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In Your Heart: Chapter 11

Jake Kizka x fem reader

Thanks for being patient with me guys! Work has been insanely busy but I’m so ready to get back to this story! -E

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ only, consumption of alcohol, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving)

You lean up against the bar, decidedly drunk. The music booms around you, invigorating you as the liquor courses through your veins. The bartender slides another drink to you without a word and you tip your head at him in a sluggish gesture of thanks.

"I think you may have had enough darling." Jake drawls, drunk himself, and curls a hand around your waist.

"I think, you should mind your own goddamn business Jacob." You shoot back, grinning wickedly at him.

He snatches the glass from your hand and downs the amber liquid in one long gulp before slamming it down on the bar. "Let's get out of here baby."

"Who says I'm going anywhere with you?" You retort, being difficult on purpose.

"I've already told the others that we're leaving, and the girls are already gone anyway." He says casually.

"What do you mean the girls are already gone?" And you turn to glance back at the dance floor, seeing no signs of any of your friends.

"Tabby made a friend about twenty minutes after we arrived. Danny left with Anika about-" he checks a watch that is definitely not on his wrist and continues, "an hour ago, and Liz is back at Josh's presumably drinking herself to death with my brothers."

You scowl at him and stumble off of your stool. You can feel him roll his eyes and begin to follow you. You make a point to exaggerate the swing in your hips.

.....

The small of your back presses against the cool granite of your kitchen countertop. Jake's hands are tangled in your hair and his lips are on yours. He'd spent the majority of the Uber ride running his fingertips along the soft skin of your inner thighs. Torturous man. Now, as he lifts you onto the counter of the island, your skirt rises dangerously high and exposes a dark pair of lace panties. Purchased especially for him. His eyes darken a bit as they light on them. He runs his fingertips along the low neckline of your top thoughtfully.

"How much does this shirt mean to you?" He slurs a bit on the word shirt.

"Not much, why?" You giggle.

Without reply, he grasps the cool fabric with both hands and you hear buttons clatter to the tile. Your breasts exposed, covered only in slips of black lace, rise and fall as your breath hitches.

"All for me?" He asks playfully as his lips meet yours again.

His kisses travel from your lips, to your jawline, and down in a winding trail between your breasts and onto your stomach. His normally steady hands are drunken against the blistering heat of your skin. He clings to you as if he'll never touch you again. His mouth brushes against your thigh and you let out a soft groan into the quiet air of the kitchen.

"Shall I have you right here in the kitchen dahhling?" He croons in that drawling accent.

"No Oliver in bed Jacob." You gasp just as his fingers brush across the delicate lace covering you.

"We're not in bed baby." He says looking up at you and draws his hand away.

"God just come here." You almost whine. Impatient for him in your drunkenness.

"So now I'm god?" His glazed eyes twinkle with repressed laughter as he comes face to face with you again.

You reply by pulling him into a crushing kiss, effectively shutting him up. The two of you meld together in a frenzy often teeth and tongue. Even since that first night, every intimate moment with him has held in it a need that demands to be met. Each glance, each sentence, every touch is as desperate as the first. You didn't know if you'd ever really been in love before Jake. And of course you hadn't told him that you were in love with him. It had only been a few months and you weren't in the business of scaring men away. Especially one this good in bed. But when the two of you fell together like this, you knew he felt the same way. Words or no. And tonight was no different.

You hear his belt buckle unclasping in one skilled hand. As you shift a bit to remove your panties, his hands firmly hold you to the counter.

He pushes them aside with a hooked finger and you feel him press against you. The slip that your wetness affords is enough to draw a whimper from your lips. He doesn't torture you long though, entering you in one swift motion. The warmth in your body is almost instant, and the steady pace that he sets combined with the inhibition of drink ensures that your first climax is not far.

He pauses for a moment and pushes you gently down so that your back presses against the cool countertop. He retreats from you and quickly slips the panties down your legs, tossing them to the side. Jake spreads your legs and lowers himself down. Waves of pleasure roll through your body as his tongue swirls and circles your clit. His fingers enter you, curling up to find your sweet spot and caressing it. You cry out into the night as you writhe beneath his incredibly talented mouth. You want to hold back. You want to draw out this pleasure for as long as possible.

"Don't hold out on me." He says as his thumb replaces his tongue while his fingers continue to pump in and out of you.

"Jake.." your voice is so breathy that it's almost nonexistent.

His free hand travels to your lower stomach where he pushes your arched back down. You won't be able to hold back. The feeling growing inside you is too much. So much that you almost want it to stop. "You can't fight it baby just trust me." He croons softly.

His pace quickens and the pleasure building in your stomach explodes. Your orgasm rips through you, dripping down his hand and onto the countertop. The sensation is wholly new and unlike any feeling you've ever had before. The seconds draw out into hours as your body is wracked and your cries echo into every corner of the room. Jake does not wait for you to recover before rising to enter you again.

His thrusts are fast and desperate. The liquor running through his veins stripping him of any sense of restraint. Before you can even feel your first climax subsiding you are rolling towards your second. Your hands grip the edge of the counter above you as you lay spread before him. His hands clutch your hips so tightly that you expect to see the evidence of them branded on your skin later. Each thrust echoes the sound of skin on skin into the air. His thumb presses against your clit firmly and circles there in time with the rhythm of your bodies. Overly sensitive and swollen, this sensation pulls a strangled cry from your lips as the feeling pools again in your stomach.

You can see his orgasm approaching in the way that his brow furrows together. "Together baby. Please." He clips as his pace quickens.

Your only reply is another cry as he pushes you over the edge. At the same time you feel his release and hear his quiet moans. Jake's body stiffens and slows as he fills you up, eyes fixed on the connection between your two bodies. Your body finally relaxes as he retreats from you and you slump flat onto the counter. Your breath is still coming quickly in short ragged draws.

Jake kisses your stomach and gestures for you to take his hand. He pulls you up to sit and holds in a drunken giggle.

"What?" You ask with a laugh.

"We've got a mess to clean up." He says gesturing to the floor. The evidence of your first orgasm.

"That's all you babe. I'm going to take a shower." You smile wryly at him, hopping down and sauntering away.

He wraps his arms around you before you can get too far. His face nuzzles into your neck and he plants a soft kiss onto your shoulder. The two of you stay like this for a moment in the middle of the kitchen.

"Mmm, my girl." He says softly, swaying you from side to side.

You caress his hands, feeling the rough callouses beneath your own fingertips. You do love him. And you want to tell him. But now's not the right time. That doesn't stop the feeling from swelling in your chest and pulling tears into the corners of your eyes. You remember that night, the last time you two were this drunk together. You never would have guessed that you'd be here with him now. Just as drunk but much, much happier.

....

You wake suddenly in the middle of the night out of a dead sleep. Jake's arm is slung across your stomach and his breath is slow and steady in your ear. Slinking out from under him, you make your way to the bathroom not bothering to turn on the light. As soon as you reach the doorway you feel you stomach lurch uncomfortably. Vomit is rising up your throat and you barely make it to the toilet before emptying your stomach contents into the bowl. The cold tile presses against your knees. Vomiting up alcohol never loses its edge. It's not your first time and it won't be your last.

