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jakekiszkaenthusiast · 6 months

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vampyr- j.t.k

warnings: vampire!jake, slight dub-con??, use of powers, blood drinking, smut, f.receiving oral, general vampire stuff.

authors note: heyyy long time no see, here’s vampy jake as a slightly late halloween gift!

you’d had your eye on him all night.

he sat at the bar, drinking alone, occasionally watching over his shoulder at the noisy bar and its patrons. his long hair rested on his shoulders, wavy and unkempt yet still somehow it looked soft to the touch- his outfit of tight black jeans and a dark blue shirt matched his hair in their wild, thrown-together kind of way. you could see the tapping of his boot against the floor, in time with the indistinguishable rock music blaring through the speakers.

the few glimpses of his face you had caught were enough to intrigue you past the point of concentrating on anything else, until you heard your friends snapping at you to pay attention. you pretended to be engaged, sipped away at your drink altogether far too quickly, while intermittently looking back at the stranger you had claimed as yours to no one but yourself. you feared every time you turned away, he would slip out of the noise and you’d lose your chance to see his face fully, a thought that sent a weird sort of anxiety coursing through your body.

you can’t describe it- this strange, pulsing worry in your chest. like you might die if you don’t get to see him, hear his voice, drink in as much of him as you possibly can. every second that passes is like torture, the almost tangible string flowing from you all the way over to that lone seat at the bar tugging at you, as if he was slowly dragging you over with his very presence.

at last, you drained your drink. you stood up, unceremoniously bringing the conversation to a crashing halt. in lieu of speaking, you rattle the ice in your empty glass and point towards the bar, ignoring the rolling eyes and tired sighs from your friends. panic wasn’t even the word for it. you hurried- no, you bolted across the room as if your life depended on it, pushing past the sudden hoards of bodies separating you from your goal.

when you finally reach the bar, a voice in your head cheers at the absent seat next to your stranger, and you tuck yourself onto it quickly as though the chair might run away if you don’t cement yourself to it. you turn to catch his face and find dark brown eyes already staring, a fire lighting inside your chest- an unfamiliar energy was trapped there, dancing and thrumming with a passion you didn’t understand. a strong nose, angled cheekbones, plump lips and a tiny circular chip of a scar on his forehead are what capture your attention first and foremost. then, you notice the purple shadows under his eyes, the flutter of his long eyelashes, the way the corners of his mouth tip upwards without needing to smile. his skin was pale and wan, not a hint of warmth to be seen.

you worry that you’ve been staring for too long, bringing yourself back to the present and forcing your face into what you hoped was an alluring smile. you couldn’t be too sure- your body had seemed to sever its contact with your brain, your fingers already itching to reach out and smooth the pad of your finger over the cupids bow of his lips.

“hi.” you mutter as casually as you can, but it comes out meek and slightly pathetic. his eyes trail over your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own, and you feel that fire in your chest burst, licking at the insides of your throat.

he inclines his head, raising his glass to his lips.

“hello.”

he speaks so quietly you almost feel the need to lean in, but that velvety hum of a voice still shudders through you as if he had yelled into your ear. you straighten your spine and turn your head just so to capture the bartender’s attention, suddenly feeling the need for some liquid courage.

despite giving the impression that your attention was elsewhere, you felt hyper-tuned to every minute movement he made. you noticed when he shifted in his seat to be just slightly closer to you, you noticed the feeling of his eyes burning into your cheek, you noticed how he seemed paused in wait, his lips pressed against the rim of his glass but never taking a sip.

when you ordered and tried to pay, the stranger held up his hand and politely interrupted.

“put it on my tab, please.” he spoke to the bartender, who found deep amusement in the way your jaw had fallen slack and your eyes widened.

the stranger avoided your eyes as he finally took a sip from his glass, dancing away from the dumbfounded confusion plastered across your face. you couldn’t seem to set yourself straight, until a chill went through you and you begged yourself to get a fucking grip.

“what’s your name?” you find yourself blurting out, unsure of how to navigate a conversation with such a quiet yet bold person.

“jake. yours?”

you speak, and his husky voice repeats your name, savouring it on his tongue like he was trying the most delicious bite of food he’d ever taken. he nods, pursing his lips in delicate thought.

“so, i’m guessing your empty drink isn’t the only reason you came over here.” jake says cryptically, tapping a finger on the glass you had brought with you from your table.

“what do you mean?” you feel stupid for asking, because jake’s face is curled into a faint mischievous smile, and you’re desperate to know what the joke is. you’re desperate to know every thought that seems to be running through his head, in all honesty.

his smile widens into what you can only call a dark kind of glee, before extending his finger up towards an angled mirror built into the wall above the bar.

“look in that mirror and tell me what you see.” he says, leaning just close enough for his shoulder to bump yours.

you can see yourself looking small and out of your depth, you can see pretty much all of the bar behind you. what you can’t see, is jake. in fact, there’s no trace of him in that reflection at all- your eyes widen and then squint, as if forcing yourself to concentrate harder will somehow make him appear, but no. he just…isn’t there.

“stop searching for something you aren’t going to find, darling. look at the rest of the room.” he purrs, voice dripping with a quiet power you find yourself compelled to obey. his words cast a haze over you, smoke and whispers you can’t comprehend filling your head, the sharp tang of a perfume you know you don’t recognise wafting against your nose.

and then the smoke is gone. a fog quickly shifted on wind, you don’t recall what had been so strange about his lack of a reflection anyway. you comb through the scene in the glass until your eyes land on the very table you had been sat at all evening- your friends are still chatting away, giggling and sipping at their drinks, while the empty spot you had once occupied sat next to them.

“well, what do you see?” jake pushes, watching your face in the mirror.

“i see my friends, and the table i was sat at.” each word crawls out of you, your tongue fighting to keep each one inside because there’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes you feel like you’re walking into a trap.

“and?”

“i see my empty seat.” you trail off, settling your hands in your lap.

“you see,” jake starts, before quickly accepting the drink you hadn’t realised was waiting for you, “all night, i’ve had a perfect view of you and your wandering eyes. what on earth could be so interesting about me?”

you hesitate, unable to find words close to what you want to convey, because every thought you currently have involved a lot less clothing and his mouth on your body. he lifts your drink up to your face, holding the straw between forefinger and thumb, letting it rest against your bottom lip.

“take a sip and answer me.” he commands.

instinctively, you wrap your lips around the straw and take a sip, much longer than was necessary, but you were still attempting to assemble some sort of response.

“you’re pretty-beautiful, actually, and i just- i was worried you’d leave before i could talk to you.” you manage to stumble out, not without privately wishing you could smack your head against a brick wall for calling a stranger beautiful.

“well, you’re here now. what do you want to talk to me about?” he sets your drink down on the bar without looking. the feeling of his eyes on you was akin to a twenty pound weight resting on your shoulders, like you were shackled to him until he looked away.

as jake lays out his offering to you, imploring you to speak to him in a way that feels very much like you don’t have a choice in this matter, you realise very suddenly that you hadn’t a clue what you wanted to say to him. all the things you wanted seemed very far in the distance, a lingering fantasy you hadn’t stopped to be realistic about.

“i didn’t think i’d get this far.” you hear yourself squeak out, embarrassed to hear the quiet, condescending chuckle that rumbles in jake’s chest.

you scramble through your brain, trying to find a question appropriate for such an alluring and interesting man.

“do you have a girlfriend?”

yes, because that’s the right kind of question to ask. you wish you could find the ability to shut up, but every social skill you’d ever learned seems to have evacuated the moment jake held the straw to your lips.

instead of answering, a deep laugh rolls out of him. you find yourself smiling with him without noticing, his dazzling smile had bewitched you until all you could think about was the soft pink hue of his lips and how lovely his voice sounded as he laughed.

“what’s so funny about that?” you ask.

“my last relationship, it didn’t quite work out.” his mouth twitches, a shadow of a smirk alluding to a story you clearly weren’t privy to.

“how so?” you breathe, finding the confidence to drag the tip of your finger along the long scar etched into his skin. it felt like touching a live wire, the way your body curved into him, like that connection was all he needed to pull you in without so much as a look. you just barely contain whatever this power is to keep in your seat, flicking your eyes up to find him watching you with an overwhelming interest- as if you were a test subject and he was waiting to see results.

“she wasn’t- she and i had…different needs.”

you want to press him further, unravel all of the secrets he was tantalising and waving in front of your face until you knew him inside and out, but the look he sends your way tells you to remain quiet. he didn’t seem the type to freely give himself away, and you felt a tiny pang of pride that he had even answered your question in the first place, no matter how vague he was about it.

you’re left to stew in silence as jake sips at his drink, occasionally twisting his hand to allow your absentminded fingers to trace over the second scar running along the underside of his forearm. he doesn’t seem to mind the way you tickle and gently scratch at his skin, his dark eyes glossing over as his mind travels to places you’re not too sure you’d like to follow.

jake sets his glass down with a quiet thud full of finality. all that was left were the amber dregs of whiskey and quickly melting ice, causing the glass to sweat against the long fingers still wrapped around it. he doesn’t look up as he asks quietly,

“do you trust me?”

you let out a startled hum, instinctively leaning in closer in a silent request for him to repeat himself. he takes hold of the hand resting on his arm, cupping it with both hands and softly tugging on the limb until his lips sweep against your palm.

“i said, do you,” he lays a kiss against the heel of your palm, gliding his smooth lips over to your wrist, just against your pulse point. you almost feel self conscious when you see his mouth curl into a smirk, feeling how strong the beating of your heart was through your whole body, feeling the impact he has on you without doing anything.

“do you trust me?” he repeats.

“yes.” you breathe, without almost any thought about it.

it had been a known truth that from the moment you had slinked across the bar to sit too close to the beautiful man nursing his drink alone, you were meant to be there. you trusted whatever it was that compelled you to him, even if there was a nauseating feeling eating away at you that maybe, just maybe, those brown eyes had more in store for you than anticipated.

yes, his gaze was almost too intense and he made you feel squirmy as if there was a fire lit beneath your skin, but he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. in fact, you’d never been at more ease with a man you had just met than with jake. there was a peace running alongside that nagging feeling, a cool stream hushing your worries and telling you to follow him wherever he may lead you.

“do you want another drink?” another kiss against your palm.

“yes.”

“do you want to go smoke?” his lip brushes against the tip of your index finger.

“yes.”

“are you saying yes to anything in hopes that i’ll take you home and fuck you senseless?” he slowly runs his tongue over the pad of your thumb, taking it past his lips and softly biting down on it.

“yes.”

you gasp a strained breath, feel it shudder through your chest and become stuck in your throat. he swirls his tongue around your thumb before pulling away with a quiet pop.

“humans. always so easy to read, aren’t you?” his voice is soft, a little tut punctuating his sentence.

“mhm.” you gulp, shifting in your seat until you were leaning so precariously off the edge of it you’d either collapse to the floor or into jake’s lap. the fact that he had just called you human, like he wasn’t one, didn’t surprise you. perhaps you had always known deep down that the man sitting beside you was something…different.

his hand strokes up your arm in order to snake along your collarbones, holding your throat for such a brief moment you almost think it didn’t happen, until he finds the side of your head and gently tugs you closer to him. you’re almost thrown off your balance until your hand connects with his strong thigh, and you crumble into his side.

“when i fuck you, will you let me do anything i want?” he asks quietly, his lips pressing against your ear.

rapidly you nod, letting your fingers dig into his denim-clad leg. he tuts and takes a hold of your chin, angling your face up towards him. the way he’s looking at you, devouring every minute change in your face, the desperation in your eyes, it turns your core molten. your thighs press together, but you know it isn’t enough.

“need you to use your words, angel.” his dark eyelashes flutter as he speaks, there’s a moment of deliberate softness in his face wherein he waits patiently for you to answer him better.

“you can do anything you want, jake. please, do whatever you want.” your voice trails off to a whisper and you hope he doesn’t catch the slight whine in your words, but he of course does.

“and what exactly is it that i want?”

although you know for a fact that jake could talk you into doing anything, you falter for a moment as you look at the busy room and all the people who could overhear the dark things you wanted to spill. he follows your eyes and shifts, as if he had forgotten exactly where he was.

“let’s go somewhere quiet, somewhere you can tell me all about your filthy mind and not get all shy. look at you, you’re going pink.” he runs his knuckle over your hot cheek, smirking down at how flustered you are.

his finger dips past your jaw, trailing to where your pulse is strongest. he presses his finger there for a moment, feeling the way your heart pounds away beneath your skin, and he lets out the most delicious, barely-there groan you could have possibly imagined. like the very thought of the blood running through your veins makes him just as desperate as you feel.

“so warm.” he whispers, a shudder rolling along his body.

somehow he manages to walk you both out of the bar without letting go of your hand, keeping you close to his chest as you stumble along with him in a blind haze. the cold air hits you like a wall, forcing you to tuck yourself closer under jake’s arm. the scent of him is everywhere, deep and rich with a hint of something otherworldly that you’ll never be able to name.

you feel that hazy, slowly familiar tang burning your nose again, and find yourself in front of a dark green door already ajar, letting jake hold most of your weight. he gently forces you to stand to your full height and lets go of your body.

you don’t bother to ask how you got there- you don’t think you’ll get an answer.

you feel lost and empty without his strong arms around you, and when he steps into what is unmistakably his home, you follow like a lamb to slaughter. you just need him back, need him to be close again, the strange, thrumming worry like you might die if you don’t have him near tightening your chest again.

jake steps out of his shoes, and there’s an overwhelming compulsion for you to drop your bag and jacket to the floor. the feeling was not entirely your own, and you knew it came from him. you don’t know how, but it was him.

just as you followed him through the door, you followed him deeper into the house, not stopping to take in any details of the rooms you pass in your desperate fog. you only stop when he does, inside a bedroom you knew he didn’t use. it was beautifully ornate, decorated with splashes of green and black. what a shame you were too focused on the back of jake’s head to notice.

suddenly he turns, watching you with a dark glint in his eyes. in the room, with just candles for light, the planes and shadows of his face intensified. he looked carved, like he had been brought to life from alabaster. perfection.

you think you might have said that word out loud with the way his eyes widen for a moment, before his face settles back into what you can only describe as predatory grace. he takes a step towards you, reaching out for your hand, which you readily give, magnetised to his touch.

“come here.” he whispers, and you obey, happily stepping into his scent and breathing in deeply.

he smiles down at you, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. you stroke your hands up his arms until they rest at the tops of his shoulders.

“beautiful woman. you might be the most…perfect human i’ve seen.” his long fingers trace along the column of your throat, his thumb pressing that delicate spot beating with life, and his eyes glower with the hunger of a beast your very bones know to run from.

but you don’t run. instead, you lean your head back, exposing more of your smooth, hot skin to him. he sucks a breath through his teeth, the sound running all the way across your peaked nipples and down to nestle between your thighs.

jake leans in so close you feel his breath hitting your skin, and you think he might kiss you. his lips are so near, so tantalisingly close that you let out a quiet whine, but they drag over your jaw and down to replace his thumb. they stay there for a pregnant pause, the most gentle of kisses searing into your blood.

you’re so tense and desperate that you almost stomp your foot with impatience. you want more, you need more, and he won’t give it to you. he’s playing with his food, so to speak, and every second that passes makes you want to scream. a huff sighs from you, and you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

“is there something you want, darling?” he asks, brushing the tip of his tongue against his favourite spot on your neck, the action sending your knees weak.

“need more.” you manage to gasp out, snaking your hand to the nape of his neck, tugging at him until he moves.

“more of what, my sweet?” he hums, his nose trailing up your jaw and across your cheek, until your mouths are almost slotted together. all it would take is the slightest nudge, but jake’s hands have found their way into your hair, and his tight grip leaves no room for nudges.

“more of-more, god, more you.” you stutter, suddenly overwhelmed by this need and the slow, pulsing ache between your legs.

his lips crash against yours before you can take a shaky breath, and you feel a relief unlike any you’ve ever had before. his kiss was rough, teeth scraping against your bottom lip, while his hands ravaged the tiny amount of fabric you called a dress. it was scraps of nothing by the time he pulled away to let you gasp for air.

“on the bed, legs open.” he demands, and you practically throw yourself onto the soft mattress, barely registering the cool silk sheets and how they caressed your hot skin. jake watches as you twist and shove yourself up the bed to make room for him, tugging at his belt and the first few buttons of his pants as he crawls into your space.

“i said legs open.” he grunts, delicately prying your knees apart to reveal your soaked underwear.

you whine softly when he runs a finger over the damp fabric, teasing your core with a barely-there touch. it’s enough to make your hips jerk, chasing the need for more pressure, more fingers, more.

jake settles on his stomach, brushing gentle kisses over your legs, deepening them and using his tongue to sweep over the expanse of your thighs when he gets to them. every inch of skin he explores feels like it’s on fire, he has set you aflame with lust, and you never want to be put out. you’d lay here and burn for eternity if it meant having his lips against you forever.

as he nears closer and closer to your heat, your breathing becomes more laboured, naked chest heaving with the exertion of keeping still for him. you want to writhe and shriek with the pure need racing through your veins, so you fist your hands into the silk sheets beneath you.

jake uses his thumb to pull your underwear to the side, baring your slick center to him and earning a starved groan from his plump lips. his thumb circles your clit, softly teasing you until your hand darts out to grab at the crown of his head.

“jake-please.” you pant, hoping to convince him to speed up his ministrations.

“just need one little taste before i give it to you, baby.” he murmurs against your thigh.

you spread your legs eagerly, desperate for his mouth on your cunt, but he moves to focus on your thigh once more. your mouth opens to protest when you see his teeth glint in the candlelight. fangs, long and sharp are gently scratching at the plush skin, and you know exactly what he means by “taste”.

“be good for me and stay very still, okay?” his deep, husky voice fills your senses as the sheer…excitement of what’s to come causes blood to pound in your ears.

a searing pain forces a surprised moan from between your lips, gasping at the dizzying sensation of him feeding from such a delicate place.

one of his strong hands is keeping your thigh pinned against the bed, squeezing and massaging the skin, while the other slowly creeps up to find your core. he pushes two fingers inside of you without warning, curling and pumping them against your sweet spot until the pain you feel is mixed beautifully with pleasure.

jake lets out something akin to a growl, his eyes rolling back as he tastes what he’s been after all night. he could stay here forever, tasting your sweet blood until he drains you completely, but he can’t. he wants you alive long enough to fulfil the rest of his- and your- needs.

with great, immense difficulty, he tears himself away, licking at the wound until it’s a mere sting, blood trickling down his chin. his eyes are wild with lust, and his tongue flicks over one of his fangs. you can’t help but moan at the sight, and when his fingers inside of you press harshly into your walls, you gasp loudly.

“now i need a pallet cleanser.” he states, voice thick with satisfaction.

he dives into your cunt with a hunger you’ve never experienced, sucking and softly biting at your clit, his fingers working you even faster than before until your mind is numb with the pleasure. your voice has faded into breathless whines, and your hands scratch at his scalp, desperately trying to keep him right there.

you’re so close, teetering on that edge you’ve been chasing for what feels like hours now when jake pulls away, mouth stained red and shining from your blood and your wetness.

“what the fuck!” you screech, thumping the mattress with your fist as jake casually wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and begins to undress himself, kicking his jeans off and shrugging out of his shirt.

your hands scrabble at him, nipping and scratching his skin in your efforts to force his head back against you, but he’s too strong.

you’re easily pinned down and your bratty display is subdued in seconds, the look he gives you silencing any complaints you might have.

“do you not trust that i’m going to get you exactly where you need to be?” he whispers, danger lacing his words.

you pout, but you let him kiss your neck, holding the back of his head gently.

“i know exactly what you want and need, darling.”

he sits back on his heels, gripping himself in his large hand. god, he’s huge. you hadn’t dared to look until this very moment, and you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to look away. every beautiful, delicious inch of him was intoxicating, and you truly felt drunk off of him.

“please.” is all you could force yourself to say, eyes glued on his perfect cock and the way his hand was beginning to stroke it.

“i know, baby.”

the slow burn of him stretching you out was mind numbing. he gathered your legs and pressed them into your chest, hands gripping the backs of your thighs tightly as his cock angles deeper inside of you. every inch you took was more rewarding than the last, the head of his cock pushing against your sweet spot. you could already feel yourself falling apart beneath him, a tightening crescendo building in the base of your stomach.

“gonna- oh my god, jake.” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid his all-consuming stare.

he was too much and not enough all at once, and the steady pace he drilled into you was devastating. you’d never have something as perfect as this ever again- you probably wouldn’t live long enough to have the chance. the thought that these were your final moments with jake, your beautiful, bewitching creature, was more heartbreaking than knowing you were going to die.

“let it happen, darling. just cum for me.” he panted out, speeding up his pace and pushing a finger between your legs to circle your clit.

it was like an electric bolt, the added stimulation of his finger. your back arched off the mattress, and you grabbed for the back of his head once more, pulling him tight against your throat.

“do it, please.” you beg for that sharp pain again, desperate to let him feed as he fucked you.

he more than happily obliged, not without pressing a rough kiss to your mouth first. his teeth sunk into the buttery skin of your neck easily, and you let out a sharp scream at the feeling. his hips kept fucking you through it all, finger toying with your clit as he grunted into you.

you feel the tight band in your stomach snap, and all you can see is stars. you no longer exist on this plane of existence, floating in a vast and endless expanse of absolutely nothing but you and jake. the pleasure is simultaneously ripping you apart atom by atom and stitching you back together into something anew, something completely unlike you and exactly like you. it’s overwhelming in the best way possible, and you don’t know if you remember your name anymore.

the only thing you feel is jake pulling away from your neck, his hips freezing as he spills into you, his quiet whimper when your body uncontrollably squeezes down on his sensitive cock.

you let out a sigh, all of the air forced from your lungs. your arms are weak around jake’s neck, and you feel him lean his weight onto you, his lips pressing kisses all over your face until they meet yours.

“i think i’m going to keep you, darling.”

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abeautylives · 23 days

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Times I Remember Well

(and Some That I Don’t)

Part 1

author’s note: I’m really excited to have something to share with you guys. It’s written from a diff POV than I usually do, but my main character girly pop has a lot of personality 😘 Big big big thank you to bff @samkiszkasfacialhair for all the help, the ideas, and the motivation 🤍

pairing: female!OCxkiszkas (just read it, you’ll figure it out)

time frame: 2010-2014

word count: 5.7k this part

warnings: language, illicit substance use, rampant teenage emotions and delulu, kissing, josh 🥺

I don’t actually remember the day I met Sam Kiszka.

Not the date, or even the day of the week. I do know what year it was, because it was the year my mom moved us to this quaint (read: weird) little town. Charming, but weird. And boring.

Boring, until I met Sam.

Eleven-year-old Sam was a menace, but twelve-year-old me was bored. So obviously, we became the best of friends. He taught me how to light a firecracker, I had an endless supply of Barbies to blow up. He showed me how to slip out of my bedroom window without making a sound, I told him how to impress girls without grossing them out. In our early teenage years, he introduced me to drugs and I taught him how to unclasp a bra. Chill out, it was weed, and I wasn’t even wearing the bra.

My mom just loved that I’d made such a great friend.

The first time I was allowed to play at his house I met his sister, who was closer to my age, but it was too late. Sam and I were already attached at the hip, though mine sat an inch or two higher than his for a couple of years, until a growth spurt and puberty eventually left him with the height advantage.

That was when he stopped calling me by my name, and started calling me Tiny. Like I said, a menace.

“You’re the coolest girl I know, even if you’re vertically challenged.”

Please note: the first time he said this to me, he had finally just surpassed me in height by half an inch.

Then of course, there were the twins. You’d think the eldest siblings would not have become a big part of my life, but they were just always around, and actually liked hanging out with their baby brother. Close knit family and all that. It’s weird, right? At the wise and worldly age of twelve, the two fourteen-year-olds terrified me. Josh and Jake were both scary in their own way to a pubescent girl on the cusp of teenager-dom. Jake was pretty quiet, but his ego was not. He was hot, okay? In like, a Justin Bieber-y way but also kind of a jock-y way, but a jock with a guitar. Whatever, I’m only human.

Josh was… well, Josh was Josh. Unlike anyone else I’d ever met, and not necessarily in a good way. He was loud, like, all the time. He never seemed to stop talking and ended most of his sentences at an eardrum-piercing decibel level. Fortunately, or not, he didn’t get hot until I was old enough to obsess over it.

I’m sure I didn’t speak a coherent word to either of them the entire first year of my friendship with Sam.

I have a million memories of the time I spent with Sam and his family, but I have no recollection of the day I fell in love with Josh Kiszka.

But once I did, it was a deep, obsessive kind of love that only a teenager can achieve. One day he was my best friend’s eccentric older brother and the next…

Well, the next he was a rockstar.

I mentioned the whole jock with a guitar thing that Jake had going on, and that really hadn’t changed, but somewhere along the way Josh had transformed from a loud, annoying theater kid to a genuine, full blown vocalist. I mean, for a while he was both.

When they first started playing together, I only gave a shit because they’d roped Sam into it too and it took up way too much of his time. I’d watch them play, and they weren’t… bad? They weren’t good either. My time could have been better spent watching R rated movies (scandalous) or, I don’t know, doing my homework. But nope! We were in a band now.

They practiced, a lot. It felt like all they did was practice, for at least a couple years. And I just watched dutifully, every weekend of every month of every year. They did get better.

But here’s the thing. I was there for all of it. I was there the day Jake ran into the living room and snatched Sam up by the back of his shirt. Come on Sammy boy, we need you on bass. I was there the day their buddy Kyle sat down at the drum kit and completed the ensemble. (I was also there the day he got replaced.) And of course, I was there the day Josh pushed his voice past the instruments and the amps, and went from a weak imitation of a rock singer to something else all together. Something totally and completely him.

That’s not the day I fell in love with him (I would’ve remembered), but it was the first time he had ever… impressed me. And not that I cared, but Jake was impressed too. I saw it on his face.

It was cute. In like, a sweet, brotherly way.

