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Adultery
Pairing: Jake Kiszka X f!reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: CHEATING (if you don’t like it, don’t read 😛), smut, minors DNI, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, language
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It’s wrong.
Those thoughts you’ve been thinking? The made up scenarios you’ve formed in your head? It’s not right.
There are many layers as to why this case is out of reach. Unfathomable.
For one, it would be in your best interest to not get fired here. You work for this man. Sleeping with the one you answer to, the person who has the power to terminate you with the snap of his fingers, wouldn’t look good to your boss, huh?
But let’s cut the shit, and get to the real problem at hand.
Jake Kiszka is not a single man.
He has a partner. She is a lovely woman. Whom he’s been involved with for several years. You knew this from the way he spoke of her. Many times you’ve been witness to the rushed FaceTime calls he’s shared with her before stage.
Oh, and there was that one time you caught yourself with your ear pressed to his dressing room door, listening to the way he spoke to her on the phone. His voice soft and sultry.
“I miss you” her voice echoed from the other side of the phone.
“Can you do something for me tonight, babe?” He asked.
“Anything.” Her voice was desperate. You could hear the way she yearned for him through the phone.
“Think of me tonight when you slip your fingers below that lace and pleasure yourself. Think of me the entire time. Say my name when you cum.”
He was taken. Unavailable. Off the market.
But you didn’t even feel bad. That was the worst part.
You especially didn’t feel bad that night after eavesdropping on their phone call. You did exactly what he asked of her and thought of him the entire time. Just like most nights.
But you weren’t crazy.
There was a reason behind the pining for Jake. Every other time, the subtle flirtatious manner was reciprocated.
You remember the times where his touch lingered longer than it should have against your skin.
The times he brought you things like water or a snack, when that was quite literally your job for him.
And what about that time he specifically instructed you to “remain side stage for the entire show”?
You weren’t crazy.
Right?
“30 minutes ‘til stage people. Let’s get a move on.” An annoying voice rang through your radio.
Do they really have to update us every 10 minutes?
You added some pep to your step, despite the agitation of the constant reminder.
These places all looked the same behind the scenes. Long boring hallways with a bunch of doors to random places lining the walls.
The echo of your footsteps reverberated from the concrete floors to the cinder block walls.
“What’s the rush?”
Fuck.
The door to his dressing room was cracked. He sat lazily against the couch. His left arm draped over the top of the cushion, his legs crossed.
That curled smile. Jake had this signature smirk. It was like the Cheshire Cat. Like he knew he would forever get away with the shit he pulled.
“It- its 25 minutes to show. Shouldn’t you be…” You’ve lost your train of thought at the sight of him rising from the couch, dusting off the imaginary lint from the thigh of his pants.
“I’m always ready for whatever the night has in store.” He answers your unfinished question, the shit eating grin still plastered across his face. He punctuates his sentence with a pucker of his lips.
Before you even have time to process, the bathroom door inside the room swings open.
“Hey babe, what do you think about this dress? Too much?”
Layla.
Jake’s long term girlfriend was at the show tonight. Sitting with him in his dressing room before he headed to the stage. Dressing up for him. Doing everything you wished for.
You stood awkwardly as you watched Jake pull her body into his by the grip of his fingertips on her hips.
“You look positively radiant tonight.” He reassured her.
He planted the softest kiss imaginable to her lips - almost as if he intended not to let them meet.
His eyes quickly shifted to your presence before fixing back on her’s.
“Will you…. See if you can find Sam for me, love? Got something I want to do before the show.” He tucks her hair behind her ear as if to convince her of the task.
She nods back at him with those annoying doe eyes. You wonder if she truly is as dull as you assumed.
“Quickly.” He smacks her ass as she walks away from him.
You can’t help but roll your eyes as you begin to walk off.
“Oh do that again for me will you?” Jake calls from the dressing room.
You peek your head in once more.
“Excuse me?” Fake annoyance lacing the tone of your voice.
“What would Layla think if she heard that?” You bring yourself further into the room.
“And by the way, thats fucked up sending her on a wild goose chase looking for Sam. He’s never in the same spot for more than-“
He cuts you off by slamming the door shut, reaching his arm dangerously close next to your head.
The lock switches beside you.
“You’re catching on.”
That fucking smirk. You can hear it when he talks, even if he’s turned his back to you.
You study the waves of his hair that fall against the back of his suit.
“You don’t want me like that.” His back remains to you as he fixes two drinks.
“What?” You’re nervous. Your voice a high pitched whisper.
“I see the way you glare at her. You’re jealous. But you don’t want me like that.” He turns back to you offering a glass of amber liquid. Your stomach turns, never being much of a drinker.
Trying your best not to make a face, you sip at the drink.
“And how do you know what I want?” A flirtatious edge to your tone.
He takes a step too close to you. Angling his neck down to meet your face.
“I know what you want, because you’re just like her. A good girl that wants a good man to treat her right. Shower her with love and reassurance.”
He brushes the hair behind your ear, just as he did to Layla earlier.
“But I think there’s something different with you.” He toys with the end of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger.
You don’t even need to ask, he can read the question mark on your face.
He huffs a laugh to himself with a tight lipped grin.
Jake trails his fingertips, snaking them through to the hair at the nape of your neck.
“I think you’re a slut.” He tugs your hair with force, causing you to expose your throat.
He brings his mouth closer to the sensitive skin there, not letting his lips meet.
“See, my Layla, she doesn’t have that darkness behind her eyes that I see with you sometimes.”
The heat of his breath against you raises goosebumps to your skin.
“She’s sheltered and shy.” He flattens his tongue before dragging it up your neck, stopping just below your earlobe.
“But with you…” his voice is at a whisper now.
“With you, I think I could tell you ‘Open up’ and you’d spread so well for me.”
He kicks your feet apart, opening the space between your legs.
With his pointer and middle finger, he rubs the inseam of your leggings that follows your slit.
He watches your face as he starts at the front towards your clit, following the line back towards your entrance. When he reaches, he adds pressure to the circles he creates, pushing into you against the fabric.
You try your hardest to seem unphased by his lustful actions.
This isn’t right. Layla will be back any minute now. You think to yourself.
As if to read your mind he answers, “Better be quick then.”
Before you can process a response, his mouth meets yours with force.
His kiss is a parallel opposite of what you witnessed with Layla earlier.
His kiss with you is intense. Sloppy. Desperate with need.
Jake licks into your mouth, his tongue sliding over yours. He’s winning the battle of dominance, and you’re surrendering with ease.
He walks you backwards until he has you pressed against the closest wall.
In between gasps of air, he groans softly into your mouth.
You feel the calloused pads of his fingertips against the soft skin below your bellybutton as he tries to slip his hand beneath your leggings.
Just as fast as he snaked them in, he pulls his hand away.
You whimper from the loss of contact.
He breaks the heated kiss from you, panting to catch his breath.
“Take them off, now” he orders you.
Immediately you bend at the waist, taking one leg out at a time.
He studies the bare half of your body before gripping your face by your cheeks.
With his free hand he holds your neck to angle you just the way he wants you.
With clenched teeth he growls to you, “Do you always walk around your job with no underwear on like a fucking whore?”
His words alone cause you to rub your thighs together, craving any sense of friction from remaining untouched to this point.
He catches you red handed, and slaps the side of your thigh. His forceful touch leaving a sting that makes you want him even more.
Jake adds pressure to his thumb against your throat.
“Open.” He orders you once more.
You obey, spreading your feet apart, inviting him in.
He laughs softly to himself, “My girl. Such a good listener”
At last, the tip of his middle finger slides with ease through the center of your wetness.
From the look in his eyes, you can tell he loves to watch your reaction. Loves to see the approval of his work.
He teases the fingertip at your entrance. You buck your hips in his direction, silently pleading for more.
“You want it?” He looks down at you.
Your face is desperate as you nod to him.
His jaw clenches once more, “Fucking speak up.”
“Y-yes yes, Jake. I wan-“
Before you can finish your words, he shoves both his pointer and middle finger up inside of you, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm.
His lips meet yours again. The two of you moaning into each other's mouths in harmony.
With each pump his fingers, he rocks his hips into you.
“…there’s something different with you” You think back on his words.
With your fingers wrapped around his wrist, you tug his hand from you - forcing his digits from inside of you.
“I want you to fuck me, Jake.” Your eyes lock with his as you watch them turn a darker shade of brown.
Without a word, he spins you around, your chest pressed against the cold white wall. He arches your hips for you to grant him better access.
“Fucking dirty.” He pants into your ear.
One hand is pressed to the side of your face, pushing you further against the wall, while the other fidgets with his belt.
You hear the sound of it as it hits the floor, his pants around his ankles.
“Lift up.” He taps your side, motioning for you to lift your arms above your head.
With a swift motion he pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it to the floor.
Your back arches in hopes to close the space between you both.
Jake swipes your hair to one side, over your shoulder, unclasping your bra with one hand.
He leans in to press a delicate kiss upon your spine, simultaneously wrapping his arm around your hips to meet your clit with his finger.
You whine at the sensation of the slow but steady circles he presses into you.
He grips his length, slapping it against your ass.
“I’m not going to be nice.” His voice a low groan as he teases you with the tip of his cock, sliding through your slick.
“Please, Jake” your reply is muffled with your cheek pressed against the wall.
No warning. No mercy.
He slams his entire length inside of you to the hilt. The moans spilling out of you are closer to a scream.
He makes his own ponytail in your hair with his fist, tugging with force.
He grunts in unison with each pump inside of you. The tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with each push.
The faster he pumps into you, the faster the circles against your clit become. With each swipe, he adds more force, pressing his finger harder against your bud.
“And when you leave this room…” he pants.
“Not a word. Not a suspicious look. Nothing.” He punctuates his sentence with a harsh smack to your ass.
Unable to respond from the overstimulation to your clit, and the pressure inside of you, Jake becomes frustrated. He pulls harder on your hair than he has yet.
“Do you hear me? Answer me.” Not once does he stop fucking into you.
“YES, Jake. Yes. Just…” your response is nothing but a whine.
He reaches around to pinch your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. He twists and pulls as you feel the warmth pool between your hips. That familiar feeling of your climax approach.
You grab his wrist again, forcing it back between your legs to your clit.
“So close” you mumble to him, begging him to finish you off.
Without hesitation he picks up exactly where he left off. Quick swipes against your throbbing clit.
He pulls himself all the way out of you, slamming himself back deep inside.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Unsure of how much more you can take.
Your muscles tighten to an uncomfortable extent as you hear three knocks at his dressing room door.
“Jake?” The door handle wiggles.
Immediately he wraps his hand around your mouth as he continues to fuck into you.
“Not a sound.” He whispers into your ear, his pace slows but his thrusts are deep.
“Are you in there? Why is the door locked?” Layla whines from outside.
Jake quickens his pace, both his cock inside of you and his fingers toying with your clit.
“Let go for me.” His whisper is even more quiet than before.
He feels your walls begin to tremble and constrict around him. The muscles of your abdomen tense as you prepare your release.
“That’s it. Keep going. Your pussy feels so much better than hers.” He mumbles into your ear, chasing his own high as well.
“Jake!!” Layla pounds on the door again, “5 minutes ‘til show. What the fuck are you doing?”
As the sensation of pleasure washes over you, your senses slip. Your eyes clenched shut, and ears ringing… there is no Layla. There is no show. There is no job.
Just you. And Jake. And the feeling of him inside of you.
He pulls out from you abruptly, his release following, sliding down the inside of your thigh.
He picks his pants up from around his ankles, and quickly fastens his belt.
You’re left remaining pressed to the wall, unable to move or process anything and everything that just transpired in the small dressing room.
What am I going to do? How am I going to get out of here without facing Layla?
Your thoughts paralyze you.
You feel his tight grip on both of your shoulders as he spins you around to plant a quick kiss to your lips.
And just like that, he slips through a crack in the door, open just enough so she can’t see inside.
Frozen in silence, you stand naked in the room alone as you listen to their muffled voices through the closed door.
“I couldn’t find Sam.” Her voice, defeated.
Jake clears his throat before responding.
“Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.”
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not to b bitter but everytime I get a sign that’s like “you need to be single at this moment of time, you need to focus on yourself” I get so mad cuz y everybody else gotta learn they lessons w ppl by they side..like pls stop playin w me
#u tellin me everybody has passed the lessons…but me..u sayin the ppl who get cheated on n go back..learned more lessons than me except that#like I kno me comparing myself to these ppl is terrible it’s nasty it’s all of these things#and me being jealous over it is only going to make that process slower for me…but god how do u not get bitter over it..I think they jus say#that so you can feel good abt being single like it’s not that I hate it I jus want to experience something that’s actually genuine? I can’t#have that ? once? god#like im fine being single I have been..for years and I kno ur like Aaliyah calm down ur twenty u don’t kno anything but ppl been in#relationships since I was 10���10 dammit….been ten years since then and I haven’t even had a person even wanna embrace meeeeee it’s so#what that shit called I’m yearning? whatever I’m not desperate for it I’m just annoyed..agitated by it and I have a right to do so
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