Finishing up, you rinse your mouth and get a few swallows of water before deciding that you're ready to go back to bed. The short distance in the dark back to your bed is normally done in a haze of sleep and relief. But tonight while you're a little more wakeful, you're a bit uneasy. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you make your way through open space. A room that normally feels so familiar is strange and foreign. You shake it off as you reach the edge of the bed and slip back beneath the covers.

Back in the safety of the bed, Jake's arms wrap around you. The sleepiness stolen by your stomach is returning now. The split second of unease has passed and you find yourself feeling silly. A grown woman, afraid of the dark? Sleep comes easy, and the feel of Jake's skin against yours distracts you from the feeling that someone in the dark might be watching.

Taglist: @freyjalw @edgingthedarkness @gvfmarge @sinarainbows

#greta van fleet #jake gvf #jake kiszka #greta van fic #slow burn #soft fic #smut

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Smudged eyeliner. Joops. Kissy face.

It’s too much. 🫠

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Hi! Just wanted to see how Jake & y/n are doing these days. And if that creep David has been an issue yet? How are they? It’s been a little while since we heard from them. Hope all is well!

Hey! It’s honestly been a hot minute since I’ve had the time to update and I’m really looking forward to getting back into the story! I’m working on the next chapter and it’ll hopefully be arriving soon!

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Sugar II (part 8)

Jake Kizska x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: adult content, language, brief illusions to sex, angst, jealousy, etc.

Only two chapters to go and an epilogue, everyone. I’m so grateful that you have taken this little journey with me. Thank you so much for all your kind words, support, and care. You’re all so wonderful ❤️

“Oh my god, Jake,” your eyes are darting around the room like a mouse with a rabid alley cat slinking, famished and cruel, into its path.

Your unease trumps his delighted gloating instantly, “What do you want me to do, sugar? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

When you steal a glance at the window, longing to climb out and disappear, he hops on the train of your thought process right away, “You want me to duck out?”

You know Jake through and through, and staring into his eyes as your heart drums paranoid vibrations into your rib cage, you’re stunned to watch him offer to give up this chance to square off with whom he has come to see as his most bitter rival. That he would do that for you? That all you would have to do is ask and he would crawl out and wander off into the golden afternoon sunshine like an afterthought…

You really do own his whole heart, you realize at the most inopportune of moments. Your grip on his soul is just as tight as his fingers have always clawed down inside yours…fierce and beautiful in their unrelenting grip.

But haven’t you always known? Hasn’t it always been written across his skin? Etched in his gaze? Sculpted into the bow of his lips when he whispers your name? Evident in his touch?

“No,” you shake your head, willing the mess inside of it to go away, rejecting the thought of him leaving. You want him near, you need him near. To let him go right now, even for a second, seems an agonizing punishment that you cannot bear to suffer. No matter the consequences.

“Stay. But please…” you rush over to him, helping him to his feet while stealing glances at the doorway, “Please just behave and follow my lead, okay? Please?”

”Normally, I like it when you use your manners,” he sighs, smoothing out his clothes, as well as a lock of your hair that has fluttered out of place, “But that’s too many pleases and you look petrified. Why?” His voice is suddenly intense yet careful, as is his grip on your arm, “Does he hurt you?”

They idea is entirely laughable, but there’s no time for that, so you brush him off with a swipe of your hand and a flippant, “Don’t be stupid, Jake.”

Without allowing yourself to think it through, you begin ushering him down the hall towards the front room, but what will you find there? Doom or salvation?

How will these pieces fall together? Something solid and heavy in your heart tells you Jake will do as you have asked and play nice, but another facet buried even deeper inside is rocked with anxiety and screaming that it’s only wishful thinking to believe such a fairytale.

”Hey hon,” jovially rings out as he steps in through the garage, “I saw your car! We’re both home early? Looks like the universe knew how much I missed you!”

Jake turns to catch your eye as you shove him along, but you refuse to meet his gaze. You're unsure of what you’ll find there and this isn’t the time for uncertainties.

Would you find sadness threatening to roll hot tears down his cheeks? Anger threatening to boil over in his fiery chocolate irises? Accusation and resentment for what you’re about to subject him to?

Oh god, you can’t do this! Suddenly, and absurdly, you wish you could fade into the gentle, lush, green paint that you had once rolled upon the hallway walls, paying meticulous attention to detail. Build this home, had been the plan…bury him away under paint and sanded cabinets. Art perched on the walls and throw pillows piled on the bed.

You’d love to disappear and leave them perplexed and confused, wondering what became of you. To vanish into nothing like a dust mote blown away upon the lightest, softest breeze.

You’re a coward.

While your thoughts are busy with that, Jake’s are grappling with each other. Tangled up and struggling. He’d very much like to stomp into the front room and shut this man up. With his booming voice calling out how much he’s missed you like he has some claim over you. Like you’re his. Like he doesn’t understand that you could never really be anyone’s because you’re much too good for this whole goddamn world. That you’re precious, like the rarest of stones and anyone who is lucky enough to hold you in their palm should fall on their knees in thanks.

He sounds so fucking common. Does he think you’re common as well? Jake can’t stomach the thought.

So, yes, he’d like to stroll into the room, casual as you please, and announce that he is taking you away from this ridiculous illusion where you play house and pretend to be satisfied. He longs to tell him how he’s made love to you, how he’s fucked you. How you’ve begged for him and swore no one could ever be him. Jake wants to tell him that the ring he put on your finger has been in his mouth, that he spat it out and you didn’t even care. That you hardly even noticed. Jake would almost kill to watch Mr. Wonderful’s face crumple in defeat and loss…

But he loves you far too much, and to say all those things would hurt you, too.

Scar your heart he will not.

He’s shrugging off his suit blazer when you both appear. It’s a mundane action, one that repeats itself nearly every evening, but you stand still and shellshocked, unable to jolt yourself into some semblance of normalcy until Jake subtly nudges you with a ginger elbow.

“Hi,” you begin, a touch too loudly, “Yeah, you’re early! I actually didn’t end up going to work today. Old friend in town. We went to the movies. And then we came here. He wanted to see the house. I…I told him about it. I was just giving him the tour.”

You sound robotic and ridiculous, but he doesn’t appear to notice. Rather, he looks delighted when his eyes land on Jake and recognition settles in.

”Ah, I know you!” He laughs, marching forward with an outstretched hand. “The almost brother in law. Good to finally meet you.”

His grasp on Jake’s hand is strong and sure as he pumps it up and down. The genuine gladness in his gesture makes you want to tear your own hair out in penance.

Or is it the ‘almost brother in law’ moniker that has made you nauseous?

Yes, that’s what you boiled Jacob down to. You had held nothing back about your relationship with Josh…but Jake? You just couldn’t. To speak of him, to share him that way…it had seemed incomprehensible. And how could you ever put it into words, anyway? How could anyone ever understand what he was to you? What he is to you? No, it had seemed best to keep him locked away, silent and safe in your memories. Tucked away in your heart. The boy in the bubble.

Jake’s face is unreadable as he sizes up this opponent before him. This rival who has just unknowingly stepped into the ring. This blissfully unaware adversary. He is a doe who has wandered idly into the path of a dangerously ravenous mountain lion, and he doesn’t even know it. Ignorance really does seem like bliss in this moment, and you long for it.

“Yes, the almost brother in law,” his tone is slightly clipped, but no one, aside from you - and perhaps his brothers - would ever notice. “That’s me. And you are?”

Here we go. He’s going to love this.

