text the guys and ask them to throw a pizza in the oven or something?”

She turned onto a long dirt road. “Maybe we got lucky and they already did,” she said. “Because.... ta-da! We're here!” She pulled into dirt driveway that led up to a big, snug-looking cabin nestled into the trees. Josh and Sam were unpacking Danny’s truck, and you parked next to them.

“Well well well,” Josh teased, giving his girlfriend a quick kiss hello. “Look who finally showed up.”

“Had to get coffee, honey,” she insisted. Josh opened the back of his jeep and started pulling out your bags. “We can do that, though. You guys just unloaded all your stuff.”

“Don't worry about it,” he said sweetly. “Come on inside. Danny's got lunch going.”

“Oh, thank god,” she sighed. She followed Josh as he took her bags inside, and you stood by the jeep, a little shy about walking in by yourself, wondering where Jake was.

Before you could start feeling too lonely, you were swept up in a bear hug from behind. You squeaked in protest as your feet left the ground, giggling when you realized who it was.

“Just me, sparrow,” Jake teased, setting you back down and kissing your cheek. “Not a wild animal, I promise.”

You smiled, feeling much more at ease now that you were with him. “How was I supposed to know? All the way out here in the woods, anything could happen.”

“Nah, I gotcha. No bear attacks for my best girl, if I can help it.” He took your bags from the trunk. “You ready for the grand tour?”

You took his arm when he extended it to you in a very gentlemanly fashion. “Lead the way, Mr. Kiszka.”

He showed you inside the cabin, pointing out the kitchen, the living room, and the back porch.

“Basement’s down there,” he said, walking you past another door on your way to the bedrooms. “We’ll get that set up after lunch so we can work on some music later.”

The cabin was cosy and rustic, the perfect place for a getaway with your best friends and your boyfriend. You hugged his arm as he led you down the hall, and he showed you the bunk room and three other bedrooms, each with a single, big bed.

He ushered you into the last bedroom and started unpacking your bags, putting your clothes neatly in the dresser drawers next to his things.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, a little guilty. 

“It’s no trouble, sweetheart.” He finished and nudged the drawer closed with his hip. “How do you like our room?”

“It’s lovely,” you said sincerely. The king sized bed was spread with colorful quilts and pillows, and it reminded you a little of the cabin you’d shared when you got together. You scooched close to him. “It’s romantic.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you like it. Anywhere would be romantic with you, but I like it too. I staked my claim on this room last year, mostly because it’s the darkest, and you know how I get about sleeping with any lights on.”

Your heart sank a little, any amorous thoughts dissolving as quickly as they’d come. So this was the room he’d shared with Izzy the last time he was here? You knew it shouldn’t bother you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn't.

“Oh,” you said, not sure what you should say. 

He read your discomfort. “What’s wrong? You don't like it?”

You shook your head and tried for a smile. Obviously it didn’t bother him, and you didn’t want to cause trouble your first five minutes there. 

“No, it’s great,” you said. “I love it. You have very good taste.”

He kissed you. “I know,” he said pleasantly. He took your hand. “Come on. Let’s see what everybody else is doing.”

They were in the kitchen making lunch, chattering on about memories the cabin held for them, and you felt the weight of your discomfort a little more sharply. You didn’t know any of these inside jokes, nor the antics that had gone on here at the cabin; you tried to remind yourself that you’d make plenty of memories with them this week and tried not to let it bother you.

After lunch, you all made your way down to the basement, where you helped get things set up to the boys’ satisfaction. Christmas lights were strung overhead, amps and instruments set up, comfy couches and chairs rearranged.

“Hey, do you think you can teach me some new stuff this week?” you asked, venturing over to where Jake was taking his guitar out of its case. You weren’t the best at guitar, but Jake was always patient with you, and under his kind direction you’d improved more than you’d ever hoped you could.

He smiled. “Sure, honey. I’d like to.” He nodded towards Sam and Danny. “I think your boys are trying to rope us into a hike right now, though.”

“We just got here,” you said, amused.

“You know Sammy,” Jake said. “Always looking for some adventure to get into.”

You went to talk to “your boys” and found that Sam was, indeed, planning a trek into the woods. Danny seemed perfectly willing to go along with his boyfriend’s scheme, as he generally always was, but told you that there was no pressure to join them.

“Aw, you don't want to miss it, sparrow,” Sam protested. “You have to see the waterfall.”

You’d heard of this enigmatic, hidden waterfall, and your curiosity was piqued. 

