#gretavanfleet fic

[streamsofstardust]

Moment's Silence | d.r.w x s.f.k

danny wagner x sam kiszka

word count: 4,967

content warnings: tiny bit of dirty talk like such a small amount, oral (m receiving/m giving), like the tiniest little bit of dom!danny but also not really, sub!sam... kinda, first time taking a ride on the fruity side, sam get anxious for a bit

summary: for danny and sam, the real fun starts after the party

a/n: I'm really trying to get consistent with posting fics. please don't hold your breath but I'm trying. also I'm scared as hell to post this bc some people aren't into slash fics and if it's not your cup of tea please just keep scrolling. this fic came from a conversation with @ofthecaravel and something i thought would be short turned out to be, well, not. but y'all know i tend to write a lot. anyway, happy pride

It had been a wild night and Danny and Sam were, without a doubt, hammered. Each of them had their fair share of mixed drinks, hard seltzers, and shots of straight liquor that night, but hey, the end of finals season was cause for celebration. And with the knowledge that their final year of college was starting in a few short months, the pair decided it was a perfectly good time to have fun.

Though maybe they'd had a bit too much fun.

The two men stumbled into their apartment as their uber driver sped down the street, no doubt on their way to pick up the next group of drunken college students. Sam had fumbled with the key for a time that felt excruciatingly too long to Danny, so Danny grabbed the keys and used as much focus as he could in his state to unlock the front door.

Upon entering their home, Sam flung himself face first onto the couch in the living room.

“Daniel, I dunno about you but I think I might have had a bit too much this evening.” He muttered, his face squished into the plush fabric of the couch. One of his long arms dangled off the side, his knuckles grazing the carpeted floor, while his legs were sticking out off the edge of the arm rest.

Danny huffed a breathy laugh as he sat down to untie the laces of his boots. Realizing Sam hadn't taken his own shoes off, Danny made his way over to the couch to remove them.

“Yeah I'm right there with ya Sammy.” He rubbed his hands over his face, pausing before speaking again. “God this hangover is gonna put me on my ass.”

“Dan?” Sam questioned softly.

“Yeah?” Danny looked up from where he sat on the floor, smiling ever so slightly at the sight of Sam's eyes fully closed, his plump lips pursed from being pressed against the seat.

“The twins are gonna fucking kill us if we’re late for practice tomorrow.”

The two men groaned at the shared thought, fully knowing how true the statement was. All four of them had a habit of being late, but Danny and Sam had a feeling they'd be struggling to make it out of their beds at all when the morning came.

“We should probably go to bed, right?” Danny asked his friend, already knowing the answer.

Sam nodded, lifting himself off the couch slowly to avoid making himself nauseous. After Danny stood up from the floor, the two walked into the kitchen to grab water, then down the hall where their bedrooms were.

Sam, clearly unable to keep his eyes fully open, was bumping into the wall every so often as he walked to his room. Danny laughed, grabbing Sam's hand and pulling him in the right direction, trying to avoid the bassist getting covered in any bruises.

Once they got into his room, Sam immediately dropped himself onto his bed, not bothering to remove the clothes he’d worn to the party.

“Come on, Sam, at least get undressed.” Danny playfully scolded, reaching forward to unbutton his friend's shirt.

The unexpected movement had Sam opening his eyes, a smirk appearing on his face as he watched the drummer fiddle with the fabric. Sam suddenly found himself much more awake than he had been, propping himself up on his elbows to get closer to Danny.

“Sheesh Daniel, if you wanted to get me naked all you had to do was ask.”

Danny rolled his eyes at Sam's words, unhooking the last button and stepping back.

“Funny, Sam. You can take care of your pants, I did my fair share.”

Sam furrowed his brows as he responded. “You sure? Because honestly you were doing such a great job taking care of it for me. Truly, where would I be without you Daniel?”

Letting out a soft chuckle, Danny shook his head and sat on the bed next to Sam, lifting his hands to release his unruly curls from the bun he’d confined them in.

“Probably passed out in the bushes somewhere on the side of a random street in Detroit.”

Sam's trademark stoner laugh rang loud in the room. “Ya know what? You're probably right. I guess I have to keep you by my side for the rest of our lives.”

Danny closed his eyes, the comfort of Sam's bed slowly dragging him into the comfort of a drunken sleep. He paid little attention to his words or surroundings. “Nowhere else I'd rather be Sammy.”

Sam, who had still been sitting up, looked over at his best friend. There was a feeling of warmth in his chest that he couldn't quite place the origin of, though he had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with Danny's words. It was odd, foreign even, to be hit with a feeling he wasn't used to when it came to Danny. Of course he knew he loved Daniel more than life, and that the feeling was mutual, but something about this felt… different. He took advantage of the drummer’s eyes being closed and let himself look at his friend.

He looked at the way Danny's long, dark eyelashes rested over the tops of his cheeks. How his soft lips parted just the smallest amount, his tongue slowly poking through to moisten them. The way his broad upper body moved with each deep breath he took. How his left hand gently played with the loose curls at the top of his head.

Sam found himself imagining playing with Danny's hair, twirling the curls around his long fingers, waiting silently to hear soft noises of approval fall from Danny’s lips and-

That was new.

The presence of the thought threw Sam off completely, immediately pulling him out of the daze he’d been in. He'd never imagined something like that, at least not with his best friend. And yet, despite being incredibly shocked by his own mind’s machinations, Sam couldn't say he was bothered by any of it. He wouldn't go openly admitting that though, and to deal with this new feeling, he decided to act, rather than speak, not entirely trusting himself at that moment. Afterall, it was probably just the alcohol messing with his head. He removed his shirt, then reached for the buckle of his belt, trying to be as silent as possible as he undid it and slid his pants down.

Danny hadn't spoken in a few minutes, and with no question as to why Sam hadn't responded to his last statement, the bassist assumed he’d fallen asleep. That was, of course, until Danny reached his arm closest to Sam's side to pull him back down onto the bed.

“Go to sleep Sam.” Danny's words were soft, barely making it out of his mouth.

“I thought you were asleep already.”

“Trying to be. Stop talking and go to bed.”

“Are you staying in here?” Sam questioned. It wouldn't be the first time the two had shared a bed, usually after drunken nights similar to this, but for some reason, Sam felt nervous to ask.

Danny scoffed. “Does it look like I'm moving?”

“I could make you.”

Danny chuckled at Sam's words, hearing the playful twinge in his voice “Doubtful.”

Sam, never being one to back away from a challenge - though one hadn’t exactly been posed - leaped up, straddling Danny's hips and immediately poking random parts of Danny's upper body. When that didn't garner a reaction, Sam sat back and released a frustrated breath, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“Gonna have to try harder than that Sammy.”

Danny still hadn't opened his eyes, and Sam realized he could use that against him. Since Danny couldn’t see Sam's next moves, he did the only thing he could think of and began placing quick little kisses all over Danny's face.

This, naturally, was what got Danny's attention and his eyes shot open, his hands grabbing Sam's biceps to push him back and away from his face.

He laughed at his friend’s antics, figuring Sam was just drunkenly being silly. “You fucking dork! What are you doing??”

“Trying to make you leave so I can have my bed all to myself. Is it working?” When Sam finally noticed the grip Danny had on his arms, he swallowed harshly, immediately shoving any subsequent thoughts as far down as they could possibly go.

Danny shook his head, closing his eyes once more and lowering his arms to rest loosely on Sam's waist. “No, now lay down and go. To. Sleep.”

Sam, however, had other ideas, and after deciding to keep up with his alcohol-fueled, flirtatious actions, he continued harassing his friend. Danny, having shed his own shirt before working to remove Sam’s, brought one of his hands away from Sam’s waist, dropping it on his own bare chest. He softly dragged his hand against his skin, self soothing to help him fall asleep. It was then that Sam elected to leave more innocent kisses and pokes along Danny’s skin. Any spot he could reach, he touched; Danny’s face, shoulders, arms, all of it.

“Haha, Sam, quit it. I’m tired.” Danny muttered, chuckling and bringing his hand back to Sam’s waist to once again move him away from his body. Neither had commented on the fact that Sam was still straddling Danny, but both of them weren’t exactly sober enough to pick up on quite a few things. Another being how strange it was that Sam was kissing Danny.

“Well I’m not.” Sam countered.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Danny’s tone was light and playful as he spoke.

While Danny’s eyes were still shut, Sam leaned forward and licked the tip of his prominent nose, then sat back to giggle at his own actions.

Danny’s eyes opened at the warm and wet sensation, one of his hands flying up to wipe the saliva off his scrunched nose. “Ew! You weirdo, that was so gross.” He spoke through laughter, Sam’s own laugh harmonizing.

Without thinking, Sam bent down once more, this time licking a long stripe from Danny’s collarbone, up the side of his neck, and to his ear. After hearing Danny’s breath catch and feeling the drummer’s grip on his waist tighten, he spoke, whispering softly into his ear.

“Not so gross anymore, huh?” Sam’s voice had dropped a few octaves, and rather than sounding as if he was just fooling around, he now sounded intentionally flirtatious, almost seductive.

Before Danny could respond, Sam repeated the action of leaving kisses on Danny’s bare skin, this time, moving much slower and savoring each one. He felt Danny’s pulse quicken under his lips, as well as the harsh swallow that followed one particular kiss right under his ear.

“S-Sammy-”

“Shhh. It feels nice right?” Sam’s question could’ve been rhetorical, and perhaps it was, but he was certainly satisfied when Danny nodded his head, a soft, barely there ‘yeah’ leaving his lips.

Moving back, Sam took a moment to observe Danny’s present state once more. His pupils had expanded a fair amount, the black shade overtaking his bright, hazel irises. His breaths were coming in rapid succession, and his grip still hadn’t left Sam’s waist. While he might have thought it was subtle, Sam noticed the way Danny’s eyes shifted between his own and his lips, and he smirked.

But that marked the end of Sam’s upper hand for the time being. Maintaining his grip on the bassist, Danny shifted to sit up against the headboard, pausing a moment to give Sam a chance to back away. When he didn’t, Danny lifted his hands to grab Sam’s face, pulling him into a searing kiss. Sam hesitated for the briefest moment, somehow not anticipating his friend’s actions, despite the way he’d been acting. After he collected himself, he mimicked Danny’s hand placement and kissed him back just as fiercely. Both men released deep sighs, as if there had been a growing tension that was rapidly dissolving with every kiss.

Sam’s tongue moved to part Danny’s lips, licking over his bottom lip before entering his mouth. Danny groaned in response, his hips bucking up against his will. The action had Sam inching forward, resting his groin over Danny’s and grinding ever so slightly, hoping to hear those deep sounds once more.

Sam detached his lips from Danny’s, placing kisses to the side of his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, and back to his neck, feeling an urge to leave a mark. Danny’s content sighs encouraged him, his teeth slightly nipping at the drummer’s warm skin and sucking before lapping over the bruise with his tongue.

Danny’s head was spinning, but whether it was from the copious amounts of alcohol coursing through his body or Sam’s touch, he didn’t know. He whined at the feeling, subconsciously tilting his head to grant Sam further access to the open skin of his throat.

“Fuck, Sammy. What-what are we doing?” If anyone was going to pose the question in the heat of the moment, it made sense that it was Danny. He’d always been considerably more level headed and responsible than his counterpart, yet as the minutes passed, Danny felt less and less inclined to act in his normal fashion. In fact, the question had truly been posed as nothing more than confirmation that both of their actions really were happening, that everything was real, and not a drunken illusion.

But there was no mistaking the way Sam’s soft lips felt on his skin, nor the feeling of his cock hardening beneath his shorts. And Danny knew he wasn’t the one controlling Sam’s hips, which had still been rocking against him in a steady motion. He also didn’t miss how Sam, too, was growing increasingly hard under his boxer briefs.

Sam moved from Danny’s neck to speak into his ear, the warmth of his breath making Danny shiver. “Having fun. Unless you want to stop and actually go to sleep.”

If he was stone cold sober, Danny would’ve probably been embarrassed by how quickly he reacted to Sam’s suggestion, shaking his head and whispering several no’s. Sure, it was different, and maybe once he had a chance to properly reflect on the situation, he’d find it odd, perhaps even wrong in every way, but at that moment, none of that seemed to matter. The only thing either of them appeared to focus on was how good the other’s body felt against their own, and how desperate for more they both felt.

Danny felt Sam smirk against his skin, hearing a cocky “didn’t think so” escape Sam’s lips. He could’ve let Sam maintain control, avoiding the responsibility of making decisions or the anxiety that might have plagued him at the idea of initiating anything more. But he didn’t. With one swift move, Danny flipped their positions, Sam now finding himself on his back with the drummer straddling his waist. He swallowed harshly, suddenly feeling turned on by his friend’s strength in ways he hadn’t in the past.

“You’re such a little shit sometimes, Sam.”

Sam scoffed, the smirk reappearing on his face as he spoke teasingly. “Me being a little shit got us into this position, Daniel, and you certainly don’t seem to be complaining.” His eyes drifted lower to where Danny’s erection was barely being contained by his clothing before meeting Danny’s eyes once more. “Actually, it looks to me like you’re really enjoying all of this.”

Danny finally let himself look down at where his and Sam’s groins were pressed together, internally wishing his pants were already off so he could feel that much more. His body felt hot, almost too hot, but in the best way possible. They’d been around each other long enough to accidentally notice when the other was hard, but it always seemed funny before this evening. Now, there was nothing funny about the way Sam’s achingly hard cock twitched under Danny’s weight. And there was certainly nothing funny about the way Danny found himself craving the feeling of Sam’s bare skin against his own.

He grabbed Sam’s wrists, pinning his arms above his head and bent down, capturing the bassist's lips in another messy kiss. Both men felt nearly feral for the other, a clear need for more being extremely present in their movements.

To retaliate, Danny trailed his lips to the side of Sam’s neck, sucking a bruise to match the one he’d previously received. He groaned at the whimper Sam released, accidentally getting carried away and leaving a few more marks.

“Shit, Danny. God, that feels good.” Sam moaned, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

The sound of his name dripping off Sam’s tongue made Danny shudder, and he knew it would be burned in his mind forever. If this sequence of events never happened again, at least he’d have that to think about. But now wasn’t the time for worrying or ‘what if’s.’

Danny softly nibbled on Sam’s ear, relishing in the sound the action produced. “Do not move your hands. Do you understand?”

“What? Dan, come on, I want to touch you. Don’t-”

“I said,” Danny sat up, one of his hands harshly gripping Sam’s jaw and forcing him to look into his eyes. “Do you understand?”

Having heard quite a bit about Daniel’s sexual endeavors, he wasn’t completely shocked by the dominance in his friend’s voice. But that tone had never been used with Sam, and that was what threw him off. His pulse was racing, and his mouth suddenly felt very dry. He nodded weakly, ready to let Danny do anything and everything to him that he wanted. While neither of them had a solid idea as to how far all of this would go, Sam knew he’d agree to anything Danny suggested, and he had a feeling Danny would do the same.

“Good boy.” Danny purred, a smirk of his own appearing on his face at the sight of Sam being so quick to submit to him.

He stood up from the bed, removing his shorts, but leaving on his briefs. He didn’t want to make any assumptions, especially given that this was the first time either of them had explored this type of relationship. Regardless, Danny felt the need to shed at least one layer, his body thrumming with a desire to feel closer to Sam.

Returning to his position on the bed, Danny was pleased to see Sam’s hands hadn’t moved from the spot he put them in. He straddled Sam once more, but sat a bit further back to grant himself access to trace his fingers delicately over the outline of Sam’s cock.

“Danny, stop teasing. Fuck, please stop teasing and just touch me.” Sam shamelessly begged.

Rather than give into the request, Danny shifted his hips up, his own erection now being pressed directly against Sam’s. The two of them moaned, and Danny took this as a chance to continue, moving his body to grind down. His actions were slow, intentionally drawn out but done with enough force to give both of them the friction they desired. He was struggling to stay composed, the feeling paired with the general circumstances being nearly sufficient to draw him to his orgasm. Sam, from what Danny could see, was feeling the same, his eyes shutting as his head tossed back onto the pillow. After a moment, Sam’s hips began lifting, perfectly meeting Danny’s rhythm as if they’d done this dozens of times already.

Being unable to touch Danny was driving Sam insane, and although he was slightly frustrated by the thought, he hoped begging would provide him with what he wanted.

“Dan, Danny please let me move. I wanna touch you, feel more of you. Fuck, wanna taste you so badly. Please, please let me.” Not a single part of Sam felt embarrassed by the sound of his voice. He couldn’t find it in himself to care about how whiny he was being, nor did he care about how easily he let Danny take control. If anything, he loved it. For a moment, Sam wondered how Danny would act if it wasn't their first time in bed together.

Perhaps at another time, Danny would’ve made Sam beg more, but hearing those words leave Sam’s lips in that submissive tone made him even harder. And, fuck, Sam begging to taste him? He felt like a horny teenager, seconds away from exploding.

But still, Danny remained at least somewhat level headed, and out of concern that Sam might have spoken in the heat of the moment, he took a second to double check.

“Are you sure, Sammy? We don’t- you don’t-”

“Dan, I appreciate the concern but I swear if you don’t pull our underwear off in the next five seconds, I’m ripping yours clean off of your body.” Sam’s words came out rapidly, absolutely no hint of his typical joking tone, his heavy breathing giving away just how desperate he felt.

Without a verbal response, Danny followed Sam’s request, shifting to remove his own boxers before placing his hands at the top of Sam’s. He was torn between wanting to strip Sam bare or tease him just a bit more, wanting to hear those sweet whines fall from Sam's lips. After some brief contemplation, he went with the latter, slowly pulling the material down and tossing it on the floor where his had landed.

He never thought he’d be face to face with this one particular part of his best friend, but instead of being weirded out by it, he felt hungry. Sam had stated how badly he wanted to taste Danny, and Danny would be lying if he didn’t feel the same. Neither of them knew what they were doing, acting purely on instinct alone, but it seemed to be playing out smoothly and it was clear they both craved more.

And then, as though a flick switched inside him, Danny replayed Sam’s words in his head. Instead of giving Sam what he fully desired, he reached his hand down, wrapping it around Sam’s length and giving a few gentle, experimental strokes. Sam whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut and his toes curling from pleasure.  It wasn't nearly enough, but god it felt nice. Danny was touching him considerably softer than he would’ve touched himself, but something about that, and the fact that it was Danny’s hand wrapped around his cock, made everything that much hotter.

But just as quickly as Daniel’s touch was there, it was removed.

“Christ, you’re a tease, Wagner.” His hands toyed with the pillow case beneath his head as he spoke.

Danny moved off of Sam and sat down next to him, leaning up against the headboard and doing his best to muster up some semblance of confidence. He bent one of his arms behind his head, his other hand grasping his cock to stroke himself.

“Well. You were begging to touch me, to taste me, weren’t you Sammy? Go on then, show me what you’ve got.”

Sam gulped, nearly choking on his own saliva. Not wanting to wait a second longer, he sat up, placing himself between Danny’s legs and bringing his head up to be eye level with Danny’s intimidatingly large length. His nimble fingers wrapped around the appendage, his grip light and uncertain. He wanted to pleasure Danny, he just wasn’t as confident in his own actions.

Sensing Sam’s apprehension, Danny wrapped his hand around Sam’s, urging him to squeeze tighter and stroke languidly. Once he felt like Sam had caught on to what felt good, he released his hand and gently caressed his cheek, Sam’s head tilting to nuzzle into his warm palm.

“That’s it, Sam. Just like that.” Danny’s praise seemed to spur Sam on, the bassist sticking his tongue out to lick a long stripe from the base of Danny’s cock to the tip. “Shit, oh shit. God, Sam. Who’s the tease now?”

Danny could hear his resolve slipping with every pass of Sam’s tongue. He moved his hand from Sam’s face to his head, gripping the silky brunette strands to nudge his mouth further. Sam didn’t need verbal instruction, opening his mouth to take Danny’s cock as much as he could.

Against his will, Danny’s hips bucked up, forcing his cock deeper into Sam’s throat, subsequently pulling a strained gag. Sam focused on his breathing, bobbing his head up and down at a steady pace, every so often flattening his tongue along the underside of Danny’s cock before swirling the muscle over his sensitive tip.

His hands latched onto Danny’s thighs, letting the drummer take control over his actions. He hummed around Danny, the vibrations sending pleasure throughout his entire body.

Danny felt his stomach clench, every part of him tingling as he approached his orgasm. His hips thrusted to meet Sam’s mouth, and he tossed his head back, his brows furrowing and a loud groan escaping from his lips.

“S-Sammy. Fuck your mouth feels so good. I’m s-so close, baby, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

Sam looked up at Danny through his lashes, his own cock twitching against the mattress. He couldn’t stand the lack of stimulation, and the slight friction felt good enough to have his pelvis rut against the material as he continued to suck Danny off. Even without the same treatment he was giving his friend, Sam felt just as close to finishing. He lifted his head once more to remove his mouth, brown eyes meeting hazel, the two sharing a smile before Sam spoke.

“Cum in my mouth, Danny.” His voice was hoarse, his lips swollen, his hair a tangled mess, and Danny swore he’d never seen his best friend look so damn beautiful. He nodded in lieu of a response.

With a few more bobs of Sam’s head, Danny was pushed over the ledge, his back arching ever so slightly off the bed as he came down Sam’s throat.

“Fuck! Sammy, fuck fuck fuck. Ah, Christ. God damn.” Danny could hardly contain himself. A combination of moans, curses, and Sam’s name slipping out over and over.

Sam removed himself from Danny’s body, pushing his hair back and staring directly at Danny as he licked his lips. Danny, having found the tiniest bit of remaining energy, jumped onto Sam after the seductive display, pushing him onto his back and wrapping his large hand around Sam’s leaking cock.

“I know you’re close Sammy, I saw how desperately you fucked yourself against the bed. You want it so badly, don’t you? Gonna let me make a mess of you?”

All Sam could do was nod rapidly, not having the ability to form words. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he held the fabric. With a few more tugs, and quite a lot of uncontrollable moaning, Sam reached his own peak, squeezing his eyes shut as ropes of cum spilled onto his stomach and Danny’s fist.

Danny waited for Sam to open his eyes, and when he finally did, Danny made sure they were staring directly at each other. Without breaking eye contact, Danny bent down, dragging his tongue over Sam’s torso to lick up his release.

“God, that’s fucking hot, Dan.” Sam spoke, groaning at the sight of his friend’s actions.

“You taste good, Sammy.” Danny said through a smirk.

Sam laughed at the statement. “You’re insane.”

Danny reached for his and Sam’s underwear, sliding his on before tossing Sam’s over to him. “What we just did is insane.”

As the two dressed just enough to cover what was left of their modesty, a calm silence washed over the room. Both men quietly scrambled under the blankets, neither of them sure of what to say now that things had simmered down.

But Sam’s mind was racing. Was Danny right? Was what just happened crazy? Crossing the boundaries of their friendship had never been a thought for either of them, at least as far as Sam was aware. He didn’t regret what happened, not even a bit. He couldn’t say he would’ve acted the same if he hadn’t been drinking, and while the alcohol might have pushed him to do what he did, he was happy. Satisfied. Extremely content, in more ways than one. It was the lingering bit of anxiety that prompted his next words.

“Danny, should we uh… should we talk about all of this?” His hands fiddled with a loose string hanging off the sheet. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Danny just yet, which seemed silly when he thought about it.

He felt Danny shrug from where he laid down next to him. “We can if you want to. Or we could go to sleep and deal with it when we’re sober.”

Sam chuckled, though the lighthearted laugh he usually had didn’t seem present. “I’m feeling pretty damn sober after that.” He paused, speaking again before Danny had a chance to respond. “I just… do you reg-”

Danny sat up instantly, already knowing what Sam was about to ask. He hovered over his friend, gently placing his palm on Sam’s face. “No. Don’t even finish that sentence. We didn’t do anything the other didn’t want. Honestly, I think part of me is shocked that it didn't happen sooner. So whatever concerns or fears you have, ignore them. I don’t have a single regret, Sammy. Do you?”

Sam’s eyes widened at the notion. “No. Not at all.”

Flashing his signature crooked smile - the very smile Sam had found comfort in since they were kids - Danny moved closer to kiss Sam softly. “Good. Because if I wasn’t so tired right now, I’d be jumping you for round two.”

The words brought Sam peace, a smile of his own finding its way onto his face. “Well there’s always tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Sammy. There’s always tomorrow.”

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Call Her (JakexF!ReaderxF!OC)

Summary: Jake can’t get you off, so he calls in back up. (The return of Quinn)

Warnings: oral f! and m! receiving, fingering, girl on girl, penetrative sex, significant other being intimate with someone else.

A/N: You should read 3 Way Tie first if you haven’t :)

“Fuck, Jake. Just like that.” You were trying your hardest. You really wanted to boost his ego and make him feel like he was doing a good job. And although he usually did, today Jake just wasn’t hitting it right.

His tongue lacked the pressure it usually did. His fingers must be tired from the night’s earlier show. Just altogether your bodies refused to move in sync.

Jake looked up at you from between your thighs, a look of confusion evident in his eyes. You barely noticed though, as you were craning your neck to see what was on the television hanging above the dresser.

“Are you, are you watching tv right now?” He sat up on his knees, throwing his hair in a bun as he did so. He was in nothing but his black boxers, and you could see his cock losing all hardness it had before.

Fuck. You really fucked up. You should have given him head instead, or just let him fuck you until he was tired. But, no, Jake insisted on tasting you. He said he missed it.

“Um no. I thought I heard something.”

“Don’t lie.” Jake’s emotions were hard to read. He didn’t look upset or mad. He just stared at you blankly.

“I’m sorry, Jake. I’m not sure what is going on. It just didn’t feel right.”

His calloused hand clapped down on your leg, making sure that they stayed spread. “So, instead of telling me that, you fake it?”

“…yes.”

“That’s not something I’d think my fiancée would do.” You look down at the large diamond sitting pretty on your finger, a pang of guilt instantly hitting you. The two of you were newly engaged, and you didn’t want to start lying to him now.

“I’m sorry, I just- I just, um, I jus-“ You quickly say up, stammering over your words. You didn’t know what to say or if there was anything to say. You just felt guilty.

“Call her.” Your stomach dropped, that was the last thing you thought he’d say.

“Call who?” You knew, but you wanted to make sure he was being serious. He hadn’t brought her up since the night the two of you got together.

“You know who. Tell her she has thirty minutes to get here.” Jake got up, without another word, and left the room. Your jaw was dropped and just at the thought of what was to come, you got excited.

You grabbed your phone off the dark oak night stand, scrolling through your contacts until you landed on her name. It only rang twice before a bubbly voice picked up with a cheerful greeting.

“Hey Quinn. So, uh, listen…”

Not even twenty minutes later you hear a light knock on the door. Jake hadn’t been back in the bedroom since before you called, and you did not dare leave the bed.

You could hear Jake and Quinn whispering, more like planning, down stairs in the foyer. You knew punishment was coming your way, and although it would be delicious, you knew Jake would make it hurt.

Your panties were still discarded on the floor, so you pulled your knees to your bra covered chest for a little less exposure. Your ankles were squeezed together and you rested your chin on your knees. Anticipation, and maybe a little fear, settled within you as you heard them climbing the stairs.

Jake was the first to enter the room, still just in his boxers. You were jealous that she saw him so exposed for only a moment until you remembered your last encounter. He was serious, no smile or any sign of emotion for that matter.

Quinn, on the other hand, was elated. She was dressed head to toe in pink, blonde hair down her back, and a wide white smile. She was still the same girl you saw at the bar.

“Hi, Y/N!” Quinn sounded like she was greeting an old friend casually, not like you were sitting there half naked awkwardly waiting for your fiancé to speak.

“Hey, Quinn.” You shyly waved, looking over at Jake to see if he had any reaction. There was none. He was calm, eyes forward and breathing steady.

“Let’s not waste any time, shall we?” Quinn stripped off her pink tank top that had nothing underneath. That caused Jake to look up, and frankly you couldn’t blame him as you did the same thing.

She looked good, almost perfect. Instead of comparing yourself to her, you just hoped that her body would be pressed on yours sooner rather than later. Her shorts quickly followed, leaving her in white satin panties.

You stared, licking your lips subconsciously, as she made her way to the bed. Her eyes never left yours as she sauntered, swinging her hips ever so slightly. Quinn was teasing you, and it was already working.

You could feel yourself growing wet, only amplified by the feeling of you rubbing your thighs together. You kept doing it until Jake roughly grabbed your ankle, silently telling you to behave.

Once Quinn kneeled on the bed, you leaned forward ready to press your glossy lips against yours. But before you could, her head turned, taking Jake’s chin in her hands.

You slouched against the headboard annoyed. You sat there watching their mouths meld together roughly. Quinn would smile every once in a while when Jake would bite down on her lower lip. A flash of his tongue slipped past her lips, causing you to groan.

You desperately needed to be touched at this moment. Seeing her breasts pressed flush against Jake’s chest, his hands roaming the soft skin on her hips, her hands pulling at the loose hairs near the base of his neck. The two were moaning into one another’s mouth, obviously making more of a scene for their audience.

You let out a muffled moan, trying your best to keep it in. It was too much though, having live action porn acted out in front of you— your fiancé, the star.

Jake turned his head to look at you, catching you trying to sneak your fingers between your thighs. Quinn didn’t miss a beat, latching onto his neck to leave hickeys and marks.

“You’re gonna sit there and you’re gonna watch.” He was growling, anger and lust mixing together beautifully.

“Jakey…” you whined out in hopes that his nickname would make him bend.

“If you can be a good girl, a very good girl, I’ll let you join us.”

You shook your head yes. Jake cocked an eyebrow up, obviously not pleased with how you decided to respond. “Excuse me?”

“Yes, daddy.” Jake smiled, getting up from the bed and bringing Quinn with him. You curled back into your ball, sitting on your hands, knowing that if they were free they would mindlessly find your clit.

Jake put a hand on Quinn’s shoulder, gently guiding her to her knees. You couldn’t help but bite your lip, wishing it was you about to suck Jake’s cock but also excited to watch Quinn.

She pulled Jake’s boxers down his thighs methodically slowly, teasing both of you. His cock sprung free, fully hard and swollen. Your mouth watered, being trained to wrap your lips around it anytime he wanted, but you had to give that up for Quinn tonight.

Jake stared at you while Quinn pumped his dick in her hand a few times. You watched as his mouth parted, a deep shaky breath reverberated from his chest. His head ever so slightly tilted back once Quinn had him in her mouth. She started slowly, bobbing her head up and down gently. You knew that wasn’t how he liked it, Jake preferred fast and rough head, but you felt a sense of pride knowing that he would prefer you.

His eyes never fully closed, but they fluttered every time Quinn’s nose pressed against his stomach. His focus, however, still seemed to be on you. His eyes traced your body, even in your curled up position, taking in everything he found so beautiful about you.

“Spread them.” His voice was husky, barely above a whisper but you did what you were told. The cool air from the room sent a shiver up your spine the moment it hit your wet pussy. This was torture, not being able to slide your finger through the wetness or circle your clit while you watched. But this is what you deserved, this was your punishment.

“Fuck just like that. Quinn.” He was so pointed, but you just moaned with your own ‘fuck’ at the sound of her name.

You barely noticed the slight twitch coming from Jake, something he did whenever he didn’t get what he wanted, but his red chest gave his true feelings away. You did something daring. You broke eye contact away from Jake’s eyes, moving down to watch his cock slide in and out of Quinn’s mouth.

Her eyes were closed, moaning against him, drool falling down her chin. She looked beautiful, she belonged on her knees.

“Baby?” Jake called, trying to get your attention. It didn’t work. “Baby?”

Still you kept looking at Quinn. The way her ass jiggled when she increased the pace, her boobs bouncing up and down, her hair being twisted in Jake’s fist. It was erotic, a scene that would be etched into your memory for years.

Jake scoffed, pulling Quinn up by her hair. “Fine, let’s play.” He wasn’t talking to her, just you. It was completely a threat, and you were thrilled to see how he’d follow it through.

Quinn was pushed onto the bed, on all fours, and her white panties fastly joined yours. She was now less dressed than you were, until Jake gave your chest a nod. You were so keen to his cues the two of you could speak solely through gestures, and that came in handy when your mouths were preoccupied.

“Quinn.” Jake got her attention. “Don’t you dare touch her until I say you can.”

“Yes, sir!” She giggled while shaking her ass in the air. She rested her head on her hands that laid flat on the bed, big eyes on you the whole time.

You didn’t know who to look at. Jake’s straining muscles or Quinn’s innocent eyes. Both enticed you, but the love for Jake seemed to win.

His eyes rolled in the back of his head, “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

You couldn’t see it but you knew he had thrusted into her by the look on both of their faces. Quinn’s eyebrows were knit together, mouth opened wide with little whimpers escaping her.

The sound of their bodies slapping together became too much. Your body was screaming to be touched, littered with goosebumps and shaking every time Quinn’s body was lurched forward by Jake fucking into her.

“You like to watch, Y/N? You like watching me fuck Quinn?” Both you and Quinn let you identical filthy moans at Jake’s cocky question. He knew what he was doing, and doing it to two girls at once encouraged him to keep going.

“Fuck, baby, you’re such a dirty slut watching.” You were almost in pain from the throbbing empty feeling radiating from your dripping pussy. You were fighting every instinct not to fuck your fingers into yourself in hopes Jake would give Quinn permission to touch you soon.

Her breath kept tickling up your inner thighs, giving you a sensory overload of teasing that was leaving you a mess. You couldn’t think straight, the only thing on your mind was him.

“Jake, please, I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t beg now.” He began fucking Quinn harder, sending her between your legs. You tell she was fighting her instinct as well, eyes locked on your cunt.

“Jake, I’ll do anything.”

“You need to learn your lesson, baby. Good girls don’t fake it, and I only like good girls.”

“I have! I have learned!” You strained against the headboard, trying desperately to get any type of friction between your legs. Even without being touched you were overstimulated by the sight and sounds in front of you.

“No, you haven’t, baby. But I’m no monster. Quinn, go ahead.” His fingers dug into her hips, leaving bloody red marks under the pressure.

She broke out in a wide smile, shooting you a grin before biting the short skin of your inner thigh. She whispered a quick “finally” before moving closer to your cunt with small kisses.

You looked at Jake, who was looking at where your and Quinn’s body’s connected. He had a dopey smirk on his face, obviously turned on even more by the girl on girl action in front of him. Jake lost focus and his thrusts slowed down, probably for the best to keep him lasting longer.

Quinn wasted no time, sucking your clit while diving two fingers into your pussy at the same time. You silently thanked her, there was no need for teasing anymore. Her pace was slow, mirroring Jake’s. All three of your bodies were sinfully connected, moving perfectly together.

“You look so pretty getting your pussy ate.”

“Fuck, oh my god!” His words and her movements collided in your head, sending your head back in a string of whimpering moans.

Quinn’s free hand found your left nipple twisting and pinching harshly, while the fingers inside you curled for even more stimulation. You weren’t sure what Jake was doing to Quinn, but you knew by his arm around her hip he was playing with her clit as well.

His new movement caused her to press further into you, sucking and flicking faster on your clit. Her mouth opened ever so slightly with a moan, and you could feel her lips curl around the letters that made up your fiancé’s name.

“Jake!” Quinn moaned his name into your pussy, causing it to repeat from your mouth.

You opened your eyes to see Jake intensely keeping his eyes on you, even with someone between you it was as if you were the only ones in the room.

“Please?” You begged one last time. It was all he needed to hear for everything to change. Jake grabbed Quinn with both hands yet again, and pulled her away from you, leaving both of you girls whimpering at the lost contact.

Jake gently pushed Quinn to the side, giving her a quick kiss before he did, pulling you down the bed by your ankles. In one swift motion Jake had both of your legs over his shoulders. You could feel his twitch cock rest against your pussy while he helped Quinn into place.

She only pouted for a moment, then Jake extended his hand to her, adorning another cocky smirk. Both of Quinn’s legs were on either side of your head. Her pussy, soaking wet from Jake, hovered over your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the sight, he had treated her well. She was facing Jake, able to give him a kiss, something you still were denied. That was the only thing you grew jealous of, kissing seemed so intimate compared to the other acts being performed.

But the two never gave you the chance to focus on that jealousy for long. With a nod of approval from Jake, Quinn lowered herself onto your mouth, instantly rolling her hips forward. You stuck your tongue out, keeping it flat yet firm, so she could use you. Quinn leaned over your pussy, her body pressed against yours. You felt her spit, adding to the immense wetness you were already feeling. Jake let out a long sigh at the sight, obviously taken aback and turned on from her filthy decision. She was in control as was Jake, and you were just a tool for their pleasure.

“Good enough for you yet, baby?” Jake was teasing you, rubbing his cock between the folds of your pussy. You just let out a disappointed muffled whimper, you had Quinn but you desperately wanted Jake’s thick cock fucking into you.

“Stop teasing her, Jake.” Quinn spoke up. Her voice was high-pitched, her sentence chopped up from squeals of desire. You rewarded her hand softly running down your stomach, then circling your clit by curling your tongue deep within her. “Oh fuck, Y/N! See Jake, she’s being such a good girl.”

“We will see.”

Jake fucked into you, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head. The vibrations of your own moan excited Quinn, so much so you could feel her wetness sliding down your chin.

He wasn’t patient, he didn't need to be after fucking Quinn. You were there to get him off, so he was ruthless with your body. You felt his balls slap against your ass with each thrust harder than the last. The sweat was building up between your bodies, making the sound of skin slapping against skin even louder.

You couldn’t see him, but from memory you could picture his face. Bottom lip going white from the pressure of his teeth, his eyes staring at the way your boobs reacted to his movements, his hands leaving bruises on whatever he decided to grab onto.

“More, Y/N, please.” You were so focused on your fiancé, you all but forgot about the girl straddling your face.