They drop hands and a friendly clap lands on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m Jake, too. What are the odds?”

A sharp, satisfied laugh bursts out of Jake, head tipped back, adam’s apple bobbing gleefully, and you long to tell the smug bastard to just shut the hell up, but it’s over quickly enough.

”Yes,” he sighs, with a shake of his head that ends in his eyes blazing holes into your soul, “What are the odds?”

”’Course this one over here calls me by my middle name, James. Says it fits me. No one else does, though, so choice is yours. Man, it’s so great to finally meet you.” He’s prattling on now, never having met a stranger, “You know we’ve got all your work over there in the case. You’re a hell of a guitar player. I tried to learn in high school, mostly to impress girls…never could get it. Anyway…”

Jake is eyeing him like he doesn’t know what to make of this man standing there, cordial and warm, tossing out compliments and bids for conversation.

His eyes are traveling over this unfamiliar being, now so tangible and real, who has had his hands all over you. Who has had his mouth pressed to your precious body, who has whispered against your skin, who has made love to you in the still of the night, and held you, and rested beside you, breathing in tandem. Who has gotten down on one knee and asked you to be his wife.

And you said yes...you said yes.

He wants to hurt him. Both physically and emotionally. He wants to level him. To crush him into nothing. And though this Jake, James, or whatever his name is, isn’t to blame, he wants it all the same. He wishes he could lure him into his palm like a revolting insect and squeeze until he was no more than something vile to be wiped away with a Kleenex.

Instead, he tilts his head in the direction of the vinyls and shrugs off the accolades, “Fuckin’ Zeppelin cover band.”

James laughs uproariously and gestures into the room welcomingly, “Why are we all standing around like this? Have a seat…please. Make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink? Water? A beer? Whiskey? I know it’s early, but special occasions call for special circumstances, I always say.”

Eyes on you, he shrugs out a response that would be lost on anybody but you, “I’ll have what you’re having.”

Once you’re alone for a moment, he shakes his head with a gorgeous, if not self-satisfied, smirk sparking to life upon his face. “His name is Jake? Oh, sugar…” he’s laughing softly now, and sinking down into the cushions of the couch, “creature of habit, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

”Shut up!” You hiss, eyes flickering towards the kitchen doorway, “Coincidence. That’s all. Don’t be so fucking full of yourself. Now, please just be nice.”

He quiets down, drawing the back of his forefinger beneath his eye dramatically as if he has laughed himself to tears, “I’m being very nice and you know it. Don’t push it.”

You sit, as far away from him as the couch will allow, but instantly he’s leaned in close. “What do you think he would do if I got down on my knees right here and buried my face in that gorgeous little cunt of yours? Showed him how it’s really done.”

”Jacob!” You barely make a sound as you admonish him with a clipped shove to settle him.

He slinks back into his seat with another laughing shake of his head, “This is perfect.”

”I hate you.” You lie.

”Sure you do, sugar,” he winks, crossing his legs to get comfy, “Sure you do. Almost brother in law, huh? Is that what I’ve been reduced to?”

He’s still chuckling quietly to himself while a strange mix of panic and tears begins to churn around inside of you like a slow moving summer storm. He’s gearing up, you can feel it, and the thought of it all is too much, your metaphorical knees are beginning to shake. This could end so, so badly.

“Later, Jake…” you’re beseeching without shame, pleading with your watery gaze. “We’ll talk about it later. Please just stop.”

His palm cradles your cheek so softly you wonder if anyone has ever touched someone as gently as he touches you, “Settle down, baby. I won’t make trouble for you.”

How laughable that he can’t seem to recognize that you’ve brought this trouble on all by yourself. No help needed.

He has moved to create a respectable distance between the two of you by the time James is sweeping back into the room bearing a tray flush with drinks and snacks.

”Here, sweetie,” he drops a kiss upon the top of your head, presenting a glass. “Made you a mimosa…I know you like to keep it light through the week.”

You somehow manage a thank you and sip at the sweet, bubbly mix, praying it calms your frayed nerves.

”For us,” he extends the tray and you watch as Jake plucks a low ball glass from it, “bourbon. Unless you’d rather browse the bar. Plenty to choose from.”

”Bourbon is fantastic,” Jake nips at his glass. “Thank you.”

There is a palpable disdain hovering around Jake like a murky aura, but there is heartbreak there too. Aching and black. Heavy and weighing down the light that normally follows him around like a strange shadow…and you’d give anything to take it away.

For just a breath, you intend to do just that. To rise to your feet and stomp all over James’ open, trusting heart. To tell him the truth. To tell him you’re leaving. You nearly take Jake by the hand and drag him towards the door and leave everything else behind without explanation…simply to end his suffering.

Your lips nearly part to say the words when you’re cut off.

“Oh. I almost forgot,” James leans forward in his chair and grabs for your hand, absently running his thumb against your own, “Erin called. She said you guys had a great time the other day, said you’d planned something for this weekend? Wedding planning?”

Erin. His sister. You’ve grown close but it wouldn’t hurt to leave her behind. It wouldn’t even sting…not for Jake.

You squeeze his hand with a tiny smile and fight rolling nausea at the mere mention of the wedding in Jake’s presence. From the corner of your eye, you watch him tense, but he recovers quickly and drains his glass to the dredges in one pull.

”Well,” suddenly, he’s on his feet. “I’ve taken enough of your time today. It was good to see you.” His eyes are unreadable and shift quickly away from your own. “James, good to meet you and thank you for the hospitality.”

”Don’t run off on my account,” James is on his feet now as well, “We’d love to have you stay for dinner. I make a mean chicken Kiev, and…”

”No,” Jake interrupts, gaze jumping towards the door as if he can’t get away fast enough. “I’ve got a flight to catch in just a few hours, need to head back…you know how it goes.”

He sounds ineloquent and so unlike himself… and you can feel it - his heartbreak - in your bones as though you’ve crawled inside his body and curled up beside it like a clinging lover.

“Jake,” you can’t seem to move from your seat, your body uncooperative and rebellious, “Your car is still at the theater, let me drive you…”

”Drive me?” He is staring at you, white hot and desperate…the mask is finally slipping. He has played pretend all he can for the day. “And then what?”

”And then…” again, you are a coward. A fucking coward. “I don’t know. What do you mean, and then?”

The room is silent for a beat - with words unspoken crashing into the space between yourself and Jake, and James struggling to understand this strange exchange.

With the slightest nod of his head, Jacob silently encourages you. Urges you. Come with me, sugar…it seems to say, come home.

But still you sit, frozen and paralyzed. A horrified doe staring down the hunter’s muzzle.

Another nod, clipped and more obvious this time, responds to your inaction. “I’ll walk. Again, thank you for having me.”

The door closes behind him in a blink, and he is gone. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve imagined him completely…

Looking down at your shaking hands in your lap, you realize you never even made it to your feet. You sat, unmoving, and watched him go.

~

Hours later, you’re standing outside an unfamiliar door, anxiously clutching at the straps of the bag tossed over your shoulder.

And when that unfamiliar door swings open, your heart unclenches, for there he stands. Showered, smelling of soap and warmth, hair curled into dampened, loose ringlets, beat to hell jeans riding low on his hips.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “If it isn’t Mrs. Wonderful…”

“Hi,” it comes out meek and small, but flush full of the comfort that is being near him.

