#jaketkiszka

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

📷: snappedbyshania ig

[kiska-enthusiast]

an appreciation post for jaketkiszka’s side profile

[moonlightisdancing]

Matching Hues/ j.t.k

Inspired by this picture and the sarmy gc… i present this…

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x female reader

Word Count: 2058

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI light sub/dom, cocky jake, praise, oral sex (f receiving), marking, fingering, rough unprotected sex, choking, light degrading, breeding, cum play… sappy aftercare jake

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“Baby, look what we got today!” Jake’s barely through the door of the hotel room before he’s shuffling around in his backpack.

You sit up on the bed as he walks up to the side, holding a red hockey jersey in front of you. He takes it by the shoulders and shows you the back, displaying his last name and the number 23.

“Jake, that’s so cute! I love it!” You’re excited but evidently not as much as Jake is.

He starts to pull the jersey over his head, sliding his arms and torso through the bright fabric. Jake lets out a small giggle as he breaks free from the red cloth, greeting you with his rosy pink cheeks.

“It’s a little big, but I thought it was cool they made these for us!” The twinkle in his big doe eyes makes your heart melt.

You reach your arms out to him, signally him towards you with a grabbing motion from both hands. He strides over to you, positioning himself between your knees.

“Do you wanna try it on?” Jake places two fingers under your chin, inching your face up to look at his.

You nod your head yes and he takes the jersey off, lifting it over his head taking his white shirt up with it just enough for you to see part of his torso. Out of habit you reach out and poke the freckle on his tummy, it being one of your favorites.

“Hey! That tickles! What was that for?!” He bends over and giggles, gently scrunching his fingertips into your thighs to tickle you back, sending a familiar feeling straight to your core.

Jake pushes your head through the neck of the shirt and allows you to guide your arms through it. He reaches for your hair and untucks it from the collar, letting it cascade and frame your face naturally.

“My baby looks so gorgeous.” His hand finds its way to your cheek, you lean into his touch and look up at him through hooded lids.

You don’t hesitate to move your hands up to his waist, snaking them under the hem of his shirt to toy with the band of his boxers peeking above his jeans. You make sure not to break eye contact as Jake takes in your submissiveness. He reaches his hands to stop yours from exploring his frame.

“Wait. Let me freshen up. When I get back you better be in nothing but that jersey, understand?” You nod in agreement as Jake plants a kiss on your forehead before releasing his grip and turning away.

You hear him in the bathroom rummaging through drawers before the shower is turned on. The sound of the water hitting the floor of the shower is deafening against the walls of the near empty hotel room. Unsure of how long he’ll be away, you make quick work of stripping down to nothing before returning the jersey to your body. You brush your fingers through your hair and sit at the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for Jake to return. You listen for the sound of him getting into the shower, the water becoming almost musical as it’s pounding against his skin, accompanied by his light humming. Even when he’s away from you, it’s always been so easy to be encapsulated by his aura. His warmth and passion radiates off of him for miles in every direction, always sure to touch anyone within reach. Lost in the thought of Jake, you completely missed when he left the bathroom and returned to his position in front of you. He returns in nothing but a towel that he neatly tucked around his hips, just low enough for you to see the base of his cock.

“Miss me that much?” He smirks as a small huff of air escapes his parted lips.

“So much…” You look up at him through lust filled eyes, hungering for his touch.

He nudges his leg between your legs, placing his knee against your core. The damp skin of his knee resting against your heat earns Jake a small, needy moan as he lightly moves to the side.

“You’ve always been such a good listener, you know that?”

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?” He asks with raised brows. “Come here.”

Jake backs away from you and ushers you towards him with two fingers. He grabs hold of your wrists and leads you into the bathroom. Pressing the small of your back into the cold counter top, Jake frees himself of his towel and lowers himself to be eye level with your center. He tucks the jersey up enough to expose yourself to him as he traces up the inside of your thighs with his tongue. Jake’s hands find their way separating your thighs enough for him to be between them, resting his tongue against your aching clit. He starts to slowly flick his tongue against you just how he knows you like it. After a short while, he pulls away looking up at you with his face covered in your slick.