Okay, anyway! The combination of Jake’s skill and Josh’s raw talent got them noticed. (Sammy’s talent would develop over time, I didn’t forget about him. Sam, you’re the most talented one in the band.) And then they were playing actual gigs. I wasn’t allowed to go to most of those early ones, because for some reason these dive bars were permitting these pint sized, teenage Zeppelin wannabes to perform at them. Old people like our parents loved that shit. The locals went crazy for it.

They played Fischer Hall a couple times, right there in town, but around their third or fourth gig there, Josh had unbuttoned the flowy, floral, women’s blouse he was wearing and took to the stage with it hanging open, beaded necklaces draped down his bare chest and curly hair wild.

Why was he sort of… ripped? How had I never noticed? Were his pants always so tight? And low cut? I was sweating. I didn’t even know he was literally cosplaying Robert Plant.

Did I fall in love with him that night? Of course not, I already told you I don’t remember the day that happened.

The Saturday after my sixteenth birthday, I left my house around 8:30 to head to Sam’s. To my mom, this was an average Saturday night - I spent nearly all of them at Sam’s house, where his parents were always home. Ya know, or so mine thought. Whether the Kiszkas were actually home or not, we hung out in the garage.

That’s not as weird as it sounds, it was a really cool garage. With furniture and everything. And their instruments, a lot of them. I don’t know how every one of these guys knew how to play every instrument packed into that room, but they did. And by the time I was sixteen, they were really almost good at it.

(Jake was good. Very good… I told you he was hot.)

This particular Saturday though, this was going to be the Saturday that changed my life. And I wanted to dress the part.

In hindsight, I wore something I’d probably worn a hundred times. Then why had it taken me so long to get ready? I changed my jeans twice, my shirt at least ten times, added a sweater, threw it back on my bed, added a flannel, tossed that to the floor. Picked it back up and shoved my arms in, made sure it hung off my shoulder just so. Shoulders are sexy, right? Do guys like shoulders? Oh shit, what do guys even like?

Anyway, I left the house looking exactly as I always did.

I rode my bike slowly that night, already hyper aware of the sweat under my arms.

So I slowed my pedaling even further. When the house came into view, I hopped off the bike and walked it up the drive before tossing it to the grass outside the garage.

Okay, knock twice and just go in.

That’s what everyone always did, what I always did. Just knock twice then lift the door. Everyone was always welcome, come on in!

So go in, idiot.

Look, I did it eventually. Just like always, knock knock, lift the door enough to slip underneath, let it close behind me. Except when it rolled back to the ground, I lost my nerve and stood frozen there for a few seconds too long.

Sam called me out, because he’s a menace.

“The hell are you doing, Tiny? We started without you.”

I moved farther into the space, eyes bouncing between my options through the soft haze of pungent smoke that already hung over the room. There was my usual spot - on the floor, next to the spot where Sam sat cross-legged, his long frame folded and bent, his sharp elbows resting on his knees as he waited for the joint to make its way back to him.

Not tonight, I’m on a mission.

Jake sat to his left, in a well-worn, floral print wingback chair. It was comfortable enough for one person, decades of weight softening the strength of the cushion’s springs before it ever came to live in this particular garage. Jake’s body was slung over it, legs thrown haphazardly over an arm while his own were wrapped around an acoustic guitar. Typical. He tipped his chin at me from under the brim of a bucket hat, then nodded towards the floor beside him. Holy shit, does he want me to sit by him?! I think my fingers lifted in a barely-there wave but I’m not really sure they were functioning correctly.

Okay focus, he did not. Does not. Not in this lifetime.

Still without his next hit, Sam glanced up at me over his shoulder and patted the threadbare throw rug next to him. “Sit down weirdo, you’re making me paranoid.”

Nerves that I’d never, never, felt before in this room fluttered through my stomach, I let my gaze meet Sam’s before continuing the search for a place to plant myself.

There was really only one option left - the couch - and both ends were already occupied. Our friend Danny (Kyle’s replacement, sorry Kyle) was in the process of melting into the corner closest to Jake, his eyes glassy and already tinged pink when he looked up at me. Only his eyebrows lifted in greeting before he mirrored Sam’s offer to sit next to him, tapping the cushion beside him.

This is fine, totally normal! Danny was Sam’s other half. Well, his other male half. I guess we were in thirds. A trio.

I accepted the offering, stepping around the coffee table, scarred with years worth of “art” - drawings and carvings, a few discreet dirty words etched into the surface in between - to drop to the middle of the couch. One of Sam’s brows tipped up when I met his eyes again, his expression asking, “Dude, what gives?”

“Hey, you’re here!” He noticed me, finally. Silvery smoke crept from between his lips as he grinned, and I watched transfixed when they pursed together and he blew a cloud toward the ceiling. My stare was broken when he leaned across the table and passed the joint to an impatient Sam, but to the delight of the butterflies going nuts in the pit of my stomach, he leaned back into the cushions and threw an arm over the back of the couch behind me. EEEEP!

“Hey-“ It was a humiliating and unsexy croak, and I quickly cleared my throat and tried again. “Hey, Josh. Hi.”

His long hair was pulled back, his entire face available for my viewing pleasure. Things were going perfectly.

I joined the rotation, the weed easing the flutters caused by sitting so close to Josh, but amplifying the feeling that the other three were watching and wondering why I was acting so strange.

They were not. They were high.

Aside from the stray curious eyebrow from my BFF across the table, they actually acted like nothing was abnormal about my seating choice, even when I started to scooch imperceptibly to my left every time I adjusted the way I was sitting.

Pulled my legs up under me? Scooch.

Dropped them down so my sneakers met the cement? Scooch.

Crossed my left ankle over my right knee? Scooch.

It was totally subtle.

“I’m gonna grab a pop, you guys want anything?” Sam startled me out of a pleasant reverie as he jumped up from the floor, but my freaking knee was touching Josh’s knee! No I don’t want anything, I have everything I need right here!

It turned out Sam was a huge knee blocker. He gripped me by an elbow and peeled me from the couch as the others murmured at our retreating backs about needing Doritos. He pushed me out the side door and towards the house and had me in the kitchen before I could even tell him he was ruining everything!

Even through bleary, hooded eyes, his death glare was brutal.

“Saaammmmm, what are you doing?!” “What the hell do you think you’re doing, T?”

More glaring. He broke the glare-off first, jerking his head to the side to flick his hair out of his eyes and turning to open the refrigerator, but once his face was inside it, he called me out again.

“Why are you being so weird with Josh?”

I love him, I need him!

“Whaaa.. I don’t know what you mean. You’re just super high.” Yeah, I really thought that would work. Sue me!

Straightening to his full height (seriously, like two inches taller than me… maybe three), he spun to face me again. He actually looked down his nose at me.

“Do you like, like him? What the fuck, Tiny?” He whispered that last part, as if his parents were lurking around the corner waiting to bust him for cussing.

“Look, you wouldn’t understand Sam. I’m much older than y-“

“You’re not even an entire year older than me.”

“Eleven months is basically an entire ye-“

“That’s not the point!” That part was like whisper yelling. I swear it looked like he was yelling, but it sounded like he was whispering.

“Okay!” Yeah, I whisper yelled back. “Sammy, I like him… I’m sorry! I don’t even know when it happened but I woke up one day and I realized that he’s perfect! He’s funny and nice and he’s so… so… cute! Okay? He’s so cute I wanna die and I love him!”

Sam’s eyes were wide, as wide as they could be under the circumstances, and he stared at me like I’d grown another head. With a horn coming out of it.

“You love him. You realize how dumb you sound right now?”

Dumb? No no, this was serious. I pleaded with my best friend for forgiveness. And his help. “Sam… please. Don’t be mad at me, I- I don’t know, I can’t help it! That’s just how I feel, and I want him to like me back!” That’s when it hit me, I needed a wingman for this plan.

“Can you help me get him to like me back?” I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, bottom lip stuck out and everything. As if that had ever worked in the four years we’d known each other so far.

“Fuck no.” His eyes moved side to side, looking for sneaky parents again I guessed. “Definitely not. Why do you have to like my brother, dude? That’s sick, it’s like incest or something!” He stomped his feet a little, and I couldn't help but think it made him look like a child. He was a child! This was serious, grown-up shit and I didn’t have time to play games.

“Ugh, if you’re not gonna help me then at least get out of my way.” I pushed past him and headed back out of the house and into the garage. Not much had changed when I got there, but Danny must have left while Sam and I were gone. The entire couch was empty aside from Josh, still sitting cross-legged in one corner. Damn it!

I flopped into the spot that Danny had vacated, just as Sam hustled back in through the side door, arms full of sodas and bags of chips. My cheeks were warm when I looked up at him, and then they burst into flames.

“Scoot over T, I like the corner spot.”

He’s helping me! Oh shit, he’s helping me. Move your ass!!

Fumbling for a grip on reality, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Sam’s. He lifted his brows and tilted his head in Josh’s direction. I suddenly remembered why I wasted all my days with this kid - he’s my ride or die. And now I owed him, big.

As soon as I stood to shift to the center of the couch, Sam’s elbow snuck out and made contact with my shoulder. My feet tangled with each other and, balance lost, I tumbled. Right into the arms of my beloved.

Okay okay, that’s a reach. But I did land on him. Sam had nudged me just hard enough to send me toward the opposite end of the couch and I landed ass-first on Josh’s leg, still folded and crossed under the other.

Through the mortification, I heard Sam’s distinct snickering as he placed himself gently on the other cushion. Then, through the popping of soda tabs and crinkling of chip bags, I heard the sweetest, most beautiful sound ever.

“If you wanted to sit next to me so bad, you could’ve just done it, T.”

I quite literally had to extract myself from his lap, but Josh just giggled as I clumsily moved off of him. To my extreme delight and disbelief, I didn’t make it too far. He slung an arm over my shoulders and kept me at his side. We are sharing a cushion. ALERT ALERT - OUR THIGHS ARE TOUCHING.

His hand wrapped around the ball of my shoulder and squeezed. Not once, but twice. I felt like I was gonna puke, but I risked turning my head and meeting his eyes. And he. Fucking. Smiled.

“You good, Tiny?” I should’ve laughed. We were the same exact height, I could be calling him tiny. But this wasn’t funny, because he was still smiling at me and he’d lowered his voice to speak directly to me and I felt it all the way to my toes. Somehow I managed to smile back.

“I’m good.” I was soooooo good. Even when Sam shoved a bag of Doritos at me, I was good. Because Josh reached into it and pulled a few out for himself. He reached into my lap! For chips!

Risking a sideways glance at Sam, I found him eyeballing Josh’s hand that was still resting lightly over my shoulder. I gave him my best “holy shit holy shit holy shit” expression, to which he rolled his eyes and shrugged. Before turning my attention back to the love of my life, my gaze drifted past Sam and landed on Jake. Oh, he was still here? Hadn’t noticed.

Except I was noticing. And he didn’t look pleased. He locked in and held eye contact, absolutely scowling. He was pissed. At me?! I must not have hidden my surprise well, because after a few more tense seconds of the longest eye contact we’d ever held, he blinked away and flung the guitar he’d been cradling all night over the arm of the chair.

Look, he didn’t throw it or anything. The stand was right there and the guitar landed safely, if not a little roughly, in its place. But then he tossed the open bag of Lay’s to the table, swung his legs around and stood. He caught my eye again, his hair doing that flippy thing over his eyebrows as he shook his head.

“Whatever. Night, guys.”

Just like that, he was gone. Two down, one to go. GTFO Sam!!

The next hour or so passed in a blur. Sam kept hitting the joint long after Josh and I had turned it down, and by the time he’d deposited the roach in the ashtray he could barely keep his eyes open. I watched his head fall back into the cushion and pounced on my opportunity.

Leaning away from Josh’s loving embrace (shut up, I was in heaven okay?), I slapped Sam’s chest with the back of my hand.

“Sammy… Sam!” He snorted as his head whipped up, swiped a hand over his mouth and looked at me. I was still leaning toward him, my back to Josh, and I spoke to him telepathically. Or with my eyebrows.

Get out of here right now or so help me God.

He answered verbally, like he couldn't even read my mind. “Huh?”

I withheld growling at him like an animal. “Why don’t you go to bed, man? You’re toast.” Go. NOW.

His eyes tried to focus on me, they really did, before he shook his head and tried again. “Shit. Yeah, okay. Are you… do you wanna stay on the couch tonight?”

Yes. This couch. Allll night long.

“Yeah yeah, I will, but I’m not tired yet. I’m just gonna, um, chill here for a little bit longer?” At that, I turned my head and risked a glance at Josh. Thank God I did, because he was already looking at me, and he grinned. EEEEEEEP!

“I’m not tired yet either, we can listen to some music.” I doubted I could hear music at that point, not over the blood rushing in my ears. But then, oh then, he looked up at Sam and said, “I’ll make sure she makes it to bed, I mean, the couch. Downstairs, I’ll make sure she makes it downstairs.”

“Fine, whatever.” See? He’s my ride or die. “See you in the morning, T.” And then he was gone.

We were alone.

HELLO? WE. WERE. ALONE.

Sure, I’d been alone with Josh before. I’d been hanging around his house nearly every day for four years, we’d definitely been left in a room together at some point. But not while his arm was draped loosely over my shoulders, not while our legs were touching, not while my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

But now that we were alone, I had no effing clue what to do. Then Josh stood up. My heart dropped into my stomach, but he walked over to the stacked milk crates that housed a small part of their family’s record collection and crouched to skim through them. He found something he liked and set it on the turntable, the needle bringing the crackling beginnings of a song to life.

When he turned back to face me, I thought for sure he’d sit in that ugly wingback chair. Or at the other end of the couch. Instead, he circled the coffee table and sat on the opposite side of me than he had been all night. And now his other thigh was touching mine!

I’m pretty sure my throat closed up because I had to clear it rather unattractively to speak. “What, uhh, ha, um, who is this?”

Sexy, right?

Didn’t matter, his smile took shape right in front of my eyes and all I could see was the little barely-there gap between his front teeth. I wanted to know what it felt like on my tongue. Would I be able to tell? If I kissed him right now, would I be able to feel that little discrepancy in the perfection of his teeth? I lifted my eyes to meet his and realized he’d spoken, and I’d missed it.

“Sorry, uhh… what?”

His head tilted and his eyes searched my face for… something. “Wilson Pickett. Sammy hasn’t played this for you?”

Sammy? Who is Sammy? Ohhh right, best friend.

“Um, no, I don’t think so. But maybe? There’s always music on, he’s probably played this.”

He just nodded, at first in response to my rambling and then in time with the song. When it ended, he just… looked at me, for what felt like forever but was probably only a few seconds. I was once again hyper aware of my underarms. Sweating. So I slipped the flannel off of my shoulders, keeping my forearms in the sleeves but giving me some airflow to the pits. Josh’s eyes dropped from mine and landed on the now exposed skin. Yes! Guys like shoulders!

The realization slapped me in the face, so I grabbed it and ran. I slid my arms out of the sleeves and tossed the flannel past Josh and onto the chair, thanking God that I’d worn a tank top. He gulped. Like a full-blown gulp.

Omg I’m making him nervous!!

Confidence boosted, I shifted even closer to him, until our bodies were tucked tight against each other. I’d never been this close to him, aside from that one time we’d been crammed in the back seat of his mom’s car with Sam and Jake, their sister sitting pretty in the front seat. But then I had been a scrawny kid, only thirteen (and a half) and he had been a really weird fifteen year old, not yet having grown into his features. I hadn’t wanted any part of his stinky, sweaty, farty body near me and I’d squeezed myself so close to Sam I was practically in his lap.

But on this night? This Saturday after my sixteenth birthday, I was no longer a kid. And he was no longer weird. He was beautiful, and my face was really close to his face. I could feel it when he whispered, his breath actually touched my lips.

“Wha- what are you doing, T?”

He was looking at my lips, waiting for my answer. I licked them because I was freaking parched, but he watched. And I watched him gulp, again! My tongue slipped out and wet my bottom lip a second time.

“Josh?” Whispering is sexy, it’s seductive. I was sure of it. He did it back, just my name - my actual name - lilting at the end in question.

“Do you.. wanna… kiss me?” I leaned over him, placed my left hand on his chest and felt his collar bone under my fingertips through his t-shirt. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

I saw the panic widen his eyes, then they darted around me, looking at anything but me. It was really so cute how nervous he was. He was eighteen, for Christ sake! And I was making him nervous!

“Kiss me, Josh.” His eyes snapped back to mine, slipped down to my mouth again and then back.

And then. He. Freaking. KISSED. ME.

In a split second that felt like hours, I watched his eyes close and perfect lips pucker. My eyes stayed open at first, I didn’t want to miss this.

Leaning further into him, I settled my lips against his and slid the hand on his chest up the side of his neck (his pulse was out of control, by the way), and then cradled his jaw. My fingertips were in his hair right behind his ear. I pulled his face closer and ramped up the pressure of our lips pushed together.

He put his hands on me. I swear to God, he really did! One reached for my hip and the other came up to rest against my cheek. My eyes fluttered closed and my body took over. Not a coherent thought left in my pretty little head. Especially when our mouths separated, and then he pushed them back together.

With a mind of its own, my other hand came up and gripped his shoulder. Then my leg swung over his lap and I. Was. Straddling. Him.

It wasn’t my fault. My brain had gone haywire, my body moving on instinct. I’d quite literally never done this before. I’d kissed plenty, I even kissed Sam once (barf), but this felt different. This felt mature. Probably a little more mature than I was ready for but like I said, it was not my fault.

A lot of blame fell on Josh, a whole mountain of it, when the hand on my cheek dropped to my other hip and gripped hard, pulled me flush against him. And his lips coerced my mouth open. And the tip of his tongue swept out and touched mine.

Oh, I was in way over my head. But this was Josh, the boy I loved, and he was loving me back!

A sound I’d never made before crept up my throat. Instant embarrassment heated my already toasty cheeks and climbed up my neck, but then. Ohh then. The same freaking sound came from somewhere below me. Josh groaned. Because of me.

My animal brain completely took over. My tongue was already sliding against his, and my hips decided to follow suit. With zero finesse, they rocked into his. Just once.

He broke the kiss and dropped his head back to the cushion.

No no noooooo, you like this! You love it!

I could feel the proof that he loved it. I was sitting on it. I could see it, his chest heaving.

So I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his throat.

“Stop, T.” His hands fell limp and landed on my thighs. My brain scrambled to catch up. Stop? Go! His fingers spread across the denim on my legs. Go go go!

But then he pushed. I leaned back to see his face, find an explanation, but his eyes were still closed as he pushed me off of his lap. Helped me swing my leg back over. Kept his hands on my thighs until they were planted back on the couch and closed. Firmly. Then they left me, and I felt their absence like a knife to the heart.

“I… wow, okay.” It’s the best I could manage to formulate, but my brain was running in overdrive.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let that happen.” He rubbed his palms, the ones that were just holding me, over his knees then leaned forward and dropped his forehead into them.

Okay, maybe he just thinks we were moving too fast!

“Josh, it’s okay. I want this! We can just kiss, I’ll stay over here and you stay there and-“

It was so quiet, but it stopped my words on my tongue and slammed my lips shut.

“I can’t.”

Okay. Okay. Okay.

It’s because Sam’s my best friend.

It’s because I’m too young.

He thinks I’m still a kid.

Like his kid sister.

Fuck!

Anger rolled through me. “Why? Is it Sam?”

He scrubbed his hands over his face and turned to me. Looked at me, finally.

“No, I-“

“Am I too young for you? You’re not that much older, Josh and we’ve known eachother forever, it’s not that big of a de-“

“It’s not that, Tiny.” His eyes closed again.

“Don’t call me that!” He’d offended me, I was o-ffen-ded. “I’m not a little fucking kid!” Okay, I was pissed! I was a grown ass woman!

(I wasn’t.)

Both of his hands reached forward and he pulled mine towards him. Held them there. Opened his eyes. Was he gonna cry? Why are his eyes wet?! Shit, am I crying?

“It’s not you, T. It’s me.” Oh please. “I- well, I um, I like someone else.”

Back to angry! “What?! Then why the hell were you kissing me?!” What a scoundrel, what a snake, what an asshole!

“It’s not like that-“

“What the fuck is it like?!” I didn’t normally curse much at that age, but when I tell you I was mad? Hurt? Embarrassed? I couldn’t stop it from happening.

Shit, his eyes were definitely wet.

“It’s a guy.”

He whispered it, and it wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t seductive. It was sad. Scared. Defeated. I snatched my hands out of his.

There was a long silence. Uncomfortable. He stared at his empty hands and we processed.

“What did you say?” His posture shrank, like he was trying to disappear. “Josh, it’s okay. Talk to me.” It was my turn to take his hands. I held them in mine and squeezed once.

“I’m so sorry, I- I just don’t like you. Like that.” His eyes found their way back to my face, “I really like him.” They went wide and I’m pretty sure mine did too. He seemed shocked that he’d said it out loud, right before panic spread across his features again.

“Please don’t say anything, T. I haven’t- no one knows that. No one. Please.”

“No, I would never Josh, I swear. I just… why were you, ya know, kissing me?” Touching me, pulling me in. He pulled his hands away from me this time.

“I just wanted to feel normal. I wanted them to think I was normal.”

I couldn’t help it. I threw my arms around him and held on tight.

“You are.” Normal and beautiful and perfect. And not mine. A heavy sigh slipped from between my lips. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

He stayed silent, so I did too. I kept my arms around him for a few minutes before finally letting them slip free, rubbing a palm between his shoulder blades.

“I guess I should go… Are you okay?” Look, I was not okay, but it didn’t seem like that was important anymore.

“Aren’t you gonna stay downstairs tonight?”

Definitely not. “No, I think I should go home…” Probably won’t show my face over here for a goooood long time.

“Let me walk with you.”

I did. He walked on the other side of my bike while I walked it by the handlebars. When we reached my driveway, I left the bike propped against the side of the garage and turned to him. And just like in my dreams, he moved close and pecked a kiss into my cheek. Then he pulled me into his arms.

“I’m really sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, ya know?” His voice was soft and low, his breath tickling my ear. It should’ve been a literal dream come true.

A half step back and I rubbed my hands up and down his arms. “It’s really fine. I’m sorry for…” Humiliating us both? “Everything.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I mean it,” he emphasized when I shook my head. “Just… please don’t say anything. Even to Sam. Especially to Sam. I’m gonna tell them all when I’m ready, I think.”

Huge, massive sigh. “I won’t. I promise.”

And I never did. Not really.

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Celebratory Drinks & Fleeting Embraces Master List

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1, 3.2, 3.3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7.1 & 7.2, 7.3 & Epilogue

Completed April 2024!

18+ Series Fiction Jake X fem reader (reader insert) My first full length fic for reader insert. Yikes.

Summary: A night of celebration has you crossing paths with Jake during the era of the Black Smoke Rising EP release. You have just graduated with your Masters and you are officially on your way. Jake helps you to celebrate that night with an endearing one night stand. What should have ended on that special night turns into a winding path that crosses decades, relationships and fleeting embraces with the man that haunts your dreams.

Content Warnings: Adult situations, adult relationships, all sorts of sexual encounters, both protected and unprotected sex. Warnings will be present on each posting. Silver Fox Jake (just putting it out there!)

A huge thank you to @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemadness for weeks and weeks of listening to me whine about this, for their big bad assed beta skills, and their input. Love and kisses to you both. 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

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Rollin’ and Tumblin’ Chapter 1

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: You’ve lived a sheltered and privileged life, only learning what it truly means to live and love after meeting Jake, a young man of unusual western sorts who was hired to work on your father’s farm.

Warnings: Cowboy Jake, hunger in relation to unhealthy eating habits, knives.

Word Count: 3.1k

April 1903

It was the spring of your twenty third year. The day started off like any other day would. However, you were dreading the events that were scheduled for later in the day- a dinner party where you would be matched off with a wealthy man your father and mother had chosen for you to marry, William Drayton. His family, much like yours, did not care for anyone who did not live up to their standards of wealth and class. The Draytons had monopolized the oil business in the south and southwest portions of the nation, which guaranteed generations of wealth, something your father more than anyone was particularly keen on.

It was all politics. No one cared about true love or real happiness. You had never even met the man and you were expected to, from this night forward, spend the rest of your life with him. And you didn’t have any other choice. Most girls you knew were paired off with men between ages seventeen and nineteen. Not twenty three. Time was ticking and your parents were not allowing you to waste any more of it after years of you protesting marriage against their wishes.

All you’ve known your entire life is etiquette and poise. You were taught, or should we say trained to be meek and mild because men like that. To have thoughts and opinions of your own may as well be a sin, and even the thought of speaking up or out of turn would send you on a train with a one way ticket to Hell. Manners were shoved down your throat and you didn’t have a single memory of not looking and acting perfect every day of your life. You were a prisoner in your own body. But this was your life and there was no way out of it.

The corset bounding your torso felt like a million pins sticking into you from every direction, pushing in harder each time you inhaled. The pink ribbon tying it together was pulled tight, keeping you painfully caged inside it, which seemed to be a physical representation of how you felt living your actual life.

You sat in the parlor room of your home with your mother for breakfast. As you raised your glass to your lips, the familiar sound of your father’s voice began in the kitchen and echoed through the rest of the house. Along with his voice was another, a deeper, smooth voice that you couldn’t recognize.

His footsteps along with the sound of another pair of feet got louder as he walked down the hallway and toward the parlor room to greet you.

You turned your head as he appeared in the doorway and wished you a good morning.

“Good morning, Daddy,” you replied.

“I have someone to introduce to you both.”

With his words, came another man through the doorway.

“This is Jacob. I’ve hired him as our farmhand. He’ll be in charge of things so you’ll see him around quite a lot,” he explained.

This wasn’t unusual. You were used to people around the house and on the land outside. You had your lady’s maids, cooks, house maids, and a few farmers who took care of your father’s pride and joy, the crops and cattle.

But what was unusual, was Jacob himself.

First of all, he was around your age, which was unlikely. Typically your father hired men well into middle age to be in charge of things related to the farm. Anyone your age, much like yourself, was typically treated as your father’s inferior.