“Fine, but somebody’s making me apple cider when we get back,” you said.

Sam gave Danny’s shoulder an affectionate slap. “Dan’s got that covered. Don't you, babe?”

Danny rolled his eyes and smiled. “Yes, I’ll make sure sparrow has a festive little drink as a reward for putting up with you.”

“Good man,” Sam said cheerfully.

Baby and the twins were cajoled into coming with you as well, and you set out into the chilly woods together to find the waterfall. You huddled into a flannel jacket you’d stolen from Jake forever ago, enjoying the crisp autumn weather and the company.

Jake, Josh, and Baby were leading your group; you hung with Sam and Danny a few paces back, thankful for Danny’s steadying hand when you came to overgrown parts on the trail.

“Did you guys pick a room yet?” Danny asked, holding your hand as you stepped over a fallen tree trunk. “Sam was too excited to get outside for us to decide on one, but I guess we’ll just go with the same one we had last year.”

You gave him a rueful smile. “Well, Jake picked ours. Care to guess which one?”

“Probably the last one on the right,” he said, frowning a little. “He picked that one last time, but... oh, I see what the trouble is there.”

Sam found a sturdy walking stick in the brush. “Jake can be kind of an idiot sometimes.”

“Yeah,” you said, a little more bitterly than you’d intended. “Not the smartest choice, I thought, but hey.”

“Just tell him,” Sam suggested. “He’s not that much of an idiot that he’d make you stay there once he knew why you didn't want to.”

“Oh, I don't know,” you said, hesitant. “I don’t want to be annoying. It’s just a bedroom, after all.”

“Yeah, with a big, comfy bed he’s shared with someone else.”

Danny elbowed him. “Not helping, love.”

Sam looked a little abashed, then, but his easy, incorrigible smile won out.

“Sorry, Sparrow. I'm kind of an idiot sometimes too. But I do think you should just tell him.”

“You can have mine and Sammy’s room,” Danny offered.

“And I can guarantee that Jake hasn’t slept with either of us in there,” Sam added. You laughed, and Danny shook his head. 

“Samuel Francis,” he said, chiding and affectionate. “You’re terrible at this sort of thing, you know?”

He shrugged, a lazy grin spreading over his face. “Got a laugh out of her, anyway.” He slung his arm over your shoulders. “Don’t fret, my pet. Once you get this bedroom thing sorted out, this week’s gonna be great. Not least because...” He pointed ahead of you with his walking stick. “We’re almost at your waterfall.”

The six of you came through the trees to a beautiful swimming hole and the accompanying waterfall, and you had to admit it was very nice. Jake was looking for skipping stones along the water's edge, and you joined him.

“Hiya, sweetheart,” he said. “Did you have a good time with Sam and Danny?”

“Yeah,” you said truthfully, thankful for their kind advice and help. You handed him a perfectly flat stone to add to his collection. “How’s this one?”

“This one,” he said, holding it up to inspect it, “is a winner. C’mere.”

You did, following him to the bank, and watched him skip your stone an impressive five times across the water. 

“Here, you try,” he said, handing you a few. 

“I’m not very good at it,” you said hesitantly.

He grinned. “Sweet!” At your confused look, he softened and pulled you snug against him, your back to his chest. “Gives me an excuse to get real close and teach you how it's done. I didn’t know how I was going to convince you to let me teach you if you were good at it.”

You smiled and snuggled close to him. “Don’t worry. I would have pretended not to know.”

Giving you some pointers, he stretched your arm out and showed you how to move your wrist just so. He did it with you a few times, sneaking kisses here and there, and you probably would have been more successful if you hadn't been so distracted by his warmth and affection.

“Okay, you try,” he said, letting you go.

“No, one more,” you said, wanting him close.

He chuckled. “How about some incentive? I'll give you a kiss for every skip.”

That was motivation enough, but you tossed the next stone with such vigor that it skated straight under the water without so much as one skip.

“Aw, super,” you said. You looked to Jake. “Can that count?”

He kissed your nose. “Half a point. Try again.”

You did, several times, and earned kisses for each paltry one- and two-skip attempt. Then, finally, your stoke skipped four times.

“Ha!” you said, exultant. “There. Four kisses, please.”

He smiled and obliged you, giving you an extra for a job well done. 

“See?” he said. “You’re pretty good after all.”

“And now you've Pavloved me into expecting kisses every time,” you teased. “That won’t ever get boring.”

He hummed and gently butted his head against yours. “You’re right. It won’t.”