“You taste so fucking good. I thought about her all day.” He slowly stands up and meets your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on him.

His kisses become quickly heated as he pushes his weight into your body, your ass pressing into the marble. He moves a hand down to your heat and runs two fingers between your folds before slowly working them into you. He moves his lips across your face and down your neck, leaving warm, pink marks behind each time his mouth goes to a new spot. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, legs shaking under his touch. He removes his fingers and re-homes them between your lips.

“Don’t you taste good? You like that?” He swirls his fingers around your tongue until they’re clean.

He presses his hard cock between your folds, teasing your clit with his sensitive tip.

“Jake,” you let out a soft moan in the form of his name, “ please, give it to me.”

He moves both hands to your waist and grips them tightly enough you’re sure it’ll bruise before tomorrow. He turns you around, hips pressed into the cold marble surrounding the sink. Jake taps your right leg signaling you to move it up, you adjust your leg on top of the sink. He grabs both of your arms, pinning them behind your back adjusting to hold them down with his left hand. He reaches his right hand down to stroke himself a few times before teasing you with his tip again. He fixes his right hand around your neck, holding your head up enough to watch him fuck you in the mirror. Jake rests himself at your entrance before slowly pushing into you, allowing a deep groan of pleasure fill the space around you.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so fucking tight.” The pure size of him burns at first until he slowly coats himself in your slick, stretching you out with each tiny stroke.

Once you feel ready, you work yourself against Jake’s strokes letting him know to go harder. He bottoms out as he leans over your back to grip the bright red fabric between his teeth, allowing him to watch himself fuck into you deeper. You let out a loud moan at the feeling of him being entirely inside.

“You like that, you little slut? Watch me fuck you until we both ache.” He mumbles through his mouthful of fabric, locking eyes with your reflection.

You knew if it became too much you could use your safe word and he’d stop, but you never wanted him to. Jake starts pounding into you harder than ever before, feeling his hips snap against your ass with each thrust, leaving a stinging sensation each time. The spit pooling in his mouth drips onto your lower back and slides down your body, the jersey still in between his teeth. You thought he couldn’t go any faster until he feels you begin to tighten around his length. Jake’s grip on your arm grows stronger, leaving crescent shaped marks on your wrist as you feel the weight of the spit-soaked jersey hit the small of your back.

“My fucking god. Tell me how good I feel. Tell me how my cock feels in that perfect pussy.” You watch his reflection as he throws his head back in pure ecstasy.

“So good. So fucking big. I’m gonna cum.”

“C’mon, princess. Touch yourself, cum all over my cock.” He lets go of your arms, thrusts growing sloppy, eager for his own release but waiting for yours.

You apply light pressure to your clit as Jake presses his weight into your back, trying to keep up his pace. You can feel his sweat through the fabric of the jersey. He continues pounding into you as his cheek finds its way against yours, sweat beading between both bodies. His breathy moans play through your mind like a record as you chase your high, tightening around his cock.

“Just like that, good girl. You’re such a good…fuck-” Jake stops mid praise as his hips stutter, spilling his seed as deep as he can inside you.

His grip around your neck becomes stronger as he pours himself into you, his fucked out eyes watching no one but himself in the mirror. Once his hips stop thrusting, he remains inside as he plants soft kisses to your cheek and temple. As he starts to grow soft, he removes himself and lets out a light groan. He pulls the jersey up enough to watch his cum spill all over the counter. Jake drags his fingers between your folds to capture the cum and slips his fingers back inside, fucking the cum into you again. Sensitive to his touch, you spew out a stream of pleasurable nonsense. Your cheeks turn a bright red under the spotlight as Jake’s eyes shoot back and forth between your face in the mirror and his fingers gently pumping in and out of you. He removes his fingers leaving you empty, but quickly fills the space with his tongue. He licks a stripe up your center before dipping his tongue inside. Jake comes back up and tugs your hair to watch him in the mirror as he opens his mouth to display his cum across his tongue. He yanks your head back towards the side and captures you in a kiss. He tips you back enough to let his cum drip past his lips and into yours. Without thinking twice, or even once, you swallow his release locking eyes in the reflection.

