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The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Eight: Dreams & Nightmares

Jake Kiszka x Reader series

Words: 3.2k+

Summary: Tour is just around the corner, and reader is letting her anxiety get the best of her

CW: MDNI, 18+, anxiety/anxiety attack, mentions of cheating, nightmares, angst, I guess abandonment and trust issues? I think that’s all but this is a pretty sad chapter I’m sorry in advance😃👍🏻

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"Good luck out there." you give Jake a confident wink. It's the fifth show on tour, and they're about to go on stage. He ignores you, turning back to his brothers. You reach for his shoulder, wanting him to look you in your eyes.

To your dismay, he pulls back, freeing his shoulder of your touch. He has his guitar clutched in his hand, tightening his grip with the fist he makes underneath your touch.

He turns to you, his voice laced with disgust. "It was a mistake bringing you here."

"What? Why?" confusion comes over your face. "Where is this coming from?"

"You're no longer a good fit for us, and frankly y/n, I'm starting to get quite bored of you." He waves his free hand in your face motioning you to get out of his sight.

"What do you mean? I thought we were supposed to make it?!" frustration fills your voice, and a lump forms in your throat.

"Go away! I'm supposed to be on stage any minute now!" he continues to shout at you in a way you've never seen before. His eyes are full of darkness and regret.

You begin to walk away before being stopped by him one last time. Tears rolling down your cheeks by the second.

"Oh, and I've been fucking so many other girls, all pleasing me much better than you ever have."

"How could you say that to me, Jake?" you swing around to defend yourself, but he's gone. He disappeared just like that.

You gasped for air, launching forward in your bed. You were in a full body cold sweat, still trying to catch your breath. You clutched your white duvet, trying to pull yourself back to reality, but nothing seemed to work. It felt like your whole world was crashing down on you. You couldn't lose Jake, even though he's still not yours to lose.You stumble out of bed and onto your feet, Reaching for your phone on your bedside table. Your legs are struggling to carry you to the bathroom. Is coming on tour with them a mistake? Is Jake even serious about you? Is he gonna find other girls on tour? Thoughts racing around your mind and you weren't able to slow them down. This man was beginning to consume your life. Unlocking your phone, you tell Siri to call Jake. You put the phone on speaker as you try to splash cool water on your face to help ground you. The tears are just not stopping their escape from your eyes.

"Hello?" you hear a half tired and half concerned Jake greet you over the phone. "Y/N? Is everything okay? It's 4 a.m."

You attempt to catch your breath so you can respond to him but fail. You wipe your tears, even though more just continue to fall.

"Are you alright? You're breathing really heavily." He questioned, his voice changing from a tired tone to a frantic one.

No Response.

"I'm on my way."

You don't even have a chance to say anything to him before your hand flies to the phone. Hanging up on him. Shit. You couldn't even get a single word out.

Jakes POV

I hopped in my car, not wanting to waste any time changing so I opted for a white wife beater and my handy gray sweatpants. I am worried out of my mind for Y/N. She sounded so distressed over the phone, I just hope I can help her through whatever happened. What really got to me the most was the fact that she had hung up on me. I'm not one to pray, but I found myself praying that she was okay. I raced to her house, getting there in almost no time partly because I did run multiple red lights and stop signs. I crossed my fingers that there were no police watching, and luckily I didn't come across any. I sprung out of my car, turning off the engine and slamming the door shut. I ran up to her front door and opened it with ease.

Huh, I thought I locked it.

I can hear her sniffles coming from her bedroom upstairs. I don't know what is going on, but no matter what it is, I have to be there for her.

"Y/N?" I calmly called out, letting her know of my arrival. "Sweetheart, what's going on?"

I watch as she timidly steps out into the hallway. She makes a point to keep her distance from me. Her cheeks are swollen and tear stained, her eyes are bloodshot and her body is slightly shaking.

"It's just me, baby, what happened?" I ask her in my best attempt at a sweet voice, continuing to approach her.

Her breathing is still unsteady. I need to do something about it. Get her to calm down. I approach her slowly and steadily, my arm gently resting on her lower back.

"Why don't we go sit down?" I gesture to her bed, guiding her to sit down. It'll be easier for her to tell me what happened if I sit down with her. I'm trying my absolute hardest to get her to open up, while also remaining calm. I hope it's working.

Her eyes jolt up to mine. She musters up the courage to croak out a few words.

"I had a dream..." she stammered. "You were in it and you, you...we were on tour and…" she hesitated. My grip on her back grew more firm to comfort her, but I see her scoot backwards in retaliation.

"Woah, what happened in this dream?" I pull my hand back. "You can tell me, I'm not gonna hurt you." I smoothly attempt to put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her once more with some added caution this time.

She sniffles, looking down at her feet. She takes a deep breath, and then stares directly into my eyes. "You told me it was a mistake bringing me on tour. You were hooking up with other girls. Jake, it all felt so real. Too real.” Her face scrunched as her tears grew into sobs.

I feel my heart break in half as those words leave her lips. I would never do anything to hurt her. I can't help but think that she is so beautiful when she cries. No matter what this woman does, she still outshines anyone else I had ever laid eyes on before.

She sobbed into my chest. I could feel her shaky breaths against my tear stained tank top.

"Y/N," I say softly, feeling my heart break even further. "I would never do that to you. That was only a nightmare. I would never, ever, hurt you."

I watch as she pulls away from my chest and gives me an unconvincing nod. She adjusts her position so she's propped up against her headboard and I follow suit.

"Here, grab my hand if you need proof. This is real, your nightmare wasn't." I offer my hand for her to take.

I feel my cold, large, and calloused hand intertwine with her warm, small, and soft hand. I give her hand a squeeze to help ground her. "I'm not going anywhere, darling." I whisper.

We lay there together for a few moments before her tears start to dry. She lets her hand slip out of mine and rolls over to face the wall.

"What's on your mind?" I softly ask her. I don't want to pry, but I know her thoughts are racing around a mile a minute in that brain of hers.

"Jake.." she starts. "I don't know if coming on tour with you is a good idea."

I feel a lump form in my throat. I need her there.

"Baby," I inhale a deep breath to prepare myself for the worst. "Why not?"

She sighs. "I just, my boss said it's perfectly fine if I go..." her voice becomes shaky. "But I'm not sure that I'm ready for this commitment."

If my heart wasn't broken yet, it sure as hell had broken now.

"I feel like you're making a mistake bringing me. You're going to regret it, I just have a feeling."

"A mistake?!" My eyes go wide. “I was 100 percent sure when I asked you to go, and I'm 100 percent sure that I still want you to go. There is nothing I would regret." I take a deep breath. "Sweetheart, it's going to be a blast. We're planning on taking a break in the middle of tour and going on a cabin trip. We will travel all around the country. I want you there. Hell, I need you there."

I knew I needed her there.

"I would love to have you there, not only so you can make my hair look all pretty, but so you can keep me company. It gets lonely on those tour buses, but really, all I need is you. Imagine us traveling the country together."

All I wanted was her by my side when I had to hit the road.

She remained silent for the next few moments. I just continued to lay there, ready for her whenever she wanted to speak. The air around us grew tense, and I have a gut feeling that my persuasion did not necessarily work. A pit of anxiety formed in my stomach as I waited for her to finally say something.

Her head sunk further into the pillow and I knew what I would hear next was going to ruin me.

"I need to think about it." She finally spoke up. "I, I just don't know yet."

I was absolutely destroyed, but I couldn't show it. I had to be strong for her and couldn't show her just how much I was let down.

"Take your time." I say with a disappointed nod. I felt guilty in a way. She thinks I would invite her, just to hook up with other girls and ultimately ignore her? I must be doing something wrong. I decided right then and there that I was going to get my act together and really show up for her.

"Do you want me to lay here with you for a bit?" My mind raced with thoughts. Did she want me to leave right away? Did she want space? Did she want me to spend the night? If she wants me to spend the night, could I fix all of this in the morning?

"Up to you." She shrugged unenthusiastically.

I laid with her for a few more moments. It was her house, it's not up to me to determine if I should stay or not. Her eyelids flutter closed and then soft snores came from her soon after. I was going to give her space. It was probably what she needed most. She needed to think on it and me being here wouldn't help her decision. Yeah, I could probably influence her to come with us, but I didn't want to mess up my chances. I quietly slipped out of her bed and made my way towards her bedroom door for the second time that night. Just hours earlier I was here, tucking her in. It felt like a dream, I knew it was too good to be true.

"Sleep tight my love." I whispered even though I knew she wouldn't be able to hear me. "I hope you decide to come, I don't know how I'll manage the tour without you."

I had only been with her for a little over 2 months now, but she had quickly grown to become the only thing I knew. I walked down her staircase, my hands filled with despair as they gripped the wooden banister. I left her home, making sure to lock the door on my way out.

Once I pull into my driveway, I waste no time opening the center console of my car and pulling out a blunt I had put there earlier-for safe keeping. The feeling of regret sunk into my bones as I lit the blunt in between my two fingers. Smoking was a habit I was trying to break, but this situation just called for a little something to help ease my stress. My fingers shake as I bring the blunt up to my lips once more. I squeeze my eyes shut as a few tear drops begin to roll out of my eyes. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. I hadn’t hardly known her for long, but she has begun to be the only thing I do know. I wouldn’t know how to live without her. I don’t think I could bear the tour, being a stranger to all these new cities without a familiar face by my name. Not just a familiar face, but a loved one as well. I attempt to dry my tears with my tank top. I had to remain calm.

I only managed to take a few hits of the blunt before I realized that the night had quickly slipped away and the sun was already beginning to rise. I put my blunt out way too soon, the high had just started to hit and I wanted to get just a little bit of sleep in before rehearsal later in the day.

I laid in my cold bed, thinking back on the whirlwind that was the past few hours. I mostly regretted leaving her there. I should have slept next to her, talked to her in the morning. Maybe I could have changed her mind, or encouraged her to go on tour. The 'what ifs' controlled my mind until the exhaustion took over my body and I eventually was able to drift off. I had seriously debated going back to her house, jumping back in bed with her, and never letting her go again. But this isn't some type of fairytale, this is reality. She asked for time to think, so that's what I'm gonna give her.

Y/N'S POV

You awoke the next morning feeling well rested. The entirety of last night felt like one big dream-or perhaps a nightmare. Glancing around your bedroom, you felt all too alone. Jake was nowhere to be seen. You figured he probably left after you fell asleep. Why didn't he stay though? It felt very unlike him to just leave. A part of you felt disappointed, you wished he would have stayed, and fought for you. But you had no right to feel disappointed either, you were the one who sent him free. It was his choice to leave or stay, and he chose leave.You spent the entire day worrying if you were making the wrong decision. You would have done everything to go on tour with him, and you just don't understand why you feel like this all of a sudden. Neither choice felt right. It was for the better that he didn't spend the night, right? You just needed to think, and weigh out all the pros and cons.

You decided to make some breakfast and listen to some music. Music was the one thing that always helped to clear your mind. As you reach for your record collection, your eyes dart to a certain record in particular. The Essential Elvis Presley.

It was something you were trying to avoid, but somehow you felt compelled to listen to it in that moment.

As you cracked an egg into a pan, the vinyl began to play one of your favorites. Love Me Tender. You listened to the melody and couldn't help but dance around the kitchen as your sunny side up eggs continued to cook. The most prominent thought in your mind was when Jake bought you the very record that you were dancing to. But more importantly, what he said to you as he was purchasing the record. His words echoed in your mind.

"Now everytime you play it, you'll think of me."

And you were doing just that.

As the song went on, you found yourself picking apart every single lyric. You were finding a way to relate each and every lyric to your situation.

"Take me to your heart for it's there that I belong and we'll never part."

You didn't want to part with Jake. You belonged with him.

"All my dreams fulfilled, for my darling I love you and I always will"

This tour was his dream. He wanted you by his side to further fulfill it. Realizing this somehow made your heart full and break at the same time. He just wanted love, he wanted you to love him. And it was somehow the easiest but the hardest thing for you to do.

As you were finishing up eating your eggs another one of your favorites began to play. Suspicious minds.

