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greta-van-slut · 4 months

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Prettiest in the Morning

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: Jake is worth being late to work for.

Word Count: 2.3k +

Warnings: smut, (18+ ONLY) sweet morning sex with Jake, unprotected p in v, a little cock warming, fluff fluff & more fluff. tooth-rotting sweetness.

a/n: this was born purely from this wonderful request. enjoy, my loves.

"Call out today, honey. They don't need you as bad as I do."

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The incessant screaming of your morning alarm penetrates your dream state as your eyes slowly begin to open.

The sun's morning rays pay no mind to your blinds, peeking through them with a strength that makes it difficult for your eyes to adjust right away.

Through a squint, you take a look at your clock to catch the time.

6:45am

A drawn out sigh escapes your lips as you rub what’s left of your slumber from your eyes.

You roll your tired body over to see your lovely Jake, his mouth parted sweetly and carrying the faintest of snores. He’s still fast asleep as he’s cozily wrapped in your fluffy duvet. You smile at his soft, sleepy features that beckon you to stay tangled up with him.

But, alas, you must leave him. You have to be at work by 8:00am, much to your disdain.

You lean down to plant quiet kisses on your sleeping beauty. His eyelids, his nose, his lips– he stirs the slightest bit, a lethargic grin curling from the corners of his mouth. But his eyes stay shut, drawing him back into his deep rest.

You stretch your stiff limbs as you reluctantly pull yourself away from the warm covers.

Why must your bed be the comfiest when it’s time to get out of it? A question for the ages, no doubt.

You try your best to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake him. Lifted on the very tips of your toes, you pad across the cold wooden floor to your closet.

You shuffle through the threads set aside in a special section designated for your work clothes. You’re usually very meticulous in picking your daily work attire, but today, you just don’t have the interest for it.

Your arms feel extra heavy as you reach them over your head to grab the first blouse and pair of slacks you see. Your oversized sleep shirt (one of Jakes, of course) rises up just enough that you feel the cold, morning air against the bare skin of your thong clad ass that sends a chill up your spine. Yet another cruel reminder of how badly you wish to be in the warm bed, with Jake's body heat radiating on you like your own personal space heater.

You pull the garments from their hangers and tiptoe back to your room, stopping at your dresser as you set your clothes on the chair next to it.

You pull your shirt off, hissing at the cold air that hits your nearly naked form. Goosebumps appear on every inch of your chilled skin; your nipples harden instantly from the brisk temperature of your room. Jake has an affinity for keeping the room cool. You don’t mind it as long as you're snuggled up next to him in your bed, but it’s rather unpleasant when you’re not soaking up his warm body.

You can’t begin your day without moisturizing your skin. As cold as you are, you refuse to get dressed without lotioning up properly.

You take the nearest bottle and begin lathering yourself up with the vanilla scented cream. You prop your leg up on the chair your clothes are waiting for you on, running the slick blam over your calf and all the way up to the top of your thigh. You put that leg down and as you begin to work on the next, you hear a deep breath coming from the direction of the bed behind you.

You stall your movements, hoping you didn’t wake him.

But as you slowly turn your body around, you're met with his drowsy eyes fixed on you. His arms rest above his head and one bare leg sits atop the covers. Sprawled out beautifully and rather invitingly with a gorgeous smirk across his pink lips.

“Jake. I’m so sorry, baby. I tried not to wake you,” you softly mutter while you set the lotion bottle back on the dresser. “I hope you haven’t been awake long.”

He turns on his side and props his head up with one arm, keeping his heavy eyes on you. “You shouldn’t be sorry, lovely. I’m getting the show of a lifetime.”

You giggle as you grab your slacks and begin putting them on. But as you step the first foot in, Jake quickly interrupts you.

“No, no, don’t do that just yet. C’mere first.”

You can’t deny his pretty eyes, so you stop what you’re doing and walk over to him. He sits up to meet you, hands gently wrapping around your hips as you stand before him.

His face is so close; you feel each shallow breath against the exposed skin of your stomach, only intensifying the goosebumps already there from the cold.

“You’re the prettiest in the morning, you know that?” His eyes are locked with yours as he leans in to connect his lips just above your belly button. “And you smell so good, my sweet vanilla cupcake.”

You want to melt into him, to render yourself completely under his heated touch against your cold body.

You weave your fingers in his tangled locks while he continues to pepper the sweetest, laziest kisses against your tummy.

But reality suddenly sets in. You look to the clock once more; 7:05am.

With traffic being the worst during the morning rush, you’ll have to leave in no less than twenty minutes if you want to be at work on time. Even then, that’s a stretch.

“Baby, I have to get ready. I don’t want to be late,” you say through hitched breaths.

He hums into your skin, the warm vibration sending a flash of arousal to your core as you're mentally cursing the fact that you have to put an end to this so you can finish getting ready.

But just as you begin to do so, he quickly pulls you closer to him as he falls back on the bed and drags you on top of him.

You both get caught in a fit of giggles with the way he so perfectly calculated his movements so that your bodies would end up this way.

“Jakey,” you say through a breathless laugh, “I have to get ready for work. I really don’t want to be late.”

He takes your face in his hands, pulling it close to his and deeply kissing your lips. You can’t help but deepen it even further. He knows your weaknesses, and kissing him is number one on your list.

His velvety soft lips, the taste of his tongue, the way he nibbles ever so slightly on your lips— you find yourself craving his kisses more often than not.

His fingertips gently glide over your shoulders, down your arched back, stopping at the rounded curve of your ass. He squeezes the flesh in his hands while you begin to grind yourself on his hardened cock beneath your now soaked core.

He pulls his mouth away, leaving you chasing after him for more.

His blown out irises meet yours, a sly smile splayed on his kiss-swollen mouth.

“Just call out today, honey. They don’t need you as bad as I do.”

Before you can oppose, he flips you both over so he’s now on top of you.

“My sweet, beautiful girl. So pretty in the forenoon gleam,” he says, looking at you with eyes that say more words than his mouth ever could. A look that makes you feel as if you’re the only woman in his world. His fingers brush along the side of your cheek as you lean into his hand. “How could you ever make the grueling trek to work and depart from me?”

If you had it your way, you’d never leave him. Even for something as normal as going to your eight to five.

No; if you could, you’d stay here. Just like this, for the rest of your conceivable days.

“I love you, my sexy poetic lover,” you tell him. “But if you want me to keep my job, I simply must make the grueling tre—“

He promptly cuts you off with another kiss, gentle and sugary. Taking his time to enjoy the taste of you, and you’re quite enjoying it yourself— so much so that the time feels mute. It’s stopped completely, as far as you’re concerned.

He ruts his hips into your core, his hard cock rubbing against you, stealing your breath.

His kiss becomes more fervent, more hungry. Like he’s utterly starved for you.

You reciprocate right back. Your body craves his to be as connected with yours as humanly possible.

He breaks away, hovering his lips just above yours. Close enough that they brush over yours ever so softly.

“Can I show you how much I love you?” he asks in a hushed whisper. He sounds desperate, like his need for you is as dire as if his entire life depended on it.

You reach down between your bodies and tug his strained boxers down, then move your panties to the side, gasping at the crisp air of your room hitting your drenched center.

“Please, baby,” you mutter, nearly breathless at your unbridled need for him.

He smiles against your mouth while lining himself up with you, running his tip through your quivering folds. “That’s my pretty girl,” he says against your parted mouth. “Gonna take it slow and gentle, okay? Just wanna make you feel good, baby doll.”

He takes his time entering you, letting you feel every inch as he slowly glides all the way inside while you both sign in absolute relief.

His hips move in long and drawn out strides, allowing his cock slowly pump in and out of you.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily whispering sweet nothings in the shell of your ear.

He fills you so wonderfully and completely. The slightest bit of a sting present, but only in the most elating and erotic way.

“You’re so warm, baby doll,” he says, his lips ghosting over your tingling skin. “So perfect and tight. My beautiful sweetheart with the most pretty pussy.”

You wrap your legs tight around his back, keeping him as close to you as you can while his pace picks up just enough that your blissful end is just on the horizon.

“Jake, baby. You feel s- so good inside me. Right where you belong,” you mumble through staggered breaths.

You reach your hands to his sturdy shoulders, digging your nails in his damp skin. He whimpers in your ear, a sound you’ve come to realize is your absolute favorite.

“Yeah— this is where I belong, baby doll. Tucked away inside, just like this.” He stills himself inside you, his twitching cock causing you to flutter as he rests against your sweet spot. “I feel you, honey. Squeezing me like that, you’re so close. Can you give it to me?”

He lifts his thumb up to your mouth, and you instantly open up for him. He places it inside and you swirl your tongue around the pad just a little before he pulls it back out.

His wet thumb slides slowly down your body. He lifts himself up just a bit to reach for your throbbing clit, toying with it in gentle circles as he begins pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“Right there, baby, right there,” you muster in high pitched whines.

He leans in to meet your lips once more, and that is all it takes for your body to succumb.

You’re crashing hard into your wave of pleasure, your cunt pulses and throbs around him. Your back arches completely off the bed, your breathing labored and deep.

“There you go, baby doll,” His voice is low, his words raspy and faltered. “Gonna paint you nice and pretty, okay love?”

He pulls himself out, stroking his cock covered in your slick. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes roll in the back of his head.

He finishes all over your tummy. His warm cum feels like a blanket against your skin. His moans become almost uncontrolled, those beautiful noises that are prettier than any ballad.

He falls against you, his heaving chest colliding gently with yours.

“I love you, my perfect girl,” he whispers into your neck. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“I love you, Jakey.”

You brush your fingers through his hair, taming his disheveled length. You breathe him in deeply to savor this beautiful morning with him. You wish it could be like this always, that nothing could ever come between the two of you. Not even a job.

Shit.

Your job. You completely forgot.

You snap your head over to look at the clock, scared to be met with reality.

7:49am

“Oh fuck!” you yell. “I’m late for work!”

You kiss the crown of his head before he moves off of you. You jump up to get cleaned up, realizing that no matter how quick you move, you’ll never make it on time.

“Hey baby,” Jake says. “You know it’s Saturday, right?”

You stop dead in your tracks. There’s no way you forgot what day it was.

You take your phone off the nightstand and turn the screen on to check.

Sure enough, it’s fucking Saturday. Your day off.

“Jake! Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask as you shamefully drop your head in your hand.

He giggles sweetly, forcing a smile to soften your irritated features. “Well, because now I know you’d rather be here with me than at your silly old job.”

You toss your phone back on the nightstand and lay back down next to him, playfully smacking his biceps.

“That’s a risky game, Jacob.”

He chuckles he rolls you over on top of him. “I love you, baby doll.”

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greta-van-slut · 4 months

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A flame for going home.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: This thought invaded my mind this morning and I couldn't function until I wrote it down.

I should work on other things but this was everything I could think about the whole day.

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Word count: 1.2K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, oral (f!receiving).

Summary: Frustrated Jake needs you more than he needs air.

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It was the middle of the night when he finally came home.

The alarm clock on your bedside table signaled it was 3:25 AM.

And oh, you could tell he was pissed.

But you already knew that.

You knew that because, when you had texted him asking if he was coming home for dinner, he had replied with a single word.

No.

Usually, he never replied like that.

His love for unusual eccentric words often translated into long elaborated texts that sounded more like intricate handwritten letters from a lost time than quick words that traveled through the ether at the speed of the light.

This time it was different.

And, of course, you knew better than pissing him off even further by calling him.

You knew he wouldn't answer anyway.

So you ate what you had cooked alone and put his portions in the fridge, ready to be reheated for him when he finally came home.

Hours upon hours in the studio often resulted in him coming home frustrated beyond belief, often upset with himself or his brothers because something hadn't turned out as perfectly as they wished. So you didn't worry too much about it.

You had settled up everything for a relaxing bath for him too, in hopes to soothe his sleep.

He always had so much trouble sleeping when he was frustrated like that, even if he was really tired.

A hot bath usually calmed his nerves and helped him lull himself to sleep.

The sound of the front door slamming shut was what roused you from your slumber, along with a loud thud, probably caused by his guitar case being abandoned rather violently on the entrance floor.

You swore to yourself you'd stay awake to wait for him, but sleep had the best on you.

You heard him make his way up the stairs without a single word.

You tried to untangle yourself from the mess of blankets to stand and greet him with a sweet kiss.

You managed to sit on the edge of the bed but before you could stand he was already by the door.

Even in the low light of the room you could see that his jaw was set, his mouth a straight line.

“Hey baby, how are you? Dinner is in the fridge, let me get it ready for you.” You said, slowly peeling the covers from your body, your voice raspy and filled with sleep.

“I don't need that right now” he said, his voice was so razor sharp and harsh that you felt a pang of hurt in your chest.

He moved. His long strides brought him closer in a second. His sulken eyes rounded by dark circles pierced your soul and made you shiver.

You saw as his eyes darkened even more as his gaze traveled to your exposed legs.

Your heartbeat picked up.

Suddenly he dropped to his knees right in front of you using the covers that had slipped off the bed as a pillow and buried his face in your lap, inhaling deeply and holding his breath for a few seconds.

The sudden contact of his freezing skin with the hot one of your bare thighs made you gasp and shiver. Your hands buried into his hair and started massaging his scalp.

His hands grasped your hips and squeezed them so tightly you were sure he was leaving marks in their wake.

He tugged you swiftly towards the edge of the bed and his deft fingers hooked into your panties.

Then his eyes met yours from below silently, pleading with you to end his misery, pupils blown out and lips swollen from a day of biting and torturing the skin there waiting for this moment that had seemed every second farther from his grasp.

You knew what he was asking you and you nodded.

He needed it.

As soon as you nodded your head, he tugged at the fabric of your underwear, bringing it down your legs at record speed.

When his tongue finally made contact with the warmth between your legs, he groaned loudly and you gasped.

His hands tightened on your hips as he brought his face impossibly closer to you, inhaling deeply and humming at your taste. Your hands tightened in his hair.

“Jake” you whispered but he didn't separate from you. If possible, he pushed himself even further against you.

You didn't know how he managed to breath, but in all honesty it looked like breathing was the last thing on his mind at that moment.

His warm tongue never ceased to stroke your heat, paying close attention to your clit and drawing mindless shapes against and around it.

The hint of his mustache was driving you crazy.

The whimpers leaving your lips mirrored the little breathy moans and groans he let out against your damp skin.

When his scorching hot tongue slipped inside of you and his blunt nails dug into your skin, you came with a sweet tired chant of his name on your lips.

But he didn't stop.

His eyes flicked briefly upwards but he didn't even come up for air.

He delved right back in with no other care in the world that wasn't to feel you, taste you and breathe you in for the rest of his life.

Your body fell backwards on the bed and he moved closer. He moaned softly against your skin as your legs instinctively closed around his head, the vibrations of it making your back arch and your grip in his hair tighten.

You couldn't see it but his eyes rolled back the more you tugged at his hair and the more your cunt gushed for him. He drank you in relentlessly like he was trying to quench a never ending thirst.

He gifted you three orgasms that night, one more mind blowing than the last.

Then when he had had enough and you were trembling and had tears of pleasure streaking your cheeks, he slumped on the bed and wrapped you in a much awaited hug, breathing heavily.

“I needed that so bad, angel. Thank you” he whispered against your neck.

You didn't have words to answer him. His talented tongue and mouth had erased every little bit of sanity you still possessed.

You simply kissed him and tried to fix his disheveled hair.

An indefinite amount of time later you detangled yourself from him with a quick peck on his lips and a smile that he mirrored. You slowly made your way downstairs on wobbly legs, ignoring his grumbling about staying there with him.

You got him some snacks and a bottle of water and returned upstairs.

When you rounded the corner and entered the bedroom you were met with Jake’s sleeping form sprawled underneath the covers, his breathing deep and even and his face buried in your pillow.

He had the most beautiful and peaceful smile on his face as he slept soundly with your sweet taste still on his lips.

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