“My dirty girl, I love how we taste together. Isn’t it good?” He moans into your ear before nibbling your lobe.

“So fucking good…” You barely respond, entirely spent.

Jake pulls away from you again, lifting the red fabric off of your ass.

“Fuck, angel. You should see how your ass matches this jersey.” He reaches over to lower your leg and spin you around.

He holds your chest against his as you look back at his face staring down at your bright red ass. He rubs gentle circles across your hot skin with the palm of his hand, surprisingly cool to the touch. His other arm is hugged tight across your shoulders, pulling you into his firm chest.

“Matching hues.” You let out the quietest response and follow up with a giggle.

“Hm? What was that, baby?” He looks down to you so he can hear you this time.

“Oh, I said ‘matching hues,’ well the red almost matches.” You say looking back at him.

“Does it hurt?” He asks pressing his finger tips into your raw skin.

“Not a lot, just a little sore.”

“C’mere let’s get you cleaned up and relaxing then.” Jake slides his hands under the jersey before freeing you of the fabric.

He walks over to the tub and starts running water at the temperature you love most. He climbs in and ushers you to follow after. You lay against his warm skin, letting yourself nuzzle into the comfort of his being. He begins gently washing your body, each touch melting you into him more.

“I love you so much more than you’ll ever know, my beloved.” He kisses the top of your head.

“I love you, too, Jakey. Always.”

[allieisacrybaby]

jake bun🫶🏻

[mamavanheat]

from playing in dive bars to playing at Madison Square Garden

these boys will always hold a very special place in my heart

[indigostreaking]

POV: You flashed your boyfriend and he got all flustered 🤭

[sacredstarcatcher]

Cruel Summer - Part 4

Jake & Sam x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Cutness, flirting, Rosie, pickles, oral sex (f receiving), language. :)

This one's short because part five is 5k words. Heh.

You were left with two weeks of rehearsals before the show. Though the scales and tails of the costumes vacated your apartment, you were still drowning in last minute responsibilities. That’s why you were seemingly pried out of your home by Sam on Saturday morning. Neither he nor any of his brothers, local or not, had heard from you in days. 

“You need vitamin D,” he says, speaking with his hands, gesturing at the sky. “You’re working your summer away. Come on. Even Rosie thinks you’re about to lose it.” He’s right. She was glued to your side as you walked the streets of Nashville. 

“Well I’m here, aren’t I?!” you say, gesturing at the sky. “You got me out here. I’m absorbing all of the vitamin D the sun can give me. Now lay off.” 

He shakes his head at you as he pushes open the door to the record store. The owner shoots both of you a wave as you enter, and Sam sends one back, lifting his gangly arm and big hand over your head. Once you’re inside, he steps in front of you, hunching down to look directly into your eyes. He’s so close to your face, your heart skips a beat.

“We have a big day ahead of us. First, we’re looking through the new boxes of vinyls in the back before they put them out. Then we’re taking the goods back to my house and listening to as many as we can as we pick the cucumbers from my garden and I teach you my secret pickling technique. Are you going to be cranky the entire time? Or are we going to enjoy ourselves?” 

You can’t help but grin at him despite the stress of your life at the moment. “We can enjoy ourselves,” you lament with a smirk, walking past him towards the beaded curtain at the back of the store. 

You stand next to him as he sorts through the bins on his knees, accepting the ones he’s taking home with him into your arms. You can’t help but giggle at the way he repeatedly pushes his hair from his face to see the vinyls beneath him. 