"We're caught in a trap, I can't walk out because I love you too much, baby, why can't you see what you're doin' to me when you don't believe a word I say?"

You once again found yourself listening closely to the lyrics and yearning for Jake. Daydreaming about him like a little school girl. But then, you realized, could you even trust him? You could find yourself relating every line of the song to your current situation once again. You couldn't walk out, you liked him far too much to leave him now. You were too deep in to leave.

You took a deep breath. Okay. You just needed to listen to Jake. Believe in him and his words. Just like the song said.

You snapped out of the song, your eyes jolting over to the clock.

Shit.

8:03

You were supposed to be at work 3 minutes ago.

Day by day went by, and the month before tour quickly became a week before you knew it. Your choice was still becoming clear. You hadn’t had contact with him since that night.

You were driving home from work, and you finally decided. This was just a risk you had to take. Once you pulled into your driveway, you reached for your phone that was sitting in the cup holder.

Your finger hovered over Jakes contact. You hesitated a bit, but you knew deep down this was the right choice. You took a deep breath as the phone rung a few times.

You were met with a voice after the phone rung a few times. You were soon met with Jakes voice.

“Hello?” He answered, his voice groggily.

“Hi, Jake.” You said shyly. “I'm sorry I kinda ghosted you. I really needed that time to think. So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. And, um, I would love to go on tour with you. If you’ll still have me, of course.”

“Of course we’ll have you. I’ll have you any day.” You heard him smile to himself over the line. “And, no need to apologize for taking time for yourself.” He truly sounded sincere, and you couldn’t even begin to believe you even had the tiniest amount of doubt about him.

You giggled quietly, you were so lucky to have found him. Not someone like him. Him.

“Are you still good to be our hair stylist?”

“Mhm!” You exclaimed, more than ready to go on tour at this point.

“Good, good. We leave in a week, I don’t know if we would have survived without you to style our hair. Oh god, Josh already started planning on cutting his own hair. Can you imagine?” He laughed, thinking about his twin brother. The excitement built up in your stomach just thinking about being on the road with them.

“So y/n, you’re sure? You’re coming on the road with us?”

You nod to yourself, partly in disbelief at what your life is now and partly out of excitement. “I’m choosing the road.”

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Summary: You have a surprise for Jake.

Pairings: Jake x Wife!Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny | Genre: domestic fluff, slight angst | Word Count: 3.7k | Warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness

A/N: I have to throw in a little angst, you know me. But here you go! Jake and Sparrow are having a baby! ♡

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, you listened to the steady roll of thunder and patter of rain and tried to will yourself into feeling better. So far, it wasn't working very well; rocky and nauseous, there was little you could do but hold your head in your hands and be as still as possible. One wrong move and you'd be down for the count, just like you had been yesterday morning and the morning before that.

You know what that means, a little voice said in your head. You grimaced.

“It’s just the flu,” you said to yourself. “Some weird flu with no other symptoms that only happens in the morning.”

The power of positive thinking seemed to be a useless venture, but you kept it up anyway. You couldn't be pregnant. No way you were ready for that.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and as you quickly straightened up and made yourself promise that you weren't going to be sick, no matter what, you were reminded of somebody else who wasn't ready for you to be pregnant either. You and Jake hadn't really talked about it — the occasional tipsy proposition to get started having a bunch of little Kiszkas wasn't exactly a serious discussion. Neither of you had pictured it this way, on the cusp of a tour and new album, and you decided to stick with your useless positive thinking for a little bit longer.

“Come in,” you said. Jake made his way in, drowsy and sleep-soft, dressed only in his black boxers and the necklaces he never took off. He looked at you in the mirror as he started to brush his teeth.

“Feel okay, sparrow?” he said around his toothbrush.

You nodded. “Fine. Just don't want to be up this early.”

He hummed in agreement and spit toothpaste into the sink. “You were the one who booked us a flight at the crack of dawn.”

You couldn't deny that. Though Josh and Baby had given you plenty of notice on the date of their son's third birthday party, and though you knew the date by heart because you’d been there the day little John Denver Kiszka was born, you’d procrastinated booking a flight until the early-morning option was the only one. To be fair, you'd had a lot on your mind.

Jake turned on the shower. “You wanna save water and jump in with me?”

You smiled. “I love it when you talk conservation to me.”

He smirked and pulled the shower curtain aside, ushering you in. You felt yourself relax in the quiet morning ritual of showering together, washing each other’s hair and gently bickering over who was getting the most water.

“Can you believe JD is three already?” you asked. His present from the two of you, a pint-sized pirate sword you'd gotten at the ren faire a few weeks ago, was neatly wrapped and packed in your suitcase. “It doesn't seem like it's been three years.”

“Seems like it was only yesterday,” Jake crooned in a teasing voice. “The first baby of the Kiszka-Wagner clan.” He shook his head. “It could be us, sparrow. Can you imagine us with a three-year-old? Holy cow.”

All the tension you’d thought had left quickly made its way back into your body. A nervous hand fluttered to your tummy, somehow worried that a pregnancy that you weren't even convinced was real would show itself. 

“It wouldn't be so terrible,” you said weakly.

He smiled and kissed your cheek, turning the shower off and grabbing you a towel. “No, it wouldn't be so terrible. But not right now. Soon, but not right now.”

You felt nauseous again as you toweled off and dressed. You didn't talk much as you both readied to leave, putting your suitcases in the back of the car and patting Gibson, your cat, goodbye. A kind, cat-loving coworker of yours was coming by to feed Gibby while you were gone, but Jake gave him snuggles and kisses like it was the last time they were ever going to see each other.

“You be good,” Jake said, stroking Gibby’s head as he purred like a car engine. “Mama and I love you very very much.”

Some weird, clawing thing stuck in your throat at him calling you “mama” even though he'd always referred to you that way to your cat. You kissed Gibby’s head and went out to the car, taking a few deep breaths as you watched the rain slide down the passenger side window.

“Five-thirty?” Jake groaned as he backed the car out of the driveway. “Sparrow, we gotta get some coffee.”

Your mood was pensive and distant through the drive, checking in at the airport, and boarding the plane. Jake got away with just one request for his picture and signature in the terminal; the girl was wearing a Mirador shirt, and Jake grinned at her promise to get his signature tattooed right where he’d signed it on her arm. 

“Never gets old,�� he said, slinging his arm over yours as you stood in line to board. “Tell me you like being married to a rockstar.”

You gave him a weak smile. “I like being married to a rockstar.” You did, and you wouldn't trade the constant enjoyment of Jake’s skill and success as a musician. But the rockstar life made some things difficult, and you didn't dare think of what problems would arise if you really were pregnant.

Jake very sweetly gave you the window seat, intending and quickly managing to fall asleep against your shoulder. You looked out at the rainy tarmac and thought of Josh and Baby, two of your dearest friends, people who had not only managed to start a family in the middle of the rockstar life but become very good at it. Their son was the light of their lives, and they'd integrated domestic life into Josh’s whirlwind schedule of recording, touring, and constant limelight with every ounce of joy and patience a couple could ever hope to have. They would help you and Jake, happily, if it turned out that your positive thinking came to naught.

You tried to push the thought out of your head and rest against Jake, readying yourself for a day of summer birthday fun with your family. Your friends and your precious nephew deserved the best version of you, and by the time you pulled up to Josh and Baby’s beautiful old house in Frankenmuth, you were ready to jump right in.

The theme was toddler-friendly life on the high seas, and sweet, colorful, swashbuckling decorations adorned every inch of the house. Coming in, you heard your family in the kitchen and out on the back deck, the sliding door wide open to let dripping, bathing-suited partygoers come back and forth for snacks and popsicles before another splash in the pool.

“Ahoy, mateys!” Jake called, following you as you came into the kitchen. Baby looked up, a bright smile on her pretty face, and abandoned the cubes of watermelon she was spearing with tiny plastic swords.

“You’re here!” she said happily, throwing her arms around you. “Oh, I was worried — Josh said you might have bad weather coming out of Nashville.”

“Just some rain,” you assured her, so relieved to be here with her and the rest of your family. You hugged her back tightly. “How’s the party so far?”

She laughed and gestured to the back yard, accepting an affectionate ruffle of her hair from Jake. “Ready to get started, now that you're here. Have drink, put on your bathing suit, enjoy yourself.”

You went to say hello to your brothers, and JD graciously paused his relentless jumping into Sam’s arms in the pool to hug you and Jake. Dripping wet, his curly hair wreathed with sunshine, he looked up at you and your husband like you’d hung the moon.

“I so happy you're here!” he said gleefully. “Is’ my birthday!”

You smiled and kissed his chubby cheek. “It is! Happy birthday, honey.”

You let him get back to swimming and went to change into your bathing suit. Before long, you were happily drawn into sun-soaked hours of lounging by the pool, talking about everything and nothing with your family. Rosie, who wasn't as spry as she used to be but still patient and amenable to JD’s wet hands mussing her fur, thumped her tail as she lay under the shade of Danny’s chair.

“Sam wants another puppy,” Danny said, taking a long pull from a Corona. “He told his mom we're going to be parents, and she almost lost her shit until she figured out he meant another dog and not a baby.”

Sam planted a kiss on Danny’s forehead. “No babies until we're married, Wagner. I've told you this a hundred times.”

“He’s old fashioned,” Danny agreed, giving you a slightly wistful smile. “But he’s right. We’d have our hands full with a bunch of dogs and a whole entire person.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Josh called from the pool, holding JD as the little boy paddled and splashed and giggled. “You should go for it. All of you. Me and Baby feel kinda left out being the only ones with bedtimes at seven-thirty.”

Jake laughed. “No thanks. I've still got some partying years in me.”

Your throat felt tight. “Maybe partying’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” 

“Speak for yourself,” Sam teased.

Baby seemed to notice something was off with you, and she put her hand over yours. 

“Will you come help me get some stuff from the kitchen?” she asked.

You went with her willingly, needing a break from the sun and the harmless teasing that seemed to twist like a knife in you. You took the Capri-suns and sub sliders from the fridge as she mixed a pitcher of what was appropriately labeled “Jack Sparrow’s missing rum punch”.

“You want some?” she asked.

You bit your lip. “Better not.”

She poured herself a drink and joined you at the counter where you half-heartedly put pirate-sail toothpicks in the sandwiches.

“All the decorations came out really cute,” you said, meaning it despite your quiet tone.

She smiled. “Thanks, sparrow. You know Jake’s had JD into pirates since the day he was born, and now that he's finally old enough to enjoy it, I figured it was time to pull out all the stops.”

She brushed your hair back from your face. “Sparrow... are you pregnant?”

You felt a vivid blush rise to your face. Was it pinned to your dress like a scarlet letter? But meeting her eyes, seeing sympathy and understanding there, you slowly nodded.

“I think so,” you all but whispered. “I — I haven't taken a test. I don't know for sure.”

“But your period’s late?” she asked calmly.

“And I've been having morning sickness,” you managed. “It — I mean, it could be the flu, but —”

She laughed, but it wasn't unkind.

“It’s probably not the flu, honey.” She squeezed your hand. “I have a test in the bathroom if you want to take it.”

You were surprised. “Are you pregnant?”

She shrugged. “Not at the moment. I’m not planning on it, but...” She gave you a wry smile. “Sometimes these things happen, sparrow. It’s not the end of the world. It might actually be the start of something really wonderful for you and Jake.”

You felt the sting of tears. “I haven't said anything to him. I didn't want to if I wasn't sure. I don't know if he’ll...” Tears spilled over. “If he’ll be happy.”

“Of course he’ll be happy,” she said, and it was so confident and so sure that you felt a buoying of hope. “He’ll be over the freakin’ moon, sparrow. Don't let all this nostalgia for partying get to you. Josh was happy when we found out we were having JD, and Jake will be happy if you find out you're having a baby too.”

You swallowed. “You think so?”

She smiled and brushed the tears from your face. “Yeah, I think so. Go find out if you are.”

You did as she said, finding the Clearblue test under the sink. Waiting was agonizing; you forced yourself to wait longer than you were supposed to, not sure if you could bear it, whatever the result was. You wanted a baby with Jake; nothing would give you more pleasure than to make him a father, to start a family with the man you loved. But was he ready? Were you ready?