”How’d you find me?” His arms cross loosely, with a faded smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

”Were you hiding?” Why hasn’t he turned to lead you in?

”From you, pretty girl?” He scoffs as if the very idea is preposterous. “Never.”

Yet, on he stands as though barring your entrance…as though he intends to send you on your way any moment.

”I called Josh,” you offer, wringing at your bag’s handles idly, simply for something to do with your hands. “He told me where you were staying.” Your gaze skitters over the house. “It’s nice. Cozy.”

He nods, “Airbnb. You mentioned something about us always being in hotels, before. I thought, if there was a chance I’d be hosting you, you might like something a little more…domestic. Though, I see now that you have plenty of that going for you already, right? Domesticity?”

“Do I deserve that?”

His shoulders hunch inwardly slightly, he knows you’re right, and he knows he’s being a bit of an asshole as well. “No, I suppose you don’t.”

”Are you going to invite me in? I feel a little stupid standing out here.” Vulnerability seems of such insignificance when it is Jacob in question. He knows your bare soul so well anyway.

Still, he allows you to dangle on his string, twisting languidly in the soft, evening breeze. “Why’d you call Josh to find me? Why not just call me? Missing my better half now that you’ve had a bit of fun with me?”

Now there’s a slight irritation traipsing along your nerves, and damned if you’re going to mask it. “Alright, either let me in or tell me to go to hell. I’m not going to beg for your good graces.”

”Are you coming in to stay? Or are you here to say goodbye? Because my heart has had enough for one day.”

”Oh, fuck off, Jacob.” You huff, pushing past him into the house. You slump your bag off your shoulder and onto the floor and then turn on him. “Sorry to have interrupted your pity party, but what did you think was going to happen today? Did you think it was going to be spectacular and wonderful to walk around in the life that I live with someone else? You practically fucked me in the bedroom I share with him. You lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree when you realized he was home. You wanted this, and you know what I think your problem is? I think you liked him.”

”Fuck you!” He slams the door closed and looks you over like you’ve lost your mind entirely. “You think I liked him? I couldn’t give a fuck less about him. He made my skin crawl. Do you know what it was like for me to watch him touch you? The way he looked at you…”

He falls silent and suddenly refuses to meet your eyes, and your heart breaks right alongside his.

Tentatively, you reach out and rest your palm against his cheek, “The way he looked at me doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It never really has.”

His hand floats up to meet yours, “He looked at you with so much love. Like he would give you the entire world. It made me feel not good enough. It made me feel like I should leave and let it be. Like I was wrong for showing up and rattling your whole life around.”

You’re backing him up against the door now, his gorgeous, stricken face held fast in your sure and gentle hands. “Not good enough? You? Oh, Jakey…” you pet at his face worshipfully, “We have a garden, remember? And you help me harvest, and I know you feed me those tiny tomatoes I like. You know? The little yellow ones? And they’re all gone before we even get inside.”

He’s nodding along as you pepper kisses upon his cheeks and forehead.

“And we have a porch swing, and a piano, and beautiful babies, and a cat…and you sing to us, and love us hard every single minute of every single day. And you make us so, so happy. And I wake up every morning with a smile on my face because I packed this stupid bag,” your foot darts out and kicks it, “and shoved my way inside when you refused to invite me in.”

”Don't say things you don’t mean, sugar…” his hands are in your hair now, guiding your mouth to his own so that he can lick inside it. He needs to taste you - needs to feel the silken velvet of your tongue, “I can’t take it, baby.”

You’re breathing each other's breath, lips like feathers dancing together soft and sweet, holding on to one another as if you might both just vanish into nothing in an instant, “I mean it, Jake…” you promise, “I mean it. You are everything,”

You can almost hear the pounding of his heart as the heat of his need begins to radiate and warm you, “Because I can’t stand the thought of leaving, of thinking you’ll follow, only for you to change your mind. It would kill me, sugar. So, please don’t say these things to me if you—“

You silence him with a deep, feverish kiss and then break away, forehead to forehead, “I’m not following later. I’m coming with you. This is where I am now…with you.”

Tears well in his eyes and spill over, hot and saline, as you lick and kiss them away. “I love you, pretty girl…” it chokes out of him, rasping as he swallows thickly, “I love you so fucking much. I’ve imagined this moment in so many different ways, but it was never as perfect as this. Tell me you know how much I love you.”

”I know, and I—“ it is he who interrupts with a desperate kiss this time.

And you know that later he will ask, and when he asks you will tell him what was said back at that house that broke his heart in two - how you ended things with the one who really never mattered at all…

…but for now all that matters is the taste of him on your lips. His air-drying hair looped through your searching fingers. Your hearts and lungs syncing, with his tears like brackish diamonds in your stomach because you have finally swallowed his sorrow and unburdened him from it.

He seems lighter in your arms already…closer now to the sun than he had ever been to the moon before.

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In Your Heart

Chapter 10

Jake Kizka x fem reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, creepy ex bf shit

Very lightly edited, so please excuse any grammatical mistakes :)

The sheets are soft against your skin as you wake. It's still dark out and Jake's arm is slung around your middle, his body pressed closely to yours. His breathing is slow and even. You hate to move him but the need to pee is greater than your desire to let him sleep undisturbed. Sliding out from under his arm pulls a sleepy groan from his chest. His hair is wild on his pillow, his face mushed and his lips pouty. You snicker a little bit and he opens one eye. "Come back." His voice is low as he whines.

"I've got to pee." You whisper in reply. "Did you know you drool?"

The air in the room is a little chilly and you hurry along to do your business. A glance in the mirror shows you that your hair is in just a bad of a state as Jake's. Returning to the bed, he's a little more awake. He reaches out to you and pulls you into his arms as you slide underneath the covers. You plant a soft kiss in between his collarbones and drink in his scent. The sex from earlier still on his skin. He rumbles a soft laugh. His hands travel down to the soft curve of your ass and give a little squeeze.

Your lips are absentmindedly on his, moving slowly, sleepily. He pulls you from your side on top of him. Bare bodies pressed closely together. His hands run slowly up and down your back drawing a soft sigh from your chest. Tongues melt together languidly in the quiet of the night. 

Hazy arousal stirs inside you and you move against him. You feel his cock twitch against your bare stomach. Moving forward, you grind against him allowing him to feel your growing wetness. He tries to laugh but it just gets lost in a low groan that steals from his chest.

"What is it?" You ask him, pecking him on the lips as you continue to move your hips.

"You're tortuous, you know that right?" He says with a crooked grin, his eyes still clouded with sleepiness.

"Jake, If I'm bothering you I can stop.." You make to roll off of him.

His hands grip your hips firmly, keeping them in place. "Don't you dare."

"That's what I thought." You laugh and lean back down to kiss him allowing the tip of him to align with your entrance.

Slowly, and with a soft sigh, you bury him inside you inch by inch. The feeling of him is worth savoring and you pause for several moments just drinking in the feeling. His fingertips dig into your skin, silently urging you to move. You gently remove his hands, sitting up to guide them to your breasts where your nipples are begging for attention.

Jake's brow is furrowed with pleasure as he looks up at you, his hair splayed around him on the pillow. You hold his eyes as you begin to move your hips slowly back and forth. Your teeth pull at your lower lip as you feel the tip of his cock nudge against just the right spot inside you sending a rush of warmth through your body. His hands palm you, squeezing with each movement. Feeling you clenching against him, he pinches a nipple in between his fingers. A cry escapes your lips and you move your hips faster. You aren't able to reign yourself in.