“Gonna get you a headband,” you mumble, leaning on the wall. He gives you a warning look before continuing on his search.

“That was a little too high on the grumpy-ometer. Take it down a bit.”

-oOo-

“I thought the cucumbers were next?” you ask, wondering why you’re pulling into the thrift store parking lot. He shakes his head as if he’s in disbelief over you not knowing why you’re there.

“You can’t garden in a white sundress. We’re going thrifting.” 

As you enter the thrift store, Rosie tags along obediently through the racks of clothing. Sam seems determined as he scans the hangers. His mission: finding you some gardening clothes. He can’t resist the mens section, pulling three short sleeve button downs you think are hideous, but he’s never looked bad a day in his life, so you trust his judgment.

Eventually he pulls a pair of shorts for you that aren’t terrible. They’re a light wash pair with a high waist and elastic for stretch. You hold them over your arm when he hands them to you with a smile.

You’re a bit more reluctant, however, when he grabs a t-shirt that reads “#1 Dad” across the front. 

“Oh, no. No way.” You keep walking down the row, but he tosses it at you, the tee landing over your eyes.

“It’s been decided. Let’s go check out.” 

-oOo-

You’re standing behind Sam in his backyard, watching him bent over in the dirt, listening to his ramblings about cucumbers. 

You’re boiling in the sun despite the hat on your head and sunglasses over your eyes. 

You’re barefoot in the grass because Sam didn’t want your sandals to get dirty, but it’s clear that he severely overestimated how deep into this gardening process you would be. 

You’re wearing a pair of mom shorts and a t-shirt tied into a crop top, the wrinkled words #1 Dad spread across your chest. 

You’re tired as hell.

Sam places a few cucumbers into the basket you’re holding as he talks and talks and talks, and while he’s not paying attention, you drag over a chair from the lawn furniture to sit on. He turns to give you the next handful and catches you sunning yourself.

“If I die, you’re not going to have any way to make my famous pickles. Nobody ever listens to me when I explain this shit!” You look at him over your sunglasses, not taking him seriously in the slightest. He stands and pulls off his gloves, brushing the dirt from his knees. “You’ll all be sorry,” he says jokingly, incredibly reminiscent of a cranky old man, and takes the basket from you to bring inside.

You’re grateful that on his rockstar salary, Sam can afford to keep his house a relieving 69 degrees. You work alongside him, slicing the cucumbers after he washes them, placing them on the cutting board and aiming for the perfect spear. You know you’ve missed the mark when Sam inspects the pile of slices and pulls a face.

“What you want to do…” he begins, approaching you from behind. He steadies your hand on the cucumber and grabs your hand on top of the knife. “...is hold it flat, but cut in at an angle, instead of straight through.” His hair is brushing the back of your neck, his breath hitting your ear and the side of your face. You can’t help the way your body leans backwards just slightly, pressing your back against his broad chest. 

“Mhm,” you respond, making sure he knows you’re definitely listening now. You’ll remember this part of the technique until the end of time. He gently slices through the first half with you, then the second. 

“You try,” he says, letting go of your hand. He moves his to rest on either side of you on the countertop, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. All you can do is take a nervous breath before slicing once, then twice, then dropping the knife. Your hands are absolutely shaking and before you know it, Rosie’s pushing between you two. You whip around to look down at her as Sam steps backwards, then at each other. 

“Rosie. Go lay down.” He says it calmly, his voice gentle. The only sound you hear is her paws gently clicking against the tile of the kitchen as she listens dutifully and heads to her bed. 

It’s then that Sam clears the short distance between you with two big steps. He immediately pulls you into his embrace, his hands wrapping around your waist, his lips crashing into yours. You moan in surprise, eagerly returning the kiss, pulling his face closer to yours between both of your palms. 