“Mhm,” you mumbled against her. You were able to wrap your arm around her hip to flick her clit while using your tongue to fuck her. You knew she liked it by her pressing down harder and arching her back, all while screaming your name.

Hearing your name fall from someone else’s lip encouraged Jake to treat you even better. Jake leaned forward, forcing your legs to be closer to Quinn, who grabbed them off of his shoulders. You were folded into a ball now, but it was welcomed since Jake could get that much deeper.

“I can feel your pussy squeezing me, baby. Keep going, just like that.”

On top of you, Quinn was shaking, growing close to her own orgasm. You knew she’d finish before you, and a part of you wanted her to so you could finally see Jake. You kept the same speed, just giving her clit more pressure, sending her body over the edge. One of her came behind her to your hair, the other found Jake’s chest, scratching and clawing as she came.

Your name was barely recognizable from the breathless whining. She was quivering, sweaty, and vocal because of you.

“That’s so fucking hot.” Jake spoke up. “Watching you make another girl cum, baby.”

Quinn rode out her high, slowing down without ever leaving your face, until Jake ushered off. “Let me see the mess you made.”

Quinn giggled. She let go of your legs that fell right back into Jake, and climbed off of you. She didn’t go far, settling behind you, massaging your breasts while you rested against her.

“Hmm,” Jake pondered before swiping his thumb against your bottom lip. It was slow, and he kept eye contact the whole time he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean. Again, you clenched around him. “Fucking declicious.”

“Thank you Jake, but I think it might be Y/N’s turn to cum.”

You didn’t even notice, but you were shaking your head yes. Jake just chuckled, not slowing down on you. “From how hard she’s squeezing my cock, I think she’s pretty close.”

Your eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of him stretching your pussy out. With the angle, he was able to fill you up so completely you couldn’t focus on anything but Jake.

“I’m so close, Jake.”

“Look at me when you cum, Y/N.” A demand that could not be denied. Your eyes shot open, first seeing the scratch marks from Quinn down his chest. Then looking at how his hair was stuck to his neck from the sweat, finally settling on his dark eyes.

As soon as the two of you made eye contact, a rushing orgasm full of goosebumps, chills, and throbs took control of your body. “Oh my god, oh my god, Jake.” You repeated over and over again, not able to think of anything else to say.

Quinn didn’t help the situation, circling your clit fast and rough as you did hers. It was overstimulating, but in the best kind of way. You were unable to catch your breath, your vision blurred by tears, body uncontrollably reacting to the two playing with you.

Jake wiped the tears from your eyes, his skin red with fever. “I want you to watch me cum. Watch me fill you up.”

“Fuck.” Both you and Quinn said at the same time. He had such a way with words that you don’t think he’d ever even need to touch you to send you into an orgasm.

You two girls watched in anticipation, and Jake didn’t disappoint. His head was thrown back, mouth wide open, eyes tightly shut. All the muscles in his chest and shoulders strained as he came undone. He was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen

His cum was warm, making you shiver and give out one last moan of his name. He dropped your legs, falling on top of you with a huff.

Quinn rubbed his head, kissing the two of you on your respective foreheads. “Thanks, Quinn.” Jake said in a groggy voice.

She gently climbed out from behind you, cradling you down until your head hit the pillow. Jake was still inside you, and even the slightest movement made you shake again.

“Anytime.” She smiled while getting dressed. “Y/N, thanks for not losing my number.”

“Bye, Quinn.”

“Bye, sweetie.”

Jake and you laid silently, listening for the front door to close. He never left you, keeping you as close to him as humanly possible.

“Hey, Jake?”

“Yes, baby?”

“If you don’t kiss me right now, I’m going home with Quinn.”

He looked up at you to see if you were serious, and once he realized you were, Jake gave you a rough kiss leading to round two of four for that night.

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Just A Kiss

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x bisexual!reader, Jake Kiszka x female OC, reader x female OC

Word Count: 8.9k

Warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI!! swearing, flirting, unfaithfulness (kinda), possessiveness, jealousy, some arguing, mentions of drinking, LGBTQ topics SMUT: kissing, touching, dirty talk, sexually implicit language, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. & m. receiving), unprotected sex, biting, slight dom/sub dynamic, dominance switching, threesome, slight breeding kink, hint of a praise kink

A/N: Well… I guess you can say that I was inspired by certain recent events. This is all a work of fiction, of course! I took inspiration and ran with it from there… The title is inspired by A Kiss by The Driver Era :) This fic is in collaboration with my good friend @dancingcarbon! We hope you enjoy it ;) *it’s only lightly edited ok so sorry for any typos*

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“Ten minutes ‘til we hit the stage– places in five!” you hear echo through the hallway beyond the dressing room door. You’re lounging comfortably on the sofa, legs hanging off the armrest as you scroll through your social media and wait for the show to start. When you hear the call for places, you flip your phone over and place it on your lap to look over at Jake, who’s finishing getting ready in the mirror across the room from you. You watch as he takes one last look in the mirror, then turns and strides toward you with a smug smile. 

“How do I look?” he asks, smirking as he places his hands on either side of the couch and hovers over you, bending slightly to allow his face to be level with yours. You smile wide as you look up at him, brushing your hands softly on the expensive, beautiful material of his jacket. Your eyes meet his, tightly lined with eyeliner and half-lidded from the two glasses of whiskey he already had.

“You look sexy as always, my love…” you answer, leaning your lips upward to catch his, kissing him quickly before the two of you get up and walk toward the door. His arm snakes around your waist as he opens the door for you, smacking your ass playfully as you walk out the door in front of him. Entering the hallway, you see the other guys not too far ahead of you, heading toward the stage. You intended to watch the show from the wings tonight rather than sitting in seats, since you were here alone and figured you’d get the best view there.

This wasn’t your first rodeo. You and Jake have been dating since all the way back when they used to play in bars, and you’ve been by him every step of the way. You’ve been his biggest fan and supporter, coming to as many shows of each tour as the paid time off at your job would allow. Luckily for you, dating the lead guitarist of a famous rock band was a pretty good excuse to miss work. 

Your job gives you a lot of leeway in terms of submitting assignments, since it’s more on the freelancer side of things, so you always have plenty of opportunities to join him and the band on tour. You’ve already been to plenty of shows on this leg of the tour, but Jake insisted on you coming along to all of them once again.

“Cone on, you’re my lucky charm, baby,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he pulled you into him. It was the day before they were meant to leave for the next branch of the tour, and he was desperately trying to get you to come along.

“Jake, I can’t this time. I have a huge project due next week, I can’t just go halfway across the country with you,” you said, groaning frustratedly as you tried to escape his hold on you, but failing miserably. His right hand came up to brush your hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek softly as he pled with you.

“You can do it remotely, I’m sure they’ll understand,” he said, using his pointer finger to lift your chin and look you in the eye. “I need you there.” As his eyes bore into yours intensely, you caved in. 

“Fine…” you groaned as he captured you in a kiss, smiling against your lips. 

“You won’t regret this,” he said.

As you approach the wings of the stage, Jake turns around one more time before walking up to the catwalk, cupping your cheeks to kiss your lips softly.

“This is all for you, my love,” he whispers against your lips. You smirk as your arms wrap around his waist, your hands squeezing his hips tightly. 

“Considering how hot and bothered you get on that stage sometimes, I would hope it’s all for me…” you whisper against his ear. Your fingers ghost over the bare skin of his abdomen and a shiver runs through him as you feel his cock grow hard against you through his pants. 

“Careful, sweetheart… How am I supposed to play a show when you start saying things like that,” he says, kissing down your jaw.

“I suppose you’ll just have to wait,” you say with a smug smile as a stage manager calls him over to him. He shoots you a quick wink, then walks over to the stage and slides his guitar on over his head. You watch as the overture starts to approach the end and he walks up the stairs to wait along the back catwalk for the curtain to drop. 

You decide to move closer to the front of the wings, standing far enough back to not be seen by the crowd, but close enough to be able to see both the band and the fans in the pit below. You see all of their excited faces as they scream for the guys, the anticipation building slowly. 

The curtain finally falls and the crowd loses their minds watching them open the show. You look out into the pit to watch their reactions one by one– people-watching is one of your favorite pastimes, especially when it comes to the fans and seeing their excitement. It’s something that always thrilled you from the start. 

As your eyes pan to each fan on the barricade, they’re immediately halted on one individual in the center. God, she was beautiful. All of Greta Van Fleet’s fans are beautiful– it’s just a consistent factor when they make sure beautiful music— but this girl genuinely stopped you in your tracks. 

Her long dirty blonde hair sat on her shoulder in a loose wave, with a few pieces pinned back in the front with barretts shaped like stars. Her makeup was gorgeous, with several small rhinestones sitting delicately underneath her eyes, lighting up her face even more. Her top was tight and had a deep neckline, which made it impossible for you to look away. 

You’ve always known you were bisexual from a young age, this isn’t new. You’ve been with plenty of girls before, even before Jake came along. It’s something you were completely open about with Jake and it added for some spicy dynamics, whether it be talking about a girl you both found attractive, hitting on girls in front of him, or sometimes even engaging in a harmless make-out at a bar while locking eyes with him over her shoulder. Taking it a step further and bringing someone into the bedroom had been something both of you were interested in– you’ve discussed different boundaries and comfort levels but when it came to the reality of organizing one, you both agreed that it occurring organically felt better. 

As your eyes continue to explore her, they land on her hands that sit atop the barricade and you notice the small sign that she’s holding. You can’t make out exactly what it says from this far away, but you’re certain that it has Jake’s name on it.

Of course– all of the sexiest girls are Jake fans. How could you blame them? He’s ungodly talented, sexy, confident, and more. At times it’s been hard to keep the slight twinge of jealousy at bay. As Jake struts down the upper catwalk toward the front of the stage, her eyes are glued to him. You can’t help but wish that she’d look at you that way, with lust, admiration, and desire. 

As you continue to steal glances throughout the set, you notice that she’s starting to return your eye contact. To your surprise, this time she looked past Jake and directly at you, breaking eye contact to look down blushing to herself, before pushing her hair behind her ear, meeting your eyes once again with her bottom lip between her teeth. It felt good to get a little bit of what Jake gets each night, a harmless flirtatious from afar. Or from afar you thought.

As the show went on, you tried your best to keep your mind off of her. You chose to watch Jake instead, which certainly did the trick. Watching as he rutted his hips against his guitar always made your legs clench shut with want for him, and he knew it too. You knew he did it more often when he knew you were watching, making it feel like a dirty little secret between you two. 

When Jake began thrusting against his guitar and throwing his head back as he began his solo for The Archer, instead of staying on him, your eyes shot to the girl in the crowd. You stifle a quiet moan from leaving your mouth as you see the expression on her face as she watches your boyfriend play. It’s lustful and full of need, sending shockwaves right to your core.

You look back at Jake and see his eyes are on you, which makes your desire so much deeper.  You can’t decipher the look on his face, but it’s passionate and so hot. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, he starts to approach the steps toward the floor. What the fuck is he doing?

You watch as he makes his way to the pit, his solo still raging on. He approaches the barricade, playing out a long, whiny note as his eyes find a girl in the crowd– your girl. You finally have a good view of the sign she’s holding: “I’m a Jake Girl”.

You almost can’t believe your eyes as Jake looks down at the sign with a smirk then looks back up at the girl, leaning up and kissing her on the cheek. Her face lights up, her cheeks turning pink as he smiles at her. As Jake returns to strutting down the barricade, you catch her glimpsing back up at you with a look that only spurred your lust. Not in a combative challenge, but as almost a nod to what you’ve managed to lock down. There was something about it that only spurred your nefarious thoughts. 

You just stand there in the wings slackjacked as he walks toward his usual spot on the stage, finishing up his solo and waiting for Josh to come back out on stage. What the hell just happened? And why did you feel more turned on than jealous? 

You manage to channel the multitude of emotions from Jake’s little stunt and enjoy the rest of the show. Jake avoided your attention entirely, exiting on the other side of the stage before the encore. Soon enough, the encore ends and the band says their goodbyes, exiting the stage. He finally walks off to the side of the stage, handing off his guitar to a tech while looking for you but you are nowhere to be found. You had told his tech to tell him you’d see him in his dressing room. 

Over the years, you both have your moments of being the one in control during sex, but more often than not, he ends up being the dominant one. If this was any other night, you would know that you would pay for your attitude later tonight. This time, however, you have much different plans. 

After a short detour, you stroll into his dressing room to find Jake unwinding, taking off his jacket and kicking off his boots. “There you are, where were you?” he asks, somewhat annoyed.

“Nowhere important, don’t worry about it” you respond nonchalantly as you proceed further into the room. 

“Enjoy the show?” he cheekily asks. 

“Not as much as you apparently” you return his tone with a look over your shoulder. A smug grin crosses his face as he runs his fingers over his mustache. You continue to the vanity, picking up a towel sitting there and throwing it towards him. He chooses to ignore your passive-aggressive comment for now and proceeds with his post-show routine, removing his stage makeup.

“The crowd went crazy tonight during my solo during Lover, Leaver,” he says proudly as he wipes the towel across his face. A sly smile crosses your face, still turned away, as the game and your strategy perfectly revealed itself, this was going to be fun, two can play this game but you’d be the winner. 

“Oh, did they? I’m sorry babe, I must have missed that,” you answer coldly, focusing on your phone with your back still to him. In the mirror, you saw him stop and lower the towel from his face to reveal a confused look. You have him exactly where you want him. You look up from your phone and catch his eyes in the reflection, his puzzled look begging you to elaborate. 

“I’m sure it was great, love,” you continue while finishing up on your phone, “I just wasn’t really paying attention to you.” You slip your phone into your pocket and turn around, leaning against the vanity with your hands placed on it behind you. 

“My eyes were drawn elsewhere tonight… distracted, if you will, by someone else,” you continue, looking across at him to gauge his reaction. His confused look quickly turned into a sour one. You could see his mind churning, searching for what you meant or who you meant, recounting instances of his brothers’ antics to determine what could have pulled your eyes. You pressed off the vanity, slowly walking over towards him.

“Am I confusing you? I thought I might,” you say smugly. His brows furrow as you continue. “Sorry about that. I’m just still feeling a bit hot and bothered thinking about this girl who caught my eye during your show… God, she was just stunning…”

You saw it in his eyes that he’s connected the dots before they slightly roll back and he quickly bit his lip to contain himself. The game was afoot. You place your hands on his shoulders, continuing to back him up onto the couch. With him seated, you climb on top of him, leaning down to his ear.

“Seems like you thought so too,” you whisper as you place a light peck below his ear. You feel his vocal cords vibrate against your lips on his neck as he finally mutters out an answer.

“Did I turn you on baby?” he asks, his arms wrapping around your waist. How arrogant. You pulled your lips off his neck just enough to respond to his inquiry. 

“She did,” you breathe out, hot against his ear, hearing a soft whimper tumble from his lips as you move to his other ear. “All you did was make me competitive, so now I unfortunately have to get a taste for myself.” You feel his dick harden in his pants below you as his hands tighten around your hips.

“Fuck,” he shuttered out, looking at you with darkened eyes. 

“If you want to have your cake and eat it too, then so can I,” you say smartly, looking down at him, half-lidded with desire. His hands on your hips pushed you down into his lap, grinding his throbbing, hard cock against your clothed core.

“Y/N, don’t start something you can’t finish,” he spoke out in an attempt to gain back some control. 

“You’re more than welcome to call my bluff,” you chuckled before your phone pinged with a notification. You pulled back from Jake and retrieved your phone from your back pocket, still straddling him as you read the notification. 

“Ah, have to go,” you spoke as you stood up off of him with no further explanation.

 “Where could you possibly be going?” he smugly spit out as he sat there confidently thinking that he was about to win this round of your little game, getting you as the reward. God, this was going to be good. 

“To have my cake and eat her too,” you answer convincingly, holding up your phone to show a selfie of the girl from the show, sitting at the bar of your hotel. At that, you grab your bag and head for the door. 

—

Jake had no less sprinted out after you the second you left his dressing room, clad only in his black pants. As he attempted to adjust himself to conceal his obvious erection, you dropped the game momentarily to discuss the prospect of a threesome finally becoming a reality. 

You told Jake about how you grabbed a copy of the setlist, scribbled a message asking her to meet you both for a drink, and convinced a security guard to run it out to her. You had lingered for a moment to ensure she got it and immediately felt your phone buzz with a message. 

“What did she say?” Jake quickly asked, pulling you back into the present moment and turning his head around to ensure no one was privy to the conversation. 

“That she would love to buy me a drink,” you smirked out. His face sank a bit as you teased him, “Oh, and she said you were welcome too, of course.” The reality of the situation seemed to hit Jake as he once again nervously ran his hand over this mustache. 

“Now hurry up, rinse off, and get changed, the Uber is 11 minutes away and I think we’d both prefer that you buy us those drinks,” you say casually, walking toward the exit. When he didn’t move, you started to wonder if you had pushed him too far. But the second you turn back around and open your mouth to speak, Jake’s lips crash against yours as he grips your face between his hands.

 “I want this, don’t worry, I do. But fuck Y/N, seeing you like this and how much you want it… this side of you is so hot, I almost came in my pants just from you talking like that in my dressing room,” he admits, looking down at you with a smile. You laugh and felt the game pick up again as you swatted his ass.

“It’s just a drink, let’s just feel it out, okay?” you say, backing out of his grip to turn back toward the door. “Now, get a move on!”

The ride back to the hotel had been unremarkable, given the back of an Uber didn’t seem the best place to speak freely about a threesome. But words weren’t needed right now. You exchanged some knowing glances and squeezes and those non-verbal interactions did all the talking. You felt incredibly lucky to be with a man who let an essential part of you, your sexuality, exist freely. 

He’d done that the entire time you’ve been together of course, but he never once fetishized your sexuality and that’s why it was important to you that you were the one to orchestrate this adventure. You were at a point in your relationship that never existed in priors where you felt nothing but excitement to share this with him. As you returned to the hotel, hand in hand, you exchanged one last look before entering the bar. 

“We can stop at any time, okay? Whether that’s after a drink, a kiss, or whenever. There are zero expectations,” you assure him quietly. He quickly kisses your cheek and whispers, “I love you.” 

You smile and squeeze his hand, “Shall we?” you ask. “After you, my love.”

As you turn to the darkly lit bar, you spot her tucked away in a back corner booth, the sultriness of the ambiance only spurring you on more. She notices you enter, her face lighting up as she waves to acknowledge you. You wave back with one hand, Jake’s in your other as you weave through the room toward the booth. 

“I hope you don’t mind I started without you,” she says, nodding toward her nearly empty drink. 

“Not at all,” you quickly smiled back, sliding into the booth next to her. “I know Jake would personally love to get you another, if you’d like,” you continue, breaking your eye contact with her to look at Jake as her own eyes follow. 

“Would be my pleasure,” Jake replies with a shy smile. God, he looked even sexier under the dim candlelight. Her eyes darted back to you, almost nervously. 

“I’m a tequila girl so I’m getting a tequila soda, what are you drinking?” you ask reassuringly. “I’d love a rum and coke,” she replies.

“Coming right up,” Jake says with a smile before retreating to the bar as you turn back to her.

“Hi,” you say cheerfully. “I guess we haven’t actually introduced ourselves… I’m Y/N.” 

“I’m Sadie,” she says with a smile. Almost out of instinct, you held out your hand to shake hers.

“It’s nice to–” Before you can finish, she ignores both your hand and response, leaning in to plant a light kiss on your cheek… and just like that, the fire inside you is reignited. At the same moment, Jake returned with your drinks.

“Ah, getting acquainted I see,” he says as he sets the drinks down before sliding in next to you. 

“Just playing catch up,” you return with a wink, getting a chuckle out of them both. “Jake, this is Sadie,” you introduce. “Nice to meet you, Sadie,” Jake says with a smile.

All three of you chuckle, given the circumstances, then you continue to strike up the conversation to get to know each other better. The conversation flows comparable to the drinks in front of you, as if you were old friends but with so much to explore with each other. Jake eventually retreated for another round of drinks for the table. As Sadie puts down her empty glass, she leans onto the table toward you.

“I just have to say, you have the most stunning eyes,” she whispers, her eyes glossy as she looks at you with desire. She was close enough for you to smell the rum on her breath, turning you on even more. 

“I could say the same about you,” you retort with your glass in hand, chewing on the straw. Sadie leans in and pushes a fallen piece of hair back behind your ear then replaces her hand with her lips, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your earlobe. A shiver shoots down your spine and you know that the spark has definitely been lit.

Jake returns silently, admiring the moment as he quietly slides himself back into the booth. You look back at him with a look of lust and admiration and he returns your prideful look with a slight nod as you turn back to face Sadie. 

“Hey, if it’s something you might be interested in…” you began to blurt out, without any idea of what you were going to say next. Jake almost sensing it, jumping in to finish the question for you, taking the weight off of your shoulders.

“I sent our drinks up to our room, if you would like to join us upstairs for a nightcap,” he says, a hint of seductiveness coating his voice. “Or, we are also more than happy to just have one more down here and call it a night. It’s entirely your choice, of course.”

You looked back at Jake, he somehow managed to perfectly capture your thoughts and sentiments in the gentle manner you were seeking. Oh, how you loved this man. You both watch a slight blush populate Sadie’s face as she looks up at you.

“I am definitely interested in the nightcap option,” she says with a shy smile, placing her hand on your thigh with ardor in her eyes. 

The late hour had afforded a quiet hallway to which you did your best to stifle your conversation and laughter, arriving at your hotel room door. Jake quickly flashes the keycard and holds the door for you both to enter. Your nightcap round has already arrived and was sitting on the coffee table where you all gathered around. Jake had opted for tequila on the rocks and given the time that had span, the rocks were no more. 

“I am going to grab some ice, hang tight,” he announced before grabbing the ice bucket and exiting the room. You turned back to Sadie, whose eyes were already locked on you. 

“I hope you know how badly I want you,” Sadie said, closing the space between you two on the couch. You felt your body start to warm from her proximity, growing wetter by the minute from her tits on full display as she leans forward toward you. 

“I think I have an idea,” you respond playfully, reaching for the back of her neck. You pull her into you, your lips finally meeting after you’d been craving it all night. In one fluid motion, you lean her back against the couch and straddle her– the second time you’ve been in this position tonight. You return your lips to her mouth and continue, hearing the keycard unlock the door. You smirk to yourself, feeling ready for the games to begin. After a moment, you manage to pull your lips away and look over to see Jake standing at the end of the couch, his cock hardening at the sight.

“I’m sorry baby,” you say in your best sultry voice. “I couldn’t wait to get a taste of her, since you’ve already gotten one tonight.” You grab Sadie’s chin, turning her face towards Jake, and lick a long strip up her exposed neck, from her collarbone to ear, before taking her earlobe into your mouth, finishing with it between your teeth, locking eyes again with Jake in the process. “She tastes so sweet.”

Sadie whimpers softly as you feel her clench her thighs below you. You watch a soft yet pronounced “Fuck” fall from Jake's lips as he began to palm himself over his pants. The feeling of getting both Sadie and Jake off with your action alone has your head spinning and your heat dripping. You pull off of Sadie’s ear with a pop, leaning back up. 

“Join us, baby,” you say in Jake’s direction. Jake hurriedly slams the ice bucket down on the coffee table before taking a seat next to Sadie. 

“Can I take this off?” Sadie inquires with her hands on the bottom of your shirt as she sits up slightly. 

“By all means,” you shoot back playfully. With your shirt off, you reposition yourself with one knee in between Sadie’s legs and one in between Jake’s, straddling their two thighs. You lean into Jake, meeting his mouth and licking into it while Sadie works to open the couple of buttons left on Jake’s shirt. 

Your hand meets Jake’s on your cheek and you take his in yours, guiding it to curl around Sadie’s shoulder. They both blush shyly at first before you place a hand on the back of Sadie’s neck. Slowly, you lean back and guide their mouths together, nodding for them to kiss. Once their lips meet, you move towards Jake’s now exposed neck, planting sloppy, open-mouth kisses all over. You feel him moan into Sadie’s mouth and your core begins to drip, picturing how his brows were probably furrowing. 

You take the opportunity with them both engaged to remove your bra as you sit on top of them. As if sensing it, they both come up for air and appraise your bare chest, sending an intoxicating high throughout your body. To your surprise, Sadie leans in first, going straight for your tit and taking it into your mouth. Fuck, her mouth feels good. As she swirls her tongue around your hardened nipple, Jake places sloppy kisses down your neck until he reaches your other nipple, mimicking Sadie and taking it into his mouth. The gasp that escapes your mouth startles even yourself, and their collective moans against your skin suggest that they were satisfied with your reaction.

“Holy fuck,” you shutter out as you mindlessly, in search of relief, grind against where their two thighs met below you. You can feel Sadie growing wet against your knee and your wandering hand finds Jake’s dick, hard and throbbing against his pants. He moans again slightly as you palm his length, releasing your nipple from his mouth as his hand comes up to your cheek. 

“Fuck Y/N, you’re a goddess,” he whispers, loud enough for Sadie to hear, moaning against your nipple in agreement. You bite your lip and whimper slightly before breaking free of Jake’s grip and lifting Sadie’s head off your chest to connect with her mouth briefly. 

“Jakey, those pants look so tight and constricting, why don’t you get more comfortable?” you say before taking Sadie back in your mouth. As Jake stands up to shed layers, you slowly undress Sadie to match your current topless state and return the favor to her chest. 

“Oh god, Y/N, your mouth feels so good,” she sighs out. You looked up at her, taking in her blissed-out state and you can’t help but grind down on her. You both let out a breathy moan at the sensation and you hear Jake groan quietly behind you as he continues to palm himself over his briefs, watching you ride her. 

You sit back up, one arm resting on the back of the couch while the other sits on Sadie’s knee as you continue to grind against her slowly, relieving you both. Her hands meet your hips and guide you, the friction being exactly what she needs. You catch Jake’s eyes, seemingly thankful to even be witnessing such erotica. You call him over and tilt your head all the way back to look directly up while he stands over you and leans down to meet your lips. Pulling away, you lock eyes with Sadie, exchanging a shared look. 

“I think it’s time we give our Jakey boy here some attention, what do you think Sadie?” you schemed with a smirk. 

“Only if you think he deserves it,” Sadie replies, running her hands over your body and taking your tit into her mouth once more. Her jumping in playfully only spurs your arousal and you watch Jake’s eyes practically roll to the back of his head as he stands over you both. You chuckle before standing up off Sadie and walking behind Jake, resting your hands on his shoulders softly. 

“Do you want that Jake?” you tease, your breath ghosting against the shell of his ear. “Your cock must be practically dripping, do want us to give you some relief, baby?” You feel his entire body shutter against you as he licks his lips and nods his head furiously. 

“Fuck, yeah baby…” he answers breathlessly. “Want your mouth on my cock so bad.” His admission only strokes your dominant front even more as you lick up his neck to his ear and reach around to palm him over his briefs. 

“I was actually hoping I could see Sadie’s mouth on your cock…” you whisper against his ear. Unable to contain the guttural moan that escaped his chest, he leans his head back against you, your words and touch hardening his cock even more. “Is that okay, baby?” you ask, egging him on. You feel him nod against you and you look over at Sadie, giving her a wink as she rises off the couch to approach you both, dropping to her knees.

“I am going to slide these off,” you whisper into Jake’s ear, lowering his briefs and freeing his leaking cock, before Sadie pulls them down the rest of the way. 

“Something to get you started,” you say teasingly as you run your hand through your own dripping core before reaching back around and pumping Jake’s throbbing cock with your arousal. Jake gasps at the contact as you both look down to watch your hand pump him, coating him with yourself. Looking down, you see Sadie bite her lip at your action, making you moan into Jake’s ear. You give Jake one last stroke before letting go. 

“May I?” you hear Sadie squeak out innocently. You smile down at her as Jake stays silent, almost as if he’s deferring the decision to you. 

“Jake, be polite and ask her nicely if she will please put your cock in her pretty mouth” you command, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder. You hear his breath catch before he looks down at her and breathily moans out, “Sadie, will you please put my cock in your pretty mouth?” Sadie smiles and nods before opening her mouth. 

“Good boy,” you whisper against his skin as you lick at his ear from behind him, sliding your arms around his waist and placing them on his chest, holding him tight. You were in this together and wanted to be as close to him as possible. As Sadie takes Jake into her mouth, Jake lets out a deep groan and drops one of his arms back to grip your thigh, as if searching for something to sturdy him. 

“You doing okay, baby?” you ask. As Jake starts to answer, your hand shoots up from his chest to his mouth to cover it. “I was asking Sadie,” you continue. “You okay, Sadie baby? You’re treating Jake’s cock so nicely.” Sadie simply hums her affirmative, not even bothering to take Jake’s cock out of her mouth and you feel Jake moan against your hand at the vibration. You withdraw from behind him and press against his side as he quickly pulls you in, squeezing your hips so hard, you’re sure they’d bruise.  

“Sadie looks so sexy with your cock in her pretty mouth, doesn’t she Jakey?” Numb from the pleasure, Jake simply hums out the affirmative, just as Sadie did, only to be met with you twisting his nipple. “Nah-uh, baby, manners,” you scold him. “Say thank you to Sadie for treating your cock so nicely.” Jake winced in pleasure before managing to get out, “Thank you for sucking my cock so nicely Sadie.” 

You turn your attention to look at Sadie now– god, she did look fucking incredible with Jake’s beautiful cock in her mouth. You can’t help but get turned on just by the sight of it. You lower yourself down to kneel beside her as you press kisses up her shoulder, clearing her hair away from her neck. “You are being so good to Jake, let me be good for you,” you whisper as you lick up her neck. 

She sighs so softly as your hand rakes over her chest and slowly finds its way to her heat. You stop at the hem of her thong before continuing further down. 

“Is this alright, baby?” you watch as she pulls off of Jake for air, using it to beg you to continue before taking Jake back in her mouth. You dip your hand into her heat as you smirk up at Jake. You immediately made contact with her swollen, sensitive bud as she yelps out against Jake’s dick from the relief. 

“Fuuuuuck, baby, it feels so fucking good when you make her whine like that around my cock,” Jake groans, throwing his head back. You chuckle as you continue to work Sadie’s clit, running your fingers through her folds.

“God, you are so fucking wet” you mutter as she moans lightly at your touch. You slip your fingers into her, eliciting a strong and loud moan that makes Jake quiver. As you work your fingers into her, rubbing her clit with your thumb, you reached the spot that made her push off Jake, gasping for air. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N, fuck– your fingers feel incredible,” she spits out. 

“Yeah? Right there, baby? God you’ve been so good to Jake, let me thank you properly” you answer, quickening your pace inside her. 

“Holy shit, Y/N,”  you heard Jake mutter while he lazily strokes himself as he watches you make Sadie unravel at your touch.

“Yes, YES! Fuck, oh my god, right there Y/N, please don’t stop,” Sadie screams out so needily that you can feel yourself dripping. “Let go, Sadie, we’ve got you, let me have it.” you chirp, bringing your other hand to work her clit and allow your other to reach up even further to her special spot and pump at a brutal pace. 

“OH, fuck, Y/N, I’m gon- I’m gon-” Sadie yelped. “Cum? Baby, here’s hoping, come on,” you encourage. 

You notice Jake has now lowered himself to your ear whispering “I’m not even touching myself and  fuck– I could fucking cum Y/N, goddamn.” 

You smirk back as you feel her squeeze around your fingers, right on the edge, so you lean in, placing your mouth around her nipple, pushing her into orgasmic ecstasy with your mouth as she screams out and rides your hand through her high, feeling her drip down your hand. After a moment, you slowly withdraw your soaked hand.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, that was amazing,” she says breathlessly as she comes down. “You’re amazing.” 

“She sure fucking is, isn’t she?” Jake chimes in from behind you.

You lean into Sadie and plant a long kiss on her lips. You exchange a smile before starting to rise when she grabs your hand, looking up at you from her knees. 

“Now let me show you how good you made me feel,” she seductively breathes out. You can feel your core dripping as you bite your lip. Nodding, she pulls herself up with your help, backing you both towards the bed. When the backs of her legs reach the bed, she drops to the floor, on her knees and you give her a confused look. 

“I want to taste and please you the same way I did Jake, on my knees for you,” she says, looking up at you through her eyelashes. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you run your hand through her hair and nod. Fuck, she keeps getting sexier, so eager to please you and Jake. You feel Jake’s breath on your neck as he stands behind you. “Fuck baby,” he mutters “You sure know how to pick ‘em…” he says, smirking into your skin as he presses his lips to your shoulder. 

Without a second thought, Sadie buries her face into you, knocking the air right out of you with the way her tongue pierces your dripping cunt. “Oh fuck, Sadie,” you shutter out and you can feel her hum against your clit. You reach for her head for stability, when Jake chimes in from behind. 

“Hold onto me, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispers, moving both of your arms to hold the back of his neck, essentially hanging onto him. He snakes his hands over your body, finally reaching your chest, as he buries his face into your neck the same way Sadie is currently doing so in your heat. You let out the most stinging moan as Sadie’s fingers slide inside you while Jake plays with your nipples, running his mouth all over your neck. 

“That’s it, baby, just relax and enjoy. Let us worship you,” Jake says against your skin as Sadie concurs with a long hum over your clit, her fingers working you perfectly. Your chest continues to heave as Sadie shakes her head side to side through your heat, Jake peering down to watch, his cock hard against your ass. 

“Mmmm, doesn’t she taste amazing, Sadie? The sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” Jake rasps out. Sadie begins a nodding action, the feeling amazing, as her tongue laps at you in that motion and you can’t help but grind down onto Sadie’s face and she continues to work you with her fingers. 

You are in a state of suspending euphoria you have never experienced before. The way Jake is leading you through it,  pushing you further and further to the edge.

“Do you trust me?” you hear Jake say, ripping you out of your euphoric state. “What?” you ask, quickly turning your head to get a glimpse of him. “Of course,” you answer. Jake meets your lips and continues, “Go with me on this.” You nod, confused but willing. 

He takes his left hand, wraps it around your front, pulling you back harshly, pressing you completely up against him, his cock painfully hard against your back. He peers over your shoulder, down at Sadie, snaking his right arm around your side before grabbing a handful of her hair. 

“Sadie, I am going to try something, just stay still and if you want us to stop, double tap my leg.” She begins to nod but Jake pulls her off of you to get a verbal confirmation. “Got it,” she says, looking up at you, wiping her dripping chin with the back of her hand, eagerly returning her mouth to you as you shutter against her. 

Jake tightens his grip around you and widens his stance, situating you two perfectly, almost fused together as one, with his cheek nuzzled up against yours. With a handful of Sadie’s hair, he begins to rock his hips. “Come on baby, rock with me,” he says. You begin to move with the rhythm of his hips, a loud drawn-out moan fills the heated air, your clit perfectly grinding against Sadie’s tongue. 

“That’s it, love, let me grind you onto Sadie’s face.” His words alone send your mind reeling and you completely surrender to him. Your hands leave the back of his neck, falling to steady yourself on the bed behind Sadie, Jake following you to this new angle. He takes advantage of the increased mobility to press you hard against him, holding Sadie’s head steady for you, as he quickens his pace and begins to fuck you onto Sadie’s face faster.  Jake’s own moans start to permeate the air as he humps his dick against your backside in search of desperate relief. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he spits out, licking at your ear. You can’t tell if it’s the actual pleasure or how fucking depraved this act is that has you chasing your high. Sadie continues her devastating pace with her tongue and fingers, only to reach around  Jake and push you both hard into her mouth. 

“Ah, fuck!” you yelp out and hear her moan against your clit. Jake’s own breathing is hot and heavy in your ear. “Fuck yes baby, that’s it.” He continues working you both into Sadie’s mouth as they get you close and starting to see stars. 

“Oh fuck, you both feel so good” you breathe out. 

“Is our pretty girl going to cum for us?” Jake says. “You going to finish all over Sadie’s pretty face?” Sadie pulls away for a moment, still working her fingers at a punishing pace. “Please Y/N, I want it, just like this” she spits out before returning her mouth to you. 

You begin to white knuckle the sheets, “Fuck fuck fuck FUCK” you scream, “Cum for us baby, do it, do it Y/N,” Jake authoritatively breathes out.

With Sadie reaching deeper inside you, pointedly flicking at your clit, and Jake fucking you against her mouth with his dick hard and leaking against your back, you’re nearly catapulted into another dimension. Your body is almost weightless as Jake holds you and Sadie steadies you with her hands, now resting firmly on your hips. Your moans come out as screams as Sadie works your wet release out of you before you hear the sound of it hitting the marble tile below, the filthy sounds echoing throughout the room. 

“Holy fucking shit, Y/N,” Jake breathes out as he peers further over you after feeling your orgasm on his bare feet. “That’s my good girl, that’s it, baby, fucking soak us.” 

You are completely fucked out, Sadie’s lapping at your clit makes you spasm as the rest of your release gushes out and drips down her face. You stay hunched over, heaving, arms barely holding you up against the bed, as Sadie gently runs her hands up and down your thighs reassuringly and Jake peppers kisses on your back. 

“Relax, Y/N. Just breathe baby, that’s it,” he speaks softly against your skin. After a moment, you catch your breath and find the strength to move one hand to Sadie’s face as she stays kneeling in front of you. You run your hand over her soaked face, letting out a breathy laugh that you two shared. 

“Fuck Sadie, you are a marvel,” you breathe out. 

“Y/N that has got to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, you two are so fucking sexy,” she replies, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh. You chuckle again at her words before reaching down to help her stand up before motioning to Jake. 

“Come on baby, help me get her cleaned up,” you say, raising your eyebrow at him and he nods, getting the message loud and clear. You lead the charge, taking to one side of her face and Jake takes the other, cleaning your release right off of her face. 

“Mmmmm” Jake hums. “You taste even better like this, if that’s even possible.” And just like that, you can feel your core dripping again. A devilish grin falls over your face. 