Warm with his affectionate attention, you felt brave enough to bring up the bedroom situation, sure he would understand.

“Can I talk to you about something?” you asked.

“Always, sparrow,” he said gently. “What’s up?”

“Well... I was just wondering if we could switch rooms.”

His brow crinkled. “I mean, sure, if you want. Any reason in particular?”

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“Because, well...” You couldn't make yourself say it, wishing he’d just realize what it was instead of you having to spell it out. You didn't want to make him feel bad, and you definitely didn't want to be the one to drag the memory of his ex into your vacation. “I just want to. I think a little variety would be good for you.”

He gave you a bemused smile. “Okay, honey. Suits me.”

You hugged him, needing him close, and he hugged you back with a tight squeeze.

“I sure do love you, sparrow,” he said with a happy groan. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” you said contentedly. “For both things.”

When the sun started to sink and the air got colder, you made your way back to the cabin and started getting the bonfire going. Sam and Jake got the grill on, serving up a round of hamburgers and Sam’s very artfully crafted veggie sliders, and Josh made drinks while you and Baby helped Danny with the fire. Helped was a bit of a strong word, actually, given that Danny did most of the work, but he was grateful for your efforts all the same.

By the time the sun had set, the six of you were well on your way to being drunk. Josh was nothing if not a craftsman of strong drinks, and you all hung around the fire, tossing the football around and lounging in your camping chairs, talking and laughing and intermittently breaking out into song. The playlist you and Baby had curated was expertly tailored to the musical taste you shared with the boys, and none of them could resist a good tune.

“Listen to his tone on that,” Jake said to you, his accent slipping into tellingly British territory. He gestured with his cup, sloshing a bit over the rim. “I woke up and pressed my lips to a cup full of comfort, wrapped in the bliss of a golden shroud,” he sang, his voice raspy and warm. “God, that guitar sounds so cool.”

You smiled up at him, pleasantly buzzed and dreamy. “Not as cool as yours, honey.”

He grinned and gave you a kiss. “I like you. I think I’ll keep you.”

“Suits me, Jakey.” You draped your arm over his shoulder and let him sway you to the music. Your breaths came in silverly clouds, and you were thankful for his warmth in the chilly night. 

He nuzzled against your jaw, breathing you in, humming along to the tune. “You smell good, sparrow.”

You giggled when his hair brushed against your neck. “Thanks. It’s just soap.”

“It’s you,” he said. “Sunshine and fresh air.”

“Well, I have been out in the sun and the woods all day,” you reasoned.

He kissed a loved mark against your neck, and you lost yourself in his touch. 

“I have a theory,” he said after a moment.

You hummed. “What’s that?”

“You let me make love to you,” he said, “and I’ll make you the best love you ever had.”

You laughed. “That’s not a theory,” you protested. “That’s... a bargain, maybe, but not a theory.”

“Whatever,” he said. He pulled you close. “Bargain, theory, call it what you want. What say you, lassie?”

“Oh, there’s my pirate Jake,” you said, coy and affectionate. “I missed him.”

“He’s all yours, sparrow. Just say the word.”

You looked around the bonfire and saw Sam and Danny playing a card game, both of them laughing far more than any card game could make a person laugh sober. Josh and Baby were entangled in Josh’s camping chair, looking like they might very soon cross out that thing at the top of her list of things to do this week.

You had a mind to cross it off too, and as you’d been promised, Jake was more than amenable.

“Very well, Dread Pirate Kiszka,” you said, swaggering and posh. “As you wish.”

He grinned, wasting no time finishing off his drink and taking you inside. You were giggly and clumsy as you made your way through the dimly lit cabin, and you weren’t paying attention to where he was taking you until you passed the bathroom.

“Hold on,” you said, disentangling yourself from him. “Two seconds. Be right back.”

Going to find him after, you realized with a pang of chagrin that he was in the room he’d said you could move from. What’s more, he was absolutely dead to the world, spreadeagle on the bed with his shoes still on. You would have found it sweet and amusing — apparently even the promise of drunk pirate sex wasn’t enough to combat an unremembered number of tequila sodas — if you hadn't been so unhappy about where he’d fallen asleep.

You swallowed your feelings and gently took his shoes off, setting them neatly against the wall. Surely you could handle one night in this room; you wouldn't dream of bothering Jake by insisting he get up and move when he was already sleeping, not when the reason would be something as silly as your emotions. Getting undressed yourself, you got into bed next to him, trying very hard not to think of another girl who'd done the same thing in this very bed.

He roused just enough to move close to you, draping an arm over you.