It’s all rushed and hurried as if you’re on borrowed time. Because you are, after all. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you chase it with yours, reveling in the taste of his mouth. He’s so sweet, just like you’d imagined, twinged with the flavor of the fruity Topo Chico he’s been drinking. 

“Hey,” he says, breaking apart from you, but you kiss him again. “Wait,” he says, mumbling against your lips.

You pull him in for yet another wanton kiss, signaling you desperately don’t want it to end. You don’t care, you just want him. He accepts your kisses, but his grip on your waist loosens.

“We can’t,” he says, and you feel it all come crashing down. “I’m sorry,” he says, taking a step back. You look at him, flushed and confused, the disappointment written all over your face. 

“Sam,” you begin, but your feelings sink deeper into your gut. You aren’t ready to be that vulnerable. It’s safer to let him talk first.

“I shouldn’t have. It’s just…” He sighs and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. You recognize this feeling. He has a difficult time talking about his emotions and they’re running high right now. “I feel so distant from her. I’ve been using you to fill the void. And that’s not right.” 

You’re trying to keep your composure, but it’s getting harder by the second as you realize you’ve been developing feelings for Sam and he’s just been using you as emotional support. You blink away the tears and put on a brave face, adjusting your shirt and wiping your eyes. 

“It’s fine. We’ve been spending a lot of time together and I’ve really been lonely without Jake so… That makes sense.” You head to the door to slip on your shoes and grab your keys, but realize Sam picked you up this morning. 

“Let me drive you home,” he says, quickly making his way around the kitchen island towards the door. You put up a hand and give a fake smile, politely declining. 

“Don’t even worry about it. I’m gonna walk. It’s a beautiful day. I’ll see you at the wedding, Sam.” Before he can come any closer, you slip out the front door and down the stone path, making your way down the street. 

A week passes after the incident at Sam’s. You’re more than happy when Jake’s back in town and you’re able to think with a clear head. You’ve effectively convinced yourself that you were probably just projecting your feelings for Jake onto Sam while he was away. Sam hadn’t even crossed your mind until it was time to see him again- the Saturday of the wedding approached faster than you would have liked.

You make your way to Jake’s, seeing as you graciously offered to be the designated driver. With your dress in its garment bag over your arm, your makeup and hair already done, you put the code into Jake’s front door and enter, calling out for him. 

You stride through the door when you hear his voice call back to you from upstairs. You hike up the staircase to find him standing in his walk-in closet, tucking his dress shirt in.

“I look stupid,” he says, fidgeting with the waistband of his pants and the button-down that’s disobeying every order he gives. You chuckle, watching him from the doorway.

“You look handsome. You just… aren’t very good at wearing shirts the right way.” He turns to meet your eyes and gives you an unserious glare..

“Fuck off,” he says playfully as he tries to hide a smile. He reaches for the suit coat and puts it on, shrugging to make sure it fits correctly. You watch as he adjusts the lapels and scrutinizes himself in the mirror.

He leaves the room for a moment and you begin to get into your dress. You’re facing away from the door adjusting the straps when he re-enters. 

“Can you zip me up?” You look over your shoulder at him, and you can’t say the gaze you shoot him isn’t flirtatious. He can’t do anything but oblige,and his hands are so warm on your bare skin as he hooks the clasp at the top of the zipper that you lean into his touch, wanting, needing more. He steadies the fabric of the zipper with one hand as he pulls it up, then places his hands on your shoulders. You’re watching him behind you in the mirror while  he takes in the sight of you in the dress. 

He drops his head and places a kiss where your neck and shoulder meet. “You look good enough to eat,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Mmm, yeah?” you flirt, turning in his embrace to face him. With a quickness you were unprepared for, he lifts you up and carries you out of the closet, tossing you onto his bed. The chiffon of your dress falls to the side, leaving the slit wide open as the material pools under you. 