"Touch yourself." He orders, watching you with a mixture of lust and awe.

You obey him. Your clit is swollen and needy when your fingertips begin their slow deep circles. You feel the heat rising up through you in earnest now. The inner walls of your cunt clench him in rhythm with your hips while his fingers continue pinching and plucking at your nipples. The fog of your approaching orgasm strips you of any care or inhibition. You ride him desperately, pushing him into your sweet spot over and over and over again.

"Come on baby, let it go for me." His voice is soft but still authoritative.

Your reply is a strangled moan. Head thrown back, eyes closed, chasing release.

His hand is on your throat, guiding your eyes back to his. "Cum for me pretty girl."

His brown eyes bore into yours as your fingers move rapidly against your clit. When you finally let go your orgasm rips through you stealing the breath from your lungs. Your silent scream is released as Jake's fingers hook into your mouth. Each wild moan is stifled by his fingertips as you suck them. You lose control of your body, leaning down against him to ride out the shockwaves of pleasure racking you.

You kiss his face, his neck, his lips, his shoulders as your pace slows. He's still rock hard inside you, pulsing against your walls. You can feel how close he is.

"Keep going baby. Fuck me, I'm so close." He strains, bucking his hips into you in an attempt to regain the pace.

"You want it slow and sweet Jakey?" You whisper breathily in his ear, allowing your lips to brush his skin. You love how desperate he sounds when the moan of reply escapes his parted lips. You dig your fingers into his hair and pull it gently, craning his head back. Your body is still pressed closely to his as you lift yourself up, his length fully unsheathed. You tease your wet entrance against him as you plant a soft kiss on his throat.

Then, without warning, you push your hips back down harshly, taking him all the way. You ride him wildly and with no mercy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...." The expletives leave his mouth in a slurry as his hips meet yours. You allow him to fuck you back while you watch his face contort in ecstacy.

"Come on Jakey, give it to me." You purr. This seems to be what finally pushes him over the edge. His moans fill the room and his body tenses just as you feel his cock twitch inside you. You feel the warm rush of him spilling inside as he slows and finally stills beneath you.

.......

Jake slings his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk towards the large double doors of the venue. You're running late. Very late. Hopefully not as late as the others. It'd be nice to get inside and settled before the girls saw you together. They know you two are... close. And they sense the sexual tension. But you aren't ready to announce to them that Jake is *technically* a boyfriend now. They give you enough shit as it is. You know they mean well, and that they would be beyond excited, but you'd like to lay low for a while and make sure things are going to pan out in your favor. It’s only been a few weeks since your first night together. While every moment together makes you so so happy, it still feels very new.

You loose a sigh of relief. As the two of you enter the backstage area you see that Danny is the only one here on time. Old reliable Danny.

"What's up lovebirds?" He calls out as you approach.

"Go easy on that for now Daniel, she wants to keep things on the low." Jake replies with a laugh. He doesn't understand why, but he respects you desire to avoid the fuss about it.

Danny holds his hands up in surrender, "Alright, alright. You're just lucky you weren't later than literally anyone else but me."

You roll your eyes a bit and flash him a smile. What ever made Danny so much wiser than everyone else? It reminds you of the way your mother used to speak like she knew everything before you could figure it out. Danny smiles knowingly back and goes back to unpacking his drum kit.

As the two of you head into the hallway you speak to Jake out of the corner of your mouth. "I thought you said you wouldn’t tell them anything.”

"I haven’t. Danny just knows things." He brushes it off, obviously not surprising to him.

"And why does he unpack his own things? That's got to drive the crew crazy." You continue.

"He's always insisted. A bit of a pre-show ritual. And he's the only one here early enough to do it." Jake explains.

He deposits you at your dressing room with a light kiss on the lips that makes your heart flutter.

“You know, would it really be so terrible if everyone knew?” He asks with a persuasive grin. “It’s the last show for a few weeks. We’ll all be back in Nashville for a while.”

You consider. He has a point. “Why don’t we wait until after the show tonight?” You think this would be an acceptable compromise.

“I could be amenable to that.” He pecks your lips again, eyelids heavy.

You kiss him on the cheek. “Ok, then it’s decided. Now go, I’ve got to start getting ready.”

……..

The girls are nearly ready now. You can hear the hum of the crowd even here in the dressing room. You’re sitting in front of the mirror, not unlike the one at the very first show back home. The lights are hot on your face but you’re much more relaxed. Tabby hugs you from behind and rests her chin on the top of your head.

“As much fun as I’m having, I’m ready to be back in Nash for a while.” She sighs.

“I second that. I miss my own bed.” You groan in reply.

“We need to go out when we get back. Really let loose.” Anika calls from the couch.

“Oooo yeah, I second that.” Liz is perfecting her eyeliner in the other mirror.

“Maybe we’ll invite the guys too.” Tabby says releasing you. “You can invite Danny, Ani.”

“I might…” She says with a grin. Tabby loves to play matchmaker.

“Tabitha you’re one to be talking. In all the years I’ve known you, I don’t think you’ve ever been on one date.” You tease her.

“I’ll find the right woman one day.” She winks at you in the mirror and you roll your eyes.

“All the women in the world and I don’t think you could find anyone that could keep up with you.” You laugh.

“You’re probably right. No one has kept up yet.” She flips her hair over her shoulder dramatically.

The four of you laugh and continue to throw verbal jabs until you get the call for 5 minutes. The crowd is really rumbling now, getting impatient. You still feel the hum of excitement in your stomach. You’re testing out a new song tonight. Something really kickass. You know they’re going to love it. Show after show, your listeners across all platforms has gone up. You have more instagram followers than you could have ever imagined, and the label is promising a full album and a full tour of your own in the summer. These are the thoughts racing through your mind when Jake’s head pops into the room.

The girls don’t seem to surprised, “What’s up Jake?” Tabby greets him.

“Not much, just coming to wish you guys luck tonight.” He smiles brilliantly and enters the room.

His steps are quick and assured as he approaches you. He leans down and kisses you quickly. He gives you no time to recover or respond, you just look at him with surprise. He smirks at you “Good luck, I’ll see you later.”

He exits the room as quickly as he entered it, with a wave and a “break a leg” over his shoulder.

The three of your bandmates turn to look at you. They’re smiling like idiots and you know they’ll need a full rundown. But before they can start interrogating you, you get the call for curtain and it’s off to the stage. So much for after the show. You smile to yourself as you set foot on the bottom step to the stage. Asshole.

BACK IN NASHVILLE

David turns the cold cool metal over in his hands. The white apple appears on the phone screen and powers up. No password. Perfect. The screensaver is a photo of you and your mother together on a beach. You stand next to her in her wheelchair and large sun hat. The two of you are smiling out at him. He had found it on another expedition into your condo, tucked away in the bedside table where it had been since your mother had passed. He settles himself down on his own couch. He knows you’ll be back in a few days. He can’t wait to see you.

- Sorry for the wait y’all! Work has really been kicking my ass and I’ve been in a slump after the holidays. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! The next few will probably take place back in Nashville and will be fairly juicy. Wanna be added to the taglist? Message me or sound out below in the comments!!

-E

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Fun little challenge tagged by @edgingthedarkness 🩵🩵

challenge -> you’re starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title!