“My love,” he mumbled, soft and sweet.

For some reason, you felt like crying. Couldn't he have called you his nickname for you, one you knew had never been used for another?

“I’m here, Jake,” you said softly. You pressed close to him, hiding your face against his shoulder, wishing you could forget every reason not to relax against him completely. Feeling the sting of tears that you knew you wouldn't be able to stop but would try to keep quiet, you weren't sure how successful you would be.

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The Old Oak Tree // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Kissing. Tiniest bit of angst, you can see it if you squint really hard. Language. Cussing. Smut. Penetrative sex (p in v). Unprotected sex. Public sex. Oral sex (m receiving). Let me know if I missed anything.

Author's Note: Jaketober continues!

Summary: Jake invites the reader to join him in a picnic date underneath an old oak tree from your childhoods and reminiscing over past memories and also creating new ones.

The red, orangey colored leaves slowly fall from the old oak tree. One by one, each of them flutter to the ground. Jake picks one up after it lands on his thigh and twists the stem between his thumb and index finger. There’s a slight breeze that blows his hair and brings a sweet scent wafting by his nose. He turns his head to look behind him to see you approaching. He smiles and starts to stand to his feet before you stop and come down to his level. You crossed your legs in front of you as you sat down on the blanket.

“Thank you for coming.” He smiles. He offers you a clear plastic cup of apple cider. “I would’ve used the fancy glasses but I didn’t trust myself to not drop them.”

You giggle and happily take the drink. “It’s been a while since we’ve been out here,” You say as you look around. “We used to come out here all the time.”

He nods his head and takes a drink of his own cider. “We have some fond memories out here,” He says. “Remember when we first found this tree?”

You smile and nod your head. “Yeah, I remember that. We were out here exploring when you spotted it. You said the way the branches weaved made it look like spider webs. You immediately grew attached to it and we both decided that it was our tree.”

“I wonder if I could uproot it and bring it to our house.”

You scoff and shake your head. “And I’m sure you’d find a way.” You say.

He chuckles and takes another drink of the cider. “Remember our first kiss here?” He says. “After homecoming.”

Your cheeks grow warm and he softly laughs. “You wanted to make the whole night romantic. From the intricately arranged corsage with my favorite flowers to making sure the DJ played our song and then sneaking us out here only for you to finally get over your shyness and kiss me.”

Jake rolls his eyes with a smile. “You could have kissed me first too, you know.” He says.

“I was sixteen, Jake. I was scared that even though you liked me, you didn’t like me enough to want to kiss me.”

He shakes his head and reaches out for you. He cups his hand around your cheek and leans in close enough for you to feel his breath against your lips and smell the cider he’s been drinking. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you. Ever since we first held hands, all I ever thought about was kissing you. I imagined your lips feeling as soft as your hands.”

“Were they soft?” You question.

He smiles and nods his head. His eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. “Mmhmm..” He hums before closing the tiny gap between you two and connecting his lips to yours. He pulls away after a few seconds. “Still are..”

You giggle and slightly push on his shoulder. He smiles and reaches for your hand and begins to lightly rub his thumb over your knuckles.

“I also remember the day we broke up underneath this tree.” He chuckles. “Senior year, the band was picking up more traction and we started drifting.. I was so busy with the band and you worked a lot to help with the bills..”

You sadly nod your head. “Yeah.. That was the worst.” You say. “It sucked ass.. I think I cried so much that day that I dehydrated myself.” You scoff. “I thought I was so pathetic crying over you. At the time it was just a high school relationship, why was I so upset about it?”

You hear him humming and he squeezes your hand. “Yeah.. But then.. We ran into each other again–what, a couple years after graduation?”

You nod your head. “Yeah.. The four of you came back after touring for so long and somehow the two of us ended up back here.”

He nods his head and lifts his chin to look up at the nearly bare branches of the tree. “I found myself coming out here to clear my head,” He says. “Life had gotten so chaotic that I needed an escape.. So that one day, I snuck away from all of the family stuff that was going on and came here to find some peace and quiet–and then I saw you.”

The sun disappears behind a big cloud so Jake lifts his sunglasses from his eyes and perches them on top of his head.

“You were just sitting there with a notebook and you were writing furiously, so consumed by your thoughts that you didn’t even know I was there until my foot snapped a tree branch.”

“I was scared shitless..”

He chuckles. “You looked like you had seen a ghost.” He says. “Though I expected nothing less.. It was nearing Halloween and the woods do get pretty creepy out here at night.”

