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restless things - j.t.kiszka + original female character [part two]
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pairing: lord!jacob/maid!ofc words: 6k genre: angst, fluff, smut summary: esme, lady veronica’s lady in waiting, has a reputation amongst the staff of the kiszka manor. unknowing of her reputation and not caring about what position she holds in the house, Lord Jacob falls for her. warnings: detailed sexual activities, first times, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, implied assault, detailed violence (mutilation), verbal fighting, historical inaccuracies, some shitty latin, and shitty editing. let me know if i missed one <3
disclaimer: i do not know or own any of the people i write about. these are purely fictional characters inspired by the likings of real people. i am not a historian. i love history but i clearly will not get everything right. this work has no set time period but it is long before the present day. set in europe, and given the origin of the last name kiszka, imagine the siblings with a polish accent if you must.
a/n: this fic is heavily inspired by the works of joanna newsom, specifically the song only skin. take a listen as you read if you please…enjoy!
PART ONE
Esme stood by the pond, her nerves eating at her breath. She swayed back and forth, her mind running like a stampede of horses. The sound of rustling leaves pulled her down from her figurative ledge, causing her to turn around. “My Lord-” “Is it true?” Esme felt her breath leave her lungs as her eyes followed the man storming towards her. His voice was brash and angry. Her heart pounded against her ribs. “My Lord-” “Stop!” He growled as he came to her, grabbing her arms. Despite his harsh demeanor, his touch was never less than gentle with her. “Tell me, girl! Is it true?” A wail left her chest as she all but crumbled. If Jacob were not holding her up, she would’ve fallen to her knees. Jacob’s jaw tensed and he breathed deeply. “So it is true,” he stated, looking down at the shattering woman in his grasp. “You tell me you love me and then you betray me. Before I have even had you!” “P-please, sir! I feared my life ruined!” “I told you I would not let a person touch your life and you fuck another man! You said you loved me and no one else! Were there others?” Jacob’s voice was strained, growing quieter. Esme nodded silently, eyes glued to the ground. “Tell me, ever my brothers?” “N-no, Lord, never!” His voice now weak, he spoke again just above a whisper as a tear fell from his dark eyes. “Why would you say I was the only one?” “Please, My Lord,” Esme wept, “it is only skin! It did not mean anything to me!” “It is only skin?” Jacob laughed incredulously, “then cut your knees on the rocks! It is only skin!” His tone was snide as he released her arms, her weak legs collapsing into the rocks and dirt. Esme sat at his feet, crying out of sadness and now, pain. Jacob began to walk away, leaving her in the mud. “He swore he would not ruin us if I did it one last time!” Her cry was strangled as she sobbed into her hands. Jacob stopped, turning around and looking at her. “He told you to do it?” Esme nodded into her palms, tears slipping through her fingers. “He demanded it! He threatened to tell the whole house!” She hiccupped. “He always is so demanding! I never wish to do it but I am always left with no choice! They would ruin me! I would have nowhere to go, I’d be as good as dead!”
Jacob silently sank to his knees in front of her. He pulled her to his chest as she continued to weep. Gently, he made her look at him. Jacob moved a firm hand to her cheek, the other arm wrapped around her tightly as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their tears slipped together, running down the back of Jacob’s hand and Esme gripped his cloak tightly in her small hands. As Jacob pulled back from the embrace, he held her head in both hands, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “My love,” he whispered against her face before standing and quickly running towards the gardens. Esme saw his hand move to his waist, a dagger concealed on his hip. Her heart sank to her stomach, but she was unable to move for what felt like hours.
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As Esme finally made her way back to the house, she heard no sign of Jacob anywhere near. She rushed to Veronica’s room, where the Lady had promised to be all day in case her maid needed her. She entered the bed chamber, the large door echoing as it shut behind her as she leaned against it. Veronica rose from the bench at the foot of her bed, discarding the small journal in her hand. “Can you breathe?!” Esme’s heaving body crumbled again, her knees in pain from the amount of time she’d spent on them in the last hours between her whorish activity, her prayers, her weeping, and her pleading in the gardens. She could not cry anymore, her body in shock. “Jacob…Jacob he-” “Was he angry?” Veronica kneeled in front of her, smoothing Esme’s hair kindly. “Timothy- he told…he told Jacob what he forced me to do…he made me out a whore! I feared the Lord…but I told him my truths…and his anger with Timothy much exceeds his anger with me, Lady Veronica,” Esme looked at the Lady with wide sea glass colored eyes. “As he left the pond, I saw him-” she couldn’t bring herself to speak her fears. Veronica grabbed Esme’s hands urgently, “he what, Esme?” Esme swallowed hard, her voice wavering, “he reached for the dagger on his hip…I fear his anger making him foolish.” Veronica sprung to her feet quickly, leaving Esme on her knees yet again. “Stay here, I am going to find Joshua and Samuel and hopefully Jacob before he ruin life for all of us.”
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“Brothers!” Veronica called out to Joshua and Samuel who sat in the great room, pipes in their mouths as they silently smoked. The two turned at the sound of her voice, noticing her distress. “Veronica, what’s the matter, sister?” Joshua asked, pulling the pipe from his lips and standing alert. Veronica took a deep breath, labored from running around the house searching for the two. “Have you seen Jacob? Or even your attendant, Timothy?” She spat the latter name with disgust. Joshua’s brow furrowed in confusion, stepping towards his worried sister. “Nay, not in a few hours.” Samuel watched intently but quietly, now at the edge of his seat as Veronica took another deep inhale before speaking. “I cannot tell the story now, but that Timothy’s done something disgusting and I fear Jacob may be taking matters into his own hands. We must find him before our brother has a man's blood on his hands.” Samuel stood and looked at Joshua, they both looked at their sister and nodded before the three took off to further the hunt for their brother and the scoundrel.
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“So you take liberties with every lady's honor or just hers?” Jacob growled, the blade of his shining dagger at Timothy’s throat. He straddled the taller man, knees on his shoulders, in the dining hall. His brothers nor Esme’s were nowhere to be seen, Jacob saw this in his favor. Timothy grunted, swallowing thickly, the sharp edge pressing against his throat. “Just that whore. She’s pretty eager for it, too!” The man’s smug demeanor didn’t waver, and his crude words earned him spit in the face from the Lord. “I should kill you for what you’ve done!” “Don’t!” Veronica’s strained scream curdled throughout the room, causing Jacob to look up at the door, his three siblings staring him down. “Brother, don’t you kill him!” Jacob kept his position, dagger at the throat and knees digging in his shoulders. He grunted, pressing his knees down harder, causing Timothy to cry out. “Don’t you know what this disgusting rat has done to your maid, sister?” “Aye, but don’t you long to be with her?” Joshua and Samuel exchanged a glance, the entanglement news to them. Jacob’s eyes softened at his sister’s words before he regained his demeanor, looking down at the writhing man beneath his blade. “I ought not kill you, but you’ll still be marked for the evil you’ve done, worthless bastard!” The Lord’s words dripped with venom, sweat dripping from his forehead into the man’s eye, causing him to wince again. Jacob looked at Samuel and Joshua, “you two, hold this pig down while I punish him! Sister, turn your eyes. I don’t want to dishonor a lady with such violence.” Silently, the brother’s nodded, making their way to the scene and following their brother’s orders, Samuel kneeling on the man’s knees and Joshua taking Jacob’s place on the shoulders as the Lord stood. Veronica stood paralyzed in the doorway. “I said look away!” Jacob shouted, as he kneeled next to Timothy’s side. Veronica reluctantly turned away, opting to back out the door all together, seeking refuge on the other side, still able to listen in on the torture. Jacob watched her out the door, assuring she obeyed before looking at Timothy again, a wicked smirk growing on his face. “Your punishment, you devil!” Jacob ripped the coat and shirts of the man up, revealing his lower abdomen. He teasingly traced his blade over the skin. “L-Lord Joshua!” Timothy’s voice was strained and fearful now as he looked up at his own Lord, tears brimming his eyes. “You’re going to let him punish me?! Without knowing his reason?!” Joshua shrugged, applying more pressure with his knees. “My brother is not unreasonable, I trust him more than anyone in this entire country. This entire world.” “Be still and quiet, hedge-born!” Samuel spat as Timothy squirmed beneath the men. Jacob continued tracing his blade across the hairy skin of the man’s abdomen, thinking deeply. “After I’m done with you, you should know better than to ever let me see your disgusting face again. And any woman who’s cursed with your presence will see what an embarrassment you are!”
The wailing was ear shattering as the dagger carved the skin above Timothy’s groin. And when Jacob was done, he stood up and admired his work. The word, “scum,” carved just deep enough to leave scars in his belly. Jacob wiped the blood on his knee, cleaning the blade before returning it to its sleeve on his hip. “Let him up,” Jacob said, voice bland and emotionless. His brother’s obliged, standing and looking at the bloodied belly of their once trusted servant. Timothy writhed in pain, convulsing on the ground. “Get up, dammit!” Jacob howled at him, his anger unwavering as he reached down, pulling Timothy to his feet by his shirt. “Leave this place, at once, and hide your worthless self forever!” Timothy shook in front of him, pale as a sheet, beads of sweat pouring down his face. “I-I will tell everyone…w-what you did to me…” Jacob kept his tight grip on his shirts as his eyes flooded with rage. “Shall I cut your tongue out, as well?” Timothy shook his head pathetically, breathing heavily. Jacob released his shirt, tossing him to crumble on the ground. He turned to leave, looking at Joshua, “see him out. Take him somewhere. Anywhere. Do what you must, just never let me see this wretch again.” Jacob turned to Samuel, “you. Make sure nobody sees them.”
As Jacob left the dining hall, he stopped just outside the door, a stoic Veronica leaning against one door. “Where is she?” His voice was calm. “My bedchamber.” “I wish to see her,” he cleared his throat. “Escort her to my bedchamber. Discreetly.” Veronica nodded, the siblings going their separate ways down the echoing halls.
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Esme and Veronica hurried through the maze of halls and doors towards Jacob’s bedchamber, Esme tailing slightly behind her Lady. “His bedchamber?” Esme whispered, panicked. “‘Tis what he asked,” Veronica replied, stopping at the large wooden door of her brother’s room. Her knuckles wrapped against the ebony door and she turned around, looking at Esme. “I have a feeling he won’t be wanting to see me. So this is where I take my leave of you for now.” Before Esme could respond, Veronica was disappearing behind a tapestry, back down a servants hall.
The large door opened slightly revealing Jacob, his once white shirt stained with blood and untucked from his trousers. His hair was a mess around his face, falling over his shoulders. He stretched out a hand, grabbing Esme by the wrist and pulling her through the door, closing it quietly behind her. Esme looked him up and down, mouth agape at the blood stains. “W-what have you done, my Lord?” “Don’t call me that,” his voice was flat, his jaw tensing. He looked down at his shirt and sighed. “The punishment was not as bad as it looks. He lives, but he does not live here.” Esme reached a shaking hand up, cupping Jacob’s damp face. “I feared you did not love me anymore.” Jacob’s eyes softened as he placed his hand over hers, stepping closer to her. “My dear, it will be a cold day in the fiery pits of hell if I ever stop loving you.” “Are you not angry with me? Another man…men have had me…” Esme looked straight ahead at his chest, unable to look him in the eye. The Lord brought a hand under her chin, tilting her face towards his own. “But no other man has loved you.”
And then, their lips were pressed together in a fury they’d never felt before, Jacob’s strong arms wrapping around the short woman, fully embracing her. Esme’s hands gripped the blood stained frills of his shirt as they tried to be as close as possible. Jacob pulled back first, looking at Esme with a gaze she’d never seen before. It was dark but gentle, it was gentle but lustful. The warm color of his eyes caused her heart to nearly leap from her throat like a frog. “Do you love me?” Esme looked up at him through her lashes, cheeks warm. She swallowed thickly. “I love you truly,” she tucked a strand of his long locks behind his ear, letting her hand rest there for a moment. “I love you truly, or I love no-one.” The fury returned, their bodies warm and eager to move towards the large bed. Esme’s small hands pulled at the tie of his shirt, ready to rid him of the once-white garment. Their lips parted for a moment to allow her to remove the shirt, discarding it to the floor. His chest was tan and warm, slightly toned and mildly scarred, both from his sword training. She traced a soft finger over a scar before returning her lips to his. The Lord moved his lips from hers to her jaw, causing the girl to mewl beneath his touch. His hands came up to the bodice of her dress, pulling the neatly tied bow til it was no more. His kisses trailed down her neck to her collarbones, tongue teasing the skin. Jacob’s lips moved back to hers, cherishing them for a moment before pulling back and looking at her. “May I have you, my hertis rote?” Esme’s cheeks burned as she nodded, “yes, you may, my Lord.”