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FUCKING HELL, JACOB — I can’t breathe

Don’t imagine that this is how Jake eats pu—

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JANNYYYYY

#giggling and kicking my legs #jake gvf #jake kiszka #greta van fleet #danny wagner #i am so delulu #screaming

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Merry Fuckin Christmas!

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In Your Heart: Chapter 9- Be With Me

Jake Kizka x fem reader

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk

Authors Note: I wrote 75% of this drunk off my ass so enjoy ;)

Chapter 9: Be With Me

The haze of your orgasm clouds your thoughts as he retreats to remove the rest of his clothing. You study his body inch by inch. His arms are lean and strong, forearms toned from years of playing. The plane of his tanned stomach slopes down gracefully to the waistband of his dark jeans. In the dim light of the city emanating from the window you watch his fingers work the belt, then the button, the fly, and finally slide them down. It's as though the two of you are existing only in the vacuum of space and time. Each second passing that his lips aren't on yours are torture. Standing above you, his erection strains against the fabric of his boxers. Jake's eyes are nothing less than predatory, and while they still contain a hint of the mischief you are so familiar with, the way he looks at you sends a shiver down your spine.

"Come here." He says quietly, still standing at the edge of the bed.

You comply without a word, shakily getting to your feet. He grips the back of your neck and pulls you into a rough kiss. The urgency in his kiss gives away his desire. You smirk a bit into him.

"What's funny?" He holds your face in his hand firmly while the other resumes its slow stroking of your breast.

"I think you're barely containing yourself Jakey." You taunt him a bit. He's too easy.

"Just stop talking baby, or I'll have to make you." He grins darkly.

"Make me then." Your eyes hold a challenge.

"Get on your knees."

You obey, eager to please despite your inherent need to be difficult. Your hand strokes him through his boxers and he lets out a sharp breath through his teeth. Hooking your fingers into the band around his hips, you slide them down his legs. The taste of him is intoxicating as you take a long slow lick up his shaft. You have no intentions to get this over quickly. In the past, sexual encounters were about chasing your own end. A man is interested in himself, so why shouldn't you be interested in your own need? Now, with Jake standing over you, all you want is to make this moment last as long as possible. Gripping him, you take his velvety tip into your mouth fully. You move slowly. Painfully slow for him in this case.

"Fuck baby" His quiet groans flutter around in your chest and waken you again fully to your own arousal. The pace quickens as his bucking hips drive him further into your mouth. You feel his muscles pulsing in your mouth, twitching towards his own release. Your saliva floods him, dripping down off of your chin and onto the soft curve of your chest. His hand travels down to clutch gently at your hair. You’re kept firmly in time with his rhythm; letting him fuck your mouth is enough to bring on another orgasm. You moan deeply onto him as he slips in and out of. But you need him. Not like this the first time. You need to be filled, to feel him fill you. Just as this thought crosses your mind, his hand grips your hair roughly and pulls you away. A string of saliva drips from your mouth as you look into his eyes.

"Do you want me to fuck you baby?" His hand in your hair is holding you firm, craning your neck back. You nod stiffly.

"Out loud." He orders. You raise an eyebrow.

"I said." He yanks you up "out loud. What do you need?"

"I need you to fuck me Jake."�� If your underwear weren't crumpled up on the floor, they would be soaked through again. "Please." At this, his grip loosens and he lowers you down onto the bed again.

All at once, he's on you again, kissing you deeply. His tongue runs along your lips and he catches your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs gently. You feel the tip of his length press against your clit and you writhe beneath him. Positioning himself at your entrance, he pushes forward. He takes his time allowing you to stretch and relax around him. The fullness is so so sweet. You can feel the two of you meld together into one at the same time he reaches your deepest depths.

"Slow and sweet baby?" He strokes in and out of you gently. Your quiet moans are perfectly in time with his rhythm. You aren't sure that you can find the words to answer him as you feel the familiar warmth in your belly that precedes another orgasm. His fingers slide down to rub slow circles around your clit. Your pussy throbs around him, clenching in time with each expert thrust of his hips.

"Jake.." is the only word that comes to you through the fog. His name. The only syllable that you're capable of conjuring.

"That's right honey. God you're so perfect." His pace quickens almost imperceptibly, breathing growing more and more ragged.

You need more of him. More of him. Harder. Faster. "Please Jake." You cry out.

"What is it baby? You can tell me." That shit eating grin creeping back up on his face. He really does enjoy playing with you.

"God Jake... Just.. Please.." he seems to understand by the desperation in your voice what you need. You feel your muscles contract around him, pushing you closer and closer towards the edge.

"Ohh you want this?" He changes his pace abruptly, thrusting into you so hard that you gasp.

This noice releases him, distracting him from the game he's playing. He can't hold on anymore to the control he's been exacting. Each stroke is harder and faster than the last, hitting that sweet spot over and over and over. Your moans transform into screams of pleasure and you don't fucking care who hears you. "Eyes baby" he orders, a little shakier than before "I want to see you cum with me buried in that pretty cunt."

This is all you need to go crashing over the edge. Your orgasm slams into you, blurring your vision and bringing tears to your eyes. Every cell in your body is on fire, burning against him.  You don't allow your gaze to break, seeing in his own eyes how close he is. You pull him down into a kiss just as he falls apart inside you. The feeling of his release filling you up coincides with a string of curses and moans. His hair is wild and sweaty. Each movement inside pulls wave after wave from your body. He finally stills above you, resting inside for a moment longer and pushing deeper one last time.

As the two of you hover there, still connecting, breath slowing, you look into his face. All you are capable of feeling in this moment is pure bliss. Never in your life has sex felt this good. Never in your life has sex meant something to you like this. All the emotion swimming in your mind and behind your eyes is channeled into your smile. You feel radiant, as though the sun and the moon are shining down on you all at once. His hair hangs down in curtains to frame your face. He leans down to kiss the tip of your nose gently and slowly retreats from you. The absence of him inside you is disheartening. One has become two again.

He flops down onto the bed next to you, his fingertips tracing slow circles over the slope of your shoulder. You look over to find him staring intently at you.

“What is it?” You ask him with a small giggle. You’re still reeling.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, eyes traveling up and down your body.

You can’t begin to describe the kind of contentment that you feel laying next to him. It’s still a bit alarming if you’re honest. You know that you’re attracted to him obviously. You know that he’s your best friend in the whole world. You know that you’ve been falling for him for months now. Despite all that you know, it’s still hard for your mind to adjust to the fact that this is really happening. All those nights lusting after each other were not in vain.

“Be with me.” He says.

“What?” You ask, absorbed in your own thoughts.

“Get out of your head. Be here with me, now.” He smiles knowingly at you. “You’re thinking too much. I want to be with you. Really.”

“You’re sure?” You ask him, now really paying attention.

“The most sure I’ve ever been.” His fingers brush your cheek, sliding your hair back behind your ear.

“I’m just-“

“Just trust me y/n, if this goes sour I’ll take full responsibility. We can go back to being friends I promise. Be with me.” He cuts you off.

You’ve been his from the moment he first kissed you, maybe even before then. And although your reservations have kept you guarded, your body has known all along that this was inevitable. The two of you were inevitable. Seeing him at the bar. Mourning in Savannah. The first show. That first night on the bus. You close your eyes and lean into him, resting your forehead against his. He pulls you closer and you can hear his heart beating slowly.

“I’m yours Jake, I’ve been yours for a long time.” Your voice is thick and heady, unexpected tears pricking behind your closed eyelids.

There’s no snarky comment in response, just the soft touch of his hand in your hair. His fingertips draw patterns on your scalp. The gentle movement lulling you to sleep second by slow second.

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A good little continuation this week for you all. I’m really looking forward to the next few chapters. I’ve got a lot of fun stuff planned for Jake and y/n. Please excuse any minor grammatical errors. I’m working on a Spotify playlist for this fic so keep an eye out for that soon as well! See you all next week, and have a Merry Christmas!

- E

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In Your Heart

Jake Kizka x fem reader

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), first date fluff, corny as fuck Christmas references

Author’s Note: This chapter was very lightly edited, so please excuse any grammatical errors or less than stellar word choices, I reallly wanted to get this chapter out for you all.

Chapter Eight: Needy

The set itself has already improved tenfold since that first show in Nashville. Each song is tighter and perfected. Your technique has never been better. Watching the guys perform is like watching an animal evolve in real time, each show exhilarating but unique from the last.

Things with Jake have lulled into a sort of familiarity that is a little too close to be just friendly. Stolen kisses in tucked away corners and nights spent in deep conversation. He knows more about you than anyone alive on this planet. It's vulnerability in a way that you aren't quite comfortable with yet.

Currently, you're sitting in a hotel room all to yourself. Thank god they booked you all individually instead of doubled up. You loved your bandmates like sisters at this point but... some privacy is much appreciated. Grey sweatpants hang off your hips and your hair hangs in tendrils around your face. The Boston skyline is already twinkling in the purple of sunset. It's nearing Christmas and you see lights scattered far below illuminating the snow dusted streets.

Your phone rings. You answer without looking, knowing that it's Jake.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hello dahhhling" his English drawl greets you.

"What's up?" You ask him chuckling a bit.

"Would you be able to pencil me in tonight? Sayy, 7:00? Drinks?"

"Are you.. the Jacob Thomas Kizka finally asking me out?" You prod him.

"Indeed madam" he replies seriously.

"Let me get dressed. I'll meet you in the lobby." You say and hang up on him before he can reply.

Shit. You have nothing to wear on a date. You pick through your suitcase and land on a pair of straight jeans and an oversized crewneck, praying he hasn't made any sort of fancy reservation.

The elevator ride down gives you a full view of the atrium of the hotel. Tall ceilings are strung with twinkling lights and Christmas trees litter the large room where people meander about. You spot him near the doors waiting. His long hair is pulled up into a messy knot at the back of his head, just brushing the collar of a dark brown leather jacket. He spots you and waves as you descend the last few floors and disappear from view.

He pulls you into a hug as soon as you reach him. "I missed you." He says squeezing you tight around your shoulders and lifting your toes off the ground.

"You saw me less than an hour ago on the bus." You say, your airway constricted.

"An hour too long in my opinion." He puts you down.

You laugh before asking "So where are we going?"

"You'll see. Come on." and he slips his hand in yours leading you outside.

It's very cold outside and you silently thank yourself for packing a decent jacket at least. The snow is falling lazily now, and the wind has slacked just enough to allow you some peace as you walk. Jake leads you down a few blocks and into a different hotel lobby and a different elevator. You ride up for what seems like an eternity. He's still holding your hand and tucks it into his coat pocket running his thumb soothingly up and down your pointer finger. Even in the cold this casual touch tingles more than usual, your body responding to an affection it has sorely missed.

You finally step off of the elevator and into a large room with walls of glass. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the view. You can see the whole skyline of the city from up here. Even better than the view from your hotel room. You glance over at him and he's grinning smugly as if he knew this place would be impressive to you.

You roll your eyes inwardly. He does know you very well then. You are in awe. Music plays softly, and dim lights sparkle and bounce off of the windows. He leads you to a deep sofa near the edge of the room and deposits you there. "Wait here I'll go and get us drinks."

After a few moments he returns and the two of you curl up and sip for a moment. Conversation is just as easy as it always is. The two of you spend quite a bit of time discussing the tour so far: your favorite cities, the best crowds, nicest hotels, and so on. After all the topics relating to shows and performances are expended, you sit for a while in comfortable silence admiring the city from your perch. His brown eyes shine in the lights of the skyline. "You know, I'm kicking myself for not agreeing to go out when you first asked me." You admit to him a bit unwillingly.

"Oh I knew you would be." He grins. "But I won't hold that against you."

"Oh well thank you so much Jacob" you really roll your eyes at him now.

"I'm kicking myself for not asking you out the second I knew that creep had blown his shot with you. If that makes you feel any better." He casually reaches out and intertwines his fingers with yours on the back of the couch.

"It does thanks." The mention of David in the moment doesn't even phase you.

"You know, I've never been with someone I had a real friendship with first?" You offer up.

"Yeah?" He replies.

"It was always right down to business. I've not gotten the chance to really know someone the way I know you. Not before things get serious at least." He's silent and you continue. "It feels... strange to for this to be so natural to me."

"Strange in a good way I hope." His smile is soft now, less goofy than before.

"In a very good way."

"I'm glad we've gotten to be friends. You help keep my head on straight. You steady me and knock me off kilter all at once." He's looking out at the sky while he speaks. "I was worried for a while that I'd never be able to move on, you know? Get on with my life."

"That's why I was so worried about this becoming more for us. I was afraid we'd fuck it up and I'd lose you altogether."

He seems amused at this comment, like it'd never even crossed his mind that this progression could complicate things.

"Do you want to know when I knew this was going to be something?" He asks

"Hmmm..." you think "it has to be the vomiting on your shoes thing. One of the highlights of our friendship for sure."

He laughs "Nope."

"Ok so what then? I don't know how I could top that for you." You joke, sliding your shoes off and swinging your legs up and across his lap to face him.

"That night I sliced my hand open in the kitchen." He admits still laughing.

"You're kidding." You giggle in reply.

"I'm definitely not. Watching you bandage me up, make fun of me for hating blood. We'd spent weeks scraping each other off the floor and then it just hit me all of a sudden." He pauses "I just felt something shift and from then on it was just different for me. I wanted to grab you and kiss you right then."

"Buttt you didn't." You couldn't damper your smile even if you'd wanted to.

"And then I heard you playing the piano the next morning. I really knew it was over for me then." He unlaces his fingers and reaches out to brush your cheek with his thumb.

You lean into his hand involuntarily. His calloused fingers burning against your still cool skin. He's studying your face like it's the first and last time he'll ever see it. That's how he's always looked at you, you realize.

"That was the first night I noticed things felt different between us. I didn't want to admit it to myself. But turns out I was right." You smirk. Leave it to you to interrupt a tender moment with gloating, but he doesn't seem to care.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, comfortable in the dimly lit space. The noise from the bar comes into the foreground.

"Is this Last Christmas?" You ask straining to hear the music.

"I think so." He says also listening.

"This is my favorite Christmas song." You admit to him with a laugh. "It's so fucking cheesy I know."

He tries to hold back his snort, but it comes anyways and he's full on laughing. You push his shoulder and he raises his hands up in mock defeat.

"Hey, as far as Christmas music goes, I suppose Wham! is an acceptable choice." He wipes at his eyes.

He moves your legs from his lap and braces his hands on his knees to stand from his seat. Turning around, he stretches out a hand to you. "Dance with me?"

"You're serious?" you ask him with a raise of your eyebrow.

"If it's your favorite, then I guess it's my favorite now too." He's being sincere now.

Looking around and deciding the bar is empty enough to avoid any embarrassment, you stand up and take his hand. In a second you're  chest to chest swaying in time to George Michael's cheesy poppy voice.

You rest your head on his shoulder and drink the feel of him in. Warm, comforting, like home. Eyes closed, you listen to the music. It's impossible to peel the smile away from your lips. Your arms are draped around his shoulders like you're back at a middle school dance. His hands travel down to rest in the small of your back. This movement sends small tingles up your spine. You turn your head and gently brush your lips against his cheek, lingering there in the dim light.

"Hey." Jake says as the song ends and you pull away to look at him.

"Hey." You say back, looking into his eyes.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He asks, his hands still firm on your back.

You crane your head and kiss him in reply. Sweet and deep, but also with just a bit of urgency. A promise of things to come.

"Alright, let's go." He says, his eyes a little darker than you saw them last. He leads you away and into the elevator.

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Back at the hotel, he pushes the button for the elevator. "The top floor? We're all on 7."

"Just shush." He says smiling down at you mischievously

"You know better than anyone that that's physically impossible for me." You side eye him. "And anyway-"

Your lips are against his in a flash. It's like a dam inside him has finally broken and he's kissing you like the world has ended. You melt into his arms, no resistance left inside you. His tongue just brushes your bottom lip as the elevator slows and prepares to stop. He pulls away.

"The next time you want me to shut up, that'll do. Much less annoying." You say staring into his eyes, damning the elevator.

"Come on." He replies and grabs your hand.

Jake leads you down the hallway and slides a key card out of his pocket. In a flash, a door is open and you're standing in a hotel room much larger and prettier than yours. There's a king sized bed centered against the wall overlooking the entire city. Art covers the walls and a large white bathtub is snuggled in the corner next to a master bathroom with walls of glass. A true penthouse view, not dissimilar from the one at the bar. You glance to your left and spot a huge bouquet of white roses.

"What is all this Jake?" You're a little bit stunned.

He shuts the door and spins you around to face him. "Well, I figured if I was going to romance you I ought to do it right."

Jake's hands are on your hips and his eyes are dark and heavy lidded. You can't find the words to reply, letting the silence fill with the sound of your breathing. You reach up and slowly pull his hair down out of its tie, running your fingers through it and resting your hand at the nape of his neck. The other hand caresses his cheek, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone and traveling all the way down to gently brush his lower lip. His breath hitches a bit. That's all you need.

Your lips find his again. This kiss is again different than the others. This one tests nothing, asks no questions, and needs no confirmation. It's hot and heavy with a need you've been denying each other for months. The two of you are entwined, a whirl of hands and lips and tongues. Your thighs hit the edge of the mattress, but you have no recognition of moving closer to it. Jake lowers you down onto the bed, settling overtop of you. Pulling away for a moment, he takes a long deep breath. His eyes rake up and down your still clothed form. You smile at him, letting out a breathy laugh.

He catches your lips in another deep kiss and allows his hands to roam up and down your body. His fingertips leave no skin untouched. Your neck, your face, your shoulders, before he creeps up the hem of your shirt and caresses the warm skin of your stomach. Up up up, cupping your breast in his hand. The nipple pebbles in response through the thin fabric of your bra, begging to be touched. You feel his full weight against you and urge your hips up to meet him.

"This has got to go." His voice is low and husky as he tugs your shirt up and you quickly pull it off, tossing it aside. You allow your bra to join it on the floor without hesitation.

He drinks you in, your breasts heaving with the effort of your breath. Your nipples hard and alert. Clear evidence of your arousal. You can feel as he looks at you that the warmth and wetness between your legs is growing by the second. The anticipation. The waiting, the wanting, the needing.

Faces only inches apart, he tears his gaze from your body to your face. There is clear desperation swimming in his expression. "I need you." He says.

"I need you." Your reply breathily.

His eyes grow dark, pupils blown, “Say it again.”

His order throws you off and you hesitate.

“Say it. Again.” He repeats, lifting your chin with his index finger.

“I need you Jake.” Your voice is a whisper.

Still fully clothed, he pulls away. Deftly, his hands work the buttons of your jeans and you're nearly bare save for your underwear.

"Your turn." you gesture a hand at him, regaining some of your composure before he can move closer again. The corners of his mouth creep up into a grin. Before you can protest, his lips are exploring your body. He does however, make the effort to remove his jacket and shirt, tossing them haphazardly across the room.

"Look, you're already wet for me." He teases, gently brushing his fingers against the thin cotton between your thighs just as his mouth closes around your nipple. His tongue flicks, and you gasp which seems to amuse him.

"You know," he says, pausing to trail lips and tongue down the flat of your stomach "I've been dreaming," over the curve of your hip "of tasting you" the tops of your thighs "for months."

You look down at him kneeling at the edge of the bed. He holds your eyes as he kisses the creamy soft skin of your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to the apex. He allows his nose to brush the fabric of your panties and you feel your clit already begging for a release. This is absolutely torturous.

You’re barely aware of the sensation of the cotton fabric sliding down your legs, or the soft trace of his fingertips on your ankles. Not until his mouth fully closes around you do you come back into your body and the fullness of sensation. Your back arches and he presses you down into the bed with one hand while his tongue dances circles around your clit, working you into a frenzy.

Another order rings out suddenly, his lips momentarily abandoning you, your cunt begging for release. “Look at me.”

You obey, desperate for him to continue.

“I want to see you cum. See it in those beautiful eyes alright?” It’s more of an order than a question. You’re more than happy to oblige. Maybe the only instance since you’ve known him that you let yourself concede.

His fingers curl into you, invited in gladly. His eyes never leave yours as his tongue resumes its previous endeavor. You feel the warmth of your impending orgasm rising from your belly and spreading out into your limbs. His fingertips brush that sweet secret spot inside and linger there, moving faster and faster in time with his tongue.

“Jake, Jake, please..” your voice is strangled as you struggle to look at him, resisting the urge to throw your head back as the feeling surges toward you. His eyes remain, dark and deep and endlessly staring into you.

You know you can’t hold on any longer. “Please, oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes..”

You unravel on his lips, his tongue flicking and lapping as his fingers fuck you, hitting just the right spot to blur your vision and set you on fire. You cry out into the night as you ride the waves of this most intense pleasure.

“Mmm good girl.” He says, relieving his tongue but allowing his fingers to continue. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself oh so sweet on his lips.

“Who knew you could follow orders so well?” He says.

“Only for you Jakey.” You reply as playfully as you can muster through your gasping breaths.

He smirks, curling his fingers inside you just to watch your back arch.

“So meann.” You whine when he returns to his slow steady rhythm.

He chuckles deep in his chest and pecks your lips “I’ll show you mean if you want baby. It could be a very long night for you.”

You do not reply, but hope to yourself that it is a long night. A very, very long night indeed.

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Longest chapter so far guys. And our first real taste of spice. Thought it might be fun to make their first date a little Christmas Special while I was at it. Don’t worry though, this particular interaction isn’t over. I just wanted to make sure you had something good to chew on before the holiday. ;)

-E

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