Finally, you looked at the test. There, in little black letters: pregnant.

A gasping sort of sob escaped you. You clapped a hand over your mouth and sank to the floor, holding the test in shaking fingers, reading it over and over. Pregnant. You and Jake were having a baby.

You cried, but whether they were happy tears or just a sign of how overwhelmed you were, you couldn’t tell. Sitting on your best friends’ bathroom floor, you watched your tears blur that one little word that would change everything.

Eventually, you collected yourself enough to wash your face at the sink and tuck the test in the pocket of your sundress. You ventured out to the back porch and found your family in a safe, comforting chaos; Baby and Danny were swimming with JD, and the twins were soundly beating Sam in garbage. 

Jake looked up as you came out, a handsome smile lighting his face. “Hi, sweetheart. You wanna play the next hand?”

You looked over at Baby, and she grinned when you gave her a little smile. She nodded towards Jake, urging you to tell him.

“Um...” You twisted the fabric of your dress in nervous fingers. “Actually, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure. Let me just...” He laid out his cards and was met with groans from his brothers, and he smirked. “Read it and weep, fellas.”

Josh gathered up the cards to be dealt again, and Jake was careful of the empty beer bottles on the table as he stood and came inside with you. He was a little tipsy, his piratey swagger giving it away more than anything else, sun-kissed and smiley and so beautiful to you that you thought you would never get tired of just looking at him. Would your baby look like him? You hoped so, and it was the promise of another someone like Jake Kiszka in the world that made you brave enough to speak.

“I need to tell you something,” you said, your voice a little wobbly. 

He pulled you close and gave you a kiss. “Don’t tell me. You want to ravish me.”

You gave a soft laugh. “Not exactly.” You led him to the guest bedroom, though, wanting it to be just the two of you with no one walking in accidentally. 

“This is... not convincing,” he teased when you closed the door behind you. “I guess you’re feeling better than you were this morning, huh?”

You were, but the reason wasn't what he thought. Now that you knew, now that you were sure and had the confidence and encouragement of your best friend, you were feeling much better. Now you just needed Jake to tell you it would be alright.

“I think I might not be... over that,” you said cautiously. “Like, it might be a recurring thing. Every morning.”

He frowned, searching your face. “What do you mean? Is something wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nope. Nothing's wrong.” 

“What is it, then?”

You pulled the test out of your pocket and handed it to him. “Um... I think that’s what it is.”

You waited for him to speak, to do anything, but he just looked at it in silence, cradled in the palm of his hand. Then, after a moment, he looked up at you.

“Are you serious?”

You couldn’t read his tone. Shock, surprise, maybe a little fear, something you hoped was excitement — all of them bled into the color of his voice.

“I'm serious,” you said, starting to feel like you were going to cry again. “I just took it. It's... I mean, it's pretty clear.”

He closed his hand around the test. Almost like he’d taken a blow, he stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed.

Your heart dropped right to the floor when he hid behind his free hand, leaning over his knees. Tears blurred your vision.

“I know it’s not the best time,” you said, desperate for some kind of reassurance. You came close to him. “But I think if we — if —” You didn't know what to say. “I think we can do it, Jake. I think we can have this baby.”

He lifted his head and met your eyes, a big, bright smile shining through a tearful haze. 

“You’re really pregnant?” he asked, and it was all joy.

You all but collapsed against him then, putting your arms around his neck, holding him as he tested your head against your tummy. He put his arms around you and held you close, caught somewhere between laughing and crying.

“I’m really pregnant,” you said softly. “Jake, are you happy?”

He stood and spun you around, exultant, laughing like a little boy on Christmas morning.

“Yes, I'm happy!” He stopped spinning you to kiss you, sweet and messy and so in love with you. “Are you crazy, sparrow? I've never been so happy in my whole life!”

You looked up at him with your heart in your eyes. “You don't think it's a bad time?”

He hushed you with another kiss. “No way. It's the perfect time. Forget everything I ever said about it being a bad time.” His smile was so big and beautiful. “I can't believe we're having a baby, sparrow. You're gonna be such a good mom. I love you, and I'm so proud of you. I love you so much.”

“Oh, Jake,” you said gently. “I love you too.”

He held you close and you melted against him, safe, loved, so happy you were delirious with it. You were having a baby! It sang in every part of you, and you joined in his joyful tears and watery laughter.

“Let’s go tell everybody,” he said, taking your hand. “You want to?”

You nodded, feeling that you'd never been more in love with him than you were just then.

He led you back out to the porch and tried to keep the suspense up as your family watched your giddy, excited entrance. Everyone was sitting at the table now, JD fast asleep on Josh’s lap; Jake was grinning to beat the sun, bright and shining with pride and contagious joy as the two of you stood before the people you loved.

“I don't mean to steal the little man’s thunder,” Jake said, looking with heart-rending tenderness at his brother and his baby. “This a great birthday for a great little guy. But...” He looked to you, and you gave his hand and encouraging squeeze. 

“Well, I guess we’ll be planning another birthday party soon,” Jake said, the words fairly bursting out, “because... we're having a baby!”

Your family erupted into a wonderful cacophony shocked questions and joyful hollering, chairs protesting as they were pushed back, pirate decorations toppling on the tabletop as you and Jake were surrounded with hugs and kisses and congratulations. JD woke, a little uneasy at all the happy noise, and Josh cuddled him close with a beaming smile and told him he was going to have a cousin very soon.

“Oh,” was all the little boy said, one hand tangled in Josh’s shirt as he looked on the gathering with a bleary smile.

Baby fairly tackled you, telling you how much she loved you, how happy she was for you. You stood in the circle of your family and couldn't help a few tears, but they were nothing but happy now.

After the boys reined in their joyful rowdiness and you had been hugged so many times you felt the pressure of love on you like a warm blanket, it was time for cake and presents and celebration of the first little Kiszka your family had been blessed with. JD loved all his presents, running around in his too-big pirate outfit from Sam and Danny and waving the sword you and Jake had gotten him, and the adults settled at the table to enjoy each other's company. In the light of the setting sun, sun-flushed cheeks sore from smiling and music playing and drinks flowing, you family was as beautiful to you as they had ever been.

Jake patted his lap, and you squeezed with him in the chair and welcomed his protective, loving arms around you. 

“So, what are we naming this baby?” Sam asked, dealing out a hand of cards. “Jake junior?”

“Jack Sparrow,” Josh offered.

You laughed. “Maybe. I think it’ll be a girl, though.”

Jake looked up at you. “You know already?”

You kissed him. “Not officially, honey. I didn't mean to get you all excited. But... I don't know. I can feel it.”

Baby nodded as she gathered her cards. “I could tell with JD. Sometimes you just know.”

“It should be a bird name,” Danny suggested. “Since you guys are into that sort of thing.”

Jake smiled. “Yeah, it should.” His hand rested on your tummy, and you put your hands over his. “What about Robin?”

The name washed over you with a special kind of peace. “Okay,” you said softly. “Sparrow and her Jake-bird and their little Robin.”

Your family cooed over the name as you gave Jake a gentle kiss, and you knew it was perfect for your little girl. 

Cake was eaten, drinks topped off, and music cranked up until it was well and truly a party. JD, with all the enthusiasm he could muster while falling asleep on Danny’s lap, joined in the various cheers and groans as you played cards together. You couldn't wait until you had another little Kiszka to join the party — your Robin would be around five months old at JD’s next birthday bash, and maybe there would even be another Kiszka-Wagner baby on the way. For now, though, everything was perfect, and you rested in it as you spent time with the ones you loved.

Jake pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you, sparrow,” he said gently, just for you. “And I love our little bird.”

You touched his cheek and drew him up to kiss your properly, loving the feel of his smile.

“Jakey,” you said softly. “We love you too.”

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Anything For You - chapter 20

Word count: 1.5k (DON’T KILL ME)

Warnings: none?

Note: don’t quote me on weeks/months along. If I care too much, I’ll give myself a stress ulcer. Finals season ends today. Classes start again Monday. Also, nearly everything here is intentional. I mean, everything is … but the times, texting styles, all of it is intentional.

Masterlist

FRIDAY

Josh: Jake told me. I’m sorry. (11:43PM)

Josh: I still want to hear from you though. (11:43PM)

Incoming call - Missed.

Incoming call - 47 seconds.

Josh: don’t shut me out, Dove (11:50PM)

Josh: I’m always here. Always will be. (11:58PM)

SUNDAY

Y/N: but i want him (3:27AM)

Josh: I know (6:45AM)

MONDAY

Jake: I wanted to give you space. I think that was a shitty idea. I’m sorry. (1:35PM)

Jake: I’m just sorry, my girl (1:35PM)

Jake: Can I call you? (1:39PM)

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Jake: I understand. I love you, Y/N. (11:17PM)

TUESDAY

Josh: Did you get to sleep? (4:13AM)

Y/N: no (4:13AM)

Josh: Should you talk to your doctor? (4:27AM)

Y/N: And say what? (4:27AM)

Josh: I know what you’re getting at and i don’t think it’s stupid to say a personal problem has given you insomnia (4:30AM)

Y/N: go to sleep Josh (4:33AM)

Josh: Call me? (4:35AM)

Outgoing call - 7 hours, 43 minutes

THURSDAY

Jake: I have never had to navigate this shit, but I need you to know I’m trying to figure it out (10:38AM)

Jake: I’m dry (10:39AM)

Jake: Decided I’m not even dabbling anymore (10:40AM)

Jake: I don’t know if you care, and I don’t need you to. I don’t need anything from you to do better. (10:41AM)

Jake: Except maybe to tell me if I’m overstepping by texting you (10:41AM)

Jake: I would rather call (11:01AM)

Jake: I miss you, Y/N (11:15AM)

SATURDAY

Y/N: Can’t sleep (2:35AM)

Josh: Call me (2:46AM)

Outgoing call - 9 hours, 2 minutes

”How is he?”

“I’m not answering self-destructive questions. You know that.”

MONDAY

Danny: How many weeks are you again? (1:17PM)

Danny: I’m talking to my mom and I forgot (1:17PM)

Y/N: 30. Tell her I said hi (1:19PM)

Danny: Damn. (1:19PM)

Danny: oh she said that she loves you btw (2:07PM)

Danny: as do i. Miss you, kid! (2:08PM)

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Josh: sleeping? (11:45PM)

Y/N: call? (11:46PM)

Incoming call - 37 seconds

Y/N: Sorry (11:47PM)

Josh: sorry! (11:47PM)

Josh: no don’t apologize. I didn’t know he was there (11:48PM)

Josh: I left. Try again? (11:50PM)

Outgoing call - 5 hours, 57 minutes

Jake: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. (11:58PM)

Jake: I’m glad you have him (11:59PM)

TUESDAY

Jake: Still not good with words. But I think I bleed for you. (12:01AM)

Jake: You don’t have to answer, but I get sick to my stomach when I think of not knowing. How is baby? (12:03AM)

Y/N: Misses you (7:08AM)

Jake: I miss her too (7:08AM)

Jake: I love you (7:23AM)

Jake: I’m sorry (7:37AM)

THURSDAY

Incoming call - 7 minutes, 58 seconds

“Since when do you call, Sam?”

“Since I’m asking if you’d come to a show if your seat was on my side.”

“Maybe.”

“Fuck yeah!”

FRIDAY

Jake: Doctors appointment on the calendar today. How did it go? (12:02PM)

Y/N: *Pictures of ultrasounds. Above the third scan, the words “IT’S A GIRL!” are printed* (12:15PM)

Jake: oh dove (12:16PM)

Jake: I love you (12:16PM)

Jake: I love you I love you I love you (12:16PM)

Jake: I’m so sorry I wasn’t there (12:17PM)

Y/N: That’s okay. (12:20PM)

Jake: I miss you baby (12:22PM)

Y/N: I miss you too (12:24PM)

Y/N: Please come back better (12:38PM)

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Josh: CALL?? (1:17PM)

Outgoing call - 37 minutes, 14 seconds

“A girl?”

“We always knew this, Josh.”