The way he looks down at you lights a fire in your belly. He looks annoyingly sexy in the world's most wrinkled dress shirt and black sport coat, the lapels a contrasting velvet to the rest of the suit. His eyes are dark with lust and you feel like you’re going to implode if he doesn’t take you right there and then. He slides the jacket off his shoulders though it feels like he just put it on. You’re mesmerized by his hands and forearms as he works to roll up his sleeves.

His hands are gentle as he moves the delicate fabric up your legs and pulls down your panties. He smugly takes a look at them before folding them in half and pocketing them.

“Seeing me in a suit gets you fired up, huh?” he mumbles against your skin as he kisses down your thigh. 

“Jake,” you whine, needing him to speed it up. “We’re gonna be late.” 

“I have a feeling this won’t take long,” he says with a chuckle, making you jump as he places a love bite on your inner thigh. You can’t help but spread your legs further, waiting impatiently for his mouth. He places an open mouth kiss at the peak of your pussy, giving you only a small amount of relief.  “Fuck,” he lets out before giving another, this time his tongue venturing a bit further between your folds. 

“Can’t believe you’re gonna make me go to this stupid fucking wedding instead of-” he interrupts himself by placing another sloppy kiss on your clit. “...burying my face between your legs for the rest of the night,” he grumbles, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through your wetness. 

You let out a frustrated whine, feeling like you’re about to combust. He’s riling you up, talking to you like he’s about to make you see God, but somehow he’s barely touching you. You buck your hips, hoping his fingers will finally touch you where you absolutely need him to. He gives an arrogant chuckle in response, finally slipping two fingers inside you. You gasp feeling his middle and ring finger curl forward deliciously inside you, immediately finding your sweet spot. 

Then he’s finally, finally between your legs, his plush lips attaching to suck at your clit, humming into you as he gets a taste. You look down at the sound to see his eyes, lazy and glassy, looking up at you while he works you over. You’re unable to even think straight; seeing him between your legs with his wide eyes reveling in the taste of you is simply too much. You throw your head back and let out another moan, lacing your hand through his hair. 

“God, Jake,” you let out in a breathy, slutty moan. You couldn’t recognize the sound of your own voice if it was played back to you. He detaches his lips from you, looking up to see you. 

“Yes baby,” he asks, letting his fingers do the work for a moment. “Tell me,” he encourages, feeling you beginning to tighten up around him.

“I’m gonna cum- fuck- please,” you whimper, blindly searching for his head to pull it back and feel his mouth again. He gives in, meeting your clit again and relentlessly sucking, ready to get you to your peak. You feel it coming, your hips tightening, your back arching- and then suddenly it washes over you. 

You cry out, your thighs clamping together, holding him place. In response, he shakes his head, providing more than enough stimulation as you ride your high, lewd sounds coming from below as your orgasm washes over you leaving you limp. He places a gentle kiss to your clit and pulls out his fingers, shamelessly cleaning them off with his mouth. He smacks the outside of your thigh before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “C’mon. Can’t be late,” he chides, dipping his head down to tuck his shirt back in. 

TAGLIST: @reesetrippingthelight@samstopochico@jordierama@jakesgrapejuice @spark-my-nature@gvfcinema@fwzco

Part 5

[jordie-gvf]

Ok but imagine Jake walking in on you watching thirst traps of him or reading smut about him 👀👀

go ahead and press keep reading, do it.

yes, i asked @sparrowofthedawnsworld for permission to use their fic name in this!

jake had just gotten home from a long day at the studio. everyone was preparing for sacred the thread to be released.

you had been upstairs in your bedroom, scrolling through the jake kiszka smut tag on tumblr, trying to find a good fic to read.

you had come across a fic that was called, you shook me and the more you read, the wetter you got.

you hadn't heard jake come home, nor did you hear him come up the stairs.

the sound of jakes voice saying, "angel? you home?" broke you out of your trance.

you very quickly shoved your phone under your pillow.

you pretended to be asleep, trying your hardest not to laugh at the peppered kisses that he lain on your neck, his slight facial hair tickling you.

you giggled and he started laughing with you. "why'd you pretend you were sleepin' angel?"