“Wasn’t that the night we got back together?” You ask.

“Mmhmm, yeah,” He says, still rubbing your knuckles, more so the knuckle of your left ring finger. “I confessed to you that I never stopped thinking about you and loving you. How I wished we never broke up and at least tried to make it work. And then I boldly kissed you while expecting you to just slap me..”

“But I didn’t..”

“No, you didn’t.” He smiles. “Thank you for that by the way.”

“And since then we’ve been together.”

“I never want to be apart from you again.” He says. “I uh,” He clears his throat. “There’s a reason I asked you to meet me here.”

“The picnic wasn’t all of it?” You ask.

He shakes his head. Leaning over towards the basket, you watch him as he fishes inside for something. “I swear if I forgot it..”

“Forgot what, Jake?” You say with a hint of a giggle.

“Aha!” He exclaims and retracting his hand from the basket.

A soft gasp falls from your mouth when you spot a little black box in his hand. “Jake..”

“I’ve been itching to do this for months now but none of the times I thought I wanted to do it felt right. I wanted to make this special. Just the two of us, alone.”

He pops open the box and there, cushioned inside is the ring you’ve dreamed of having. One that you texted him a photo of after he had asked what you would if he ever did propose. You knew this was happening, it was just the matter of when was what you didn’t know.

“I won’t go into a full speech because you know all there is to know about my love for you. So..” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “Under this tree, our tree, will you accept this ring and join me in making even more memories here? I want you with me forever, on every journey.”

You never speak a word. Instead you’re throwing your arms around his neck, tackling him backwards onto the blanket. His laughter rings in your ears as his arms catch you.

“I take that as yes?” He questions.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You say before kissing him.

He pulls his arms back and takes the ring out of the box. “May I?”

“Uh duh..” You say, giving him your hand.

He chuckles and slips the ring on your finger. “Right where it should always be.” He breathes.

You smile and lean down to kiss him. “You know the one thing we haven’t done under this tree?” You ask when you pull your lips apart.

“No?” He says with his eyebrows creased together. Then they smooth out and raise high on his forehead. “Oh.. You naughty girl. What if someone sees us?”

“Says the man who fucked me on the hotel balcony in Brazil.”

He chuckles and moves his hands down to squeeze your ass as he pushes his hips up against yours. “That was a wild night.” He says.

“Yes well, this time it won’t be wild,” You say. “I want to make love to you, Jacob. Take our time–really make this tree ours.”

All wrapped up the blankets, he takes his time with you. Nothing rushed, no need to reach the end. He thrusts in you at a slow pace. One arm rests beside your head while the other holds your leg around his hip.

He leans down to kiss you as he entangles his hand with yours.

“Jake..” You whisper.

“Mmhmm?”

“Go faster.”

“Don’t want to take our time?”

You shake your head. “Fuck Jake, I really need you.”

He smiles and kisses you again before picking up his speed. The friction sending both of you closer to your climax. He leans down and peppers your jaw with kisses as his hips snap in you relentlessly.

“Baby.. I need to..” His voice trails off and he bites his lip. “Fuck.. I can’t..”

He reaches between the two of you and rubs his thumb over your clit. Your back arches into him as you moan. “Fuck Jake..”

“Come with me baby..”

With a few more thrusts he’s empty inside of you as you cover him. “Oh god, oh fuck..” He mutters, dropping his head on your shoulder. Soon he pulls out of you and rolls onto his back to lay beside you before he drags you over. You rest your head against his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. “If I’m being honest,” He says after a few minutes. “Any memory we make here after this, won’t ever be able to top it.”

You giggle and pick up your head to look at him. “You think so?”

“I know so,” He chuckles. “We’ve held hands under this tree, we’ve kissed under this tree, and got engaged. But sex? I really can’t think of anything that could top that.”

“So you’re saying our engagement isn’t the best thing to happen here?”

You go to sit up but he quickly pulls you back down and holds you tightly. “No.. No.. I didn’t say that.” He says. “Our engagement was special and I’ll be thinking about it forever.”

“Mmhmm..”

He laughs and you sit back up. “Well.. Maybe I can think of one more thing that might make this place memorable.”

“Oh yeah? What would that be?”

“The best blow job you’ve ever had.” You say raising your eyebrows.

“Oh?”

You smile before sliding down his body and beneath the covers.

“Oh..” He moans when he feels your mouth wrapping around his cock. His back arches and his hand grip at the blanket beneath him. “Oh fuck..”

Everything good happens beneath the old oak tree.

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