“Speaking of taste, Sadie, I haven’t tasted you in the way I want to yet.” You watch Sadie’s eyes darken as you back her to the bed. You slowly lower you both onto the bed, as you crawl up to Sadie’s face, sucking kisses all over her neck, running your teeth over her collarbone as she melts into your touch. As you continue to trace your teeth over Sadie’s chest, you reflexively sink your teeth in and yelp out in response to feeling Jake’s warm mouth against your cunt. 

“Sorry baby” you whisper up to Sadie before placing a gentle kiss on the bite. She smiles and takes your hair back behind your ear. 

“Fuck, baby” you hear Jake moan against you. “I can still taste the fruits of Sadie’s labor and damn is it fucking sweet, mhmmm.” The sound of him slurping you only makes you drip more into his mouth before he pulls off and begins to stroke himself at the sight before him. 

“I bet you taste just as sweet” you mumble over Sadie’s stomach, your mouth making its way down to her heat. You hear Sadie moan softly, placing kisses on her mound. “Sadie, baby…” you call out. She sits up on her elbows and looks at you. 

“Do you think we should let Jake fuck me while I eat you out all nice and pretty?” You can almost hear Jake’s eyes roll back at your remark. Sadie flashes a devilish grin, looking back at him stroking himself behind your raised ass. 

“He’s has been so good for us, hasn’t he?” she says smugly. The way she jumped right into your game without a word had you lustful once again. “But only if you think it’s okay,” she continued. You smiled back at her, before turning to Jake. 

“Jakey, say thank you to Sadie for letting you fuck me.” Jake’s entire body shuttered as his hand quickened for a few more strokes along his dick before stopping. “Thank you, Sadie, for letting me fuck Y/N,” he moaned without a second thought, absolutely desperate to finally feel you around him. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling behind you as you resumed your work on Sadie’s waiting heat. 

As your tongue found her clit, Jake seamlessly pushed right into you, still wet with your last orgasm. “And thank you, Sadie, for eating this pussy so good, Y/N feels so fucking incredible,” Jake stuttered out. Not missing a beat, he leans down to your ear, and whispers, “How’s your cake taste baby?” You groan against Sadie’s clit at Jake’s comment, your mind racing from the feeling of him inside you and her quivering underneath you.

“Fucking hell,” Sadie breathed out, throwing her head back at the sensation of the vibrations of your moan against her core. “You two are intoxicati- oh, fuck Y/N.” As Sadie moaned out, you felt Jake’s dick twitch inside you. 

“Jesus Christ,'' he groaned, continuing to pound into you. Sadie lifted your head from her core as she watched your face contort with pleasure as Jake’s dick brushed your cervix. You breathe out a shaky moan, louder than you anticipated. Sadie’s hand snaked under your chin as she beckoned you up on top of her. 

“God, I could cum just from watching your pretty face as he fucks you. Let me.” Fuck, if she didn’t know all the right things to say. You slowly moved up on Sadie, as Jake followed, and you laid on top of her. She licks at your neck while Jake continues to work you from behind, leaning down to lick up your spine. 

“Fuck Jake, your cock feels so fucking good,” you whine out. 

“Yeah baby?” he asks smugly and you nod feverishly. An idea sparked as Jake reminded you just how powerful his thrusts can be. You raised your fingers to Sadie’s mouth and she immediately sealed her mouth around them. With your coated fingers, you reached between you two and slid them into Sadie’s warmth. Her hands flew up to push against the headboard.

“Fuck, Y/N” she whined as her eyes rolled back. 

“That’s it, baby, let Jakey fuck my fingers into you,” you mutter, looking down at her with deep lust in your eyes. Jake let out a loud groan as he watched you both. As Jake’s hips slammed into you, you moaned into Sadie’s mouth, your fingers pumping her with the same force and pace, only to find her moaning right back into yours, it made your pussy quiver. 

“Jesus, fuck, Y/N, don’t do that, I can’t hold it if you do” Jake begs.

“So then don’t” you whimpered back through your own moans. You turned back to Sadie. 

“Sadie” you sigh out. “I need you to —oh fuck— I need you to cum for me,” you paused to let out a loud groan as Jake’s dick perfectly brushed your cervix. The force mirrored in the way your fingers were working Sadie. 

“Fuck fuck fuck” Sadie hollered out, “I’m close Y/N.” You curled your finger ever so slightly, “OH god, yeah.” She huffed out. 

“God, you’re fucking that pussy so well Y/N… fuck that’s so sexy,” Jake groans, slamming his hips into you. You try to answer but Jake’s cock has left your head completely empty of any conceivable thoughts. You reach back your free hand to intertwine with his on your hip as you lock eyes with Jake. 

“Make me cum baby, make us cum, pound into me, I can take it.” An animalistic growl bolstered out of Jake as his hips punished you, his balls violently slapping against you and your fingers sending Sadie over the edge.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she sang out as she started to release on your hand. “That’s it, baby,” you whispered against her as you moved your hand to hang off the back of Jake’s neck right as he lifted one of his knees so his foot was flat on the bed, the added leverage delicious, your vision going white.

“Baby I’m there,” you cry out as tears threaten to leave the corners of your eyes, squeezing them shut. 

“Oh fuck Y/N, Jesus, I’m going to cum–fuck, fuuuck,” Jake groaned, thrusting deep into you.

“Fuck me full, Jake. Please, I’m cum-“You didn’t even get the words out before you were collapsing into Sadie as your orgasm takes hold. 

“God, baby, I can feel you squirting out around my cock. Holy shit, don’t stop,” and with that, Jake rocketed into his own orgasm as you gushed around him. The three of your moans coat the walls as you come down from your highs. You all collapsed in a dog pile taking a few minutes to catch your breath, before you all began to laugh.  

You eventually manage to untangle from each other, falling back into the effortless banter you experienced with each other in the hotel bar hours ago. The late hour has your eyelids feeling heavy as you all fight off much-needed sleep. 

“Wow, it’s later than I thought,” Sadie spoke out, turning on her side to look at you both.

“You’re welcome to stay if you like, the bed is big enough. Or Jake and I can take the pull out,” you suggest as Jake nods in confirmation. 

“That’s very kind, but I better be getting home” Sadie answers. “Besides, my car will get towed if it’s still there when rush hour starts in– god, a few hours.” Sadie’s remark had you all notice the time and groan. 

“I had a lot of fun,” she says with a genuine smile. She departed shortly after as you and Jake lay in bed curled up in each other. 

“God Y/N, that was beyond my wildest dreams,” Jake says as you nuzzle into his chest. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby. You fulfilled my dreams too, you know,” you answer with a smile. A wicked smile grows across his face.

“You’re so hot, get over here,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a passionate kiss before turning off the lamp, allowing you both to drift off to sleep happily and dream about the unbelievable events that just transpired.

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London || JTK

18+MDNI

Paring: asshole!Jakexreader(f)

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I can’t even tell y’all how nervous I am; this is my first fic AND the first smut I’ve ever written. I’m a Third Eye Blind freak and just generally think this song is one of the sexiest songs in existence so naturally I knew I wanted to write this fic. Big big love and thank you’s for my editor @tommie-gvf. I loved writing this so much and didn’t think it could get any better until I saw everyone’s reactions.❤️‍🩹

I ask for your patience as I’m a beginner and am very open to criticism. Pretty please tell me what you think!

Summary || Jake has a lover that lives in London. He visits her every time he’s in town, but recently the simmering situationship has taken a toxic turn.

Content Warnings || swearing, alcohol consumption, party setting, toxic relationship, jealousy, over possession, verbal aggression, slight physical aggression, big angst, graphic sexual depictions

Kink Content || dom(m) and sub(f) shift, [semi] public sex, dirty talk; praise & [public] degradation, sadism, zelophilia, katoptronophilia, daddy kink, slight impact play, nipple play, dry humping, hand job, ejaculation(f), oral sex(f receiving), penetrational sex

Word Count || 8.3k+

*disclaimer - I have no idea how to write any European, reader’s origin is up for interpretation*

You continue to refresh your phone screen in hopes that it will load a new message or maybe even reveal a glitch.

“You know,” your best friend, Claire, aspires to tempt you back to reality, “that guy hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since we got here, right?”

A hum in acknowledgment of her bait is the only thing your split attention will allow as you proceed in refreshing your messages. Even going as far to restart your phone.

“He's kind of cute,” you return another hum as she sings further, “like really cute.”

“Go on then, have a go,” you try to push her self-assigned matchmaking duties back on her.

You have no choice but to be shoved back into the rumbustious surroundings of the overpopulated flat party as your phone is suddenly ripped from your hands. Claire raises it above her head not even bothering to investigate what might be holding you hostage. She is well aware of your antics.

“Please don’t tell me you're texting him again,” she lifts the device higher as you futilely lunge for it.

“He said he was coming,” you begin to gather a defense, “but I haven’t gotten a response since I sent the address… maybe hold my phone a bit higher?”

Claire lets out a monstrous groan of frustration and rolls her eyes, “You really are helpless!”

“I know,” you repine and give her your best pleading puppy dog eyes and hold two starving hands out in front of you.

Begrudgingly she gives in, slamming your phone against your awaiting palms. As soon as your phone is back in your possession you return to refreshing your messages, all in vain of course.

Whenever Jake was in London he always visited you, sometimes even flying you out to whatever part of Europe his show was in or just because he wanted to see you. A trail of one night stands that became ritual.

The nights always started out modest, the two of you innocently traipsing about parties and bars accompanied by his brothers. You would all share drinks and stories for hours, belly laughing until you were ceased by sore ribs, as if you had all been friends for decades.

Nevertheless without fail, as the drinks poured further so did Jake’s appetite for you. He'd always shadow you with some kind of seemingly harmless touch; a hand on the small of your back progressed into squeezing your knee and then thigh, to tugging you into him by the waist when he was made uncomfortable or wanted to share a secret amongst chaotic surroundings.

One by one, his brothers would slowly fade out; Sam first, then Danny, and Josh was always the last to let the party die, taking it with him when he went. From that point, the evenings between you and Jake would morph into a primitive and sensual burn. Teasing and tearing at each other until the two of you eventually spent the rest of your night curled around the other. Once again, darting back to your guarded bubble of shy soft intimacy; neither of you willing to accept it was different from anything else anyone made you feel. Time spent together was something the both of you always rushed through days for, memories neatly placed in a treasure chest of beloved keepsakes when it was over.

But lately, it was different. Something brittle and bitter had blossomed. Jake had gotten only bigger and busier. Sometimes, he’d pule about missing you so naturally you’d beg to see him. He’d send beautiful trinkets and fine clothing from whatever part of the world he was in that next week to ineffectively make up for his absence no token would ever emulate.

Though you are elated for him, you are also acutely aware of your need to move on in order to outrun the pining tidal wave that threatens to swallow you whole. You’d tried before, but no man was Jake. And seeing you with other men only spelled him into a envious fit. A sight that tormented you both, the other too afraid to cry out as nothing was ever set in stone.

So instead you’d go to war over some irrelative thing and he’d ultimately swear on his beloved he didn’t give a shit about you and when or if he’d see you again; only to gift you some pretty peace offering in amends to offset the vigorous cycle once again.

Like a vinyl record against the needle, the two of you are going round and round the same circle; different songs, same sonic. You know if the pattern continues, you are slowly headed towards the dead wax. You hope tonight will mend the broken pieces between you as he vowed he’d come to spoil you a few weeks ago.

“You need to cut him off,” Claire has stated her stance on the situationship brazenly before, “all he does is treat you like shit. He entertains you from a distance and keeps you waiting until he wants to get his dick wet.”

Having been through this debate with her many times, you only frown and exhale, “It's not like that and you know it.”

She mirrors your disapproval, “Isn’t it?”

Just as you are forming your rebuttal your phone buzzes in your hands; confiscating your ability to exist anywhere other than your screen. It might as well have looked like you were going to dial 9-9-9 the way you dementedly scramble to open your phone.

JAKE:

Hey, angel. Sorry, I got stuck at this dive with my brothers and now they don’t want to leave. I think we’re just going to spend the rest of the night here. Maybe I’ll catch you next time?

You had not been enjoying your time at this party. You had been ignoring your best friend. You had been ignoring cute flirty strangers. You had been exuberantly anticipating Jake’s company tonight for months. All to be left on read, pathetically pining for hours now; all so you could be stood up by the man.

Your chest bursts with flames of mortified resentment, fueled by his impudence. Irate does not even scratch the surface of how your heart pounds. Your blood is scalding, skin scorching.

Jake made you feel stupid yet again.

Your face must give you away before you can even get out a word of impertinence as you look up from the insolent text to see Claire smugly sipping her drink.

A knowing smirk spreads viral across her face, “He's not coming, is he?”

The last thing you want to do is tell her bitch ass she is right in your state of red. Instead, you offer her a question you know will sate her pride without feeding on your wounds.

A vengeful grin takes hold of you “Cute stranger checking me out, you mentioned?”

You have never seen her look so pleased with herself as she nods in the direction of a man at the end of the bar whose gaze you hold.

There is no way you are going to let this night go to waste. Not after Jake made such a desperate-looking fool out of you.

You decide if he is going to ignore you it's going to be his loss, not yours. You are not going to let him waste your time and you are definitely not going to let him take your fun.

You throw your most alluring eyes and innocent smile at the stranger and wave him over. He returns the greeting and calls some indiscernible phrases out to the bartender before receiving three drinks and walking over to your table.

He is tall, dark, and handsome. The complete opposite of Jake. A promise of great distraction.

He sets the three drinks down at your table pushing two glasses of what he claims to be screwdrivers towards Claire and yourself. He then proceeds to introduce himself as Hunter through an almost seemingly painful giant smile.

You can’t help but compare it to your favorite pretty and childlike grin Jake always wore, a sight you ache for.

You cordially engage in small talk with him, asking and answering the procedural “Where are you from?”, “What do you do?”, and “What do you like to do?”; fitting in the occasional desirous glances and seemingly innocent yet lingering touches when appropriate.

He is definitely funny, but not witty and satirical like Jake’s humor; undeniably intelligent, but not in the philosophical and existential sense like Jake.

You mentally berate yourself for still thinking about a guy who is obviously not thinking about you when Hunter clutches your hand, ripping you from your dissociation.

He points towards the middle of the flat where you see multiple people frolicking about, “Do you want to dance?”

Why the hell not? You throw back the rest of your drink and smirk wide in response. This seems to oddly appease Hunter but you think nothing of it as you feel yourself being towed to the make-shift dance floor.

At first, the movements are modest, just an adventurous activity between acquaintances. But after a few songs, you feel the alcohol rid you of your inhibitions, most likely against your better judgment, but at this moment you can’t seem to wrap your fingers around any care if you tried.

You grind and tangle yourself up with this man you hardly know. He seems into it and you are blissfully swept away from your afflictions, a win-win. So what is the harm?

As soon as the thought has come and gone, you feel it; an overwhelming perilous sensation of being surveilled. You turn your attention over to where you had left Claire at your table to see her deeply engaged in conversation with Josh.

Fuck. Where there is a Josh there is most certainly a Jake.

You whirl towards the flat’s bar to lock eyes with the source of the sinister stare; an infuriated Jake leaning against the countertop, arms crossed. He holds your gaping stare with a blistering nostril-flared one of his own, licking over his salient bottom lip into that bewitching pout and clenching his jaw.

A small part of you threatens to collapse under guilt as if you have been caught doing something wrong. But you find the majority of you seethes under a new tantalizing flame, devouring any clemency present.

Almost drunk off of this new power dynamic, finally, you have the upper hand and Jake is the one squirming. Of course, you want Jake over this clown any day of the week but he had made you wait almost all night, he can definitely handle a few more minutes.

You spin, now facing towards Jake’s beaming acrimony from the bar, allowing him a full access view to you commandeering one of Hunter's hands connected to the small of your back and slowly guiding him down to your ass, the other to your waist. You press your backside against his pelvis and his hips follow, grinding in the motions of your own.

You stretch upward as high behind you as you can, sinking your fingers into Hunter’s thick black curls. Just to sell it, you showmanly lean your head back against Hunter’s shoulder and whisper sweet nothings in his ear when he leans down into you.

You glance up at your petulant victim to see Jake roll his eyes and throw his head back in a deriding chuckle before he slams down the rest of his pint. Jake is most certainly under your spell.

You tell yourself that each song with Hunter is the last dance until you’re unsure how many have passed. Any concept of time you own is completely suspended in the delicious way Jake looks when he is hungry to devour what he can’t have, and in this moment it happens to be you.

Abruptly, you feel yourself being swept towards the nearest wall and your face being tilted up towards Hunter’s as he cranes his mouth down to meet yours.

It is nice. Pleasurable for sure. He is definitely a good kisser, but again all you can bring yourself to think of is Jake’s perfectly pink pouty lips pressed against yours.

There is no point in tormenting Jake if you are just as miserable.

As you are about to break away from the stale kiss, Hunter’s weight that is pinning you up against the wall unexpectedly falters, sending you fumbling to the floor. You attempt to regain your balance but the room is slightly spinning, a likely side effect from the alcohol in your bloodstream. You might have questioned it having only had a drink or two if your focus wasn’t currently employed by figuring your way back to vertical.

A hand makes its way into your line of sight, offering to help you up. You swat away the aid, recognizing it as Jake’s. He huffs and shakes his head vexed. Jake brings himself closer to the whirling stack of bones that you are on the floor and tenaciously claps his rangy hands around your waist; making a show to assign his fingers in the exact arrangement where Hunter’s had just been. He devoutly springs you to your feet as if you'd rehearsed the move. As soon as you gain your footing you step back from Jake and dust yourself off, despite landing on a clean floor.

You inspect your crumbs of clues; the boys glaring at each other and at the brink of verbal warfare. You arrive at the conclusion that a fuming Jake had let all restraint dissipate as he shoved Hunter off of you in his impulsive fit.

“Why don’t you go find some other victim to slam into a wall,” Jake snarls, “she’s had enough for tonight.”

“She didn’t seem to have a problem when she was dancing all over me,” Hunter shoots back genuinely confused, “are you supposed to be her boyfriend or something?”

You race to interject, “He is not,” addressing Hunter but then throw your finger in Jake’s face, “and you have no right-”

Hunter takes one big territorial step to cleat himself between you and your oppressor. An exasperated Jake scowls at your fictitious defender and back to you, his features melting into a sickened sight as if to ask if you are really going to allow him to be vilified as the threat.

Of course protection from Jake is the last thing you will ever need. He could say whatever he’d like but Jake will never lay a harmful finger to you.

However, the hunt makes the game. You subtly shrug at Jake and let the mens’ egos carry out your dirty work.

Hunter sets his fist on Jake’s sternum in an attempt to get him to step back, “Mate, she doesn’t seem to be into it so why don’t you give us some space.”

This is the trigger that detonates the antagonized man just in front of your human shield.

“Oh trust me, mate,” he mimics Hunter in an explosion, the shrapnel riding your blood to your cheeks, “when I say I happen to know what the little slut is into and it is definitely not-” Jake is cut off by a panicky Josh now stepping in between the two before Jake can say anything he can’t take back.

Josh seems to instruct his detesting brother through glances. You always find it hard to properly digest a situation with the appropriate amount of severity when the twins begin conversing with mere facial expressions.

It only lasts for a second or two before Jake refixes his glare towards Hunter. Mirroring Jake, Josh returns to Hunter with an antsy smile and places a friendly hand on his barely-reachable shoulder, as if he is about to deliver bad news.

“Sorry about him,” he starts to mediate, motioning towards his fuming twin he shrugs and chuckles nervously, “tequila makes him aggressive.”

You almost giggle at Josh’s flamboyant rescue. He is a detail oriented man who is verbally quick on his feet. He usually paints pictures you can not poke holes in. So you know he must be distraught or drunk as you hadn't even seen Jake drink an ounce of liquor since he arrived.

However, Hunter doesn’t seem quite as amused as he slaps Josh's hand off and grunts, “Whatever, I don’t do crazy exes anyway.”

He insincerely waves you off and facetiously blows Jake a kiss in one last satirical jab before sauntering off, dematerializing amongst the crowd.

Jake now recoils from Josh’s touch and waits for him to vanish as well. However, Josh’s sight seeks you and bears a disapproving nod, warning you to behave in a glower. For a split second, you forget he is a twin as his protective demeanor is all that of a vigilant elder sibling.

Nevertheless, Josh makes his way back to where he had been so unnecessarily interrupted and dragged away from Claire.

Your attention gravitates to Jake in daggers. Before you can form any thoughts or strategy, venom goes flying past your lips, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

Jake swivels his head around, slightly panicking at all the partygoers that had stopped party going to sightsee this freak show. He never likes to be the center of attention unless he has six strings and a fretboard under his fingers.

Nimbly, he leads you by the arm into the nearby bathroom and slams the door shut.

You throw your arms out in confusion, “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”

He fires back, “No, just my patience with you!”

The room is small enough now that his scent circulates and the offensive smell of beer and bourbon attacks your senses; which explains his uncharacteristic boldness.

“Shit, Jake, you smell like a fucking brewery,” you spit out.

He seems to grasp how sloppy he let himself get. Your words siphon a hint of sobriety as he takes a deep breath and now speaks to you with a much more repealed approach.

You can tell he is still upset but is focusing on his convictions for the moment, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean for you to fall like that.” He hesitates, “And I’m sorry- I have no idea why I called you slut- I didn’t mean-”

You are nearly swept away by the sweet breeze of your angelic Jake; the one that trips over his words when he gets excited and loves to take on whimsical personas of his own invention. Jake that is present and kind, even at the end of the night. But just like a fleeting breeze, you easily withstand his charms.

He may have found his composure but you certainly did not, not that you want to, “I’m fine, Jacob! Want to explain whatever the shit that was?!”

Any remorse present in his tone abandons him, “Oh please, you wanted that! I could see it all over your face while you were messing with that prick. I don’t even know why I'm surprised. You’re like a child who throws a fucking fit. The moment I don't do or tell you exactly what you want you go throw yourself into the arms of some random no-good fuck. I knew you were with him as soon as you went radio silent.”

You narrow your eyes at him. You’re almost suspicious of the blank canvas he’s left for you to fill in with logic; he’s usually ten points ahead when debating, never speaking a vulnerable statement for someone to collapse before him. You are almost hesitant to ask the question.

Your hand finds your hip as a means to reinforce your interrogation, “That’s just it, isn’t it? You don’t own me, Jake! So what if I was dancing with Hunter?”

He rolls his eyes and growls at the mention of his name. If Jake were an ounce more theatrical you swear he would have gagged too.

You cross your arms and lean into the balls of your feet as you sharpen your questions, knowing you have him trapped, “If you knew, why did you even show up then? Why do you even care? It’s not like I’m your girlfriend or anything?”

He blurts out way too quickly to disguise any aloofness, “I don’t care!”

Jake immediately throws his head back in defeat and groans, crumbling under further rumination of your questions, as if they frustrate him as much as they do you, “I don’t know! You just- It kills me to see you- sometimes- you make me so-”

He is struggling to articulate his thoughts without making himself look like the blatant asshole, but you see right through it.

You, however, have no problem spitting the word out. In fact, it progresses the igneous tension between the two of you into a delicious sweltering burn.

You dangle the word right in front of him just to watch him squirm, “Jealous?”

The accusation furrows his brow and tightens his shoulders.

If you didn’t know any better, his sudden dark tone would have you red with shame for such an accusation, “You think I’m jealous? Trust me, kitten, you haven’t even seen jealousy. Go fuck that guy for all I care.”

You giggle and raise a slanderous eyebrow, soundlessly challenging his overtly bogus defense. Your defiance vacillates Jake back to his munition.

He charges towards you, his footsteps following the alignment of his pointer finger swinging in your direction, “What the fuck are you smiling at- You know what?! Fuck this and fuck you! You always do this. Always getting me into more trouble than I bargain for.”

Jake is growling in fragments now, growing taller with every step he takes drawing in towards you, surrendering to your gravity.

“This isn’t me! I’m not this person who gets jealous and fights with strangers at a party,” he gestures his clenched fists towards you, arms length away now, “And I don’t like being angry with you!”

Jake corners you between the wall and a stall, yet his rushing commute ceases to falter, “And what’s worse is I actually think you enjoy this! You must get off on this! I think you want to see me lose my mind!”

Jake is close enough that you are now confronted by the moles that cradle his right jaw, the charming silver starting to streak from his temples, the sculpt in the cartilage of his prominent nose, and the slight uneven curl of his upper lip. Details no camera could capture and no screaming fan could ever have knowledge of; intimate details one would ever amass without his admission.

If he moves any closer he would have to kiss you. He scolded you for getting worked up off his anger when he was doing the exact same thing. The worst part being you aren’t even sure if he has caught on to this rage-driven gravitation between the two of you. His face reads “Caution, stay away,” but his body is imploring you to take care of him. He is right where you want him, giving you all the power once again.

He resumes waving his finger at you and stiffly pokes your collarbone. He opens his mouth to make another point but his words never deliver themselves. You see his very thoughts dematerialize as he touches your buzzing skin.

He doesn’t even lift his finger from you, just lets it fall to the start of your breasts, making your chest heave. He subconsciously presses his body to yours; so close you catch his erratic breaths on your lips.

You hastily retort while he is distracted, “That’s pretty amusing considering you're the asshole that ruined my night, not the other way around, slut.”

He rakes the pad of his finger still connected to you, up your clavicle till it rests at the top of your outermost prominent neck muscle, delicately wrapping the rest of his digits around your throat once he runs out of room. He sinks further into your orbit so that he is now hovering just above your features.

“Look at you, just begging for someone to put you in your place,” he rasps out, ever so slightly applying a teasing pressure to reduce your air flow.

Collecting yourself enough to stream your words out in a lazy river, you dare taunt the feral man that holds your next breath between his fingers, “Look at you, Jacob, absolutely rabid with jealousy.”

“I’ve had it with your little attitude,” his hand delectably contorts further around your throat in a fit of conniption as he roars through clenched teeth, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t fucking drag me here to make me jealous.”

“Bite me, Jake,” you roll your eyes at his arrogance.

You expect him to snap at you, to reprimand you for your insubordination. However, to your surprise he laps one long stripe from the corner of your pout to the start of your cheekbone. The action expels your nerves into shock; a shudder slithers its way up your spine.

Jake sighs against the shell of your ear, “Is that why you’re being such a little fucking brat? You just want me to bite you, sweetheart? Is that it?”

Your only response is a whimper as a crackling heat awakes between your thighs and your hips grind into Jake on their own accord; giving him the only answer he needs.

Satiated by your feedback, Jake nearly moans at regaining the upper hand, “I swear- and why should I even care, kitten?”

You urgently squeal, struggling against your constricting airway, “Because it’s your fault! I’ve never craved attention until you did this to me!”

Cocking his head to the side to purport the appearance of a disapproving analysis, he mocks your need, “How did we end up like this, beautiful? We are absolutely no good for each other.”

You don’t bother devising a clever response, knowing he’s already decided to give you what you want.

He clenches his jaw and runs his tongue along the ridges of his teeth, twisting the pink muscle into the crevices of his molars, “It’s rude to stare, kitten. Do I need to teach you how to use that pretty smart mouth of yours?”

You only bat your eyes at him, your expressionless face waiting for what you know comes next.

He raises an eyebrow at you, impatient for some response and mutters, “Say something.”

A shit-eating grin sneaks its way onto your face, “Don’t forget to lock the door, babyboy.”

Jake’s once kind eyes grow dark to an absolutely immoral shade of lust. Heedlessly, his lips crash against yours, the sensation you’ve fantasized about since the last time his mouth deserted yours. He tastes of bourbon and peaches.

He slips his hands around your ass and hauls you up to straddle his waist. You wrap your legs around him as he staggers towards the door lock as you instructed, as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you long enough to complete the task first.

Jake places you on the sink and protestingly pries himself back from you, as if starving for more but looking at you was a vital duty he must perform.

His eyes plot you up and down, infatuated with this strand of you, reserved only for him. You don’t have to say a word for Jake to know what happens when he’s away; the way you move for him confesses everything he is already aware of. He is the only one capable of having you completely and utterly vulnerable and unguarded and unadulterated; animalistically yourself.

For the first time tonight, Jake’s pretty pout draws back in a genuine smile for you; a giddy fool and his favorite fix.

He gracefully reaches to untie your wrap blouse and it falls to your sides, uncurtaining your heaving breasts. He hums in satisfaction of your physique.

Jake lightly places his hands on your knees and observes as his fingers featherly dance upon your thighs, only to stop and squeeze into the thick of them until he leaves white imprints. He curls into you, Jake’s perpetually exposed chest rubbing against your newly bare nipples, extracting a hiss from you.

Your core already weeps with need.

The hungry man burrows his face into your neck but stops right before his lips meet your skin, knowing you desperately need his mouth.

He teases you with a tickling whisper, “Fuck- I missed you. They don’t make girls like you in Nashville.”

The ribbing huff of his breath makes you shudder.

You press your hand against his hip, slide it down the curve of his thigh and inward till you map out his hard length through his pants, “I can see, you poor thing.”

Your movement draws a low growl from him in your ear, “Fuck- You see what you do to me, kitten? You see all the problems you cause me?”

You begin to palm him through his clothes and feign out a bratty whine, “Yes, but we always have such a good time, don’t we Jakey?”

Jake begins to eat at your neck while you continue to caress him until he moves down and out of your reach.

He plots out your clavicle, licking down your sternum through the valley of your peaking breasts; delaying his journey to lap one of your nipples into his warm salacious mouth as he gropes the other in his lanky hand. A few mumbled swears fall from you as Jake begins to venture in biting and sucking marks into the supple flesh of your breasts, soothing each spot with candied kisses afterwards.

“Shit- just when I thought these perfect tits couldn’t get any prettier. An absolutely breathtaking sight with my bitemarks,” he pants.

Jake’s mouth resumes its migration south to your goosebump ridden thighs. He sinks his fingers into the flesh of your ass, resting his elbows against the corners of the sink for balance as he lowers the rest of his body to accommodate the angle of your glistening center.

His mouth now takes purchase of where his fingertips had just deserted your thighs, kissing away the residual sting; closer and closer to your entrance till his head vanishes, canopied in between your skirt and legs. You feel the heat of his huffing through the lace of your panties. The sensation alone is enough to make you whine with need. Jake then bites into the material of your damp thong, sampling your arousal as he tugs your underwear to the side using his teeth. Jake plants his lips to yours in a row of delicate kisses, making you quiver with anticipation.

“Wider,” he growls out the demand.

You lean back to let your bare shoulder blades rest against the ice cold mirror behind you in order to grant him better access to your wetness. Jake is entranced as he gapes at how the chill glass spells you to hiss and clench around nothing.

He takes a deep inhale of you and slots the tip of his nose against your entrance. In one agonizingly slow movement he reclines his head so that his nose flits over your aching clit as he sticks out the flat of his tongue to follow the lewd trail.

You open your mouth to sing his praises but all that comes out is his name in a hiccuping squeak.

He then wraps his ample lips around your throbbing clit and nimbly sucks it into the warm plush of his mouth, swirling his velvety tongue around your bud.

The deed elicits a piteous wail to escape you and the confiscation of any remaining control over your restless limbs. Your hips involuntarily swing forward, seeking more of his mouth.

He rewards you with a swift smack against your thigh, “Easy,” he begins to plant light kisses on your entrance, “needy little thing today, aren’t you?”

Having not fully removed his mouth from you, the vibrations of his teasing words sends unexpected ripples of titillation humming through you, instigating your reeling squirms further, “Relax, kitten. I know how to take care of you. I know what you need.”

He finally unlatches his other hand from your ass. You hadn’t even registered the delicious sting of his fingers over the imperious pleasure of his mouth; a pain promising to blossom into pretty hues of purples, blues, and greens.

He delineates the curve of your thigh with his fingertips, finally fluttering over your entrance. Impatiently, he hikes your skirt up to bunch at your waist. He savagely yanks your lace underwear down and over your ankles, not even bothering to wait for you to adjust to help slip the material off. He looks to you with a seemingly innocent goofy grin as he pockets his newly pillaged treasure.

You roll your eyes and press your lips together to stifle your obvious giggle. In a feigned offense, Jake snatches your ankles in his grasp to reestablish his authority and your attention. Slowly, he lifts your legs to settle your thighs around his shoulders, careful not to throw off your balance on the porcelain counter.

You lock your ankles around him as his hands pet up your legs and wrap around your thighs to bore into your flesh. Jake reintroduces his mouth to your soaking entrance, sloppily devouring your nectar.

Though pleasing, you know he is holding out on you. Jake loves to hear you beg; for you to pray for what you know he can’t help but give you.

“Jake, more,” you demand despite knowing it will land void.

He immediately ceases his feed and arrogantly reminds you of your place, “Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders now, are you kitten?”

Mourning the loss of his mouth, you choke on a sob, “No, Jake!”

He tenderly begins to brush his digits along your skin, “That’s right, but I happen to know that pretty mouth sings a lot lovelier than she barks.”

He moves one of his thumbs to circle over your swollen clit as incentive, making his compulsion undeniable.

You desperately pant out your pleas, “Please- Shit- Please, Jake. I need- Jake- Fuck- fingers?”

“Sorry, baby, you’re not making any sense,” he terrorizes you now, stretching a free digit from your bud to tease your entrance.

You manage to piece together your needs enough to satisfy him, “Jake- please, I need your fingers- need them inside me- I need to soak them- please, baby?”

Your scandalous words draw a sweet moan from him. The vivacious grant of your request tells you he can’t stand to make you wait any longer.

He begins pumping his middle and ring finger inside you, making you mewl his name.

He once again envelopes your clit in his lips and begins to suck and lap you towards ecstasy. You feel the euphoric tension strain your abdomen as Jake curls his fingers around the spot he always seems to effortlessly discover.

“Fuck- Jake don’t stop- please- please don’t stop,” your voice reaches the high pitch only he brings it to.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, you sound too pretty with my fingers inside you to deny,” he coos against your sensitive clit.

Jake’s lustful praises send you into an orgasmic haze as your walls squeeze around his fingers and back arches away from the mirror.

As he feels you getting close, Jake begins to coach you, “Relax for me, beautiful. Can you relax that pretty pussy for me?”

You inventory only enough coherency to wantonly moan, indicating your process of his demand.

“Good girl, that's it. Just breathe and take it,” his praises coerce you into obedience.

Even though every endorphin in your body is imploring you to writhe at Jake’s touch, you do your best to relax and breathe as he ordered. You relent to Jake’s fingers, allowing him to caress into a new spot, a fresh wave of sensitivity finding you.

He knows he’s found the place as soon as you squeal his name in response. He begins to violently fuck deep into you with his hand, pumping in and out of you, his fingertips catching his new target every time, catapulting you into your orgasm. You're consumed by white heat as you soar through your ecstasy.

You’ve cleared through your orgasm yet oddly the tension in your abdomen is not alleviated but is now twice as constricting.

Jake never ceases to send his fingers in and out of you at a furious pace and the pressure that builds is of a different class, requiring your whole body to participate in your release. Where he was once babying his mark, he is now assaulting it; his digits curling into you with every pump. The sloppy sounds of Jake finger fucking you grows louder with every stroke.

His lips swallow your clit, slurping you into his mouth for safekeeping, sending you into overdrive as you approach this new release. Your pussy begins to convulse and contract around Jake but he drives into you faster still.

“That’s it, babygirl, cum for me. I’ve missed having you on my tongue,” his words barely make their way into your consciousness.

Your vision begins to black out as your eyes roll back and your slick sprays his face and coats his hands.

Yet, Jake refuses to cease his assault. Your climax builds within you so tight, it rips its way out of you. Your cunt expels a deluge of liquids and continues to pour into Jake’s hand with every dizzying clench of your cunt. Again. Again. And again. Until you are downpour, trickling past his wrist and onto the tile floor.

“Fucking shit- Jacob- don’t stop- I can’t- I’m still cumming- Ja- Baby- Jacob,” your voice melodically crashes and breaks against waves of rasping screams and swearing whimpers louder still, floating off somewhere in oblivion.

Jake thinks it's the most beautiful you’ve ever sounded. Your body finally gives, and you collapse back against the mirror behind the sink. After a few seconds you peek your eyes open to see the mess you made.

He pulls away from you to stand once again and observes his glistening hand in a gaping awe, unphased by your cum dripping down his chin.

“I love when you do that,” he mutters more to himself than you as he slurps your elixir from his own limb.

He isn’t even touching you but the pornagraphic sight reels a moan from you.

“Does my beautiful girl want a taste of her own orgasm?”

He places his fingers along your lips, waiting for your consent. You stick your tongue out and he slides his digits up along the textured muscle until you stifle a slight gag; the veins that decorate his knuckles pressing into your top lip.

He pulls your mouth closer to his with his fingers, slipping them out just before he slides his tongue between your lips; you further taste your glaze as he licks into your mouth.

He impatiently pulls away from you with a hungry groan and scatters to undo his belt. His pants fall to his ankles, his normally hidden curves now visible; a delectable sight you will never grow tired of. His physique is appetizingly curvier than most men and the very view made your dripping pussy flutter without remedy.

Jake catches your ravenous stare and arrogantly quips, “See something you like, kitten?”

Rather than respond, you greedily grab at him and slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. You tug him closer along with the material and shimmy it down to liberate his hard painfully pink penis.

“I missed you too,” you run a finger over his leaking tip, causing his head to roll back in a hiss, “and this pretty cock.”

In one swift movement, you quickly gather your remaining arousal on his face in your free hand and reach down to slather his throbbing dick. You lay messy open mouth kisses along his jaw and neck as you now lightly pump him in your hand.

“Fuck- you’re so hot,” Jake rasps out at the loss of composure; his mouth slacks agape as you continue to jerk him off.

You move your hand to flick at his head and his features further melt in bliss.

“Slow down,” he whimpers, ”I want to be dripping down your thighs, not your hand,” his statement demands your submission.

You can tell Jake is unraveling fast as he starts twitching in your fingers. He is close until he obstinately pulls you away from him by the wrist.

You pout out an apology and he relocates your hands around his shoulders, and grabs your waist as he paints your cheek with open mouth kisses. His tongue works a long stripe behind your ear and sucks your lobe into his mouth.

He speaks through teeth clenched around your cartilage, “You always misbehave like such a brat, but underneath it all my girl is just a sweet thing, aren’t you?”

His intimate words alone render you to a din of pitiful mutters and swears.

You feel him begin to press his hard cock into the thick of your thigh, involuntarily pursuing relief, “You just need someone who knows what you are, hmm? Knows what you need?”

You praise and beg as your center is reintroduced to that familiar ache, “Jake, please. You know what I need.”

The sensation of Jake grinding himself against your leg dissolves all restraint. You try to buck your hips towards him in search of what you want most, but he doesn’t let you succeed. Jake arrests your waist to push you further back onto the sink.

He snickers at your cupidity, “What a greedy little slut. Just came a fucking mess and you already want more.”

You stroke his ego with hopes flattery will seduce him, “Yes- I’m a glutton for you, please, Jake?”

You scoot back up to the edge of the sink and grab at him; mad for his touch. Instead, your ambition is requited with a stinging smack to your cunt as he bellows the command, “Sit still! I’m not going to tell you again.”

You can’t help the fearless groan that echoes throughout the small room.

He bitterly miffs, “Yea? Should have thought about that before you were fucking around with that shit for brains?”

“Jake, I’m sorry,” you gravel, growing more impatient by the second that you can’t feel him.

Your insincere words purchase you no spoils as he taunts you further, “Good- You have no idea. I wanted to break his fucking nose wide open! What was his name again, sweet thing?”

Before you can fashion any remark, he yanks you to teeter on the end of the countertop once again. Jake, shaft in hand, drives his throbbing tip just past your lips, and flicks himself against your sensitive clit.

Your knuckles grip white against the corners of the porcelain struggling to remain in place as you whimper gibberish, “Fuck- Jake- I- MMM- fuck-”

“Look at my good sweet girl, so cock drunk she can’t even remember the pawn she was using to make me jealous a few minutes ago,” he smugly croons.

He featherly runs his fingers through the tresses of your hair. As he smooths down your mane you cave into his touch.

“I fucking hated seeing you with him,” his words drip with scorn, “It killed me. You deserve better because you’re my good girl.”

Lining himself up to press into your labia, he docks his forehead against your clavicle to look down at his toying with you. Slightly arching forward, his pink head only just glides past your entrance.

You are teetering over the line of ditzy, Jake’s tantalizing quips being the only tether before you are too far gone, “What a filthy slut? Playing dirty to get Daddy’s attention?”

Any remaining composure flees from you as the name is growled against your skin and you immediately call it back to him, “Shit- I’m- fuck- I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, fuck me?!”

One hand still residing in your hair, he tugs by the root to guide your ear to his open mouth, “Well you’ve got my attention now, my sweet little fucked out thing.”

Without warning, Jake mercilessly thrusts himself inside you to the hilt. You slap your hand over your mouth to silence the obscene wails tearing through you.

Jake promptly rips your hand away, “Don’t you fucking dare. I want everyone to hear my little cock drunk slut sing.”

Without granting you an opportunity to adjust to his girth, he pulls himself nearly all the way out just to plunge himself all the way back in, driving into that magical spot.

Just as that illustrious need grows in your stomach, Jake pulls out completely. You don’t have the opportunity to protest before he gathers you from off the countertop and twists you around towards your reflection. He gingerly presses his touch into the protruding shape of your shoulder blade, lightly ushering you to lean over the slab of the counter. You surrender to Jake’s decree, not willing to risk your orgasm.

Jake finds your fucked out gaze through the mirror and faintly adjures, “I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

You know better than to mistake his lowly tone for submission. You lean your weight on your elbows as you settle against the sink and raise your head to take in every detail as Jake begins fuck into you from behind.

His pace starts off moderate, but every stroke pierces deep. Your eyes are spellbound by the vision of his pelvic bone slamming into your ass with every harsh swing of his hips.

You do your best to keep your eyes visible as his rhythm picks up, but inevitably your head hangs limp, dizzy from your approaching high. You resign from your efforts once he begins to rock into you faster, burying himself further in your cunt.

You are compensated by a half-lidded Jake forcing your head back up by your chin, “Nah-uh. Look at me, baby.”

You manage to anchor your head where Jake repositioned it, but you are helpless to the way your eyes roll back as he swivels his hips rutting into that sweet spot. Jake grants you exoneration as your walls tighten around his twitching cock, indicating you are close.

Your every muscle trembles as you are abraded by your final orgasm. You're too far gone in your trance. You babble a gibbered language of swears and crying moans as you give into the chemical release.

“Just one more for me, babygirl, you can take it,” he hushes you.

You are strung back from your trip by the stutter of Jake’s hips and hiccuping moans. He is close. You see him tire as he curls around you, his panting grunts tickling your skin.

“Come on, baby,” you root for him despite your own overstimulation, “fuck me full. Want it so bad.”

You are captivated by the reflection of his features contorting under bliss as he fights to keep his hips in motion. You roll your hips to follow Jake’s strokes as his high suspends his stamina.

His eyes roll back as he begins to convulse, his dick jerking inside you. He releases, his lewd moan of absolute venery graces your ears as he empties himself inside you, coating your pulsing walls.

Jake goes limp, briefly taking refuge against your backside as he catches his breath and you come down from your highs together. He lazily litters your skin with kisses wherever his lips can reach.

He sighs against your spine, “Fuck- you’re magnificent. Absolutely electric.”

He wills himself to stand vertical, tugging his pants back in place over his hips before he eases you upright. Assisting you with his steady grip on your pelvis, the steamy skin of his lithe chest sticks to your backside. He wraps an arm around your waist to hold you steady as your knees buckle upon landing, pulling you into him once more. He bows his head to warrant his lips to lathe your neck, savoring the salt of your skin.

Far too consumed to break away from his sloppy kisses, he tilts his head as his eyes hunt for the reflection of yours, “But I meant what I said earlier, we’re no good for each other.”

He nibbles his way up and sucks at the muscle of your jaw, “I like you way more than I planned to but there’s no way we can continue like this, babygirl.”

You go numb; the only sensation present being pins and needles pricking your chest. His words spell you dumb, abolishing any sense to speak or move.

He delicately spins you to face him once again and tenderly kisses the tip of your nose.

Jakes slightly pulls back to skillfully tie your blouse back up for you, “Whatever this is, it's got to settle here.”

“Jake- you-,” you breathlessly chase for the tail of your thought that doesn’t seem to exist.

He squeezes your hands in his, “I mean it, kitten, don’t call me anymore. I won’t pick up for you.”

The tender manner in which his lips love on you does not mesh with his condemning words.

He draws back to see tears you aren’t aware are now rolling down your flushed cheeks.

He lets go of one of your hands to cup your jaw and kisses the salty sadness from your features, “Don’t cry, baby, you’re perfect.”

He envelopes your lips between his one last time before he brings your hand still in his grasp to place his pucker against your knuckles and whisper, “Please take care of yourself for me, babygirl.”

You are prisoner to paralyzation as those enticing amber eyes abandon you; rendering you to nothing but shattered forsaken ruins strewn across an empty bathroom, grasping and grappling to purchase any sort of rationale beyond the carnage.

You’re forced to silently choke on consternation at the sight of his chestnut waves bouncing against his shoulders as Jake weightlessly vanishes through the swinging door.

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[milkgemini]

Adultery

Pairing: Jake Kiszka X f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: CHEATING (if you don’t like it, don’t read 😛), smut, minors DNI, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, language

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It’s wrong. 

Those thoughts you’ve been thinking? The made up scenarios you’ve formed in your head? It’s not right. 

There are many layers as to why this case is out of reach. Unfathomable. 

For one, it would be in your best interest to not get fired here. You work for this man. Sleeping with the one you answer to, the person who has the power to terminate you with the snap of his fingers, wouldn’t look good to your boss, huh? 

But let’s cut the shit, and get to the real problem at hand. 

Jake Kiszka is not a single man. 

He has a partner. She is a lovely woman. Whom he’s been involved with for several years. You knew this from the way he spoke of her. Many times you’ve been witness to the rushed FaceTime calls he’s shared with her before stage. 

Oh, and there was that one time you caught yourself with your ear pressed to his dressing room door, listening to the way he spoke to her on the phone. His voice soft and sultry. 

“I miss you” her voice echoed from the other side of the phone. 

“Can you do something for me tonight, babe?” He asked. 

“Anything.” Her voice was desperate. You could hear the way she yearned for him through the phone. 

“Think of me tonight when you slip your fingers below that lace and pleasure yourself. Think of me the entire time. Say my name when you cum.” 

He was taken. Unavailable. Off the market. 

But you didn’t even feel bad. That was the worst part. 

You especially didn’t feel bad that night after eavesdropping on their phone call. You did exactly what he asked of her and thought of him the entire time. Just like most nights. 

But you weren’t crazy. 

There was a reason behind the pining for Jake. Every other time, the subtle flirtatious manner was reciprocated. 

You remember the times where his touch lingered longer than it should have against your skin. 

The times he brought you things like water or a snack, when that was quite literally your job for him. 

And what about that time he specifically instructed you to “remain side stage for the entire show”? 

You weren’t crazy. 

Right?

“30 minutes ‘til stage people. Let’s get a move on.” An annoying voice rang through your radio. 

Do they really have to update us every 10 minutes?

You added some pep to your step, despite the agitation of the constant reminder. 

These places all looked the same behind the scenes. Long boring hallways with a bunch of doors to random places lining the walls. 

The echo of your footsteps reverberated from the concrete floors to the cinder block walls. 

“What’s the rush?” 

Fuck.

The door to his dressing room was cracked. He sat lazily against the couch. His left arm draped over the top of the cushion, his legs crossed. 

That curled smile. Jake had this signature smirk. It was like the Cheshire Cat. Like he knew he would forever get away with the shit he pulled. 

“It- its 25 minutes to show. Shouldn’t you be…” You’ve lost your train of thought at the sight of him rising from the couch, dusting off the imaginary lint from the thigh of his pants. 

“I’m always ready for whatever the night has in store.” He answers your unfinished question, the shit eating grin still plastered across his face. He punctuates his sentence with a pucker of his lips. 

Before you even have time to process, the bathroom door inside the room swings open. 

“Hey babe, what do you think about this dress? Too much?” 

Layla. 

Jake’s long term girlfriend was at the show tonight. Sitting with him in his dressing room before he headed to the stage. Dressing up for him. Doing everything you wished for. 

You stood awkwardly as you watched Jake pull her body into his by the grip of his fingertips on her hips. 

“You look positively radiant tonight.” He reassured her. 

He planted the softest kiss imaginable to her lips - almost as if he intended not to let them meet. 

His eyes quickly shifted to your presence before fixing back on her’s. 

“Will you…. See if you can find Sam for me, love? Got something I want to do before the show.” He tucks her hair behind her ear as if to convince her of the task. 

She nods back at him with those annoying doe eyes. You wonder if she truly is as dull as you assumed. 

“Quickly.” He smacks her ass as she walks away from him. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you begin to walk off. 

“Oh do that again for me will you?” Jake calls from the dressing room. 

You peek your head in once more. 

“Excuse me?” Fake annoyance lacing the tone of your voice. 

“What would Layla think if she heard that?” You bring yourself further into the room. 

“And by the way, thats fucked up sending her on a wild goose chase looking for Sam. He’s never in the same spot for more than-“ 

He cuts you off by slamming the door shut, reaching his arm dangerously close next to your head. 

The lock switches beside you. 

“You’re catching on.” 

That fucking smirk. You can hear it when he talks, even if he’s turned his back to you. 

You study the waves of his hair that fall against the back of his suit. 

“You don’t want me like that.” His back remains to you as he fixes two drinks. 

“What?” You’re nervous. Your voice a high pitched whisper. 

“I see the way you glare at her. You’re jealous. But you don’t want me like that.” He turns back to you offering a glass of amber liquid. Your stomach turns, never being much of a drinker. 

Trying your best not to make a face, you sip at the drink. 

“And how do you know what I want?” A flirtatious edge to your tone. 

He takes a step too close to you. Angling his neck down to meet your face. 

“I know what you want, because you’re just like her. A good girl that wants a good man to treat her right. Shower her with love and reassurance.” 

He brushes the hair behind your ear, just as he did to Layla earlier. 

“But I think there’s something different with you.” He toys with the end of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger. 

You don’t even need to ask, he can read the question mark on your face. 

He huffs a laugh to himself with a tight lipped grin. 

Jake trails his fingertips, snaking them through to the hair at the nape of your neck. 

“I think you’re a slut.” He tugs your hair with force, causing you to expose your throat. 

He brings his mouth closer to the sensitive skin there, not letting his lips meet. 

“See, my Layla, she doesn’t have that darkness behind her eyes that I see with you sometimes.” 

The heat of his breath against you raises goosebumps to your skin. 

“She’s sheltered and shy.” He flattens his tongue before dragging it up your neck, stopping just below your earlobe. 

“But with you…” his voice is at a whisper now. 

“With you, I think I could tell you ‘Open up’ and you’d spread so well for me.” 

He kicks your feet apart, opening the space between your legs. 

With his pointer and middle finger, he rubs the inseam of your leggings that follows your slit. 

He watches your face as he starts at the front towards your clit, following the line back towards your entrance. When he reaches, he adds pressure to the circles he creates, pushing into you against the fabric. 

You try your hardest to seem unphased by his lustful actions. 

This isn’t right. Layla will be back any minute now. You think to yourself. 

As if to read your mind he answers, “Better be quick then.” 

Before you can process a response, his mouth meets yours with force. 

His kiss is a parallel opposite of what you witnessed with Layla earlier. 

His kiss with you is intense. Sloppy. Desperate with need. 

Jake licks into your mouth, his tongue sliding over yours. He’s winning the battle of dominance, and you’re surrendering with ease. 

He walks you backwards until he has you pressed against the closest wall. 

In between gasps of air, he groans softly into your mouth. 

You feel the calloused pads of his fingertips against the soft skin below your bellybutton as he tries to slip his hand beneath your leggings. 

Just as fast as he snaked them in, he pulls his hand away. 

You whimper from the loss of contact. 

He breaks the heated kiss from you, panting to catch his breath. 

“Take them off, now” he orders you. 

Immediately you bend at the waist, taking one leg out at a time. 

He studies the bare half of your body before gripping your face by your cheeks. 

With his free hand he holds your neck to angle you just the way he wants you. 

With clenched teeth he growls to you, “Do you always walk around your job with no underwear on like a fucking whore?” 

His words alone cause you to rub your thighs together, craving any sense of friction from remaining untouched to this point. 

He catches you red handed, and slaps the side of your thigh. His forceful touch leaving a sting that makes you want him even more. 

Jake adds pressure to his thumb against your throat. 

“Open.” He orders you once more. 

You obey, spreading your feet apart, inviting him in. 

He laughs softly to himself, “My girl. Such a good listener”

At last, the tip of his middle finger slides with ease through the center of your wetness. 

From the look in his eyes, you can tell he loves to watch your reaction. Loves to see the approval of his work. 

He teases the fingertip at your entrance. You buck your hips in his direction, silently pleading for more. 

“You want it?” He looks down at you. 

Your face is desperate as you nod to him. 

His jaw clenches once more, “Fucking speak up.” 

“Y-yes yes, Jake. I wan-“ 

Before you can finish your words, he shoves both his pointer and middle finger up inside of you, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm. 

His lips meet yours again. The two of you moaning into each other's mouths in harmony. 

With each pump his fingers, he rocks his hips into you. 

“…there’s something different with you” You think back on his words. 

With your fingers wrapped around his wrist, you tug his hand from you - forcing his digits from inside of you. 

“I want you to fuck me, Jake.” Your eyes lock with his as you watch them turn a darker shade of brown. 

Without a word, he spins you around, your chest pressed against the cold white wall. He arches your hips for you to grant him better access. 

“Fucking dirty.” He pants into your ear. 

One hand is pressed to the side of your face, pushing you further against the wall, while the other fidgets with his belt. 

You hear the sound of it as it hits the floor, his pants  around his ankles. 

“Lift up.” He taps your side, motioning for you to lift your arms above your head. 

With a swift motion he pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it to the floor. 

Your back arches in hopes to close the space between you both. 

Jake swipes your hair to one side, over your shoulder, unclasping your bra with one hand. 

He leans in to press a delicate kiss upon your spine, simultaneously wrapping his arm around your hips to meet your clit with his finger. 

You whine at the sensation of the slow but steady circles he presses into you. 

He grips his length, slapping it against your ass. 

“I’m not going to be nice.” His voice a low groan as he teases you with the tip of his cock, sliding through your slick. 

“Please, Jake” your reply is muffled with your cheek pressed against the wall. 

No warning. No mercy. 

He slams his entire length inside of you to the hilt. The moans spilling out of you are closer to a scream. 

He makes his own ponytail in your hair with his fist, tugging with force. 

He grunts in unison with each pump inside of you. The tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with each push. 

The faster he pumps into you, the faster the circles against your clit become. With each swipe, he adds more force, pressing his finger harder against your bud. 

“And when you leave this room…” he pants. 

“Not a word. Not a suspicious look. Nothing.” He punctuates his sentence with a harsh smack to your ass. 

Unable to respond from the overstimulation to your clit, and the pressure inside of you, Jake becomes frustrated. He pulls harder on your hair than he has yet. 

“Do you hear me? Answer me.” Not once does he stop fucking into you. 

“YES, Jake. Yes. Just…” your response is nothing but a whine. 

He reaches around to pinch your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. He twists and pulls as you feel the warmth pool between your hips. That familiar feeling of your climax approach. 

You grab his wrist again, forcing it back between your legs to your clit. 

“So close” you mumble to him, begging him to finish you off. 

Without hesitation he picks up exactly where he left off. Quick swipes against your throbbing clit. 

He pulls himself all the way out of you, slamming himself back deep inside. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Unsure of how much more you can take. 

Your muscles tighten to an uncomfortable extent as you hear three knocks at his dressing room door. 

“Jake?” The door handle wiggles. 

Immediately he wraps his hand around your mouth as he continues to fuck into you. 

“Not a sound.” He whispers into your ear, his pace slows but his thrusts are deep. 

“Are you in there? Why is the door locked?” Layla whines from outside. 

Jake quickens his pace, both his cock inside of you and his fingers toying with your clit. 

“Let go for me.” His whisper is even more quiet than before. 

He feels your walls begin to tremble and constrict around him. The muscles of your abdomen tense as you prepare your release. 

“That’s it. Keep going. Your pussy feels so much better than hers.” He mumbles into your ear, chasing his own high as well. 

“Jake!!” Layla pounds on the door again, “5 minutes ‘til show. What the fuck are you doing?” 

As the sensation of pleasure washes over you, your senses slip. Your eyes clenched shut, and ears ringing… there is no Layla. There is no show. There is no job. 

Just you. And Jake. And the feeling of him inside of you. 

He pulls out from you abruptly, his release following, sliding down the inside of your thigh. 

He picks his pants up from around his ankles, and quickly fastens his belt. 

You’re left remaining pressed to the wall, unable to move or process anything and everything that just transpired in the small dressing room. 

What am I going to do? How am I going to get out of here without facing Layla? 

Your thoughts paralyze you. 

You feel his tight grip on both of your shoulders as he spins you around to plant a quick kiss to your lips. 

And just like that, he slips through a crack in the door, open just enough so she can’t see inside. 

Frozen in silence, you stand naked in the room alone as you listen to their muffled voices through the closed door. 

“I couldn’t find Sam.” Her voice, defeated. 

Jake clears his throat before responding. 

“Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.” 

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[geminisecrets]

You First

Warnings:  18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, unprotected sex, mild drug and alcohol use, dirty talk idk I think that's it???

Word Count: 4750

Summary: friends with benefits turns complicated when someone's keeping a secret <3

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“Jake, just tell me!” I laugh as Jake digs his fingers into my side, causing me to squeal louder.  

“Some secrets are better kept…secret”, he responds with a grin on his face, finally easing up on me as I push him away. “Trust me.” I sit up straighter on his lumpy, familiar couch, but he doesn’t give me any more personal space. He has a way of doing that. Taking up my space. And I wish I could say it bothered me. “Besides, what if I was the one annoying the fuck out of you until you told me your deepest, darkest secrets?”

“First of all, drama queen, you never said this was a deep or dark secret, second, you know everything about me, I’m sure of it. I’m an open book. A free bird,” I respond enthusiastically, getting up off the couch and spreading my arms out like wings. 

“Okay, free bird, you first. Are you going to admit you were faking your orgasm last night?” he asks, slouched into the couch, legs spread and hands folded in his lap. That same miserable grin is back on his face. I feel blood rush to my cheeks, coloring me guilty, immediately.   

“Fine,” I shrug, attempting to appear unbothered. “Yes, I did. I was tired and you were taking too long.” His grin widens slightly, but his eyes squint as he reads me. It’s times like these, I wish he didn’t know me as well as he did. I really and truly do wear my heart on my sleeve and my emotions tend to play on my face, like a movie screen. “Your turn,” I shift, crossing my arms over my chest. 

Jake stands and closes the gap between us in two long strides. His nose is practically brushing mine, he’s so close before he says, “Nice try,” and walks past me into the kitchen. 

“I’ll pry it out of you one way or another”, I say, following him begrudgingly. 

Jake and I have known each other for years. He was my first crush in middle school, who turned into my first boyfriend in highschool and after graduation, my biggest heartbreak. We tried the whole dating thing, but it was bad for both of us. Jake is very demanding of time and attention. He’s passionate and jealous and honest. I, on the other hand, have always been more free spirited, tending to go with the flow. We’re completely different. Fire and ice. 

I could sit here and tell you all the ins and outs of how he hurt me, how I hurt him, and all of the baggage that comes along with young love, but I’ll spare you the sob story. Just trust me when I tell you that Jake and I don’t do relationships well. Neither of us. I couldn't tell you the last time I had a boyfriend for longer than a month before it crashed and burned. And Jake? Jake’s exact words to me the last time I asked were, “I don't really do girlfriends.”

That hasn’t kept us from ignoring the obvious, though. No, we’re well aware of just how well we do fit together physically. Without saying it in so many words we’d become friends with benefits, fast. When I’m home from school and he’s in town, there aren’t many nights we spend without each other. Jake might be too prideful to admit the same, but I can say, honestly, that he’s by far the best sex I’ve ever had. 

“What time is everyone supposed to be here?” I question, as I watch him unload the dishwasher, stacking his coffee cups in the annoyingly particular way he always does. 

Jake’s throwing a small party tonight with some of our old mutual friends from home, since most everyone is in town for the fourth of July. The usual suspects will be here, I’m sure of it. We’ll fall back into old habits. Playing stupid drinking games until half of us can’t see straight and have to Uber home with our heads hanging out the window in a desperate attempt to dispel the nausea. 

I however, know without a shadow of a doubt, as much as I stand at the mirror and tell myself I won’t, that I will be in Jake’s bed tonight instead of the Uber in question. 

As if on cue, the doorbell rings. “Come in!” Jake belts out.

“Long time no see!” Jake’s twin brother, Josh, calls from the front door with a lick of sarcasm under his tongue. He shuffles into the kitchen and unpacks what appears to be half of the entire liquor store onto the counter top. 

Followed by Josh are Danny and Sam and their usual posse.They all say their hello’s and waste no time making their way into the kitchen to get the drinks flowing. 

An hour later, the house is full and the laughs are loud. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the banter, the blaring music, the escape from reality and the ability this house, this town, has to make us all forget how much distance there really is between the lives we live now and the ones we left behind. 

When it’s finally dark enough outside, we gather in the middle of the cul-de-sac and try our best to dodge the sparks flying off the dozens of fireworks Sam and Danny haphazardly detonate. Whoever decided to give control of the explosives to the two drunkest party guests should be criminally charged. 

The party quiets down a little bit and migrates to Jake’s backyard. We sit around his dingy homemade fire pit and watch the rest of the fireworks go off all around the neighborhood. The joint being passed around mellows most of us out and we sit there with our heads on the backrest of our camp chairs, tilted to the sky. 

“That right there is Gemini,” Sam says, pointing up towards the stars.

“Huh?” I overhear Jake question. 

“The Gemini constellation, stupid. The twins?” he scoffs, sounding truly offended, as if this is common knowledge for just anyone.

“You sure you weren't just seeing fireworks?” Jake teases. Sam rolls his eyes into the back of his head and grunts out a rebuttal. 

I think in Sam’s past-life he was some kind of hippie astronomer. He knows far too much about the cosmos for someone who decided against post secondary education. However, it’s a helpful tool to gauge just how far-gone Sam is. He always wants to talk about astronomy when he’s had one too many drinks. 

The conversation merges into talk of the ‘Good Ol’ Days’ and it’s just a matter of time before– 

“Remember when you and Jake tried dating?” Josh yells from the opposite side of the firepit, gesturing to me. There are a few chuckles and eye rolls from the group. Josh loves this story. Loves making me blush and riling his brother up. 

I usually ignore it, but it drives Jake insane for some reason. He doesn’t always know how to keep his cool when he is annoyed, especially with his brother. “Is something funny?” he chides.

“Uh oh. Did I poke the bear?” Josh taunts, throwing me a wink.

I am all too familiar with their typical twin banter bullshit, I’ve been around it for years. They like to egg each other on until the other explodes, and if Josh keeps going, he’s going to get exactly what he’s wanting out of Jake. 

“Come on, Josh, that topic is so tired, what about your tryst with that one guy…” Danny steps up to save the day and change the conversation as Jake turns to me. 

“I’m tired,” he says quietly, yawning widely. Jake has a very small social battery and when he’s done, he’s done. 

“Me too,” I breathe, catching his contagious yawn. As we stand to make our way inside, the rest of the party seems to naturally disperse as well. One by one, the party starts to fade out, until there is no one left but Sam. 

“I have about $5 in my bank account so uber isn’t an option. Cool if I just crash in the guest room.” Sam says. 

“Let me go grab my stuff out of there,” I offer, moving past him to reach for the door handle. 

“Oh, shit, sorry I don’t want to put you out if that’s where you were planning on sleeping tonight,” Sam interjects. 

“Sam, just go to bed,” Jake orders. I can’t tell if his curt response is due to the fact that I know he’s tired or if he doesn’t want to get into the logistics of exactly where I’d be sleeping instead. 

Sam begrudgingly obeys and drags his near lifeless body into the bedroom. I follow him, flicking on the light and collecting my bag off the bed before wishing him goodnight. Before I even have the door completely closed, the light flickers off and we hear a loud thud.  

“Jesus, it sounds like he catapulted himself onto the mattress,” Jake huffs out a lazy laugh, wiping away the sleep from his eyes and meanders into the bathroom. 

“If I had nine shots of tequila and a rack of beers to myself, I’m sure I'd be doing the same”, I yawn, grabbing my bag and making my way to the living room. 

I’ve almost got a little bed completely set up on the couch when Jake snatches the blanket from my hands. 

“Come on,” he says, dragging my blanket down the hallway towards his room without muttering another word, let alone giving me half a second to respond. I follow him anyway, stopping in the doorway to watch him shuffle out of his jeans. 

“Jake,” I nearly whisper. “If I sleep in here, will you tell me your secret?” I ask as coyly as I can muster at this ungodly hour in the middle of the night. His movements come to a halt when he pulls his shirt over his head, glaring at me. 

“I think I’d tell you just about anything to get you to let me sleep,” he groans, but the upward tilt of a smile on his lips reassures you that there’s no real malice behind his words. 

I roll my eyes and finally close the door behind me. By the time I take my makeup off and change into a t-shirt, he’s already in bed with the lamp off and the TV on, playing his usual reruns of Shameless. I crawl into bed next to him, and make myself comfortable. 

This is…new for us. Sure, I’ve been in bed with Jake before, but not like this. This feels… domestic. Intimate in a way I’m not sure I know how to process. I peer up at Jake, watching him for a few moments as he watches the TV.  

“So… this secret…” I coax. 

“Hmm,” he barely acknowledges me. 

“A deal’s a deal, Kiszka,” I remind him, shifting up on my elbow, my head in my hand, waiting for him to come clean. 

“I don’t remember making any deals with you, succubus,” he suppresses a grin as he lazily tosses his arm up and under his pillow, eyes still fixed on the TV. 

“I’m in your bed, aren’t I?” I ask, “Now it’s your turn to–”

“I’m pretty sure my exact words were ‘I’d tell you just about anything’. Emphasis on the ‘just about’ part.” 

“Are you—”

“You’re gonna have to work a little harder than that,” he breathes out, no longer attempting to hide the smile that’s creeping onto his lips. 

I let out a ‘humph’ and fall flat onto my back, arms crossed. I lay there awake for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the ever soothing sounds of Southside Chicago from the TV.

There’s a kind of tension in the room that I don’t think either of us can really place. Sexual tension is not something Jake and I are strangers to. I’ve felt that with him since the day we met. This is not that. This feels tethered to something much deeper.

I think about giving up and calling it a night, but the longer I lay there the harder it is for me to fall asleep. Jake and I don’t do feelings. We’re friends, sure. Friends who have casual sex, but the boundaries we have in place are all unspoken.

I finally work up the courage to break the silence by rustling the sheets as I change positions to lay on my side, facing him. Lazily, he turns his head to look at me. His expression is blank as he waits for me to say something and I become increasingly aware of how close his face is to mine. 

“What are you hiding, Jake?” I ask as I intertwine my leg with his under the covers. I feel my breath bounce off of his lips and back on to mine. He scoffs, turning his face back toward the ceiling and pinching the bridge of his nose as if I’m pestering him like a small child. 

I maneuver myself even closer to him, my lips latching on to his neck, peppering kisses in a routeless path between his ear lobe and collar bone. I hear him exhale through barely parted lips as he relaxes into my advances. 

“Sleepy?” I ask, not-so-subtly propositioning him. 

“Not anymore,” he responds, tucking his hair behind his ear and sitting up on his elbows. 

I shrug the covers off of myself and maneuver on top of him until I’m straddling his waist. His hands palm my naked thighs as I reach for the hem of his worn t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. 

I let him pull mine off as well and his hands latch on to my breasts almost instantly. Shaking my head, I peel them off of me and place them at his sides, holding them down tightly at the wrist. He gives me a look of confusion and I try and fail to suppress a grin as I lean in to kiss him. 

His lips move slowly but persistently against mine and part for me immediately as I lick into his mouth. His tongue slides against my teeth and I take the opportunity to bite down on it gently, causing him to groan into my mouth. 

“Jake,” I sigh into his mouth, swiveling my hips against his as I feel him, semi hard between my legs. His hands twitch under my grip.

“Let me touch you,” he breathes, biting down on my lower lip as he pleads. 

“No,” I whisper back, kissing him harder as I fall into a rhythm with my hips. Reaching between us, I pull my panties to the side and position myself directly on top of his hard dick, the only thing separating him from my wet core is the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. 

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, eyes squeezing shut. 

“No, no,” I reach my free hand up to take his jaw in my grip, the other hand still holding his arm down at his side. “Eyes on me.” His eyes meet mine again as my mouth falls open. A silent gasp escapes me as I slide my wet core against the material of his covered cock. I release his wrist and jaw in favor of placing both hands on his bare chest. “Oh my God, Jake,” I whimper, closing my eyes and tossing my head back. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t putting on a bit of a show. “You’re so hard,” I sigh. 

“Can I please fuck you?” he asks breathlessly beneath me, hands knotted obediently in the sheets at his side. 

“Hmmm,” I consider, “how could I let you fuck me when you’re keeping all these big secrets?” He glares at me before reaching up and taking me by the waist, knocking me on my back until he’s hovering over me. 

“You like secrets,” he reminds me, lips at my ear, sucking on my earlobe before licking a stripe down my neck. 

“Do I?” I question, letting myself fully melt into the feeling of his lips and tongue and hands on me while he’s not seeing just how much I’m enjoying it. 

“Mhm…or did you want Sam to know what we’re up to in here?” He asks, right hand tugging at my nipple while the other still holds me around my waist, trapped between me and the mattress. I roll my eyes, causing him to pinch my nipple tighter. The sound I let out is somewhere between a moan and a yelp and I clamp my hand over my mouth instantly. Jake giggles, letting his head drop to my chest, kissing at the skin he’d just pinched. “See, secrets are fun. Necessary, even.”

He continues kissing down my body until he reaches my underwear. Looking up at me through his eyelashes, he takes the elastic between his teeth and pulls them down as far as he can before finishing the job with his hands. 

When I’m bare and naked before him, he parts my legs wide enough for him to settle between them. “How do you want it tonight?” He asks. This is new territory for us. We don’t… take it slow. We don’t ask questions and, in fact, this is only maybe the second time we’ve ever hooked up in an actual bed. Closet, car, tent, couch, sure. The bed feels… intimate. Where we’re usually rushed and frantic, simply trying to get each other off, we’re now slowing down, touching softly and intentionally. 

“Uhm,” I start, not sure how exactly to answer the question. Feeling out of control, I panic, sitting up and taking his face in my hands. My lips crash against his and he’s caught off guard as I press him back against the mattress. 

“Not what I was thinking, but I’m not complaining,” Jake smirks, relaxing into the mess of bed sheets, his eyes still tracking my every move. 

I make my way down the expanse of his chest to his cock, freeing him from those damned briefs. I don’t waste time pressing my lips to his tip, gently sucking. I watch as his breath causes his abdomen to flutter, up and down. Admiring the way his hip bones jut out on especially deep or sharp inhales. The second his hands are in my hair, I slide him down the back of my throat. 

His hips immediately buck upwards as he thrusts himself deeper into my mouth, and I hear him mutter out words of admiration and praise. 

“Oh fuck”, “deeper”, “slower”, he doesn’t stop. He’s always been vocal during sex and I can’t get enough of it.  

I pull him out of my mouth the second I sense he’s enjoying it a bit too much; moving back up towards him. His hands are still in my hair, but move down the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. His tongue meets my lips first and then slides under mine like velvet as he slowly repositions me until my back is pressed into the mattress; him hovering over me. 

“How bad do you wanna know?” He breathes, eyes meeting mine before his head dips to press wet, sucking kisses to the curve of my neck. I feel myself losing the control I had over this situation, but I can’t seem to make myself care. He lowers himself onto his elbows so that his body is flush with mine. I can feel him, hard, pressed against me. 

“Bad,” I mutter, reaching down between us in an attempt to slide him inside of me. 

“Ah-ah,” he shifts his hips back, away from me. “Sounds like you’re gonna have to earn it tonight.” 

“Earn it?” I ask, trying to focus as his head slowly snakes down my body until I feel his lips press warm kisses on the inside of my thighs. 

“Sh”, he silences me. His two fingers dive into my core, and he scissors them, stretching me the way he knows I like. He takes a moment to pull his hair back into a loose bun and he smiles when I make a crack about things getting serious. His tongue finally licks a stripe up my center, pressing hard and flat against my clit, his fingers simultaneously pumping in and out of me.It doesn’t take long for me to get there. I’m close. So close, already. 

I feel my legs tense and clench around the sides of his face and my breathing hitches frantically. He uses it to his advantage, pulling me closer by the hips and nearly suffocating himself with me. His palms press against my stomach, holding me firmly in place while I ride out my orgasm.  

When he pulls away, he crawls over me and lays his chest against mine. His lips press against the shell of my ear and I feel his breath echo as I stare at the ceiling and try to gather myself. 

“I fucking love the sounds you make when you finish”, he whispers as he huffs out a laugh. He uses a free hand to brush the hair off of my neck, tucking it behind my ear. 

“Hmmm,” I smile a hum against his shoulder, “probably almost as much as I love hearing you whimper for me.

He scoffs, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “I do not whimper.” 

“Wanna bet?” I ask, pressing against his shoulders, pushing him back against the bed. 

“Be gentle with me,” he teases. Teases, because he and I both know he prefers me to be far from gentle. 

Without another word, I line myself up over top of him and tease him at my entrance. His hips buck up against me immediately, and there's that little gasp. That throaty, breathy puff of air that pours out from between his lips, reminding me that at the end of the day, he really is putty in my hands.  

“This gentle enough?” I ask, peeking down through my lashes at him. “Can I make you feel good, now?” I grind my hips downward, my wetness sliding against the length of him as my mouth opens, jaw falling slack, mimicking his. I nod my head slowly, grinning when I finally hear the faintest whisper of a whimper. There it is. 

“So impatient,” I grin, only half joking, but he proves my point when, seconds later, he grabs my hips and slams himself into me. My back arches immediately as I let out a loud moan and I hear him gently mock me. He thrusts into me, taking back all that power I had over him, reminding me this time, that I’d do absolutely anything to keep him exactly where he is, inside me, for as long as possible. 

Feeling unsteady at this pace, he’s set, I reach behind me to grab his calves for support, hoisting myself up. I let my head fall back as I feel his cock stretch me better at this angle. 

“Oh my God,  Jake,” I whine, “I c– I can’t–” 

Before I can blink, I’m falling swiftly to the mattress below me. I squeal as he grabs my legs behind the knees and folds them up against my chest. He takes his cock in his hand and circles it around my clit, my body pulsing every time I feel the soft head of his cock pass over that ever sensitive bundle of nerves.

“So pretty,” he breathes out, “all of this for me?” He asks, more of a statement than a question, dipping himself into the pool of wetness at my entrance, causing my breath to hitch as he stretches me slowly. I look up to see him grinning and staring at my face, eager for praise and compliment. So I give him just that. 

“All for you,” I respond, completely breathlessly. “You’re so good, so so good, best fuck I’ve ever had,” I gasp as he finally pushes himself all the way inside of me, right to the hilt.

I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me, even with the quick snap of his hips. My head starts to bang against the headboard and I would laugh if I wasn’t fully and completely on another planet. 

Thankfully he notices without me even saying a word and drags me further down the bed with just one arm around me. 

“Sorry, baby,” he grunts, “lemme make you feel better,” his thumb reaches down to press circles against my clit, and I swear to God I see stars. 

“Gonna cum again, for me?” He asks, once again, knowing the answer to his own question as he knows my body better than I know it myself. “Wait for me.”

He leans down, breathing heavily against my chest as his sweat slicked forehead rubs against the beads of sweat on my neck. It’s messy and it’s hot and it’s fast as he presses wet kisses to my skin. Somehow, he maintains the perfect pace and I feel him begin to twitch as he lets out a moan, muttering sweet praises into my ear. “Yes, baby. Good girl. So good for me.” 

He continues to fuck into me for a moment longer until he feels me cumming again, pushing himself deeper into me, harder, exactly how I like it. He waits a few beats as we catch our breath, enjoying the closeness. He pulls out of me and we both collapse on the bed next to each other until the silence in the room is stiff enough to choke me. 

“Can I ask you something?” I question, taking his silence as permission. “Why do you let Josh get under your skin so much?” he turns his head toward me, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, a hesitant smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“I was– inside you, thirty seconds ago and you’re asking about my brother?” A loud laugh bubbles out of me at his blunt response, but I continue, 

“Sorry, timing is weird, I know, but I was thinking, like…” I swallow, directing my attention to the chipping nail polish on my pointer finger, feeling suddenly small under the weight of his stare. “I feel like every time he brings us up, you get weird.” 

Jake’s eyes practically roll into the back of his head like some kind of unofficial response. 

“Okay fine maybe it’s not Josh, but the subject?” I push further, daring to meet his eyes again. 

“Damn, you aren’t gonna give this up, are ya?” He huffs. 

“Fine, if you don’t want to talk about that, then at least give me my fair share of the deal.” I lift up on my elbow to peer down at him. “I’d say I more than earned this secret.” I smile. 

He looks up at me and for a moment, I can tell he's looking at more than my face. His eyes drift to the hollow of my collar bones, the hairs falling out of the disaster of a ponytail it was in, the space between my ear and neck that he’d breathed quiet promises into just minutes ago. 

“What if the two are connected?” He asks, finally. When I give him a look of confusion, he continues, “the way we used to be and– and the secret?” 

“I’m listening,” I feel my heart begin to beat just a touch faster, my cheeks warming ever so slightly. He leans up to mirror my position, his eyes meeting mine at a direct level. 

“I guess I was just hoping it wasn’t really a secret at all,” he says, eyes searching mine, practically begging me to understand what he’s not saying. The air is heavy and thick between us. He swallows hard as I begin to realize what he’s alluring to. 

“Forget it, I–” he begins, breaking our eye contact, ready to make up some lame excuse about being tired and choosing to talk about it in the morning. 

“I love you too, Jake,” I blurt out before I can chicken out. 

And I will never– ever forget his face when he looked back up at me in that moment. 

Because I was finally able to answer, in one sentence, the question he’d been asking for years and years. “Do you love me, like I love you?” Yes, resoundingly and conclusively, yes. 

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Watermelon Sugar/ s.f.k

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 2607

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ kissing, oral sex (f receiving), spanking (if you squint), fingering, begging, hair pulling, hickies, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls!), breeding

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“C’mon, love, time to wake up.” Sam runs his hand up and down your side, bringing his lips to kiss the shell of your ear. His fingers slid under your shirt on his second pass up your side, the gentle pads sinking into the soft skin of your belly.

“Mm, can’t we just stay here?” You whisper and nudge your hips back hoping you could sway his decision.

“Y/n, baby… I mean, we could but I already paid for the pass.”

“Ten more minutes.” You’re not asking, more so telling. Did you really have to leave now, anyways? He had you pack your bags two days ago… and he had put them in the car as soon as they were zipped. All there was left was the drive.

“Ten more.” He repeats in solidarity, his hand laying flat on your tummy. You can feel the beginning outline of morning wood against your ass, if there was one thing to keep you in bed, it was this. You nudge your ass back against his groin, placing your hand over his and pressing his palm harder against your skin.

“Maybe twenty?” You ask this time, trying to sweeten the deal.

“Uh-uh, I know what you’re trying to do. We’re going.” Sam backs his hips away from you, turning to lay on his back.

“What am I trying to do?” You turn to lay on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow as you watch him think of his next words.

“Trying to seduce me, woman!” He moves his hand down to adjust himself in his boxers, bringing his arm back up to rest behind his head. You sit up and straddle his legs, placing your hands on his chest and dragging them across his bare skin. You give him the sweetest eyes you can as you slowly lower your chest to be resting against his. You pepper kisses across his chest before resting your cheek over his heart, listening to the beat it drums. His hands come over your body to wrap around your back, pulling you closer to his chest than you thought was possible. He was getting harder beneath your weight from no efforts of your own, his fingers tracing along your spine.

“Mm, Sammy,” You whined as the sensation from his fingers urged your body to shiver in response. In turn, that meant grinding deeper onto his clothed cock. “Fifteen minutes left should be enough, right?”

“Nowhere near enough time for what I wanna do to you.” He admitted shamelessly, a side of him you wished he'd show more. You lift your head up again to continue kissing his chest, going until your lips reach his nipple. You look up at him through hooded eyes before drawing your tongue towards his nipple and flicking it, the combination of spit and air causing it to pebble. Sam moans followed by an audible swallow.

“How about now?” You teased before continuing to kiss his chest, trailing up to his neck.

“I can do it better, y’know.”

“What?”

“I can flick my tongue better.” He finally moves his hands from your back to resting at the waistband of your panties. “Want me to remind you?”

All you offer is a nod and a short mhm and before you know it he’s inching you up his body until your center is lined up with his mouth. He brushes his fingers over your clothed clit before tucking them into part of fabric that meets the junction of your thigh and center. Pulling them to the side, he blows a stream of cool air against your exposed skin.

“So wet, sweet girl.” He didn’t even give you a second to register or respond to his words before his hands were planted on your hips, pushing you down onto his tongue as he lapped at your clit. His fingers dug deep into the supple skin of your ass as you rode out your orgasm, coating his face in your slick. Even after finishing, he licked between your folds until there was nothing left before ushering your legs from around his head.

“My turn now?” You asked, running your hands down his chest, stopping at the band of his boxers.

“Uh-uh, gotta go.” He sits up and kisses you softly before getting out of bed, tossing you a pair of shorts and one of his shirts from high school.

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“I think there’s an extra piece…” You say as you struggle to push the pieces together to the tent. Years of Girl Scouts have evidently failed you as your tent looked more like a pile of polyester and metal poles than, well, a tent. You wonder how he always manages to talk you into outdoor activities. The heat was nauseating to say the least, and you were never successful in your attempts to set up the tent or start fires. But it always makes you feel bad when sets everything up by himself.

“Babe, there probably shouldn’t be extra pieces.” Sam drops your shared duffle bag against the hefty trunk of a nearby tree before making his way towards you.

“Okay, well I’m telling you- there is.” Unlike the pieces you were attempting to put together, you snapped. You watch between your legs and see Sam’s feet approaching you from behind. It’s only a matter of seconds before his large palms find purchase on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soft circles across your lower back.

“Woah, woah, woah. Deep breath, it’s okay. Do you want me to get it?” He almost doesn’t give you a choice as he uses his hands to help you stand up. Your backside rubs against his groin as he slowly brings you upright.

“I just wanna help! You always do everything a-and I just wanna… Ugh.” You frown as you turn around to face him. Sam wraps his arms around your shoulders and you press your forehead to his bare chest.

“Breathe, honey girl, you can still help. Do you wanna set up the hammock? You always pick the best spot,” He pulls away to look you in the eyes, bringing one hand to rest against your cheek.

“Okay, I can do that.” You nod your head yes and place your flat palm against the heated skin of his chest. Sam cups your chin and brings you in for a kiss, pulling away for a second before pecking your lips again.

“Hammock’s over there.” He points next to the duffel bag to a smaller striped bag. You turn to walk away, leaving Sam with whatever you had going on regarding the tent, if you could call it that. As soon as you pass him, he reaches back to smack your ass.

“Go team!”

“Saaaam!” You whine, rubbing your hand over your skin to soothe the sensation.

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Finding the perfect spot for the hammock was no issue for you, in fact it was the one thing you felt confident in during these ventures. Sam hums a tune you don’t recognize, probably something off their newest project. You smile and slide the rope through the hoop at the end of the hammock, wrapping the rope around the trunk of the tree, and delicately twisting and tying each knot, repeating the process on both sides until the hammock is safely secured between your trees of choice. Embarrassingly enough, Sam still managed to fix the entire tent before you finished hanging the hammock. In your defense, most of the hard work had been done.

“That part was in fact not extra, by the way.” Sam states while walking towards you. “How’s hammocking going?”

“Good, I think it’s ready.” You rub your hands down your shirt and turn on your heels to face Sam.

“Wanna try it out?” He motions his hand towards the hanging fabric. You stand in front of it and gently position yourself in the middle, sitting on the hammock before throwing your legs up into the nest of cloth.

“It’s perfect!” You ring out into the woods.

“Room for one more, you think?” Sam asks as he makes his way over, following suit. To your surprise he successfully found his way nestled in next to you without any casualties. In a matter of moments, your legs find themselves thrown over his, your arms wrapped around his torso and face buried into his chest. He hums at the contact, bringing his hand to rest on your side, the other under your head allowing you to rest on his forearm.

“You did a good job, I’m proud of you.” He mumbles into your hair as he kisses the top of your head.

“Thank you, Sammy. And thanks for fixing the tent.”

“Anything for you.”

You nuzzle deeper into his side, bringing your leg up further, in turn drawing his hand lower on your waist until his palm rests against your ass. You’re reminded again how his playful tap felt in the presence of his gentle touch. You subconsciously arch your back, pushing your ass into his hand more firmly than he was allowing himself.

“I’m sorry, is there something I can do for you?” He asks as he squeezes your supple skin with his calloused fingertips before gently kneading the flesh.

“Just thinking about that smack from earlier,”

“Yeah? Did it encourage you to be a team player?” Sam drags his fingers under the hemline of your shorts until they meet the lacey edge of your panties. “Hm, think you’re ready for your prize then?” Sam’s fingers inch under your panties, grazing against your clothed bud.

“Please?” You nudge your hips forward, trying to guide his fingers where you wanted them most. Like a magnet, his fingers are drawn to your center.

“Careful, don’t wanna fall out.” Sam guides two fingers through your folds, gathering your slick on them. You lift your leg to grant him access to wherever he pleases. He slowly works his fingers up until his fingertips dance along your sensitive bud, causing more arousal to drip from your core.

“Sam…”

His free hand finds shelter upon your neck, urging your lips to meet his. He shifts his body gently enough so the hammock doesn’t tip, allowing you easier access to his chest. His lips never leave yours, instead working to become one as he licks into your mouth. His hand goes lower, lower, lower down your pants until his fingers are tapping against your entrance. You moan into his mouth at the sensation and with that Sam pushes his two digits into your aching core. You bring your hands up to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing the rest of his torso to you. His fingers slowly fuck into you as he pulls his face away from yours, maneuvering his hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind your ears.

“There’s my girl.” He whispers into the space between your faces. Your brows furrow in pleasure, compliments to the pads of his fingers against your g-spot and the name he paid you.

“Sammy, please?” You whine, throwing your head back from the stimulation, the slight breeze cooling the sweat coating your exposed throat. Sam drops his head just enough to allow himself access to your neck, dragging his tongue from the hollow of your throat up to your jawline.

“Please what, pretty baby?”

“Need you… in… me…” Your words come out between hitched breaths, nearly unable to be mumbled at all through waves of your pleasure. Sam slowly pulls his fingers out of you and starts to push your shorts down. You help slip them off while you make work of palming his length through his shorts. The more your palm strokes his clothed length, the harder he becomes, the tip of his dick threatening to grow past the inseams of his tiny blue shorts.

Your fingers brush over the zipper, your nimble fingers quick to undo it, hand slipping past his waistband. He whines at the skin to skin contact as you run your thumb over the head of his aching cock. You let go long enough to tug at the waistband of his boxers until his cock springs loose from the restraints of the fabric. Sam hitches your leg over his thigh once again before bringing his hand down to stroke his length. His other hand is still perched against your neck, the sweat pooling in his palm. His fingers grab at tufts of your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back to look at him as he drags the head of cock over your soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” He huffs as he uses the tip of his dick to push your panties aside, running himself through your velvety folds. Sam rests himself at your entrance, tugging your head back further to watch your eyes screw shut as he slowly pushes into you, drawing a hiss from your lips.

“F-faster…”

“Can’t, we’ll fall. Gotta go slow.” He whispers as he slowly moves his hips back and forth, each time feeling slower than the last. Your head falls forward and you press a series of open mouth kisses across Sam’s chest. In some spots your mouth lingers, sucking and nipping at his heated skin until red marks eventually fade to purple. Sam brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing soft circles over your sensitive bud. Your orgasm starts to build, rolling through your body like distant thunder. The feeling starts in your throat, working down until every inch of you is rumbling with anticipation. He slowly moves his hips, pumping his length as deep into your pussy that your body allows. The dusting of hair around his base can still be felt past the barrier of his thumb and it drives you insane. Sam attaches his lips back to your throat and sucks bright pink marks into your skin. You bring your arms between your bodies, digging your nails into Sam’s chest over the series of love marks you left trailed across his chest. He presses his thumb harder against your clit, quickening his circular motions.

“Just like that… Is my pretty girl gonna cum?” His hips find a faster pace, surprisingly one that doesn’t tip the hammock over and end you both up naked on the forest floor. His words push you over the edge, your nails dig deeper into the skin of his chest as your thunderous orgasm finally takes storm. Your once relatively stable breathing turns into uncontrollably whining and whimpering against his neck. “Yeah… you look so pretty when you cum on my cock. Fuck..” Sam follows swiftly behind, his hips stuttering as ropes of his warm release coat your insides. The dominant brunette is quick to succumb to his own desires. His movements come to a halt as he brings his lips to yours again. He kisses you and holds you like an anchor in the storm, as if you’re the only thing tying him down to this earth. After you both come down from your orgasms, Sam finally pulls out, running his fingers between your folds once again. He collects your combined arousal on his fingers, bringing them between your lips and his. You watch as he laps at his digits, tasting your combination.

“Tastes sweet, like strawberries, wanna try?” He hums around his digits waiting for a response. You nod and he brings his hand down again to collect more, patiently waiting as he brings his fingers to your lips and pushes them past the plump, pink skin. You drag your tongue between his fingers, cleaning every drop of your mixed release from between his fingers.

“Perfect spot for the hammock.”

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[gardensgatekeeper]

Money Talks

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 1,843

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Little bit of fluff, angst, swearing, degradation, dom/cocky Jake, allusions to being paid for sex work, daddy kink, rich/sugar daddy Jake, sir Jake, penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, minor choking. As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Partially inspired by this little moment from bourbon and beyond 🫠

They say money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy silence.

The sun peeking through the window was every so slightly blinding as your eyes squinted open. Rolling over, you couldn’t help but smile at his soft features and the little snores that escaped his mouth. You don’t know how, but Jake had to be the world’s heaviest sleeper. You recall one morning where you’d gotten up to make breakfast but not without setting off the smoke alarm. Needless to say, you were extremely confused when he didn’t come downstairs to investigate the loud commotion. There he laid, unmoving and still knocked out in bed like nothing had happened.

You remained there in bed with him for a bit longer, taking in every ounce of the warmth his body was radiating. But eventually, your bladder was screaming at you to get up. After doing your business, you got ready for the day. Though you had no plans, it was a rare day where both of you didn’t have any work commitments and you wanted nothing more than to spend the afternoon with Jake doing whatever your hearts desired.

Not wanting to disturb the sleeping beauty just yet, you headed downstairs to make breakfast, sans smoke alarm this time. You kept yourself busy, tidying up the house a bit and catching up on some chores before you started feeling a bit stir crazy. The clock on the wall read 12:19pm and you knew if there was any chance of doing anything with Jake today, you were going to have to quite literally drag him out of bed.

Heading back upstairs, you found your lover still snuggled under the covers, sleeping the day away. “Jake.” You called out. Nothing. “Jake.” You said a bit louder this time, dragging out his name. Still nothing. Shaking your head, you walked over to the bed before pushing him over on his back, climbing on the bed and straddling him. Leaning down, you grabbed his face and placed a soft kiss to his lips. “Jakey, time to wake up baby.” You whispered in his ear.

That seemed to finally do the trick as you felt his hands escape from underneath the covers, gently resting on your hips. His eyes peeked open, taking in the sight of you in front of him. “And to what do I owe the pleasure m’lady?” He rasped out. The way his morning voice sounded like pure sex sent shivers straight to your core.

“Well, we both have the day off and I was thinking we could do something fun like take a stroll downtown? I think that new bakery on fifth finally opened! Then maybe we could go-”

You paused for a moment when Jake suddenly shifted up in bed and reached over to grab his wallet from the bedside table. Curiously, you watched as he pulled a fresh $100 bill from the worn leather and casually dropped in the space between your two bodies.

You were extremely confused and just assumed he was looking for something in his wallet. Shaking your head, you continued to speak, sharing possible activities to fill what was left of the afternoon. Oddly enough, for every new idea you mentioned, he seemed to pull out another bill. 

Does he normally have this much cash on him?

“Jake, what are you doing? Why are you pulling money out of your wallet?” You finally asked.

“Babe, I love you to death, but the only thing I’m interested in doing today is enjoying some peace and quiet.” He quipped.

“Oh, so what? This is your way to shut me up? Bribery?” You gasped, clutching your chest in faux hurt and devastation.

His eyes twinkled with curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite pick up on. “Seems to be that way, I suppose. Would you say this amounts to be worth your time? Is it too much? Or has your rate gone up?” He spoke lowly, glancing down at the pile of money in between you.

“I think you should toss a few more in there just to be safe. Though I’m sure we can always make a deal to work out any discrepancies.”

Your jaw dropped slightly as he flipped his wallet over completely, opening it and letting more cash fall out. There had to be at least two or three thousand dollars in front of you. Your mouth hung open in complete shock with a slight grin as you looked back at the smirk Jake was wearing. Of course you knew that being a rockstar had its perks, especially financially, but Jake wasn’t the type to go around flaunting anything. But the thought of him (literally) throwing his money at you ignited a flame you never knew existed.

He seemed to notice the switch in you as he suddenly moved, or rather pushed you off his lap while throwing the covers off himself. The movement of the covers sent the cash flying all over the bed and you sat up on your elbows as Jake towered over you.

“So, you were sayi-” He didn’t even have time to finish his sentence as you reached up to grab his face, pulling him down on top of you. The kiss was feverish and hungry and you found yourself subconsciously moving your hips up, trying to get even the slightest bit of relief. He helped you shimmy out of your jeans before slipping your top over your head.

Jake sat up and you realized just how quickly the roles had been reversed from the position you were in not even two minutes prior. His eyes darkened at the sight in front of him. There, you laid on a pile of his money in just your bra and panties. From Jake’s perspective, it was something straight out of a wet dream, except this time, it was real.

Leaning back down, he gave his full attention to leaving a trail of dark love bites from your neck all the way down to your hip. You couldn’t help but wrap your hands in his hair for leverage, humming out from the pure bliss his touch left you with. He toyed with the band of your panties for a moment, biting at the elastic before letting it snap back against your skin. You gasped out at the slight sting that quickly faded into pleasure.

He chuckled before diverting his focus back to your folds that were now slick with desire. His fingers ghosted over your sensitive nerves and your hips bucked forward in response. “Jake please.” You begged, not even caring how desperate you were at the moment. “I’ll get you there, just be patient, hm?” He offered, softly nibbling at your earlobe. 

He started out easy with just one finger, but it wasn’t long before he added a second, and then a third. His fingers pumped in and out of you tirelessly and you couldn’t help but clench around him tightly everytime his fingers curled inside you. He very quickly found the one spot that sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a plethora of pornographic sounds leaving your body. His thumb added pressure to your clit and you swore you saw stars. “You feel like velvet, so soft. It’s like this pretty pink pussy was made just for me.” He hotly whispered in your ear.

“D-Don’t stop Jake. Gonna c-cum.” The words were barely coherent as they left your mouth but he understood just fine as he continued to work his fingers into you while still circling your bundle of nerves. You were right there but just before you reached the euphoric state, his fingers retreated and you whined out from the orgasm you were just robbed of.

“Jake, what the hell?” You breathed out. He brought his fingers up to your lips and you wrapped your mouth around them, cleaning off the juices coating them. Just when you thought he was about to pull his fingers back, he pushed them back further until they touched the back of your throat, making you gag around them.

“Now I thought we had an agreement here. All this compensation and you’re still yapping. Not a very good deal if you ask me.” He taunted, finally drawing his fingers back and letting you catch your breath.

“Fuck, I- I’m sorry Jak-“

“Ah ah. Try again.” He interrupted.

You smirked slightly before responding. “I’m sorry Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise. Please, just fuck me.” You pleaded with a sultry tone.

His eyes darkened at the unexpected name and you swore you heard him quietly moan. You knew he liked being called sir, but decided he fit the sugar daddy role a little better right now. Quickly slipping off the linen pajama pants he still wore, he nestled his knee in between your knees. He teased his hard cock a few times, making you more frustrated by the second. “Plea-”

Before you could even finish, he snapped his hips against yours without warning, bottoming out fully. You cried out, more out of shock than pain and his eyes searched yours to wait for confirmation to continue. “Fuck, keep going.” You panted.

“Yeah? You like being fucked on my money? Just a groupie after my cash? That’s all you are aren’t you? Pathetic fucking gold digger.”

You and Jake both knew that his money was not a factor in your relationship, but something about the way he was speaking to you like this turned you on more than you could explain, and he could tell by the way you subconsciously clenched around his dick.

His hand moved up to your neck before resting around your throat as he continued to rock his hips into you. The slight restricted blood flow to your brain mixed with the intense pleasure he was giving you was an indescribable feeling. Leaning forward, his hot breath whispered filthy insults in your ear. You were too far gone to comprehend everything he was saying but somehow still managed to pick up on words like “whore” and “slut,” which only fueled your impending orgasm. Jake shifted a bit, pushing both of your legs up against your chest. Your breath hitched as the new angle allowed him to hit a spot deeper than before. Digging your nails in his back, all you could mutter out was a mix of “Jake” and “fuck” as you neared your release.

“C’mon, give it to me. Let me have it.” His demanding tone seemed to be the final thing you needed before your orgasm violently overtook you. Jake continued rocking inside you until you felt him reach his release as well. The two of you stayed there for a moment to come down from your highs. After a moment, he slowly pulled out and rested up on his arms, just barely hovering above you, the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

He reached up to grab a few of the bills by your head before bringing it back between the two of you, casually slipping them underneath your bra strap.

“Now, what is it you were saying earlier?”

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JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey my loves! Had this idea for a while and I would kill for some Josh TLC rn so this is what you get! It’s mostly fluff, but there's a bit of smut at the end:) This is also HEAVILY unedited. I love you, thank you!

Word Count: 3.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ minors dni! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap please) praise kink, oral sex (f rec), p in v, language, fingering, some dom sub if you squint, some body insecurities, SO MUCH FLUFF, really just passionate lovemaking.

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After a long day of sitting in your cubicle for nearly nine hours, your body aches. As soon as you walk through the front door of your shared apartment, you fight the urge to collapse on the doormat. The only thing keeping you from doing so is the faint sound of Josh mingling in the kitchen. As you remove your shoes and hang your coat up, he appears around the corner.

“Hey, love. I figured that was you,” he says softly, padding his way over to you. He pauses just inches from you, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What’s wrong, mama?” He sets his hands on your shoulders.

Feeling his soft skin, hearing the tenderness of his voice, has your eyes beginning to water. Immediately, his expressions shift. It goes from concern to a high level of worry. He straightens his back, eyes racing across your face.

“Oh, honey,” he coos, pulling you into an embrace. One of his arms drapes over your shoulder, the other wrapping around your waist. 

Involuntary tears stream down your face as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. You melt into his arms, a sob escaping as you do so. The hand placed on your neck repositions itself onto the back of your head, cradling you against him. His fingers gently work into your scalp, massaging and tugging in all the right areas. The hand on your waist presses gently into you, his thumb moving across your shirt. You sniffle and pull your head off of his shirt, afraid to get him wet from your tears.

“No, it’s okay. Let it all out,” he insists, encouraging your face back into its original place.

You relax your shoulders. You’ve never felt as safe and understood with anyone the way you do with Josh. He’s always the person to notice when something’s up, giving you a gentle glare until you break down and tell him. He always wraps you in tight, warm hugs, your bodies pressed together while your breathing levels. He’s your home, your safe space, your person. 

After a few minutes, the tears stop. You take a deep breath and pull yourself off his chest. You grimace at the patch of black mascara you’ve left along with tear stains. You wipe away at it, feeling guilty for getting so emotional when nothing in particular happened. Josh grabs your hand and guides it down to his waist. Planting it there, he brings his hands to your cheek. Cupping them, his fingers glide over your tear-stained cheeks.

“What happened?” he says once you’ve gathered yourself.

You purse your lips together. “Nothing, I don’t know. It was a hard day and coming home to you just made me emotional,”

“That’s okay, it happens.”

“I swear I was fine until I got home,” you say, your eyes burning with more tears. “God, I’m so sorry. This is probably the last thing you wanted.”

“Don’t be silly, you know there’s nothing in the world I love more than holding you. I’m more at peace in your arms,” he says softly, causing hot tears to escape your eyes once more.

How did you get so lucky?

“Now,” he begins, moving his lips across your face. He places wet kisses on your tears. “Ice cream? A movie? Cuddles? What do you want, love? Name anything and I’ll make it happen.” His words soothe you between every kiss left on your skin.

“Maybe a bath? If we don’t have anything that’s fine–”

“A bath it is. I made cookies. Grab a few and sit down. I’ll get everything ready, mama.” he directs, letting you go.

He gives you a smile as he turns and walks down the hall. Without him in your bubble you feel like breaking down again. Instead, you shuffle into the kitchen. Two pans of chocolate chip cookies lay on the counter, fresh out of the oven. He must have done this on purpose, knowing you love nothing more than a warm cookie. Besides him, of course.

You sit on a stool and scarf down three cookies. Emotional eating? Perhaps, but you don’t mind. Neither does Josh. As he wanders back into the kitchen, he smiles as he notices your further relaxed state.

“It’s all ready,” he tells you, grabbing the tips of your fingers.

He stands a few feet away from you, your hands connected and dangling in the air. You swallow the last of your third cookie and push yourself off the chair and onto your feet. Slowly, he leads you down the hallway and into the bathroom, your fingers intertwined. The bath water is still running, the noise greeting you as you step inside the room. Josh maneuvers behind you so he’s able to shut the door behind you. Then, he spins you around so you're facing him.

“Can I?” he asks, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

You nod and he slips the fabric over your head, exposing your bra and stomach. His hands run along the smooth of your back before settling on your bra straps. His fingers work to undo it, but after a bit of struggle, you help him undo the clasps. Carefully, he pulls the material off your shoulders and down your arms before sliding it off your wrists.

You have absolutely no reason to feel insecure as Josh has always made it his primary goal to make sure you’re well aware of his love for your body, but you feel awfully vulnerable right now. You feel the heat in your cheeks rise as he discards your bra. Without another thought, you cover yourself. Josh pauses, his eyes meeting yours. He tilts his head, his eyebrows raising. When you don’t make an effort to remove your arms, he cups your cheek.

“It’s just me,” he tells you. Biting your lip, you remove your arms, thankful Josh didn’t force you. He takes a step back, admiring your breasts and shoulders. “There’s my girl,”

Without another word, his fingers find the zipper to your skirt. He pulls on the tassel, the zipping noise sparking goosebumps across your skin. You let out a long exhale as Josh’s hands brush across the small of your back. 

“May I?” he double checks before falling to his knees.

One thing you love about Josh is how absolutely infatuated with you he is. Not once has he ever shied away from his feelings towards you. He loves showing you just how much he admires you, whether that being through forehead kisses and hugs from behind or little notes scattered around the house. He enjoys laying in bed an hour longer, holding you close to his body, soft kisses pressed into the skin of your neck.

Kneeling in front of you, he pulls the fabric past your thighs. He’s humming a soft tune as you step out of the material, a hand placed on his shoulder to keep you steady. He slides the skirt to the side before removing both of your socks. Perched on his back two feet now, he stares up at you, eyes glistening and filled with love. He brushes his fingertips along the outside of your thighs until they meet your underwear. Rising to his knees once again, he kisses your navel. His wet lips trace across the skin until you shudder. 

“Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy,” he sings softly against your skin. He hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties, eyes staring into you. When you nod, he begins to pull them down. “If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in the mind of me,” he sings.

It’s at that moment it finally registers to me what he’s singing. Unknown by Hozier. You’d recently become obsessed with that song after hearing it at a small cafe one morning. You brought it home with you, singing it around the house whenever you cooked or cleaned. You never told Josh to listen to songs as he was pretty particular with what he enjoyed. You knew he’d love it because of how much you loved it, but you didn’t want to force him into anything. He must have overheard you and done some research. Your heart warms at the gesture, making you teary eyed again.

“Where a blinding light shone on you every night and either side of my sleep,” He continues as you step out of your underwear. Tossing them to the side, he plants his hands on your calves, eyes glowing as he stares at you. Moving his head closer to you, he scatters you with kisses across your thighs. “Where you were held frozen like an angel to me,”

“Josh,” you sigh. “Baby, did you learn that for me?” You ask, guiding him back up to his feet.

He shrugs. “You’ve been singing it for a week straight, you really think I wouldn’t?”

You laugh and pull him into a kiss. His lips are soft and warm as you meet them. Softly, he kisses you back. Losing yourself in the way he feels pressed against you and his tongue tracing your lip, you moan into him. You feel his lips turn into a smile before pulling away. He steps away from you, eyes scanning over your naked body.

He bites his bottom lip as his eyes wander. The way he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world makes your heart beat quicker. Blush spreads across your face, your cheeks bright red as his eyes feed off of you. They flick to your eyes and the corner of his mouth pulls into a smirk when he notices your embarrassed face. He says nothing of it and takes your hand.

As he shuts the water off, you notice he used your special aromatic flowers and oils. He returns to you, guiding you towards the edge of the tub. He helps you into the water, gripping your hand firmly so he can grab you if you slip. He drops it as you sink into the water.

“Oh, god. It’s the perfect temperature,” you sigh.

“Thank goodness, I thought it would be too hot,” he says cautiously.

As he turns and heads for the door, your heart jumps. “Wait. You’re not joining me, darling?”

He pauses. “Is that what you want?” You nod in reply. “As you wish.” You can’t help but giggle as he quotes your favorite movie, The Princess Bride. “Would you like a show?”

“I’d love one,” you lean over the rim, hands tucked under your chin. 

His eyes hold yours as he removes his shirt. The light deliciously shines across his skin, igniting an orange glow all over him. He glows like the sun either way, but a little extra at this moment. He takes his shirt and holds it with his pointer finger above his head. With a wide-grin, he spins in a circle, a belly laugh leaving his mouth as he finishes. You clap your hands and encourage him to continue. He undoes his belt, slipping it off his waist and dropping it to the floor. You watch his fingers unbutton his jeans, the muscles working under his skin. He slides them down and off his ankles. As he stands there in just his boxers, you run your fingers through your hair impatiently.

“Enough of the show,” you say.

“You don’t like it?” he fakes being offended.

“I love it. You’re beautiful, Josh. But I want you in here now.”

His breathing hitches at the compliment but he quickly obliges and removes his boxers. You marvel at him, every inch of his body being perfectly sculpted. You run your tongue over your lips, coating them with saliva as he slides himself in front of you.

“Oh, this is nice.” he says, splashing water with his hands. 

You agree and grab white suds that rest on top of the water. Josh does the same, playing with the soap in his hands. You scoot closer to him, your arms holding the suds in front of your face. With a smirk, you blow the suds into the air. They fly into Josh’s face and he quickly swats at them. Dramatically, he glares at you; a simple warning. Ignoring it, you do it again just to annoy him. He shoves his fist into the water, splashing soap and oils into your face.

“Careful! You’re gonna get soap in my eyes!” you whine, wiping your palms across your face.

“Oh quit being so dramatic,” he huffs, grabbing your wrist and spinning you so your back is facing him.

Wrapping his arms around your stomach, he pulls you closer to him. Your body is pressed against his, the only thing separating you being the water particles. He’s warm and soft as you lean back. Wordlessly, he delicately rubs your muscles. You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling and rest your head on his shoulder.

“What did you do all day?” he asks, lips pressed on your shoulder.

“Oh, you know. Same old same old,”

“What did you have for lunch?”

Your eyes flutter shut as his hands work across your body. “A sandwich my coworker got me,”

“Was it good?”

“So good,” you breathe.

“I never realized you had a mole here,” he observes, eyes locked in on your shoulder.

“Well, I reckon there’s better things to look at other than my shoulder,”

“I disagree. It’s very beautiful.” he plants kisses up your neck, making you moan in return. You feel him smirk against you, teeth nipping at your exposed skin. You tilt your head, granting him access. He licks and sucks at the skin, each time causing a whine to drift into the air. His hands move down your torso until they’re resting on your thighs. “Josh…”

“What, my love?” he whispers into your head.

His fingers squeeze at the skin of your legs, making them involuntarily open. Josh chuckles, the vibrations causing you to move with him. His hands trace up the inside of your legs, discreetly making their way up to your heat.

“Can you?” 

“Can I what? Use your words,” he taunts you. When you don’t answer after a few seconds he tries again, “You know I won’t deny you anything, mama. I just wanna hear your words.”

“Will you make me cum?”

Almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, his finger drags through your slit. “As you wish. Let’s get out of here first, mk?”

He stands up first before bending down to grab your under arms. After helping you up carefully, he steps out of the tub. His hands on your arms steady you as you too try and get out. Without notice, Josh wraps his arms around your bare body and lifts you up. You squeal and giggle at him as you leave the bathroom.

Carrying you to your shared bedroom, he gently lays you down. Lying on your back in the open now, the cool air coats your body, making you shiver. Josh stands above you, his eyes admiring your body.

“I love it when you’re like this,” he states, bending down to kiss your belly button. “All sprawled out and wet,” his lips glide over your body. “Where do you want me?”

You squirm when he removes his lips. “I want your fingers,”

“As you wish,” he smirks, holding your gaze as a finger runs through your folds.

You screw your eyes shut, letting out a soft moan as he glides through your slick. You can feel his eyes watching your every move, igniting fire inside of you. His finger swipes over your clit and your body shudders. He does it again, eventually rubbing circles into your clit.

“Fuck…” you cry, biting on your lip.

“You like that pretty girl?” He asks, his breath on your chest now.

His tongue darts out of his mouth, tracing your hardened nipple. You squirm from under him as he takes the peak into his mouth. Swirling and sucking on it, he works fast circles into your clit. He moves to your other breast, kneading it with his hands before pulling it into his mouth. He removes himself with a pop, paying attention to his digit that works inside of you. You gasp as he adds his ring finger, fucking into your wet pussy. Because your eyes are shut, you don’t notice he’s moved positions until his lips kiss your clit.

“Oh my god!” You shout, gripping his hair.

He drags his tongue through your slit as his fingers work into you. You sit up on your elbow as your fingers grip his locks.

“Fuck, Josh. Just like that, pretty boy,”

He moans at your praise, the vibrations connecting to your clit. He laps at you, eager to map you finish. His tongue skillfully moves across your body, repeating motions that only he knows send you over the edge. He swallows you whole like you’re water and he’s a dehydrated man, bucking his hips into the mattress.

“Josh,” you quiver.

“Let go baby, come on. Feed me. I want it all,” he removes his mouth to speak.

Dipping his head back in, he thrusts into the sheets. You’re reminded of how painfully hard it must be for him. You imagine his cock, thick, warm, with arousal leaking from the tip. With his head buried between your thighs, you imagine it stuffed inside of you as he cries above you. You open your eyes to see his staring back at you. You begin to crumble, squeezing yourself around him as his eyes bleed into yours.

You’re a shaking mess below him, your hips thrusting into his face. Josh doesn’t mind as he likes when you’re controlling in bed. It doesn’t happen very often, but he enjoys it when it does.

With one particular curl of his fingers and a flick of his tongue across your clit, you spill over. The orgasm is warm as it floods your body, your back arching as you coat his face.

Josh is usually more dominant at in bed, making your orgasms fiery as it rips through you. But when he’s as loving as he is right now, the feeling is warm like summer. Handled with so much care, love, and passion makes it feel like drinking ice cold water after a long day outside; needed, appreciated, and heavenly.

You ride his face as his fingers continue to pump into you. As you come out of it, his motions stop until you’re panting. You remove your hand from his sandy-colored curls and allow him to remove himself. He abandons your cunt, his lips red and plump. His mustache and chin are coated with your release and he drags his tongue across the entirety of it.

Grabbing the back of his neck, you pull him on top of you. Your lips meet, butterflies in your stomach. Swirling your tongue inside of his mouth, you taste your cum and his saliva. You rock your hips into his crotch, feeling him twitch against your thigh and he whimpers into your mouth. You swallow the sounds, begging for a tape recording of it so you could listen to it forever.

“Josh…” you cry.

“What, my love?”

You bite your lips, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “Will you make love to me?”

He smirks. “Does my pretty girl want my cock?”

“So bad,” you nod, pressing into his length again.

“As you wish. I’m gonna give it to you nice and gentle though, okay?”

“Yes, please.” You say as he slides the tip of himself through your soaked core.

He holds your gaze as he slips the tip in, easing you onto him. He stretches you so deliciously, your mouth falling open. He moans and shakes as he watches you. Reaching the hilt you cry his name softly. His thumb rubs your cheek as his eyes close tightly.

“You’re so warm and tight. Fuck, I don’t know how long I can last,”

“I don’t care, Josh. I just need you to move.”

He pulls back and pushes himself in, his head hidden in the crook of your neck. You hold his head with one hand as the other grabs onto his back. You claw at him as he snaps in and out of you slowly, grazing your g spot each time.

“You take me so well. Fucking made for my cock,” he cries into your skin, bucking against you.

“Harder,”

“Yeah? Thought you wanted it soft today?”

“Fuck, I can’t! You feel so good please just fuck me.”

He groans as he repositions himself. Working harder and faster now, he thrusts into you. Your hand tugs at his hair as the other creates red scratches across his back. You’re both moaning, absorbing each other’s sounds.

“I’m close,” he warns, twitching inside of you.

“Cum for me, pretty boy. Cum in me. Fill me up so good,” you beg.

“You sound so pretty with my cock inside of you. Gonna cum for you. Gonna fill you up so fucking good—oh god,”

He spills into you, coating your walls with his cum. He chants your name like some religious prayer, begging for release. He whimpers into you, snapping in and out of you until his legs start to shake.

He pulls out of you like a man on a mission and falls back between your legs. Immediately, his arm snakes over your thigh, dragging you into him. His fingers connect with your clit and work vigorously. You gasp as he fucks you with his tongue.

“Fuck, Josh. So good for me,” you say.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, angel? Right on my tongue baby,”

You feel it approaching, a knot in your stomach. He laps at your clit, dragging it into his mouth and kneading it with his lips. Tears stream down your cheeks as you fight from under him. His hands hold you down firmly so you’re unable to move as you cum.

It rips through your body, unlike the last one. You feel it in your toes and all the way up in your head. He continues his motions, not stopping until you let go of his head. You shiver as your legs shake, back arched.

He detaches himself from you and licks around your thighs, cleaning up the mess. You watch him with a smirk as he sucks on your flesh.

“Want a taste?”

You nod and he towers over you. Your lips meet and you lavish in the taste.

“We taste so good, baby.” You moan.

“I think so too. You’re such a good girl for me,” he kisses your forehead with a smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Josh. Thank you,”

He holds you in his arms for a moment, kissing across your shoulder and jaw. Your eyes flutter shut as he leaves love bites all over you. Pulling your hair away from your eyes, you stare at him. Oh my is he beautiful. His cheeks are red from the post-orgasm haze, his lips plump. You watch his deep brown eyes stare back at you. Your heart explodes just seeing him.

“Can we take a nap?” You ask, threading your fingers through his curls once more.

“As you wish,”

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[emsfallingsky]

Temperance

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! M (s) female (d). kissing, name calling, cursing, praise, slapping, slight degradation, ending, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, toy use, anal play, anal fingering,

“Please-fuck! Please,” Josh wined, bucking his hips up, trying to chase the feeling that you were now pulling away from him. The sound of the metal restraints clinking against the bed frame that were at either side of his head, making a smirk form across your face. 

“Something you want, baby?” you asked him in a seductive tone while bringing your thumb to the tip of his cock, wiping away the precum that was beaded there. Josh let out a whine and threw his head back into the pillow. 

You had been torturing him for hours. Letting him come so close and then ripping that feeling away from him without any hesitation. The first two or three times you could tell he was getting a kick out of it, a cocky smirk plastered on his face while he enjoyed the sight of you teasing his cock. Now, he had turned into a whining mess, begging, and pleading for you to make him cum. His chest now rose and fell heavily with each shuddering breath he took, and his soft curls now stuck to his forehead as a layer of sweat now glistened across his naked skin. 

Each round was different, you had started off soft and easy, lightly dancing your fingertips across his stomach and up his thighs. He looked down at you watching while he leaned his head against the pillow. His eyes darted back and forth from your face and then to your hand, watching while you slowly dragged it along his skin. You would giggle when you saw his muscles jump as your fingers danced over a sensitive spot and when you brought your eyes up to look at him you could see his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 

You had slowly worked up an easy going pace, teasing him with your hand and then with your mouth. The sight of him looking down at you while you took his cock into his mouth was a sight to behold. Josh’s brows were knit tightly together with his mouth parted in the perfect ‘o’. You could tell he was trying to refrain from bucking his hips up to fuck into your mouth by the way his thighs twitched underneath you. 

When you found him getting closer, alerted by his soft moans and whimpers that fell from his mouth, you pulled away. Josh would whine and shoot his body forward, the clicking of the metal restraints telling you just how badly he wanted to reach out and touch you to pull you back to him. The muscles in his jaw flexed while he threw his head back down on the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes and took in a shaky deep breath before opening them and staring back at you. You could tell he was a complete mess, but he was trying his hardest to remain composed the best way he could. 

Josh swallowed thickly and took in another deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he did. “Please mama,” he mumbled, his soft honey-colored eyes pleading with you to give in for just a moment. 

“What baby? Tell me what you want,” you cooed, rubbing the palm of one of your hands up his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Josh looked down at you and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Wanna cum,” he mumbled. 

“Hm?” you asked, gently licking your tongue over the tip of his cock. Josh shuddered and let out a soft groan, arching his back and slowly rolling his body towards you. 

“Fuck! Let me fucking cum!” Josh hissed, losing his composure. The look he shot you would normally have made you freeze in your tracks but given the position he was in you knew for a fact he could do nothing about it. 

You looked back at Josh and shot him a glare of your own, while you clicked your tongue. “That wasn’t very nice Joshy,” you replied back, pushing yourself up from where you were laying between his legs to now sit back on your heels. 

Josh’s behavior immediately changed, and you watched him soften his face, his doe eyes looking up at you from under his lashes. “I’m sorry mama, I promise I won’t do it again. Just come back,” he pleaded. 

You pushed yourself off the bed, looking at Josh to see him looking at you with a confused expression on his face. You gave him a soft smile which he returned but you could still see the wheels turning in his head while he tried to gather what you were planning. 

You stepped over to the side of the bed and reached a hand out and stroked the top of his cheek. Josh turned his head to the side, closing his eyes as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You know you’re very pretty like this…fucked out and begging while your cock twitches and leaks for me,” you coo, tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest. Josh sucks in a breath and watches your finger while it comes to a halt right below his belly button only a few inches away from his cock. Your eyes stay fixated on his face, watching his reaction but out of the corner of your eye you can see his dick bob up and down, eliciting just the reaction you were hoping for. The tip of his cock is covered in his own arousal. When you see it twitch, you also see the thin string that connects it from the tip of his cock to where it rests along his abdomen. 

Josh notices the sudden softness in your voice and perks his head, a small gleam of hope in his eyes. “Yeah?” he breathed breathlessly, “you think so?” 

You bite your lip and hum out a response of approval while removing your hand from his abdomen to brush away the loose strands of hair that now stuck to his forehead. “Of course, I do…,” you say, giving a soft smile, “But.”

You watch Josh’s demeaned change suddenly at your words and see his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. “But?” Josh mumbles. 

You comb your fingers through his untamed curls and then grip him at the root, tugging so he’s forced to tilt his chin upward. “But you haven’t been behaving nicely and we can’t just let that slide now, can we?” 

Josh’s let’s out a small groan when you tug at his hair, but you can tell he secretly enjoys it by the way his cock twitches below him. “No,” Josh whines, “we can’t.”

You smile down at him and move your face close to his and press a soft kiss to his lips before releasing your grip on his hair. Josh moans into the kiss and you once again hear the restraints rattle. 

Stepping away from the kiss, you turn around and walk over to the dresser. “W-what are you doing mama?” Josh asks, his voice sparking curiosity. 

You pull open one of the drawers and begin to rummage around, searching for the one thing you had set your mind on. You push away a pair of socks in the back of the drawer, revealing the item you had been searching for. You smirk and grab ahold of it and then turn back to face Josh. 

Josh looks at you and then quickly glances at the item in your hands. In your hand was a fleshlight you knew Josh kept hidden in the back of the dresser. “Fuck mama, you’re gonna fuckin kill me,” Josh sighs, pressing his head back against the pillow. 

A smirk pulls at your face, and you start to walk over to the bed, opening the drawer to the nightstand. You quickly find the bottle of lube laying inside the drawer and pull it out. “You think you can handle it?

Josh swallows and looks back at the toy in your hand. You can see his breathing start to pick up again and you know you’ve piqued his interest.

“Yeah, yeah I can,” Josh rushed out quickly. You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head to the side, wondering if he would truly be able to handle it. 

“You gonna be a good boy?” you ask, opening up the lube and squirting some of it inside the toy. Josh lets out a soft whimper and quickly nods his head. 

“P-promise mama. I’ll be so fucking good,” he rushed out, seeming rather eager at the idea of you using his toy on him. 

You finish squirting the lube into the toy and then dip your middle and index finger into it, spreading the liquid around to coat the inside of it. “Fine,” you say, tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed and then proceeding to climb on it. You swung a leg over the top of him, position yourself a little lower on his thighs as you straddled him.

“But” you say, grabbing hold of the base of his cock, hovering the toy right above his tip. “You can’t fucking cum.” And with that, you press the toy down, agonizingly slow onto his tip.

“Fuck, fuck,” Josh groans, trying his best to steady his body that had already began to shudder. He thrashed his head from side to side, closing his eyes for a brief second while he desperately tried to fight against his body’s reactions. His thighs twitched beneath you, and you could feel the slight rock of his hips as he tried to buck them up. You placed your free hand on the side of his hip, pushing it back down into the mattress. “Uh-uh, you know better.”

Josh took in a deep breath, his eyes still shut. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat and with each breath he took, you could see his chest now rising and falling at a slow and steady rhythm. 

“There you go baby,” you cooed while slowly pushing the toy all the way down onto him. Josh’s mouth parted and a breathy moan pushed past his lips. You bit your lip and watched Josh while you began a slow and steady rhythm over him. His head was turned to the side, highlighting his strong nose and the tops of his cheeks which were now flushed with a light shade of pink. His eyes were still shut which made you turn your attention to his long dark lashes that touched the very top of his rosy cheeks. He always looked beautiful but seeing him like this was your favorite. 

Josh let out soft moans and whimpers while you continued to glide the toy over him. His hands that were restrained at his sides were bawled into loose fists, riding out the wave of pleasure that now coursed through his body. 

“Open your eyes for me. Want you to watch while I fuck you,” you whispered. Josh slowly opened his eyes, looking at your face with lids lowered halfway making him look completely fucked out. You peered back at him with a small grin but then found yourself letting out a low groan as you watched his eyes flick down to your hand that was slowly moving the toy over him. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth which made you glance at the small gap between his front teeth. Josh let out a soft groan, leaning his whole body back against the pillow as he fully submerged himself in his own pleasure.

A cocky grin startled to tug at the corner of Josh’s mouth now knowing the effects he was now starting to place on you. You had to give it to him, even though he was in no place to try and provoke or challenge you, he always knew the best way to get yourself riled up even if your attention was fully placed on him. 

“Watch it,” you hissed, breaking up the slow rhythm by slamming the toy all the way down on him and holding it still so he was buried inside. Josh lurched forward but then was quickly pulled back by the restraints. His brows were knitted tightly together, and his jaw was loose, letting a moan escape past them. 

“Fuck mama!” he grunted, pushing his hips up against the toy, burying himself further into the soft, silky walls of the toy. This time, you didn’t try and push his hips back down and let him chase it, knowing you soon were going to rip it away. 

“Yeah?” you quipped, cocking a brow at him while you slowly pulled the toy off of him and plunged it back down. Josh let out a hoarse moan from deep in his chest and nodded his head slowly while darting his eyes back and forth from your face to the toy. 

“Good,” you said and began a steady pace over him. Now the room was filled with Josh’s cries of pleasure and the lewd sounds that came from the toy each time you plunged it down on him. 

You let yourself watch, your eyes casting down to watch your fist gripping the toy as you worked it over him. Each time you pulled the toy upward, you could see the sticky mess that was created, clinging to the base of his cock and slowly dripped down to cover his balls. You felt your own lids get heavy with lust seeing the sight before you. “God, you’re a fucking mess,” you muttered. 

Josh met your eyes and slowly nodded while pulling his bottom lip back between his teeth. “I know mama," he panted, “you always make such a mess out of me.”

A soft groan left you and you flicked your eyes back down to watch. You kept the same steady rhythm over him and let your free hand start to rub against his thigh, squeezing and kneading at the firm muscle. You shifted yourself further back on his thighs, so you now were sitting just above his knee. 

With each pass of your hand, you let it come higher and higher. This time when you slid it back up, you let your thumb graze the side of his balls. Josh let out a groan, his eyes finding yours. You saw the enticing gleam in his eye, which made your blood start to rush with excitement. 

You slowly started to move your hand over and softly cupped his balls in your hand. Josh let out a moan and arched his back which only made him press himself further into your hand the toy that you were still working over him. You started to roll them around in your hand and you watched Josh’s reaction. 

He was a panting and whining mess with his chest now rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm unlike before. You could tell he was getting more and more worked up, but you weren’t quite done teasing him and the both of you knew it. 

Josh closed his eyes for a moment and rolled his neck, the veins on the side of his neck poking out a bit while he took in a shuddering breath before he opened his eyes and stared at you. His pupils were blown completely wide and the warm brightness that was usually held in his eyes was completely stripped away. “Please,” he muttered, his bottom lip hanging down a bit letting you see the saliva that coated it while his eyes pouring into you desperately pleading with you. 

“Please what?” you asked nonchalantly, pretending you didn’t have an idea as to what he was asking for. You cupped his balls a bit harder which made him flare his nostrils a bit and his eyes roll backwards. He shut his eyes for a second before he shook his head from side to side, clearing his clouded mind. His eyes locked back with yours and you watched as he tilted his head down a bit to further catch your eyes. God he always looked so good when he was begging…

“You know what I want, baby,” he whispered. 

“You’re right…I do know,” you hummed back to him. Your eyes then darted to the side, glancing at the bottle of lube resting next to you. Your eyes flicked back up to him and you watched as his own danced around your face, trying to figure out if you were truly going to give him what he wanted. 

You let out a sigh and nodded. “You have been really good for me….,” you replied, and you instantly saw Josh’s eyes grow wide with excitement. “But. I swear to God you better not fucking cum Josh,” you said through gritted teeth.

Josh quickly nodded, “I won’t, I promise I won’t,” Josh rushed out. You nodded and let out a soft hum of approval. You pulled your hands away from, keeping the toy on him as it laid against his stomach.  You reached to the side of you, grabbing the bottle of lube and popped open the cap. You gently shook the bottle and then squeezed the clear liquid onto your pointer and middle fingers. 

You closed the bottle and tossed it aside as you began to spread the lube over your fingers by letting them rub against the pad of your thumb. When you looked back at Josh, you saw him looking back at you staring intently at what you were doing. You reached forward and took the toy back in your grasp, making Josh shudder ever so slightly. 

You started to move the toy back over him, picking back up the steady pace you were using before. You let your other hand move downward, grazing over the top of his balls before continuing their decent lower. Your middle finger was the first to make contact with his entrance and you slowly started to swirl your finger around it. Josh let out a strangled moan and bucked his hips up, making your finger slide over him again. 

“Yeah? Does that feel good Joshy?” you asked in a soft voice, slowly adding more pressure as you continued to swirl your finger around him. All Josh could do was respond with a nod of his head, too far gone by the feeling of you moving the toy on him and the added feeling of your finger as it swirled at his entrance. 

You wanted to catch him off guard, so you suddenly started to move the toy over him quickly which made him curse loudly and thrash his body around. You continued to work over him and when he squeezed his eyes closed and let out a loud groan, you slipped your finger inside of him. 

Josh’s breath was caught in his chest and his eyes quickly flew open and settled on you. “O-oh fuck,” he moaned, lifting his hips up to meet the rhythm of the toy as you pressed it down on him. You slowed the rhythm of the toy down just a bit and began to slide your finger in and out of Josh. 

Again, the sound of the restraint clinking drew your attention to them, and you watched one of Josh’s bawled fists flex outward before he pressed it back into a tight fist. You continued your movements with your eyes fixated on every part of him. You had done this so many times that you now knew exactly how to calculate when he would tip over the edge. 

The slight twitch of the muscle in his abdomen alerted you along with his now staggered breathing. You began to toe the line, switching up the rhythm of the toy and seeing just how long you could drag it out. Josh started to whine, and his shaky breaths told you just how close he was. 

“Don’t you fucking do it,” you hissed through your teeth, flashing him a stern look. Josh swallowed thickly and nodded his head. You held his eye contact and curled your finger upward. Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he turned his face to the side and bit down on his bicep to stifle his moan. 

“Mama please I-I can’t,” Josh whimpered. You let out a sigh and slowly pulled the toy off of him but kept your finger inserted in him. 

“Fine,” you said, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You knew even without the toy; he would still be just as close with your finger pumping inside of him. You started to pump into him with a steady rhythm watching his face and chest now become covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the light. 

You slid your finger out of him, rubbing a small circle over his entrance and then added your other finger and pushed into him. Josh let out a deep moan and threw his head back while you began to work both of your fingers in him. 

“Fuck baby feels so fucking good,” he moaned. 

“I know baby fuck- you look so fucking good,” you hummed back, taking in the sight of him completely losing control over himself. 

When you start to pump your fingers faster into him, you could tell that he was starting to teeter over that edge again. You didn’t let up your movements though, you continued at the same pace not giving into him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Josh moaned, trashing his head to the side. You watched as his dick started to twitch and the muscle in his stomach started to tighten. “Mama, I-I’m gonna cum. Can I please fucking cum?”

You shook your head and continued to pump your fingers. “No Joshy, not just yet.”

“Baby- ah fuck! Please!” Josh cried. 

“Don’t you fucking do it Josh,” you hissed. Josh tried to calm himself down by taking in deep breaths, but you knew it was no good. You curled both of your fingers which made him cry out and then pulled your fingers out of him, but it was too late. 

Josh cock started to twitch, and you watched as his cum spurted from his tip and coated his stomach. Josh’s head was thrown back against the pillow, his Adam's apple on full display. He turned his head to the side, rubbing his damp forehead against the inside of his bicep before he turned to you. His eyes were the first thing you noticed, and you watched as they softened and looked at you apologetically. 

You took in a deep breath, turning your head to the side and clicking your tongue against your teeth. “Thought you promised me you wouldn’t?”

“Mama please! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to I-I just…fuck it felt so good,” Josh stuttered out, trying to regain control of his breathing. 

“Oh! Well, if that’s the case,” you chirped out, “Then it’s fine,” you said with a warm smile. 

Josh frowned; a look of confusion come over his face. “Wait really?” Josh asked, letting a relieved sigh follow him. 

“No,” you said sternly. You immediately reached for his cock and grasped it firmly in your hand. Josh let out a whine and when you swiped your thumb over his tip, he bucked his hips up and cursed at you. “Still a bit sensitive?”

“Mmm, yes mama,” Josh breathed out, “very sensitive.”

“Too bad,” you said and then started to stroke his cock quickly. The combination of the lube that was still left on his cock and the cum that coated the tip of his cock, made your hand slide over him with ease. 

Josh’s breathing picked up again and his whole body seemed to twitch beneath you. His hands yanked hard against the restraints, and you could see the veins on the tops of his hands and arms poke out. “Fucking christ! Fuck you!” Josh hissed. 

You clenched your jaw and when you stroked him upward again, squeezed ever so slightly on his tip. You leaned forward, your face hovering right over his. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Josh’s eyes held yours and you saw him glare at you. “I said…fuck yo-”. He was immediately cut off by you bringing your hand up and delivering a sharp smack to the side of his face. Josh’s head turned to the side, and you watched him push his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You could tell that your sudden reaction had secretly turned him on by the way his cock twitched in your hand.”

“Fucking brat! God! And you were doing so well,” you said, clicking your tongue against your teeth. Josh let out a deep sigh, but you could see the corner of his lip twitching as he forced away a smile. You did the same and pressed a soft kiss to his nose before straightening yourself back up over top of him. 

You continued to stroke your hand over him, and you watched his eyes slip shut. It wasn’t long before he started to shake again, still riding the wave of his first orgasm. “Fuck mama, I’m so fucking close,” Josh whined. 

“Good baby good,” you whispered softly, sliding your hand up his shaft and twisting your wrist once you got to his tip. 

“Fuck! Can I? Can I please cum,” Josh pleaded, looking deep into your eyes. You battled it around in your head, but you knew you had put him through enough tonight. When you slowly nodded your head, you watched as relief flooded over his face. 

You picked up your pace again and when Josh started to shake you slipped your other hand down and pushed your finger back into him. “Cum for me,” you said, curling your finger upward. 

That was all he needed before he came completely undone, cumming harder than he had the first time. He squirmed beneath you, his legs shaking, and cock twitching as warm spurts added to the mess that he had already made on his stomach. You let out a hum of approval and slowed both of your hands, steadying them. Josh laid there panting before you, soft moans slipping past him while he rode out the length of his orgasm. 

When he finally calmed down, he opened his eyes back up and gave you a toothy grin. You smiled back, pulling both of your hands away from him. You scooted yourself higher over him and leaned yourself forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you let your face hover only a few inches away from his. “So good baby,” you said, bringing a hand up to wipe away the sweat that was beaded at his forehead. 

Josh let out a deep sigh, his face now looking completely relaxed as a wall of exhaustion now hit him. “You know I love you, but can you please get these off of my hands,” Josh said with a slight chuckle. You chuckled back and nodded, leaning yourself up while you started to undo the restraints.

Once they were off of his wrist, his hands immediately grabbed onto you, holding you close to him. His hands slid up and down your sides, softly gliding along the fabric of your shirt. You let out a soft him, sinking into the feeling of his gentle touches. 

“You made quite a mess,” you said, glancing down to his stomach. Josh chuckled and followed your gaze. 

“Guess I did.”

“Shouldn’t be too pleased with yourself, didn’t even tell you that you could the first time,” you said, cocking a brow but now hiding the smile that was on your face. 

“I know baby I know but fuck…you know I love your hands. They feel so good.”

You smiled at him and gave him a knowing look. “Oh, trust me I know…”

“Won’t happen again I promise,” Josh said softly, grinning back at you. 

“You say that but we both know how you are…you and that fucking temper of yours. So impatient,” you quipped back, pressing a kiss to the top of his cheek. Josh blushed a bit and rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah...I know. Now…let me take care of you,” Josh said and grabbed your waist and flipped you, so you now were on your back with him hovering between your legs. 

“Oh!” you said, raising your eyebrows while you looked up at him. 

Josh leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Hands up mama…it’s your turn now.” 

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bloody little secret | d.r.w

danny wagner x reader

word count: 3,839

content warnings: vamp!danny, blood play (sorta?), fingering, choking, biting (he's a vampire of course biting is involved), dirty talk, danny has a daddy kink but we all knew that

summary: danny has a secret, a dark secret. one he hoped to keep from everyone in his life, including you. but sometimes secrets have to be spilled... amongst other things

a/n: ok so disregarding the fact that i haven't posted a fic since january, as well as the fact that i've promised several other things, here's a vamp!danny fic that i threw together quickly bc @ofthecaravel loves to watch me squirm and i felt like retaliating. of course inspired by karou's drawing which sent me spiraling. here's to all the bitches who have secret blood kinks 🫶🏻

Daniel Wagner had a secret.

It wasn’t that he had much of a choice, though. The fall out that could ensue from him being his typical honest self was too grand to even consider telling the truth. Not a single person knew, not the fans, not his brothers, and certainly not you. Afterall, it wasn’t quite easy to tell people he was a vampire. That’s not something one can just drop into any conversation.

It was this secret of his that made him hesitant to date. If he was looking for a quick hook up, maybe he could’ve made something work, but he didn’t want that. Despite his predicament, Danny wanted something long lasting, something meaningful and special. Hell he was immortal, he had plenty of time in the past to be a bachelor, but he was over it. He wasn’t going out of his way to find “the one,” but if someone happened to stumble into his path, he wouldn’t object to it.

Then one day, that very thing happened. Quite literally.

– –

He’d been walking around downtown Nashville with Jake, taking advantage of the warm spring weather to do some thrift shopping. If he was honest, he wasn’t fully into it, his mind a bit fuzzy from not having fed in a few days. It had been obnoxiously difficult to get away recently, the band having been spending most hours of the day in the studio working on new songs. Sure, he could’ve snuck out late at night, but fuck he hated feeling like a predator, like a monster. Though, he supposed he really was that. 

Bottom line, Danny was starving.

In his daze, he barely noticed you stumbling out of the store him and Jake were walking into. Right before you lost your footing completely and fell to the ground, he reached his arms out to steady you, his large hands easily wrapping around your upper arms. 

You flinched at the cold temperature of his skin, the chill a harsh juxtaposition to the warm weather. For a moment, you couldn’t find the words to say to him, your eyes stuck staring into his own. You’d seen hazel eyes before, obviously, but there was something about his that left you feeling as though you were in a trance.

He smiled softly at you, a smile of your own finding its way to your face without you even realizing it. Sam had told Danny he had an infectious smile dozens of times in the past, maybe he was right.

“Careful. Would be a shame to see a pretty girl get scratched up.” 

His voice sounded like silk, and for a moment, you were so caught up in how he sounded that you almost didn’t process what he said. You smiled bashfully.

“A little blood never hurt anyone.” You jested.

It wasn’t until you felt him stiffen that you realized he was still holding your arms. You cleared your throat, a silent request to be released, and he caught on. As you adjusted your dress, you felt his stare on you, a burning gaze that was a stark contrast to his soft smile.

Danny replayed your words in his head over and over.

A little blood never hurt anyone.

How wrong you were.

He softened his expression, not wanting to give away the mild discomfort that had begun surging through his body. His right hand came forward, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. Your breath caught in your throat at the action, your eyes likely appearing to be as wide as they could go.

“Well, it was lovely running into you, angel, literally.” You both chuckled at his joke. “But I think I should be on my way, and I wouldn’t want to hold you up.”

He started walking into the store, ready to go about his business, but you stopped him, your hand quickly grasping his before thinking twice about it.

“Wait!” He turned around to look at you before glancing to where your hands met, a smile appearing on his face once again.

“Yes?”

“I uh- I didn’t get your name.” You felt silly the second the words came out of your mouth. Of course you didn’t get his name, he was a stranger that you essentially body slammed just mere moments ago.

His smile turned into a smirk and oh, that was a dangerous look.

“Because I didn’t give it to you.” His words were playful, and you fought back a blush, though rather unsuccessfully.

“Right. Yeah, I… um.. I’ll just-”

“Danny. My name is Danny.” He interrupted.

– –

That interaction had been just over a year and a half ago, and somehow, he still never informed you of that one part of him. He’d done his best to keep his nightly activities concealed, and to be frank, he was really good at it. He’d spent plenty of years learning to deal with the taste of regular food, so that was never an issue. You always fell asleep before him, so his sleep schedule, or rather, lack thereof, was never a topic that came up. And as for his unusually cold body temperature? He explained it away as being anemic, not missing the irony of the white lie.

The biggest issue he found was that you were horrendously clumsy, a true hazard to yourself. First aid kits were hidden in cabinets in nearly every room just in case, and while he’d managed to control himself, he was slowly struggling more and more to subdue his urges.

One night you’d been preparing vegetables for dinner, and while Danny had made a joke about letting you anywhere near a knife, he didn’t realize he’d be right to worry about what could happen.

“Shit!” You exclaimed from the kitchen.

At a speed that could hardly be considered human, Danny ran to the kitchen to check on you. Luckily you’d been too occupied with your injury to notice how quickly he got there. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” Worry was painted all over his face, which you thought was silly once you realized the cut had been rather tiny. 

“Yeah, Dan, I’m fine. I think it just shocked me.” You rinsed the blood off, frowning when you saw another thick droplet rise to the surface of your skin one more.

He watched every movement, trying his best to ignore the sound of your racing pulse, the way your blood was loudly flowing through your veins. It was a sound that both comforted and terrified him; he’d yet to settle on one feeling.

Seeing your frustration, he picked your hand up and brought it close to his face. You’d assumed he’d be inspecting the cut to make sure it was as miniscule as you claimed it to be.

“Danny, I told you it was tiny you don’t have t-”

Your words vanished into thin air the second he brought your finger to his mouth, sucking the blood off and licking the appendage right after, his saliva sealing the wound, something you didn’t even process, too caught up in what your boyfriend was doing. He moaned softly around your finger, his eyes rolling back into his head against his will.

You thought he was playing it up to be funny, or maybe to be a bit sensual. In truth, he was taken back by how good you tasted. You, of course, had no reason to even think of that being a possibility, something Danny was grateful for. 

If your pulse hadn’t already been racing from the adrenaline, it certainly would’ve started at the sight of his actions. He didn’t miss that, either. The sound was music to his ears in that moment, knowing your rapid heart beat wasn’t out of fear, but shock and maybe a bit of arousal. When he made eye contact with you, he saw how dilated your pupils were. He also took note of the flush along your cheeks. Definitely arousal - he knew your tells like the back of his hand.

He smirked, trying to focus solely on your reaction and not the fact that he’d finally gotten a taste of your blood. But of course, Danny wasn’t so lucky.

His mind was reeling, thoughts buzzing a mile a minute and the one at the very forefront of his brain was that he wanted more. He’d been able to keep himself satiated by feeding on animals, but nothing would ever compete with the taste of human blood, of your blood. He wondered how he’d made it so long in your relationship without tasting it. How he’d managed to prevent himself from biting you even the slightest bit.

He needed to cool down. Needed to step away to regain composure. He wasn’t sure how he outwardly looked to you, but you still seemed to be distracted so he took that as a good time to go back to your shared bedroom.

He gave you that award winning smile. “All better?”

All you could do in response was nod. He kissed your forehead and walked away, leaving you to try to process what he’d just done.

Back in the bedroom, he flopped face first onto the bed, shoving his face into his pillow and biting it, ensuring his fangs didn’t tear holes into the cotton. This was bad, very very bad. 

He knew he’d never be able to forget how you tasted, how sweet the metallic tang was. God, you were the most delicious thing he’d ever had in his mouth. Suddenly, there was a strong fear creeping up his spine. He didn’t want to hurt you, no, he loved you more than anything else in his life. He’d never forgive himself if he lost control with you. But he was terrified he’d never be able to go without tasting your blood again. He had to find a way to resolve this issue, and quickly.

He spent the next two weeks thinking long and hard about what he could do. It was clear you weren’t disturbed by his prior actions in the kitchen, and he thought perhaps he could use that to his advantage.

The two of you were wrapped up in your bed one night, having come back a few hours earlier from the bar with his brothers. He knew you were nearly asleep, but he had finally found the courage to bring it up, and he wasn’t sure when he’d find that courage again if he didn’t speak his mind in that moment.

“Hey, angel?” His voice was soft, as it typically was, and you hummed in response. He rubbed your back gently, enjoying what very well could soon be the end of your cuddling if this went south.

“I was thinking about something, and I… I want to try something new with you.” He couldn’t recall the last time he felt so nervous. If he had a pulse it would be racing enough to prompt concern of having a heart attack.

You picked your head up to look at him. “Sure, love. Are you going to elaborate, or is it going to be a surprise?” If there was one thing in the world that instantly filled Danny with a sense of relaxation, it was your smile, and he was beyond grateful for it in that moment.

But that was a valid question.

One one hand, he thought he could probably find a casual way to explain what he wanted to do. He’d playfully nipped at your skin before, never with his fangs, and he knew you enjoyed the slight sting of his normal bite. He could say it was solely to leave those little purple bruises on your skin that showed everyone you belonged to him. He could pass it off as letting his possessive nature take control. You’d probably believe it too.

On the other hand, leaving his actions a mystery might pique your interest and get your heart racing even more, a sound he’d been craving in the most intimate way possible.

He decided to settle for something in between.

He rolled you onto your back, loving the way you immediately started playing with the curls dangling from his face as he hovered above you. The look in your eyes as you looked into his could only be described as full of pure love and adoration, something he’d never get tired of seeing. He only hoped what he was about to do wouldn’t ruin that forever. He was positive that if he lost you, he’d never recover, but at this point, it had been weeks since he’d gotten a taste of you and he felt like he might explode if he didn’t get another.

“I know how much we both love seeing those little marks from my mouth on your perfect skin.” He paused briefly to trail a line of kisses from your lips, to your chest, and down your stomach, intentionally avoiding your neck for the time being. “I know you love being marked up by me. Letting everyone know that you’re mine.”

He relished in the whimper that escaped your lips, loving the effect his words had on your body. He’d never get tired of the little sounds you made for him, always only for him.

Danny made his way down lower, pulling your shorts and underwear off as he continued leaving kisses along your body.

“I could spend hours worshiping your body, angel. Kissing, licking,” he paused for a moment, looking into your eyes before continuing. “Biting.” He emphasized his words with a soft nip to your upper thigh, your high pitched moan sending shockwaves through his body, a groan of his own coming out from deep within his chest.

“Do you like the sound of that, baby?” Though he knew the answer, he waited for a response, and when he didn’t get one, he moved quickly to once again hover over your face. He gripped your jaw firmly, bending down to whisper in your ear.

“Use your words or you’ll get nothing.” It was a bluff, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Fuck, Danny. Yes, yes I fucking love it. Please, more.” God how he loved to hear you beg.

He shifted back down, leaving wet kisses and small bites all over your legs, spreading them inch by inch but never moving to the one place you truly wanted his mouth to be. 

“Danny, come on. No more teasing.”

He slapped the inside of your thigh, just hard enough to give you the sting he knew you enjoyed. “You know better, you’re not in charge here. Understood?”

You nodded, then quickly responded to him with words before he had a chance to scold you again. “Yes, daddy.”

The word almost distracted him, and if he hadn’t been dead set on one particular outcome, he might have let it. He resumed his actions, biting once more on the thick flesh of your inner thigh, not at all missing the moan that spilled from your lips. 

“More. Harder.” You begged. He let it slide, if only because it was exactly what he was hoping for.

He turned his head to your other thigh and bit you once again, harder than before, almost enough to break the skin. When he doesn’t hear a protest, he repeats the action, this time biting even harder and watching as the tiniest drops of blood poked through the surface. He immediately bent down to lick them up, releasing his own moan at the taste. That incredible fucking taste he’d been missing since he first had it. Just as good as he remembered, just as delicious. 

Danny lifted his head to watch your facial expression, finding himself to be pleasantly surprised when he was met with the sight of your jaw hanging open and your eyes screwed shut. You were enjoying this, there was no doubt about it, and he took that as permission to go a bit further.

“Does it feel good, sweet girl?” As he spoke to you, two of his fingers slipped between your folds, feeling how soaked you were. He’d barely touched you, certainly not anywhere that should rile you up this much, and he had a sneaking suspicion that you harbored a kink that you’d been keeping hidden from him. Perhaps you both had secrets.

His two fingers shifted to circle around your aching clit before traveling down, pushing inside you and curling up to grace that little spot only Danny had ever been able to reach. “You’re so fucking wet, angel. Practically dripping all over my hand. You like when I bite you, don’t you?”

Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth, your breathing rapid and your pulse erratic. You nodded quickly, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. “Yes, yes fuck, Danny, yes. I want more, daddy. Please.” 

He continued pumping his fingers in and out of you as he brought his lips back to your inner thigh. This time when he bit you, he extended his fangs and allowed them to puncture your skin, drawing your blood into his mouth as he did so. You let out a loud, nearly pornographic moan, the bite sending pleasure coursing through your entire body. Never in your life had you felt something as incredible as Danny’s bite, and if you were in a clearer frame of mind, you might have the inclination to ask more about what had just happened.

His cock was straining against his sweatpants. He’d never been so hard and it was driving him mad. He drank only the smallest bit more before licking over the wounds to seal them. He wanted so badly to keep going. To drink more and more of your blood, but he needed to regain control. He couldn’t overdo it, especially not the first time he actually bit you. The last thing he wanted was to scare you away, but as your hand dropped to grip his head, pushing it once more into the very spot he just bit, Danny realized his concern of frightening you might have been unwarranted. 

Before he could allow himself to get carried away, he moved his lips. First, he found a spot on your hip to nibble at, then your waist, then up to your breasts, spending a bit of extra time there. He wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked it into his mouth, then quickly flicked his tongue over it back and forth. He removed his fingers from your pussy and reached up to wrap his hand around your throat, finding your pulse point and paying close attention to the increasing speed of your beating heart. 

His lips moved up to your collarbones, nipping the slightest bit there before continuing their path upward. When he reached your throat, he paused. It was his last chance to back out, and he was finding it harder and harder to find a reason to stop himself from digging his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck. Between your racing pulse, the scent of your blood, and the taste of it already coating his tongue, he couldn’t get himself to think about anything else. It moved beyond a want, crossing into the dangerous territory of being a carnal urge that he was dying to give into. 

To distract himself the slightest bit, he peppered kisses along the length of the side of your neck, sucking gently to leave more of those gorgeous purple bruises. It would be so easy to let the monster inside take over, but once again, the nagging thought of going too far stopped him. It wasn’t until he felt one of your hands dragging over his bare back, clawing marks into his skin while the other pushed his head further into the crook of your neck, that he decided to keep going.

“Danny, please.” You didn’t have to elaborate, it was abundantly clear what you wanted. In order to make his bite even more pleasurable, he brought the hand that had been wrapped around your throat back down to your pussy, easily sliding those two fingers back inside. He curled them over and over as he circled your clit with his thumb, still leaving wet kisses on your skin. 

“Oh god, oh fuck, Danny… Dan- I’m gonna- fuck.” You were panting, your chest heaving with every sharp inhale of breath. 

“Come on, angel. I can feel that sweet pussy squeezing my fingers. Give it up for me and I’ll give you what you want.” His pace didn’t slow down the slightest bit and he knew you were mere moments away from letting go.

Your nails were breaking the skin of his back as you scratched him, though the marks healed too fast for him to fully notice. That would likely be added onto the list of questions you’d have for him after the fact, but he’d worry about that later. 

“Danny, Danny, fuck fuck fuck!” The second you began tumbling off the edge, your head tossed back, opening your neck to him and allowing the easiest access for him to sink his teeth into you, taking deep pulls of your blood into his mouth. Your back arched off the bed, the moan you released sounding more like a shriek than anything else. He would’ve been worried had you not been pushing him further into your skin. 

He drank until he felt you calm down, his fingers slowly pumping to help you ride out your high. Once your breathing began slowing down, he pulled away, his tongue gently lapping over the puncture wounds he’d marked you with.

“You taste absolutely divine, angel.” He whispered into your ear.

When he pulled away from you completely, he saw the fucked out expression on your face and it sent an overwhelming heat straight down to his cock. He palmed himself over his sweatpants, patiently waiting for your eyes to open. Part of him was nervous, he could admit that. What if the fog cleared and you realized what he actually did, what he said? Despite that, he was incredibly turned on, and if you didn’t run away screaming in fear of your life, he’d be ready to fuck you right into the matress until you were screaming for an entirely different reason. 

After what felt like a small eternity, your eyes began to open. You stared at him with a blank expression, taking a moment to read the look on his face. A crooked smile found its place on your perfect face, a breathy chuckle slipping through your lips.

“Danny…” You started.

“Yes?” A rare feeling of pessimism filled his brain, suddenly expecting nothing other than you to go off on him, but you didn’t, which was even more shocking.

“I thought vampires were made up.” He could hear the smile in your voice and he released a sigh he hadn’t realized he was holding in. He flashed a smile, the one you fell in love with the first day you met him, this time with his fangs on full display.

“Think again, angel.”

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Anthem of The Angels: The Spartan

Warnings: blood, gore, talk of religion

In collaboration with @streamsofstardust

Unfortunately, it’s not like the movies. There is no sitting on a cloud, looking down on humanity with a big smile. No playing a game of complicated chess, using humans as pawns. 

No, Evangeline had to be in the middle of it. Watching each couple with their hands tightly intertwined walking down the street, looking so in love that jealousy causes goosebumps to litter her arms. They don’t know how good they have it, getting to spend years upon years with one another. 

Evangeline twirled the straw around her glass of lemonade, sitting outside a small café somewhere in Nashville. Her ears perked up when she heard a woman talking on her cellphone, discussing how she couldn’t wait to be older, to be done with college. Humans are funny like that, wishing to be older, wishing for years to fly by. Then they always like to reminisce on the good old days. It’s not very angelic, but Evangeline grew bitter. Bitter of every human that got to experience a moment with the one they loved, something that she should be doing with him.

He was perfect. Perfect in every era that she got the pleasure of being by his side. Instinctively, she ran her hand through her hair. A gesture he had done thousands of times before. As her gentle hand scraped the blade of her shoulder, something soft embedded itself between her fingers.

Bringing her white-painted nails up to her line of sight, a feather shone in the bright spring sun. One from her wings. 

This was a bad sign for an angel, a tell tale sign that even immortality had its cruel limits. It was a fail safe, put in place by the angel Michael. If an angel spends more time on earth than in heaven, their divinity leaves them, starting with their wings.

She had been losing feathers since the first meeting. Evangeline had to be there, had to be there for the one week every twenty-five years that she got to spend in pure bliss.

Going home would keep her locked there for over a century, having to serve time in the name of God for the sins she engaged in whilst on Earth. Repenting for angels is different, more involved, more harsh, sometimes even bloody. She would be recharged, fully divine again, but she couldn’t bear the thought of losing four cycles with her beloved.

However, Evangeline worried that this could potentially be the last time she could spend with her lover. She knew she was dwindling, literally feeling her power leave her body. The books, along with the one in front of her, never alluded to a cure or anything of the such for a matter like this. Maybe, this was her punishment for defying the archangels and her father, a hell loop with an even sadder ending. 

“Ma’am?” The waiter, a tall lanky boy with hair as red as cartoon devils, stood in front of her with a notepad dangling on his long freckled fingers. “Are you ready to order?”

“Just the lemonade, hun. Thank you.” She rarely had to eat, and today of all days her stomach was in knots from the nerves. 

The sheepish waiter left Evangeline alone with her book and planner once more in the outside of the cafe. With a shaky sigh, she sat the book down and turned her focus on the planner on the metal table. It was open to the month of April, a month of the greatest highs and the darkest lows. The month of him.

On today’s date, April 16th, a small heart was sketched in the corner of the box. Evangeline smiled, knowing that within the hour he’d be back in her life. But, her eyes couldn’t help but wander down to the 23rd, his birthday, that had a simple black dot. She never knew how to mark it, nothing felt appropriate, yet that black dot seemed to mock her sorrow. It festered on the page and in the back of her mind, reminding her to never get used to having him in her arms. 

A loud, boisterous group of men viciously tore her eyes from the calendar. There stood about six men, around mid twenties, half naked with only an over-sexualized sad excuse for a Spartan outfit. It was the soon to be groom that caught Evangeline’s eye, parading around as if he owned the town. It reminded her of the first time, the first time her eyes fell upon Josh. 

Evangeline’s feet touched the earth for the first time in her life. She had been nervous, not expecting to ever be a chosen angel to look after a blessed soul. It was her duty to ensure that her mark was to meet their destiny. 

Her white robes flooded around her feet as she appeared on a hillside, it was quiet but she knew that was not for long. With the time she had, she quickly grabbed the tiny scroll from the chords that were tied around her waist. 

“The name, what is the name?” She spoke to herself anxiously. She didn’t want to mess this up, angels weren’t the forgiving kind when it came to one another. They wanted perfection and obedience, something that Evangeline struggled with since the moment she came to be. 

“Joshua.” It felt funny on her tongue, the name. Like as if a spark of light tumbled its way from her soul, down her tongue, and on the ground before her. 

She repeated herself, only to become disappointed when the same sensation never found her again. 

Evangeline was told that she would be dropped on earth just before the sun reached its highest point, then the soul that was under her protection would reveal itself. She knew what was happening, a war that had casualties in numbers that the Silver City had never faced before. If she was allowed to admit it, she was scared of the human race. Evangeline had seen all that her father had to do, along with her sisters and brothers, when humanity thought they could control fate. They pillaged and tortured each other with ease, sometimes going as far as using her father’s name to justify it. 

Metal clashing against metal, scraping in a high-pitched ear-piercing cry, called Evangeline closer. That was her sign, Joshua must be there. Walking slowly, as it was her first time on land, she made her way west on the hillside. Small blades of grass tripped her newborn deer-like legs, causing her to focus more on her gold sandal clad feet rather than a group of six men running towards her. 

“Retreat!” One screamed in his native tongue. “We do not have enough men to face them today, retreat! Retreat, I say!” 

Evangeline stood cemented in her place, barely being noticed by the exhausted and wounded soldiers, until the last one. A warm feeling bubbled deep in her stomach, the same spark that fell from her tongue before had returned. She was certain that this was him.

Joshua, tanned with a curly head of hair, huffed as he tried to fight his way up the hill. He was quite far behind the rest. Huffing and struggling to stay up right. The leather band tied tightly around his bicep stuck to his slick skin with a mixture of mud, sweat, and blood. Blood that rapidly poured from the large gash on the apex of his shoulder. It was deep enough that the yellow fatty tissue of his muscle glistened when the sunlight hit it.

“Joshua.” Evangeline quietly gasped. Even in his disheveled shape, she had never imagined a human could be so beautiful. They used to be just miniscule creatures to her, but he had to be different. Joshua must have had some type of divinity running through his veins, he looked like an angel, therefore he must be. 

His brown hooded eyes peered up to Evangeline, almost entirely covered by his long eyelashes. The highest point of his left cheek bone had another cut, matching the vertical one that split his bottom lip in two. Joshua didn’t deserve this.

Evangeline felt an overpowering need to heal and comfort this man, he needed to survive. If not for the war, just so she could get to know him better. 

“Athena?” Josh’s hoarse voice called out. “Have you come to lead me to the afterlife? Will I die a hero?” 

Speaking proved to be too much for Joshua. He collapsed on the ground in front of her, clutching his stomach that was covered in a gold tinted armor. The helmet that he was clutching before rolled towards Evangeline, landing right next to her feet.

Her white robe flowed behind her as she ran to him, placing a protective hand on the middle of his back. “I am not Athena, Joshua.”

Joshua chuckled, only to wince in pain immediately after. “Ah, Aphrodite. Of course you are, with that beauty. Do you not think it is a little late for me to fall in love?”

“I am not Aphrodite.” Evangeline held her hand above the cut on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, channeling her powers to heal him. 

She expected to see a warm light flow from her hands down to the wound, healing it instantly. But, nothing. She knew she could heal a human, it was an innate power within her capabilities. Another reason for Evangeline to believe there was something special about this human. 

“What are you?” Evangeline looked at Joshua, their faces remarkably close to be considered strangers. 

“A boy.” He responded with a sorrowful tone. 

Her heart ached at his obvious defeat. Joshua welcomed the death that seemed to be fastly approaching. 

“A boy who will live another day.” Evangeline wrapped Josh’s arms around his shoulder, lifting him up with ease. He appeared shocked by her strength, giving her a wide eyed look once he was up right. She walked with him, as slow as he needed. 

“My aspis.” He stopped her, turning to look back on the bronze circled shield with a forged point in the center. “I can go nowhere without my aspis and helmet.” 

Evangeline could hear the roar of approaching soldiers, presumably not ones that would be friendly to Josh. She looked towards the way his comrades ran, they were nowhere to be found. They abandoned him, in his time of need. Just like she knew they would. Joshua did not deserve this, he did not deserve to die alone.

“Where are your other comrades?” Evangeline asked.

He looked down, swallowing hard. After a moment, he nodded towards the battlefield behind them. “There. Dead.”

Evangeline copied his reaction, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in her throat. Her eyes burned slightly and her breath hitched. She knew that this was her task, to protect Joshua by any means necessary. 

“You will not die today, Joshua.” 

Evangeline gently put Joshua back on the ground, making sure he did little to harm herself further. She didn’t understand it, but the shield that was stained, dented, and scratched was of the utmost importance to Joshua. Therefore, it was important to get it for him. 

Evangeline was warned not to reveal herself to any humans, and since she already had tried to heal Joshua, she thought her next decision would be of little importance. After standing up straight and rolling her shoulders back, a set of giant wings protruded from her shoulder blades. Each feather was pure white, with the slightest flecks of gold concentrated on the bottoms. 

Joshua stared up at her, dumbfounded wonder written all over his face only to be interrupted by the herd of aggressive Persian soldiers running her way. 

“Stay low.” She commanded the weak boy next to her. To emphasize her point, an arrow came barrelling towards the two. If continued on the same path, the projectile would surely land in Josh’s back. Concentrating on the arrow, Evangeline was able to slow down time, tracking it before it could cause any harm. Unceremoniously, Evangeline picked the arrow out of the sky. 

Joshua, not following her directions, stood next to her. A lengthy spear grasped in his hand, his left foot leading his body, shoulders square to his enemies, despite the injury. Evangeline was taken aback, not expecting him to be ready for a fight. He was foremittable, a brave soul that was willing to jump into battle so no one had to fight alone. 

“Artemis.” He chuckled to himself under his breath.

Evangeline didn’t have time to respond to him. There were about fifteen men sprinting towards her, each one looking more ferocious than the last. It was evident that this group did not go through the hardships that Joshua and his allies did. It must have been an ambush of sorts. 

With wide steps and no fear, Evangeline ran towards the adversaries. Her wingspan was large enough to cover Joshua from the arrows and spears until he could get his shield. Evangeline forcefully pushed off her back foot, shooting into the sky, catching the attention of everyone in the vicinity other than Joshua. He had his time to admire her and he knew that now his focus had to be elsewhere. 

Looking down, Evangeline noticed one Persian archer having his bow pointed directly at her. His face was flooded with panic, not entirely comprehending what he was witnessing. His hands shaking would work in her favor, she would be able to easily pivot her wings to avoid the arrow. Yet, she didn’t have to. Joshua’s spear landed directly through the archer’s throat, blood spurting behind him. The archer fell backwards, his legs giving out now that his life was lost. She looked down at Joshua, just to receive a wink. Stupid mortal. He was left without any weapon, nothing to defend himself with.

Evangeline had even less time now. She must hurry to ensure that she successfully completed her task. Diving down, she was able to maneuver between the Persians, collecting his aspis in one fell swoop. The leather straps were loose on her forearm, his being larger than hers, so the aspis swang back and forth hitting her thighs, while she flew to him. No fear could be detected on Joshua. It was as if he already put all his faith into her. 

“Grab my hand!” She called out to him. Evangeline could feel the tips of spears slicing against her bare thighs and catching on the coverts of her wings. It was painful, but his face blinded her from the damage being caused. The world seemed to go black around her, the only light being Joshua. 

His hand was covered in blood, making it even more difficult for her to grab in her hasty escape. Her fingers slid against his, but she was able to just catch his wrist. Gripping as hard as she could, she lifted Josh up with her. His aspis was in the way, so Joshua hung from Evangeline’s arm. He did not seem to mind, actually smiling triumphantly down at the Persians he so nearly invaded. 

“Evangeline, my name is Evangeline.” She informed him once they were far enough into safety.

“Evangeline, where you go I will follow.”

It warmed her. His sweet gentle words engulfed her with a sense of pride and something unidentifiable. 

“Joshua, we just need to get you to safety.” He didn’t respond. Rather he just enjoyed the ride until she found a place to stop. 

There was a small cove with a water source that fell between three rolling hills. It was covered enough by trees and hills that Evangeline and Joshua would be able to see anyone that approached them, a defensive measure that was desperately needed.

The two gently landed, and Joshua was finally able to see all the wounds that littered Evangeline’s porcelain like skin. They were nowhere near as deep or worrying as his, yet he rushed over to her in concern.

“Evangeline, how bad did they hurt you?” His muscles tensed once he grabbed her hands, bringing her arms up to examine. His squinted eyes traveled from her knuckles, up her forearm, to the wings that still protruded from her back. “Your - your, your uh...”

“My wings.” She pulled her hands from his then looked down with slight shame. “They’ll be okay.”

Evangeline rolled her shoulders back again, this time the wings disappeared quicker than they appeared. She was the more powerful being, yet she was overly aware of how Joshua saw her. Her wings made her different, and if she knew anything she knew that humans aren't kind to those who were different. 

Joshua averted his eyes, the gentleman's thing to do. Seeing this as an invasion of her privacy. Evangeline placed her finger under his chin, gently lifting it so she could meet the Spartan’s eyes. “Do not worry, Joshua. I’ll heal, it is you we need to worry about.”

Both of them looked over to the oozing wound on his shoulder. While throwing the spear, he must have torn it further. The gash took up most of his upper arm now, caked in dirt and tissue. This was not something that would heal fast nor easy, this was a wound that could potentially change his life forever. 

Evangeline held out her hand, letting it hover over the wound. She had a lapse of judgment, thinking that she would be able to heal him. There was no way, he was somehow immune to her powers. So after a brief moment, she lowered her hand in defeat. If she was unable to help him with her divinity, then she would have to help him the mortal way. Evangeline grabbed a small knife that was tucked in the waistband of his deep red pteruges. The slight sliver of skin peeking from underneath his armor pricked up with goosebumps as her fingertips softly brushed it. She could hear Joshua gasp, and she wondered if this was his first time being touched so gently.

Evangeline pulled at the bottom of her robes to make the fabric taught, with one swift motion she cut a long strip of the white fibers that could act as a type of gauze. Joshua grimaced as soon as it was placed over the gash, tightening his jaw and sneering so he wouldn’t scream out. Evangeline paused her actions to give him a moment to collect himself so there was less of a chance that he’d pass out. She shouldn’t have, but Evangeline took that moment to soak in every detail of his face. His high cheekbones, pointed nose, rosy cheeks, and sharp jawline. They were all so perfectly crafted, reminding her of the marble statues that were prayed to in Athens. 

“Just do it.” He spoke through gritted teeth. She obeyed his wish, tying the fabric as tight as she could around his arm. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it would have to work for now. “Fuck!”

Evagneline jumped back, shocked by his aggression and vulgar language. She outstretched her arm as a protective measure, not sure if he would act out in a response to his pain. His face softened instantly when the space between them grew. 

“I would not hurt the one that saved me, Evangeline.”

“Humans lie.”

Joshua opened his mouth to speak, yet shut it quickly. He took a step closer, a crooked smile on his face. “It is common knowledge that your father, Zeus, lies regularly.”

“Zeus is not my father, Joshua.” She took a step back.

“Are you not a goddess?” He took a step forward. 

“No.” A step back.

“A nymph?” Forward step. She slowly shook her head in response.

“So what then, Evangeline?” Joshua took one last step forward, this time Evangeline had nowhere to go. Her foot caught on a rock, causing her to stumble backwards. Angels usually were full of grace and elegance, never stumbling or tripping, yet it felt like the closer he got the farther away she got from heaven. He caught her hand, the same hand she carried him with earlier, pulling her into him before she could hit the ground. Her face was close to his, his breath tickling her nose and lips. The feeling within her felt innately wrong, yet something that she could completely lose herself in forever. 

“An angel, your angel.”

“My angel.” He repeated with a smile.

At that moment, Evangeline changed. There was no Heaven or Hell. No Silver City for her to go back to. No tests or tasks given to her from her father. There was only this one soul. That one smile made her forget the difference between faith and sin. There was only Joshua. 

Evangeline came crashing back from the memory of her first meeting. A single tear fell from her face. She had to mourn the previous versions of her soulmate forever, only feeling peace when she got the one week to spend with the next. 

That first week with him was bliss, she lived in her ignorance. She thought that she would spend a long life with Joshua, watching him grow old and sharing life experiences with him. Yet just a week later on the first day of twenty-fifth year of his life, Joshua passed away.

The wound on his shoulder never healed, only growing infected and causing him to lose all feeling. The infection must have spread to his lungs because the morning after spending the night together for the first time, Evangeline woke up to Joshua in a worse state than before. She did all she could but before the sun set that night, she was burying the Spartan. The image of his aspis and helmet resting against the rock was permanently burned in her brain, becoming a living nightmare. 

She wore a gold bracelet on her left wrist, the Spartan charm catching the sunlight reflecting a sharp light into her eyes. It must be time. 

Evangeline counted to thirty, then rose from her seat. Just as she planned, she ran into a solid chest. Her rapid heartbeat picked up as his hand wrapped around her biceps to stabilize her. 

“Woah! I’m sorry, I need to watch where I am going!” His voice never changed, just the language he spoke in. “Are you alright?”

She knew what he would look like in this lifetime, following his music career closely. But nothing was going to prepare her for seeing him in person. His curly hair was perfectly shaped, shaved on the sides to expose gold hoop earrings. He wore white, a small detail she couldn’t help but smile at.

“No, you’re okay. That was my fault.” She finally raised her eyes to meet his, and finally after twenty-five years the spark returned. 

“It’s never the lady’s fault.” There was a blush on his cheeks, more than normal. He looked shocked by her, as if he found a treasured item he had lost for years. 

“A gentleman.” Evangeline responded with a small laugh. She took notice of the fact that Josh had yet to remove his hands from her body, she felt whole.

“I guess so.” He looked at her again, this time with confusion. “This might sound crazy, but have we met?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t think I’d forget someone like you.” 

“Is that right?” To Evangeline’s dismay, Josh removed his hands from her. He reached out his hand to introduce himself. “I am Josh.”

“Evangeline.”

The two stood there shaking the other’s hand, longer than socially appropriate. They were unable to take their eyes off of one another, caught in the moment completely. 

“Beautiful.” He whispered under his breath. Once Evangeline’s smile grew even larger, he coughed nervously. “Your name, I mean. Your name is beautiful.”

“Sure, Josh.” A soft smile appeared on her face. 

Josh took a step back, looking her up and down before he dropped her hand. “I hope this isn’t too forward, but do you have plans tomorrow night?”

“Not at all.” 

“Would you like to go to dinner?” The dimple on his cheek appeared once he smirked. “There is just something telling me I need to see you again.”

“I’d love to.”

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Illicit Affairs

d.r.w x reader

chapter i

Summary: There’s no harm in having a one-night stand with a captivating musician at a jazz club the weekend before the fall semester, right? Usually that would be the case, but this time, it was very different. After finding out what he does for a living, your entire world is turned upside down, sending you head first into a relationship that even you might not be able to handle. Good luck.

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI!!! alcohol, swearing, flirting, SMUT: fingering, touching, sexually-implicit language, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), unprotected sex, hairpulling, semi-public sex, praise kink if you squint, hint of dom/sub dynamic

A/N: This story is in collaboration with my wonderful, talented friends @gretavanstink & @childinthegardenn!! Go give them a follow and give @gretavanstink’s fics some love! We’re so excited to share this journey with you all, we can’t wait for you to find out what’s next. Enjoy! Love ya!

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“Is this it here?” you ask, looking over at Rose in your passenger seat as you slow down in front of the apartment building. She looks down at her phone to check the GPS then nods her head.

“Looks like it… I think I see a spot there in the front,” she answers. You quickly pull into the parking spot and then put the car in park. “Here we are!” you say, smiling at Rose before turning the car off, opening your door, and stepping out onto the street.

The neighborhood seemed quiet and calm, for it being so close to downtown Detroit. You feel pleasantly surprised as you take a look around. You walk around to the trunk of your car, pressing down the button and lifting the hatch. Your apartment came mostly furnished, so you and Rose luckily didn’t have to bring much besides your clothes and general necessities.

You’ve known your best friend Rose since the two of you were 11 years old, when your elementary schools merged to become one big middle school. You were placed in the same homeroom and you became fast friends, having a lot in common. You’ve been inseparable ever since, leaving your small town in northern Michigan to move to Detroit for college together. 

Going into your third year at Wayne State University in midtown Detroit, you both found an apartment together off campus. The first day of class is in two days, giving you some time to get settled in at your new place before getting thrown into the busyness of the semester.

Grabbing your suitcases, you and Rose head up into your new apartment. You buzz the front door to the lobby, head inside, and gather your keys from the leasing office before taking the elevator up to the sixth floor. With an ecstatic smile on your face, you finally turn the key to open the front door and walk inside. 

It’s a modest place, not too big or too small. There’s a large window in the living area, giving you a view of the rest of the neighborhood, since you were on the sixth floor. There are two bedrooms, a shared bathroom, and an in-unit washer/dryer, which you’re eternally grateful for. This was the most room you’ve ever had to yourself since you spent your first two years of university living on campus in the dorms. 

The two of you take a short look around the apartment together before going back downstairs to grab the rest of your things, then branch off into your own bedrooms to begin unpacking. The room already had a full-sized bed, a desk, and a tall dresser. There was a lot of closet space as well, which is a rare find in the city. 

You start by first unpacking your trusty record player, which you bring everywhere you go. Gifted to you by your grandfather for your 16th birthday, you’ve had it in your bedroom and have been adding to your collection ever since. You set it up on the top of your dresser, connect the speakers, and then plug it into the outlet below. You then uncover your record crate and pull out your favorite album of the month: The Queen Is Dead by the Smiths. You carefully remove the record from its protective sleeve, place it on the turntable, bring the needle to the edge of the record, and put it down.

As the music begins to play softly through the speakers, you turn around to open up your suitcase and start unpacking your clothes. You spend about half an hour putting your clothes away in the drawers and hanging some items up in the closet. Then, you go to make your bed, breaking out the new sheets and comforter set you just bought. After making the bed, you attach a handful of small adhesive hooks along the top of the wall behind your bed and hang a strand of lights to add some warm lighting to your space. 

Finally, you pick up your box full of books and bring it to the living room. The apartment came with a large wooden bookcase along one of the side walls, across from the couch and next to the cabinet that the TV rests on. You struggle to carry the box, practically slamming it onto the coffee table when you finally reach the living room. 

Admittedly, you brought way too many books with you— that box felt like it weighed at least 50 pounds. But as a philosophy major, reading is pretty much all you do. Despite that, it’s just a hobby that you particularly enjoy. You start by taking out all of your philosophy books and placing them on the middle shelf– Plato’s The Republic, Epictetus’ Discourses, Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations, and many more. Then, on the top shelf, some of your favorite reads– your Shakespeare Complete Collection, The Iliad, The Odyssey, The Great Gatsby, Little Women, Jane Eyre. You left the bottom shelf for whatever Rose might want to add, but you know that it will likely end up full of trinkets rather than books.

As you finish straightening up the living room, Rose walks out and sits down on the couch. “Ugh, moving sucks,” she laments, throwing her head back with a groan. You sit down next to her, throwing your arm around her and putting your head down on her shoulder.

“I know, right? At least we’re all finished now, though,” you say. 

“I’m hungry,” she says, “Wanna go get some pizza?” Your lips quickly turn up into a smile.

“Is that even a question you have to ask?” you reply, standing up from the couch and offering her your hand to help her up. You both retreat to your separate rooms to get ready to go out before going to eat.

Detroit in the summer can sometimes be brutal in the daytime, but at night, it can get pretty cold. You decide on a black cropped v-neck top and throw on a flannel just in case you get cold, pairing it with a pair of ripped denim jeans and your Converse. You take the top half of your hair and pull it back, leaving some strands out in the front. You decide to put on a bit of base makeup, but nothing too detailed. 

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The two of you agree to go to your favorite pizza place downtown to eat dinner, so you grab your car keys and head out the door. It’s only about a ten-minute drive, so you get there rather quickly. The sun is setting now since it’s a bit past 8 p.m., and the view as you drive toward the Detroit River is like no other. You finally arrive at the restaurant and sit down to eat, feeling practically starving at this point. This really was your absolute favorite restaurant in the city. To you, there was nothing quite like Detroit-style pizza. It felt like home to you, and was exactly the comfort meal you needed right now. 

After a delicious and much-needed meal, you and Rose exit the pizza place, turning the corner and walking toward where you parked the car. It’s dark outside now, and as you walk to your car, you’re nearly blinded by the lights of what seems to be a neon sign. It read “Cliff Bell’s” and there was a standing sign on the ground that said “Runway Blues Combo, August 24th, 9-11:30 p.m.” You can hear the distant sound of a saxophone and other instruments from inside, filling you with a warm, fuzzy feeling. You check your watch, which reads 9:25 p.m. 

“Come on, we have to go in!” you exclaim, pulling Rose by the arm to enter the bar. You show the bouncer your IDs then head over to the bar, waiting in the large crowd to order a drink. You look over at the band on the stage at the back of the bar, somewhat recognizing the song they were playing– Basie, you think. The bartender finally turns to you and asks for your order, so you order a vodka cranberry, wait for Rose to get her drink, and then you both go toward the stage to see and hear the band better without the big crowd. 

As you get closer to the stage, your eyes immediately fall on the drummer. At first, it’s the audacity to wear sunglasses inside that draws your attention– rose-tinted lenses with a gold frame. Then, you admire his shoulder-length, dark curls, bouncing along to the rhythm of the song. Finally, you notice the way the muscles in his forearms contract as he plays, his veins tightening as he hits the snare drum during a particular drum fill. He was wearing a white button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to sit right above his elbow, showing just enough of his arms to leave you wanting more. He has most of the buttons undone, only leaving a few buttoned at the bottom, accentuating the dark hair on his chest.

For most of the set, his eyes are often closed– he seems to be concentrated on the music, like he’s feeling it flow through him and letting his soul take control. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t intrigue you, he’s ridiculously attractive and seems to be incredibly talented. At one point during the set, though, his eyes open and seem to be drawn right to you. You convince yourself that the eye contact was just a coincidence and that he was just finding a spot in the room to lock his eyes on, but when he suddenly gives a distinct wink in your direction, you know that it wasn’t just a coincidence. He saw you. 

You try your best to fight off the blush that is starting to populate your cheeks, not wanting to show how much it affected you. Luckily, the room is darkly lit and crowded, so you hope that it will go unnoticed. You can’t deny the butterflies in your stomach, and how good it felt to know that his eyes were on you. 

You excuse yourself, leaving Rose up front to save your spot as you go to get yourself another drink. Rose agreed to drive home, not feeling like drinking much tonight, so you decide to allow yourself to have some more to drink. After the bartender hands you your drink, you decide to stay there to finish it, hoping to get another soon after to add to your buzz and hopefully quell the nervous feelings you had inside over this mysterious drummer. 

You’ve only had about half of your next drink when you hear someone on stage say that the band is going to take a brief intermission. Soon after, you’re taking a sip of your drink and suddenly feel a tall presence to your right at the bar. You look over to see that it’s none other than the band’s drummer. When he catches your eye, he smiles at you for a moment before turning back to the bartender. 

“Hey, man. Can I get an old fashioned?” he asks, then looks back over to you. He looks down at your near-empty glass, then back up to meet your eyes as he says, “And another of whatever she’s having.”  He flashes you another smile as he sees the shade of pink start to cover your cheeks, sitting down on the stool next to you. The bartender hands you both your drinks and then walks off to help other customers.

“Saw you there in the front. Did you enjoy the set?” he asks as he removes his sunglasses, places them on the bar, then takes a sip of his drink. 

“Oh, it was great! It’s been a while since I’ve heard live jazz, you guys are phenomenal,” you answer, smiling shyly as you take a sip of your drink, looking up at him next to you. Now that you were up close and personal with him, you couldn’t help but notice how tall he was– at least two heads taller than you were, you thought. And a little older than you had placed him when you saw him on stage. From far away you had guessed maybe his early to mid-twenties, but up close you wagered closer to thirty.

“Glad to hear that. What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning his arm on the bar as he turns his body toward you. “Y/N,” you answer, blushing slightly at the nickname. 

“Y/N. Beautiful,” he says, his lips turning upward into a small smile. “Daniel.” He takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips, and places a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

“It’s not often that we see gorgeous girls like you in here, Y/N…” he says, leaning down a bit to talk directly into your ear. You assume that it’s due to the volume of the room, but then he takes you by surprise. “It’s even less often that I see a gorgeous girl undress me with her eyes while I’m on stage, like you just did back there.” You gulp quietly, completely taken aback by his direct words. He wasn’t wrong, you were attracted to him and certainly made no effort to hide it. 

“Oh, I-” you start, but end up trailing off before he interrupts. 

“Did you think you got away with it?” Daniel asks, smirking as his right hand reaches over to trail his fingers along your forearm, which is resting on the bar. His lips are practically touching your ear now, sending a shiver down your spine. “I noticed… Been thinkin’ about you ever since.”

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” you say, in almost a whisper, so much so that it was quite possible that he couldn’t hear it, but he did. You allow your hand to ghost softly along his wrist. Your fingers find the thin gold chain around his wrist as you look up to meet his gaze, his face is so close now that your noses are practically touching. 

“Yeah?” he says. You take a deep breath, looking up at him as you watch him lick his lips. “Tell me what you were thinkin’ about…” You could already feel your arousal start to pool between your legs, the anticipation making it feel like your heart could stop at any moment. You swallow hard as you try to answer him.

“I was thinking about how strong your arms looked,” you answer, trying to feign confidence despite how intimidating his aura felt. “Watching you play the drums and seeing your muscles flexing like that through your shirt… It was really hot.” He smirks, clearly pleased by your answer, and lowers his lips to your ear once again. You can feel his breath on your ear as he continues.

“Was it?” he asks teasingly. You feel his lips finally connect with your skin as he places a soft, lingering kiss on your neck, right below your ear. “Tell me what else.” Your breath hitches as his lips descend slowly down your neck. 

“I thought about what the rest of you might look like under that shirt,” you say, leaning your head back slightly as he sucks right on the sensitive part of your neck.

“All you had to do was ask, baby…” he says, kissing his way back up to your ear.

“What were you thinking about?” you ask, your confidence starting to shine through. He smiles as he whispers into your ear.

“Thought about how good your tits look in that tight shirt,” he says as he wraps his arms around your back, holding you close. “Thought about how I wanted you to only look at me and no one else…” He sucks at the skin below your ear, causing you to let out a quiet whimper only he can hear.

“I’m only looking at you, Daniel,” you say, turning to look at him. His lips turn upward into a wicked smile.

“You wanna go somewhere a bit quieter, baby?” he whispers, softly brushing his nose against yours, moving his lips even closer. Your breath feels like it’s been taken out of your chest, but you don’t have time to waste. You quickly nod and he takes your hand in his, guiding you toward the back hallway that leads backstage. 

Once you round the corner of the hallway and are out of sight from the rest of the bar, Daniel stops you, pushing your back against the wall as his lips race to meet yours. He captures your lips in his as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His kiss is hurried and rough, something that you weren’t used to but definitely welcomed. The feeling of his body against yours was already making you lightheaded, and the alcohol in your system certainly wasn’t helping matters.

Keeping his lips on yours, he pulls your back off the wall, walking over to the one-stall bathroom only a few feet away. He removes one of his hands from you to quickly open the door, taking you both past it and letting it close behind him. 

He backs you against the sink and your ass hits the hard porcelain, causing you to wince and drop your purse on the floor. He takes his lips off of you for a moment and says, “The lock on this door doesn’t work.” His lips travel along your jawline and then down your neck. He continues, “But I bet you don’t care about that, do you, sweetheart?”

“I-” you begin but are quickly cut off as he pulls your v-neck to the side, his teeth dragging against the skin over your collarbone. A gasp escapes you and you tangle your fingers in his curls, every touch of his lips to your skin sending electricity shooting through you.

“In fact, I’m sure you don’t,” he says against your skin, his breath warm and tinged with whiskey. His fingers slip under the strap of your bra, lifting the elastic up and letting it snap back against your skin. He flicks his gaze up to meet yours, finding you staring at him wide eyed, and he smirks as he tugs your bra down, lips dropping back down to suck an already deepening purple mark just below where your shirt lays.

You’re grateful for the sink behind you, holding up your body, as you feel how weak your knees are. You feel like a fawn who has found herself face to face with a hunter in the woods and every word he utters, every touch he places on you, adds to the growing arousal between your legs. You don’t find yourself speechless often, but now is one of those times.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Daniel asks, noticing how your knees wobbled just slightly, and lifts his head to look at you again, his hips pinning you firmly to the sink. You can feel him, long and hard, against your abdomen, the thought sending tingles through your body.

“Maybe you need a rest,” he smirks, stepping back from you and leaning against the wall next to the door. “On your knees.”

Your hands grip the sides of the sink as you stare at him with wide eyes, hesitating to let go for fear that your legs would give out from under you. Slowly, you lower yourself to the ground in front of him, letting your hands rest in your lap and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Daniel looks down at you intensely, his gaze feeling like fire, and brings his hand down to your face. He drags his thumb over your cheekbone, down the side of your face, along your jaw, and finally stops at your lips. Placing his thumb on your bottom lip, he gently pulls down, tilting his chin up slightly and looking down his nose at you.

“Open,” he growls, waiting a moment for you to do as he says. You swallow thickly, your mouth suddenly dry, and let your mouth fall open, much to Daniel’s pleasure. “Good girl.”

His thumb moves from your bottom lip to your tongue and you close your lips around it, your tongue swirling around it. He hums, pleased, and pulls his thumb from your mouth with a pop.

“Eager, are we?” Daniel teases, his hands working to undo his belt. He leaves it in his belt loops, the buckle hanging undone, and unbuttons his dress slacks. You watch as he drags his zipper down, now able to see his cock straining against the fabric of his black boxer briefs, and pushes his pants and underwear down enough to free himself. Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him as your gaze travels from the dark, well-groomed patch of hair above his base, down his length to his tip.

“Fuck,” you whisper, barely audible, as your gaze returns to meet Daniel’s. He strokes himself a few times, smirking down at you. With his free hand, he reaches down and runs his thumb across your lower lip once more.

“You seem to know what to do, sweetheart,” Daniel says as you open for him again, sticking your tongue out flat. He nods approvingly and lowers his cock, dragging his tip along your tongue before he pushes himself into your mouth. A low groan rumbles from his chest as you close your lips around him. “Just like fucking velvet.”

He gathers your hair into a ponytail and allows you to set your own pace as he watches his cock slide past your lips. You take him all the way in, widening the back of your throat so you don’t gag, and pause when your lips reach his base. Flicking your eyes up, you find Daniel staring down at you slack-jawed, his pupils blending into his irises seamlessly. You slowly start to draw your head back, the tip of your tongue following the path of the vein that runs the length of his shaft. Your tongue swirls around his tip, drawing a soft moan from his lips as he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the wall.

“Fucking hell,” he groans as you pick up your pace, his grasp on your hair tightening as his hips buck involuntarily. You gag slightly as his tip hits the back of your throat and you flash your gaze up to him, moaning around him to entice him to keep going. Daniel’s eyes flash open and he looks down at you for confirmation, which you give to him in the form of a nod. 

“You’re fucking dangerous,” he says, letting your hair fall from the makeshift ponytail he held and tangling his fingers in it instead. He starts to fuck your mouth, slowly at first to not overwhelm you. Rough, but considerate, you think as his tip knocks the back of your throat. Once he’s sure you’re adjusted he picks up his pace, his hand holding your head in place. He lets another low moan fill the room as you hum around him.

“Daniel?” you hear a man’s voice on the other side of the door ask. “Is that you? Are you good, dude?”

Daniel’s head rolls to glance at the door, still fucking your throat as he speaks up through the door. “I’m fine,” he says, attempting a voice that doesn’t sound like he’s getting his dick sucked in the bathroom.

“You sure? We’re back on stage at 10:30,” the stranger reminds him, attempting to push the door open. Daniel’s free arm darts across the door, blocking it from opening.

“I fucking know, Sam!” he yells, his fingers tightening in your hair as he drives his cock to the back of your throat harshly. You gag around him this time, tears springing to your eyes and threatening to fall down your cheeks. You hear the man scoff on the other side of the door, followed by the sound of his footsteps receding, and you look up at Daniel. He glances at his watch, seeing that it’s 10:20 pm, and then meets your gaze, winks, and says, “Let’s make this quick, sweetheart.”

He pulls your mouth off of him and offers you a hand to stand up, which you graciously take, allowing him to pull you to your feet. Your lips collide in a fervent kiss, tongues tangling and hands gripping at each others’ clothes. Daniel’s hands find the button on your jeans and swiftly pop it open, followed by your zipper. He spins you around quickly and tugs your jeans down over your ass, letting them rest around your thighs as he guides you forward to bend over the sink.

“My god, Y/N,” he murmurs, seeing the soaked state of your plum-colored panties. Daniel loops his fingers in the waistband and tugs them down, the sudden cool air mixed with unbridled anticipation making you shiver. His fingertips grip into your ass for a moment before he draws his hand back and delivers a solid smack to your outer thigh, drawing a whimper from your throat. He drops to his knees behind you and drags a finger through your center, watching as you shiver again. Placing his finger onto his tongue, he cleans your arousal off and hums.

“Sweeter than sin,” he muses, licking a stripe up your inner thigh and smirking to himself as your legs quivered in response. He grips your thighs, hard enough to leave bruises, and pushes them apart, dragging his tongue through your folds slowly. You gasp as he laps at your core, your fingers gripping the porcelain harshly, and you arch your back, pushing back against his face.

“Oh my god,” you moan, your head dropping as he moans into you, the vibration ripping right through you. Daniel pulls his face away and you whine desperately at the loss of contact, gasping a second later as he pushes two fingers into you and curls them. He sets a quick, consistent pace with his fingers, bringing you closer to the edge as you bite your lip to try to stifle your moans. 

“I’m…I’m close,” you manage, his fingers working relentlessly at your sensitive spot.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh. “Give it to me.”

He curls his fingers once more and your vision goes white, your moans filling the room as you cum on his fingers. Your legs shake as he works you through it, his motions slowing as your moans turn to ragged panting. He feels for his wallet in his pocket, but realizes he must have left it backstage, and he stands, placing a hand on your lower back.

“I don’t have a condom,” he confesses, watching you for a reaction. You lift your head and look at him through the mirror and shrug your shoulders.

“I’m clean and I have an IUD,” you say, lifting an eyebrow at him. “Are you clean?”

Daniel nods and smirks, stroking himself as his eyes traverse your body. You let your head fall again, arch your back, and say, “What are you waiting for then?”

“Careful what you wish for, darling,” he says, dragging his cock through your wetness and pushing into you until your bodies are flush. You gasp as you feel him brush your cervix and you feel yourself tighten around him. He groans and grips your waist, your pussy squeezing his cock as you adjust to his size. “Fuck, and I thought your mouth felt like heaven.”

He pulls back and snaps his hips forward, driving you into the sink as you push your ass back against him. Obscenities intertwined with the other’s name fall from both of your lips as he fucks you. 

Daniel reaches up with one hand and collects your hair into a ponytail again, wrapping your tresses around his hand and tugging your head back. Your eyes meet in the mirror, a smirk touching his lips as he says, “Want you to watch me fuck you, baby.”

You brace yourself on the sink and cry out quietly, the intense arch in your back allowing him to drive his cock deeper. His hand on your waist lifts and comes down on your ass with a loud crack and you whimper, your sounds spurring him on. You can feel your second orgasm coming on as you watch yourself in the mirror, mouth agape as lewd sounds tumble out of you. 

“Daniel…” you moan, looking up at him through the mirror. He looks like a god, his lips parted and his curls falling into his eyes as he snaps his hips forward again. “I’m…fuck,” you pant out, your muscles squeezing around him as you fall apart around him.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, his fingers kneading into your ass. “Cum on my cock, just like that.” 

Your muscles squeeze around him one final time as he pulls out almost all the way, groaning as he slams into you and spills his own release. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and his breath on your back as he leans over you, his orgasm wracking his body. He slides out of you after a moment and tucks himself back into his pants before he cleans you up the best he can with some toilet paper.

“Thanks,” you say, suddenly shy as if you hadn’t let a man you just met fuck you in a bathroom, and you tug your underwear and jeans back up. He smiles at your sudden bashfulness and nods, watching you pick your purse up from where it had fallen.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he says with a wink. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into him, pressing his lips to yours in a much more tender fashion than he had earlier. “Stay for another set?”

Your face flushes as you look up at him, studying his face for a moment, your eyes focusing on the shape of his nose. As your eyes move to study his lips, you realize he’s asking you a question and you’re missing it. You shake away the fog clouding your thoughts and focus.

“Oh, um,” you say as you pull your phone out of your purse and see about 20 texts and 2 missed calls from Rose, probably in a full-on panic now that you’ve been gone and ignoring her texts. “Shit, I’m in trouble. Gotta run, see you around maybe!”

You rush out the door, leaving him by himself, and stand up on your toes to see over the crowd. You spot Rose back by the door and push through the crowd as quickly as you can, putting your arm up and waving her down.

“Oh my god, where the fuck have you been?” she scolds you as you approach her. You grab her wrist and pull her closer so you can talk in her ear.

“We have to go,” you say, pulling her behind you towards the door.

“Wait wait, what?” She asks as she resists you, pulling you to stop. “What the fuck happened?”

“Oh my god,” you say, drawing out the last word, tugging her along. “I’ll tell you while we walk.”

She relents and follows after you, telling the bouncers to have a good night. She catches up to you and links your arms as you walk back towards where the car is parked. Once you were far enough away, you burst into a giddy giggling fit and lean against a light post to catch your breath. Rose moves to the edge of the sidewalk and folds her arms over her chest, watching you with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, spill. What did I miss,” she prods, nudging your foot with hers. Your head falls back against the light post gently and you turn your head to look at her.

“You know the drummer?” You ask, giggling again. Rose nods and tilts her head to the side, waiting for you to continue. “We just fucked in the bathroom.”

You cover your mouth dramatically after you say it and smile under your hands. Her mouth falls open and she grabs your wrist, pulling you off the post to start walking again.

“Oh my god, he was hot, Y/N,” she says, tugging you along. You catch up with her as you’re turning the corner to the car and nod.

“Mhm, I know,” you say, satisfaction dripping from your voice. You climb into the passenger seat and watch Rose walk around to the driver’s side. She climbs in and starts the car up, pulling onto the street and driving back towards your apartment. “Oh my god and he was good,” you add, tossing your head back against the headrest.

Rose shakes her head and laughs, “You’re fucking insane, you know?”

You nod dramatically and close your eyes as Rose rounds the corner to your street, pulling into the apartment lot and throwing the car into park. You climb out and start towards the building, slowing down so Rose can catch up. You walk into the building together and ride the elevator up to your floor.

“I thought the piano guy was hot,” she confesses, turning to look at you as you lean against the elevator wall. This sends you into another laughing fit.

“He almost walked in on us!” You shout, slapping Rose’s arm as you remember Danny blocking the door while you were on your knees.

“No way!” She clings to you and laughs with you. You both stumble out of the elevator and up to your door, waiting as Rose unlocks it and falling inside as the door opens. 

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On Monday morning you walk out of your first class of the semester, Philosophy of Sex and Gender, and glance down at your watch. With about a half hour until your Art History class, you decide to grab a quick snack at the cafe. You tug your sweatshirt off, the late morning sun starting to warm up the day, and plop yourself into a puffy leather chair near the window to people-watch as you snack on the trail mix you bought. 

As you fiddle with a loose string hanging from one of the rips in your jeans, your mind comes alive as you zone out, bringing you back to Saturday night. The whole day passes through your memory like a timelapse, slowing when you tug Rose into the bar with you. Daniel’s figure behind the drums pops into your head and you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks as you see the two of you at the bar, as if you’re watching the interaction from a different perspective. You feel your heart race as you think about the bruises on your thighs from his grip, almost able to imagine the feeling of his hands on you.

As you snap yourself out of it, not wanting to spend the rest of your day helplessly worked up, you glance at your watch. You flinch at the 10:55 am staring back at you, realizing you only had five minutes to book it across the quad. Grabbing your bag from where it rests against your chair, you race out the door to get to the building on the other side of campus. 

You make it inside, out of breath and about two minutes late, and slip into the lecture hall, spotting the professor standing with his back to you as he writes on the chalkboard. Scanning the room for a decent seat, you take note of the way his dark curls are pulled back into a low ponytail and the way he had rolled the sleeves of his black dress shirt. You feel a pang of uneasiness as you realize how familiar he looks from the back.

You spot a seat on the aisle in the third row, making the decision that it’s yours now, but as you start to step forward he turns around to look at something on his desk and you freeze in your place. Not sure you’re seeing things correctly, you duck into a seat towards the back. He turns back to the chalkboard, underlining a date before setting the chalk down and turning to face the class. Fuck, you think.

“Hey guys, I’m Dr. Wagner,” Daniel says, clapping his hands together to get everyone’s attention. “We’re gonna get started here.”

Hearing his voice confirms it and you pull your phone out of your pocket, opening your chat with Rose and furiously typing. You know she’s in an acting lab so she won’t answer right away, but you need to tell someone.

To: Rose🌹

DUDE

To: Rose🌹

MY FUCKING ART HISTORY PROF IS THE DRUMMER FROM THE BAR

You’re not sure whether you want to get up and leave or just try to avoid his eyes. Suddenly you realize that Daniel is the type of professor who paces when he talks as he starts to walk up the aisle you’re sitting on. Every few steps he stops to glance up at the bullet points he had written on the board, his eyes never landing on any one person as he spoke.

“So September 18th is when your first paper is due,” Daniel says, strolling up the aisle. As he lifts his eyes from the floor to glance back at the board, his gaze passes over you and he does a subtle double take, meeting your eyes. “Um,” he pauses, clearing his throat. “Oh, right. And your first exam is uh…is the week after.”

Your cheeks flush when you see it in his eyes that he recognizes you and you break the shared moment, dropping your eyes back to your phone screen to type out another text.

To: Rose🌹

He just fucking saw me. What do I DO???

You shove your phone back into your pocket as Daniel continues rattling off dates of exams and papers, answering questions as they pop up from the class. You keep your eyes trained on the floor, almost afraid to look up and find him staring at you again. 

“Okay, and last but not least, your final is on December 5th,” he says, wrapping up the hour-long lecture ten minutes early. “Anyways, welcome back guys. Go on, get outta here.”

Daniel waves his hand dismissively and picks up the eraser from the tray on the chalkboard, starting to clean the markings off of it. You practically leap out of your seat to make a beeline for the door, fearing you’d fall into a million pieces if you stayed a second longer.

“Oh, and uh,” he says as he turns to look at the class list to find your name, even though he already knows who you are, halting you just before you step into the hallway. “Y/N, can you hang back for a sec?”

Your mouth goes dry as you turn around, staring at him from the doorway. Daniel stares back at you, not turning away until you take a step back into the room.  As you slowly make your way toward the front of the room, he turns back to the board, lifting a spray bottle from the floor and spraying water on a rag. You reach the front row of the class and lean your hip against the side of the aisle seat, watching his muscles shift beneath the black fabric as he wipes the board down.

“Didn’t think ‘see you around maybe’ meant like this,” he says as he drapes the rag over the bottle on the floor and turns to the desk, refusing to meet your eyes. You trade leaning against the seat for sitting down in it, fearful that your legs might give out from under you, and stare up at him, your eyes wide and your lips parted as you search your brain for something to say.

“I’m not su-” you trail off as he flashes you a stern look.

“You’re not sure what I mean?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you and leaning on the corner of the desk before continuing, “I think you are, sweetheart.” You look over both shoulders, checking for any lingering students.

“It’s not like I knew, professor,” you challenge, your voice hushed despite being the only two people in the room, and cross your legs. Your hands rest in your lap and you turn your nervous energy to the loose string on your jeans again.

“Don’t do that,” Daniel says, his gaze boring straight through you.

A smirk finds its way to your lips and your hands fall still in your lap as you cock your head to the side, feigning innocence, “Don’t do what?”

He pushes himself off the desk and steps down off the small stage, stopping in front of you and bracing himself on the wooden armrests as he leans down over you. Your head spins as you look up at him, his cologne invading your senses and making it difficult to think.

“That innocent ‘professor’ bit,” He whispers as he leans in closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear and sending a chill down your spine. You shiver as his lips connect with your neck, his bangs brushing your shoulder lightly. Just as soon as the contact is made it’s gone as he lifts his head to look at you, studying the shade of pink that creeps up your neck. You swallow hard and your lips part as if to say something, but Daniel strokes a thumb along your jaw, scrambling your thoughts. He clicks his tongue and blows a laugh through his nose, “What, suddenly speechless?”

He pushes himself up and smooths his hands over his slacks before stepping back up onto the stage and taking a seat behind the desk. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and shake your head.

“No,” you say simply. “Is sir better?”

A smirk forms on his lips and he nods his head, satisfied with your answer. He pushes a pile of papers together and taps them on the desk to align them before sliding them into a pocket of his leather bag. 

You remain in your seat, watching as he organizes some things in his bag, and you feel your phone vibrate three times in your pocket, the buzz pattern you’d given Rose. Tugging it free, you glance at the screen and, sure enough, see a text from your best friend waiting for you.

From: Rose🌹

You’re fucking joking.

Daniel clears his throat and looks at you expectantly, silently demanding your attention back. You tuck your phone back into your pocket and return your eyes to him.

“You know you could have mentioned this,” you say, having had a moment to collect your thoughts. He scoffs and shoots you an incredulous look, folding his hands on his desk.

“Sorry, it didn’t really cross my mind to talk about my day job while I was fucking you,” he spits out, standing and collecting his things. 

“I need to go meet with a colleague briefly,” he explains, leaning against the side of the desk. “I think we should talk about this privately. Go wait outside of my office.”

You sit up straight and take a breath, parting your lips to protest, but he holds up a hand to stop you. Shrinking back into your seat, you watch him step down and stop when he stands next to you. With a finger under your chin, he pulls up gently, forcing you to look up at him.

“Be a good girl,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Room 321.”

Daniel lets go of your face, turns up the aisle, and walks into the building’s lobby, leaving you alone in the room as you’d left him at the bar. You sit silently for a few minutes, debating your next move, and finally decide to go, feeling certain he wouldn’t be letting this go. You gather your belongings and make your way toward the hall, unsure of what awaits you when he gets back.

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chapter ii

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London Series || JTK

18+mdni

Paring: Jakexreader(f)

Summary || Jake has a lover that lives in London. He visits her every time he’s in town, but recently the simmering situationship has taken a toxic turn.

A/N: Will they? Won’t they? Prepare for whiplash:) Give a listen to the song that inspired the story. All the love in the world to @tommie-gvf for editing this piece and putting up with all my weird questions. I ask for your patience as I’m a beginner and this is my first fic. I am very open to criticism so pretty please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think! That said, I have no words to express just how much all the love and attention y’all have already given London means to me xxx

MASTERLIST

London

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Don’t Let It In - Jake Kiszka AU

A/N: Demon!Jake alternate universe because… it’s all I could think of thanks to this song. I’ve kinda put my own spin on what an incubus can do. Some of this I really just went with as I wrote. I am so excited to give y’all this one. It was wayyy too much fun to write. I love you all so much <;3

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! This definitely may not be everyone’s cup of tea!! Demon!Jake, brief talk of being dead, soft!dom Jake, fingering, oral (fem receiving), choking, multiple orgasms/forced orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex.

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There it was again. That out of place, unexplainable, sound coming from the other room, forcing eerie chills to shoot through you.

It was only you in the apartment and had been for months now. So you thought…

Random noises had been putting you on edge for weeks now. You never found their sources, or anything that may debunk their origins.

You laid in bed, trying to just brush it off. In your mind, there was no point in dwelling on what was probably just a wall or floorboard creaking, or maybe even your neighbors.

Then it happened again, but twice as loud. It was absolutely not a natural noise in the slightest and it was far too loud for you to believe it came from one of the surrounding apartments.

All of the color in your face was surely draining as you tossed the blankets off of your body. You didn’t have much of a choice but to go scope it out, so that’s what you did.

You worked your way slowly down the hallway first, flicking on every light as you went.

Nothing.

The living room was next. You flicked all of those lights on and looked around…still nothing.

Your kitchen and little laundry room were the only place left to look.

Slipping around the corner, you switched on the light and were met with yet another vacant room.

You blew out a defeated, frightened and confused huff, glancing around dumbfounded. That unsettling feeling was still sitting heavy in your gut and not finding the culprit of the noises was just making it worse.

Trying to push the feeling away, you opened up the fridge and reached in for a bottle of water.

“Mind grabbing me one too, while you’re at it?”

The voice belonging to a man sent you crashing into the floor, condiments and such that were sitting in the door of the fridge, crashed down on top of you as you fell - startled and absolutely horrified.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of you, extending a beautiful hand down to you.

“Who… who the fuck are you?” you asked, barely getting the words out at all. “Get the fuck away from me,” you didn’t even let him answer before you were hissing the words at him.

“I’m Jake,” he smirked - a beautiful and intoxicating smirk. You couldn’t help but stare at his face, entranced beyond comprehension. He pushed his hand closer to you again, silently encouraging you to take it. “And I’ve been here for a while. Nice of you to finally notice.”

You glared at his hand, pushing yourself up from the floor on your own and slowly closing the refrigerator door.

“I would highly recommend getting the fuck out of my apartment,” the words were like pure venom. You didn’t even sound like yourself. “I already called the cops.”

You hadn’t really… yet, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You really want me out?” he asked you smugly, as though you’d be missing out on something spectacular if he left.

“Yes! Get. The fuck. out!” you said again, raising your voice a little louder.

“Okay.” His shoulders lifted in a nonchalant shrug, and then he was gone.

You froze in your spot, eyes flicking around frantically. Your brain couldn’t process what had just happened and you started to get hot, feeling as though you were losing every bit of your mind.

The rush of heat, quickly followed by intense chills made your body tremble.

Maybe it was just the wine I had earlier, you thought to yourself. Even still, that was hours ago. There was no way in hell that any of that madness was the product of a little white wine.

In light of trying to calm your nerves, you went back to your bedroom and stripped down from your clothes, figuring a cold shower might help you feel… something. Anything other than the fear surging through you.

You cut on the water, turning the knob as cold as it would go and stepped in. A groan of discomfort erupted from you, the cold temperature sending an unpleasant aching feeling through your body.

But it wasn’t enough. There was still a burning feeling inside you that wouldn’t go away. It felt like… raging need. Something so insatiable that it might drive you to insanity if it didn’t go away soon.

Your nipples grew painfully hard as you stood underneath the freezing water.

You turned around and turned around again. No matter how long you stayed under the streams of water, it did nothing.

A dull ache formed between your legs; so intense you were afraid you might crumble to the floor of the shower.

“Have you had enough yet?”

There he was. His voice filled the small bathroom with ease, low and raspy. You could see nothing but his shadow through the glass shower door.

You gasped loudly, clutching onto your chest with your hand. Fighting to catch your breath, you crouched down in the shower.

After a minute, you - unwisely - slid the glass door open.

There he was, fully clothed, leaning up against the sink with that smirk that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from, no matter how badly you wanted to. He stared at you for a moment before pushing away from the counter.

As he stepped closer, you moved back - until you were trapped in the corner of the shower, where you sank down to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest with your face buried into them.

“Oh, beautiful girl,” He cooed softly, voice smooth as a silken breeze. His finger, warm and gentle, tucked itself beneath your chin. “Don’t be scared.”

“Don’t. Touch me.” You pulled your face away, avoiding his mischievous and lust filled eyes.

“I don’t have to.” A soft laugh trots out of him, warming your body up again despite the freezing water still falling from above you. “See?”

His finger retreated from your chin - that debilitating, throbbing between your legs replacing it instantaneously.

Your body tensed and burned, a pitiful whine fluttering out of you as the throbbing slowly grew more and more intense.

“You sound so beautiful.” Jake purred, watching you intently. “It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it?” His hand traced up the muscle of you calf, pushing your leg down when his hand reached just above your knee. His hand continued upwards, tracing over your lips with a featherlight touch. “That feeling right here…”

You wanted to scream and cry and fight him. Shove him away with every ounce of your being. His touch was just so addicting... Against every sane part of your mind, you didn’t fight him.

“Please…” You whimpered, eyes closed tightly and arms still clung around your upper body.

“Please,” He mimicked you, a sickeningly playful edge to his voice. “Don’t you know better, darling? Don’t you know if you let me in, I’ll just keep coming back for more and more?”

“Take me, then.” You begged boldly, slowly mustering up the courage to look up at him. “Just take me.”

“Oh, no, darling.” Jake shook his head, that smirk coming back to play once again. “I could never take you from here. You’re far too beautiful…” His hand is suddenly grazing the softness of your cheek. “But i’ll have my fun with you…until i’ve had enough.”

Jake reached up, turning the knob to shut off the water. He hauled you up in his arms far too easily, carrying you out of the shower and back into your bedroom.

“So… so you’re not gonna hurt me…?”

A scoff shook out of him, as though he was slightly offended by your question. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already.”

“How comforting.” You uttered against better judgement.

Jake stopped in his tracks, staring down at you with blackened eyes. Your body exploded with a new sensation, like some sort of controlled, overly-powerful, never ending, orgasm of some sort.

Your head fell back over his arm, your mouth hanging open - feeling paralyzed by the pleasure he was sending through you without remorse. You could feel your lungs trying to force out some sort of noise, a plea, anything.

“I would highly suggest you use some fucking sense when you speak to me.” Jake laughed darkly. He stared down at you in amusement, watching you aimlessly struggle to gain control of your own body in his arms.

Finally, he stopped. You sucked in a strangled gasp, fighting to refill your lungs with air as your body fell limp in his arms.

“I… I’m sorry…” you panted, releasing your death grip on his shirt as he eased you down on the bed. “How… How do you do that?”

Jake tilted his head to the side, acting as though he didn’t know what you were asking about - even though he definitely did.

“How do I do what, darling?” he asked, climbing over top of your naked body.

“How can you make me feel things without touching me?” Your heart pounded against your ribcage, eyes fixed on his mouth where that beautiful smirk was residing once again.

He moved to sit between your parted legs, resting his weight back on the heels of his feet.

“When you’re dead, you can do whatever it is that you want,” Jake answered. “I just so happen to find joy in making pretty girls cum over and over, until they’re screaming and crying for just a sliver of my mercy.” He shrugged as if he was speaking the most casual words you’d ever hear in your life.

You stared at him, unable to form a single coherent thought in your mind. He was far too beautiful to be scared of and you were silently kicking yourself for wanting to drop your whole life, and let him take you wherever he so pleased.

His hands splayed over the bones of your shins, trailing them up slowly until they reached your thighs.

“I will say, you’re the first one that’s not put up much of a fight...” Jake’s observation seemed to intrigue him, judging by the curious expression and tilt of his head.

One of his hands traced farther up your thigh and glided over your hip and lower belly, eliciting a short burst of a tremble. His smirk widened then, watching your skin quiver and form goosebumps beneath his featherlight touch.

“Pretty girl,” he cooed, smiling at the way your eyes fluttered closed at his words. “Such a sensitive little thing. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

“Please,” you quietly begged, pressing your body into his touch.

“Hold it, angel…” Jake’s hand traced up your sternum, his body starting to lean over yours as he stretched his arm. “It’s far too early to be begging.”

His other hand cupped itself over your dripping core, cradling it as he continued to explore the rest of your body with his other hand. His lips, warm and plush, connected with your belly, kissing and biting gently at the soft skin.

Your body reacted so intensely to him. The wetness leaking out of you was surely pooling in his hand as he held it over you. Anywhere his hands or mouth touched, burned and tingled in their wake. He was making your heart flutter and pound erratically, light whimpers fluttering out of you on nearly every exhale of breath.

“You’re so worked up already, aren’t you, angel?” he taunted, pulling his hand away from your core. “Look at that,”

You lifted your head, eyes landing on his pretty hand where - just as you had guessed - your own juices had just barely pooled.

“You’re a needy thing, huh?” Jake raised an eyebrow down at you, staring down at you in the most degrading way imaginable.

“Jake-“

“-Shhh…” he hushed you immediately, bringing his hand up to your mouth. “Taste yourself, darling. I bet you’ve never done that, have you?”

“Not… not in a while,” you admitted, cautiously taking his wrist in your hand to pull his hand a little closer.

You gently glided your tongue over his fingers and palm, tasting the sweetness of yourself off of them.

“Atta girl.” He watched you intently, smiling at the way you hummed against his skin.

“Don’t be greedy,” he spoke, pulling his hand away.

Jake slid his own fingers into his mouth slowly, holding your gaze as he did so. A whine bursts out of you, watching him taste you sending a new rush of wetness to your heat.

“Kiss me,” you begged with an urgency, reaching up to pull his as close as you could get him.

“Ah-” Jake stopped your movements. “-Don’t you know better?” he asked, taking your jaw and tilting your head to the side, attaching his lips to your neck in a few spots. “If I kiss you, that will be your soul. I won’t be able to let go… neither will you. You’ll be damned to hell with me if you let me in like that.”

“I don’t care,” you insisted. “Just take me. Take me, please?”

“Did I not tell you already?” Jake growled firmly, turning your head back to look you in the eyes. “You’re. Too pretty. To take. And I won’t tell you that again.”

His grip moved from your jaw to your throat, his other shooting between your legs to your core.

“You won’t want to come with me after I’m done with you, anyway,” Jake assured you, a cockiness suddenly playing around in his tone. His index and middle fingers connected with your clit, he didn’t move them, but kept a firm pressure against the sensitive bud. “Once i’ve drained you of everything you could possibly give me and then some.”

You squirmed against his fingers, your clit throbbing incessantly against the pressure he was keeping pressed into it.

That pressure in the pit of your stomach that he was making you rapidly too familiar with, started to spring to life. The harder you writhed, the firmer his hand around your throat became.

“Don’t be afraid of it, sweet girl.” Jake slowly started to circle his fingers, even though he knew could make you cum without doing so. “Just let me make you cum. Can you do that? Let me make this pretty pussy cum for me over and over?”

“Jake, Jake, oh god Jake,” his name was like a chant leaving your lips.

“Yeah, there you go…” Jake’s hand retreated from your neck, sliding his arm underneath your back to cradle you to him. “Say my name again, pretty girl. Sounds so good coming from you.”

“Jake, please, it feels so- it’s-“

“Yeah? Feels so good?” Jake taunted, dipping his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. “Aww, I know it does, angel.”

“Oh god, oh my god, i-“ your voice broke as loud whine ripped it’s a way out of you.

Your body unfolded right then at Jake’s will, the power of the orgasm unlike anything that a human could ever make you feel.

Your hand flew down to Jake’s wrist, clinging to it for dear life.

“Fuck Jake, I can’t - stop,” you whimpered breathlessly, fighting with the overstimulation cursing through your whole body. “Jake!”

“Uh uh, baby.” Jake slid his arm out from under your back, taking both of your wrists in his now free hand and pinning them above your head. “Don’t fight me, give me another one.”

You felt one of his fingers sink into your entrance, mind altering confusion taking over your brain as you still felt the debilitating pressure of his fingers over your clit.

Jake noticed your look of utter shock, a pleased grin pulling at his lips.

“Neat little trick, isn’t it, angel?” he asked smugly, pushing in a second finger to join in with the first.

Your mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back into your head like you were being possessed. In a way, you figured you mind of were being possessed.

Jake’s face mimicked yours in the most heart stopping, mocking way imaginable. The smile that formed just after watching your cheeks blaze red, yielded the same mocking aura.

“Such a gorgeous face,” Jake purred, eyes scanning over your features attentively. “Could look at it forever.”

“Don’t say that to me,” you pleaded, severely disliking the way he was making you feel - only to leave you with his likely painful absence soon enough.

“I’m just telling you what I see,” Jake stated.

“Don’t talk to me- like that-“ you choked out, back arching away from the bed with a particular curl of his fingers.

“Fuck, Jake!”

“Remember what I said earlier?” Jake asked cooly, staring down at you with black eyes like he had done before. “When I said to watch how you speak to me? Yeah, that wasn’t a suggestion.”

A wail of pleasure erupted from you. That suffocating feeling of intense pleasure that he had placed over you in the shower, and as he carried you to the bed, took over your body again. You felt your sanity crumbling, just out of your reach to try and save it from crashing to the ground.

You clenched and fluttered around his ungodly, skilled fingers. The haunting touch that remained over your clit, throwing you headfirst into another orgasm.

“Ugh- Jake…” your voice croaked out, barely above an audible level.

Jake ignored you, curling his fingers into that sweet spot inside you and holding them there.

A squeal bounced off the walls of your room, your body jolting so hard you managed to slip one of your arms from his grip above your head.

“Alright, alright,” Jake relented with a dark chuckle. “I’ll give you a break, little angel.”

Jake’s idea of a break and your idea of a break, were obviously extremely different.

He removed his fingers from you, leaving your fluttering pussy and overstimulated clit to rest for a bit. Bringing his drenched fingers to his mouth, he sucked them clean once again with a low, satisfied hum. It made you wonder how his mouth would feel.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get that too,” Jake smirked, reading your mind loud and clear. “I would be a fool to leave here without tasting you first.”

The mention of his impending departure sent a pang of tightness through your chest. You would never have enough of him. You never wanted to reach the point of having had ‘enough.’

You laid against the blankets of your bed, already spent and drained to an unthinkable degree. Yet, it was clear he wasn’t quite done with your poor body.

Jake had fallen eerily quiet, transfixed on your chest. He was contemplating something, but what, you weren’t sure.

His eyes flicked up to yours with a mischievous and unnerving glint in them. He moved to lay over top of you, a firm hand on your sides, his face coming perfectly level with your breasts.

“Let’s have some more fun now, yeah?” Jake flashed you the quickest wink. It was posed as a question, but you new you didn’t exactly have a choice.

His mouth, warm and soft, wrapped around your left nipple. His tongue teased over it, delivering deliberate and firm flicks of his tongue.

Your body succumbed to a new type of pleasure, starting in a whole new place and pushing outward throughout the rest of you.

Jake pulled away, eyes darting up to yours that watched him.

“Ooh, she likes that.”

“Mhm,” you hummed softly, nodding down at him. “Please, more Jake.”

“More?” Jake echoed the word back, kissing around your nipple, teasingly avoiding it. Then, he finally let you in on what he must have been thinking not long before.

“Think you can come for me just from this?” Jake sucked your right nipple into his mouth this time, only for a second before letting it go with a soft pop. “From me playing with these?”

“I don’t… I… no?” You stumbled to find an answer. You didn’t really know if it was possible.

“That was a trick question, darling.” Jake giggled, squeezing your sides roughly. “I can make you cum however I want.”

“I can’t- I don’t know if I can again,” you sighed. Your mind naively still believing that there had to be limits to what he could make your body do.

You just knew there had to be… But there weren’t.

“It’s endearing, really-” Jake huffed a laugh, sliding his hands straight up to cup each side of your breasts. “-how fucked out you are already. Nothing I say is getting absorbed in that pretty head of yours at all.”

His mouth reconnected with one of your nipples, paying it his undivided attention like it was all he knew.

Little noises bubbled out of you as he worked his magic over you - quite literally in some sense.

In light of not wanting the other to be left out and wanting to see how your body reactions, Jake took your other nipple between his thumb an index finger, pinching and tugging and rolling it. Completely out of your control, your chest pressed into him and a squeak of a noise slipped from you.

The tightening between your legs felt so out of place - considering there was no attention being given to that area of your body.

“Jake…?” you squeaked out, somehow sounding like a question.

A soft, “hmm?” was all he offered you.

You were too focused on the strange sensation building inside you, to even recall what you even spoke his name for - other than it was slowly becoming the only thing your brain could remember.

It felt so similar to that of a normal orgasm, but so different all at once.

Jake switched his mouth to the other nipple, his hand quickly replacing his mouth on the one he’d just abandoned.

“You feel that?” he asked quickly, before bringing your nipple back into his mouth. “You gonna cum all pretty for me?”

“Shit, yes-” You sunk one hand into his hair, the other fisting the silk of his shirt. “-I felt it, I feel it. I’m gonna-”

The new kind of orgasm took over you body in the blink of an eye, washing over you with a different kind of intensity all together.

“Jake, please! Jake,” you cried, feeling as though you had little to no control over your body anymore.

Jake released your nipples from his mouth and fingers, but began a trail of hot kisses down your abdomen and lower belly. He was steadily working his way back down, to the part of your body that you wanted him to stay far away from and focus solely on all at once.

“No, no, no, nononono,” you babbled, nearly incomprehensible. Your hand still in his hair tugged roughly, trying to jerk him away from your body. “Please, no more, Jake. No more.”

“‘No more, Jake, no more’,” he shot back in a whiny tone, closely resembling yours. “You’re such a whiny fuckin’ thing. Have I told you that yet, angel?”

“No…” you answered weakly, swallowing down a sob as he placed a kiss over your slick folds.

“Just a couple more, sweet little angel,” he said it like a promise. “Just-“ he placed another kiss over your clit. “-a couple-“ pausing once more, he flicked his tongue over it. “-more.”

Jake’s arms wrapped themselves around your thighs, holding you against his face as he began to teasingly work over your heat with his skilled tongue. No matter how much you tried to buck and jerk your hips away, it proved useless. His grip was far stronger than anything you could ever go up against, even on one of your strongest days.

His mouth brought you closer and closer by the second, coaxing that raging fire in the deepest part of you that should have long fizzled out already. Not on his watch though. That delicious, burning ache inside you was drawing out the prettiest sounds his ears had ever been graced by.

Your sounds grew louder and louder, another erupting from your lungs before the first sound could even stop echoing around the room - creating some sort of obscene harmony of moans.

“God, you sound so beautiful when you’re close,” Jake groaned against you, dull nails digging crescent moons into your hips. “Why would I ever want to stop making you cum?”

A glass shattering scream erupted from deep within you, your body arching and thrashing around unceremoniously. Your eyes were screwed so tightly shut, it was dangerously close to giving you a headache.

Sob after sob of merciless pleasure shook out of your lungs, all while Jake’s low laugh vibrated against you.

Even after Jake’s mouth had left your core to momentarily rest, soft sobs continued to shudder out of you. Thanks to your eyes still being closed, hot tears pouring from the edges like there was a broken seal, you didn’t notice his eyes soften for the split second that they had.

“Poor thing,” Jake spoke softly. He let go of your legs and you felt his weight shift, the back of his hand suddenly stroking the tears from your cheeks.

You tried your best to ignore the fake sympathy it was drenched in, despite the softness of which the two little words were spoken.

“Open those eyes, pretty girl,” Jake commanded gently. “C’mon.”

You opened your eyes for him, trying to blink away the remaining tears. Once your vision cleared, your eyes widened and unashamedly drank in Jake’s now naked body.

“There they are,” Jake smirked down at you, taking immediate notice of your gawking. “You still with me? Kinda…?”

“I’m breathing,” you mumbled dryly, drawing a genuine giggle from him.

Fighting to find the words, you continued. “Still want you to fuck me. Please…”

“I’ve drained you of nearly everything you have and you still want me to fuck you?” Jake grinned, dipping his head down to kiss along your collarbone.

“You’re going to anyway,” you said matter-of-factly.

Jake huffed a laugh into your neck at your astute observation. “Well… yeah. But you want me to.”

“…M’not ready for you to go yet…” you admitted quietly, hesitation clear in your voice.

“Not gonna leave you yet, angel,” he assured you, carefully lining himself up at your entrance.

Jake pushed himself in slowly, cursing along with you as he stretched you out. He made pain feel so delightful, pain was starting to not even register as pain anymore.

“God damnit, you feel so fucking good,” Jake rasped out, planting his hands on either side of your head. “Been waiting to do this for so long.”

“How- fuck, Jake-“ you struggled to get the words out through your moans. “-How long have you- been here?”

“A long time, angel,” Jake answered simply. “Long time.”

It was unsettling to say the least, but you were too lost in the otherworldly pleasure of Jake’s cock sharply thrusting into you to care, or spend too much time dwelling on it.

Each of his thrust sent shock waves through your body; from your core, out to your toes, to the tips of each of your fingers.

The moans coming from you both mixed together, tangling in the air in their own little lust-drunken dance.

Your hands clawed at the backs of Jake’s shoulders, fighting the urge to force him down on top of you and crash your lips into his. That’s all you could think about… just one kiss.

One kiss was all you needed. All you wanted.

Jake dropped down to one of his forearms, his other hand snaking between your two flaming bodies to connect with your clit.

“Ah, Jake- just- just cum without me, please,” your voice strained as you begged him. “Please, Jake, please!”

“Shut up and cum with me,” Jake commanded, bending your body to his every will and command yet again.

You unwisely fought with your own body, holding off your orgasm until Jake was starting to fall just over his own edge.

Jumping at his moment of weakness, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and used every bit of energy you had left to pull yourself up and connect your lips with his.

“Fuck!” Jake all but yelled against your lips, but couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Your own mind-numbing orgasm swallowed you up not even seconds later. You sent moan and cry, after moan and cry into Jake’s mouth.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” Jake sighed exasperatedly, trying to stable himself from his high - all while trying to process what you’ve done.

“I needed it,” you breathed out.

“You needed to kiss me more than you needed to live?” Jake chided lightly, glaring down at you. “I told you, you’re too pretty for me to take…”

“What? Am I dead now?” You questioned, far less panicked than you had expected to be.

“Not… not exactly,” Jake sighed. “We’re tied…” his hand slid up your throat to your jaw, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Which means eventually, I’ll become so obsessed with you, that I have no choice but to drag you to hell with me.”

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