Jacob’s fingers continued with the unlacing of her dress, the corset falling open as the string was let loose. Soon, she was left to nothing but her undershirt, the long white fabric falling just at her knee. Jacob sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her breasts through the thin fabric. His large hand reached to her shoulder, pushing the garment off the pointed bone. And as it fell to the ground, Jacob’s hands moved slowly to her breasts. Esme sighed at the touch, whimpering. “M-My Lord…” Her head fell back, allowing him clear access to her neck and chest as he peppered warm kisses from the column of her throat down to the dip of her breasts. In the midst of her pleasure, her shaking hands moved for his trousers but a large hand grasped both wrists, stilling her movement. “Abate, my sweetling,” Jacob’s low voice vibrated against her blushing chest. “Do you not want me to please you, my Lord?” He looked at her through a thick fan of dark lashes. “Aye, but I want to please you first.” Before Esme knew it, he took her weedy frame into his arms, gently laying her atop the large bed. “Crawl up, let me feast my eyes on you.” Esme obliged, shifting to lay against the mountain of pillows on the lavish bed. Her bruised and bloodied knees bashfully knocked together and her arms crossed across her chest. Jacob’s eyes raked over her body, eyes softening at the stained skin of her knees. He crawled on the bed, gently grabbing her by the ankle and kissing up the delicate skin to the scrapes and bruises at her knees. “Your knees,” he sighed quietly, pressing lingering, sweet kisses to each knee. “My dear, please forgive me.” “I forgave you when I fell in love with you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jacob moved with a new passion, kisses scattered along the insides of her thighs before reaching her core. He stopped just short of her, looking up at Esme with soft, longing eyes. “I’ve never done this,” he confessed. Esme’s body flushed red, “me either.” Jacob’s expression changed momentarily, realizing the meaning. She’d been used for her pretty face but never been appreciated, loved the way she ought to. He kissed the valley where her thigh met her heat before bringing a steady, calloused hand to her. He carefully, slowly spread her apart, admiring the dampness amongst her forest. She shuddered at the contact, hips involuntarily jerking. “I’ve hardly touched you, darling.” “I know,” she sighed, eyes closed, “I desperately need you, my Lord.” He was never fond of the title, he’d made that clear to her several times. Yet, she continued to use it out of habit. And this time, it fueled him.
Tongue darting out for an experimental taste, Jacob watched intently as Esme moaned beneath him. He tried again with a new found confidence, running his tongue up and down through her folds, eager to discover every part of her. Esme’s hips bucked again, reveling in the feeling of his mouth against her weakest part. “M-My Lord,” her voice was a cross of a shriek and a whine as her thin fingers laced through Jacob’s long locks which fell delicately against her thighs and belly. The man pulled away just enough to look at her and speak. “Yes, amica mea? Are you in need?” Esme nodded wordlessly, head falling back against the pillows. Her fingers twisted in his hair, pushing him towards her throbbing center. Jacob obliged her, continuing his passions with his lips and tongues. He moved a gentle hand towards her, pressing the tip of a single finger inside her. She hissed at the feeling but quickly writhed against it. “Sir,” she sighed, “I must have you!” He continued, working his digit in and out of her, tongue still adoring her clit. He carefully added another finger, pulling moans from his lover with great affection. Before either of them could comprehend the matters at hand, she was unraveling around his fingers, against his mouth, a cream-like substance coating his digits. He removed his fingers with care and precision, slowly raising from her mound to look at the evidence of her arousal on his hand.
“Are you okay?” Jacob asked, looking up at Esme, his hand still wet with her. She nodded, breathless, her eyes barely opened. “I’m in heaven, my Lord.” She sat up, cupping his face and pulling him into a deep kiss. She pulled away and looked at his hand then back to him. She held an ornery grin, “does it taste good, Sir?” “Are you curious enough to try yourself?” The Lord smirked, holding his hand up towards her face. Matching his smirk, she grabbed him by the wrist, pulling the fingers to her lips and licking away her arousal. They both moaned at the sensation. “I need you,” he said simply, pulling his fingers from her mouth and grabbing her by the nape of her neck, pulling her into a fiery osculate. The maid’s hands grabbed at the Lord’s trousers, making quick work to rid him of the fabric. He parted from her, standing to disregard his final piece of clothing. Esme sat on her knees on the bed, looking Jacob up and down in hunger and anxiety. He was unlike any man she’d seen before and it thrilled her. As Jacob crawled back into the bed, she lightly took his length into her small hands. She did what she knew to do all too well, pumping and twisting with expertise. She shifted to take him in her lips but he stilled her, taking a loving handful of her chestnut hair and gently pulling her face towards his own. “Not now,” his voice was nearly a growl, “when I say I need you, I mean I need to love you. Not use you like the others.” Her heart pounded at his words. How he could love her after knowing her darkest sins astounded her, but yet he did. And he wanted her. All of her.
Jacob laid Esme back against the pillows, assuring her comfort repeatedly as he pushed between her thighs. He leaned above her, propped on one elbow as his other hand gripped his cock, pointed at her honeypot. His breath brushed her face, her eyes gazing into his with anticipation and want. “Do not let me hurt you,” he whispered, the tip just at the entrance, emitting a moan from both of them. She simply nodded, bottom lip between her teeth. And he pushed in, connecting them with new meaning. Esme gasped, eyes closing at the sharp feeling. Jacob stilled, moving a hand to soothe her face and hush her sweetly. The room was quiet, save for the soft sounds of Esme’s whimpers, occasionally accompanied by a whimper from Jacob. After a few moments, Esme looked at Jacob with longing eyes. “Please,” she said softly, walls throbbing around his cock. Jacob carefully withdrew nearly completely then pushed in again, letting out a torturous moan at the sensation. His pace was slow and steady, and he watched as Esme’s face began to contort from mild pain into growing pleasure. “You’re so beautiful,” he grunted, leaning to pepper open mouthed kisses across her neck. “My love.” “J-Jacob,” Esme’s voice was hoarse and breathless altogether. A single hand gripped and tugged at the Lord’s precious hair, the other grabbing at his sweat-glistened back for dear life. “My Lord…” “Christ,” Jacob muttered, pace picking up. “I-I need you.” Esme couldn’t formulate words, completely overwhelmed at the sensation of their skin touching, their bodies meshing, their souls completely intertwining. Her muscles squeezed and released repeatedly, causing Jacob’s hips to sputter. “Esme, I-God!” Jacob nearly growled, crashing his lips to hers as he spasmed inside her, filling her to the brim with his own pleasure. She writhed beneath him at the feeling, a warm glow radiating within her belly. He stilled inside her, nearly collapsing on top of her.
“Are…are you well, my Lord?” Esme breathed heavily, walls still clenching around him. Jacob laughed breathlessly, slowly pulling out and rolling off of her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “I’ve told you not to call me that,” he pressed a warm kiss to her forehead, “but I must say...I don’t know why it made me have such a strong cockstand when you said it with my tongue inside of you.” Esme flushed bright red, “I-I…” “Do not be shy now, lover,” Jacob snickered, squeezing his arms around her. “We are bound now, you mustn’t be shy with me.”
They laid together a few moments more before Esme sat up, a new panic in her chest. “A-am I truly a whore now?!” Her voice was quiet and anxious as she pulled the sheet to her bosom, staring blankly ahead at the elaborate bedchamber. “A what?” Jacob sat up quickly, a gentle hand on her bare back. “Do not speak of yourself that way! I demand it!” “W-what will become of me?” Esme’s voice was weak as tears sprang to her eyes. “Esme,” Jacob’s voice was calm and stern, commanding her attention. “Nothing bad will become of you, I refuse to let it happen. I will guard you and your honor with my life.” Esme turned, looking into his eyes, the raw emotions shared between them so heavy in their stares. “I have no honor, according to God.” “God is not here right now,” Jacob said in jest, “worry not what he thinks.” Esme’s face sank into an unamused frown and Jacob sighed, wrapping his arms around her once more. “Please do not worry your pretty head with such dull thoughts. Remember, I love you.” Esme sighed as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, the tender touch soothing the tight panic in her chest. “I love you, my Lord.” He growled, playfully sinking his teeth into her soft skin, “now, what did I say?”
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“Morning, my Lady,” Esme greeted Veronica as she entered the bedchamber, her hair neatly braided down her back and dressed in her favorite dress. Veronica grinned at the sight. “Blessed morning, Esme. My, you look lively,” Veronica teased. Esme blushed, shushing the Lady as she began to dress her. “I slept all night.” “I’m sure you were quite exhausted and needed the rest,” the Lady giggled, watching Esme’s face flush in the mirror. “I trust that my brother apologized to you for your distress?” Esme nodded, “profusely.” “Good, I’d have his throat slit if he hadn’t.” “And how is my brother? I feel I rarely see him except in passing when you leave the gardens.” It was Veronica’s turn to blush, “he is fantastic. He speaks fondly of what it is between you and Jacob.” “That makes me happy,” Esme said simply, continuing her work, smiling proudly to herself.
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Esme had expected to see more of her lover that day, even just in passing. But she was disappointed. She sat in the drawing room with Veronica, listening as her Lady practiced the harp when the angelic sound was suddenly disrupted by Esme’s brother, James, entering rather informally. “My Lady, Esme,” he was almost breathless, “have you seen Lord Jacob?” Esme stood up quickly, brow furrowed at her brother’s question as Veronica began to speak. “Not since yesterday.” The taller man groaned, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I’m afraid I haven’t either. I have scoured this house high and low searching for him. Your parents, they are returning next week. They did not say why in their letter but I fear what may happen if they caught wind of the maiming.” Maiming? Jacob had not shared in detail what had happened between him and Timothy, she figured they had sparred with fists, she never thought he’d maim him. In hindsight, that may have been foolish on Esme’s part. She’d seen him in a rage before. Veronica stood, crossing to James and taking his worried hand into her own. “If we see him, we will send him to you.” Esme looked away as the Lady caressed her brother’s face. “Sister,” James said, calling Esme to look at him. She turned facing him, Veronica embracing him from the side, a clear look of concern on the Lady’s face. “You keep away from this nonsense. Timothy, he is gone. But I have no doubts he made attempts to spread word before he left. Keep away from the kitchen, stay by Veronica’s side. Don’t make yourself available alone till it is time to sleep, do you understand?” Esme nodded at her brother’s commands. “Yes, brother.” James chastely kissed Veronica’s forehead. “I’m going to return to my search. Ladies.”
As James left, Veronica turned to Esme, an unreadable look on her face. “If that wretch Timothy makes life here any more dismal, I’ve half the mind to jump from the tower.” “Do you think he’s spread word about Jacob?” “No doubt, he at least told one of those gossiping kitchen maids. Who knows what he’s told them but Jacob is smart to hide, wherever he is. He can’t have gone far. James is right. You stay with me for now till bed tonight.” Esme nodded, swallowing hard, the feeling that life as she knew it was about to change drastically. And who knew if it was for the better.
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It was the dark hours of the early morning, just past midnight, and Esme could hardly sleep. The moon shined through her window and it seemed like it illuminated all her worries. She laid restless, heart skipping every beat as she worried about Jacob. And herself. She knew if Jacob was in any trouble, the trouble would follow her quickly. Suddenly, the creaking noise of her door startled her. It was as if she’d seen a ghost, déjà vu coming over her. “Jacob?” Esme sat up, rubbing her eyes at the sight of the Lord in her doorway. “Shh! Shh,” Jacob hushed her, rushing to her bedside. “Where have you been?!” Her voice was quiet but strained. Jacob kneeled beside her, reaching a gentle hand to stroke her long hair from her face. “Jacob, where have you been?!” “That rodent, he told the kitchen maids I harmed him unprovoked. And they’re gossiping women, that I’m certain of. My parents are returning in a week's time and I figure it is in my best interest to disappear for a little while till the dust has settled around my name and I can come up with a good reason to give my parents that wouldn’t put you at risk,” Jacob spoke quickly, his dark eyes catching in the moonlight. His hair was undone and his clothes were not his usual rich colors. Instead, he wore a black ensemble, completed with a hooded black cloak. “But-” “But?” Jacob took a deep breath, pressing his forehead to Esme’s. “But I cannot leave you. I tried but I failed. I cannot bear to leave you, even momentarily.” “My Lord-” “Please, Esme. Please, come with me. I need to leave but I cannot do it without you.” Esme gulped, her blue eyes swirling with emotion. “Where will we go?” “Do not worry about that,” he assured her. “My brother’s have helped me arrange a cottage in the countryside. We will be safe there. And most importantly, that worthless Timothy cannot harm you.” “Lady Veronica-” “Will be just fine. She knows. She understands. Please, Esme,” his voice was weak and it wore on Esme’s soul. She didn’t take much convincing. She crashed her lips to his in desperation before nodding. “I will go.” Jacob grinned gratefully, kissing her once more before standing. “Quickly, dress. And bring a change or two.”