"no reason," you quickly said, obviously hiding something.

"well, stop fake sleeping, because i brought you quesabirria and a large horchata from los arcos."

he saw your eyes light up at the sound of horchata, he knew how much you loved the authentic food at the spanish market.

you promptly got out of bed and went downstairs, jake trailing behind you.

"fuck, i forgot my phone in the bed, i want to take pictures of it." you said, sighing and throwing your head back.

"girls and their food. ill get it for you," jake said, and walked back up the stairs to get retrieve your phone.

you saw the glorious bag of food sitting on the dining room table, waiting for you to open it.

"jake! hurry! its getting cold!"

radio silence.

fuck, did you lock your phone?

you jetted out of the chair and up to the bedroom. when you approached the doorway, there was jake, on the loveseat, your phone sat in his right hand as his left was behind him supporting his head.

"new found interest, angel? what, you weren't satisfied? does my pretty girl need more after her daddy fucks her three times a night?"

you snatched your phone from his hand and went downstairs, hating the confrontation that came with that conversation.

you could hear him chuckle as you walked away. when you sat down and finally took a few pictures of your mouthwatering quesadilla, you heard jakes chelsea boots coming down on the hardwood stairs.

he slowly walked over to the table where you were sat and grabbed his food out of the bag.

you two ate in silence, avoiding any conversation at all. jake broke the silence when you closed the take out box,

"fanfiction, huh?"

you scoffed and said, "daddy kink, huh?"

[jacketkiszka]

Pretty Boy

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ Dom!jake, unprotected sex, praise!kink, oral (m. receiving), overstimulation

Word count: 1100

You found yourself watching the time waiting for Jake to get back from the stage. Shortly after the last song on their setlist started, you had left your place in the crowd to wait for him as he had requested. This was nothing new, Jake often asked you to wait on him in his dressing room so that he could see you afterwards, while the energy was still flowing. His energy tonight, however, was different than you’d ever seen it. He had been gaining more confidence as the tour progressed but tonight the Jake you saw on the stage was not the Jake you were used to. Jake rarely wore makeup but when he did it always boosted his confidence, so you had convinced him to try it for the show tonight. There was nothing to be worried about, you reassured him. You had a feeling the fans were going to love it, and you were right. The crowd was going crazy for Jake and because of it, he was putting on his absolute best show. Possibly the best performance you’d seen from him yet. Once Highway Tune came to a close, and the boys all said their last goodbyes, it was not long at all before Jake found his way back to the dressing room to find you, exactly where you had promised to be.

He slammed the dressing room door behind him and started ripping off his jacket. “Jake you were on fire tonight, that was the best-“ he cut you off with a stern “get on your knees.” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and slinked off of the couch, dropping down to the floor without any question or argument. Usually Jake liked a little opposition, but you could tell how tonight was going to be when you saw the look in his smoked out eyes. Jake undid his pants and let them fall to the floor in front of you. His cock bouncing up to his stomach, already dripping with precum. He reaches down and grabs your chin, tilting it up until you meet his eyes. “I need you to be a good girl for me tonight. Are you going to let me do what I want?” You nod silently. “Use your words. Let me hear you say it.” “Yes sir,” you say softly. With a smile he caresses the side of your cheek before pushing his thumb into your mouth to pry it open. He taps your tongue with the tip of his cock a few times before pushing it as far as it can go into your mouth, holding it in place as a deep groan leaves his throat. He grabs the back of your hair to hold you in place as he begins to thrust it in and out, going as deep as he can every time. It doesn’t take long of him using your mouth before he reaches his high. His fingers grip your hair tighter and his hips falter as his praises and low groans turn into a jumbled string of fuck..fuck..fuck..fuuuck… and you feel his release run down your throat.