“Maybe you did, but I was waiting for concrete evidence! Baby girl Kiszka? Or- wait, no-“

“No, you’re right.”

”Oh thank God … I missed that laugh.”

MONDAY

Y/N: I forgive you (8:17PM)

Jake: Thank you, my love (10:27PM)

Jake: I love you both more than life itself (10:28PM)

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Josh: Call? (11:56PM)

Outgoing call - 8 hours, 7 minutes

TUESDAY

Sam: Is that you that’s on the phone at night with Josh?? (7:14AM)

Y/N: yup (8:31AM)

Sam: Why don’t you ever call me?? (8:45AM)

Y/N: Don’t you have a girlfriend? (8:47AM)

Sam: That’s not fair, you have two (8:55AM)

Sam: (Jake and Josh) (8:56AM)

Y/N: Tell them I said you can borrow either one whenever you want (9:01AM)

Sam: never mind (9:02AM)

Y/N: Thought so (9:10AM)

Y/N: you already hear Josh snoring at night, I don’t think you’d want a pregnant woman in your ear too (9:11AM)

Sam: you’re mistaken. I do if I miss my friend who happens to be a pregnant woman (9:15AM)

Y/N: I miss you too Sam (3:28PM)

THURSDAY

Jake: I meant what I said (3:17AM)

Jake: I only want you. (3:17AM)

Jake: you’re it for me. Whether you want me or not. (3:18AM)

Jake: But please say you want me (4:49AM)

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Y/N: want and need (6:21AM)

Jake: I love you (6:22AM)

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Y/N: doing okay? (10:29AM)

Jake: as well as I can without you two beside me (10:45AM)

Jake: Still sober. (10:47AM)

Jake: How’s baby? (10:48AM)

Y/N: making me sick (11:00AM)

Jake: oh mama (11:01AM)

Y/N’S LOCATION - Joshua’s - since 3:47PM Monday

Jake: I’m sending food. It’ll be there in about an hour. (11:35AM)

JAKE’S LOCATION - Interstate 80 - Live

Jake: Y/N? (12:13PM)

Y/N: Sorry, I was crying (12:16PM)

Jake: Are you okay? Did I mess up? (12:16PM)

Y/N: I miss you (12:18PM)

Jake: Can I call you? (12:20PM)

Outgoing call - 2 hours, 15 minutes

“I’ve missed your voice.”

“I’ve missed yours, dove …you’re my favorite everything.”

“Am I mean if I say our baby is my favorite?”

“Wait, I want to change my answer.”

SATURDAY

Jake: are you awake? (7:43AM)

Y/N: Call me (7:45AM)

Incoming call - 5 hours, 31 minutes

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Josh: I’m proud of you (6:43PM)

Y/N: I’m trying (6:47PM)

Josh: And that’s why I’m proud (6:50PM)

MONDAY

Jake: *Picture of store brand seltzer water can held out in front of an empty stadium* (5:32PM)

Y/N: I like those. I also like your bracelets. (5:37PM)

Jake: I like you, babydoll (5:38PM)

Y/N: Call me after the show? (5:40PM)

Jake: Call now? I just can’t talk during sound check (5:41PM)

Jake: But I wanna hear your pretty voice (5:42PM)

Outgoing call - 1 hour, 3 minutes

“You’re burping because you drank pineapple sparkling water. This is why Josh won’t let you sing … I put you on speaker, you’re laying on my chest … baby loves hearing you … maybe we should talk names soon.”

TUESDAY

Y/N: When is your tour over? (3:25AM)

Jake: Why are you awake, baby? (3:26PM)

Y/N: I cried a bunch and now I can’t breathe through my nose (3:37AM)

Incoming call - 7 hours, 27 minutes

“Why were you crying?”

“I just miss you … Jake?”

“Sorry, dove … I’m trying not to cry, I forgot my nose strips in Kansas City.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, dove.”

WEDNESDAY

Outgoing call - 3 hours, 4 minutes

Y/N: Would you want to FaceTime? (10:42PM)

Incoming FaceTime - 6 hours, 19 minutes

“Don’t gasp! I feel huge!”

“It’s a good gasp, I promise! … look how beautiful you are, Y/N.”

“She’s a healthy little thing in there.”

“I’m proud of you … holy fuck I can’t stop staring. You are stunning.”

“… Come home.”

“… Okay.”

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missing Josh hours🥹✨

(These are my pics, please give credit if repost!🤍)

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Greta Van Fleet as these gnome memes:

Josh:

Jake:

Sam:

Danny:

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I kind of want to post an unfinished oneshot, would that be something everyone would be interested in?

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i love bf Sammy🥰

*sigh* Boyfriend Sammy

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They touched tips 😗

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Between the Two of You - Pt. 2

Jake X Chris X Reader

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration.

WC: 4k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Slash, M/M, M/F, Threesome

A few of you asked for a part 2, and after seeing Mirador in person we couldn't get them out of our heads. Chris and Jake are an incredible team, it's safe to say we're cake lane❤️

Jake and Chris were sitting in one of their dressing rooms after another amazing Mirador set, basking in the afterglow of their performance when they heard both of their phones buzzing from the table. Their eyes met and their cheeks pinkened a little bit, knowing that it was Y/N texting their group chat. One of the upcoming shows was going to be nearby where she was staying and they’d decided to invite her out to a show, let her see them both perform now that they’ve got their stage presence perfected.

Jake giggled softly as he grabbed both of the devices, handing Chris’s off to him before sitting back down with his own in hand. “I’ll be there! But only if I get a backstage pass ;)”, both boys read her flirty reply, sending back their own words of encouragement and assuring her that they couldn’t wait to see her again. There had been plenty of flirty texts and pictures exchanged in that group chat over the weeks since the three of them had last been together and the anticipation was building up for each of them.

Their phones buzzed again and both men looked at the incoming message, it was a photo of her in bed in a short sexy nightgown with text reading,” Gotta get plenty of rest, I can't wait to see you boys tomorrow ❤️”

Jake feels his cheeks pinken,” She really is something else isn't she.”

Chris chuckles setting his phone down on the table top,” She sure is a spitfire. I'm sure that's how she can handle us both, isn't it babe.”

“Hey now! I have to go back out there and face thousands, I can't walk out with a situation in my pants.”

Chris smirks, grabbing his phone, walking over to the beverage cart,” Sure you could.”

⚔️⚔️

The following evening in yet another city they emerged from the stage to be met with their good friend Y/N waiting for them in the wings.

“Guys! That was incredible! Holy shit, call me Mirador’s number one fan oh my god!”

Chris embraces her first, giving her a tight hug and a soft kiss on the mouth,” So glad you liked it sweetie.”

Jake grasps her tightly kissing the side of her head,” I hope you're our number one fan, we're going back to your hotel room after this.”

Playfully she rolls her eyes, “such a flirt Jakey.”

As the evening progresses her and Chris watch the Greta set from the wings of Jake's side of the stage cheering loudly for their friend. About two hours later a sweaty exhilarated Jake emerges from the stage,” Give me 15 minutes to get cleaned up and then we're out of here.”

She giggles to Chris grabbing him by the hand following Jake to his dressing room. As soon as the dressing room door slams behind them Jake is kicking his boots off, throwing his sweaty jacket to the floor, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants while he makes his way to the shower.

“Yeah baby, take it off!” Y/N giggles, crossing the room to playfully swat at his ass. Jake turns and gives Chris a pointed look before turning back towards the shower, as if to say, ‘Well? Are you coming?’

“You want to shower together, Jake?” Chris teases with a smirk.

“Saves water and time, does it not?” Jake gives a shit eating grin right back before stripping himself completely. He turns the faucet as hot as he can stand it and steps under the stream, letting the scalding water relax his body. “I’m waiting…” Jake sing-songs, faking a yawn while Chris and Y/N are busy ogling him.

With that Chris starts kicking his shoes off and throws his shirt off over his head, but Y/N’s hands stop his own on their way to his belt buckle. “Let me.” She whispers, kissing his jaw before sinking to her knees. She wastes no time undoing his belt and pants before yanking them down his thighs along with his boxers, letting him step out of them. Once he’s fully bare in front of her, she takes a moment to admire him in all his glory.

His hands gently cup her face, “You’re a fucking vision, sweetheart. Look at you, on your knees for us.” He grasps her hands and tugs her back up to crash their lips together roughly making her gasp. It doesn’t last long before she’s pulling back, giving Chris a slap on his ass to urge him into the shower with Jake. She claps her hands together once both men are in the shower, watching them leave little kisses and touches on each other’s skin as they got cleaned up.

“I’m going to the bathroom really quick, you boys be good.” She giggles, leaving them each with a quick kiss on their damp cheeks.

“You know we can’t promise that, love.” Chris chuckles, pressing his lips to Jake’s and pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together under the spray of the water. She practically sprints to the bathroom and back, taking care of business as fast as she possibly could, to get back to the two beautiful men waiting for her.

When she walks back into the dressing room, she instantly feels her panties get wetter, seeing Jake and Chris still pressed against each other, mouths devouring each other while their hips are grinding together. She hears them letting out little gasps and moans when their hardening lengths brush together. She can't help but oggle Chris's bare ass as it jiggles while he thrusts,” So we made it to the couch I see.”

Approaching them slowly her eyes hone in on their hardened cocks, lengths brushing against one another leaving little pearlescent puddles of precum on their thighs. Her breath catches in her throat when Chris's middle and ring finger swipe through Jake's mess and bring them to his lips silently asking him to suck.

“That's my good boy.”

Her thighs clench, desperately trying to relieve the ache,” God you two are so hot.”

Chris grasps,” How does it taste? Tell me, my slutty little boy, I wanna hear all about it.”

In between kisses to Chris's glistening fingers Jake replies,” It's so good Chris, you're gonna love it. Try it baby.”

Chris goes to move his hand and Jake stops him, taking his own fingers and scooping up the new puddle of precum before presenting them to Chris to suck.

“You were right… fucking delicious.”

Her voice shakes as she speaks up,” Can we go to the hotel now? I'm so fucking horny.”

Both men nod reluctantly and begin to get dressed. Once presentable they begin walking down the hallways of the venue, Chris and Jake on either side of her. They pass Josh with his bags slung over his shoulder ready to leave the venue as well, his laugh echoing off the cement hallway,” Have fun!”

She turns to face him shooting finger guns making him laugh harder,” Be careful now!”

Firing back,” It's not my first rodeo Josh!”

Sending her a wink he teases,” Go easy on ‘em babe, I'm gonna need ‘em back for the rest of the shows!”

Throwing her head back she cackles before speeding up to catch back up with her friends.

On the way back to the hotel, everyone is talking and laughing, talking about that night’s show as well as anything else that comes to mind. Y/N can’t keep her eyes off of Jake and Chris no matter how hard she tries. Josh, of course, takes notice and blows her a kiss with a wink. She quickly turns her head, trying to hide her blush and Josh just smirks at her.

Once the bus is parked everyone piles out, no one seeming to be able to climb off the bus fast enough.

“Have fun! Be careful!” Josh giggles as Chris, Y/N and Jake jog past him towards the building. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” His voice raises just enough to make sure he’s heard over all the chatter. Jake flips him off over his shoulder, not even bothering to turn around and face him, before taking Chris and Y/N’s hands, impatiently leading them to the elevator. They’re the first ones to reach the elevator thanks to Jake’s rushing, and as soon as the three of them have stepped inside, Jake pushes the ‘close door’ button, giving everyone else a cheeky wave.

“You fucker!” Josh shouts as the doors close, laughing breathlessly, having sprinted trying to catch up with his twin.

“Sorry, Joshy!” Y/N giggles. “Gotta catch the next one!”

“Don’t wait up!” Jake yells over the elevator noise as they start the climb up to their floor.

Chris’s hands start roaming Jake’s body outside the hotel room door, making Jake’s search for the room key infinitely more challenging. “Where the fuck is your key?” Chris groans between kisses over Jake’s neck.

“Pockets…” Jake whines, unable to think clearly with the arousal clouding his brain. Chris sneaks both of his hands into the back pockets of Jake’s jeans, giving his ass cheeks a firm squeeze before removing his hands from Jake’s pockets, key in hand.