Second, he wasn’t the typical farmer you’d seen around before. He had more of a western look. Something you’d only ever seen in books or heard about through word of mouth. He wore a hat and a brown leather jacket which covered a blue denim shirt. His pants were denim as well, ripped and dirty, and you were surprised your father would let him into your home in that state. Lastly, the boots as well as the chaps he wore led to the conclusion that he dabbled in horse riding.

He took his hat off and held it over his chest to bow his head at you and Mother.

Upon taking it off, light brown wavy hair that was tangled and clumped together in every direction tumbled down to his shoulders. He had streaks of blonde in it, seemingly from being out in the sun. It was dirty and messy- yet incredibly fascinating. You had never seen that length of hair on a man. Ever.

His face was that of someone you figured would only ever be a figment of your imagination. He had tanned skin and deep eyes that were a light shade of brown. His nose was prominent and strong. His lips naturally curved up into a smile with just a touch of facial hair surrounding them.

The only word that came to mind was handsome. And that didn’t even begin to cover it.

You smiled at him and before you knew it, he was on his was out the door following close behind your father. The sound of their voices heading down the hallway were silenced with the shutting of the back door and you sat there for a minute just looking at the now empty doorway he once stood in.

You pulled yourself out of your daydream to continue your breakfast and idle chat with your mother before finishing and heading to your room to get ready for the night’s festivities.

The next few hours were spent in your room with your lady’s maids. Pulling at your hair to get it to curl perfectly, pushing and pinching at your face to color your lips and blush your cheeks, and the most dreaded of all but the expected, corset.

Once in your gown for the night, you were accompanied downstairs where your home had transformed into a party that was already in full swing. You put on your best smile, a false one, but a smile nonetheless, and began the night.

After just a bit of time, your father, dressed in his best tuxedo, found you, linked his arm in yours and led you to the dining area to meet your future husband.

Your heart dropped into your stomach with dread as you followed him to your doom and could see exactly who he was leading you to at the head of the table. You wouldn’t say he was particularly ugly, so to speak. But he wasn’t exactly what you would deem to be good looking, or even average looking for that matter.

“Daddy,” you whispered, “I really don’t want to do this.”

You could feel your eyebrows furrowing and your face dropping as nothing but anxiety and dread flowed through your blood.

He tugged on your arm with his, pulling you closer to him in a harsh manner. He smiled and spoke to you firmly through his teeth.

“You will do this and you will do it with a smile on your face. You are twenty three years old. Do you know how difficult it was for me to find someone even willing to marry you? You should be thankful his time in the army set him just as far back as you. His time at least was well spent. Now, I should not have to remind you how to act tonight. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” you replied through a shaky breath, feeling absolutely defeated.

Before he could even reply, you were at arms distance with your future husband- meeting him, smiling, and sitting down next to him for dinner.

Dinner was a nightmare. The only topics discussed were politics, stocks, and money- none of which you understood a word of. You just smiled and nodded throughout dinner. Desperately wishing your corset would rip at the seams if you took a deep enough breath or ate enough food, both of which would be wildly inappropriate actions on your part.

So you sat there, uncomfortable and on the verge of tears for the night, all hid under a smile which falsely showed your eagerness to be there and to be wed.

After dessert, the women excused themselves to bed as the men began getting ready for rounds of cigars and brandy. Your father and now fiancé bid you goodnight with kisses to your hand. A hand with, much to your dismay, showed off a newly placed diamond on your ring finger.

Your lady’s maids met you at the base of the stairs to return to your bedroom to undress for the night but you took a turn and headed for the kitchen.

You walked through, grabbing an untouched piece of peach pie off a plate and headed out the backdoor.

Darkness surrounded you as you walked through the fields and down to the swing you used to play on as a little girl. You picked up the piece of pie and brought it to your mouth, taking a massive bite. You continued eating, fully letting yourself enjoy food for once.

Once the feeling of hunger was satisfied within you, there was no stopping the tears that flooded your eyes. They had become two waterfalls, and your lap had become soaked with the tears that had fallen onto it.

Your future was being chosen for you. You’d tried to fight it for so long and now, you’d finally lost the fight.

One by one, you watched your friends marry off into wealth and start families of their own to continue the toxic cycle, knowing eventually, it would have to be you. And now, the time had come. It was you. There was no escape from it. No way out. Not even a glimmer of hope.

You looked down at your left hand to see the ring placed there against your will earlier that night and sobbed harder.

You should be grateful. You should be happy. You were born into wealth and were guaranteed to have it for life. You knew there were so many people out there that had it worse. So many people that deserved everything you had just been handed. You were lucky. Yet, despite everything you had, you felt every terrible feeling one could ever feel.

The sound of footsteps in the grass behind you caused you to sit up straight and wipe your eyes and mouth.

“You alright, Miss?” you heard a deep voice speak softly from behind you.

You turned around to see Jacob there with a knapsack slung over his shoulder.

“I’m fine, thank you, Jacob,” you replied as you turned your head back to look down at your tear soaked dress.

It was silent for a moment. The sounds of crickets and cicadas filled their air until his voice broke through the sounds of them.

“Well,” he began, “have a good night then.”

You heard his boots crunch down on the grass underneath them as he began to walk away when all of sudden, the words tumbled out from your mouth without any hesitation.

“Do you ever just feel like you’re trapped? Like you’re on a train that is going full speed into a mountain with no tunnel to go through and if there was a tunnel, no light at the end of that tunnel to save you? Like, you’re going to crash and explode into flames and all you can do is sit there and wait for your inevitable death?”

Instantly, a sense of relief washed over you as the words you’d been holding in for so long had finally been released.

However, the instant regret of revealing your feelings to a stranger who now wasn’t speaking had begun to bubble inside you.

“I think that corset may be a little too tight, Miss. S’messin’ with your brain,'' he laughed. His voice was deep and had the tiniest twang that held onto the ends of his words. Not a lot, but just enough.

You huffed out a laugh and turned around to him again to see him smiling, with his teeth, glowing bright in the moonlight.

You reached under your dress and behind your back for the ribbon that was keeping you painfully locked in.

“There’s this, this stupid bow that I can’t get undone on it,” you said as you bit your bottom lip in concentration.

“I, I could hel-help you. If you, uh, if that’s what you want?” he asked hesitantly.

“Would you? This thing is terrible uncomfortable.”

You took your arms out of the sleeves of your dress and pushed it down, exposing the laced up piece of undergarments to him.

Was ripping the top of your dress off your arms in front of a man you hardly knew against everything you’d ever been taught was lady-like and proper? Absolutely.

Was wearing a ring against your will to be wed to a man who you hardly knew against everything you’d ever wanted in life? Absolutely.

It had evened itself out in your head and that was good enough for you.

You pulled your hair in front of you and turned your head back to face forward as he walked closer to you.

“Woah,” he whispered, “I don’t want to cause any harm or disrespect, Miss. But this, this is a job for someone who… isn’t me,” he said as his eyes grew wide at the sight of the ring on your finger.

“If you’re talking about my…” you paused and closed your eyes, “fiancé,” you continued after choking out the word, “I’ve said more words to you tonight than I’ve ever even said to him. But if you wont help me, I’ll, I’ll just do it myself,” you huffed as you reached for the satin bow behind you.

Your fingers toyed with it, as you struggled to get it to come loose when you felt the warmth of his hands on top of yours.

You stilled your hands as his rested on top of yours for a minute. They were big, and rough and the feeling of them was completely foreign to you.

Defeat was a familiar feeling to you so what was one more round of it? You dropped your hands back down and rested them on your lap, letting him take the lead to free you.

He pulled and tugged at the strings for a while.

“Who the hell tied this thing?” he laughed.

“My lady’s maid, Katherine started it. But my mother finished it off.”

“Jesus,” he whispered as his fingers unsuccessfully fought against the light pink ribbon for release.

He stopped for a moment and you turned your head again to get a good look at him.

He bent down and reached into his pocket, pulling out a knife and taking the cover off it to reveal a sharp, silver blade.

You swallowed hard at the sight of a knife just inches away from your body, and someone who was practically a stranger to you holding onto it.

“Now, don’t worry. I ain’t gonna hurtcha,” he said calmly as he brought the knife to the tie and began cutting his way through it.

The tearing of the satin fabric was music to your ears and with one tug of the now cut strings from Jacob behind you, you were free.

You breathed in and out hard now that you actually could and hunched over to relax your neck and back for the first time in hours.

“Thank you,” you breathed out.

After a few seconds of relaxing your once stiff muscles, you stood up from the swing and turned to face him.

“The pleasure was mine,” he replied, “And I’m, uh, sorry about the ribbon. I can pay your father to replace it,” he reasoned as he put the knife back in his pocket.

“No. No it’s fine I have dozens of others, Jacob.”

“Jake,” he said bluntly.

You stared at him for a second, confused, before he continued again, “M’names Jacob. But my friends call me Jake.”

Jake. You liked the sound of that.

You nodded your head and peered past him to see your mother in the doorway, looking out at you.

“Well, Jake, again, I thank you kindly for your help. But I believe it’s time that I bid you goodnight,” you said, smiling at him.

“Goodnight,” he replied, lifting your right hand and bringing it to his lips.

He held eye contact with you as he placed a soft kiss to the top of your hand.

Instantly, you felt your body light up from the inside. Your heart began racing. Your stomach began fluttering with what felt like thousands of little butterflies inside it.

The feeling of a man's lips on your hand had been felt by you before-from your father and from William just minutes earlier. However, when they did it, you felt nothing but misery and disgust. But when Jake did it, you felt the complete opposite.

He lowered your hand a bit but held onto it as he continued speaking, “If you ever need any help again, you know where to find me,” he said, lifting his chin to gesture to the barn in the direction he had come from.

A soft smile and nod were given to him in return before you walked past him and toward your house.

You were but a few feet past him when you heard him call out your name.

Your head turned around to see him biting his lip and holding back a smile.

“You might wanna,” he said as he gestured for you to put your dress back over your chest and arms, “before you go inside, back to your party.”

Immediately you felt all the blood in your body rush to your cheeks and you were thankful he wouldn’t be able to see the embarrassment on your face in the darkness of the night.

An involuntary giggle left your lips and he let out a laugh with you.

You lifted your dress back up over the undone corset and back over your arms, turned to face your house, and walked quickly through the grass and back inside where you fought back a smile as you snuck upstairs.

A few moments later, you entered your bedroom and peeked out your window onto the gravel street below. Sitting tall on the back of a brown horse was Jake.

He looked up to your window and you gave him a small wave. He tipped the brim of his hat at you before giving his horse a gentle kick underneath him and trotting off into the night.

You watched him leave with a full smile on your face and a few more butterflies in your stomach. You turned around once he was out of sight only to be met with your mother standing in the doorway of your bedroom with a straight face, staring back at you.

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watchingovergvff · 10 months

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Sunkissed- Jake Kiszka

Summary: Spending a day by the pool with Jake. Can it get any better than this?

Genre: Established Relationship. Fluff.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Alcohol. Implied Sexual Relations.

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The sun beamed through every window in the house. Summer was in full spring, not a drop of rain in the sky. The air conditioner was fighting for its life during this harsh summer day. As the days grew hotter, you and Jake opted for little to no clothes and freezing cold drinks. Insecurities were non existent when the weather was nearing a hundred degrees.

Jake had been living in this house, way before you came along. You always joked with Jake saying, you only agreed to date him because he had a pool. Once you had moved in with Jake, you spent at least eighty percent of your time in the pool.

So, when you checked the weather this morning and found out the temperature would be well over ninety, you decided to make it a pool day. Jake hasn’t been home a whole lot in the past year, enough to enjoy the pool to the same extent as you. He had practically jumped out of the bed when you had suggested a pool day together.

“How about I cut some fruit to eat and you make us drinks?” you ask.

Not bothering to give you a verbal reply, Jake salutes you and walks toward the kitchen to get started. Laughing at his childish attitude, you scurry to your shared closet looking for a bathing suit.

You normally wore your one piece suit, mostly because when you used the pool it was just you and you swam for hours. But, since Jake was spending the day by the pool with you, you decided to wear a cute little floral bikini. He had bought you this swimsuit last summer, claiming you always wore the same one and he wanted to make sure you had more than one to choose from. You wanted to look nice for him, also knowing Jake well enough to know he would be taking pictures of you all afternoon. He insists that being your photographer is his favorite pastime.

Pulling on a t-shirt over your swimsuit, you trot out into the kitchen to start cutting the fruit. Walking over to Jake, you peer over his shoulder trying to get a good look at what he’s doing. Without even looking at you, Jake allows a small smirk to grace his face due to your presence. “Whatcha doing, sweet girl?”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you nuzzle your face into his back.

“Just checking on you. Are you going to change into your shorts before you come out to the pool?”

“Yeah, do you want to go ahead and start on the fruit while I change?”

You nod, lifting your head from his back to allow him to move. “I’ll cut it up and then put it in the fridge. When you get done, just bring it out with you.”

“Mkay.”

Jake sets down the cups, gently removing your arms from his waist. He gives you a quick forehead kiss and scooches past you, heading to your bedroom.

Getting to work on the fruit, you quietly hum a tune Jake had put on in the car the other day. Watermelon, strawberries, and peaches were all diced and sliced perfectly, after what felt like forever. You put them all into a container, placing them inside the fridge.

Pulling out your essential pool supplies, you make a list of all the things you need. Towels, sunscreen, speaker, and sunglasses are all you can think of, leaving the rest up to Jake in case you forgot anything.

Slipping on your sunglasses and sandals, you head out to the backyard. You ‘gracefully’ carry all the supplies outside, setting them on your lawn chair. Not able to wait for Jake to come outside, you rip off your shirt and tiptoe to the pool. Instead of starting the music on the speaker, you let Jake have the reins to the music playing this evening.

Practically launching yourself into the pool, you couldn’t help but groan in relief of the cold water. The hot sun may have been beating down on you moments ago, but underneath the water you feel cool at last.

Finally popping your head out of the water, needing to catch your breath, you spot Jake making his way out of the back door. His smile was wide, fully expecting you to already be in the pool. Shaking the drink in his hand, Jake motions for you to get out for a minute. You rush up the stairs and out of the pool, making your way to Jake. “Here's your drink, madam.”

Grabbing the cup out of his hand, you take a sip out of the fruity drink he made. Humming in satisfaction, you lick the remaining liquid off your lips.

“So good, hun. Thank you. Do you need help carrying out the snacks?”

“No, I've got it. Give me one second, I’ll go grab it real quick.”

Watching Jake jog back inside, you take a seat in your chair. The sun heats your face, causing the drink in your hand to sweat. Seconds later, Jake appears back outside, fruit in hand. He takes a seat next to you, plucking the treats out of the bowl and handing it to you. Giving him a grateful smile, you lean over closer toward him.

“You wanna put some music on? The speaker should be over there, close to you.”

Reaching down towards the ground, Jake retrieves the tiny speaker. “Do you have any preferences for what we listen to?”

“That's up to you, love. I figured I'd let you DJ this afternoon.”

“Well how sweet of you. Finish up that fruit and you can get back in the pool.”

Scoffing at his words, you say, “Okay Mom.”

He giggles at your words, a smile wide on his face.

The two of you finish up some fruit and your drinks, while chatting mindlessly about anything and everything. The band has been super busy with work lately, but they were granted a few vacation days in the next week or two. You had suggested to Jake that y’all should throw a pool party soon. Keeping the number of guests to a minimum, you and Jake love hosting parties, but hate too many people. Thank god y’alls friend group was plenty small. Jake finally gets the music started, loud enough where you can hear it throughout the backyard, but not loud enough to not hear each other talk. You get up, wanting to return to the pool.

That is until you hear a whistle leave Jake’s mouth.

Spinning around, you find him scanning your body. You look over your sunglasses at him.

“What?”

“That's the swimsuit I bought you.”

You allow a small smile to grace your face. “It is.”

“You look very pretty.”

“Oh, thank you, Jakey.”

A blush managed to crept up, not just on your face, but on his as well.

Jake makes a move to come closer to you, but you back away from him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your reaction.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get in the pool. I’m pretty sure you said I could get in once I finished my treat, and it looks like I’m done. You can join me if you’d like.” you say, looking over your shoulder at him. He groans in response, watching you strut your way into the pool.

“You're going to kill me, woman.”

You laugh at his dramatics, signaling for him to get in with you. It doesn’t take much to turn Jake into a puddle of mush, especially if it's coming from the woman he loves most.

Throwing back the rest of his drink, Jake runs, jumping into the deep end. He can hear you cackling as the water consumes him. Coming up to the surface, he swims to the shallow end in search of you.

Jake finds you floating on your back, soaking in the warmth of the sun. He can’t help but smile at your glowing face. Scolding himself for not carrying his phone close enough to the pool, so he could take a picture of you.

He scoops your body into his arms, letting you drape into the water. Flinching at his unexpected touch, you open your eyes to look up at him, but find the sun too bright to see. Jake shields your face, in order for you to properly glance at him. Two carefree smiles, sat upon both of your faces.

“Wanna see who can hold their breath the longest?” you challenge.

“Last time we did this, you got mad because I won.” “No, I got mad because you cheated.”

“Uhuh, whatever makes you feel better sweetheart.” You swat at his shoulder, flopping out of his arms.

The two of you play around in the pool for quite a while, long enough for the sun to start setting. Jake slings his body against yours, swaying you back and forth in the water. He hums along to John Denevers “Let It Be”, which pours out of the speaker. Your hands find home within his hair, gently combing out all the tangles and knots.

Your noticeable shivers are what pulls Jake out of his thoughts. His hands run up and down your arms, trying to create some warmth for you. Smiling at his sweet attempt, you twist around in his hold, looking up at him. Caressing the side of his face, you lean up, pecking kisses along his jaw. He closes his eyes at the sensation, allowing his thoughts to be about you, and only you.

“You're chilly, love. Are you ready to head inside?” Jake questions quietly, not wanting to let go of you yet.

“Sure thing.” You continue your attack on his face, not making a move to leave the pool. He all but purrs at your vigorous kisses, but when he feels you shiver again, he pulls you away.

Tucking your wet hair behind your ear, Jake grins at you. The setting sun allows a golden glow to cast upon his face, illuminating his beauty even further.

“Honey, I think it’s time to go in.”

You groan in protest, not entirely ready to leave the pool yet, despite the obvious cold and pruning your body is currently going through.

“How about we compromise?”

“I’m listening.”

“We can take a nice warm shower. I’ll order us some takeout and I'll even throw in a song or two.”

You watch him suspiciously. He continues to wiggle his eyebrows at you, trying to get you to agree.

“Will you wash my hair for me?”

“I sure will.”

“And, you’ll sing the songs for me too. Not just play them on the guitar.”

He lets his eyes wonder, thinking it over.

“Deal.”

“Take me inside, Jakey.”

He makes for the stairs of the pool, holding his hand out to you. Eagerly reaching for his hand, you allow him to tug you along with him out of the pool.

Reaching your lawn chairs, the two of you start to gather your things. Jake wraps your towel around your shoulders, while trying to juggle all of the bowls and glasses. You start to grab all your pool supplies, but he stops you.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll come back out later and bring all that stuff in. Let’s go warm you up in the shower, sweet girl.”

Your smile reaches your eyes, causing them to crinkle. Grinning back at you, he pats your bottom, pushing you forward towards the back door.

Padding up the patio, you remember a part of the deal you forgot to mention to Jake.

“Hey, Jake.”

He hums in question.

“Can I kiss you some more in the shower?”

Jake laughs at your question, never one to say no to you. “Only if we can move it to the couch afterwards.”

“Deal.”

Reaching the back door, Jake swings it open with his hip. Without you paying attention, he sweeps you off your feet and into his arms. You squeal in reaction, begging to be put down.

Letting the door close behind him, Jake carries you to your shared bathroom, while starting his own attack on your face, leaving kisses on your sunkissed skin.

Pushing at his face, trying to put a stop to his wrath. You manage to get him to pull away, only for a second.

“My favorite girl. I love you.”

You nuzzle your face into his chest.

“I love you too, Jakey.”

He resumes his reign of terror right up until you reach the shower. Jake reluctantly sets you down on your feet, but doesn’t allow you to get too far away.

Jake keeps you close not just through the shower, but the rest of the night and throughout the following morning. He would rather spend all day getting sunburnt with you, than be anywhere else without you.

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milkgemini · 1 year

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Insomnia

Pairing: Jake Kiszka X f!reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: smut! Minors DNI 18+ fingering (f receiving), handjob, slight cum play, language

I have to get gas before work…

But that means I won’t have enough time to get a coffee…

Can I make it with 34 miles left….?

You rolled over onto your other side.

I wonder who’s on the schedule tomorrow…

I hope Mark isn’t working … that will be such a long day

Is it too late to call out…?

Accepting your sleepless fate, you turned to lay flat on your back. The comforter pressed against your bare skin, tightly tucked under your arms. Your hands are folded, lying against your chest.

Without realizing, you naturally sigh a deep breath of frustration. Your eyes flick to your right side.

Jake lies next to you, his left arm tucked against his face as his stomach presses into the mattress.

He begins to shuffle alongside the sheets. His fist rubbing against his eye.

He opens the other with a squint, and catches you staring up at the ceiling, your face emotionless.

“Mmm, what’s the problem?” The rasp of his voice is caused by exhaustion.

“Can’t sleep.” You turn your body to face him. Both of your hands are tucked flat under your head, sandwiched between the pillow.

Jake groans, his eyes are shut again as he wraps an arm around you until his palm is flat to your back. He pulls you closer to him. The feeling of his warm, naked skin against yours creates a tickling sensation at the base of your spine.

You release an arm from against the pillow and find Jake’s face in the darkness. You watch yourself intently as you trace the slope of his nose. Light as a feather assuming he’s already fallen back asleep, you scrape your fingernails against his hairline to tuck a strand behind his ear.

His palm resting on the small of your back travels lower, excruciatingly slow.

Your eyes remain locked on his face, studying his reaction, unsure of his motive.

With your left leg straddling his hip, he situates his thigh between your legs.

The pad of your fingertip traces his cupid's bow, dragging lower until you pull his bottom lip down with a pop.

A wide grin paints across his face as he chuckles through his nose.

Finally, he opens his eyes. They’re round and you swear you see the reflection of the moon in them as he blinks up at you.

His nose slots against yours, pressing into your cheek as he asks, “Can I help you?”

“Excuse me?” You pull your face away in offense.

“No..” his gravelly voice trails off as the palm of his hand slides down the middle of your stomach.

He uses pressure with his second finger, allowing it to press deeper. He leads with it as he slides the digit through your slit, feeling your wet skin.

“With this…” He doesn’t look you in the eye. His gaze finds your lips immediately.

You catch his stare and attempt to close the gap before he dodges your lips. His nose brushes against your cheek bone.

“I like to watch…”

You whimper in response to his words.

“And listen.” His perfectly straight teeth peek through his smirk.

Jake stills his finger against you.

Without even having to think, you wrap your fingers around the base of his neck for leverage as you grind against him.

He watches, eyes flitting back and forth between the hard work you’re putting in and your face contorting in pleasure.

He listens for the warning signs.

The quickened breaths. The high pitched moans.

He studies your face.

The furrowed brow. Your teeth digging into your bottom lip.

He feels you pulse against his skin.

You’re so close, and he knows it.

Your fingernails scrape against the skin on the back of his neck.

That warm feeling between your hips begins to rise to the surface.

“No! Please… What the fuck, Jake?” You whine.

He slides his finger from between your lower lips, immediately licking against the length of the digit to taste you.

That devious smirk finds his face again.

He brings the same finger to your mouth, reveling in the sight of your lips suctioned tight as your tongue swirls around it on the inside.

You feel Jake subconsciously begin to rub up against your skin.

He removes his finger from your mouth and presses against your left shoulder, leading you to lay on your back once more.

He turns on his side to better hover over you.

His eyes are wide with wonder as he rests his weight against his propped up forearm.

His fingers find your core again, this time traveling further down to dip inside.

He starts off slow, easing only his middle finger in at first. He pulls it out from you slowly, using the same pace to push it back inside.

His stare feels as if he’s boring holes through you as he watches your reaction from above.

He removes his finger from you completely to spread your knees farther apart.

When he returns this time, you are reminded of the stretch of Jake’s middle and ring finger entering you at once.

He pumps them both inside of you with force. Each time you moan, he calls back to you with one of his own.

He presses the pad of his thumb against your clit and rubs you with each drive of his fingers.

His cock slides against the bone of your hip in perfect unison.

With your right hand, you reach between the two of you, your fingers wrapping around his length.

You squeeze the base of him and he rewards you with a whimper no louder than a whisper.

“More..” he chokes out to you, begging to feel the palm of your hand slide up and down him.

You bend your thumb to swirl around his slit, gathering the precum leaking from it.

You drag the remnants on your thumb down the flat of your tongue before spitting into your hand.

You return to pump his length against your slick palm.

He thrusts up into your fist.

You tighten your grip around his cock, silently asking for more from him.

Like the smart man he is, Jake picks up on the hint.

When his fingers can reach no more, he rubs against the spongy wall inside of you.

You buck your hips at the immense amount of pleasure, grunting at his actions.

With his free hand, he slides it under your head, bringing your face to him without ceasing his movements inside of you.

He leads into the kiss with tongue, the wet muscle sliding against your own. He licks into you, and you swallow down his moans.

He reels himself in and begins to kiss you softer. Teasing you by making you chase his lips. He barely presses them to yours as his pace changes.

Jake’s middle and ring finger begin flicking into your walls deep inside of you. The heat returns to your core.

You arch your hips to the ceiling, lifting yourself off the mattress as he presses into you faster.

“Jake, I-“ You can barely get out the words. Your eyes begin to squeeze shut as you bunch the sheets between your fingers.

He knows what you mean.

“I want it.” His voice is low with need.

He thrusts himself through your tight fist.

Jake can feel it first from farther up inside.

“Fuuckk yes, please.” He whines for you.