Normally that would be enough to get Jake’s post-show adrenaline out, so you’re surprised when he helps you off the ground and pulls you backwards with him until he’s on the couch and you’re above him, straddling his lap. He runs his hands down your sides and brings you closer to his body to whisper in the crook of your neck. “You were such a good girl for me. Always so good. I want to feel you. Please, I need more. Do you want to feel good, baby?” There was a desperation in his voice that you were not used to. You nod and grind down on his lap, his cock already growing hard again. “Needy boy” you hum, feeling him through the wet, thin fabric between you. He lifts your skirt up above your waist and pulls your panties to the side, teasing you with his calloused fingers before lining himself up and letting your sink down onto him. Still coming down from the sensitivity of his first orgasm, he throws his head back onto the couch and lets out a pathetic whine as you sink all the way down to the hilt. Once you’ve adjusted to the feeling of him stretching you out, you take over and start riding him, causing his eyes to roll back into his head. He holds onto your hips trying to keep himself grounded as he feels his second orgasm building. When you pick up the pace, he pulls you in harder. Meeting your hips with gentle thrusts as you lean back and put your hands on his knees. The new angle allows him to reach your sweet spot with every move. “You feel so fucking good baby… I’m so close… I’m so c-“ he manages to get out before slamming his head back into the couch and driving himself deep into you, completely losing control of himself inside you. His brows knitted and mouth gaped open with a strained groan leaving his chest. His fingers grip your hips so tight you’re sure you’ll have bruises in the morning but you don’t care. He moans your name so loud there’s no way anybody else still in the building wouldn’t be able to hear it. He feels you tighten around him as he fills you up. “Touch yourself,” he breathes, never slowing his pace beneath you. “What? Jake, you already-“ “I know. Please. I know you’re close. I want to feel you cum on me.” He’s straining, barely opening his eyes and fighting through the intense overstimulation. You start rubbing small circles on your clit, feeling him drive his cum deeper inside you. The sounds coming from him are almost pornographic as tears well in his eyes. “Please give it to me, baby. Please, I need you so bad” he whines, his black eyeliner starting to drip streaks down his face. He’s completely fucked out and lost in the pleasure. He can barely take it anymore but he doesn’t care. He can’t get enough of you. He moans your name again, this time sending you completely over the edge. Your back arches and your legs shake as you come down from the intense high. Jake loosens his grip on your sides, and pulls you in tight for a kiss. You lay your head in the crook of his neck, trying to catch your own breath while he settles down beneath you. After some time, you pull away and look down at him smiling. “What?” he whispers through a soft smile. “You look so pretty when you cry.”

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

📷 jakeforsakeher ig

[kiska-enthusiast]

jake in white is soooo bad for me

[moonlightisdancing]

moonlightisdancing’s masterlist

i’ll add my fics/playlists as they’re put out <3

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GRETAWEEN 2023 masterlist

my fic recs

jake’s playlist

Ocean’s Calling (one shot) NSFW

Head Rush (one shot) NSFW

Something Old, Something New (one shot) NSFW

Matching Hues (one shot) NSWF

Lips Like Sugar (one shot) NSFW

Lover Be Good To Me (series with @profitofthedune ) NSFW

danny’s playlist

Love in Fall SFW blurb

Blood Lust (one shot) NSFW

sammy’s playlist

Simplicity of Love (one shot) SFW blurb

The Gallery (one shot) NSFW

inspiring playlist

Dancing With the Devil (one shot) NSFW

Watermelon Sugar (one shot) NSFW

josh’s playlist

Snowed in & Undone (one shot) NSFW

Love Me Tender (one shot) NSFW

Guidance (one shot) NSFW

Baby, You’re a Haunted House (one shot) NSFW

this piece is a collab with @starcaughtsam

[allieisacrybaby]

A type??…..nah. definitely not.

[mamavanheat]

i-

[indigostreaking]

My tummy hurts

[jakesguitarsolo]

I am once again completely and utterly debilitated by Jaket Kiszka