As soon as the door swings open, the three of them rush inside and Y/N slams the door shut behind them. “Strip and lay down on the bed, pretty baby.” Chris instructs Jake, palming him over the fabric of his jeans. Jake hurriedly obeys, shedding every layer of clothing until he’s fully exposed, knees bent and legs spread apart on the bed where he waits for them.

Chris gets to work slowly undressing Y/N and himself, putting on a little show for his bandmate. He presses gentle kisses all over her neck and chest before sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. She moans softly, turning into a little hiss when she feels his teeth graze her sensitive skin. Then he pulls back and takes her hand, leading her over to the bed.

Jake is a sight to see, face flushed, eyes almost black with lust. “You look so beautiful all spread out like this, Jakey. Gonna let me have another taste? I can’t get enough of you.” Chris groans, kneeling on the bed next to Jake and taking his throbbing length in his hand. He nods enthusiastically and Chris wastes no time trailing his tongue up the underside of Jake’s cock, swirling it around his tip before taking it between his lips, loving the feel and weight of it resting on his tongue.

Chris pulls back for a second, “Kiss him, will you, love?” directed at Y/N before swallowing Jake back down. She captures Jake’s lips with her own, his moans and whimpers being muffled into her mouth. When he has to pull away for air, he buries his face in the crook of her neck, trailing little kisses and nips all over while Chris spoils him with his mouth. He pulls back on him, his tongue swirling around his tip, gently working against his leaking slit. Jake cries into her neck as pleasure floods his brain and he feels himself getting closer,”I could cum from this, kinda wanna.”

She kisses Jake's forehead softly cooing,” Kinda want to? Can you cum twice for us Jakey? We have plenty more to do tonight.”

He gulps harshly, his face still hidden in her neck,” Yeah, I can. I can cum twice for you.”

Chris plants kisses up Jake's heated skin, his overly hard cock pulsing,” Go ahead, let go for me.”

He reattaches his lips to Jake's pink swollen tip, sucking hard.

“Fuck!”

Jake's back arches off the mattress and the knot in his stomach snaps and he's releasing into his band mates mouth. He leans up, mouth still full. Y/N quickly switches positions with him, grabbing Jake's still hard cock lining it up with her entrance before sinking down on him. She smirks as Jake gasps, and she pulls Chris close opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Chris grants her her request and spits some of Jake's load into her mouth before swallowing his half. Tangling her hands into Chris's blonde locks she pulls his face to hers kissing him harshly. He kisses down her body, before flicking his tongue across her hard sensitive nipples making her clench around Jake making him cry out.

Jake trashes his head against the pillow,” Feels so fuckin good, god I love being buried in your perfect pussy.”

She smiles as he twitches uncontrollably within her,” Calm down baby.’

Jake bites his lip whining as she continues to clench around him gasping out,” I can't, feels so good- too much”

Chris lays his palm flat on Jake's chest rubbing soothing circles on his skin attempting to ground Jake,” Just breathe honey, you're doing so well. Just calm down Jake, just feel her.”

“Breathe, baby. Deep breaths, you’re okay, we have you. Just let yourself feel it, feel me wrapped around you, feel Chris’s hands on your body.” She soothes, just warming his cock for a minute, letting him pull himself together. Both of Chris’s hands are still on Jake, one resting on his chest feeling his heartbeat try to go back to normal, the other gently brushing his brown locks off of his sweaty forehead and cheeks.

Finally, they feel the tension melt away from Jake’s body. His thighs unclench, his eyes flutter open from where he’d had them squeezed shut. He nuzzles his head into Chris’s soothing touch, much like a cat would lean into a pet from its owner. “There he is, that’s my good boy.” Chris whispers, leaning down to give him a kiss before motioning to Y/N to keep moving.

“Fuck, she’s so tight and warm.” Jake groans, his fingers pressing into her hips while she bounces on his cock. He meets Chris’s gaze, big brown eyes pleading, “Let me touch you? Please?” He lets one hand wander to his bandmate’s chest, dull nails clawing at his skin, just wanting to feel him.

Chris cups Jake’s face in his hands, “What do you want, baby? Use your words.”

“I want you in my mouth.” He sighs out dreamily.

“That’s not how you ask for what you want, Jakey.” Chris gives him a warning glance.

“I want- I need you in my mouth. Please, sir.” He pleads, moans and whimpers leaving his lips when Y/N stops bouncing on him and starts grinding her hips into his instead.

“Good boy. How do you want me, sweet boy?”

Jake pats his chest, making grabby hands towards Chris. “C’mere?” He pouts, puppy dog eyes making an appearance yet again. Chris straddles his chest, lovingly stroking his thumbs over Jake’s cheeks. He takes his own cock in his hand, bringing the tip to Jake’s lips and letting him swirl his tongue around. Jake groans at the taste of Chris’s arousal on his tongue, savoring it while he wraps his lips around his tip and starts to gently suck.

“He’s so big, fuck. I’m so full, he feels incredible.” She moans, resting her head against Chris’s back while he slowly fucks in and out of Jake’s warm mouth.

“Yeah? Let me hear it, sweetheart. Tell me.” Chris grunts, chest starting to heave a little with exertion.

“Feels so fucking good, oh my god.” She whines, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m getting so close, please make me cum!” She begs, desperately trying to keep her rhythm on Jake’s pulsing cock. He can feel her walls clenching around him, every little noise he makes sending delicious vibrations through Chris’s body making him shudder.

Chris knows his words of encouragement will only bring her closer to the edge, “You gonna cum for us, love? C’mon, let us have it. You look like such an angel bouncing on his pretty cock.”

Jake lets out a pathetic sounding whimper around Chris’s length. “You wanna be told you’re pretty too, Jakey? You are. You look so beautiful taking me like this. Like it’s all you’re good for.”

As she falls apart around him Jake's whimpers increase in volume until he quickly pulls off him, “Stop stop! Fuck I can't - I'm too close.”

She immediately stills, slumping forward into Chris's back as she lets Jake calm down again. Pressing small gentle kisses to his back as she fully comes back down. Following Chris's lead she climbs off of Jake and into his lap. Her lips trailing up his chest, up his neck stopping right below his ear,” I need you to rail me into the mattress, think you can do that?”

He gasps as she sinks her teeth into the sensitive skin under his ear. His eyes darken with lust, manhandling her from her position on his lap to being on all fours. His large palm connects with her back in between her shoulder blades pushing her down to press against the mattress,”This okay baby? This what you wanted?”

She feels herself get even wetter as he glides his swollen head through her slick, a breathy yes falls from her lips. He takes that as a go ahead and pushes into her fully in one harsh thrust, setting a punishing pace. Her mind blanks as he hits every single sweet spot inside her, gasps and whines are the only things leaving her lips. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels him fully abusing her insides, the coil quickly tightening within her stomach. His hips smack against her skin harshly as he keeps her pinned against the bed, moans flowing freely from her mouth. Her brain explodes in mind numbing pleasure, she can't even tell him she's cumming.

His voice rasps low,” Fuck! Yeah that's it baby, good girl, fuckin squirt all over my cock.”

His hips slow slightly as she melts into the mattress dazed from the powerful orgasm she just had. Chris's large calloused hands massage the muscles in her back easing her back to him,” Did that feel good honey? Came so pretty for me, you're so beautiful.”

He keeps his thrusts steady gently easing her closer to her next orgasm,” Ya think you can give me another one sweetheart? I think you can.”

Jake slides in next to her, roughly kissing her lips, his tongue hungrily invading her mouth as his hand snakes down to rub against her clit. Instantly she clenches around Chris's length making him moan out into the otherwise quiet hotel room.

Jake coos,” D’ya think you can use your pretty mouth on me again? We can fill you up from both ends.”

Her eyes find his, soft and innocent looking even though he knows she's far from pure. He kneels in front of her fisting his cock in his hand, tracing his messy tip against her pouty lips like a sinful lipstick. He pets her hair back away from her face, sighing out a breath,” Go easy on me now, honey.”

She opens her mouth allowing him inside, softly swirling her tongue around him before taking him all the way down, her nose buried in the patch of pubic hair at his base. Jake's head dips back as he groans,” Fuuuuck honey, that's not going easy.”

Chris picks up his pace thrusting harshly into her, moving her further down Jake's cock, causing her to suppress a gag,” Ah ah, c’mon sweetheart, be a good girl and give him a chance.”

She eases off Jake's length as her friends cock punishes her cervix, the painful pleasure spreading throughout her body leaving her as nothing but a place for Jake to warm his cock. Jake squeezes his eyes shut tight, using the few seconds reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure to collect himself once again. One of his hands continues rubbing tight circles around her swollen clit, the other holds her hair back off her face for her while Chris pounds into her from behind.

“I can feel you clenching, sweetheart. Such a good girl, one more for me, yeah?” Chris grunts, hips stuttering slightly in their rhythm as he gets closer to coming undone. All at once, it’s too much- Chris brutally thrusting his hips into her, Jake’s skilled fingers on her overly sensitive clit, and the downright sinful noises coming from the three of them. She can hear and feel Chris’s hips hitting the backs of her thighs, the wet sounds coming from between her legs that she might be embarrassed by under any other circumstance, and the delicious moans spilling from both their lips.

“Oh fuck, I’m-“ is all she can manage before her orgasm rips through her once more, gushing all over Chris’s length for the second time that evening. Jake pulls himself from her mouth with a whimper, smoothing her hair back while she catches her breath.

“You did so well for us, baby.” Chris soothes once he’s also pulled out of her, pressing kisses to her heated skin anywhere that his mouth could reach.

“Mmm. ‘M tired.” She groans, rolling to her back and making herself comfy on the ruined sheets.

Both men gently kiss her lips, “Just lay back honey, we’ll put on a show just for you, alright?” Jake says sweetly, rising from the bed and gesturing to the chair in the corner of the room. Chris catches his eye and winks, crossing the room to settle into the chair, both arms on the armrests. He crooks a finger at Jake, beckoning him closer.

Slowly, Jake struts over to him, Y/N admiring his bare ass as he goes.

Once Jake comes to a stop in front of the chair, Chris’s arms wrap around his waist and pull him down to straddle his lap, chest to chest. “Hi.” Jake giggles, arms winding around Chris’s neck as he crashes their lips together. Chris uses his grip on Jake’s hips to pull him down, grinding their cocks together with a breathy moan. Jake pulls back from his lips and whines, “don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop, please I’m so close.”

“Shut up, I’m not stopping. C’mere.” Chris kisses him again, swallowing down every little noise his bandmate makes. He finds a rhythm, strong arms pushing and pulling Jake’s hips against his own while he also bucks up into Jake for extra friction. It’s messy, both of them leaving little pools of precum in each other’s laps, making their cocks glide together smoothly. Chris scoops up a little of their mess on his first two fingers, savoring the taste of them together on his tongue.

They’re both so worked up it doesn’t take either of them long, the feeling of their cocks twitching only spurring them on more as they pant into each other’s mouths. Jake bites down hard on Chris’s bottom lip, a little drop of blood hitting his tongue and then he’s reaching a hand between both of their bodies, wrapping his fist loosely around both of them.

“I wanna be the one to make you cum this time.” He presses their foreheads together, whole body shaking, the only sounds leaving their lips being raspy moans and broken curses.

Jake lets go first, his hot release spilling over his fingers and both of their stomachs. Watching and feeling Jake fall apart has Chris ready to fall over the edge. Jake swipes up his own mess from their laps and uses it as extra lubricant for his hand to glide over Chris’s pulsing cock.

Chris groans, “yeah, that’s so good baby.” He shudders, eyes rolling back and a groan ripping from deep in his chest as he covers them both in his cum, only adding to the sticky mess accumulated between them.

“Fuck…” Jake breathes out, body still shaking as his chest heaves. Chris is in a similar state, hands gently stroking over Jake’s back as they both come down from their intense highs. Barely even conscious, the two men make their way back over to the bed before flopping down onto it, bodies nearly limp.

Chris lays on his back, his hand resting on his stomach. “Fuck, I’m all… sticky.” He grumbles, but makes no effort to get up.

“Yeah. Me too.” Jake yawns, nuzzling his face into Chris’s neck.

“Useless. You’re both useless.” Y/N playfully huffs, retrieving a warm wet washcloth from the bathroom to gently clean them both up.

“You’re a lifesaver, honey.” Jake giggles once they’re no longer covered in their sticky mess.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I love you both.” She teases, leaving soft kisses on both their foreheads before curling up on the bed with her best friends. It’s silent for a few minutes and she assumes the boys are falling fast asleep, then Jake mumbles, “yep, I was right.”

Chris and Y/N both giggle. “Oh yeah, Jakey? About what?” Y/N laughs, limbs tangled with her two favorite boys.

“This was just as much fun the second time around.”

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The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Seven: Interviews & Cocktails

Jake Kiszka x Reader series

Words:5.2k+

Summary: After Jake comes close to risking it all at an interview, he takes reader out on a romantic date.

CW: MDNI, 18+, smut, fluff, drinking, cursing, talks of sex, h!ckeys, daddy k!nk, pet names, degradat!on k!nk, teasing, masturbat!on, unsolicited flirtation, dom male, I think that’s it

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Sorry for the late post, I saw GVF this weekend and it was so much fun :)

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In the morning, Jake woke you up quite early. He stood in his bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror while he buttoned up his shirt. It was quite a view to behold. He turned to you, noticing you had awoken.

“Goodmorning, my sleeping beauty.” he walked closer to the bed.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up slightly. “Goodmorning.” you said through a yawn.

He left a tender kiss on your cheek. “I ordered coffee and donuts to the house. They’ll be here soon.”

“Thank you. You're so thoughtful.” You smiled.

“I have to leave for my interview soon. Will you be okay here?” he asked, rubbing cologne on his wrists and neck. The smell spread around the entire room. His seductive scent had always gotten the best of you, in the short time that you’d known him. You continued to take in the scent of his musky cologne, not registering a word he was saying. “Can you let yourself out?”

You snapped back to reality, “Mhm.” you nodded.

He put on his coin necklace, one that had to be his favorite by the amount he has worn it. “Josh is calling me, I gotta go.” He gives you one more kiss. “I’ll see you tonight, my love.”

You watch as he leaves, already missing his alluring & charming presence. You lay back down, the feeling of his bedsheets surround you. You help but take a deep breath, inhaling the fabric that smells just like him.

You feel your eyes becoming heavy as you begin to drift back to sleep. His natural scent on the sheets engulf you. You feel at peace. Then his doorbell rings.

Jake’s POV

Walking out of my apartment I couldn’t stop thinking about y/n. She has me in a trance and my consciousness has been taken over by her, but I can’t complain. She is the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world.

And having her beneath me as I fucked her senselessly made her even hotter.

I was going to have to keep it together today. We do interviews often but now I’m not my normal self. She brings out a new side of me, a better side.

Getting in my car I turn on the heater to counteract the cool autumn breeze. I offered to pick up Josh on the way since I was heading in his direction. I knew he’d be full of questions about the night y/n and I had. Although I’ll share the amazing time we had during the party and her spending the night, I would be keeping the intimate parts between her and I.

As much as I wanted to share her to the world, I wanted her to be kept a secret. When people find out about our love lives it can get messy, and invasive. I want to protect her and I’m sure if I explained it to her she would understand, but on the other hand I don’t want to mention it. What if she thinks I’m taking this too fast and it scares her off?

Too many things scrambling in my head causing me to almost run the red light. I get it together and pull up to Josh's house. He’s waiting outside his house, and makes a face as if he’s been waiting there forever.

“About time.”

“I don’t wanna hear it Josh, you’re always late and now you wanna act like you’re on top of things.”

Josh rolls his eyes. “Soooooo tell me about Miss Y/N from last night, how long have you been seeing her?”

Josh and I were close, I could trust him not to share with everyone else.

“I don’t know…3 or 4 weeks.” I shyly say.

“So it's getting serious.” He says with a giggle and gives me a cheeky smile.

“We’re nothing Josh, just enjoying each other's company, I’m not trying to bring attention to her. But as long as it’s okay with everyone you might be seeing her more often.”

Josh has a confused look on his face waiting for me to continue.

“I know the band has been looking for a hair stylist for tour, and Y/N mentioned she was a hairdresser and the offer kind of slipped out of my mouth.”

Josh thought about it for a moment staying silent, I was worried that I did something wrong.

“I mean, we're going on tour soon anyways so if we can fill up the spot, I don't see why not.”

A sigh of relief left my breath.

“But I don't wanna see any canoodling on the tour bus.”

I slap him on the shoulder.

“So what happened last night with you and her anyway Jakey?”

“None of your business, and if anything happened I think we’d wanna keep that between us.”

“Okay Mr. Mysterious.” He joked.

I pull into the lot where the interview would be. Getting out of the car and locking it, Josh and I start walking up to the building.

Before reaching for the door, Josh stops in his tracks and turns to me. “You know you're not as mysterious as you think you are.”

I shoot him a confused look.

“If you wanted to remain ‘mysterious’ I would cover up that chest of yours.”

I quickly glance down, noticing my chest is covered in her marks. I can’t help but to smile to myself, remembering all that happened last night. My face flushes red out of embarrassment. I look back up at Josh, who’s currently examining my entire chest.

“You think I give a fuck?” Am I really doing this? I actually do kind of give a fuck. I know I said I wanted things to be kept private with her for now, but at the same time I also just want to show off everything she’s done to me. Plus, no one will really know it’s her, right?

“Well, you should.” Josh tells me.

“Why?” I questioned.

“Well-“ he trails off and I watch as he is at a loss for words.

“Exactly.”

Even if I didn’t say what happened between us last night, the hickeys on my chest would definitely tell a story.

The interview was all a blur. Normal questions about the new album, our upcoming tour, and of course our personal lives.

I didn’t talk a lot during the interview, I never do. Josh usually takes over and answers any questions he wants to. I was spaced out for a while until I heard my name.

After the interviewer asked the other guys some questions, she turned to me. “So Jake, we’ve seen you a lot on the internet with a pretty young lady at your release party and out and about, who is she?”

My face got hot immediately. I thought about it for a while not knowing what to say. “She’s a friend, nothing crazy.”

“Right and did your ‘friend’ cause those marks on your neck?” The lady pestered.

Before I could say anything, Josh stepped in. “He’s actually breaking out in a rash, so if you’re done asking invasive questions, I think we’ll be done with this interview now. Thanks.” He spat.

Josh got up and the rest of us followed, all giving an awkward ‘thank you’ to the interviewer.

Josh was speeding out of the building, I was finally catching up to his pace. He looked annoyed, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. He could be a huge pain in my ass sometimes, but I really did love him and the way we always looked out for each other. Deep down, he truly is a great brother, setting aside all of the silly bullshit he pulls sometimes. I know how he would have felt if that question were to be asked to him, and I'm glad to know that I would have defended him in that same way.

“Thank you for having my back back there.” I give Josh a reaffirming pat on the shoulder.

“I just don’t want you to have to be pushed to reveal something before you're ready. Plus, I just wanted to go home.” He said. “But watch yourself, Jake. That was risky, what you did. And I don’t want that situation happening again.”

I nodded, feeling thankful for Josh but even a bit guilty. God, I can’t believe I was so stupid to do that. I should’ve at least tried to cover them up.

We got in the car and the rest of the ride was silent. After I dropped Josh off at his house, I caught myself looking down at my own chest multiple times.

I couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful marks she had left all over me. They were masterpieces within themselves. These marks were a result of our passion and thirst, and I couldn’t get enough. I was fiending for more.

A rush came upon my cock. Fuck. I needed to get home. I began to speed, nearly passing through multiple red lights and stop signs. The ache in me was growing stronger.

I run into my house, needing a release. I see that y/n had left, but not without leaving a trace. I see a note on my nightstand.

“Thank you for having me last night, sir. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for tonight.

-Y/N❤️”

Fuck, that was my breaking point.

I strip off my clothing rushing into the shower, turning on the hot water.

It made it even harder to control myself being in the same place she made me cum last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

How sexy she looked with her lips wrapped around my cock.

Being able to see her ass while she was on her knees.

Looking at her begging eyes for more.

My cock was throbbing for release. I start pumping up and down, thinking about her. Every motion I make, I think about moving in and out of her. The tight walls of her pussy clenching around my length. Stroking faster, and faster. I couldn’t take it much more. My head swings back, getting hit by the hot water.

“Fu-uck.” I groaned under my breath

I came all over the tiles of the shower walls, continuing until I milked myself of every last drop.

Breathing heavy, I bring myself back down from the high I just experienced.

I finish my shower by scrubbing my body and cleaning myself off the shower walls.

Now all I could think about was the night I was about to have with her, and what was going to happen.

Y/N’s POV

You finished up your look for the evening. You didn’t really know what to expect other than to dress ‘pretty like you always do.’

You finished curling your hair and clipped the front two pieces back to keep them out of your face, not knowing what the night would hold. You didn’t want to assume that the night would end the way yesterday did, but the tension that has been shared between you and Jake is basically causing it.

You change into a burgundy slip dress. It was tight and just sat a few inches under your ass. You sat down and put on your black high heels.

Finishing up on your makeup, you put on a natural base and dark eye shadow paired with a dark red glossy lip.

You look down at your phone to see Jake had just texted you.

Jake: Your chariot awaits m’lady.

You smile to yourself as you read his text a few times over.

Grabbing your purse with nothing in it other than your lipstick and phone, you head out the door to meet up with your date. You didn’t want to expect he would pay for you, but come on, why wouldn’t he?

You walk out your apartment to be met with Jake leaning against the hood of his car. His arms are folded across his chest with his left leg on top of his right one. His swinging his car keys around on his pointer finger.

Even though he was concealing his chest, you could still see purple remnants from last night poking out. You hope no one saw them today at the interview.

He finally sees you coming out of your apartment and he hops up off the hood and runs a hand through his hair. You see him quickly reach into the car, to pull out a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful pink, purple, and white flowers were wrapped in brown paper.

“Hi Gorgeous.” He hands you the flowers, laying a kiss on your forehead.

“Thanks Jakey.” You had a huge smile on your face, your cheeks getting red.

Without any thought you bring him into a tight embrace. You feel his big, strong arms wrapped warmly around you. The passion between you two is coursing through his veins and into yours.

You feel safe with him, you never felt this way with another man before. You never got into a serious relationship with anyone before, but this one felt like it could be. But you didn’t know if he felt the same, or if you were just friends with benefits.

Releasing from the hug you look up into his dark brown eyes. How could someone be so beautiful. He still has your hands on the back of you, taking you all in.

“Seriously, how can you be so gorgeous.” He continues to rub up and down your back. “Are you ready to go?”

You nod and begin to go to the passenger side. Jake slides up from behind you grabs the door before you can, opening up the door for you.

He closes it and runs around to get in the car with you.

“So are you ready for an amazing night?” He says starting the car and pulling off onto the street.

“I am, but what do you have planned?”

“You’ll find out when we get there, darling.” He reaches over to grab your thigh.

You delicately place your hand on top of his, your thumb gently grazing over the back of his hand.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed by. You stared out the window, admiring the scenery. Jake's eyes were moving between the road and you.

“So, how was the interview today?” you ask, finally breaking the silence.

“Well,” he used his free hand to scratch the back of his neck, “Ehh…”

You could tell just by his tone it didn’t go too well, and you didn’t want to pry. “It's okay. You don't have to talk about it.”

“Let’s just say that…an uncomfortable question came up, and Josh confronted the interviewer and stormed out.” he let out a loud sigh.

��Oh no” you gasped. “I'm sorry that happened.”

“I'm over it.” he placed his free hand back onto your thigh. “I just want to focus on having a good night out with my girl.”

He smiled at you and your cheeks flushed a rosy pink shade.

“Actually, you haven’t made me your girl yet.” You give him a matter-of-fact grin.

“Well maybe I should fix that.” He mocks your smile back, gripping your thigh tighter.

It was only a little bit longer until you pulled up to the restaurant. You really couldn’t tell where you were when Jake pulled up alongside the building. He got out, walked around to your side to open your door. He gave a strong hand to help you out. Jake handed off the keys to the man waiting near the car, and kept walking towards the door with you in hand.

Valet? must be a nice place. He acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary. You could get used to this lifestyle, especially if you were going to be “his girl.”

He holds open the door for you, trailing closely behind. The hostess looks at you, and then to him.

“Hello Mr. Kiszka. Table for two, I suppose?”

All he does is give a nod to the hostess as she walks you to your table. The restaurant is very dim, only being lit by the candles on each tabletop.

When you reach your table, he pulls out your chair for you and pushes your chair into the table.

You scan over the menu, everything looking very delicious. You can't help but glance at the prices, your eyes widening.

Jake notices you doing this, and he brings down the menu from in front of your face. "Don't look at the prices. Get yourself whatever you want."

You assume he's been here before, so he's probably used to these prices.

"The cocktails here are some of the best I've ever had." He nods, scanning over the menu himself.

"Good. That's what I have been needing. What kind have you tried here?"

"I only really ever gotten the Negroni. It's top notch here. Josh got a hibiscus cherry vodka spritz last time-he made me try it-it was actually pretty exquisite." He tells you, his head still buried in his menu.

You nod. "I think I'll get that then."

He lifts his head up and looks at you. Just before he can say anything else, the waitress comes up to take your drink orders.

"Hi, I'll have a Negroni." He begins to order. "And she'll have the hibiscus cherry vodka spritz, please." He nods and smiles at the waitress. "Thanks."

You notice the waitress gives him a pining look before she turns to walk away, to which he notices, but ultimately ignores it. You look back to Jake after she disappears out of your sight.

“What was that about?” You ask him, sounding utterly offended. “That was completely inappropriate.”

“Yeah, that happens a lot.” He just shook it off. “It’s nothing to worry about, doll.”

Jake’s POV

I felt only the slightest bit flattered, but those were just advances that I didn’t want. I am completely committed to Y/N. Even though I do love how she is getting so jealous over it. I would do the same thing if I saw somebody flirting with her, and I have, but I think she already knows that by now. I liked how we could be so protective over one another. I would defend her for my life and I knew she would too.

As we waited for our drinks to arrive to the table, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I loved the way her burgundy dress fit her body. How could she know burgundy was my favorite color? This woman just couldn’t get out of my mind.

Y/N’s POV

You noticed Jake was staring you up and down. His eyes were full of affection and longing.

“What are you staring at?” You ask with a cheeky smile.

“How did you know burgundy is my favorite color?” He asks, his cheeks start to flush a rosy pink tint.

“Just a wild guess.” You shrugged. It really was a coincidence.

“You pull it off really well.” He placed his forearm firmly on the table, his hand grabbing yours. “I like burgundy even more now.” He chuckled.

Someone brings your drinks over and you begin to sip at it.

You giggled as you slowly reached your foot underneath the table to meet with his. You rub your heel against his shin sensually.

“Playing footsies I see, are you trying to tease me?”

“No, I just want some physical contact.” You say sweetly.

He realizes that you truly are doing it with no sexual intent and smiles.

He reaches across the table and grabs your hands, cupping them inside his. Rubbing his thumbs over your hands.

“Is this better?”

You give him an affectionate nod.

“You look stunning tonight baby.”

You take him all in wondering how you got so lucky to be on a date with this man. You retract your hand and pick up your menu and begin to look at it, but before you could make a decision Jake takes it away. “You won’t be needing this.”

“How will I pick what I want?”

“You're not going to.” Just like clockwork the waitress comes back over. Radiating a smile only to Jake.

“So what can I get for you guys tonight?”

“I’ll be having 14 oz sirloin with mash potatoes and broccoli, and my date will have the 12 oz filet mignon with mash potatoes and green beans. Thank You.” He hands off the menus to the waitress and brings his attention back to you, with a shit eating grin across his face knowing what he did.

“So what was that about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh I don’t know, ordering my food without me picking?”

He picks his hand up and with his index and middle finger he motions you to lean in a little more. “C’mhere.”

“If you haven’t realized by now, I’m in charge here, okay. You're mine, so I get to make the decisions for you. Got it?”

You got it, loud and clear. If anyone else had done this you would have slapped them across the face, but when he did it, it turned you on.

“Got it, Sir.” You say with a smug look on your face.

“Good girl.” He whispers.

The time between then and the food coming out was filled with light banter and slight teasing.

“You know, I was planning on getting a steak anyway.”

“That’s good, even though you were going to get that either way tonight.”

You laugh, you really like this dominant side of him. You would have never expected this from him. Sure he didn’t seem like a submissive type of guy, but you weren’t expecting this much from him so early on.

The waitress brings over your and Jake's food, setting it down on the table placing yours down and then Jakes. As she gets up from putting the food down, she pushes her chest out towards him hoping he would see down her chest.

He leaned away from her, but she didn’t take the hint. She slowly brings her hand up his arm and lands it on his shoulder. How dense could this chick be?

“Let me know if you guys need anything else. I will get you a refill, Mr. Kiszka.” She takes a look at your drink, obviously seeing that yours was also low as well and choosing to ignore it.

Jake calls to her, “Hey!” She spins around with an eager look on her face. “How about a refill on my date's drink too since it’s low. Well, you already knew that, but chose to ignore it.” He turns to you, “Anything else you want, baby?”

You shake your head, Jake sending a condescending smile to her. Her face turned red from embarrassment and walked away.

Jake reaches across the table and grabs a knife and begins to cut your food, you give him a confused look. “Whats the matter, y/n?”

“Now you're cutting my food for me?”

“Only princess treatment for you darling.” He says with a smirk across his face.

“What are you going to do now, feed it to me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I know you're not incompetent.” He grins.

Fuck, all this degrading was kind of turning you on. You’ve heard the ‘good girl’ and stuff along those lines, but this was different. Something you could get used to, something you were willing to explore.

You both continue eating your meals, chattering lightly. You guys had a lot in common that you had not noticed. You could see this turning into something serious. Jake gets the check, pays in check, and writes a note on the receipt. He stands up walks towards you and offers a hand for you to get up.

As you walk around the table to leave you get a glimpse.

Price: $237.57

Tip: Don’t be so loose with your customers.

Total: $237.57

You smile and giggle at the receipt walking hand in hand with Jake. It was an amazing night you would never forget, you felt closer to him, more comfortable. As you wait for the valet to bring the car around, he notices you shivering from the cool night air. He wraps an arm around your shoulders in an attempt to warm you up. He opens the car door for your guiding you into your seat, he presses a light kiss on your forehead and travels around to his side and sits next to you. He turns on the car and starts to drive out of the restaurant. You notice he takes the back roads rather than the main roads that would get you back to your house sooner.

“You know if you went right we would have been on the main roads, were kind of going out of the way.”

“I know.” He says sharply. “Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah Jake?”

“Take off your panties.”

“What?” Your face gets hot immediately. You couldn’t fathom what he just said.

And in the most condescending tone, “I said, take off your panties, place them in my hand, so I can feel how fucking wet you were the whole night, y/n. Did you understand it that time?”

You take a big gulp, realizing what he said wasn’t a joke, it was a command. You decide to test him. “And what would happen if I don’t?”

“You really wanna find out, don’t fucking test me y/n, or else your going to get punished.”

You begin to hike your dress up a little bit beginning to bring your hands to the hem of your lace panties.

“Bring the seat back, so I can get a good view of you and your dripping wet pussy.”

You reach down to the handle bringing your seat back just enough so he could get a view of it. You bring your legs together and pull your panties down past your ankles and untangled from your heels. He shoots his eyes back and forth between you and the road. You hand them off to him into his already open hand. He squeezes them tightly.

“So wet for me baby, I barely did anything. Were you thinking about naughty things during dinner?”

You were definitely thinking about it. About the things he could do with his veiny strong hands as he grabbed his drinks and cut your food. Or thinking about leaving marks all over his chest again just like you once did.

He grabs your thigh trailing up close to where your underwear once was.

“Maybe…” You say very quietly.

“Speak louder darling, it isn’t something you should be ashamed of.” His raspy voice commands. “Were you thinking about me doing naughty things at dinner? Were you?”

“I was, a lot of things.”

“I was thinking about a lot of things too, seeing you follow all my commands. It turned me on y/n, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t dealing with something during dinner too.”

You look down at him, he was hard, very hard.

“So since you're such a good listener, I want you to sit there and touch yourself and not cum until I tell you to. You understand, baby?”

You understood fully, and would be lying if you said you didn’t need a little release from the night you had. So you sat back and spread your legs and began rubbing quick circles around your clit.

“Good girl baby, always listening to daddy.”

God, he turned you on so much. This made you throw your head back into the seat, moaning aloud.

“Say my name baby, who am I?”

You sweetly moan “daddy” under your breath. Closing your eyes takes in all the feelings you were experiencing.

“Say it louder for me darling, who am I?”

You quicken your pace on your clit rubbing faster and faster. You are getting to your climax. “Fuckkk daddy.” You scream louder than before.

“There we go. You gonna cum for me, babygirl?”

You whine and start to moan louder and louder. He looks at you, in awe. “Fuck, you look so sexy right now y/n.”

“Jake I’m gonna..”

“Do it baby, look at me, scream my name.”

With a few more circles onto your clit your body is hit with waves of pleasure.

“Jake!”

You came, hard. Your white slick dripped in between your fingers, dripping down your fingertips.

“So good baby, go ahead and taste yourself for me.”

He pulls up to your apartment, just in time for him to turn himself to face you. You bring your hand up to your mouth, sucking on your finger making intense eye contact with him as you do it. His jaw drops slightly.

“Holy shit y/n, you're the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life.” He leans in and kisses you deeply, probably still able to taste your juices.

Doing the usual routine he always does when he drives. He opens the door for you, holding your hand to help you out. He continues to hold your hand as you walk up the cobblestone path.

As you approach your front door, he squeezes your hand a few times, letting you know his presence is still with you.

You grab your keys and unlock the door. He steps in and right as the door shuts he pushes you against the door. Before you can process it you are deep into another kiss. One hand on your hip and one above your head on the doorframe, pulling you towards him. You buck your hips forward and pull him in tight by his shirt. He pulls away looking into your eyes.

“You make me crazy y/n.” He grins. You smile, realizing the effect you actually had on him. He begins to kneel down leaving kisses on your legs as he brings your right leg onto his knee. He fiddles with the latch on your heels and removes them for you. After he does the second one he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room lying you on the bed.

“Where's your pjs?”

You point to the middle right drawer, still coming down from the high you had just experienced. He picks out his favorite piece that he sees, a black flowy tank top and matching black flowy shorts. He begins to unzip your dress for you, pulling it down. To Jake’s surprise, you opted to not wear a bra during dinner. This was evident as his eyes lit up as the top of your dress revealed your chest. His fingers run over every curve and every inch your body holds. You can tell he is lovingly admiring you. It's in a sweet, affectionate way. Even though the sex with Jake has been more than great, you love to just be admired. You loved to just feel loved. It had been a long time since you had let somebody look at your naked body in a way that wasn't sexual, and it felt good.

Jake asked if you wanted him to spend the night but you had to decline his offer, as you had work early in the morning.

He delicately slid the silky fabric onto your body. Placing it delicately as if he was wrapping an ethereal art piece. He tucks you under your duvet and lightly presses a kiss onto your forehead.

“Sleep well tonight baby, have amazing dreams.” He whispers, making his way towards the door.

“I hope you're in them.”

He smiles, starting to walk towards the door in your room. Just as he’s about to walk out he turns to you.

“I would say I hope you’re in mine, but it already feels like I’m dreaming.”

And with a soft smile he left and a few moments later you hear your front door shut. You couldn’t help but get up and watch him leave from the window. You watch and smile realizing this is one of the most amazing experiences you’ve had in a while. You head back to your bed realizing that you truly are already in a dream.

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you know what I mean?

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Plsss why is him flicking someone off like that hot 😭

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Mother’s Day - dad!Josh Kiszka x Reader

Happy (late) mother’s day! Here’s some dad!Josh for you :p

Words: 900+

Summary: it’s your first Mother’s Day as a mom and Josh wants to make it as special as possible.

CW: MDNI, 18+, dad!josh, fluff, talks of pregnancy, kids, cheesiness, I think that’s it idk?

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Josh knew he had to make your first Mothers Day as a mother extra special. After giving birth to your twin daughters, Sunny and Celeste, only six months ago, Josh has made it his main mission to be the best dad in the entire world, and he has since accomplished that.

You still recall the day you told Josh you were expecting like it was yesterday. You can imagine those two pink lines in your head as vivid as they were the day you first saw them.

…

“Josh?” You called out to your husband who just got home from a long day at the recording studio.

“Yes, my love?”

“I have a surprise for you.” Your lips tipped up into a smile.

“A surprise? Sweetheart, you know I’m no good with surprises.”

“Trust me, you’ll love this one.”

And without another word, you were racing into the other room to pick up a small gift box you had prepared for him.

Your heart raced as you placed the small box into his clutch, watching as he unwrapped the very neatly tied white bow at the top.

As he slid the lid off, your stomach turned into a knot. You watched as Josh’s face contorted into a smile.

“Baby…what is this?” He says, picking up the test. He knows damn well what it is, he’s just In disbelief. “Are you serious? Are you really-”

“Yes!” You smiled through sobs. Josh wiped away a few tears from his eyes, before picking up the light yellow onesie which suns and stars scattered all over.

You knew while you were living it that this would be a moment that would be forever remembered. You launched yourself at him. He engulfed you in the biggest embrace you had ever felt. You loved Josh and your new family so much.

…

and then there was the time you found out it wasn’t just one baby…

…

“That’s Baby A…” the sweet doctor read off, showing you your baby that was no bigger than an olive.

“Baby A?” Josh asked, sounding confused.

The young woman replied with a nod. “Congratulations! There’s two.!”

Your jaw dropped in shock. More tears continued to roll down your face. You knew twins had a chance of being genetic but never imagined it would happen to you.

“Twins? You gotta be joking.” Josh laughed. “Ah, I should’ve known!”

You and Josh cried tears of happiness the entire way home.

…

“Sunshine, what do you wanna pick out for mama?” Josh spoke softly to Sunny, who was close to falling asleep in her stroller.

The grocery store aisle was filled with flowers and other items marketed towards Mothers Day. Going to the grocery store was usually a thing all of you would do together, but luckily Josh convinced you to stay home this time around.

Although Josh had always provided you with the most thoughtful gifts no matter the holiday, he knew he had to step it up this time around.

As he scanned the shelves, he heard Celeste cooing in the stroller.

“Yeah? You like this one?” His hand hovered over a bouquet with the most colorful flowers he had ever seen. “Mama will love it too. Great job Estie.”

With that, he picked up the bouquet and placed it in the shopping basket. He took a few more steps to the card aisle, scanning his finger over the Mother’s Day cards. He picked up a light pink card with hearts and tomatoes that read “momma, I love you from my head tomatoes.” On it.

“This one will be from…Sunny…and…” he continued, grazing his finger along the card display. He landed on another card with a bee hive and some bumble bees on it that read ‘Happy Mother’s Day to a bee-utiful mom!’ On it. “This one will be from Celeste. Alright! Now that that’s covered-”

He swiftly made his way around the rest of the store, picking up other items like orange juice and pancake mix to make you the most special breakfast.

He also swung by the craft store and got a few supplies to make another very sentimental gift he knew you would forever cherish.

…

The very next day, you were awoken by the smell of your favorite breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Chocolate chip pancakes.

Before you could even attempt to get out of bed, you hear Josh’s footsteps padding across the wooden floors.

“Hi mama!” He smiles, entering the room holding Sunny and Celeste in each arm. “Our Sunshine and Estie wanted to say hello!”

He holds out the twins and places them delicately on the bed sheets. He places a soft kiss to your lips.

“We have some gifts for you. Happy Mother’s Day my love.”

“Thank you baby.” You whisper back as Josh pulls out a small gift bag and a vase filled with a vibrant and colorful bouquet from inside his closet.

You open the gift bag to see three separate cards, one from Sunny, one from Estie, and one from Josh himself. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst from happiness. You open all the cards, all three have Josh’s handwriting, obviously. He is such a sweetheart and you couldn’t have married anyone better. The messages he wrote in all of them were something that you could only have imagined you’d receive someday. Putting your hand back into the gift bag, you pull out a canvas with two foot prints on it, one foot for Sunny and one foot for Celeste.

Underneath the foot prints are the words ‘Sunny and Celeste ❤️ Mama’ in cursive writing.

Tears begin to well in your eyes, Josh racing to wipe them off.

“I love it.” You blurt out, trying not to say anymore or else the tears will keep coming.

“We love you.” Josh spoke, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

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The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Six: Best He’s Ever Had

Jake Kiszka X Reader series

Words: 1.6k+ (a bit of a shorter one, but it helps the story to really take off)

Summary: After the album release party, Jake offers you a tempting opportunity.

CW: MDNI, 18+, smut, shower sex, fluff, oral sex (male receiving), pet names, cursing, cuddling, idk I think that’s all ?

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The car ride home from the album release party was different, to say the least. The sexual tension between the two of you continued the whole way home. It didn't help that your mind was still racing over what had just happened.

He placed his hand on your thigh that was still quivering. His hands firmness was holding you steady. His hand began to travel higher, and higher, until his hand once again found its way under your skirt. He began to play with the sides of your lacy thong. All you could do was stare at him in awe. He kept playing with the hem, and you placed your hand on top of his. You tucked your fingers under the hem of his sleeve, playing with the fabric. He barely was looking at the road in front of him, he was looking only at you.

He pulled into his driveway, hopping out of his car and running over to your side to open your door before you could open it yourself.

"I gotta be a gentleman to my lady." He grins.

"Thank you, sir." As these words leave your lips, you see his eyes light up. He must like to be called this. You made a mental note of that.

He grabbed your hand and led you into his house, opening the door for you and all. He took your jacket off your back and hung it up on the coat rack. He bent down and slipped your boots off. He placed them gently down on the shoe rack next to his front door.

"I'm gonna go wash up." He took off his own jacket and shoes. "You might want to join me. That pool table looked dirty," he leaned in your ear, his voice taking on a whisper, "and that was before I fucked you on it."

Your eyes went wide. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, but you love it. You nodded, letting him lead the way to his bathroom.

When you stepped inside, you admired his beautiful bathroom. It was very clean, which is always a good sign. He had a waterfall shower head and a spotlight over the shower. He turned only the spotlight on along with the water. He unbuttoned your top and unzipped your skirt, taking your clothes off. His touch was gentle, he was acting almost as if you were made of pure porcelain. His eyes admired your body as if you had been touched by an angel.

"You're very beautiful, you know that?" He said, his fingers tracing along your back. All you could do was blush and make a little “Hm" sound.

You slid your thong down, and he began to take his own clothes off.

The room was dark, but he's still radiating light. The only source of light in the room being the spot light in the shower. He grabbed your hand, guiding you into the shower with him. He closed the glass door behind him.

After a few moments in the shower, Jake picked up a shampoo bottle. "May I do the honors?"

"You may." You spun around and let the water run down your hair.

He squirted a decent amount into the palm of his hand and lathered it throughout your hair. He was careful not to tug on your hair. You love how he could be so rough but so gentle. Everything with him was just so new...but it had felt like you knew him for multiple lifetimes. As his hands kept massaging your scalp, you felt something push right against your ass.

His hard dick.

He let out a slight moan under his breath.

You turned around once he had washed all the soap out of your hair and looked into his eyes innocently. The steam from the hot water was fogging up the glass door.

"Get on your knees." He commanded.

"Yes, sir." You said it. sir. That made him go crazy and the way his breath hitched just proved it. As you climbed to your knees you maintained the eye contact with him. Your mouth was ready for his girth. You definitely were insecure, you weren't even sure how much of him your mouth could take.

You grabbed his cock, your lips fitting around it. You hollowed your cheeks, moving in and out. You licked his tip of the precum that was already leaking out.

His grip on your hair grew tighter. You looked up at him, and his head was thrown back. Water poured straight onto his face, than ran down his neck, and then his chest. The water droplets covering his body drove you crazy.

"Jesus, you're such a good girl y/n." He moans loudly. Thank god he lives alone. Although the whole neighborhood might've heard.

You tried to moan as well, if it wasn't for his huge cock down your throat. Your attempt at a moan vibrated his cock, making him moan even louder.

"I love the way your beautiful lips look wrapped around my cock. You're taking me so well, sweetheart." He whispered as his nose scrunched and his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

His eyes roll back as you keep moving in and out.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm gonna c-" and with that, he released his load all inside your mouth. You had no choice but to pull away and swallow it.

You let out a sigh as you stood back onto your feet. You wiped your mouth and Jake continued to stare at you in admiration.

"Are you good? Wouldn't want to bruise those beautiful knees of yours." He asked, bending down to see if your knees were red. They were just a little pink, he didn't last long enough for you to actually bruise them.

"I'm good. Did you like that?"

He grinned. "Best I've ever had."

After your shower with him, he gave you a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt to throw on. He climbed into his bed, patting the spot next to him that he had dedicated to you for the night.

"So..." he cleared his throat. "I was doing some thinking. Tour starts for me soon. What do you say you come with us?"

“I don’t know if I can leave my job for that long. As tempting as it sounds.” You wish you could just leave anything for him at the drop of a hat.

“I understand. Is there any way you can work mobile?” He grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“I’m a hairdresser. I can’t really bring my clients with me.”

You saw a lightbulb go off in his head. “What if you had some new clients?” He had an hopeful look on his face. "You know, I'd get to spend some quality time with you." He joked and then returned to his serious demeanor. "Let me just say, I really like you, y/n, and I'd want you to come along on this journey with me. I know we just met but, I think it might be nice if we just throw ourselves in these situations. Plus, what's more romantic than traveling the country, or maybe even the world, together?"

After his cheesy romantic spiel, you tried to hold in a huge smile but failed miserably. “So you’re saying I can be your hairdresser for the tour?”

“Mhm.”

"Jake, yes, I would absolutely love to go on tour with you."

"Great!" His smile shines throughout the darkness of his bedroom. He reaches over and smothers you in kisses and hugs.

"Now I'm excited! I've never had an experience anything like this." You smile cuddling into him.

"It'll be amazing. I promise, y/n. We're going to make so many memories." He cuddled into you as well, his large hand running through your hair.

"I'll have to talk to my boss, but I don't think she would have a problem with it. As long as she knows I'm continuing to do hair, plus it might mean more publicity for the salon."

"Of course, it would just be minimal stuff. Just touching it up, giving it cuts, styling that kind of stuff." He gave you a kiss, one that he smiled into. "Although, Danny and Josh have some pretty tough curls. Josh is a bit of a diva when it comes to his hair."

"I can definitely manage that." You declare with a confident smirk.

You adjust your position so that your head is laying on his bare chest.

"y/n, would you like to go on a date with me? Like a real, proper date?" His hand wraps around your body.

"Of course! What did you have in mind?"

"Leave that up to me darling, all you have to do is get yourself all dolled up and pretty, which won't be too hard for you, since it happens naturally." He says with a smirk looking down at your lips.

He dives in, kissing you passionately. You don't understand how this could all happen so fast but it felt so right.

"I have an interview tomorrow morning but I'll pick you up tomorrow night at 7."

"I can't wait." You smiled into him. "Our first date."

His strong arms wrapped around your body even tighter. You could stay like this for all of eternity if you could.

"Goodnight y/n." He slid a hand under your shirt, caressing your body. His hand lands on your right tit, holding it lovingly. It wasn't by any means in a sexual way. It was in a comforting, loving way.

"Goodnight Jake." You whisper, your words echoing the room making him fall asleep with a wide smile on his face.

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Hello loves!💕

Hopefully you haven’t forgotten about me :)

With summer starting for me, I’ll be able to post the sixth chapter to The Sweet Symphony. I know I took a bit of a break but with me seeing the boys next week I think it’ll be fitting to update now :)