Your arousal trickles down the palm of his hand. He coaxes his fingers in you faster. The sounds of your wetness are accompanied by your quick, panting breaths.

“There’s so much. Look at you.” He changes his motions and pumps the digits between your walls.

Jake retracts his fingers from you, and flattens his palm, using all four to slide quickly against your clit.

“That’s it.” He coaxes you. “Let it all out for me.”

You writhe underneath his touch, the feeling of your orgasm too good to stop.

He glides his palm against the entire expanse of your core, collecting your wetness.

Jake smacks his hand against the wet sheets, showing you how soaked they truly are.

He removes your fist from around his length to replace it with his own, slick with your cum.

You watch as he pumps himself, half of his fist slipping over the tip.

He fucks up into his own hand. His grunts turn into whines.

Through your own haze, you notice as his heels dig into the mattress.

You press the flat of your palm against his chest.

“Let go for me, Jake.” Your lips whisper against the shell of his ear.

He responds back with a drawn out moan, begging his body to release.

His cum leaks from the tip in pulsing pumps, rolling down his knuckles.

He continues to stroke himself, using his cum to slick the skin together.

His brows are tightly knit, the pleasure becoming overbearing.

His body goes limp as he releases his grip around himself.

With his eyes still shut, you reach for his wrist. Tightening your fingers around it, you bring his palm, slick with cum, to your mouth, and lick the skin clean.

He uses his grip on the back of your head to smash your lips against yours, tasting himself on your tongue.

Jake breaks the kiss from you before you're ready to let go.

“Baby?” He questions you.

“Hmm?” You pout to him in confusion.

“Will you stay home from work tomorrow?”

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ageofbarbarians · 2 years

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Bent Over // J.T.K

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: You and Jake had thrown a small dinner party so he could discuss things regarding the new album. You were bored most of the day since his attention was mainly drawn towards the boys so you decide to play a little game...

Warnings: Adult Content 18+ MINORS DNI! Language, Heavy Smut, Choking, Hair Pulling, Name Calling, Penetration, Oral (M & F Receiving), Handcuffs, Personal Massager, Gagging.

Word Count: 7.7K

M A S T E R L I S T

Jake was pissed. Pissed was honestly an understatement, but it was your fault for getting yourself into this situation, and honestly? You didn’t even care. You were thrilled. A little scared of what was to come, but more excited than anything.

Jake had talked to you a couple of days ago about having his brothers over for dinner to discuss the new album. You agreed since you enjoyed their company, but when the day came, you didn’t realize Jake would pay you almost no attention. Not that you needed it, but if you knew it was going to be that way you would’ve invited a friend to keep you company.

The morning had started with a heated make-out session but it never went any further than that even though you both were wound up. Jake had a lot to do when it came to prepping, and you decided to help him. He threw his ideas at you that he was going to pitch to the boys and they were all great, but it was all he was talking about the entire day. Sure, you knew he was nervous but even for just a few minutes you wanted to talk about a different topic, you didn’t even care what it was.

You were extremely supportive of Jake and you were beyond proud of how far he and the boys have come, but he’s been so busy with this new album and it wouldn’t be long until he would leave for tour again and you would be left alone. It was one of the things you dreaded about your relationship. You were hoping there was a chance you would get to go on this leg of the tour but you weren’t going to hold your hopes high.

Jake had run off to take a quick shower, leaving you to do the rest of the food prep. There wasn’t much left but you would’ve preferred his help to get it done quicker. You could hear the shower running upstairs and music was muffled from the speaker you left in the bathroom. You continued chopping up some fruit and it wasn’t long before you heard the water shut off.

The timing was almost perfect since there was a knock on the door and you could hear the three obnoxious boys outside. You wiped your sticky hands off with a wet paper towel and dried them off on your skirt. You gave your appearance a once over in the mirror in your living room before you went to open the door. You wore one of Jake’s t-shirts that was tied in the front to resemble a crop top and a black skirt that hit around the middle of your thighs.

“Hey guys, so good to see you!” You gave a friendly smile to your boyfriend's brothers and let them inside. Josh gave you a quick peck on the check and you did the same as you gave him a quick hug. You hugged Sam and Danny and lead them towards the kitchen where you continued to do your prep.

"Hey mama, how are you?" Josh greeted before going to sit at the bar along the counter.

“Where’s Jake? Why is he leaving you to do all the work?” Sam asked. You laughed and shook your head. He went to the sink and washed his hands before grabbing a knife from one of the drawers and started cutting up so veggies.

“He just got out of the shower. He was helping me earlier, he should be down in a minute.” You finished cutting up some strawberries and put them into a large glass bowl.

“How have you been, Y/N? We haven’t seen you in a while.” Danny piped up. You looked up at him as he was sitting across from you at the bar. You shrugged and began washing some blackberries.

“It’s been okay. Just trying to finish up school and I’ve been working a lot. What about you guys? I’ve missed having you guys around.” You responded simply.

You used to have the boys over almost every night. There was always something going on, whether it was a fire, having a movie night, or even just drinking to get drunk. You loved having them around and they were like family to you. They were all extremely protective but they knew in the end that you were Jake’s, and only Jake’s.

“Hey, guys.” Jake appeared in the kitchen and smiled lightly at them. His hair was still damp but you scanned his body, a small wave of heat rushing to your core. It was crazy how just looking at him made you feel some type of way, but you just knew he was the one. His outfit was simple. A black shirt that only had a few of the bottom buttons buttoned, a pair of light wash jeans, a pair of his favorite boots, and he had on a couple of necklaces that hung down onto his chest. It wasn’t something that was out of the ordinary for him to wear but just right at this moment, he looked extremely sexy.

“Making the misses do all the work?” Sam teased.

“I know right? He never even helps me.” You playfully rolled your eyes and Jake shook his head.

“Did you tell them that I didn’t help you? That’s not even true!” He sat a glass of wine in front of you and opened a beer for himself.

“Yeah, she did. She told us how she isn’t satisfied in bed either and she might need help from a real man.” Josh chimed in. You gasped at his crude comment and started rapidly shaking your head.

“Josh shut up that is not even close to being true. I did tell them that you were helping me, they're just being assholes.” You turned towards Jake and leaned your head on him. Josh laughed and Jake just glared at him.

This conversation was one of the first things that pissed Jake off.

About a half hour later all of the side dishes were done and all Jake had to do was finish grilling. You decided to keep it simple with some hamburgers and hotdogs, and a couple of the vegan ones for Sam. The five of you sat around the table that was on your back deck and the boys began talking about upcoming promotions.

You weren’t paying too much attention to their conversation, considering most of it you didn’t even understand. They talked about what they were going to do for the promotions, what they should do for merch, what songs they should release as singles, and the list just kept going on and on. Out of all of the things that they talked about, the merch and music were really all that made sense to you. You sat there quietly eating your food, moving things around with a fork just waiting for the dinner to be over with so you could have Jake to yourself for the rest of the evening. You sipped on your wine, deciding if you should just bring out the entire bottle since you knew you'd finish it yourself or if you should just keep it classy and leave it in a glass. You decided to just keep it in a glass because you didn't need any questions from Jake or the boys. Even though it wouldn't have been the first time but now just wasn't the time.

"What do you think, babe?" Jake tapped his finger in front of you and you looked up from your plate, not even realizing you had completely zoned out from the conversation. You blinked at him a few times and he sighed, realizing you weren't paying attention.

"For the tour, what do you think a good idea for the name would be? That's one of the main things we haven't really figured out." He repeated his question and you looked back down at your food and thought for a moment. You were honestly surprised that they were even asking for your input considering they were doing most of the figuring out themselves. You thought back to the overall concept of the tour that they were going for. Since the cover and the album name were decided you realized that the color scheme was black and gold. You had even seen a couple of Josh's outfits that he would be wearing for portions of the tour as well as photoshoots.

"What about the Dreams in Gold Tour? You guys have a lot of gold for the promos and one of the songs is Weight of Dreams, I mean it would make sense." You shrugged and looked at each one of the boys to gauge their reaction. They didn't say anything and they just stared and you suddenly started to feel embarrassed for even answering his question. You should've just shrugged it off.

"Y/N, you are literally a fucking genius." Josh slammed his hands on the table, and almost spilled his drink all over the table in the process. Jake rubbed one of his feet against your ankle and smiled at you.

"I love it. I think it fits the whole vibe perfectly. Josh, you even have some gold outfits too don't you?" Sam asked. You went back to eating your food as the boys carried on the rest of their conversation. You finished your plate and quickly finished off the last portion of your wine. Jake looked at you as he licked his lips, not even meaning anything by it and the simple action sent a chill down your spine.

You grabbed your plate as well as Jake's and his empty beer bottle to take inside. You also grabbed your wine glass with the other hand and made your way toward the sliding glass door. Everybody's backs were to you for the most part besides Jakes so you decided to 'drop' a napkin. You bent over, picking it up knowing that your ass was pretty much on full display from the short skirt riding up on your legs. Ironically enough you had worn a black thong that just so happened to be Jake's favorite. You heard him cough from behind you so you stood back up and looked over your shoulder. He continued to cough and you realized he was choking on his drink.

"Hey dude, you good?" Danny asked. He turned around to look at you since Jake was looking at you in disbelief but you just made your way inside.

"Yeah no, no, I'm good, just went down the wrong pipe." Jake waved him off and he cleared his throat a couple of times. The boys carried on their conversation and you could just feel Jake's stare burning into your back. You looked at him through the glass door and his eyes were stuck on you while he held a glass of wine in his hand, giving you a look that you couldn't quite read. You held up his plate, in a way to ask if he wanted some more food. He shook his head and took another sip of his drink, returning to the conversation with his brothers.

You decided to put some more food on your plate and poured yourself another glass of wine and made your way back outside. You sat back down next to Jake this time and you picked at the variety of fruit with your fingers, not even bothering to grab a fork. You sat your left hand on Jake's lap, drawing small circles on his thigh. You tried not to make the movements obvious since this was all a part of the little game you wanted to play. You moved your hand further towards the inside of his thigh and gave a small squeeze. You could feel his body tense up.

"Y/N, are you coming on tour with us this year?" Josh asked. He took a sip of his drink and another bite of his food.

"I don't know yet. When does the first leg start? I'd love to go, but that's only if Jake thinks it's a good idea. I only have a semester left of school. As you said his name you grazed your hand over the middle of his jeans, which caused him to shift in his seat. You looked at Jake as you softly grabbed his crotch, all of the boys still oblivious as to what was going on.

"What do you think Jakey?" You brought your hand back up above the table and took a large sip of your wine. It was rare that you called him Jakey, but most of the time it was when you wanted something from him.

"I think it would be fine, what do you guys think?" Jake answered a little too quickly and you smiled behind your glass, knowing he was flustered. His hand came down onto your thigh and he gave you a warning squeeze, in a way to signal you to stop. You spread your legs a little further apart and his eyes moved down towards the skirt that was beginning to ride up against your thighs.

"I don't see why not. She hasn't been on tour with us yet. It would be a good chance for her to travel. Think of it as a graduation gift." Sam laughed and so did the other two boys, Jake on the other hand was getting fed up with your teasing actions. He tried to play it off by giving them a small smile as he nodded his head.

"Just remember we are all in very close quarters, the walls or the bunk curtains aren't soundproof." Josh raised a brow at you the two of you and you couldn't help but groan.

"You walked into our house! It's not my fault you showed up unannounced! Just be glad we weren't in the living room." Jake defended and all you could do was cover your face from embarrassment. About two months ago, you and Jake decided to have a quick session before the rest of the boys came over for a movie night. What you didn't know is that they were going to show up early and just invite themselves in. It just happened to be one of the roughest rounds of sex you and Jake ever had, and the three of them could hear you clear as day from upstairs. You only knew they were there because Josh had screamed "Oh God!" before you heard the front door slam shut.

"If it means anything Jake, she sounds heavenly. " Josh smiled at Jake before giving you a small wink, clearly just trying to get a rise out of him, and it sure as hell was working. Josh had made comments like this before and you were used to it since you knew it was all in good fun, mainly just to give him a reason to piss Jake off. Before you and Jake got together, you and Josh had actually had a small fling going on. It was nothing serious since you never slept together but you did kiss each other one night when you were both drunk at a party and you would flirt here and there, but you had always had feelings for Jake. Granted it was years ago, but occasionally Josh would bring it up as a way to get a rise out of Jake, but you still sometimes felt bad about flirting with his brother before you got together with him. They both had told you it was no big deal but for a while, you thought it was wrong. But you were over it at this point. Sometimes you could tell that the feelings still resonated with Josh but he would never overstep a boundary like that and most of the time you did notice he was drunk anyway.

"Maybe you'll have to see for yourself, Josh." You shrugged, finishing off your glass of wine.

"The other twin is always better, what can I say." Josh, Danny, and Sam just laughed since they knew you were just kidding. Jake on the other hand took it seriously and he was just starting to get more pissed off.

"Alright, enough, this isn't a 'hit-on-my-girlfriend' night," Jake mumbled. He squeezed your thigh once again and you sat your hand over the top of his, slowly scratching the top. He looked at you, and the two of you made eye contact. You could tell just from the glint in his eyes that he was getting fed up with you because he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

"I think I'm going to go for a swim, anybody want to join me?" You stood up from the table and started making your way towards the sliding glass door.

"I will! It's hot as hell out here." Sam stood up and followed behind you, and soon everybody began to follow. You started walking up the stairs when you noticed Jake coming straight for you. You skipped every other step and darted down the hallway to the bedroom. You quickly closed the door, careful to not slam it to cause a scene, and locked it. Jake knocked on the door a couple of times and you put your ear up against it.

"Y/N, enough. I know what you're trying to do. You're being a fucking brat." He knocked on the door once more and you smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I'm not doing anything Jakey." You slipped your clothes off, leaving you in your black thong before you went and opened the door. Jake scanned your body with wide eyes before quickly entering the bedroom and shutting the door.

"Really? Because it sure as hell seems like something to me." He scoffed and you walked towards your dresser, sifting through your bathing suits before finding one of the most revealing ones that you could. It was a dark green string bikini. The top was a little too small for your chest but still big enough to cover the front and the bottoms exposed a good majority of your ass. You typically only wore it when you were tanning or home alone with Jake but you had a strong feeling one of the boys would say something about it. Not that you were trying to show off for them, but you really just wanted to tease Jake. Most of the time when you wore this bikini it would always get ripped off of you. You put the bikini in your hand before Jake could see which one you grabbed.

"I'm not, baby. I would never do that to you." You went up and kissed Jake on the cheek before one of his hands gripped the sides of your chin and cheeks. He held your face in place before he stared into your eyes.

"I mean it, Y/N. If you don't knock this shit off it's not going to end well." Jake said quietly as he got closer to your face. His words sent heat down to your core and all you could do was smile at him.

"Or what? What could you possibly do?" You rolled your eyes before pulling yourself away from his grip. You started walking towards the bedroom before Jake lifted you over his shoulder and tossed you down on the bed. He put his hand on the side of your head, pushing you down into the mattress before he leaned over the top of you and whispered in your ear.

"You know exactly what I'll do. Cut the shit." He applied a hard smack to your ass, just barely running his fingers over your clothed core as he removed his hand, which cause you to moan and a smile crept across your face. He stood up and walked over to the dresser to grab his swim trunks and a few other pairs for the boys. He made his way out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself.

You stood up from the bed and quickly changed into your bikini before wrapping yourself in a towel and making your way downstairs. You walked back outside and realized all of the boys were already in the pool. They had their drinks sitting along the edge beside Josh who had his in his hand.

You walked over to the diving board and dropped your towel. Jake was the first one to lay eyes on you and you knew he was furious. Sam and Danny looked in your direction as they had the noise of you stepping on the diving board.

"That color looks great on you, Y/N." Sam complimented and you smiled at him.

"Where did you get it? I need to get it for Mackenzie." Danny's eyes were wide and you knew what he was thinking without even saying it. He looked away toward Sam, being respectful to not stare too long.

"I don't remember. I'll try and find the link for it and send it to you." You walked to the very edge of the diving board before doing a small jump and diving in, swimming right up to Jake. You pushed your hair out of your face and wiped your eyes. Jake put his hands on your waist and you skimmed your hand over his member, noticing he was already half hard.

"Are you fucking serious?" He said quietly through gritted teeth. You shrugged before swimming away from him and grabbing one of the pool floaties to lay on. You jumped up on it and laid down across the plastic material, closing your eyes from the bright sun.

"Josh, can you grab my drink please?" You asked since he was closest to the edge of the pool. He got out and made his way to the table and picked up your wine glass.

"Well, it's empty. Do you want more wine? Red or white?" He asked as he shook the empty glass.

"White please." Josh filled up your glass before getting back into the pool and swimming over to you.

"I know what you're doing, and it's working." He quickly whispered before swimming away from you. You smiled as you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip. You were surprised that he noticed since you weren't trying to be that obvious but maybe he could just tell Jake was pissed off.

The boys carried on their conversation as you lay on the raft trying your best to relax. They splashed each other as they had small arguments over things they just couldn't agree on and you laughed occasionally at their bickering. You hummed to yourself and enjoyed the warmth of the sun hitting your skin.

"I forgot sunscreen. Can I get some help with my back?" You asked as you climbed onto the concrete since your raft had floated to the edge of the pool. You went to one of the boxes that had various supplies for the pool and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen.

"I'll help." Josh piped up. You sat on the edge of the pool, rubbing sunscreen on your legs, stomach, and eventually your chest. As you rubbed it around your bathing suit, you stared at Jake who just shook his head. You handed the bottle to Josh and he put some of the white cream into his hand before applying it to your back.

"Josh, I think I can do it." Jake came over and nudged him out of the way and he began rubbing the sunscreen into your back. Josh put his hands up in defense and went over to Sam and Danny, starting to talk to him about something you couldn't quite hear. You finished off the last of your wine and it began to hit you just right, the tipsy feeling beginning to wash over you.

"Who wants to play chicken?" You asked and the boys agreed.

"I do, Y/N you're on my team." Josh piped up. He swam up to you before dunking his head under the water and you got onto his shoulders. He stood up and you rested your hands on the top of his head.

"Jake, you're on my team, Sammy you be our judge." Danny piped up.

"What if I wanted to be on Y/N's team?" Jake asked with an annoyed tone. Josh shrugged as an 'oh well' and told him that it wasn't fair for us to be on a team together since we were dating.

Jake got onto Danny's shoulders and it wasn't long before you and Jake started to push one either off of Josh or Danny's shoulders.

"Y/N, lean forwards so Jake can't push you back as easy!" Sam coached.

"Sam you're the judge! You aren't supposed to be helping her!" Danny turned his head towards him and shook his head. You did as you were told and as you leaned forward the slightest bit, Jake immediately looked at your chest. You found this as a good opportunity to give him a hard push which sent him and Danny under the water.

"Let's go! We make a great time." Josh laughed as he held out his hand to give you a high five.

You did a few more rounds before Jake eventually pushed you off, sending you and Josh into the water. You came up and ran your hands across your chest and up to your face, before wringing out your hair. You swam over to Jake and grabbed his dick through his shorts. He pulled you against him and he glared at you. You could feel him growing under your touch and you smirked at him before moving your hand slightly.

"I have to get back home to Mac, I guess there is a giant spider in the bathroom and she wants me to come home and kill it." Danny shook his head as he checked his phone. Sam was already out of the pool and dried as he had judged your other couple of games.

"I have to go to the studio for a little bit and finalize some things, Sam do you want to come with me?" Josh asked. Sam nodded his head and everybody went into the house to change. You and Jake said your goodbyes to everyone and after he closed the door you had already started to make your way towards the stairs. Jake followed behind you and it only took seconds for him to catch up to you.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" He asked. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and he started walking you both towards the bedroom. His pace was quick and you had stumbled a bit trying to keep up with him pushing you. As you reached the bedroom he shut the door behind him and he pushed you down onto the bed as he had done earlier. You tried to stand back up but he pushed the top of your head down with his hand.

"What the fuck was all of that? We're you trying to get a rise out of me?" His voice was rough and you could feel his breath against your ear.

"I was just trying to have a little fun, Jakey." You laughed slightly and this just sent him over the edge.

"Really? Do you think it's funny to bend over and almost show them everything under your skirt? Or putting on the sluttiest bikini you own? Or having my fucking brother put sunscreen on for you instead of asking?" His voice got louder and just from him raising your voice, it made you wet. Jake was never one to get upset or raise his voice but there was just something about it that turned you on.

"I asked, he offered. Nothing you can do about it now." You deadpanned. A hard smack was applied to your ass and you moaned quietly to yourself, trying not to let Jake hear.

"I'll show you exactly what I'll do about it. Legs apart. Now." Jake growled. He put his knee in between your legs, separating them before you even had the chance to comply. He undid both of the strings that sat against your hips and pulled the bikini bottoms out from under you, exposing your heat to him.

"Look at you, already dripping. Hands behind your back, slut." He tisked and you could hear the sound of him taking off his swim trunks. You tried to lift your head to look at him but he pushed you back down into the bed. You heard the drawer of his nightstand open and close with a slam. You did as you were told and put your arms behind your back. You felt cold metal against your skin and you immediately realized what it was.

"Baby, let me touch you, please," You begged and tried your hardest to get your hands out of the cuffs but they were too tight against your wrists.

"Not tonight. Dirty little whores don't get to touch. On your knees." Jake commanded. You stood up from the bed and got on your knees in front of Jake. His cheeks were flushed from anger but all you could do was stare at his cock. Precum leaked from his pink tip and the sight made you drip.

"Open." Was all he said before you opened your mouth and he slid into you. Your lips wrapped around him and he began to shift his hips back and forth. It wasn't long before his pace sped up and he was fucking your mouth. He groaned and tilted his head back. You closed your eyes but opened them again as Jake tapped your cheek, signaling you to look at him.

"You take me so well, baby." Spit traveled down your chin, dripping down onto your thighs. Tears slipped down your cheeks from him repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. His fingers wrapped in your hair, tugging at the roots before he shoved himself down the back of your throat. He held you there for a moment before you gagged and he pulled himself out of your mouth. You took in a deep breath of air since you were only breathing from your nose. He pulled upwards on your hair, making you stand up before he pushed your chest down onto the bed.

"Is this what you wanted?" He drug his tip through your folds before slamming into you, not giving you any time to adjust. A loud moan flew past your lips and you clenched around him.

"Fuck, yes Jake," You closed your eyes and just let him take total control over your body. You so badly wanted to grip the sheets but the handcuffs stopped you from moving your hands. You balled your hands into a fist, your knuckles turning white from the pressure. Your legs began to shake and your knees began to buckle under you, causing you to fall slightly.

"Look at my pretty slut, getting fucked so hard she can't even stand." Jake cooed as he sent another sharp thrust into you. You put your face into the bed to muffle your moans.

"Come on, baby. Let me hear you. You're the one who wanted this." Jake grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back and you whimpered but you soon smiled and laughed slightly at the whole scene. Jake leaned over the top of your back, careful not to put his full weight on top of you. He wrapped his free hand around your throat, applying pressure to the sides. A straggled moan escape from you and you felt that familiar feeling beginning to build in the pit of your stomach. His hand cracked against your ass before he dug his free hand into your sides, hard enough that you knew he would leave bruises.

"You're getting close aren't you?" Jake whispered in your ear. You shook your head and Jake sent another forceful thrust into you.

"Don't lie to me. I can feel you clenching around me. You're so pathetic. So desperate for my cock." He applied a hard smack to your ass and applied more pressure to your throat and at that point, you couldn't even make any noise. He continued his forceful pace before he pulled himself out of you and flipped you over onto your back. He spread your legs apart, setting them over his shoulders, and lined himself up at your entrance. His movements were slow but all you could do was watch him.

"Jake, please," You whined. He shook his head and smiled before slowly sliding into you. You moaned softly but it was replaced by a yelp as he sent a harsh thrust into you. He pulled back out slowly, before repeating his movements.

"What do you want baby? You want to cum? All over my cock?" He asked, with his brow raised. He let out a grunt as his hips flew forward into yours. Your back arched and you nodded your head.

"Words love, I need them." He stopped his movements and bent down and pressed a sloppy his to your lips.

"Please," was all you could say and he shook his head.

"Too," Thrust "Fucking," Thrust "Bad," Thrust. His speed picked up and he started rubbing your clit in fast circles. The only noises in the room were your moans bouncing off the walls and the sound of your skin making contact with Jakes. He never let up on his movements.

"Jakey please, please let me cum," You gasped. You were on the brink of spilling over but you knew if you came without him letting you, the situation would be worse. You hated to admit that you were enjoying how rough he was with you but it wasn't often that your sex was rough like this. Jake never wanted to hurt you, but sometimes wished he would be a little more forceful with you.

Jake leaned over you and began biting and kissing your neck. With every bite, he soothed over the area with his tongue. He let go of your throat and smacked your cheek, moaning from the sudden contact. He had never done that before. He put three of his fingers into your mouth, slightly pulling down on your jaw.

"How badly do you want it?" He asked and you couldn't even respond. He removed his fingers from your clit and lifted up the top of your bikini, exposing your breasts. They bounced with every thrust and he grabbed one and wrapped his lips around your swollen nipple, biting at the raised bud. He slid out of you before removing his fingers from your mouth and dropping to his knees and he licked a bold strip up your core. You shifted against the bed and he grabbed your sides, pulling you closer to him. He entered two fingers and curved them upwards and wrapped his lips around your clit.

"Jake I can't hold on much longer, please," You whined loudly and your legs began to tremble. You looked down at the vulgar scene and you made eye contact with the man below you. He nodded his head and you started to see stars as you were on the brink of releasing around him. You moaned loudly and your back arched against the bed. Your wrists pulled against the cuffs and they were for sure going to leave marks. Your eyes screwed shut and your moans could've put a pornstar to shame.

Right as you were about to spill over, Jake halted all of his movements and you're eyes flew open. He shook his head at you as he smirked and he went into the bathroom, leaving you a wrecked mess on the bed. He came back out a minute later with two rags. You raised a brow at him, not sure what he had them for and you shifted back onto the bed.

"Whores don't get to cum. You're not getting away with all of this that easy." Jake came up to you and tapped your chin, signaling you to open your mouth. He put one of the rags into your mouth, shoving it in deep enough so you couldn't spit it out of your mouth. He sat the other rag on the bedside table and he came back over to stand in front of you. Your eyes widened and you began dripping with arousal.

"I don't want to hear another word out of you." He leaned down towards your face, his eyes darker than normal. He grabbed ahold of your chin and applied a smack to your cheek which took you by surprise but it made you moan. He had never been this rough with you but you hated to admit that you were enjoying it.

"Fucking slut. Thinking you can tease me in front of my brothers." He shook his head again, dragging his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal. You whined, waiting for some type of contact. He slid his tip in, before pulling it back out, repeating the process a couple of times. You shifted your hips, hoping to get more contact from him but he just pulled away.

"Stay still. I mean it." You nodded your head, being sure not to move and he slowly slid into you again. Your eyes fluttered shut, waiting for him to move but he never did. You opened your eyes again and he just stared down at you. He brought his hand to the side of your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You gave him doe eyes, as a way to please to keep moving.

"What? What do you want pretty girl?" He questioned, tilting his head. You just whined since even if you tried to speak it wouldn't do any good. Jake slowly began to move his hips, his pace slow enough to be torturous. You tried moving your hips to meet his and he stopped, giving you a look. He waited a moment before slowly moving. You could feel how deep he was inside of you but the pace just wasn't enough, not for a time like this

You whined again, trying to get him to move faster and he did, slowly but surely. It didn't take long before his hips began meeting yours and his thrusts were hard. You moaned into the rag, so badly wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel and you desperately wanted the stupid rag out of your mouth but you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you.

One of his hands came up to cup your breasts and he stared down at the scene below him, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease, not even caring that you had no control over the situation. Your back arched as he hit the deepest part of you, making that feeling in the pit of your stomach return. You could feel yourself clenching around him and he sped up, slamming his hips into yours. Your eyes screwed shit, moaning out into the rag. Even with the rag muffling the noise it was still loud. You knew you were on the brink of spilling over again from how hard you were clenching around Jake, and he knew it too.

He pulled out of you again and you whined, tears starting to brim your eyes from the way he was edging you. He walked over to your side of the bed and opened your bedside drawer. You couldn't think of what he could have been grabbing until it hit you.

Jake held up the black vibrator you owned and your eyes went wide. There had only been a few occasions where you had used it, and it was typically when he wasn't home. You weren't even sure how he knew you had it.

"Didn't think I knew about this did you?" He waved it in front of you and you couldn't even make a noise. You felt bad that you had never told him about the fact that you had owned it, but you weren't sure how he would feel. It wasn't often you used it since you had bought it when he was on tour and you needed some way to satisfy yourself.

"I found it one day when I was cleaning. I wish you would've told me. Imagine all of the videos I could've had you send me. That pretty little pussy throbbing just for me over the fact that my cock wasn't here to satisfy you. What a damn shame." Jake shook his head again and his words made you melt. He clicked the button and you heard the quiet vibrator come to life. He put it up to the highest speed and your eyes widen. You had never even gone up that far.

Jake lined himself up at your entrance before he slid into you. He put the head of the massager on your clit and you immediately moaned, knowing you wouldn't last long from how sensitive you were. Jake flew his hips forward, continuing his brutal pace. He pressed the massager down harder onto your clit and your back arched. He ripped the rag out of your mouth, a loud, whiny moan filling the room.

"Fuck! Jake!" You gasped and tried to shift away from his grip but it was useless. Your eyes screwed shut and a series of loud moans flew past your lips. You were so close. He pulled out a moment later, flipping you onto your back before uncuffing you and flipping you back over. He entered you again, returning to his deadly pace. He sat the vibrator against your clit and your hands flew to his back. The one thing you had wanted the entire time.

Your nails raked down Jake's back, hard enough that you were going to leave marks, but neither of you cared. You both were too lost in the moment to even think about anything after this. The feeling of your orgasm swelled in your stomach, only seconds away from the brink of your release.

"Please let me cum, oh my fucking god," Your teeth ground together and a groan left your mouth.

"Beg for it. Tell me what you want." Jake spoke in between thrusts, still not letting up his pace.

"Shit, let me cum, please Jake, please. I won't tease you like that again I promise. Please I just want to cum around your cock. Fuck youre so big, I love the way you stretch me out." You whined, hoping the extra compliment at the end would give you some points. It wasn't that you were lying, Jake was pretty big. At first, it took a lot of getting used to but now he fits you so well.

"Look at me. Who do you belong to?" He asked, getting close to your face. You looked into his eyes and let out a breathy 'you'.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Who owns you?" He asked louder this time.

"You! Fuck!" You gasped and if he didn't let you cum now, there would've been no saving yourself. Tears slid down your cheek from the intense pleasure.

"Cum for me, pretty girl." He smiled at you as he held your chin with his free hand, making sure that you kept eye contact with him. You moaned loud enough to be heard from the entire house. Your back arched and you couldn't help but close your eyes. You felt an unfamiliar feeling of wetness and Jake moaned loudly before his thrusts became sloppy.

"God, look at the way you squirt all over me. Fuck, you're so sexy when you cum," He moaned out before he stilled and you could feel look hot, sticky strings of him inside you. He tossed the vibrator somewhere on the bed before he pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed next to you.

The two of you laid there for a moment, trying to comprehend what had even just happened. You both were breathless, trying your hardest to regain your composure. Jake eventually got up, grabbing the rag he had set on his bedside table and he started to clean you up. As he made contact with your core, you shook, closing your legs together and he laughed.

"Little sensitive, hm?" You nodded at him, still not even able to form words. Jake walked into the bathroom and you could hear the sound of the bathtub beginning to fill. You sat up on your elbows and looked towards the doorway. He came out a moment later and sat next to you on the bed. His thumb came up and wiped your cheek from the wetness that remained from your tears.

"Was that too much?" He asked quietly and you immediately shook your head.

"No, no not at all. I loved it honestly. That might've been the best sex we've ever had." You bit your lip and he laughed, nodding his head.

"I might have to agree. If it's ever too much, please tell me, okay?" He asked reassuringly. You nodded your head and he applied a soft kiss to your lips. He picked you up, one of his arms under your legs and the other supporting your back. He carried you into the bathroom and sat you on the toilet, giving you a little privacy so you could pee, and he returned a few minutes later with some fresh towels for the both of you. You tried to stand but immediately started falling to the floor before Jake caught you. You both laughed, and he picked you up, setting you into the warm water.

"I love you more than words can even describe," Jake whispered as he slid into the tub behind you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned back against his chest.

"I love you too." You closed your eyes and relaxed into the water. Jake quietly hummed one of the new songs that was yet to be released that you had only heard on one other occasion and that was at the studio. Just from the way it sounded you knew it was going to be your favorite.

If you could spend every night like that, you would.

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You're My Best Friend

Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Summary: When your best friend Jake asks you to watch his cats and apartment for him, memories of your time spent together in his home come to mind. When he comes home, things are the same yet also completely different.

Enjoy!!! Also pls let me know what you think...through reblogs or messages to me. I love to talk about my little stories, it means so much to me. Also I'm already thinking about a part 2 w smut so if that sounds like something you'd be interested in lmk.

Word Count: 8.2k Warnings: swearing, cats, a little angst over money, slow burn, besties to lovers, Jake being just a regular dude (my favorite)

Being best friends with Jake Kiszka was a lot of fun. Good music, good alcohol and good times were all things Y/N enjoyed with him. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a life when Jake wasn’t around, she had other friends and plenty of interests that didn’t involve him. But the thing was that for the past two and a half years, Jake had been around.

The pandemic had kept him in Nashville by her side rather than touring the world. Because of the pandemic, it also meant everyone was limited from seeing people. Not being able to see anyone besides his brothers led Jake to seek comfort in something else. And as much as he loved hanging out with Y/N, he could only see her every so often. Much to his brothers and her confusion, he decided to adopt some furry friends.

Jake had called her up and said, “Which do you think cats prefer, fish treats or shrimp treats?”

“Shrimp are better,” She replied easily. “But why?”

“Ok, shrimp. Oh…I have become a father.” He said easily.

“Jake, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“You’ll see, come over later, shrimp.” He finished and then hung up. From that moment forward, Jake had found a new nickname for his best friend.

When Y/N showed up at his apartment later, she saw what he had been talking about. Two cats. One was an older blonde mancoon mix. The other was a younger, maybe just a year old, black long haired cat. Pretentiously named ‘Falcor’ and ‘Onyx’ but actually called ‘Cheese’ and ‘Hot Dog’. Jake spoiled them with treats and learned all of their idiosyncrasies over the next six months. As much as she liked cats, Y/N honestly didn’t spend all that much time with them. Before long the world was back in a place where the band could tour and naturally music was Jake’s first love and the cats couldn’t exactly jetset with him.

This was the first time Jake had asked his best friend to do more than just water a few of his plants while he was gone. And even that she felt like she was a little out of practice with. Still, watching cats was a lot more than going over to his place every day for half an hour to water the plants. This required her to stay at Jake’s place.

Jake walked her through the cats’ entire spiel, but still the first day left Y/N confused and worried about how she would perform as their caregiver. She tried her best to make them happy, feeding them the shrimp treats and turning on the shower faucet so that Cheese could drink water the way Jake said he liked.

Jake asked her to send as many pictures as she thought was best, so she sent multiple videos and pictures a day, hoping they’d give him some joy while stuck inside planes and buses. Still, a lot of her day was relatively empty. It left her to explore Jake’s apartment. She’d been there hundreds if not thousands of times. It was, by all accounts, extremely Jake.

The walls were a nice off white and delicately and tastefully decorated with art that was dark and interesting along with a few band posters that were signed and framed. House plants littered a bookshelf that received plenty of sunlight from the large windows at the front of his second story place. A blue rug spanned across the living room.

There was a room with a door Jake kept shut from the cats. His music room. One Les Paul hung left behind on the wall next to his first ever acoustic that his dad had given him. Various awards were placed lovingly across a vanity and a futon was in there if Jake ever had a guest.

Despite the futon, Jake had insisted that she sleep in his bed while he was away.

“You can use my bed,” He said off-handedly as he gestured to his bedroom.

“Not the futon?”

“Why would you sleep on the futon when the bed is open and perfectly and completely comfortable, shrimp?”

She wasn’t really against it, but it felt weird to be sleeping in Jake’s bed for over a couple months. “It’s your bed.”

“And? You’ve slept in it before, shrimp, now it’s just gonna be without me. The boys like sleeping in it when someone’s in there, too.”

She smiled tightly, finding no way to refuse, not really knowing why she would refuse anyway. “’Kay. Me and the boys’ll keep it warm for ya’.”

Jake had grinned at her with his sparkling brown eyes and thrown his arms around her in a squeezing hug. “Miss you already,” He mumbled into her ear before making kissy noises to the two furballs lurking in the hallway before walking out the door.

On some occasions she’d wander into the music room to take the acoustic down from the wall. She’d take a seat on the futon and check the tuning of it. When Jake learned that his best friend knew how to play guitar – barely, as she always said – but didn’t tune by ear, he scoffed and insisted that he teach her.

He also thought capos were the devil, but she refused to acquiesce to his music snobbery and brought one of her own. She placed it against the third fret and began to strum at the strings. They weren’t new, but they also weren’t terribly old, she could feel them against her fingers. Jake must have restrung them within the past three months.

Thinking about Jake, playing his beloved guitar in his music room made her fingers twitch into a familiar pattern. The first song Jake had also insisted that she learn, four years ago. She told him she mostly just played old country songs her grandfather used to play for her as a child. While Jake had genuinely smiled and silently admired her playing, he had also ribbed her for being a country bumpkin and insisted she learn something not so boring. She had rolled her eyes and reminded him that he was from a smaller town than she was.

“You gotta learn something more upbeat. Get the blood pumping.” He elbowed her playfully and carefully shoved his guitar into her lap.

“What song?”

Jake shook his head, instead instructing her on which chords to play. “Strum an F major 7, C, good. G. Just repeat that five times.”

He nodded his head as she strummed and listened to his words. Every so often she looked between the neck where her fingers played a little clumsily and Jake’s face. His lips quirked in an encouraging smile as he raised his brows at her, wanting her to continue.

“Okay now A minor. Then back to C, and G.” He pauses when she fumbles the chords. “Repeat through A minor and then a Dsus 2.”

She went through the chords, slowing as it becomes more complicated and then pausing completely when she gets to the Dsus chord. She felt embarrassed, her face flushing. At the time, Jake was already a good friend, but it was still relatively early in their friendship. They’d only known each other for a year. She still got overwhelmed by his famous musician energy, as well as his sheer undeniable talent. It was hard to ignore in a situation like this.

“I don’t, um,” She took a breath, eyes fluttering down at the guitar where her fingers hovered, confused. “I don’t know that one. I just know the basics, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jake smiled quickly, immediately remembering when he was an initial learner and dialing back his instruction. Less demanding and more explanation. “Here,” He offered, scooting closer on his futon, bumping their knees together when he reached his left hand to cover hers.

His body had angled to almost envelop hers so that he could comfortably have his hand over hers on the neck. He moved her fingers into the correct pattern to create the chord. It wasn’t all that complicated in truth, but something new was always daunting simply because it was previously unknown.

She glanced at his face for confirmation that she had gotten it correct after experimentally strumming the chord. His hand still encassed hers as he smiled back at her. He had taken a breath through his nose and she remembered it hitting her cheek, warming her further. The strands of his hair had been falling in front of his face, almost tickling her as well. He had been so warm and soft against her before returning to his more respectfully distanced seat a few inches away.

He murmured a few more repeat chords and she followed his guidance before he made her start over. As she strummed more assuredly, Jake began to sing softly and the song became clear to her. A grin spread across her lips as she looked over at her friend singing one of his favorite songs as she strummed it, only fumbling a few of the chords. She laughed when it happened, no longer taking the playing too seriously. Jake giggled along with her while singing the words, causing them to grin at one another.

“I should’ve known it was Jumper,” She said after they finished. “You’re such a Third Eye Blind junkie, so predictable, Jacob.”

Jake shook his head in slight embarrassment, “What can I say? They just speak to my emo soul.”

Now she was alone on the futon, working through the chords. Smiling down at the frets, she sang the words softly, wishing it was Jake’s pretty voice instead of hers.

A lot of the days she lounged in Jake’s bed, luxuriating in the fluffy expensive comforter Jake had bought to cover his bed. He had an uncharacteristic amount of pillows. Six for one man, she thought it was absurd until she slept there for two weeks and found it unbelievably comfortable. He was a genius, she thought and let him know over text with a picture of the two cats curled against her neck and her stomach while she laid in his bed.

Jake responded almost immediately with a request to facetime. I miss my boys, he texted. Need some boy time. She giggled to herself, looking down unattractively at her screen, before pressing the facetime call, adjusting the camera angle and immediately fussing with her hair a little bit in the camera.

It connects and before she knows it, Jake’s face is appearing on her screen. He looks to be seated on a couch with a window behind him, the scenes moving quickly behind him. He was on the tour bus, hair messily braided and eyes looking tired but delighted at his own screen. His face looked tanner than the last time she’d seen him in person, a mustache and a little goatee trying to take residence on his face. The little hoops Jake had gotten when she had gone to the piercing and tattoo parlor with him a few days before he left were on display and made her smile at the memory.

“Hey rockstar, your boys miss you,” She pans the camera to show Cheese who was still against her sternum. The blonde cat nuzzled his head at her attention and writhed onto his back, somehow knowing to make a show of it for Jake.

Jake laughs happily and greets Cheese before Y/N brings it back to her face, making sure to keep Hot Dog in frame. She brings the camera closer to the black cat who was sleepily cuddled against her shoulder. He chirps at Jake in the screen, causing Jake to coo childishly. His best friend laughs and shakes her head at him, returning once more to the original framing of the video.

“There’s your boys, your children,” She smiles. “How are the other boys, your brothers?”

Jake flicks a falling strand of hair out of his face and looks to his right, before looking back at the screen. “You know, never a dull moment on the road.” He rolls his eyes and she gives him a knowing look. Two weeks and already they were getting on each other’s nerves. It wasn’t unusual, but she always felt bad when Jake seemed clearly agitated. She made a note to send extra videos and pictures for the rest of the week and check in a little more often.

She smiles back sympathetically and scratches at Hot Dog’s ears for Jake.

“I see you made yourself comfortable, shrimp” He notes, changing the subject.

“You said I could sleep in your bed,” She shrugs with her free shoulder, “And if I remember correctly, you actually insisted that I do.”

Jake smirks before arching an eyebrow at her. “I was talking about my shirt that seems to have found its way onto your body.”

She flushes and readjusts to a more seated position, changing the angle of the phone, attempting to distract Jake from her embarrassment. “Oh,” She laughed. “I ran out of sleep shirts and I’ve been too lazy to drive across town or do my own laundry. I didn’t think you’d mind…I’ll make sure to wash everything and put it back before you get home.”

Jake laughs good-naturedly, biting his lip and pausing in thought for a moment. “Don’t worry about it. Looks better on you anyway,” He winks.

“Save it for the paying customers, Jacob.” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at his charms.

He laughs it off and she lets him talk to his cats a little more before he mentions that he has to go.

Later that day, as she’s making her lunch, she finds herself messing with the shirt. It was grey and a little distressed from constant wear. The neck was a little loose from Jake’s constant pulling and her fingers furthered it. She found herself holding it up to her nose for a moment as she stared into his quickly emptying fridge. Jake had also told her she could eat or drink anything he wanted and she was slowly but surely going through his stash.

As she contemplated what to drink, she realized how weird it was that she was indulging in trying to smell Jake even when he was hundreds of miles away. She dropped the shirt quickly, as if anyone other than the two cats might see her, and grabbed a spindrift from the shelf.

She poked around different crevices of Jake’s home that she normally didn’t get the chance to explore as she made herself more comfortable. One day while she’s waiting for Cheese to get his fill of faucet water, she’s mindlessly scavenging through the different toiletry shelves Jake had things bestowed upon. In his shower, there was a hanging plant, along with large bottles of shampoo, conditioner and a few various body soaps and scrubs. Jake was almost cat-like in how he groomed himself so intensely yet remained looking untouched.

The shower curtain was childish with cartoon sharks and other fish in pirate outfits pictured beside ships and treasure chests, all deep blues and gold accents. She had giggled which turned into hysterical laughter the first time Jake had her over and she’d gone to use the restroom. Now she found it endearing and sweet that he hadn’t changed it for the past three years. A bathroom should be fun, he stated when she questioned his choice.

On a wooden tower beside the shower lived more toiletries. Her hands drifted over them tactilely as she inspected each of them, having grown bored of the television show she had been binging on Jake’s huge tv. It wasn’t like she’d never seen It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia before either, it was just a good comfort show that she could half watch with the cats.

Nothing caught her eye until an amber liquid filled glass bottle came into view on the bottom shelf. It was full and its delicate bottle had a vine etched on its front. She uncapped it and sniffed the bottle that was nondescript until the scent hit her nose. It was Jake’s everyday cologne. She was familiar with it and as it filled her senses, she realized it must be his extra. His other undoubtedly on the tour bus with him right now.

She sniffed it again, eyes slipping shut as she pictured Jake applying the cologne in this very bathroom. Uncapping the bottle before spritzing it once against his extended neck, the sensitive skin that stretched over his adam’s apple, his head tilted back as he stared at himself in the mirror, and then once to his left wrist, placing the bottle down to rub it against his right.

She remembered when she had walked in on him once when they were getting ready to go to a pregame of some party the band was invited to. His hair was already perfectly disheveled. She knew that secretly Jake spent almost as much time on his hair as his twin in hopes that it looked like he’d never touched it at all and it just fell the way he wanted it to.

When she walked into the bathroom with her mascara wand already out and needing the better lighting in this mirror, she half expected Jake to be messing with his hair. She had been wrong. He was in the middle of spritzing himself and the room smelled overwhelmingly of Jake, warm amber, woodsy tobacco and smoked whiskey. Usually there was some eucalyptus mixed in from his shampoo or body wash, she wasn’t sure, but the fresh cologne overpowered it and she was taken aback. The smell and the sight of his tilted head, almost like how he held it in posed pictures, but a little further.

Jake’s eyes flitted from their intent place on his reflection to his best friend in the doorway, her eyes traveling from his neck down his chest where stray droplets fell and disappeared into his golden soft skin.

“Yes?” He questioned with a raise of his eyebrow, finishing spritzing his left wrist and rubbing them together casually .

Her lips pursed as she met his eye before holding up the mascara, “I need better working conditions, Jacob. How am I supposed to be the dutiful side piece if I look like shit?”

“You could never look like shit,” He side stepped to allow her some room in front of the mirror while recapping the cologne and placing it in its spot on the shelf. It was all very calm and natural, like they shared the space often. In reality, this had been one of her first times back at his place since he had gotten the cats. The first time it seemed okay to go out. “Plus, everyone is always looking at me, anyways,” He smirked.

She laughed and swatted his covered bicep. “Then why do you drag me along?” She asked, looking in the mirror at her eyes, attempting to apply the lash slick mascara evenly. She even ignored the swish of a tail around her legs, despite the pull to pet whichever cat had just said hello to her.

“Because you love it, free booze and food…Plus even the eye candy needs someone to look at.” He straightened his collar in the mirror before messing with it so that it wasn’t straight.

“And you’re the eye candy?”

He chuckled and tilted his head down, causing some of his hair to fall in front of his face as he looked at her. “Duh.”

She cackled, pulling out her dark lipstick now, still glancing at Jake through the mirror every other moment as she started to apply it. “It’s good you’re so confident.”

Jake tilted his head to the side, a half smile threatening on his lips, “What does that mean?”

She finished applying the lipstick and retreated out of the bathroom. Jake repeated himself, “What does that mean?”

The memory fades as she almost fumbles the cologne bottle after deciding it would be weird to even consider wearing Jake’s signature cologne. She puts on her big girl pants that day and does all of the laundry she had been putting off and runs out to the grocery store to restock the cupboards and fridge.

She makes some trips home, hanging out in her own apartment every so often to keep it relatively maintained or stopping by to grab different clothes. It wasn’t that important, though, since she lived with a roommate. Other days she wanders around Jake’s neighborhood of Nashville. It had a few coffee shops, a record store, a music store, some artisan and boutique style shops and an amazing taco place they always went to together.

The first time she and Jake went together was the day after his birthday. Hangover tacos were his last birthday wish and what kind of best friend would deny a battered, freshly turned 23 year old from greasy amazing tacos and the best horchata in all of Nashville. He’d ordered six tacos and managed to scarf down half of them before starting to not feel well again. She had brushed the hair out of his face and swept it into a low ponytail and pressed her horchata cup against his forehead.

“You’re a real trooper, Jake. You’re the only person I’ve ever seen even attempt to get out of the house after how much you drank last night.” She rubbed soothing circles across his shoulders and then down his back before returning to the top and starting again.

He looked a little sickly, but his eyes hadn’t lost their beautiful sparkle even after all the tiring festivities of the day before. “You’re my best friend,” He said her name, looking at her seriously. It was the first time he had called her his best friend.

“And you’re mine, dude.” She smiled and gave him a side hug, his right arm had limply wrapped around her front as he leaned his head into her neck. That night they returned to Jake’s place, where he showered and then climbed into his bed beside his best friend, the pair curled up and exhausted before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

While kicking it alone in Jake’s apartment, she feels close to him through not only the myriad of his possessions but also his responses to the videos and pictures she sends of the cats. Hot Dog had a cardboard scratching box setup that Jake had deemed his car because Hot Dog liked to ‘drive’ it. In reality, the black cat just sat in it and scratched but Jake found it hilarious. She sent him many videos and pictures of Hot Dog either hard at work in the car or simply asleep at the wheel. She woke up one day to it broken and Hot Dog laying in it, still looking pleased. The picture she sends Jake is accompanied with the text: “Like father like son. Hot Dog totaled the car.” Jake sent multiple texts of laughter and his memoji, with his big black hat included, crying.

Hot Dog also strangely plays fetch so she sent a few videos of that phenomenon every so often. Jake hearts every single message. Cheese kept more to himself, but she would take pictures of him staring out the windows that held images of green leafed trees, creating a beautiful backdrop for the majestic golden mancoon. Those often had jokes including “When will my father return from war?” or “Why does father leave us to be with other pussies?”

Jake laughed at each joke but shook his head at his best friend. “Why are my boys asking about other pussies? How do they even know about that, they’re much too young for all that?”

She shrugs while trying to contain her own amusement, scratching between Hot Dog’s ears as they spoke over facetime. “I don’t know. Ask your sons. Honestly though, I get a bit of a gay vibe from Hot Dog. Or ace. I don’t think he’s interested in other pussies.” She tries to sound serious but Jake is grinning at the camera and so is she, until another voice chimes in.

“What’s this about pussy?”

She groans at the sound of the other Kiszka twin. She loved Josh, but he liked to comandeer any conversation he was privy to.

“Go away, Josh,” Jake says. “I’m having my court mandated alone time with my boys.”

“Oh, is Y/N on the line? Hey mama! Finally telling the Cat Daddy about how your kitty–” An ‘oof’ is heard as the phone clatters to face the ceiling and then a squeak of a distant ‘sorry!’

The camera moves again and then Jake’s face is back in frame, staring at the screen intently, a light pink staining his cheeks now – out of exertion from kicking Josh’s ass or his own mild embarrassment, she didn’t know. “Sorry about Josh being Josh. As always.” His voice is lower now, speaking softer, making it more gravelly.

She smiles sympathetically. “Don’t worry about it. I’m the one who brought up pussy, I should’ve known Josh is like a bloodhound with that kind of stuff.”

Jake laughs genuinely at that and they stare at their screens for a little while longer, shooting the shit, making plans for when Jake gets back to Nashville.

On the Saturday before Jake is set to come home, she gets tacos from their taco place and digs around Jake’s record collection before deciding on a classic that both of them loved. Deja vu by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. She curls up on the couch with one cat, Hot Dog, laid out on her right and Cheese beneath it. It was his favorite spot besides sitting in the window.

“Your dad’s comin’ home tomorrow, my dudes,” She talks to the cats as she eats. “Isn’t that great? I’m not gonna lie though, I kind of wish I could stay. I love you guys and this apartment, it’s bigger than mine. Plus way better roommates.”

She rambles the night away. When she wakes, she tidies each of the rooms, putting away dishes she had left out, refolding the blanket on the back of the couch, remaking the bed. She showers, puts on real clothes today, rather than the usual sweats, and spends a little extra time to look presentable. Her reasoning is that she’s seeing a human she knows rather than just two cats. It has nothing to do with it specifically being Jake.

He gets in in the late afternoon. She hears the key in the lock and her heart starts to beat a little faster. The cats can tell something is up when they notice her fidgeting, more on edge than any of the previous days spent by her side. She didn’t quite understand why she was so anxious to see Jake after two and a half months. Seeing each other over facetime wasn’t the same even if she told herself it was enough.

She tries to play off the nerves by talking to the cats again, “Look who it is, Hot Dog, Cheese. Your long lost father!”

The cats are elated when Jake gets through the door, weaving through their legs as she tries to be cool and just say a normal hello to him. The grin on Jake's face stops her in her tracks as he moves quickly down the hall after dropping his leather duffel by the door. His hat almost falls off his head as he wraps his arms around her in an intense hug.

“Missed you guys so much,” He murmurs into the skin of her neck. “Missed you so much, shrimp.”

She laughs, breathless and unable to form any coherent thought with Jake surrounding her, invading her senses. Any thought beside how wrong she had been. Jake’s cologne didn’t smell like Jake. Neither did his soaps and shampoos. Something was so uniquely Jake that changed his cologne when it was on him, same for the other products. He embodied them, making them more than they were, making them his. Kind of how he was making her his as he held her, changing her entire being with his presence.

That was too much to say to a best friend she had just cat sat for. “How was it?” Would suffice.

Jake holds on for a little longer, her arms having taken up residence around his shoulders and neck with his around her waist but clutched at the tops of her own shoulders. He takes a deep breath before pulling back. While looking down at her, he removed his hat and threw it through the doorway of his bedroom, landing it on his bed smoothly.

She was silently impressed, but Jake’s smirk let her know he could see through her facade. She rolled her eyes at him and pushed away from his chest making him smile more sweetly.

“Incredible as always,” He follows her into his living room to sit on the couch while they catch up, his tone giddy. The cats followed. “We even finished a bit of new music. But like always, I’m happy to have a break from it all. Ready to just soak in this life for a good while.”

“Ready to be Jake Kiszka, cat dad, Criminal Minds aficionado and shrimp’s best friend, not Jake Kiszka, guitarist of Greta Van Fleet, rock god and panty dropper.”

“Exactly,” Jake giggles, pulling at the hairtie keeping his hair pulled back, letting the brown locks loose. “Still panty dropper, though. I can’t just turn that off.”

She nudges one of her feet that is on the couch against Jake’s thigh in chastisement. He moves his leg to press back at her and they stay connected as they regard each other. Hot Dog had followed them and was jumping up into Jake’s lap while Cheese was sauntering across the back of the couch, inspecting his freed hair.

Jake feels his blonde cat’s presence and tilts his head back, allowing the large cat to sniff the top of his human’s scalp. Jake’s eyes slip shut at the sensation, the side of his lip quirking up. Hot Dog chirps while he pets him absently but carefully, between his ears, just like he liked it. She admires her friend basking in his pets’ love and attention. The reunion was quite cute and she wished it could be like this all the time. The four of them, happy and content.

“Speaking of Criminal Minds,” Jake raises his head back up after a reasonable amount of comfortable silence, besides the black cat’s purring. “All I’m in the mood for is vegging out on this couch. Will you stay? We can order Thai?”

“Eh, I’ve kind of had my fill of cats,” She says and watches as Jake’s eyes widen momentarily before he neutralizes his features and smiles, albeit a little sadly. She doesn’t even let him get a word in, placing a hand on his shoulder after brushing back a piece of his hair. “Kidding. Consider it your payment for the cat/plant/apartment-sitting.”

Jake laughs, relieved before furrowing his brow and saying her name seriously. He rarely did that, over the last year she hadn’t heard him say it more than a handful of times. “I’m gonna pay you for the cat sitting.”

She laughs awkwardly and removes her hand from him. “That’s not necessary.”

“You stayed for two and a half months, caring for them every single day. Plus you did my laundry, watered the plants and who knows what else.” He pauses to glance around the room, waving his hand to the corner. “Reorganized my records and bookshelves since I’m lazy and don’t always put them back in alphabetical order.”

“I lived in a nice apartment for two and a half months, ate the food there, enjoyed all the amenities and got to hang out with two cute furry friends whenever they wanted. The food and your company is payment enough.” She hated when Jake offered her money, even in this case where he really was paying her for a service. It still felt weird to take money from her best friend like this.

“I insist,” He pushes. “You deserve it.”

“Jake, seriously,” She huffs, standing to walk away from the couch. He follows quickly behind, the pair of them making their way into the kitchen. “I don’t want your money. It’s weird, this was just a favor for my best friend.”

Her real life job was something that she didn’t feel particularly strong about anymore and since Covid she’d been able to do all her work remotely. All communication was online and she never had to go into an office again if she didn’t want to, so she’d been making her own money while at Jake’s place without him giving her his.

He puts his hands to his hips as he watches her open his fridge and ignore him staring at her. He rolls his eyes when she still won’t look at him and instead pulls out a kombucha she had bought a few days ago and takes a long sip. Finally she meets his eyes after shutting the fridge and leans against the counter beside it, placing them on opposite corners of the room.

“Fine, I won’t pay you for your service. I will simply pay you in Thai food and other take out until I deem fit. How’s that sound?”

She smiles at his persistence. “And drinks for life,” She speaks over the lid of her drink, eyelashes fluttering as she looks up at him from her reclined position.

Jake chuckles, elation spreading across his face, his tired eyes still bright despite everything. “That’s why you denied physical money. You’re an incredible con artist, shrimp. Guaranteeing libations for life. I respect it.”

She laughs and walks out of the kitchen, Jake following behind like one of his cats following himself. “I imagine I’ll take care of your cats again in the near future and then you’ll try to pay me again. I’m trying to mitigate having this conversation over and over.”

Jake ahh’s in understanding as the pair take their spots on the couch once more. She grabs the blanket while Jake grabs the remote, easily falling into routine.

“There’s intricate levels to it all.” She muses, laying it flat against their bodies. Jake scoots closer so that the blanket can cover more of both of their pairs of legs.

“You’re much smarter than me.”

“Now that’s a compliment from sir Jacob Thomas Kiszka.”

She leans into his side as he moves his arm out of the way and onto the back of the couch, allowing her to further lean against his warm chest. He chuckles offhandedly at the name she had used.

“Call for Thai after the opening credis, yeah?” Jake asks as he mindlessly flicks through the streaming service to their favorite shared show.

She nods against him, tickling him slightly, and hums her assent to his question.

Jake calls for the takeout and she takes the time to change into sweats. In Jake’s room, the room that had been hers for a few months, but now was refilled with his presence, she looked at the hat on the bed. She left the door cracked, not on purpose but she also didn’t mind as she pulled the crop top from her body. She looked at her bag that was already zipped up, remembering she had neatly put everything away in preparation of leaving after Jake returned home. Her eyes cast around the room and landed on the pile of neatly folded shirts and sweatshirts of Jake’s she had worn during her stay and subsequently washed. Her hands plucked the grey shirt off of the top of the pile without thinking too hard about it as she slipped it over her head before realizing she also wanted to change her pants. Jake didn’t leave any sweatpants behind for her to mooch from, so unzipping her bag became necessary. She felt a little silly wearing Jake’s shirt now, but it wasn’t that weird so it was only a passing thought.

For a brief moment, she is just in her red cotton panties and Jake’s stretched out t-shirt standing in Jake’s bedroom. The shirt was slightly cropped due to her breasts, leaving the lower part of her stomach, just below her belly button exposed. The hem in the back brushed at the red lace that ran around the band of the panties. The fabric of the sweatpants slipped up her legs just as Jake was walking up to the door to inform her of when the food would arrive. His eyes caught the flash of red lace disappearing beneath the brown cotton and it stopped him in his tracks.

An audible gasp must be heard because she’s turned her head over her shoulder to look at him through the crack in the door as her hands are busy tying the tie on her sweatpants, cinching them to her waist.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a girl’s panties before, Jacob.” She pushes the door open further and tilts her head to look up at him quizzically.

His pinkened cheeks are delightfully youthful on his mature face, the mustache he’d been trying to grow a bit of a shadow on his face now. She smiles, pitying her best friend’s boyish response.

“I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t,” He tries to laugh it off, looking down at the floor for a moment, unsure why he felt so bashful about seeing her dressing. It wasn’t even like he’d seen her ass, just the top band of the panties as they were covered. “Just the red…didn’t know you wore red lace –” He cuts himself off, rubbing the back of his neck for a quick moment as she laughs at him.

“God, you’re such a tween boy sometimes,” She pushes at his shoulder when she passes by him, leaving him leaning against his doorway, the information about the food forgotten on his lips momentarily.

Jake gets the door when it rings with their food a reasonable 20 minutes later. He resumes his seat beside his best friend as she throws the blanket off of her, sitting up to look at the array of food Jake was setting out from the brown paper bag. The night is filled with laughter, tasty food and murder mysteries the pair could likely quote at this point, they’d seen all the episodes so many times together.

“His favorite album is the White Album! That’s insane, I forgot. Jake, Hotch and I are literally soulmates.” She muses, staring at the screen with wide eyes and then looking at Jake.

He laughs as a noodle falls from his chopstick just as it was about to enter his mouth and she grimaces at how adorably messy of an eater he was. There was a smudge of Pad Thai sauce on the corner of his lip and she didn’t have the heart to tell him, especially considering that it would reappear in the next five minutes. She just had to wait until they finished eating to assess the damage.

“That’s why the fictional FBI man is your soulmate?” His tone was incredulous and amused.

“Mhmm,” She nods in confirmation, taking a bite of her fresh roll and then humming in satisfaction at the taste. “Fuck that’s good.”

Jake raises his left brow at her and watches her for a moment longer, in her own little world as she continues to chew on the roll of vegetables. Even eating in his frumpy tattered shirt and her sweatpants, with her feet tucked beneath her on the couch, he was unable to not be taken with her beauty. He was struck silent even more as he marveled at her like this than at the glance of her underwear.

He knew his friend was beautiful, he’d seen people come and go in her life, attempting to hold her attention long enough to call it a relationship but they never lasted. He was pretty sure he knew why they didn’t last, they didn’t understand that while she was beautiful to look at, there was so much more beauty hidden inside of her head, inside of her heart. She was kind when she wanted to be, hilarious without even trying and wiser beyond her years.

So it didn’t matter if she was stretching her arms above her head in a lacy panty and bra set or hunched over herself in old sweats, he found her transcendently breathtaking. As a friend. Friends knew each other’s worth, noticed the beauty in them, enjoyed their company.

They binge-watched television until the cats began to chirp at Jake, imploring him to settle into bed so that they could then take up residence around him.

“Got one last night in you?” Jake questions as they clean up the food and turn off the television.

“Don’t you want your bed to yourself and the boys?”

“Nah,” Jake shakes his head emphatically. “I’m tired of sleeping alone. Sleep better next to someone, I think. Stupid twin thing.”

She cackles at his words, already beginning to prepare to sleep over. “You think your sleeping companions are a stand in for your insane identical twin brother? That is so freaky.”

She hears Jake’s laughter from a room away, loud and clear. The joy is evident in the volume and she imagines his grin is taking up his entire face. She wished she could see it, even with her it was rare.

She slips her bra from beneath Jake’s shirt and debates switching to her sleep shorts she thankfully had brought for lounging or sleeping in the sweats. Thinking about the space heater of a human that was going to be beside her, plus his two mini heaters of fur, she went to her zipped bag once more. Her hands rooted around the insides contents, cursing herself silently for not realizing she’d be staying over as she fucked up her nicely packed belongings.

As if on cue, Jake finishes putting away the leftovers, dealing with utensils and shutting up his apartment just as she’s taking down her sweatpants. She takes them and throws them over her bag, before picking up her sleep shorts to do a quick change between her cheeky panties and the navy blue shorts with little bees on them.

Jake’s already walking through the door not realizing her state of undress. She holds the shorts in front of herself slightly awkwardly and he stops when he realizes her legs are bare.

“Sorry,” He says, a chuckle under his breath as he ducks his head and turns around.

She rolls her eyes to herself and finishes changing. “I’m beginning to think you want to see me in my underwear with your timing.”

Jake knows she’s done when she taps his shoulder. He turns and finds her seated at the edge of his bed, still in his shirt and the tiny blue shorts she had been holding to cover the lace red panties that Jake wasn’t mad about seeing again.

She noticed the way his adam’s apple bobbed for a second as he swallowed and she tilted her head up at him in confusion.

“You’d know if I wanted to see you in your underwear, shrimp.” His voice is almost hoarse as he speaks, lowering it to keep the rasp at bay. It sounds melancholy and she thinks it’s just because he’s tired and sad his touring is over but he’s also happy to be home. She thinks because of that she should probably ignore it and try to lighten the mood, keep the bit going.

She blinks up at him, voice a touch dreamy. “Would I?”

Jake’s lips curl up in silent response and then he unbuttons the last two buttons on his shirt and pulls it casually from his body, all while staying in front of her. Then his hands go up to his hair, retying it into a messy ponytail. She frowns at how he had done it and sighs, laying on her back as he removes his pants, leaving him in his boxers, light blue and surprisingly crisp looking.

“C’mon shrimp, brush your teeth or you’ll hate yourself in the morning.”

She groans in response and sticks her right hand into the air, silently requesting for Jake to pull her up. He obliges quickly and carefully, pulling her to a complete stand directly in front of him. His strength was surprising and she steadied herself with her free hand against the lightly tanned skin of his chest.

“You’re welcome, by the way.” He raises his eyebrows at her. Her eyes are wide as she regards his face right in front of hers.

Jake feels her fingertips against his chest and the warmth is so welcome he doesn’t let go over her hand that he’s holding. They’re just stuck staring at each other, one step apart from being chest to chest. Her fingers flex into his skin, curling over his collarbone.

A swish of a soft tail weaving between their legs sends them apart and allows for laughter to fill the room. She walks out of the room first and Jake mutters a quick ‘thanks Hot Dog’ at the cat who was hopping onto the bed and curling up at the foot of it.

Jake finds his best friend sitting on the closed toilet seat, toothbrush between her teeth and his toothpaste left open on the sink. They brush their teeth in silence and he lets her wash her face before him, their nighttime routines coexisting in a perfect dance.

Before she leaves the bathroom, she rests her head against his back for a moment, her temple against his spine. He pauses, his hands hovering in front of his face with suddsy water.

“I’m happy you’re home. This place is meant to have you in it.”

He tilts his head back, placing it atop hers in recognition of what she’s said. This was home. Not the apartment, persay, but with her by his side.

She walks back to the bedroom because she knows that Jake’s nonverbal responses were sometimes the only response he gave. The cats were both thankfully at the foot of the bed so that she and Jake wouldn’t have to fight for space to sleep. She gets in on the left, where she had slept for the past two and a half months, knowing Jake preferred the right.

Her knees are tucked up to her chest as she sits against the headboard when Jake walks into the room, flicking the main light off. It leaves them in complete darkness for a moment while Jake crosses to his nightstand and turns on the lamp. This causes him to disappear and then reappear right beside her which she finds only mildly disturbing, residual Criminal Minds thoughts swimming around her brain.

Jake sits beside her, making no move to go to sleep. The room is quiet besides the occasional cat purring and it brings a contented smile to Jake’s face.

“Shrimp,” he speaks up, turning his neck to look at her before sighing and saying her real name. “I don’t know if this is too much, but we’ve known each other for so long, I feel really awkward bringing it up.”

“You can tell me anything, Jake. You’re my best friend,” She chuckles when she thinks something. “You know I’d help you bury a body wherever. No questions asked.”

Jake mirrors her laughter, albeit a little more stilted. His hair is loose again and he runs a hand through it. He could never make up his mind about it. But he knew what he had decided about this.

“It’s not a dead body…yet.” He takes a deep breath and takes her hand closest to him. Her breath catches at the move, so familiar yet different, the calluses of his fingers simultaneously smooth and rough. “I just thought a lot about it while I was on tour. You’re my best friend, too, if that wasn’t clear.”

“You’re rambling, Jake.” She informs him gently, rubbing her fingers over the back of his hand that remained inhers.

He flushes and she notices it on his chest before returning her gaze to his face.

“Sorry,” He replies but she smiles at him, communicating that it wasn’t something to be sorry for. “I’m just nervous. I really want to kiss you right now.”

Her eyebrows raise in surprise but the expression is immediately replaced with joy. “Then kiss me.”

“Really?” Jake’s eyebrows mirror hers from seconds before. She nods and then they’re meeting in the middle.

Their intertwined hands don’t drop one another as they press against each other’s lips in a much overdue embrace. It’s soft and sweet, loving. Jake is tender and insistent upon her lips, nothing like she had ever imagined he would be with other partners. But this was Jake with her, his best friend. He was determined to take his time loving her. With every kiss, he was going to show her how beautiful he thought she was. He wanted to show her the beauty he saw in her.

She sighs against his mouth after a few minutes of the sweet yet passionate kisses. “Is this why you insisted I brush my teeth?”

He giggles, uncharacteristically sweet, against her lips and presses another kiss in response. “Maybe.”

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Coming Home From Tour | The Baby Series

series masterlist | main masterlist

synopsis: The boys come home from tour :)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: babies, mentions of sickness, mostly fluff

note: surprise??? I've had this sitting in my drafts since the end of DiG and now that those pictures of Josh are floating around I thought 'heh why not'. This is terrifying, so lets see how it goes:)

JOSH:

You knew that the moment Josh walked out the door, he was counting down the days until he could come home to you and Oliver. Josh was such a homebody before becoming a partner, now it was even worse. He always found it hard to leave home, spending months on the road, traveling around and playing show after show. He used to call Karen at least once a day, getting updates on things back in Michigan. Now, he was calling you at least twice a day, wanting updates, pictures and videos of his son.

Oliver was now nine months old and sitting up by himself. You had sent the group chat a video the other day of him banging a toy tambourine on the ground and Josh had never felt so much pride in his life. As much as technology was a blessing, Josh still felt like he was missing out on so much. It was almost daily that Oliver seemed to change or have some new milestone checked off the list. The best thing Josh could do every night while on stage, a million miles away, was to make sure to sing for you and Oliver. And somehow, you both knew that Josh was singing for you.

You were somewhat privy to what the boys were planning for their last show. Josh hadn’t given you too many details in your last facetime call, but you knew that they wanted to go out with a bang. You were fast asleep by the time they took the stage in California, after having put Oliver down and listened while you played a recording of Josh reading a bedtime story to him. You were doing your morning debrief, which consisted of scrolling through tiktok and twitter while feeding Oliver and drinking tea.

“Oliver Kiszka, stop putting bananas in your hair,” You scolded the little boy, who just gave you a gummy smile and continued to smash bananas in his brown curls. He for sure had his father’s taste for mischief. You playfully rolled your eyes and placed a couple more pieces of bananas on his highchair tray, “It sounds like half your daddy’s fans are dead this morning. Can you believe that? Can you believe it!?”

“Ah!” Oliver exclaimed and you laughed.

“Yes, I know! Crazy man, I tell ya!” You kissed his cheek, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sticky boy,” You had put on a Jethro Tull album, which just so happened to be Oliver and Josh’s favorites. You believe it was more Josh’s favorite but Josh swore that Oliver told him it was his favorite too. You couldn’t help the giggle that arose from your throat as ‘Reasons for Waiting’ started playing. It always sent a delightful shiver down your body, remembering the first time you heard that song and the first time you and Oliver both saw Josh and the boys on stage.

“What a sight for my eyes,” You sang softly as you wiped your son's cheeks with a damp rag, “To see you in sleep. . .” Oliver had the same big soft brown eyes as his father, and he watched your every move with such intent. You believed that the two were more similar than everyone thought. Everyday you watched Oliver grow, the more you saw the same personality as Josh.

“Came a thousand miles-” You sang the last line of the verse, when another voice jumped in.

“Just to catch you smiling.”

You turned your head around, to see Josh standing in the doorway, his backpack on his shoulders and tired, soft brown eyes looking at you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you ran towards him, and threw your arms around his neck. He grunted as you crashed into him, but held you tightly, breathing in the scent of you. He felt his throat tighten up as he ran his hands soothingly down your back as you cried into his neck. This was the moment he had been waiting for for months.

“Da!” Oliver’s voice broke them apart, and Josh’s smile beamed like a megawatt light. You stepped out of the way so he could go grab his son.

“My sweet boy,” Josh held his hands out as the little boy reached for him. He undid the highchair tray and pulled him into his arms. You smiled as Josh placed kisses all over the little boy's face and Oliver giggled. Your two favorite sounds had become Josh’s voice and Oliver’s laughter.

“My god, he’s gotten so big,” Josh shook his head, running his hand over Oliver’s soft hair. He pressed his lips to the little boy’s forehead, taking a sniff of his hair, “He still smells the same. Like baby powder and lavender. It’s addicting, I had to take one of his blank-”

“So that’s where Hawky went! You had him!” You were going crazy thinking you left one of Oliver’s blankets at some venue across the country, but it was his father who had it the whole time.

Josh just shrugged and went back to loving on his son, “I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. I never want to leave you again.” Josh walked to you, and put his free arm around you, pulling you into him. You placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. Tears brimmed his brown eyes, and you gently cupped his cheek, brushing away a stray tear, “Ever. You’re both going to get so sick and tired of me, you’ll be calling Jake to haul me away.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You smiled and Josh pecked your lips.

JAKE:

He knew it was absolutely insane, but Jake couldn’t wait the next day to fly home with his brothers. Don’t get it wrong, Jake absolutely loved what he did. He thanked Josh nearly every day for deciding to embark on this crazy journey with him. Without Josh, there would be no Greta Van Fleet. Jake’s dream would’ve been just that. . . a dream. He would’ve been just another crazy kid who had true talent that never went anywhere. But Jake’s second dream had come true nearly ten months ago, the dream of becoming a father.

Dylan Rose Kiszka had been the greatest gift Jake had gotten since he got his first Gibson SG. He was terrified of becoming a father, and he still had his fear. But everyday it evaporated a little bit more seeing Dylan grow. It had torn him to pieces to have to leave her and go out on the road, but you assured him that she wouldn’t want him to stay here and not go share his talent with the world. Every place that they had been, Jake made sure to buy a postcard (or send someone to go get one) so that he could start a scrapbook for her to look back on. You and Dylan had gone to a couple shows, and made sure to get the concert poster and hang it up in her room with the rest of her posters.

“Are you sure you still want to take this flight?” Ben, their tour manager asked as he dropped Jake off out front of the airport.

“I can not spend another night away from them,” Jake said, grabbing his backpack. Josh was sitting in the back seat and grabbed his brother’s shoulder, “The parental scolding can come late-”

“Give her a big kiss from us,” Josh smiled, “I miss my Dyl Pickle.”

Jake smiled and nodded at his twin, “Thank you.”

“Now go! Or I'm gonna kick your ass for making us drop you off at 1AM,” Josh pointed towards the door, and Jake quickly scrambled out of the car and ran towards the ticketing counter.

He couldn’t remember the last time he took a redeye flight, probably when Sam and Danny were still in high school and they had to be back from playing a show to get to monday morning classes. Jake pulled his sweater on and sunglasses, hoping that he could get through this flight without being noticed. Which, luckily he did, and sat down in his seat near the window. It was bittersweet leaving the tour so soon. He would’ve loved to stay and celebrate the end of what felt like the longest tour in history, with his brothers. But he also wanted nothing more to get home to you and his daughter.

— — —

Nearly four hours later, Jake had landed back in Nashville. The earth was still and quiet as he got into the car waiting to take him home. His heart started racing and his hands grew clammy. Why was he so nervous? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the fact he’s spent the last five months of his daughter’s life on the road? Would she even know who he is? Yes, they had facetimed and called, and you even spent a week with them on the road, but that was different than this moment.

He was home. The tour had come to an end. There was no more packing up to wake up in a new city or country. There would be lazy moments just the three of you in the morning while you tended to Dylan and Jake made his famous blueberry pancakes and eggs. There would be sessions at the studio where he would try and get Dylan to walk or maybe even bang some keys on the piano. There would be nights where he’d help get her to bed so that you can relax from spending the day with her.

The driver pulled up in front of the small craftsman that you inhabited, and Jake thanked him, giving him a tip. He stood there for a moment in front of the house, just taking in the sight of it. It felt like it had been years since he had been there. He looked to his left, at the mailbox that you insisted on painting for your first house. Your hand print, his, and Dylan’s were on it, like the house in UP. A smile broke out on his face as he fished his keys out from his bag and unlocked the door quietly.

Jake did his best to avoid the creaky parts of the floorboards as he made his way upstairs to the nursery. The mobile above the crib was going, softly playing the melody to ‘Light My Love’, which made Jake’s heart pound in his chest. He walked over to the crib, which he noticed had been lowered and made him a bit sad to think about his little girl growing up. Dylan’s light brown eyes were looking up at the mobile as Jake leaned over the crib.

“Look at you, wide awake,” Jake smiled and reached in to pick her up. Dylan didn’t stir, as if she knew who Jake was. He grabbed her baby blanket from the rocking chair, and sat down, laying her head on his chest and rocking gently, “You remember me? Remember who I am?” Dylan looked up at him, her quiet way of saying that she did, in fact, know who was holding her. You had told Jake during the last phone call that Dylan had started to become clingy and tearful around people she didn’t know.

“Kinda expected you to yell at me, or something,” Jake smiled, playing with the curls at the base of her neck, “But you know me, don’t you, baby,” He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, and she laid her head back against his chest. She sucked gently on her thumb as Jake rubbed her back, “I missed you like the sun misses the moon at night. But there’s no more needing to miss each other. Cause I’m home. We’re all together again.” Jake settled in the chair, letting out a deep breath, as he kicked his feet up on the footstool in front of him.

He slowly rocked, not only himself, but Dylan back to bed. And a couple hours later, you arose to find both people you loved fast asleep. You walked over to the rocking chair and gently ran your hand over Jake’s hair, kissing his forehead.

“Welcome home, rockstar,” You whispered.

SAM:

Raising twins was hard. Raising twins on your own was even harder. You had found a much deeper appreciation for the people of the world who raised babies on their own. You knew that your single parenting life was only lasting for a short period of time, but you were so ready for Sam to be home to help with Harrison and Lennon. The three of you had stayed home the whole tour, you were too anxious about flying with two newborns by yourself to wherever Sam was. Even though you knew that you would have help with the babies, you just weren’t ready to go through all that yet.

It had been harder than you thought having Sam away. The first month was fairly easy, since the twins were only about three months old. They slept most of the time, and you had Karen around to help you. Then they started getting older and sleep regression had hit. Then on top of sleep regression, came teething. And on top of teething, came sudden weaning (which had hurt more than you were willing to admit). Now Harrison was standing with support and Lennon was crawling, both of them getting into everything.

The boys had played their last show the other night, and Sam was due to come home today. He told you to not make a big deal out of it, but he should’ve known better than to tell you that. Because you, in fact, were going to make a big deal out of it. You and the twins had survived your first tour. You had gotten through six months of being alone with two Kiszka twins.

You planned on cleaning the house, picking up all the stray toys that were strewn everywhere. Finishing up the mountain of laundry that you had been ignoring for days. You were going to have Harrison and Lennon make a banner that said ‘Welcome Home’ on it. And cooking Sam’s favorite, breakfast for dinner. But that was all thrown out the window when a cry woke you up at 3AM.

“Shh, Harrison,” You tried soothing your ten month old. Somehow both the twins woke up sick. Lennon had thrown up all over the second you picked her up, and Harrison had hardly stopped crying since he woke up. This was the one test that you hadn’t gone through while Sam was on tour: the first flu. Lennon was crying in her pack-in-play, having pulled herself up to stand as you ran around the kitchen trying to make a bottle for her.

“I know, I know,” You sighed, opening up cabinets and looking for the motrin, “You’re just so sad and. . .” You grimaced as you heard the sound of a hiccup followed by a splash, “Your tummy hurts. Mama’s getting you medicine.” You set Harrison down in his high chair, which was hard since he was clinging to your shirt for dear life, “One second baby, gotta help your sister.”

You pulled away from your son, to grab the bottle and syringe of motrin. You measured out the correct dosage of the liquid, before grabbing the now heated bottle and going to Lennon. Avoiding the vomit that was now on the plastic mat of the pack-in-play, you picked her up and placed her on your hip. She squirmed her head around as you tried to give her the medicine.

“C’mon, Lenny, it’ll make you feel better,” You tried convincing her. But if there was one thing about these Kiszka twins, it was that they were smart, “It tastes so yummy, see momma tries,” You putthe syringe on your lip, “Now baby tries!” Lennon shook her head and wailed even louder, if that was possible, “Lennon May, it’s good for you!” She shook her head around again, and you could feel the frustration starting to settle in. You took a deep breath, ready to try and give it to her again when a voice came in from behind you.

“Oh is the baby sad?” Sam’s voice was like a breath of fresh air as you sighed and closed your eyes. You turned to face him, near tears as he walked to you. You handed him Lennon, and he gently squashed her, taking the syringe of motrin from you, “My dear, sweet, girl, you’re so sad. Why? Why is my baby sad?”

“Both of them have a cold,” You said and went to pick up Harrison, “I’m sorry. This isn’t the welcome home you deserve. I had a plan with a clean house, balloons, and a cooked meal cause I know you’ve been eating nothing but-”

“As much as all that sounds great,” Sam said, as he finished giving Lennon her medicine, and set the syringe back down, “I would think something is even more wrong if I came home to a clean house and dinner on the table.”

“But you-”

“But I, nothing,” Sam smiled and looked at you, “If I wanted nice and quiet I would’ve gone to my parents. I want loud and chaos. I want to spend the day with my twins, sick or healthy.”

“But Sam, you-”

“Get to cuddle my babies back to health? Why yes, I do,” Sam said, and kissed Lennon’s cheek. He walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips, “This is the best welcome home I could ever have.”

“I’m covered in baby puke and haven’t washed my hair in four days,” You pouted.

“And you look so beautiful. What is a better welcome home than my girl, and my babies? Nothing,” Sam said, and grabbed your hand, “Now come on, I want cuddles and Bluey.”

You giggled and followed him into the living room. You sat down on the couch, each of you holding a twin in your arms, as you grabbed the remote and went to all the recorded episodes of Bluey. You found one that seemed to be the twins favorites and settled in next to your baby daddy, as he sang along to the intro song.

DANNY:

Danny sighed as he walked into the house, quietly kicking off his shoes. It was late when they had gotten in and unloaded equipment from the bus. He had sent you a text not to wait up, that he would probably be home late. He didn’t want to come home after you and Jude went to bed, wanting to spend his first night home from a long tour with you and him. But, he also didn’t want you staying up late past Jude’s bedtime either.

Jude was almost one, and Danny felt like he had missed most of his life already. There were milestones that Danny had missed due to being on the road, or being at the studio. He hated it. You had told him over and over again that it was okay, that Jude wouldn’t even know the difference if Danny was there or not. It still didn’t help Danny feel any better.

The house looked pretty much the same as he had left it a couple weeks ago, but there were a few more toys laying around which was curtesy of Jude Francis. Danny picked up a couple of them, putting them in the basket by the fireplace where you kept them. He found a sticky note on the mantle that said you left him dinner in the microwave.

“Always one step ahead,” Danny whispered, and picked up the note, making sure to place it with the others he kept from you.

He moved around the kitchen quietly as he warmed up the plate of food you had left for him. He smiled at the new picture on the fridge that looked like Jude had drawn at daycare. The front of their fridge had become covered in pictures of Jude and them, pictures Jude had scribbled at daycare, or projects they had him do. Danny cherished every single picture like it was a masterpiece. While Danny was away, you made sure to facetime him as you put the new picture on the fridge and cheered for Jude as you did so.

When Danny was done eating, he walked up the stairs quietly, looking at the various family pictures that littered the walls as he walked to the bedroom. He smiled at your sleeping frame as he moved around in the half lit room, taking off his clothes and putting on something more comfortable. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, throwing his hair up into a bun. He walked over to you, and gently ran his hand over your hair, and leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek.

You moved slightly at the feeling of his body, and gave him a sleepy smile, “Mm, welcome home, baby.”

“Glad to be home, honey,” Danny whispered and leaned back down to kiss your lips, “How was your day?”

“Good. Jude drew a new picture at daycare.”

“I saw. Might need him to draw my new base drum cover.”

You let out a tired chuckle, “You eat?”

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, “Go back to sleep, I’m gonna go check on our boy,” You nodded and Danny kissed your lips once more before he walked down the hallway to his little boy’s room.

His heart felt warm as he walked into the room, and could see his son’s sleeping face, with his thumb tucked into his mouth. Jude was fast asleep on his back, small little sighs leaving his mouth as he slept. Danny crept over to his crib, leaning over it as he watched the little boy sleep soundly. Danny watched his chest rise and fall, still scared that he was going to have a lapse in breathing. Jude had finally grown out of his sleep apnea, but it didn’t stop Danny from still being worried about it.

Danny sighed and leaned his head on his arms, closing them for a second when he heard Jude stir. Danny picked his head up quickly and watched as the little boy moved around, readjusting to get more comfortable, and shifting the soft blanket that covered him. Once Jude was settled back into sleep, a deep sigh leaving his mouth, Danny fixed the baby blanket, slightly tucking him back in. Danny gently patted the back of his head, feeling his soft brown curls, and then leaned in to kiss his head.

“Goodnight, baby,” Danny said, and left the room, to go lay down next to his wife.

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Have You Ever Been (To Electric Ladyland?)

Summary: you (M!reader) got stood up on the first date since a horrible break up. Turns out the pretty boy at the end of the bar was stood up too. After talking you learn you and Jake have the same taste in music, which might be enough to save the evening.

Paring: Jake/MReader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit sexual content (blow job, hand job)

A/N: I have not seen a single m!reader fic so I had to try my hand at writing this kind of stuff to fix it. unorthodox views on Bob Dylan, sorry. If people like this there is room for a second part.

You looked at your watch and sighed before turning on your phone to check the time. "I'll grab my phone if you wanna check that clock too." The bartender said with a sympathetic smile on his face. "Here, this one is on the house." He sat a beer in front of you, causing you to sigh again. You had been goaded by your friends to go on a date; you hadn't been on one for so long, busy with work and a bad breakup. It had been 45 minutes, and he had yet to show up.

"You sure it's not him?" The bartender asked, pointing down the bar to a man leaning on his hand scrolling through his phone, "he's been here about as long."

"You've asked me that twice Sal." You smiled at the man, who shrugged.

"Tell you what, he needs a new beer too; I'll give him the same treatment," Sal looked at your beer. "Tell him it's from you."

"You can't just give away beers. You'll lose your job."

"They can't fire me; I'm the only one who can deal with the twinks in June." You smiled as Sal walked away. You hadn't given much thought to the man at the end of the bar except to look at him when Sal asked you if you were positive he wasn't supposed to be your date. You were sure, the man looked your age, and you'd always like men older than you, bigger. This man was almost dainty; it looked like he belonged in a brewery, not a cruisy gay bar.

You had turned to look at the crowd around the pool table when you felt the gentle brush against your hand. "Thanks for the beer." You were struck by the delicateness of his features, despite their sharpness.

"That was Sal; he gave me a pity beer too." You raise your glass so that the neck of both bottles taped against each other.

"Ahhh, so you were stood up too, then?" He asked; you blushed under his watch as if he was looking at you for the first time.

"Let my friends convince me this was a good idea; they'll never hear the end of it." You said, watching how his hands wrapped around the beer bottle; when you looked up, he smirked, and you knew you were caught.

"I'm Jake," he said

"Y/N," you supplied, watching the way he carefully took a sip of his beer.

"What do you do, y/n?" He asked; as you began talking about your work, he nodded, leaning on the bar; he truly was listening.

"What about you? What do you do, Jake?" You asked, getting sick of talking about your work.

"I'm a musician." Your eyes lit up, and for a moment, you saw something flash across Jake's face, almost like sadness, before he replaced it with an unreadable emotion.

"What kind of music do you play?" You asked. His smile was back. "Country? We're in Nashville."

"Rock and roll." He said it as if the words were sacred, but you couldn't disagree.

"I love rock." You said; again, Jake looked almost confused before schooling his face.

"Who's your favorite then?"

"Crosby Stills Nash and Young." You said without hesitation, and you watched Jake grin, a smile almost too big for his face.

"They're good; who else?"

"CCR." You said, usually you held that one back, but you were sure Jake would know who you were talking about.

"A man after my own heart." He was smiling, "One more."

You bit your lip, thinking, Not that you had difficulty coming up with a rock group; that would be easy enough. Your record collection could vouch for that. But you wanted to make this a good one, something, if not impressive, that at least suggested the range of your taste.

"Patti Smith," you settled on.

"There's a little punk in you, I see," Jake hadn't stopped smiling. "My brothers like The Velvet Underground and Lou Reed."

"And you don't?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong with the Velvet Underground?"

Jake was chuckling, shaking his head. "No, nothing; my brothers like them more, is all."

"Fine, what about you?" you asked; you could tell you wouldn't get anything else from him. "Give me three rock groups."

Jake took a sip of his beer, clearly deep in thought. "Elmore James."

"Blues, but I'll let it go since I said, Patti."

"You are after my heart," Jake said, tapping a finger on the bar. "None of the other guys I've ever met know who that is."

"Are you trying to get out of giving me two more?" You asked playfully; you watched Jake blush. For a moment, you forgot that you had been stood up and this wasn't the date you had meant to be on.

"The Rolling Stones." You couldn't help but roll your eyes, and Jake scoffed, looking almost offended. "What's wrong with the Rolling Stones?"

"Other than Mick Jagger thinking he invented rock and roll?" You asked, "I don't love the British invasion."

"Keith Richards is a better guitarist than anyone you listed," Jake said, sipping his beer; you could imagine he'd recline if he were sitting in a chair with a back.

"You asked me who I liked, not who I thought the best guitarist was." You teased; you hadn't thought the night could be saved; you'd have to thank Sal the next time you came to the bar.

"Well, who do you think the best guitarist is?" Jake asked, but you shook your head, pointing your beer at him.

"Nope, one more," you said, "You aren't getting out of it that easy."

"Fine, Janis Joplin." You nodded no argument from you on that one.

"Now answer my question." You took a sip of your beer, emptying it, not bothering to point out that you had just answered his question.

"It's not really a question; there's only one answer," you said, setting your beer on the bar and turning fully to Jake.

"You think so? Me too."

"On the count of three, then." You suggested; Jake nodded, finishing his beer and setting it next to yours.

"One." You said, looking straight into his eyes.

"Two," Jake said, a grin on his face.

"Three," you said together.

"Hendrix," You said at the same time Jake said, "Page."

"No way." You said, shaking your head and turning away. You weren't expecting Jake to reach forward, to catch you; when you looked at him, he was schooling his features as if he had thought you were actually leaving. Your incredulous look softened, but you weren't going to let him off the hook.

"Even if you had asked who the best English guitarist was, you'd be wrong. Clapton is better than Page, but Hendrix is so far ahead of both of them." Jake was grinning now; he hadn't moved his hand either, so you leaned into it. It was like electricity going up your shoulder.

"Why don't we go to my place then," Jake said, his hand moving down your arm to hold your hand. "We can talk about it there."

"I'd like that." You said; his hand was warm, the tips of his fingers calloused. I'm a musician; you remembered him saying; maybe he had more skin in this argument than you did. You raised your hand to catch Sal's attention and then turned to look at Jake. He was still smiling, a mischievous smile like he was building an argument.

When Sal got to you, Jake spoke before you could, "I'm closing out; I'll get him too." Jake said, pointing to you. You were glad Jake was too busy with his wallet to see how Sal looked at you. An old lover turned very good friend, Sal was always playing matchmaker though his magic had never worked for you. Maybe this time it would; you looked away from Sal's knowing grin to see Jake smiling at you. You hoped it worked this time.

You had taken the bus to the bar and found yourself in Jake's car on the way to his place. When he turned on the car, you were happily surprised to hear Joan Beaz.

"That's not very rock and roll of you." You said, buckling your seat belt, almost jumping when Jake set his hand on your thigh while he turned around to back out of his parking spot.

"When I was little, I had the biggest crush on her and Bob Dylan."

You wrinkled your nose, and Jake tightened his hand on your thigh. "What now, y/n? They're both American!"

"I don't like Bob Dylan." You admitted, "He was an ass to Phil Ochs."

"You can't not like Bob Dylan. He was-" Jake took his hand off your thigh and waved it around. You just shook your head.

"An ass to Phil Ochs, who was doing what Bob was doing but better."

"Then why don't people remember him?" Jake asked; that shut you up? When he stopped at a light, he moved his hand from your thigh to push his hair back before setting his hand back down, looking at you the whole time.

"I still don't like him," you said softly, and Jake smirked a smile you didn't think was meant for you as he turned to the road.

"Then who did you have a crush on?"

"Aside from the greatest guitarist of all time Jimi Hendrix?" You asked. Jake's hand tightened around your thigh before he moved it up just an inch.

"Come on."

"David Crosby." You admitted. It had been an odd childhood listening to your dad's music while your friends were listening to the Jonas Brothers; you didn't have posters of your favorite musicians on your walls, and Seventeen magazine didn't print posters of 60-year-old men.

"A HA!" Jake said, stopping at another light and turning to look at you; his eyes had a wild look. "David Crosby wouldn't have had a career without Bob Dylan; the Byrds were just a Dylan cover band."

"The Byrds invented folk rock," you said defensively as Jake moved his hand further up your thigh; you shivered, feeling yourself start to harden in your pants.

"Fairport Convention-" Jake started, but you shook your head, covering Jake's hand to keep it from creeping up further.

"Fairport Convention was 1967; the Byrds were 1964. They were covering Dylan but doing something Dylan wouldn't do; they did it with electric guitars." A glance at Jake's lap showed he was getting as worked up as you were.

"You know your shit," Jake said, pulling into a driveway. He threw his car in park and had his seatbelt off before you realized what was happening. He had turned and was leaning over the center console; the hand on your thigh was gripping tight, his other hand was against your cheek, and he was kissing you. You couldn't help but kiss back, your hands coming up to his hair, tangling in it like you'd kept yourself from thinking about all night.

Jake pulled back first, a whine leaving your lips and causing you to blush even as Jake smiled. "Come on, y/n, we have a conversation to finish." He was out of the car, walking towards the door before you had your seatbelt off. You were glad he wasn't looking as you took a deep breath pulling your shirt down just a little as if that would hide how excited you had gotten.

You followed Jake into a house much nicer than your small apartment with a roommate; he waved at the couch in the living room as he turned towards the kitchen. "Want something to drink."

You bit back a smart-ass reply, caught off guard by the wall of vinyl, hundreds of records, and on the other side, more guitars than you thought any one person probably needed. I'm a Musician he had said.

"Uhh- just water." you stammered, looking at the shelves full of vinyl.

"You're no fun." was all the warning you got before Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, his hand teasing against your thigh again. You tried not to whine. Your jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight, and all you'd done was argue with this beautiful boy about music.

"What do you want to listen to?" Jake asked, his finger running up and down the inseam of your jeans.

"Vinyl isn't good for sex," you said, turning around in Jake's arm, biting your lip to stop your whine. "We live in the 21st century; everyone has a fuck playlist."

Jake laughed, leaning forward to kiss you, but again he pulled back too soon. "I'll put on Hendrix, and you can try to convince me that he's better than Page."

"And If I do?" You asked; Jake looked down at the bulge in your pants and then back up at you.

"Then I'll take care of that for you."

"And if I can't?" you asked, looking at his matching bulge, your hand sliding from Jake's shoulder down his chest. He caught your hand before you could get any further but smirked when you looked back up.

You did whine when Jake moved away and looked through the records; his smirk didn't waver as he pulled an album from the shelf. "Any objection to Electric Ladyland?"

You sat on the couch as Jake started the album. Leaning your head back as the album began, smiling as Jake settled next to you, his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers barely touching your shoulder. You rolled your eyes as if any reasonable person would have an issue with Electric Ladyland.

"So how in the world could you possibly think Hendrix is a better guitarist than Page."

You had to pull yourself out of your thoughts, only realizing that Jake had a stereo system better than your mono-speaker system. It was a much better way to experience the album than you were used to.

"Well, he did play the guitar upside down," you said, watching Jake from the corner of your eye, but he had his eyes closed, head leaned back; he was experiencing the music as much as you had been. You thought briefly of the way your teeth would leave pretty perfect marks along his neck before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake speaking.

"And I play my guitar behind my head next."

"You what?" You turned fully to look at Jake, but he just waved the hand that wasn't along the back of the couch.

"Next," Jake said, tapping his thigh to the music.

"Culturally," you said, leaning your head back, closing your eyes, and letting the first guitar solo of "Voodoo Chile" wash over you. "Culturally, he is more important than Jimmy Page. His rendition of the "Star Spangled Banner" at Woodstock captures the feelings of a nation better than- than anything; it's the best guitar performance, ever."

"Okay, shh now," Jake said, his hand moving down from the back of the couch over your shoulder, pushing its way under your shirt to rub at your chest during another guitar solo. You did as he asked. Letting the guitar solo wash over you, getting lost in the magic of Hendrix's guitar and the feel of Jake's calloused hand on your chest.

"I've never been bullied by men my father's age for sounding like Hendrix," Jake said as Hendrix spoke.

"And you have been bullied for sounding like Page?" you asked, almost disbelieving. I'm a musician.

"Mmmm." Jake hummed; when you looked over, his eyes were still closed, but he was just as turned on as he had been in the car.

"Anything else?" Jake asked, eyes cracking open as the record stopped, he didn't look like he was going to get up to flip the record, so you started, but he caught your belt loop, pulling you back to the couch.

"I think the cultural argument is the most important; if Page and Hendrix are similarly talented, and they're not, but let's say they are, it comes down to culture."

"Why?" Jake asked, turning on the couch so he was on his knees facing you, so you turned similarly, a moan escaping your lips when Jake settled his hands on your hips.

"Half of the point of music is to be heard; if your message doesn't matter, what's the point?"

"I'm going to kiss you again," Jake said; he pulled you close by your hips before leading you over so you were nearly flat on your back. He kissed as you imagined he must play guitar, hard, urgently, but there was a practicenessed to it. His hands pulled at your shirt, dislodging it so he could get his hands at your stomach, more fully at your chest.

When finally he dropped his hips enough that you could grind up against him, he moaned into your mouth, grinding against each other.

"Y/n, you should come see my band," Jake said when he pulled back, breathing heavily, his hands were at your belt buckle, not having to look at what he was doing as he unbuckled your belt, then your jeans.

"I-" you blushed, looking away from Jake, feeling his hands still where they had been pushing at your jeans. Instead, his thumbs were rubbing small circles at your hips gently, as if he was worried he'd gone too far.

"I've never been to a concert," you admitted; somehow, that was the most embarrassing thing you had said all night; you felt like the energy had left the room and you worried that you had ruined whatever good thing you had going. Jake looked shocked, pulling back and sitting on his heels so he wasn't putting his weight on your knees.

"Why not?" He was still rubbing gentle circles on your hips.

"I don't like loud noises, crowds, or bright lights." You admitted looking away from Jake, from the almost incredulous look he had on his face. Your heart sank as Jake pulled a hand from your hip, but you weren't watching, so you didn't see him move his hand up or cup your cheek, but you felt him turn your head towards him.

"Hey, y/n, that's okay." He didn't look horny; all the wildness had left his eyes. Instead, he looked soft, softer than he had been all night. "Then maybe I'll have the boys help me show off with an acoustic set when we're rehearsing or something," Jake said, and you felt your heart beat hard and fast; those weren't words said in the heat of the moment.

You didn't know what to say, didn't want to keep looking into his intensely earnest eyes, so you closed them, "you never told me if I convinced you." You said, changing the subject. Sex you could do, but the emotions, you thought back to the bad breakup you'd just had.

"I think you might have," Jake said, getting the memo. He started moving down the couch, but you caught the collar of his shirt and yanked, pulling him up so you could kiss him.

"Then, as the winner, can I forfeit my prize," you looked down at Jake, where he was tenting his pants.

"I couldn't say no to that if I wanted to." you shimmed out from under him, manhandling him just enough so that he was sitting on the couch, you between his knees on the floor. You reached down to undo the button of his pants before pulling down the zipper; when you went to do the same for yourself, Jake caught your hand, and your breath caught.

"You forfeited your prize," Jake said; his voice had gone raspy, and you could hardly breathe.

"I was just going to undo the zipper." You said that wasn't true, but maybe he would let you release some pressure.

"I don't think so, but you can go flip the record" You felt hot all over as you stood and did as you were told; the Jimi Hendrix Experience filled the air as you went back to the couch and settled between Jake's knees so you could reach forward for Jake, to take his dick from his pants before leaning forward.

When your lips closed around Jake's dick, he let out the sultriest of moans, one hand flying to your head, closing on the hair at the base of your neck. "Fuck y/n," he said as you used your tongue around the tip of his dick before taking as much as you could down your throat.

Jake didn't say much after that, letting you do what you wanted; his hand always tightened in your hair when he liked something you did. So you kept note of that, returning to the things you knew he liked as he got close. You almost had taken him all the way when he started getting louder again.

"Y/n, I'm close." you only sucked harder, even as he half-heartedly tugged at your hair, trying to pull you back. "I'm gonna." still, you didn't pull back, looking up through your eyelashes as he leaned his head back cumming in your mouth. When he looked back at you, you grinned around the mouthful of cum, swallowing it as Jake moaned, watching you. "Noise-canceling headphones." Was the first thing he said; you looked up, licking your lips, confused.

"You weren't that loud, babe." you joked as Jake reached forward, his thumb catching a bit of cum on the side of your mouth, putting his thumb in your mouth for you to clean off.

"No, for a concert, you could come to a concert with noise-canceling headphones, babies do it, and I'm sure there are adults who do it too, give me time to think about the lights and the crowds."

You felt your heart skip a beat; again, this wasn't something said in the heat of the moment. "You came that hard thinking about getting me to a concert?" You asked, joking, trying to deflect the feelings that were welling up inside of you.

Jake grinned as if he could sense your reluctance to acknowledge that maybe this was more than just sex and music, that there was a foundation of something more significant here. He reached down, pulling you up and into his lap. "Do that after a concert and see how hard I cum." he whispered before kissing you.

As he was kissing you, he reached down and pulled your dick out of your pants, The interruption of feelings hadn't gotten so far as your dick, and you were still as hard as you'd ever been; it didn't take long for Jake's hand to get you off, listening to Hendrix shred you thought of the calluses on Jake's hand, wondered what he sounded like when playing, something like Jimmy Page apparently. When you came into Jake's hand, his free hand held your face in place, so you had to watch him lick your cum from his hand. You couldn't stop the moan as your eyes traced his tongue running over his fingers.

"Jesus." You mumbled when he was finished, glad he let go of you so that you could lean forward, your face in his neck.

"My brother always jokes that you can just call him Sam," Jake said, his hand, the cleaner of the two resting on your head, playing with your hair.

"A classic," you said, your breathing evening out, Jake's other hand wrapping around your waist.

"I'm not out," Jake said; you realized that the record had stopped; you didn't care enough to have either of you move to put the next LP on.

"What?"

"I'm not out; I mean, my brothers know," Jake's hand rubbed your back under your shirt. You were gross and sweaty; usually, you insisted on a shower after sex; you didn't mind this, though; Jake was just as sweaty anyways. "And Danny, but I always count him as a brother anyways."

"Jake, what-"

"You don't know who I am?" Jake said it like a question, so you shook your head where it was pushed into Jake's neck; he sounded so vulnerable you didn't have it in you to make any jokes.

"But you know all my favorite music. No one understands how important music is to me, making it, listening to it, talking about it, sometimes it's all I want to do." You nodded into Jake's neck, you weren't sure you understood, but you also didn't think he was looking for any response.

"I think you could understand, y/n," Jake said quietly.

You wanted to tell him it had just been good sex, but you thought of how he'd grinned when you called him out for naming Elmore James as a rock artist, how he had been worried that calling Page the best guitarist would have you leaving, how he'd reached to keep you from going. You thought of the soft circles on your hips when Jake realized you had gotten shy. You wanted to wave it off as just sex, really good sex, but you knew it wasn't just that. A blowjob traded for a hand job didn't leave you feeling like this.

"I think I could learn to," you said just as softly. Your face was pushed into Jake's neck, so you couldn't see his smile.

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fateofthemegful · 4 months

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Ok but if one of the many literary geniuses on here could rewrite that one Saltburn scene with Venetia and Oliver as Reader x Jake Kiszka, I'd be eternally in their debt.

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jakekiszkaenthusiast · 1 year

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cinnamon- j.t.k

warnings- smut, oral (f.receiving), cockwarming kinda??

author’s note- hey! hope you all enjoy this kinda fluffy but also sexy fic for my favourite baby boy jakey <3 not the most original but i haven’t written in a long time sooo just enjoy it lol

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the sun warmed jake’s skin as he slowly woke up, but it wasn’t quite the type of heat he craved.

what he wanted was the feeling of your body close to his, creasing the sheets and tangling yourself around his legs, but you were nowhere to be found. his eyebrows scrunched, confusion lacing the features you so loved to admire, and he quickly sat up, adjusting the sheets covering his body.

“stay where you are!” your voice, his favourite sound, called out, and a quick look across the room told jake that you had left the bedroom door slightly ajar.

you were standing outside of the room, albeit struggling to enter it what with your hands being full, but you were determined to ensure jake stayed in bed. if he got up, he’d busy himself with getting ready for the day, and you were intent to steal him for as long as you possibly could.

“o-kay?” jake uncertainly agreed, sitting back into the pillows, though not without a doubtful look shot towards the door you were struggling to push open.

eventually you risk just kicking the door open, nudging it with your elbow to make sure it actually lets you through, and the smile you wore only faltered once, when you almost drop a mug of coffee.

“what’s all this, sweets?” jake laughs, eyebrows lifting as he took in you, your arms laden with plates and mugs and even more, and your skimpy attire.

you were balancing a large box on top of two plates, with a smaller box on top of the larger one, while two mugs dangle precariously from your fingers. you wore a short, thin powder-pink dress you only reserved for when you wanted to feel extra pretty, and the most beautiful smile jake had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

“tad-ahh!” you cheer out, breathless with the effort it took you to get upstairs.

with jake’s help, you safely extract the mugs from your fingers and place the boxes down on the bed, from which a delicious smell was emanating. baked goods.

“what did you do for me, angel?” jake asked, watching you crawl back into bed and gently sweeping your hair off of your shoulder to give him the chance to kiss it.

“just ordered us breakfast, your favourite!” you explain, quickly opening the boxes to reveal cinnamon buns in one, fresh berries in the other.

it was like watching a child open a christmas gift, the way jake’s eyes grew. he sat up eagerly, taking a plate and immediately reaching in the box to serve himself a warm, soft cinnamon bun.

as he took his first bite, his eyes fell shut, and a satisfied groan sounded from the back of his throat. you took the time to admire him in all of his morning glory- messy hair, soft, tired brown eyes, his golden skin delicately kissed by the sun shining through the open window. every detail of him was perfect, down to your favourite freckle of his sitting against the top of his stomach.

“thank you, love. cmere.” he beckoned you, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

“oh, jake, you’re getting me all sticky! stop it!” you laugh as he continues to kiss over your cheeks and jaw. the icing from his breakfast left sticky marks all over your lips, and you felt your face crinkle in displeasure at the feeling.

“can’t help it, you’re too sweet.”

“god, that was cheesy.” you poke fun at him, and yet you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him kiss you again.

jake pushes the plate in his lap away with a blind hand, too focused on kissing you with more intention this time, leaning his body into yours until you were both sinking into the pillows. he tastes sweet, full of warmth and spice. his tongue gently runs over your bottom lip, and you can’t find a reason to deny him.

“jake…” you sigh, after breaking away from his mouth.

“what…” he matches your tone, though he makes no effort to catch onto what you both know you’re trying to say.

“the food.”

“can be eaten at another time. i want you now.” he mutters against your lips, nudging his nose to yours.

“the coffee will go cold.” you warn, as you let jake place the boxes and plates onto the floor, out of the way.

“we can heat it back up again.” he offers a solution to every problem you present to him, so who are you to keep trying to stop something good?

“just let me taste you, that’s all i really want.” he whispers, slowly crawling down the bed and along your body.

“please?” his brown eyes meet yours, full of pleading and a delicate love you knew you could trust.

you reach out a hand to cup his cheek, stroking over his soft skin as a contented smile overtakes his face. his body is nestled between your legs now, warm hands pushing your thin dress up over your hips.

still, he doesn’t go any further. he waits for you to say yes, to allow him what he so desperately wants, with baited breath and subtly wriggling hips that told you he wanted this even more than his imploring eyes were letting on.

“of course, baby.”

quickly, his hands push your thighs open, baring you to his eager eyes. he looks far more hungry for you than he ever has been for cinnamon buns, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“so fucking pretty, always have been.” he murmurs, before licking a stripe from your core to your clit.

“taste so sweet, i don’t think i’ll ever get enough.” he chuckles and shakes his head, like he couldn’t quite believe he could he addicted to someone’s taste- and yet here he was, aching for more of you.

“you can have me whenever you need a fix, honey.” you joke, but your fingers threading through his hair and pushing his head back down tell him you don’t feel much like talking anymore.

jake wraps both arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him and effectively suffocating himself between your legs. once upon a time, you would have been concerned, but after a stern conversation in which jake told you that he would happily die with his face between your legs, you stopped caring so much and let him enjoy his happy place.

he lets out a muffled groan as he buries his face even closer to you, lapping and lavishing his tongue over your core before attaching his lips to your clit, suckling softly until you gasp and tighten your grip in his hair.

“fuck, jake.” you whine out, feeling your hips buck up against his mouth.

“mhm.” he moans back, nodding his head and consequently pressing his tongue harder against your clit.

he nuzzles his face from side to side, watching for the way your face changes, your mouth falling open and your eyes scrunching shut at the sensation. your hips can’t stay still, it seems, because they grind against his tongue without thought.

his hands slink up your stomach to tug at the hem of your dress, his brown eyes flicking up to meet yours as he draws circles with his tongue against you.

“take this off. please.” he pauses, remembering his manners even in his greediest moments, and you comply, shrugging it off and tossing it somewhere across the room. all the while, jake is sucking and rolling your clit over his tongue. he made it a very distracted, hard task, but you were eventually completely naked for him.

pressure is building deep in your stomach, and it only amplifies when jake snakes a hand away from your hip and slides two fingers inside of you, curling and massaging at your sweet spot until you felt your eyes rolling back into your head.

“i’m gonna- jake, please.” you manage to choke out, before your orgasm hits you hard.

still, jake continues licking and sucking at your now sensitive clit, relishing in how you throb and squeeze around his fingers still fucking into you.

“god- fuck, oh my god.” you groan, tugging away at his hair, but he can’t seem to pull himself out from between your legs.

your second orgasm hits you twice as hard as the first, your oversensitive cunt clenching down on his fingers, twitching and aching for a reprieve jake isn’t ready to reward you with yet. your hips twist, trying to get away from the all-consuming feeling his tongue was pushing you into, but his strong arms held you in place.

eventually you sink back into the bed, weak and spent, as jake finally comes up for air. he runs a finger through his hair, licking at his lips to savour every last drop of you, smiling brighter than you had seen in a while. he truly was a kid on christmas, spoiled with all of his favourite things.

“my sweet baby, you’re so good to me.” he coos, kissing a messy line along your stomach and between your tits, until he reaches your mouth. you can still taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with a faint hint of cinnamon.

“i love you, idiot.” you breathe, pressing your sticky forehead to his.

“i love you more.” he whispers, kissing your lips softly.

you break away from him, reaching over the edge of the bed to find your long-forgotten breakfast. jake shifts his leg and you find yourself slipping further down the bed until you could press your hand against the floor, a gasp leaving your mouth.

“what are you doing?” jake asks, taking his opportunity to grab a handful of your ass while it was there, sticking up right in front of him.

“trying to get more breakfast- unsuccessfully.” you grumble, barely managing to push yourself back onto the bed.

jake’s hand never leaves your ass, nor does he try to help you get back up, simply enjoying the show of your hips moving from side to side, and how he got an occasional glimpse of your glistening cunt every time your thighs spread.

“i don’t think i’m finished with you, sweets.” he says, using both hands to pull your hips up until you could feel his hot breath against your clit.

“reach over and have a taste of our breakfast, some of the icing.” you obey before you can really think about it, swiping through the icing and sucking it clean from your fingers.

“isn’t it good?” he asks so casually, while his large hands spread your ass cheeks apart.

“mhm, very good. i picked well.” you mutter, breath hitched in your throat in preparation for whatever he was going to do next.

“now tell me,” he interrupts himself to lick over you, collecting your juices in his mouth, “does the icing taste better than you do?”

he takes a strong hold in your hair and pulls you up, twisting your head until he was hovering above you, forcing his thumb past your lips to pull your mouth open. he spits into your mouth and makes sure you swallow with a satisfied smirk upon his lips.

you’re so unbelievably turned on that you forget jake had even spoken, so when he tilts his head expectantly, eyebrows lifted, you can’t quite figure out what he wants from you.

“answer my question, baby. do you think you taste better than the icing?” his strong hands cup your cheeks, cradling your face delicately as you slowly nod.

“yes, i do.” you whisper.

“smart, smart girl. you taste better than any baked treat. the sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted.” he murmurs against your lips, pressing a deep kiss to them until you’re pulling him closer and gasping for air at the same time.

“ ‘m gonna fuck you now, pretty girl. is that okay?”

you could’ve screamed yes in that moment. you wanted nothing more than to have him fill you up, make you a mess and mark you as his, but words seem to be failing you in this current moment, so you opt instead to nod so hard you think your head might fall off and reach for his cock, stroking over it with shaking hands.

“please.” you manage to squeak out when he still doesn’t move despite your legs haphazardly flung open for him, the most graceless but also the most desperate and ready position you could possibly be in.

suddenly, you’re being flipped over, with one of his hands pulling your hips up and the other pushing your head down into the pillows.

“god, so fucking pretty and pink. wish i had a camera nearby so i could document my pretty, pink pussy.” he groans, his thumb rubbing over your clit.

“all yours, jakey.” you practically purr, shoving your hips further back to chase his touch as his thumb moves away.

a swift crack to your ass cheek keeps your greedy tendencies in check, and you remain still as he admires you.

“all mine. all of you belongs to me, don’t you?” he asks, and all you can do is whimper in response.

“this pussy belongs to me,” he begins, sliding a finger inside and hooking it into your g spot,

“this ass belongs to me,” his free hand smacks at the plush skin of your ass, taking a handful,

“these tits belong to me,” his hand travels along your back and snakes over your stomach in search of your nipple, squeezing and tugging away at it until a high-pitched whine squeaks out of you,

“and this pretty, pretty face belongs to me too.” his hand abandons your nipple in favour of grasping your jaw, squeezing your cheeks until your lips puff up and your neck aches from twisting too far in the wrong direction.

jake lets go of your face, combing his fingers through your hair before he traces lines along the rest of your body. his spare hand slips out of you, and before you can begin to complain, you’re met with the very welcome sensation of his cock stretching you out.

softly you sigh as you get used to his size, happy and so full you can feel the weight of him deep in your stomach, that delicious ache being quelled finally. your favourite craving.

his hips begin to rock, slowly pushing in and out of you, until you push your hips back and he gets the message.

“don’t be gentle. just fuck me, jake.” you sigh, glad to feel his hands take a harsh grip on your hips and his body begin a faster pace.

soon, he’s slamming into you so hard you’re not sure you can remember exactly what ‘gentle’ means anymore. it’s intoxicating, feeling him everywhere, stealing your breath away, scratching at your skin, pounding your cunt over and over again until it hurts- in the best way possible.

“so fucking tight, feels too damn good.” he grunts out, just barely cutting himself off with a choked moan in the back of his throat.

“keep fucking me like that, please, god, don’t stop.” you whine out, reaching down to press quick circles into your clit, feeling your toes curl as your orgasm quickly approaches.

“just cum for me, angel. don’t think about anything else.” he pants, hooking an arm under your hips to keep your body from sinking into the bed and stop him from chasing his end too.

the extra support only provides more pressure right where you need it, his forearm pushing down on your lower stomach and making the pleasure altogether too much, and soon all you can do is scream his name into your pillow, crumbling into the feeling of your orgasm washing over you.

“good girl, that’s my sweet baby. keep cumming for me.” he rasps out, his hips stuttering as he tries to hold on for just a moment longer.

“gonna fill you up, make you mine. you want that, baby? wanna be all filled up with my cum?” he always gets vocal just as he’s about to cum, trying to talk himself through it as his body convulses and twitches with overwhelming pleasure.

“give it to me, please, jake.” you whimper, fisting the sheets beneath you.

he lets out a throaty groan, forcing his hips against your ass as he finishes, pressing his weight into your body and kissing over your shoulders.

you clutch at his hips, reaching out for the softer skin of his tummy, desperate to keep him close. you need him to stay with you for just a while longer, begging for the weight of his body on top of yours for as long as you selfishly demand. maybe it was a strange position to some, but it felt so complete and right for you in that moment, you couldn’t help but cling to it until someone’s foot inevitably falls asleep.

“i’m not going anywhere, angel.” he whispers into your hair, smoothing kisses over your hairline as you quietly whimper and moan underneath him.

“just wanna stay like this for a while. feels nice.” you mumble, feeling his hand take yours and squeeze it gently.

“we can stay like this for as long as you want. we don’t have anywhere to be. we even have snacks, see? you planned ahead without even realising.”

he points your intertwined hands towards the box of cinnamon buns still sitting on the floor, waiting for you to tear into later.

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abeautylives · 23 days

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Times I Remember Well

(and Some That I Don’t)

Part 3

author’s note: Thank you for reading this ridiculous story. Now for the good stuff.

pairing: female!OCxjake

time frame: 2016-2018

word count: almost 7.8k this part

warnings: language, underage drinking (implied), mentions of sex and sexual situations, nudity, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected penetrative sex

You know how most people’s lives change pretty drastically when they move away for college?

What, were you expecting me to claim that I was different, special in some way?

I’m not.

If you’re wondering, Sam and I were fine. I guess he’d matured enough to keep speaking to me when he found out I’d almost fucked his brother. I was still immature enough to give him a classic three day long silent treatment over the whole Sam said he thought you were fucking that guy you dated thing.

I even made him agree to never bring me up to Jake again. Ever.

Anyway, my first semester of college kind of kicked my ass. I was smart enough, but I couldn’t decide on a major and it made the whole experience feel like a waste of time. I didn’t meet anyone worth much of my effort to get to know, and I spent a lot of nights alone in my dorm room. I barely even liked my roommate. Meanwhile, Sam was at home breezing through his last year of high school and preparing to actually go on tour.

Like a real tour. It was my worst nightmare. And I had to hear all about it when I came home for winter break.

But he was excited, of course he was. And I was proud of him. And Josh, and Danny. I couldn’t bring myself to have positive feelings for Jake. After he’d rejected and embarrassed me (again), I’d run off to school determined to lose my v-card to literally anyone who’d never been to Frankenmuth or heard of their band. Fortunately for me, almost no one had heard of either.

So, I did. And Matthew Nowak had been a very cursory and lazy fuck, but he got the job done. I mean, he popped the cherry or whatever, he didn’t make me come, and I never gave him another opportunity to try.

I almost didn’t even go home for Christmas, my dad had been begging me to come see him, but I knew if I didn’t go home, I might never see my best friend again.

Was that a little dramatic? Sure, but the dates for tour were going to start around my birthday, before he even graduated, and he wouldn’t be home for the entire summer. There were talks of getting signed, to a fucking label. Releasing their music to the world. Jake’s dreams were coming true and he was stealing my best fucking friend from me.

He really was an asshole.

I went back to school in the spring a little sad, nostalgic for a time when things were easy and fun, and I always had a weekend smoke sesh in the Kiszka garage to look forward to. There was nothing for me to look forward to in Ann Arbor. Until I met Soph.

Sophie and I were paired up within the first few days of one of our classes, and thank God we were. We clicked instantly, she was almost like a female version of Sam with even better hair.

She got me out of my slump, out of my dorm room and out of my own head.

As we started hanging out more outside of class, we learned about each other’s lives at home, and she let me talk endlessly about Sam. About moving away from Traverse and finding the best friend I’d ever had, growing up with him, becoming an adult at his side.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but eventually I ran out of stories and didn’t feel the need to talk about him much anymore.

For a few months, we worked hard and partied harder, and I felt more and more like myself, or my new self, with her help. My new self must have been putting out certain vibes that attracted attention, because I wasn’t hurting for it. Not that I really had back home, but home had narrowed my view, the Kiszkas my whole world. Even when I did date boys, Sam was there to tell me he didn’t like them, then Josh was there shining brighter than the sun, blinding me to them.

Then Jake was there. Ruining me for everyone else, just by existing.

In Ann Arbor, Soph had the opposite effect. Every guy was cute, cute enough to talk to, flirt with, party with. A select few were hot enough to make out with, let them touch our bodies, we would touch theirs. Dance with them, let them pull us close, throw our arms around them and tell them to take us somewhere quieter.

There was that one time, I’d gone back to this guy’s dorm and he’d put a playlist on shuffle. Ya know, so we wouldn’t be heard. And right before I put his dick in my mouth, fucking Highway Tune started playing.

Instant no. I left him there with a hard-on and zero promises of returning.

But anyway, Soph and I had fun every weekend, studied every weeknight. By the end of the second semester, we’d decided on my major, and made sure we would share more classes in the fall.

When summer break rolled around, we spent the first half with her family in Grand Rapids and the second, reluctantly, with my mom. Home was weird without Sam, but he was off galavanting across the U.S. Communication between us had been sparse, though he did call me once every few weeks to fill me in, and let’s be honest, brag. I didn’t mind the bragging, much, but even with how well things were going at school, I’d have given anything to drop it all and be with him.

Even if it meant tolerating Jake.

Life goes on, time keeps on slipping, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning and all that.

College was hard, but Soph and I really buttoned up in the fall. More studying, fewer boys, a little less fun, but Michigan gets cold fast and running wild all over campus didn’t hold the same appeal. We vowed to live it up in the spring, maybe settle down and get some boyfriends. Maybe not.

“Holy shit holy shit!”

We were in the library, Soph across the table from me with wide eyes, laptops, books and notes spread out between us.

“Shhh! What? What the fuck?” She leaned in conspiratorially and I turned my phone around to show her the screen.

“They’re playing in Detroit. They’re coming home!”

“Will you be quiet? Who, Sam’s band?”

That made me laugh every time. I always called it Sam’s band, because he would’ve loved it and someone else I knew would have loathed it.

They hadn’t been home in forever, they were hardly even in the states, and when they’d played the Fillmore in the spring I’d been so bogged down with new classes and so much fucking homework, I couldn’t justify leaving campus let alone the city.

But they were coming back, and I’d be on winter break. Sam had sent me their schedule, which I’d thrust into Soph’s hands.

“Aww, reunion! I wish I could go with you.” Her pouty face was unmatched, but she was going with her parents to visit family in Ohio for the holidays. For a moment, that realization made me panic. I wanted to go, needed to see my best friend, but to do it alone? Why did that make me nervous?

Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in two years. Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in more than two. I doubted I’d even get to spend much time with Sam, and I doubted further that I’d be able to get him away from the others.

Not that I wouldn’t want to hang out with Danny, or even Josh. But… well, you know.

I wondered if they were going home for the brief break between Detroit and Seattle, and I made a mental note to ask Sam.

I’d insisted on buying my own ticket to the show, their third added at the Fox after the first two sold out, but Sam wouldn’t hear of it. He set me up with a ticket and access to see them backstage, and I tried not to let it get to my head. It's not like they were famous or anything.

Selling out multiple shows.

I FaceTime’d Sophie so she could help me decide what to wear - I hadn’t put this kind of pressure on an outfit since the night I kissed… yeah, you saw how that went.

We landed on skin tight faux leather pants, an extremely low-cut black and tan floral print top with a fitted bodice and wide, flowy sleeves, and chunky black boots. I planned to top it off with a vintage fur coat Sam and I had found thrifting a few years back. We’d always joked that it originally belonged to the old lady they named their band after.

“Okayyyyy, so what about your underwear?”

I stopped spinning in front of my phone, where I’d been showing Sophie the whole get up.

“What the fuck do you mean, my underwear? Who cares?”

“Babe, it’s a rock show! What if you meet a super hot guy with like, tattoos and a tongue ring that wants to rock your world?” I watched her eyebrows waggle as she stuck her own tongue out at me.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s really their demographic.”

But… an idea started to form. Sexy underwear would make me feel sexy. Who would be irritated to see me, looking and feeling sexy, arguably hotter now than I’d ever been? Who would be downright furious to watch me get a little flirty, a little provocative with another man? Men? His brothers?

Ohhh, Jake Kiszka was gonna kill me. And it was gonna be worth it.

The ticket Sam held for me was in the front fucking row. Of the seats, behind the pit floor, but still. How embarrassing, what if I didn’t know any of the words? I didn’t really listen to their music, not since I was in high school, watching them practice or play at Fischer.

As you can imagine, I didn’t need to worry. Every, single, song was familiar. Songs that they’d written or started writing when Sam was barely fifteen. But the people around me knew them all, better than I did actually.

That was… pretty cool.

I left my seat as the guys were blowing kisses and throwing flowers into the crowd, stopped in a bathroom to check myself out, and followed Sam’s directions to make it backstage. The guys made it there before me, I could hear their excited voices from the hall as a security guard led me to their green room. We slowed as we got closer, and I stopped the guard before we reached the door, composing myself, slipping my coat off, smoothing my hair and controlling my expression.

You should've seen his face when I walked through the doorway, slow clapping and wearing my best deadpan. They all turned their heads in my direction, but his face was the one I sought out.

His cheeks were still flushed from the stage (he honestly goes crazy up there) but he immediately turned so bright pink I hoped his head would explode.

“YOU’RE HERE! Holy shit, you’re here!” Sam rushed at me and instantly my feet were off the ground, he swung me around and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched wide as I laughed with him.

“You’re sweaty! Put me down, idiot!” He dropped me to my feet and grabbed a hand, lifted it above my head and spun me in a circle.

“Look at you, you look hot, T!” His laughter cracked loud and joyous and my heart soared. He didn’t mean anything by it, of course, but he was right and I knew it.

Danny approached me next, taller and even broader than I ever remembered him being, and wrapped me up in another sweaty hug. “Good to see you, did you get tinier?” We laughed and I slapped him away. Then Josh caught my eye, arms crossed over his bare chest under an open black vest and leaning against the vanity, grinning.

I moved toward him and he met me in the middle, opened his arms and threw them around me. He didn’t make fun of me, or comment on the way I looked. Our cheeks were pressed together and he turned his face and dropped a kiss to mine. “We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you guys too, more than you know.”

He let me go and his grin stretched into a blinding smile. “What’d you think of the show?”

“It was fucking awesome, I can’t believe you guys are like, legit rockstars! Seems like yesterday you were jamming in your garage.” Sam sidled up and threw a long arm over my shoulders.

“To be fair, we didn’t really stop jamming in the garage until last year, T.”

I knew that, I guess. But I’d missed it, and I’d missed the moment my best friend grew up. But this wasn’t the time to get weepy about that. I still had a mission to accomplish.

Turning out of Sam’s hold, I faced him. He no longer looked apoplectic, but his nostrils were flared and his arms were crossed, one hand running a finger across his chin below pursed lips. His focus was distinctly somewhere on the floor, but I walked toward him and watched his eyes connect with my boots and then travel, slowly, all the way up my body.

Get a good look, asshole.

And he did, his gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on my hips, and then again on my chest before it finally met my face.

Say something stupid, I dare you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

My own eyes rolled in my skull. “Good to see you too, Jacob. How have you been?”

His features twisted in confusion for just a moment before he smoothed them back out. Good.

“Fantastic, living the dream, ya know. How have you been, Tiny?”

“Oh, really good!” I crossed one arm, tucking it under my tits and pushing them up while I twirled a finger through a strand of my hair with the other hand. “I’m majoring in English and Writing and aced all of my finals this past semester. Just really living my best on-campus life. Work hard, play hard and all that.”

It was so satisfying, the way he’d accidentally looked at my chest and then failed to look back at my face until I was done speaking. I swear to you my pussy fluttered when he swallowed, hard, before responding. It was that satisfying.

“That’s- ahem, that’s great. Glad to hear it. Thanks for coming by to say hi or whatever but we need to pack up our gear and head to the hotel.”

Nice try.

“Oh, cool! I’d love to come with you guys, I just miss you all so much.” His face started turning pink again before I looked over my shoulder. “Sammy! Can I come with and hang out at the hotel? