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Baby, It's Cold Outside pt 2
A/N: Hiii. So I wasn't planning on making this two parts... but someone asked for it and who am I to deny you guys. I like the way this turned out and I hope you do too! Hopefully soon I am able to put more Jake material out and shut up about Josh... anyways. Enjoy!
Word Count: 4k
WARNINGS: 18+ minors dni! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (please be safe), teasing, semi-public sex, shower sex, spanking, slight blood play (not really), choking, fingering, slight pain kink, overstimulation, oral sex (f/m/ rec), gagging, throat fucking, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation, hair pulling, p in v, dom (m) sub (f), light fluff at the end. Let me know if I missed anything.
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It’s been two days since you encountered Jake. Over the course of those days you had managed to convince yourself it only happened because of your injury. Your theory was that you lost so much blood you mistook Jake for Johnny Depp or some other insanely attractive man who resembles a pirate. It’s not like you liked Jake, in fact, you still despised him.
During meals you eat with both of your families, you’d avoid meeting his eyes. You could feel him staring at you through. His deep brown eyes trailing over your body as you licked on an ice cream cone or at a banana. You’d pretend not to notice as well as convincing yourself you were not doing all that for his entertainment. The ice cream just happened to melt all over your hand causing you to clean it up with your tongue. You just happened to like the feeling of the banana on your tongue so you’d occasionally drag it across the tip of it. It’s not like you coordinated it to the exact moment Jake’s eyes fell on you. It was all luck!
Tomorrow is your last full day at your winter getaway. Tonight, everyone fills into the living room to watch The Polar Express. Josh shuffles next to you, pulling the blanket from your lap and onto his. You give him a playful smack which he only laughs to. As an apology, he hands you a cherry flavored sucker which you happily take as compensation. After covering yourself up with a corner, everyone takes their seats.
“Jake, hurry up!” Karen yells from her seat in the reclining chair. 
Jake appears a few moments later with a drink in his hand. He stands in the middle of the room, his eyes scanning the perimeter. You do the same and your heart nearly stops when you realize there’s only one vacant seat. You meet Jake’s nervous eyes for a brief second before dragging them away. 
“Could you scoot over, Josh?” he sighs.
Josh’s eyes flick between his brother's face and the drink in his hand. “Don’t you think you should use a coaster?”
You keep your eyes glued to the TV in front of you as you watch the boys through your peripheral. Your heart beats in your chest and you wonder if Josh can feel it in the shoulder that’s pressed against his. Hell, that’s probably exactly why he ushers his brother over to the empty spot next to you. Pushing off your wrists that are planted on the cushions, you lift yourself so you’re nearly on top of Josh. Dramatically, he groans as he wiggles free. The couch is small, roughly big enough for two people to fit comfortably, but all three of you are relatively small. You fit, but not without your body sandwiched between the twins. 
You do your best to lean closer to Josh, pretending not to feel Jake's body heat surfing over your skin. Josh doesn’t say anything as he welcomes you to the spot, wrapping his arm around shoulder and pulling you into his chest. In any other situation your head would be spinning at the way Josh’s fingertips trace little circles into your arm. But it’s just Josh and everything that may ever happen between the two of you is strictly platonic so you melt into his arms.
About an hour and a half into the movie, the sore on your side begins to ache from the position Josh holds you in. You break away from his grasp, pushing yourself off of him and back into your vertical seated position. You’d forgotten just how little room is between you and Jake but quickly remember when your thighs meet. Your body freezes at the feeling and you forget how much you dislike him. 
Shaking it off, your hand scratches across a paper. Your fingers tussle with it before removing it as a whole. You bring the cherry flavored sucker to your lips and plop it into your mouth. You feel Jake tense up beside you, giving yourself a sense of power. 
You pretend to ignore his fiery gaze burning a hole through the side of your head as you pull the sucker between your lips. You trace the ball with the tip of your tongue as Jake’s fingernails dig into his thighs. You cross your legs, disguising the act that secretly causes you a sense of relief. Sticking your tongue out almost completely, you give the red candy a slow lick before hiding it into your mouth. You hear him exhale a short breath beside you. 
In seconds, he lets out another one, but this time you feel the warmth on your cheek. Jake’s leaning into you, his nose brushing against your cheek. You swallow and pull the sucker out from between your lips.
“Please stop sucking on that lollipop like that.” he whispers into your ear. His tone is filled with plea and a little bit of a warning.
“Why?” you reply, curious to how he will recover.
His hand trails onto your leg and you nearly gasp. “I keep imagining those lips of yours sucking on me and fuck… I’m getting way too turned on over you eating candy.”
His fingers grab the meat of your thigh and you glance around the room to see if anyone’s watching. Everyone is focused on the ending of the movie, including Josh whose eyes are laser focused on the screen in front of him.
“Jake…” you say in a low tone as his pinky finger brushes against your clit.
“You don’t like the idea?” His voice sounds like honey dripping from a comb as the small digit returns to your clit. “Cumming on my fingers while our whole family sits next to us in silence?”
“No, I don’t.” you breathe.
His hands tug your underwear away from your core and he immediately runs a finger through your folds. “Oh, angel you lie. You’re soaked. Is this all for me? You shouldn’t have.” he says, sticking his tongue out and kitten-licking your cheek.
“Fuck…” you whine as his finger works fast tight circles into your clit. Your eyes shoot around the room in panic. No one has said a word, the TV drowning out the sounds.
Jake smirks, kissing your exposed neck. “So fucking dirty,”
You close your eyes, savoring the feeling of him you worked so hard to forget. Suddenly, his movements stop. He pulls his hands away from your body making you hiss. When you open your eyes, the lights are on and everyone is standing up. The movie is over. 
You look at Jake who has pink cheeks and a shit-eating smirk on his face. He brings his finger to his mouth and tucks them inside. Your jaw loosens as he licks them clean, pulling them out of his mouth with a pop. Then, he stands on his feet and leaves the room. 
You’re frozen in place. Jake practically just finger banged you in front of your whole family? God, you really are sick. 
“You okay? Did the end get you too?” Josh asks, concern written across his features as a hand rests on your shoulder.
“Uh, yeah.” you say slowly with a nod of your head. “Are you going to bed?”
“Yeah, probably. You?” 
“I need to shower. Gotta keep this bad boy cleaned.” you say, pointing to your stomach.
Josh winces. “Good idea. They might have to amputate your lower half if it gets infected.”
“That’s fine,” you shrug. “You could take care of me.”
“And I would.” he smiles, ruffling your hair. “G’night.”
“Night, Josh.”
Fifteen minutes later, you shuffle into the upstairs bathroom. You had to fight off the urge to knock on Jake’s bedroom door that’s stationed right across from your destination. You’re exhausted and horny as you step into the shower. The water is warm as it cascades down your body. You shampoo your hair, scrubbing and massaging your scalp until your arms ache. You tend to your wound, washing it with specific soap Josh had bought for you at the drugstore. Finally, you flip the shower head onto your favorite mode and begin to run it across your body.
You trace your breasts, the water stimulating your nipples until they form a peak. You tease yourself, running it across your torso and over your hips. With a moan, it reaches your clit. Your hand holds onto the wall, holding you up as your eyes screw shut. Biting down on your lip, you whine as the water pressure strategically moves across your clit.
Then, the door shuts. You freeze and yank the handle away from your heat. You listen for anyone to speak, but nothing fills the room besides the beating of your heart and the sound of running water.
Curiously, you peek your head out of the curtain. You see Jake standing against the sink, arms crossed over his chest. When he sees you, he smirks.
“Miss me, darling?” he laughs, gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.
“Not at all. You can leave now.”
“I’d rather not. Besides, I don’t start things I can’t finish.”
You roll your eyes and pull your head back inside the shower. “If you’re referencing me, don’t bother. I guarantee the water pressure will do a better job than you.”
He clicks his tongue. “Do you not recall the other night? Do you want me to repeat your words?”
“Oh don’t even!”
“I made you cum so hard. All fucking over baby,” he says.
You can’t see his face but you can imagine his eyebrows furrowed together. You wonder if he’s stripping himself right now to join you. The thought makes you pool between your legs.
“I thought you were Johnny Depp,” you scoff.
“Oh, you’re funny,” he says as he rips the curtain open.
Facing him, your cheeks burn as his eyes devour you. He sticks his lip out and runs it over his bottom lip, releasing a groan as he does so. You don’t cover yourself or even bother trying to close the curtain. He’s rock hard, bobbing in the air. You marvel at the size of him, all the feelings of him inside you suddenly resurfacing in your memory. 
“You like what you see?” he holds your gaze.
“Not really, I’ve had better.”
As soon as you finish your sentence, his hand wraps around your neck and he pushes you against the back of the shower. You moan as the cool surface meets your back. His nose is nearly touching yours, his eyes filled with a mischievous glimmer.
“Gonna make you cum till you fucking cry,” he spits.
“Promise?” you wink.
Your lips crash together. With teeth knocking together, you melt into his mouth. Your tongue swirls in him, tasting his saliva as his hand gropes your ass. You moan when he gives it a slap. He swallows your sounds along with your lips. He bites your bottom one, a metallic taste spreading over your tongue. You moan into him, arching your back as you search for friction. His hands drag down your body until they meet your heat.
He cups your dripping pussy, playing with it like putty in his hands. His lips curl into a smile against your mouth, his hand still snaking around your neck. He pulls away to admire your state; wet hair, red face, and eyes nearly rolled in the back of your head. He’s close enough that you stick your tongue out and trace his swollen lips. 
His finger begins to work circles over your clit. You quiver at the contact, mouth hanging open. He removes the hand from your neck and moves it to your breast. He takes it into his hand, rolling and flicking the nipple between his fingers. You moan when he wraps his lips around your hardened peak. As he twirls the flesh between his wet lips, his finger teases your entrance.
“Fuck, Jake,” you whine as he slips it inside of you. He doesn’t move, making you thrash against him with impatient cries. “Stop teasing!”
“Fine,” he growls, removing his middle finger and adding his ring finger.
He thrusts his two digits into you with so much force you rise to your tippy toes. You let out a deep moan of satisfaction, causing Jake to twitch against your thigh. He steps back, holding you against the shower wall with his forearm as he repositions his hand. His hand that’s draped across your chest moves a bit so your tit is in the palm of his hand. You whine as he squeezes it, the pain exciting you. 
Returning to his original task, his fingers curl inside of you. Your back pushes off the flat surface as your eyes begin to water. Jake thrusts his hands inside of you–hard. You stare at him, mouth agape, as his fingers fuck you into oblivion. You’re a withering mess in front of him, a private show only he could see. The sound of his fingers repeatedly fucking into at a merciless pace fill the room, creating a chorus along with your desperate cries and moans.
“You should see yourself,” he says, pushing his body against yours to kiss you. “Gonna cum for me, princess? Gonna be a good girl and mark number one off the list?”
His encouragement pushes you towards the edge. You feel yourself clenching around him but you hold it back. Gritting your teeth, you shake your head ‘no’ at him. He quirks an eyebrow, taking your retaliation as a challenge. With a growl he removes the arm pinning you against the wall and places it on your clit. You buck your hips as one set of fingers fuck into your pussy and the other terrorizes your clit. You bite your lip as you near the edge.
Electricity spirals through your veins, causing your body to twitch. With eyes glued shut and your mouth hung open, Jake works you through the first orgasm. Your head spins as the warmth spreads through your whole body, reaching places it never has before. As your orgasm fades away, Jake’s fingers increase. 
“Jake–the fuck?” you pant. You grab onto his wrist and attempt to pry him away from your sensitive clit.
He grabs it and holds it tightly. “You wanted me to be rough, so I’m being rough, darling. What’s the matter, you can’t take it?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, instead, he sinks to his knees. The knot reappears in your stomach as you see him knelt in front of you. “Wider.”
You manage to spread your legs even further apart, allowing Jake to slip in between them. He kisses your clit, his fingers still pumping into you, before pulling the bundle of sore nerves into his mouth. Your stomach burns as overstimulation sinks in, causing your hands to wrap themselves around Jake’s chestnut locks. He laps at your clit like it’s the only thing he was ever made to taste. The ball of fire in your stomach intensifies so much you wonder if it’s going to burst through your stomach.
“Jacob!” you whine as the fire inside you finally explodes.
Your legs give out until you’re completely sitting on Jake’s face. He pulls his fingers out of you, using his newly freed hands to squeeze your ass into his mouth. He sucks and licks until your legs stop shaking and his chin is soaked with your release. He kitten licks all down your thighs, cleaning up every last drop of your juices. When your vision becomes clear again, you look down and watch him pull away from you. His eyes are fixated on you.
“That’s my good girl,” he kisses the inside of your thigh. “You look so pretty in your post-orgasm haze, doll. Are you ready for more?” You audibly gasp at his words which he laughs at as he rises to his feet. “Get on your knees, princess.”
Between your aching muscles and his demand, it takes nothing to sink so you’re on your knees. He’s painfully hard–begging to be touched– to be relieved. You give Jake your best doe eyes and watch him twitch just inches from your face. Holding his eyes, you stick your tongue out and drag it across the tip of him.
“Is this what you imagined when I sucked that lollipop, Jakey?”
“Fuck–yeah.” he says, running the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “So hot.”
“I bet you wished that was your cock, hm? Did you wish I was sucking your tip instead of that nasty cherry flavored candy?” You lean forward and place a kiss on him. He shutters and lets out the softest whimper you’ve ever heard. “You taste so much better, baby.”
“Jesus,” his eyes widen as you take him into your mouth. “Atta girl. Just like that, pretty girl.” he encourages as you take him all the way down. “You’re so fucking perfect,”
Moving one of your hands, you cup his balls. He groans and thrusts into your face. You gag around his length, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. The sound excites Jake, causing his hands to sit on the crown of your head. He begins to work himself into your mouth while staring down at you. Your eyes water and your eyes burn as you focus on your breathing. One particularly hard thrust has you releasing a gag that burns the entirety of your chest. 
“Gag,” he demands, stuffing himself even further. You repeatedly gag around him as your nose brushes against the patch of pubic hair. “God, look at you gagging on my cock. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
His eyes screw shut as he whimpers above you, fucking himself down your throat. The idea of you being nothing to him but a fuck toy turns you on more than it should. You’d do anything for him and the thought excites you. 
He pulls out of your mouth and pulls you to your feet by a fistfull of hair. He brings you to his lips and begins to kiss you. It’s soft and passionate, making butterflies swirl in your stomach. His lips work over yours, his tongue tracing your bottom lip as you exchange small moans. 
Then, he pulls you away from him. With hands gripping onto your hips, he spins you around so your back is to him. He presses the palm of his hand on your back and bends you at the waist. 
“Grab onto the wall, pretty,” he directs, kissing your shoulder blade.
He lines himself up, dragging himself through the slick of your folds. Your body shudders as he reaches your clit. He chuckles to himself before sliding the tip in. He moves both hands to your hips as he slowly stretches you onto him. It burns so deliciously you’re desperate to feel it again. He works himself into you until he reaches the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” you whine as his hips snap into you. You let out a sharp cry, biting your cheek in the process.
“Just take it. Be my good little slut and take my cock,” he thrusts into you. 
As he fucks into you, your body begins to go limp. The idea of another orgasm makes you light headed, but you need it. The urge is building up in your core, every thrust and moan Jake delivers getting you closer. He’s warm as he twitches inside of you, cursing your name into the steam of the burning shower.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” he warns. “Still on the pill?”
“Yes. Give it to me. Please, I need it.”
“How bad?”
“So bad, Jake!”
“Jesus, say that again.”
“Jake, cum in me.” you beg him pathetically.
You feel him pull out of you, his absence making tears spill from the corner of your eyes. After a moment, you feel his hot release coating your fucked-out pussy. As he finishes onto your cunt, your knees shake and you whimper. You need to feel him again, feel him pounding into you.
“Fuck me again, Jake.”
“God, look at you. All fucked out with my cum running down your legs and you want more? You want me to fuck it back into you?” he questions, running his tip through his cum that’s soaking your pussy. 
“Please,” is all you’re able to say.
It suffices because in record timing his cock is back inside of you. You can feel his release entering your body as he pounds into you. He pulls out again, dragging the head of himself back through your folds. After gathering up everything he can, he enters you. He repeats this motion over and over again until your third orgasm rips through you.
“Gonna get you pregnant, princess. You’re fucking mine, all mine. Fuck, take my cum. Oh God, I’m cumming again–fuck!”
He whines as your orgasm burns inside of you. Tears stream down your face, your lips red and bloody from biting them so hard. His words should scare you, but they don’t, they only fuel your release. You feel Jake twitching inside of you as his hips snap into your ass, his fingernails digging into it. You feel him spill inside of you, profanities leaving his mouth along with your name. The way he says it is like a religious song, a chorus sung to only the highest of honors.
He works himself into you until he’s done. After a few moments, he pulls away, a groan escaping you as he does so. You lay in place, unable to find the strength to move. Jake notices this and gently pulls you into his chest and back under the long forgotten water. 
“Are you okay, love?” he looks into your eyes.
“I’m great,” you give him a sheepish grin. 
“Good. Let's get you cleaned up.”
After telling Jake you already shampooed your hair, he insists on massaging your scalp. His fingers work through your locks, fingertips gently scraping your scalp. He hums as he does so–some inaudible song Josh had probably been humming– making your eyelids close. After focusing on your head, he moves his wet hands down your neck, kneading into the skin as he’s making bread. You groan at the feeling making Jake press his lips into the crown of your head. He works along your back, knuckles digging into your muscles as you grow limp in his arms. You rest your head in the crevice of his neck, your eyelids heavy out of tiredness. 
“How was your day?” he hums.
“You don’t have to ask that,”
“I know. But I want to,” he admits.
“It was fine. I’m bummed about going home soon,”
“Yeah me too. These past few days have been… nice.”
You giggle in his arms. “I would agree but I was nearly paralyzed in a skiing accident that was your doing,”
“Hey,” he mumbles, pulling you away from him so he can look at you. His hand cradles your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles into the skin. “I am sorry, but you know that’s not what I mean by nice,”
You raise an eyebrow. “What did you mean, Jake?”
He shrugs and looks at the wall for a moment before returning to you. “You know, not hating each other.”
“We weren’t exactly best friends either.” you remind him, thinking back to the awkwards dinners.
“I know, you’ve got my brother for that.” he rolls his eyes.
“And you have me for this,” you kiss his neck.
“That’s true. Take that, Josh.” he raises his voice a bit higher, making you chuckle. After a moment of silence he continues, his voice much more serious, “I like spending time with you, but I don’t want to start something–”
“I know, Jake. It’s okay, really. Long distance isn’t easy,”
“Especially with you,” he smirks. “But I’ll let you know if I’m ever around.”
“I’d like that. Besides, we’ll always have your bi-yearly trips.” you remind him.
“We do,” he tangles his fingers in your hair. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for the next one.”
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Dreams, by George Pratt and Sam Kieth.
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THE MAXX (1995)
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The Maxx
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My collection of drawing Sam Kieth's the MAXX grows every year.
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The Sandman #3
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Freddy Krueger A Nightmare on Elm Street 4 Cover by Sam Kieth
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Marvel Comics Presents Vol 1 91 / Published: December 1991 / Artist: Sam Kieth
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Page from Freak Force #15. 1997 . Art by Victor Bridges and Al Gordon.
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Sam Kieth - Wizard #20 The Maxx and the Leopard Queen Gatefold Cover Original Art (Wizard, 1993)
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Dude I
I freaking love him🙁💖
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The Hollows #1 [textless] (2012)
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Sam Kieth: Wolverine
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Today in 1988, Dream of the Endless debuted in The Sandman #1 by Neil Gaiman, Sam Keith and Mike Dringenberg with a cover by Dave McKean.
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