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Jacob quietly led Esme out of the back of the house towards the stables and the gardens. He retrieved his horse, a stark white horse of Arabian breed. He shushed the large animal, saddling up and stashing their belongings in a satchel. He turned to Esme.
“Before we leave, I have something to ask of you.”
So then, they stood by the pond, secluded in the trees and vines, the moon starting to fade into a morning sky. Esme’s hands shook as Jacob placed a sheathed dagger in her palms. “I’m not asking you to kill me, Esme,” Jacob laughed lightly. “My Lord-” “We are past the pleasantries, my love,” Jacob said, now kneeling with his back to her. “Gather it in a fist and pull the dagger through.” “I do not understand why you want me to do this,” Esme whispered, running a shaking hand through her lover’s long hair. “It’s so beautiful.” “There will be talk of us leaving. And not to sound cruel, but the people, they do not know what you look like. But they will be looking for me. Now, Esme. Do it.” Esme shakily unsheathed the weapon, gasping at the dried blood still decorating the blade. “Jacob,” her voice was quiet, choked. Jacob turned slightly, eyes softening at the sight before him. She stared at the blood on the dagger. “Esme, darling. Do not think of it. I didn’t kill him. I swear.” “Just maimed him.” Jacob nodded curtly. “Aye, I did. But it was to protect you. Please understand.” Esme took a deep breath, nodding. “I-I understand.”
Jacob turned back around, shoulders straight. And Esme reached out, gathering the long locks into a fist. She positioned the dagger behind the hair, at the place where his neck met his shoulders, and began sawing away at something she held so dear. When it was finished, she dropped everything, the trimmings falling in a pile and the dagger hitting the grass with a thud. Jacob turned around on his knees still, looking up at his lady. He moved closer, moving his hands under her skirts to rest on the back of her stocking covered calves. She reached a still shaking hand out, brushing it through his now shorter hair. “I love you truly,” Jacob whispered, gazing at her with sparkling brown eyes. “I love you,” Esme whispered in reply, cupping his jaw. His hands lifted her skirt more, revealing her skin to the cool air of the night. She gasped at the breeze, then at the feeling of Jacob pressing kisses up her legs. “Ja-Jacob,” she whimpered. “We need to leave! What are you doing?!” “I can be quick, my heart. I need you,” he murmured against her thigh, her skirts now gathered around her waist. “Let me make you cry out, my bride.” Esme whimpered again, taking her skirts into her hands. The final word on his lips was not lost on her, but in her arousal, she couldn’t find the words to acknowledge it. “Y-yes,” she breathed, Jacob’s mouth now against her bare heat. He moaned against her, tongue licking at her clitoris. “But we do not have time for this. Take me, please. Quickly.” Jacob laid Esme down in the grass, the pile of hair and the dagger beside them. Esme held her skirts up around her waist as Jacob quickly pulled his trousers down enough to reveal himself to her. He was already at full cockstand, pumping the girthy thing in his fist a few times before positioning himself between her spread legs. He slowly pushed in, both groaning at the friction. Esme winced momentarily before reaching her hands up to his neck, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him towards her. “Hurry.” Jacob bucked inside of her with an unchallengeable passion, her walls contracting around him. And it didn’t take long with her panting in his ear, begging for more, for Jacob’s thrusts to become stuttered and less fluid before he stilled at the hilt inside of her, spilling into her. Esme gasped sharply as he withdrew from her, gasping at the feeling of him dripping out of her. Jacob watched intently, reaching out two calloused fingertips and pumping the substance back into her drenched core. She involuntarily squeezed around his fingers, emitting a strangled moan. “You are so beautiful,” he rasped, kissing her bent knee as he pulled the fingers out, moving the wipe them in the grass but Esme stopped him. She leaned forward, grabbing him by the wrist and pulled the fingers, covered in both her and him, to her mouth. She sucked them clean, swallowing hard as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Jacob simply huffed in disbelief. “You, my woman, you are beyond my wildest dreams.” Esme blushed as his fingers pulled out of her flushed lips. “I wish we could roll here all day, and I’d give you green dress after another, but we must go now. The sun will be rising soon.”
So they saddled the horse, Esme’s back pressed flush against Jacob’s chest, and they began their trek to the countryside. And despite their rushed leave, fleeing Jacob’s sins as well as her own, Esme could not help the grin that spread across her face as she recounted the events of the morning. She did not feel the shame she had the last time. In the pocket of her cloak, she brushed her thumb over a small lock of Jacob’s hair, smiling to herself as she remembered his words.
“My bride…” - -
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Say No To This- JTK
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note: in honor of me finally picking a lane I present: a spicy fic ahaha. I'm still learning and improving my spicy fic writing so don't be mean to me. anyway REQUESTS OPEN
warnings: smutty, cheating, cursing, reader goes fucking crazy
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Did she feel bad? Of course she did. It was dirty, and disgusting, and a thousand other kinds of wrong and stupid. But to her, it was like a drug. Jacob Thomas Kiszka was a drug. He was intoxicating from the first time she had ever laid eyes on him. His band had been playing the Greek Theater, and your friends had begged you to go. The overall sound of the band was intoxicating from the pounding of the drums to the sweet voice that filled your ears to the magnificent art of the piano player. But what really seemed to take over her 5 senses was the guitar player.
Y/N had taken over Jake too. Her confidence is what stood out to him as he watched her in the bar that night. The way she could get a guy to buy her a drink with a simple look, to the way she could clear a path and drag some poor soul to the dance floor. Jake knew he shouldn’t have gotten jealous and possessive over a woman he didn’t even know, but there was something in the way her hips were swaying and grinding on the stranger that made Jake flood with anger. He pushed off his seat and made his way over to her, the flashing lights and loud music almost disorienting as he got to her and pushed the sorry sucker out of the way.
“That wasn’t nice,” She said to him, as Jake’s rough hands took over from where the strangers had been.
“Don’t give a fuck,” Jake said, his hot breath fanning over her neck, “You’re mine.”
“But am I?” Y/N asked innocently, taking her left hand and running it over Jake’s. Jake glanced down at her hand and smirked. He knew there was something about her and this explained it.
“Left the husband at home?”
“He’s banging the intern,”
“Even better,” Jake smirked and placed a chaste kiss on her neck, “You catch them?”
“Panties in his pocket that weren’t mine,”
“God, what a child,” Jake said and pressed against her ass. She giggled at the feeling of his hard-on. Jake’s hands wandered down her body to her thighs, which were exposed from her short skirt. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and gripped the back of his neck, bringing his head down to hers. Their lips connected in a hot fit of passion. Her hands tangling in his hair, their teeth clashing, and his hands running up the inside of her thigh. His hand felt hot as it moved ever so slowly towards the place where she wanted him the most. Jake could hear the small whimpers leaving her mouth, her hips trying to get a bit of friction and relief from his hand.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Please,” Y/N sighed and Jake smirked.
That night was the night that did it. Sealed the deal for Jake and Y/N. Their sneaking around got insistent. Y/N spent more time going home to Jake than she did to her own husband. She didn’t dare to bring Jake to her own house, it really wasn’t even her house, it was her husband’s house. She felt less guilty about rolling around in Jake’s bed than the one she shared with her husband every night.
Y/N also pretended like things were still normal between her and her husband. She woke up every morning at 6 with him to go to the gym, and then helped him cook breakfast when they got done. She always packed him his lunch and laid out his clothes while he took a shower. She kissed his lips goodbye and told him she loved him. It was the second his white Porsche was out of the driveway, she was texting Jake how much she missed him.
“What’s got you looking at your phone all funny?” Josh asked his twin.
“Oh nothing,” Jake shrugged, responding back to the dirty message Y/N had sent him.
“This got something to do with the trophy wife you’ve been banging?” Jake looked at his twin with wide eyes, how the fuck did he know about Y/N?, “You aren’t as secretive as you think you are. But do you even know who her husband is?”
“Some prick who’s banging the intern,” Jake shrugged.
“How about the exec of the fucking label that fucking owns us,” Josh said pointing to the man in the expensive suit that was shaking hands with Danny and Sam.
“You’re fucking joking,” Jake said, “How do you know?”
“I did some digging once you said her name,” Josh said, “Y/N L/N is also Y/N King, she’s married to that prick,”
Jake scoffed and clenched his jaw. He had fallen in love with forbidden fruit. For the one thing he actually couldn’t have. Josh elbowed his twin and made him stand up to greet Eli King, the head exec for Lava Records. Jake played nice, well as nice as he could with the thoughts of his boss’s wife down on her knees sucking him off just days before in the very studio he owns. Josh introduced himself to Eli, explaining what he does in the band and what they were working on.
“And you must be Jake,” Eli said, “I love the work you’ve been doing,”
“Thanks man,” Jake said shaking his hand, “Means a lot,”
“My wife has been nonstop talking about you guys. She’s a big fan,”
“So am I,” Jake slipped out and Josh elbowed him in the ribs, “I mean we are fans of your wife cause she’s a fan of us. . . we’re fans of anyone who is fans of- how about I play you this solo I’ve been working on,”
“I’d like to hear it,” Eli said and Jake nodded, walking into the booth. Josh cursed his brother out in his head and watched his interaction with Eli. Jake tried pushing the thoughts of Y/N out of his head as he played his solo for her husband, but he couldn’t. He knew that he couldn’t say no to her, she was his weakness. And clearly Eli didn’t care enough either. Jake had noticed the dark purple mark on his neck, his shirt was mismatched buttoned, and that his wedding ring wasn’t on his hand. Jake knew Y/N and knew that she wouldn’t let her husband walk out of the house looking a mess. It seemed like hours until Eli left, but not before inviting the band to his house for his wife’s birthday party.
“She’d love to have you all there,” Eli smirked, “She’s kind of an attention whore like that.”
“We’ll be there,” Jake said giving him fake smile.
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When Jake got home from the studio that day, he wasn’t surprised seeing the blacked out mustang in his driveway. He rolled his eyes and opened the door, seeing the trail of clothes in his hallway. He knew where she was and her current state on undress, she had sent him pictures of her stark naked against his white sheets. Jake decided to prolong her waiting, knowing that she could hear him walking into the house.
Jake whistled as he walked to the kitchen and chuckled seeing an empty wine glass on the counter, remanites of red wine in it and red lipstick on the top. Jake was thinking in his head on how he planned on confronting her about not telling him about her husband’s job occupation. He thought to himself, there was no way she didn’t know they were signed to his label. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey off his shelf, and then walked up the stairs to the bedroom.
His eyes about fell out of his head at the sight. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her fingers buried deep within in her, moans and gasps leaving her pink lips. Jake smirked and leaned against the door frame, watching her. She was mesmerizing, the way her hips bucked and she thrashed with pleasure.
“You gonna watch me, or help me?” Y/N asked and Jake shook his head, crossing the treshold.
“You’re in trouble,” Jake said pointing at her, “When were you gonna tell me the scum bag cheating husband owned our record label?”
“You never asked what he did,” Y/N shrugged, using her other hand to rub circles on her clit.
“Stop,”
“Make me,”
Jake set his bottle down, and climbed on the bed, taking her hands away from her dripping core. She let out a wine and Jake chuckled, “You were sending me dirty texts and pictures while I had to lie to your husband about knowing you. I probably know you better than him. Tell me sweetheart, when was the last time you let him fuck you?”
“How long you been fucking me?”
Jake smirked, “Seems like I got everything. My girl, my pussy,”
Jake’s rough hand slowly made it’s way up her thighs, the roughness of his fingers made her moan. The pad of his finger grazed her clit lightly, making her jump. Jake gently pushed his finger into her wet core, making them both moan at the feeling.
“More, Jake, please,” Y/N moaned as Jake added another finger into her. He slowly moved them in and out, curling them to reach her g-spot, “Fuck me, Jake. Make me feel good, make me yours,”
Jake pulled away and undid his pants. Y/N knelt on her knees and undid the rest of his buttons on his shirt, and pushed it off his shoulders. The sparkle of the diamond ring on her hand always caught his attention. She never took it off, and it was a constant reminder that she wasn’t really his. Jake felt guilty whenever he felt the cool metal against his body. He wondered why she didn’t take her ring off like her husband did. Jake pushed her back down on the bed, and then grabbed her ankles, pulling her down to the edge. Y/N let out a giggle and Jake opened her legs by pushing her knees down. He let out a hot breath against her pussy that made her jump, before spiting on it for added lubrication. Jake pumped himself a couple times, before pushing his head through her folds.
“Jesus fuck,” Y/N moaned out, her back arching, as Jake leaned down and kissed her, pushing his lips flushed with her pelvis. Jake looked down at her perfect features, feeling her hands run over her shoulders, “You gonna stare at me, or fuck me?”
“You need to shut up,” Jake said and started moving his hips at a bruising pace. Y/N’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as all coherent thoughts left her mind. Jake’s lips found her neck, kissing and sucking, for sure leaving behind marks. Her manicured nails dug their way into his back, leaving red angry scratch marks behind.
All the anger that had built up over the day, having to listen to Eli talk about Y/N like she was his most prized possession drove Jake crazy. He wanted so badly to shut him up and show him the pictures or the videos of his wife in his bed. Jake took his left hand, and wrapped it around Y/N’s throat, squeezing the sides of it.
“Yeah, you like that?” Jake asked, and felt her clench around his dick, “I know you do. You like being choked,” Jake pulled out and quickly turned her over to her stomach. Y/N groaned at the loss of him from inside her, but let out a yelp as he smacked her ass, and slid back inside her.
Jake was relentless, his hips slamming into her plump ass over and over again. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her back against him. Jake bit her cheek lightly, and she moaned at the feeling.
“You gonna cum baby? You gonna be a good little whore and come for me?” Jake asked her, his voice dripping with desire. All Y/N could do was nodded and Jake smirked, “Then cum baby, all over my cock, cum for me,”
Y/N came loudly, her moans echoing off the walls as warmth spread throughout her body. Jake was close behind her, spilling white, hot ropes of cum into her warm pussy. Jake groaned at the feeling and let his head drop back in pleasure. He stilled inside her, letting the feeling of euphoria fill his body. He looked down at Y/N who looked completely fucked out. He pulled out of her slowly, and Y/N let out a small whimper. He walked to his bathroom and grabbed a warm, damp wash cloth and helped her clean herself off. Jake helped her up off the bed and walked her to the bathroom. He stood outside the door in his boxers as she did her thing.
“I met your husband today,” Jake said and Y/N froze.
“You did?” Her voice sounded light and faraway, “Where?”
“At the recording studio,”
Y/N stared at herself in the mirror. There were deep, dark hickies on her throat and collarbones. She noticed the small finger like bruises on her hips and a hand print on her ass, “Oh,”
“Yeah, oh. Were you ever going to tell me that he owned our label?”
Y/N rolled her eyes and opened the bathroom door, “Didn’t think it was necessary.”
“Didn’t think- Y/N, he holds my whole career in his hands,”
“He actually doesn’t. He’s just a partner,” Y/N said, walking over to Jake’s closet and looking for a shirt to wear, “What did you say to him?”
“That his wife calls me daddy and sucks my dick,” Jake said in a serious voice. Y/N dropped the shirt in her hands and looked at him, “I’m joking,”
“Not funny,” Y/N rolled her eyes picking up the shirt and slipping it on her body. She walked over to Jake, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands went straight to her hips, pulling her into him, “My birthday party is this weekend-“
“I know, princess,” Jake said, “We’re invited. All of us,”
Y/N smiled and kiss his lips softly, “Perfect.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,”
“A perfect way to die if you ask me,”
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The party had to be perfect. Y/N made sure it was perfect. Eli was pulling out all the stops to make his wife happy. The couple had been fighting more and more, and Eli was doing what he could to make his wife happy, even if that meant having a significant dent in his bank account. Y/N chose a black tie event, making it one of the most elegant parties that Lava Records had put on in months. Y/N had hired chefs from France, imported wine from Italian vineyards, had a hand crafted dress from Donatella Versace herself. The night was to be perfect.
“Princess?” Eli asked, walking into the bedroom, seeing her dressed in red lingerie, “I thought it was your birthday not mine,” He smirked walking into the room.
“Nice try,” Y/N smirked and walked into the bathroom, “Go greet the guests please, I’ll be down soon,”
“Fashionably late like always,” Eli muttered and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I’ll see you down there,”
Y/N let her stylist finish her make up and hair. She thanked them nicely and finished getting ready as there was a knock on her bedroom door, “Eli, I already told you-“
“Eli? I didn’t think you were getting us confused already, sweetheart,” Jake’s sultry voice said filling the air, “Looking good, baby,”
Y/N felt a surge of confidence flood through her body as he sauntered over to him. He looked delicious in his navy blue suit that Y/N insisted on him wearing. If there wasn’t a hurry for her to get down to her own party, she would’ve been on her knees for him. Y/N bit her lip and grabbed her dress, unzipping it and stepping into it. She pulled it up her body and Jake moved quickly, walking behind her, so he could zip it up.
“You’re perfect,” Jake whispered, his breath hitting her neck, “You’re also mine,”
“Play nice Jacob, your boss is out there,”
“Fuck him,” Jake sneered and kissed her neck softly, “Come find me later, so I can give you your birthday gift,” Jake patted her ass softly and turned on his heel to leave. Y/N took a deep breath as she listened to his footsteps fade, before following him down to the party.
Everything was perfect, and Y/N was soaking up every ounce of attention she could get. Eli was by her side the whole time, his hand on the small of her back, and the silver band on his ring finger was mocking Jake the whole time. To everyone, they seemed like the perfect couple, happy in their own world. But Jake knew the truth. Besides just fucking her, he had learned everything about her. He knew that she basically came from nothing, and worked hard to put herself through college, studying marketing and event planning, that’s how she met Eli. He knew of their fights, how Eli had accused Y/N of only marrying him for money and security, when in fact, at one time, she did love him. Jake had held her and listened to her as she cried about Eli coming home late, mumbling some other woman’s name, smelling of another woman, and deep red lipstick smeared on his shirt collar.
“Unclench your ass,” Sam said nudging his brother. Jake looked at him confused, “You look like you’re going to commit a federal crime.”
“Maybe I am,” Jake shrugged, downing the rest of his drink.
“You think he knows?”
“What? That I’m fucking his wife? I don’t know,”
“Why couldn’t you go for a woman who’s not married. Why did it have to be her?”
The words bounce around in Jake’s head: why did it have to be her? Truth was, Jake really didn’t know. All he did know, was that he loved her, “I love her,”
“She’s married,”
“I know. But I love her,” Jake said, and looked at his empty glass, “I’m going to get another drink.” Jake looked up just to see Eli pulling a smirking Y/N into the house, “Or maybe the whole bottle,”
Eli’s lips smashed against Y/N’s as he held her against the wall in some random dark hallway of their house. Y/N’s lips tasted like the rose she had been drinking. Eli made sure to have her drink full, knowing very well that it made her promiscuous. His hands roamed her body, as his lips fell to her neck. Y/N moaned as Eli ground his hips against hers.
“So pretty,” Eli whispered, “So fucking pretty, but such a fucking slut,”
“What?” Y/N said.
“I can see the way the guitar player of that little band you like keeps eye fucking you all night,” Eli smirked, “He wants what he can’t have, and its funny,”
Y/N thought she had been caught, all the blood drained from her body, making her head spin. But when Eli went back to gripping her ass and kissing her, she realized that she hadn’t been caught, well not entirely. Y/N smiled and kissed her husband back, but pushed him back gently.
“Not until later,” Y/N whispered seductively, “I can’t have you ruining my makeup before the night is over,”
“Please, baby, it’s been too long,” Eli whined, rutting his hips against hers.
“After,” Y/N said and Eli smirked, kissing her one more time. Y/N watched as Eli adjusted himself, before walking back out to the crowd. Y/N followed behind him back out. She shot a look over to Jake, his face hard to read. Jake looked at her, he knew they weren’t gone long enough for her to be satisfied, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get him off with her sweet mouth and hands.
Jake ended up leaving the party earlier than his brothers, not being able to stand the way Eli and Y/N were behaving. He had no right to be angry over it, they were husband and wife, they were acting like husband and wife. Jake shrugged off his jacket and kicked his shoes off, walking up to his bed alone. He flopped down on the soft mattress and couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing right now. If she was on her knees for Eli, if he was making her scream and shake like he could. Or, better yet, Y/N imagined it was Jake pounding into her instead of Eli.
Y/N sat at her vanity, and took the pins out of her hair, sighing at the feeling of letting her hair be free. She had stripped out of her dress and hung it up in her closet. Eli was busy making sure everything got cleaned up. Y/N whistled a tune as she brushed out her hair out. She set her brush down and stood up from her spot and walked over to the large windows that over looked the backyard. She scoffed, seeing Eli shoving his tongue down some young waitress’s throat. Y/N tried not to cry, believing this was her karma for everything she had done with Jake. Y/N shook her head and laughed, this was perfect. Everything was fucking perfect. She changed into some comfortable pajamas before writing a note and posting it on the door. She slammed the door shut and locked it, knowing that Eli was going to saunter in at some point in time and want to fuck her.
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The next morning, Y/N went on with her usual routine. Gym, breakfast, shower, make Eli’s lunch, lay out his clothes. But today, she purposely forgot to pack him his water bottle, knowing that he would be back for it. Eli fixed his tie in the mirror by the front door, as Y/N stood in her bathrobe.
“I’ll probably be late tonight, so don’t wait up,” Eli said, “Okay, baby,”
Y/N gave him a fake smile, “Okay, I love you,” She kissed his lips and his hand squeezed her ass.
“I love you too, I’ll see you when I get home,”
“Okay,” Y/N said as he left the house, “No the fuck you won’t, bastard,” She muttered, and smirked running up the stairs. She turned on her house speakers, and pressed play on the first song on her ‘Revenge’ playlist. The intro chords to safari song filled the air and Y/N let out a sinister giggle as she walked over the her shared closet with Eli. She ran her fingers over the designer clothes and shoes and watches. She lit a cigarette before grabbing an arms full of his clothes and pushed the door to the balcony open. As if the stars had alined perfectly.
“Hey baby, I forgot my- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” Eli yelled looking up at her with his clothes in her hands.
“FUCKING CHEATER!!” Y/N yelled and threw his clothes into the pool below.
“Y/N, BABY COME ON!”
“SUCK MY DICK!” Y/N yelled as she threw a pair of his Chelsea boots over the balcony.
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!? I WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON YOU!”
“I WATCHED YOU!”
“WHAT?!”
“I WATCHED YOUR DICK WENT ON A CHEERLEADER HUNT LAST NIGHT!”
Eli scoffed and shook his head as Y/N threw a couple of his Grammys over the side to go crashing into the pool, “Okay, NOW YOU’VE REALLY LOST IT! I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING THAT GUITAR PLAYER!”
“AT LEAST HE CAN MAKE ME CUM!” Y/N yelled as she threw anything she could get her hands on; suits, watches, shoes, platinum records, ties, sunglasses. Eli shook his head, having enough and storming into the house. Y/N yelped and quickly ran out of the room. She grabbed her phone and a bag she had packed last night tucked in her closet.
“Where are you going!?” Eli said, crashing into her small frame at the bottom of the stairs, “You’re just gonna go all pyscho on me and ditch out?”
“I am doing more than just ditching out,” Y/N said and threw the diamond ring at his face, “I’m leaving your ass,”
“Oh really?!” Eli laughed, “And where will you go? You have nothing, Y/N, you live off of me.”
“Thank god you made me sign that pre-nup then,” Y/N smirked, “My money stayed my money, and last time I knew. . . Lava was dumping you as an exec, meaning. . . sorry buddy, but as the great Ice Cube once said: “Broke as a mother-fucking joke,” Y/N spit in his face and pushed past him, “Better think twice before you go on a fucking cheerleader hunt next time.”
“Like I don’t have enough shit to worry about!? I got you causing issues now! It wasn’t my fault!”
“And it wasn’t my pussy!” Y/N yelled as she stormed out of the house. She raced into her mustang, and let it roar to life as she sped away from her home. The last image she got was of Eli sitting down on the front steps in defeat, hanging his head in his hands. She laughed as she turned on her stereo, blaring Safari Song as loud as her speakers could do.
Jake felt like shit. He hardly slept last night, and didn’t feel like working at all today. He sat in silence as his brothers worked around him, messing with different things in the studio. His phone, which was usually going crazy with texts, snaps, and tiktok messages had been silent all morning. Maybe Y/N had finally come to her senses and decided to end her little relationship with Jake, and this was her way of doing it. Jake should’ve known eventually she would choose the man she married over the man she was just sleeping around with.
“Hey, I know it hurts but-“ Sam started saying as the door was pushed open.
“Jake!” Y/N yelled storming into the studio.
“What-“
“Are you in your bathrobe?” Josh asked looking at the girl.
“Yes, but that’s besides the point. I left him,”
“You left him!?” Josh asked again.
“Josh, right?” Y/N asked the curly haired man next to her.
“Yeah,”
“Shut up, please,” Y/N said and then directed her eyes back to the other twin, “Jake I love you. And I went all ‘Diary of A Mad Black Woman’ on Eli and threw his clothes, and boots and watches, and a couple Grammys into the pool-“
“You threw his gram-“ Josh was about to ask but Y/N glared at him, “We’ll be in the next room,” Josh said and nodded his head towards Sam and Danny. The three of them left Jake and Y/N alone and Jake walked over to her.
“You are probably the craziest woman I have ever met,” Jake said, “But I am so stupidly in love with you, that it’s making me crazy too,” Jake pulled her into him and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her Boyd, not wanting the moment to pass. Jake pulled back and then looked at her, really looked at her. She was still in her bathrobe, but had her pajamas, which consisted of a ratted USC Trojans t-shirt and playboy sleep shorts, on underneath, “So. . . you went all what and threw what?”
Y/N giggled and shook her head, leaning her head on his chest, “That’s a story for another day. . . or for TMZ.”
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restless things - j.t.kiszka + original female character [part one]
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pairing: lord!jacob/maid!ofc words: 6211 genre: angst, fluff, alluded smut summary: esme, lady veronica's lady in waiting, has a reputation amongst the staff of the kiszka manor. unknowing of her reputation and not caring about what position she holds in warnings: implied sexual acts, implied assault, mentions of violence, religion, steamy kissing, historical inaccuracies, and shitty editing. let me know if i missed one <3
disclaimer: i do not know or own any of the people i write about. these are purely fictional characters inspired by the likings of real people. i am not a historian. i love history but i clearly will not get everything right. this work has no set time period but it is long before the present day. set in europe, and given the origin of the last name kiszka, imagine the siblings with a polish accent if you must.
a/n: this fic is heavily inspired by the works of joanna newsom, specifically the song only skin. take a listen as you read if you please...enjoy!
“Morning, my Lady,” Esme greeted the lady as she entered her quarters. The lady, Veronica, stood in her night clothes, facing the full length mirror, rubbing sleep from her deep eyes. She yawned a little, turning around to greet Esme with a sleepy grin. “Good morning, Esme,” Veronica said, her Polish accent fading into an English one the more time she spent in her new home.
Her relationship with her mistress wasn’t similar to most houses. She was grateful to work in such a relaxed house, a kind noble family. They were a Polish family of 6, and despite their class and influence, they were genuinely caring for their staff and the people in their small town.
As Esme dressed Veronica, tightening her skirts, Veronica spoke. “I wish to go to the gardens today. Alone. You can linger around but I need quiet. You’ve met the Lords, I’m sure you understand.” Esme giggled a little, “yes, of course, my Lady.” She pulled Veronica’s corset as tight as she could, causing the lady to gasp. “But first, dinner.” Veronica breathed in sharply to accommodate the garment. Once it was fastened, Esme gave her a light pat on the small of her back. Veronica released her breath and groaned, turning to face the lady in waiting. “I don’t want to go to dinner with my idiot brothers.” Esme breathed a laugh through her nose, “please, Lady Veronica, your brother’s may mimic jesters but they are your brothers.” She motioned for Veronica to sit at the vanity to have her hair and face fixed. “You are lucky, your brother is quiet.” Veronica sat straight up on the vanity stool. “I have three and none of them were gifted with the ability to keep their stupid mouths shut.” Esme snickered as she pulled out the strips of cloth tied in Veronica’s hair, leaving tight ringlet curls down her back. “My brother is quiet because he is a coward.” “Better a coward than a fool. My brothers might end up dead at the cost of their own mouths one day.” Esme nodded, holding a hairpin between her teeth as she twisted and shaped the lady’s hair. “This is true,” she said around the pin before pulling it from her mouth and securing it in Veronica’s hair. “Especially Lord Samuel.” Veronica snorted unladylike, “yes. Especially Samuel. He’s the biggest fool of them all. Which is shocking, it used to be Joshua. But Jacob…Jacob is foolishly angry. His anger may be his downfall.”
Esme knew that to be true. She had witnessed the Lord’s feverish fits in the garden once before. She was there, attending to Lady Veronica’s side as she had meeting with the Lords in the garden, when Lord Samuel had made a mean comment towards his sister. Lord Jacob was instantly enraged, grabbing his brother by his shirts and threatening harm. Veronica screamed as Lord Joshua did his best to call his twin off their youngest sibling. And Esme stood stunned, silent. Jacob’s face was bright red and his eyes were dark, his long hair falling from his bun and framing his face, accentuating his dark features. He was beautiful, but at that moment, he was truly terrifying.
“Lord Jacob’s anger is petrifying. I would hate to be on the receiving end of his beratements,” Esme said after a moment of quiet, putting one last pin in Veronica’s hair. “There. Hair finished.” “I don’t wish to wear any on my face today,” Veronica said quickly as Esme reached for a tin of rouge, prompting her to draw her hand back. “I’ve felt ill the last few times I ate with it on and unlike many women, I quite enjoy my food.” They shared a small laugh before the lady stood and sighed. “Off to dinner, I suppose. I hope that your dinner is adequate.” “It always is, my Lady.”
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“Esme, I see you’ve decided to tease us and wear your longest frock,” Timothy, Lord Joshua’s personal attendant, remarked snidely. Esme sat down at the workers table in the kitchen, a bowl of hot stew in front of her and a small slice of bread. She glared at him, biting her tongue. “The chaplain may be near, watch your speech, sir.” The ladies of the kitchen all snickered quietly as Timothy gawked at Esme before he walked over to her. He leaned down and spat quietly in her ear, “I need to see you later.” “I’m sure you do.” “Now’s not the time to be witty, miss. Know your place. I need to see you.” Esme glanced around before turning back to him. “I am to be outside the gardens after dinner.” “Excellent,” Timothy stood up straight, “anyways, ladies, it’s been great chatting. I’m off to the gardens.”
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“Okay,” Veronica glanced around somewhat frantically, checking for any house staff that may take word back to her parents. “I’m going to be in this garden here. You stay around here, close. And if you see anything, remember, you did not see anything. Clear?” “Yes, my Lady.” “Good. If I’m not out by the end of the hour, call out for me. I’ll be out shortly after that. Just, don’t come in the garden.” Esme nodded and Veronica nodded back, straightened her posture and turned around, walking through the garden’s foliage covered gate.
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Esme never questioned what Veronica was doing on days she asked to be in the garden privately. And she definitely pretended she did not know that James, Lord Jacob’s personal attendant, Esme’s brother, met her through the gate on the other side of the beautiful rose garden.
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Esme sat tucked behind a tree near the garden, playing with the petals off a fallen orange blossom when a voice startled her. “There you are,” Timothy said, coming from around the other side of the tree. “I looked all over this place.” Esme jumped, dropping the flower and turning towards him. “You scared me! Be quiet!” “Do not tell me to be quiet,” he spat, dropping to his knees next to her. “Remember who is serving who here, whore.” Esme winced inwardly but kept her composure. “I am not serving you, I am servicing a need for you. I can refuse if I so please.” “Ah, but you know that if you refuse any of us that we will ruin you and then you’ll be without work or worse. They’ll imprison you.” His green eyes had a wicked glint in them as he looked at her through his strikingly blonde lashes. Esme felt a churn in her stomach. She sat on her knees and elbows, reaching for the waist of his trousers. “Shut up and let’s finish this already. I’m through with you after this.” “Silent, whore.”
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Esme finished her shameful act in the nic of time, and shortly after, Veronica emerged from the garden, eyes gazing over the area, looking for Esme. “Ah, Esme! There you are!” Veronica called, approaching her at the same tree she sat at earlier. Veronica’s hair had fallen and her face was flushed despite her lack of makeup. “I’m weary. I need a rest.” Esme rose to her feet, “of course, my Lady.” “What did you do while I was gone?” Veronica asked out of curiosity, causing Esme to think on her feet. “I made chains from the fallen orange blossoms.” “Childish,” Veronica stated as she began walking back to the house, “I like it.”
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It was another week before Veronica desired another private day in the garden, leaving Esme free for the hours she was gone. “I think, today, you should return to the house. I can keep after myself,” Veronica had said in a hushed voice as they stood at the gate of the rose garden. “What shall I work on while you’re away?” “No work, do as you please. Go along now,” Veronica ushered her off, waving her hand towards the main house.
Esme returned to the house, following up the back stairs towards her small living quarters. But she was startled halfway up the tall winding flight, the sound of pounding boots behind her. “Uh, who goes there?” “Shh!” a male voice hissed. “Whoever that is, be quiet and stay there!” Lord Jacob. Esme stood frozen on the narrow stairs, pressed against the wall. The lord appeared around the corner shortly, gazing up at her. He let out a relieved breath. “You’re Veronica’s lady’s maid,” he said in a whisper. He took a few more steps slowly, closer to Esme, who nodded at his observation. He shook a finger at her, grinning. “You- you…I trust you.” “Honored, my Lord,” Esme said in a strained voice, her voice rough from the shameful activity of her early morning. “Please, Jacob,” he gave a playful smirk. “I hate those stupid titles.” Esme felt a flush rising up her neck as he spoke to her. Was it necessary for him to be so beautiful? He spoke again, “I suppose my sister is off in the same place as your brother, yes?” “I-” “Oh, no use playing coy, miss,” Jacob was now standing on the same step at Esme, hardly room for a dinner plate between them in the narrow space. “Besides, who do you think grants the boy his permission to take leave for the afternoons?” Esme swallowed thickly, avoiding the lord’s eyes, staring just past him at the stair rails. “What are you running from?” Jacob smirked at her, turning to look down the stairs towards the bottom floor, then back at her, “that would be my brothers. I might have pulled a prank on Joshua.” Esme giggled a little, “and what exactly would Lord Joshua do if he caught you, my Lord?” “Please, I told you, call me Jacob– and look at me when we are speaking, miss-” Her head snapped up, finally looking in his amber eyes. His hair was down for once, falling across his shoulders and back. Was he asking her name or had he just got tongue tied? “Your name? Remind me, please?” His accent was thicker than Veronica’s, Esme noticed. She cleared her throat, standing straighter somehow. “Esme, sir. My name is Esme.” “Esme,” he repeated, narrowing his eyes slightly as he studied her face. She didn’t mean to hold her breath. “You don’t have to be anxious of me, Esme. Breathe,” Jacob chuckled. Esme just blinked at him, nervously pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “You have beautiful eyes, has anyone ever told you that, Esme?” He kept repeating her name back to her and she thought she might collapse from lack of air. She shook her head curtly, swallowing hard again. “No sir, only my mother.” “Well,” he started, tucking a strand of her long chestnut colored hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched again, “she was right. They are the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen. They remind me of sapphires.” “Th-thank you, sir.” “Stop that,” he spat, his hand now firmly, yet gently, holding her face, his fingers at the curve of her head. “Address me like I instructed you.” “Thank you, Jacob.” “Good. Good,” his grip softened, smoothing a thumb over her high cheekbone. “You are too stunning to be a lady in waiting.” Esme laughed through her nose, “alas. Here I am.” “Shame,” Jacob tsked, “although, if you were not my sister’s lady’s maid, I would not have the pleasure of looking at you.” Esme didn’t know it to be possible, but she turned an even darker shade of pink at his compliments. She looked towards her shoes in embarrassment. He tilted her face back towards his. “Hasn’t anybody ever told you of your beauty?” “Sir-” “Esme, I demand you stop that. You must not call me that!” She stuttered, her mouth open. “I feel wrong addressing you so disrespectfully.” “Is it disrespectful if I have demanded it?” “I suppose not.” Jacob somehow moved closer to her, his breath ghosting over her face. “You are awfully warm, Esme. Do you have fever suddenly? Or are you still anxious?” She shook her head, “not anxious.” “Oh, are you more flustered than anxious?” She feigned ignorance. “Flustered, why?” “Because,” Jacob leaned closer, whispering in her ear. “A Lord has you alone in a corridor, making flirtations with you. You, a
lady’s maid. Would that not fluster you?” Esme gasped, his warm lips pressed against her flushed ear. He continued, “perhaps you’re flustered because you find him handsome and imposing?” “I don’t know what you mean-” “The dumb act does not work with me, Esme,” the way he said her voice, so lowly right in her ear, nearly made her legs liquid beneath her. “My sister has told me of your admiration. We have conversations when you are not around, just like you and her. I know what you think of me.” Esme swallowed, deciding to feign confidence. “Is that so? What all has she told you then, my Lord?” Jacob nearly growled at the title, his free hand grabbing her by the wrist tightly. “I told you- stop that.” His grip lessened, still holding her frail wrist. “She told me you think I’m striking, grandiose, and she also told me you think I am dangerous when I’m angry. Which confuses me why you continue to address me as something that is angering me.” “Perhaps I find your anger humorous.” “Is that so?” He pulled away from her ear, smirking down at her. “Is it funny, girl? Do you find punishment to be a jest?” Esme’s heart might have nearly stopped at his words. “I-” “I tease you, Esme,” he grinned devilishly, licking his somehow perfect teeth. “Humorous,” his tone was mocking. Esme breathed out before speaking again. “So you have me against the wall in a servant’s stair, hiding from your brother. Any other servant could come through here at any moment. And you are choosing to spend your time telling me about my eyes resembling stones and repeating my own thoughts back to me.” “What is the point of your rambling, beauty?” She chortled, “do you not have anything better to do?” Jacob looked taken aback for a moment before regaining his smug composure. “I suppose I do.”
Before Esme could think, his lips were against hers. She truthfully did not believe, despite her scandalous endeavors, that she had ever been kissed. Not properly. And if she knew anything at all, it was that this must have been what a proper kiss was. He dropped his hand from her wrist, moving it to her waist as his lips moved against hers fervently, his other still laced in her hand, holding her face. Her small hands rested against his chest, grabbing at the ruffle on his shirt. But suddenly, the slamming sound of the door below them forced them apart in an anxious hurry.
“Bastard,” Joshua’s voice said under his breath. His footsteps started up the stairs. Esme looked at Jacob frantically. Jacob just pressed a finger to her lips, shushing her. “Stay here,” he whispered as quietly as possible. He pressed a final peck to her lips and then disappeared the rest of the way up to the landing, leaving out a servants door. Leaving Esme on the stairs alone, Joshua gaining on her.
Esme started the rest of the way up the stairs to her quarters when Joshua finally caught up, out of breath at the landing below her. “You!” He called. She turned around promptly, looking down at him. She suddenly saw the prank that Jacob had mentioned. He was soaked, head to toe. She stifled the urge to laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “Yes, ha-ha,” Joshua groaned, “very funny. Now tell me, Esme. Have you seen that ugly bastard?” Of course he remembered her name. “Who?” He looked at her, unamused. “Don’t play stupid, girl! Jacob. Have you seen him?” “No, my Lord. I haven’t seen Lord Jacob since before dinner, with James.” Joshua furrowed his brows. “That sly bastard. When I find him, I’ll tar and feather him. If you see him, tell him I’m going to kill him!” And with that, Joshua rushed back down the stairs, leaving Esme bewildered on the steps, flustered and confused by the last few moments.
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Esme did not see Jacob for a few days after the incident on the stairs. When she had returned to her room, the kitchen maid, Mary, an older woman, was in the corridor. She saw how flushed Esme was, felt her forehead, and sent her to bed for a few days, assuming she was sick with fever. It did not help that her voice was still a little hoarse from her sinful acts. Esme, of course, could not tell her the true meaning of her hot face. Or her shredded voice. Esme laid in her bed where she had basically been banished by Mary, with nothing to pass the time. She had no fever now, she was certain of it. And her throat was definitely back to normal.
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As Esme sat in her small, bland room, nothing but the necessities, she braided her long hair into a thick braid down the side of her neck. As she was braiding, she was startled by a knock at her door before it was opening slowly and quietly, causing her to sit up right, dropping her hair and covering her plain white nightgown with her sheet. Not that there was much revealed, but it felt wrong somehow. As the door opened, it was revealed to be Jacob opening the door. She looked at him, pure confusion overcoming her. “What are you doing, sir?-” “Shh,” Jacob hushed her, closing the door behind him. “And stop calling me that. I mean it.” He sat on her bed, looking over her with a look of concern. He reached a gentle hand up, caressing her face. “Veronica tells me you are ill? What is the matter, my dear?” Esme huffed, amused. “I am not ill, but I have been banished here as if I am.” He looked at her, confused. “I do not understand.” “When I returned to this wing of the house after our…encounter…three days ago, I was still red. And the kitchen wench mistook me as ill. And I could not give her the truth, so here I am.” “So here you are,” Jacob’s smile was soft. “I am at ease knowing you are not ill. I don’t know what I would do with myself if you were.” Esme scoffed, “you would go on and live your life because it should not matter to you if I were to live or die.” He frowned, a look of anger taking over his once gentle features. “Surely if you died, I would die too. I am taken with you, Esme.” A red hot heat cursed her freckled cheeks, her eyes looking down at her hands in her lap. Jacob grabbed her hands, prompting her to look up at him. “You do not mean that.” “I assure you I do.” “How?” Esme asked, her heart pounding in her chest. “How could you mean that, when three days ago you did not even know my name? I was nothing but Veronica’s lady in waiting to you.” She had been infatuated with him for so long and couldn’t even pinpoint the day. They share one moment on the stairs and now he’s in love with her? He was a Lord. A man of high importance. And she…she was nothing. A lady’s maid. A lady’s maid with highly questionable morals and intentions. If she were honest at confessions, she’s not sure any amount of hail Mary’s could save her poor soul. Jacob shook his head, moving closer to her. “Esme, I have been attracted to you since before I pranked my brother. I pretended I did not know your name because I wanted to hear you tell me. I swear it.” “Well perhaps,” Esme started, her voice quiet as Jacob’s face neared hers. “Perhaps I wanted to hear you say it like you knew me better than anyone else in the world.” “Do I?” “Do you what, my Lord?” His jaw tensed but he ignored the title. “Do I know you better than anyone else in the world?” “You know my lips better. But the only people who know my mind are James and Lady Veronica.” “How unfair,” he shook his head, breath brushing her face now. “How unfair, two of the closest people in my life get to be so close to you and I have watched from afar.” “Do you wish to know me better, Jacob?” Jacob pushed his lips against hers, a soft, burning sensation between them. “More than I wish to breathe. I wish to know you more than I wish to breathe, darling,” he muttered against her lips before brushing his tongue against her chapped lip, deepening their contact. His hands held her sweetly, one holding her just under her breast, the other against her face. Her hands couldn’t help themselves from lacing through his soft locks. And Esme thought she may die from the overwhelming feeling inside of her.
Against her best wishes, she pulled away. Jacob looked at her, disappointed and confused. “What’s wrong, love?” He whispered, honey eyes searching her icy blue ones. “Did I hurt you?” Esme shook her head, biting her lip. “You have to go. Mary will be here soon to check on me. If we’re seen like this…I’ll never see you again.” Jacob sighed, knowing she was right. “When can I see you again?” “The next time you let James go in the gardens, I’ll wait under the orange tree in my cloaks.” There were footsteps down the hall and Esme’s eyes widened in panic. “Leave now, Jacob! I promise I will be waiting.” Jacob pulled her small hand to his lips, pressing a longing, tender kiss to her knuckles as he took a deep breath. He dropped her hand and stood quietly, making his way out the door carefully.
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“Esme! You return to me!” Veronica all but jumped up and down as the lady in waiting entered her room. “When the kitchen maid told me you were ill, I feared for you and then myself.” “I would never get you ill, my Lady,” Esme giggled, closing the door. “I am just fine.” “She said you had fever and your voice was all but gone!” “She exaggerates. My voice was sore but I spoke,” Esme shook her head at the older woman’s dramatics. “I assure you, I was and am fine.” As Esme began dressing Veronica in silence, Veronica had a curious look on her face, catching glimpses at the young maid. “What is that look for, my Lady?” Esme breathed, securing the layer of dress with a tight pull. Veronica shifted with each tug of fabric, her waist getting thinner. “I am curious.” “Of what?” “If you were not ill, what gave you fever?” Esme stopped and looked at the lady through the mirror, face flushing bright red. “I was red like I am now.” Veronica gasped, amused. “You were embarrassed? You’re embarrassed now? Tell me, dear friend, what is your affliction?” Esme returned to her task, looking at her steadily working hands. “I am afraid I cannot tell you, my Lady.” “Stop at once!” Veronica commanded and Esme stopped, still looking at her hands. “You have a secret! I am your only friend, you must tell me!” “My Lady, if I tell you, you may hate me.” Veronica’s face twisted in disapproval. “I could not hate you unless you hate me. And I am your friend, call me Veronica.” Esme smiled to herself, laughing. “You are so similar to him.” She hadn’t even noticed she said it but Veronica’s eyes were wide and a knowing smirk grew on her face. “You are in love with my brother!” Esme stood with her mouth agape. “My Lady, I can-” “You are in love with Jacob as I am in love with James!” Veronica gasped excitedly. “It’s almost like we are sisters.” “Veronica, please,” Esme hushed, “I don’t want to be in trouble.” “You were red because you had just seen him! And Mary mistook you as ill, silly woman!” Veronica laughed. “Oh, this makes me so happy, Esme. You have no idea!” Esme smiled a little, returning to her tasks again. “It was only our first meeting. He was hiding from Joshua on the servants' stairs.” Veronica snickered, “the day Joshua was pushed in the pond. That makes sense. What did he say to you?” “Well,” she started, “he told me my eyes look like sapphire, and then he told me I’m too beautiful to be a maid.” Veronica nodded, “my brother is a man of his word.” “Thank you, my Lady,” Esme blushed again. “He told me you tell him when I compliment him in our conversations. And then, he pressed his lips to mine.” The lady gasped, grinning ear to ear. “He kissed you! In the corridor? How ungentlemanly of my brother!” Esme giggled, “do not worry. Joshua came into the stairs and Jacob disappeared. We were not caught.”
Veronica sat at the vanity now, hair being secured in pins. “Esme?” “Hmm?” “You said that was your first meeting with my brother? You’ve met again?” Esme nodded, pulling a hairpin from her lips. “Yes, my Lady. Yesterday, he snuck into my quarters.” “What a devil!” “He said he was afraid I was ill and he would not see me again.” “So when will you see him again now that you are not dying?” Veronica teased, a smirk on her face. “The next time you are in the gardens with James,” Esme said, securing the final pin. “So this afternoon, I shall see my lover and you shall see yours!” Veronica grinned. “How lovely.”
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Esme was dressed in her cloak, a dark blue garment with a disguising hood covering her head. She sat beneath the orange tree again, playing with the fallen blossoms, when footsteps approached her. “Miss,” Jacob’s voice was regal as he addressed her, careful of the possibility of anybody nearby. Esme’s head snapped up to him. He was dressed in a ruffled white shirt and brown trousers, a large coat covering his shoulders. “Sir,” she greeted him. He extended a hand to her and she took it, rising to her feet. “Follow me, my dear.”
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Jacob led Esme down a path away from the gardens to a pond she had never seen before, secluded by trees. It was gorgeous, the water a crystal blue and surrounded by beautiful rocks and vines. “This is beautiful, how have I never seen it?” Esme said in awe as she dropped the hood from her head. Jacob stood behind her, admiring her innocent excitement for the water. “Because I keep it a secret.” He walked forward, standing next to her. He watched her face as she took in the scenery. “The water makes your eyes even brighter.” Esme scoffed, looking at him with a shy smile. “You tease me.” “I only tell the truth. Your eyes are sparkling,” his hand came up, moving her hair from her face. “You’re so quiet today.” “I’m admiring the beauty of the water,” she answered, looking up into his warm eyes. His long hair framed his face and the sun peeked through the treetops, highlighting the golden tones in his eyes. “And you.” Jacob blushed a little, looking towards the ground suddenly. “Do not call me beautiful.” “Why? Men can be as beautiful as a woman, sometimes more,” Esme grabbed his hands gingerly. He looked back at her face and laughed a little. “You flatter me too much, my dear.” “And what does flattery earn me? A prize?” She teased, looking up at him through her fanned eyelashes. Her face was innocent but the glimmer in her eyes betrayed her. “You are the prize,” Jacob quipped, a smirk making its way to his face. He moved a hand to her face, pushing a stray hair behind her ear before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.
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The kiss did not stay chaste, as their hands began to roam. And soon, Esme’s cloak was on the grass covered floors, Jacob’s hands grasping her waist so tightly, like she may float away. The Lord’s lips feverishly moved from hers to her jaw, down her neck, careful not to leave a mark but applying enough pressure to make the young lady moan and squirm under his touch, her hands twisting fists in his shirts. “J-Jacob,” her voice was meek and strained as her head tilted back. “Yes, my love,” Jacob’s voice was rough against her ear as he pulled her somehow closer. “I-I-”
But Esme could not finish her thought before the sound of rustling leaves startled the pair. Esme gasped in fear, pushing the Lord away and covering her mouth with her hand, as she spotted a pair of eyes through the leaves beyond her. The eyes disappeared just as quickly as they appeared and tears sprung to her eyes. “Esme-” She shook her head, stepping backwards from the man in front of her. “Someone has seen us, my Lord. I’m going to die!” Jacob reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him once again. “You will not die. And whoever it was, if they know what’s good for them, know better than to besmirch me! Look at me-” his hand came to her chin, “look at me, girl!” Esme tore her blank gaze from his shirts to look up at his warm eyes. They were honest, comforting, but could not hide his secrets. Not from her. She saw his own worry and anger. The tears spilled from her blue eyes down her flushed cheeks. Jacob’s thumb swiped over her cheek, brushing away the warm tears. “Do not cry. Whatever they saw, they cannot take you away from me nor me from you. Esme, I love you.” “You love me?” Jacob nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “I love you truly or I love no-one.” Veronica’s voice broke through the silence of the wooded area. “Esme?!” Esme’s eyes darted aimlessly before landing on Jacob’s again. “I-I must go.” “Tell me!” Jacob held a firm but gentle grip of her arms. “Tell me, beauty, do you love me?” “I love you truly,” Esme repeated his earlier sentiment, swallowing her tears. “Or I love no-one.” The Lord released her and stood, almost petrified as she gathered her cloak from the ground and ran out of the woods, calling after her Lady. “I’m here, my Lady!”
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“There you are, harlot!” Timothy’s voice startled Esme in the servants hall, causing her to nearly drop the plate in her hand. “This is the ladies hall,” she said shortly as she glanced at him before turning away and continuing down the hall towards the kitchen. “I saw you!” Esme stopped and swallowed hotly. “With Lord Jacob. By that pond.” Her jaw tight, she still refused to look at the man. “I know not what you speak of.” “Are you such a whore that you must have every man in the house? Wait until Lord Joshua and Lord Samuel hear of this. Or, God forbid, your own brother.” Esme ignored him and began walking towards the kitchen stairs again when Timothy forcibly grabbed her by the elbow, causing the metal in her hand to fall, clattering loudly in the almost empty hallway. He forced her to turn towards him, towering over her. “Do you hear me, harlot?” Esme shook in fear, “do not tell them, I pray of you.” “There is only one way I will keep my secrets to myself.” She understood and nodded. “Yes, sir.” “Tonight, come to my boarding, and I won’t make your whorish ways known to the house.”
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Esme was far from proud of herself. She found herself in Timothy’s room afterdark, and the next morning she rose before even the sun and made her way to the small chapel at the far wing of the house. The chapel was empty, not even the clergy awake at such an hour. She was still in her dressing gown, a shapeless white thing that came to her ankles and wrists, just barely revealing her collarbones. In such a hurry to repent, she escaped her room without any slippers on. Her bare feet echoed softly against the marbled floors as she approached the altar, kneeling at the bench. Esme looked up at the large painting of the Savior and then bowed her messed head, crossing herself, twice for good measure.
“God, forgive me,” she prayed quietly, hands clasped tightly together. “I am wicked. I am evil and shameful.” The creaking of a door startled her, causing her head to snap up from her graces. The Chaplain, an older man, dressed appropriately in his robes, stood in front of her in the far corner of the chapel where his boarding was. “My child, it is not even dawn. What brings you to the Lord’s feet.” Esme could not fight the sob that escaped her throat. “I am damned to hell, my Father! I am wicked at heart! I fear not even God could fix me now!” The kind man approached her, touching her shoulder as she remained kneeled. “This is not true, child. There is no damnable feat that God cannot forgive.” “How can God forgive me when I cannot forgive myself?” “With love, young one. Tell me, if you must, what makes you wicked? Do you hurt people?” She nodded her head. “Yourself?” She nodded. “With my actions, I hurt myself deeply, Father. And in turn, I hurt the one I love.” Another sob escaped her and she kept her eyes glued to the ground. “Have you betrayed him?” Esme nodded shamefully, “and myself. But I fear my life ruined.” “Then repair it.” It was dismissive, but not in a cold way. Esme nodded to the Chaplain and rose from her knees, a task that left her feeling dirty no matter the setting. She bowed her head silently before scurrying back to her room, feet slapping carelessly across the floors.
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Esme’s anxieties did not cease despite her prayers and words with the Chaplain, and when she finally greeted Lady Veronica, her face was pale. “Esme?” Veronica’s voice cut through the cloud of worry around Esme’s head. “What’s the matter?” Esme looked at Veronica through the mirror before suddenly proceeding with pinning her hair. She shook her head, “nothing.” Veronica turned around sharply, the hair pins falling from the Lady’s maid’s hand. “Liar.” That was all it took to break her weak façade. “Someone saw me with the Lord,” her voice was hushed and weak, a cry threatening the back of her throat. “In the woods, Lord Joshua’s companion, he-” “Timothy?” Esme nodded, falling to her knees, weeping with her head in Veronica’s lap. “He-he threatened to tell Jacob- he threatened to tell everyone if I did not please him-” Veronica smoothed a gentle hand through Esme’s long, undone hair. “Oh, Esme…” “I-I betrayed Jacob! I betrayed myself! I am wicked!” “Jacob, he will be angry but he will forgive you if he knows what that disgusting boy has done to you. I know he has done it many times before,” Veronica whispered. “Esme, go to my brother and be honest to him.” Esme lifted her head, looking up at the Lady. Veronica looked at her with gentle eyes and a soft smile. “The Lord, he will be disgusted with me. If the rest of the house finds out, I am as good as dead!” “Nonsense, girl. Go to him.”
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Veronica slipped her brother a folded piece of stationery at dinner, a misspelled message in Esme’s messy handwriting inside, telling him to meet her at the pond.
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As the young Lord prepared to leave out the far east sitting room towards the gardens, his brother’s attendant, Timothy, sat reading a novel on a bench. Timothy looked up from his book as Jacob checked his appearance in the mirror by the double doors. The boy smirked, returning his sight to his book. “Going somewhere, Lord Jacob?” “Going on a stroll through the gardens,” Jacob said shortly, adjusting the neck of his shirts. “I know that a certain Lady’s maid takes strolls through those gardens frequently.” Jacob stopped and looked at Timothy quizzically. “Is that so?” “Do not pretend you do not know,” his voice was suddenly nasty. “I know that you are entangled with that harlot.” Jacob moved quickly, his boots stomping across the floors, and he grabbed the boy by the collar. “Do not call her that, you rat!” “It’s true,” Timothy smirked, “I should know.” “Liar!” Jacob’s voice bellowed. “She is mine! My paramour!” Timothy narrowed his eyes at the angry man. “Is that so? Is that why she’s sucked my cock on many occasions, along with other men in this house? Is that why she pulled me till I came last night, after I saw you by the water?” Jacob did not respond verbally, searing with anger. He punched the evil in the face, his head snapping back and hitting the wall. Jacob wordlessly released his shirts, leaving him to cup his bleeding face as Jacob tore the double doors open, thundering towards the pond.
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One of the cutest things about this man is the corners of his mouth when he smiles
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it's a josh day so buckle up
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Jake Kiszka, Greta Van Fleet, 2018.*Edited
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todays jake content is only available if u zoom in
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i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information
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I still don’t know my purpose on this planet, but I do like smoking weed
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Seriously name a softer human. Also his little leg lift when he was messing with the speaker🥺😭
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Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*
My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.
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Besties, I can't focus on anything other than this today
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the very first page [part three-finale] (j.m. kiszka+ofc)
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pairing: josh/ofc (maggie) words: 3988 genre: fluffy smutttt warnings: dettaiiilllled sex. unprotected at that.
A/N: eeee sorry this took so long i had a real bad sudden thing happen that cursed me with some writers block. but i hope you all enjoy this!
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MASTERLIST PART ONE PART TWO
Maggie counted the days till she knew Josh would be back in the states, back in Nashville. She’d kept her new location and job under wraps pretty well in their daily conversation. They never got to talk for long anyways, the time difference and his busy schedule keeping them from extended conversations. But Maggie was growing anxious as she watched the days tick away one by one.
She was preparing herself a small dinner and a glass of wine when she heard a knock on her front door and her heart stopped, and she also stopped chopping the carrots in front of her. It was either a neighbor telling her to turn down the sounds of Blue Oyster Cult coming from her speaker or the only person who had her address…but she didn’t think he was supposed to be home for another couple days. Maggie took a deep breath, opting to not look through the peephole before opening the door. There he stood in front of her, a pastel tie dye shirt and khaki pants rolled at the ankles, sandals, and his hands shoved nervously in his pockets. He was gazing at his shoes, tapping his toe anxiously, but his head whipped up at the sound of the creaking door. “You didn’t tell me you were moving,” he said, and he sounded out of breath. “Surprise?” She smiled nervously, shrugging a little. Josh didn’t say anything, just leaned forward, taking her flushed face in his hands and pulling her into a soft, heated kiss. Maggie took a few steps back into the apartment, not breaking the kiss. Josh closed the door behind them as they kept their bodies pressed together, Maggie’s hands twisted into his shirt. As Josh pulled back to breathe for a moment, he looked at her. “I can’t believe you moved to Nashville and didn’t say a damn word,” he panted, “we talk everyday!” Maggie giggled a little, shrugging again, “I thought this would be an enjoyable moment.” “I’d say,” he laughed lowly, pressing a slow kiss to her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. “I’ve been dying to be with you ever since I watched you drive away.” “Me too,” Maggie mumbled against his neck, arms squeezing him tightly. Her heart beat with anticipation, their chemistry had been building slowly over time with their texts and phone calls and photos. The flirtatious nature had begun to take a mild turn for something sexual. Not that either of them minded. It was genuine and natural between them. Maggie pulled back from their hug slightly, looking at his face, “would you like a glass of wine? I was just about to eat.” Josh smirked, “I’d love to have a glass with you, Maggie, but I’m dying to kiss you more.” “I won’t say no to that.”
They were propped on the couch, Maggie hovering over Josh as she straddled his waist, hands on his face and his on her hips as their lips moved together. The exhilarating feeling that came from just kissing him coursed through Maggie as she pressed her body closer to his, causing Josh to let out a quiet moan as their hips pressed against each other. “Careful there or we’re gonna have a problem,” Josh joked, talking softly against her lips. His raspy voice sent a shiver down her spine and she somehow pressed closer, “what if I want a problem?” Josh’s breath hitched in his throat as her hips grinded against his again. “Maggie…” “Josh,” she mocked, trailing kisses up his jaw towards his ear before she stopped and whispered, “please?” His hand came up to her face, cupping her cheek gently as he pushed her back a little to look her in the eyes. “Are you sure? I wanted to take you out, wine and dine you. Are you sure you want-” She kissed him again, nodding. “I’m certain. We have plenty of time for dates.” Josh didn’t need much more convincing before meeting her with the same passion and excitement.
Maggie moved her hips against Josh, feeling him harden through his pants. His hands carefully moved down her body, caressing parts he’d never touched before, evoking soft gasps from Maggie. As his hands met her ass, squeezing lightly, Maggie stopped and giggled a little. “Can we go to my room? The couch is a little narrow, don’t you think?” She pulled her swollen bottom lip between her teeth as she gazed into Josh’s brown eyes. Josh chuckled lightly, nodding. “We totally would have made the couch work, for the record,” he quipped as she stood up off of him before running towards her room, laughing almost menacingly. Josh just smirked and chased after her, catching up to her and grabbing her from behind. He laid playful bites along her shoulder and neck and his arms squeezed her waist sweetly. Her hands reached up and behind her to play with his hair as she expertly arched her back to press against him. He groaned a little at the pressure, his breath brushing her ear and sending a chill across her skin. Maggie turned around, pulling Josh back into a heated kiss, careful to not crash their teeth against each other. She slowly backed them into the bed, falling back as the mattress met the back of her knees. Josh hovered over her, his fingers creeping under the hem of her worn out Beatles shirt, barely grazing the skin of her abdomen. She shivered at the contact, looking up at him with begging eyes. “Josh…” “Maggie Mae,” his voice was soft and low, his pupils consuming his eyes. He dipped down, kissing her jaw as his hands pushed the fabric of her shirt up, exposing her stomach. He pushed his hips against hers, lodged perfectly between her legs. He broke away from kissing her skin to pull her shirt over her head, leaving her in just an emerald green bra and her Patagonia patterned shorts.
Maggie felt a warm heat flush over her body as she instinctively covered her chest. It had been a long time since she’d been exposed in front of anyone and her bra wasn’t even off yet. But Josh’s hands covered hers gently and he gave her a pleading look. “Are you okay, doll? We don’t have to-” “Josh,” Maggie started, a little breathless, “I want to. I’m just...it’s been a while since anyone's seen me like this.” Josh smiled sweetly, “me too.” His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and Maggie was a little shocked at the confession. Not that she thought he just slept around before but he was a rockstar after all. Maggie raked her eyes over him, looking back up at his face as her hands moved from her chest to the hem of his shirt. “You’re not even half as naked as I am, though,” she teased, pulling his shirt up to expose his tan stomach. She adjusted herself, sitting up on her knees to pull his shirt up over his head, discarding it to the ground next to hers. She made quick work of attaching her lips to his collarbones, her hands firmly grabbing his flexed biceps. He let out a small breathless moan and she giggled a little, teasing her teeth into his skin. “God, Maggie,” Josh breathed, his warm hands on her bare waist, “I’ve wanted this for so long…” Maggie pulled away from his chest and looked at him briefly before attaching her lips to his again in a deep kiss. “Me too,” she whispered against his smooth lips. Her small hands moved from his arms to the fly of his pants, nimbly unbuttoning and unzipping the garment. He pulled away from their kiss, pulling his pants down to the floor. He kicked them and his sandals into the growing pile of inside-out clothes, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. Maggie’s eyes ghosted over the bulge in the fabric before he was reverting her attention back to his lips. Josh kissed her with more force, pushing her back towards the pillows at the head of the bed. Maggie caught on, leaning against her large tower of soft pillows. She silently praised herself for making her bed that morning. Josh moved his lips down her neck to her chest, tugging her bra down to expose her breasts completely. She whimpered as one hand squeezed and teased one breast and his mouth attacked the other with playful nips and kisses before her teasingly flicked his tongue over her sensitive nipple. Josh smirked up at her as he sucked a painfully hot bruise into the soft skin of her breast before switching to give the other the same attention. Her back arched, pressing her flustered groin against his knee that was propped between her legs. Josh chuckled, hot breath fanning over her chest and he began to sink lower down the bed, peeling the pressure away from her center. She whined at that even as he continued to suck and bite down her stomach to the band of her shorts. Josh looped his fingers under the elastic waist, slowly pulling them down her legs and Maggie could’ve sworn it looked like his mouth was watering at the sight before him. “No panties?” His voice was low and almost breathless, his eyes hooded with anticipation. “Expecting me, darling?” Maggie bit her lip, shaking her head. “Honestly, no. I just spend most days like this.” “God,” he heaved before pressing a sweet kiss to each of her inner thighs, arms now linked around her legs. “That’s so fucking hot.” Before Maggie could think, his right hand had come from around her thigh to carefully spread her folds, an apparent wet sound following the movement. Josh gasped lightly, watching his own movements. His pointer and ring finger kept her spread while his ring finger tapped her clit playfully, causing her to squirm a little. “Jesus, doll. You’re so wet.”
Maggie couldn’t even try to find words. She was much too overwhelmed with the need to feel him in some capacity already. She wiggled again which made Josh laugh with a cocky smile on his face. “Hold still, mama.” She was bad at obeying such an outrageous command. He moved his other arm from around her thigh to lay across her pelvic bone, stilling her movements. “Josh,” her voice was already weak and he had hardly touched her. “Please.” He kissed the canyon where her thigh met her core before he ghosted his tongue over her clit, teasing a whine from her mouth. Her hands cupped her breasts, needing a full body sensation. She pinched and teased her own nipples. Maggie sucked in a deep breath as Josh’s tongue continued dancing through her folds and she thought she might pass out as he hummed, pressing his tongue harder against her. He ran a flat tongue from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, bringing it to a point as he reached the already throbbing nub. Then his mouth was completely attached to her and his fingers were slowly, carefully dipping to her entrance. She hardly even knew they were there till suddenly, two slender fingers were inside her, slowly pumping into her. “God damn,” Josh breathed against her, his breath sending a jolt through Maggie, causing her to cry out, slightly strangled. “Fuck, you’re so reactive,” he huffed, another breath causing Maggie to moan and squirm, her hands leaving her breast to twist into her comforter. He kissed her clit teasingly and curled his fingers menacingly slowly. His eyes were gazing up at her but Maggie couldn’t even focus, couldn’t look at him. Her head was thrown back, eyes shut so tight, she couldn’t be sure if she was seeing shapes and colors from the pleasure or having her eyes shut too tightly. Her head picked up, eyes opening to look at him as she felt Josh grab one of her hands, squeezing it. He looked up at her with pleading eyes and he carefully removed his fingers from inside of her. Josh sat up a little, raising his eyebrows and holding his soaked hand out to her slightly, silently asking if she’d like to taste. Maggie could not recall if she had ever done that, which in itself, answered the question. No. She had never tasted herself, on her own or anyone else's fingers. She’d never had someone pay that much attention to her pleasure the way Josh was.
Embracing the unknown, Maggie leaned forward, sucking Josh’s middle and ring finger into her mouth, tasting the salty sweet substance. She moaned, swirling her tongue around his fingers, cleaning them completely. Her eyes were shut in pleasure again but she heard Josh cursing under his breath. He withdrew his fingers from her lips and returned them to their previous home, curling upwards almost instantly, and Maggie could feel the ball of fire growing in her stomach. “Fuck,” she threw her head back again, hands now gripping Josh’s hair tightly, only causing him to moan against her more, increasing her pleasure. “Fuck, Josh- so fucking close, babe.” He moaned deeply, tongue flicking at her clit as his fingers curled inside of her, beckoning her orgasm. He pulled away, only enough to speak, still close enough that his voice sent ripples of pleasure through her. “Are you gonna cum like this, mama?” She couldn’t even give him a straight answer, she was too busy focusing on the intense feeling in the pit of her belly, orgasm suddenly tearing through her. Her head felt like it might roll off her neck, spinning in pleasure as her body convulsed. Josh had yet to withdraw his face or fingers from her throbbing pussy, pushing her orgasm further. Maggie tried to speak but it came out like a pant, breathless and hopeless. “Josh-” Josh pulled his fingers from her, her arousal coating his hand and face, and he grinned at her as he sucked his own fingers clean, then wiped his face on the back of his hand.
Josh climbed up the bed, propping himself up over Maggie, who had yet to open her eyes. Her chest was still heaving, trying to catch her breath. “Was that okay?” Maggie thought he might be insane for even asking that. She felt like it was very obvious that it was more than okay. She peeled her eyes open carefully, the orgasm cursing her with sleepy eyes. She looked up at Josh’s flushed face and smiled a little, nodding, “more than okay, babe.” She pulled him down, closer to her, pressing her lips against his passionately. “Wanna make you feel good now, love.” She really did, she wanted to return the favor. Never had anyone made her feel like that. But as she made an attempt to take to her desired task, Josh’s hand gently pushed her back into the pillow topped mattress. “I’d love that, doll, but I might die if I don’t get inside you right now.” “Desperate?” She teased, sea-glass eyes laced with a taunting humor. Josh huffed a laugh through his nose as he stood up on his knees, moving to take off his underwear but Maggie sat up quickly, eager to do it herself. She kept her eyes glued to his waist as she pulled the restrictive fabric down his thighs, mouth watering at the sight in front of her. His cock sprung upwards, leaning slightly off center as it smacked against his lower abdomen, precum coating the pink tip. Maggie took his thick length in her slender hand, hardly able to make a close fist around him. They both sucked in deep breaths at the same moment at the feeling of one another. Maggie looked up at Josh, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned forward just barely, teasing her tongue and lips across the tip, tasting his leaking cock. She leaned back, licking her lips at the salty taste as Josh let out an almost guttural moan.
He kicked his underwear the rest of the way down and flung them off the bed. He nudged Maggie’s already spread thighs apart just a little more with his knee, positioning himself between them. He leaned forward, propping himself up with one elbow and holding his cock in his other hand, lining himself up with her dripping core. He ran his leaking tip through her sensitive folds, gathering her wetness along his erection. They both moaned at the feeling. “Joshy-” Maggie was getting beggy which wasn’t much like her. But she wanted him--needed him. And her hips bucked up in desperation. Josh pressed his mouth against hers as he finally pushed inside of her, gasps leaving both their mouths. Maggie felt like her eyes might roll out of her head if they fell back any further. She hadn’t been with anyone in a while and definitely hadn’t been with anyone with as much...girth. Josh was still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his presence inside of her. He pressed soft yet heated kisses on her face as he waited for her encouragement to continue. He looked at her with hungry, adoring eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” “You are too,” Maggie whined a little, hips squirming, “fuck- you can move-” She didn’t have to tell him twice.
Josh started slow, deliberate thrusts jolting Maggie’s body forward. He moved a hand to her hip, fingers pressing firmly in the soft curve of flesh. And Maggie felt like her entire world was on fire. Her sensitive core was already clenching around his thick length. “God damn,” Josh seethed, pace picking up. “You’re so--ahh--you’re so fucking tight, oh my God.” Maggie’s hips jerked up to meet his, causing him to suck a sharp breath through his grit teeth. “So good, baby,” her voice was practically gone somehow, laced with a tightness deep within her. “So fucking full, Joshy.” “Yeah?” His voice was hot against her ear as he buried his face in her strawberry blonde locks that lay in a mess across the pillows. “Feels so good--filling you up, mama.” Maggie gasped at his purposeful thrusts, involuntarily tightening her grip on his cock. And as if a response to her gasps and tiny thrusts, Josh sat up, keeping her legs around him as he placed both hands on her soft hips and began fucking into her with some sort of vengeance. And Maggie really thought she was experiencing a precursor to heaven at the sensation of him mercilessly fucking her into the pillows, hips raised off the bed and legs tight around his waist. “Fuck! Ke-keep doing that, baby, please,” her eyes were glued shut again as she arched into him. Josh moved one hand to the dip of her waist, fingers pressed tightly into her as he nonverbally encouraged her to sit up and meet him where he was. But her eyes were still shut, she couldn’t see the begging look in his dark brown orbs. “Maggie, doll,” his raspy voice grunted, “look at me, babe.” She peeled her glassy eyes open, looking up at him with a helpless gaze. “Come’ere.”
Maggie pushed herself up and Josh helped her, grabbing her carefully by the elbow and pulling her into him, chest to chest. He sat on his knees, moving his hands to support her under her ass as she kept her legs locked around his waist and laced her fingers through his curls. As their hips moved together, she bit her lip, throwing her head back. He was hitting a new angle, an even fuller sensation rippling through her throbbing walls. “Fuck, holy shit--Josh-” Josh groaned, his head dipping to place passionate bites along the top of her full chest. “Yeah, doll,” he growled against her bruising skin, “so fucking good to me, mama.” “So fucking good, baby,” she cried, raising her head and pulling Josh’s hair to make him look at her. Their mouths crashed together, a mess of tongues and teeth and breathless moans exchanged back and forth. “Wanna ride you,” Maggie muttered against Josh’s swollen lips. “Please, let me ride you, baby…” Josh answered silently, pulling her off him gently, both sighing at the loss of contact, and laying himself across the bed, pulling her back to him by the waist. Maggie straddled him, hovering over his glistening cock, evidence of her covering him. “Don’t tease now, darling,” Josh whimpered as Maggie ghosted her aching core over his tip. She obliged his begging, slowly sinking back all the way to the hilt. And it didn’t take any time before she was alternating circling her hips and bouncing. She nearly screamed, falling forward onto his chest and he began thrusting up into her, arms tight around her waist. “Joshy,” if her voice was strained before, it was practically useless now. Her face lay in the sweating crook of his neck and shoulder, her labored breath sending chills of pleasure through him. “Fuck, Josh--so close-” “You gonna cum again, beautiful?” He grunted, moving his hands to her ass again, squeezing the soft flesh as his hands guided her. “Sit up, mama, wanna watch you cum all over my cock.” Despite the filth of his words, they sounded so right and so sweet from him. And Maggie sat up, steadying herself with one hand on his glowing chest, the other moving to rub in quick circles on the throbbing bundle of nerves. The wave of pleasure wrecked her quickly, hips jerking and legs buckling as her walls constricted around him. She couldn’t even construct a proper word, a string of strangled, breathless sobs leaving her as she threw her head back. “Fuck, fuck-” Josh cried out, “so fucking sexy, pretty girl.” He moved her hand from her clit, replacing it with his own, working her through her orgasm. “Your pussy feels so good cumming all over my cock--ahh!” She was so tight around him, she knew he wasn’t far off either. “God, I’m gonna cum-” Maggie whimpered, doing her best to continue circling her hips, tightening around him still. “Cum for me, please, Joshy…” And it happened just as quickly as hers. Josh let out an animalistic cry as he released inside her, body jolting as the shock of his orgasm ran through him. Maggie felt almost lightheaded as she collapsed on top of him again, Josh still buried inside her.
They laid there for a few moments, pressed together, panting as they came down from their highs. Josh carefully pulled out, a gasp leaving his lips as Maggie whimpered weakly. “Holy fuck,” she whispered. “Shit. We should do that again.” Josh chuckled, arms wrapped lovingly around her as she rested her head on his shoulder, pressing sweet kisses to his neck. “We should. And we have way more opportunities now that you live here.” She just nodded once, snuggling closer to him somehow. “Holy shit, you live here now!” Maggie giggled, sitting up a little to look at his face. “Yeah. I live here now. I’ve lived here for almost a month.” “A month?!” Josh exclaimed, laughing a little. “You’ve lived here a month and it never came up in conversation?!” “I wanted to surprise you!” She defended, her grin matching his. “It just felt like sending you mail made more sense for us.” Josh smiled and pecked her lips, “it does. It makes the most sense for us.” He playfully slapped her ass causing her to yelp a little. “Go clean up and we can have a glass of wine.” Maggie kissed his cheek and stood up, making her way to the bathroom. She stopped for a moment, clinging to the doorway as she turned to look at Josh. “I have a question.” Josh turned on his side, pulling the throw blanket at the foot of her bed over his waist. “What’s that, love?” “You’re like...my boyfriend now, right?”
Josh just grinned and nodded, “yeah, I’m your boyfriend now.”
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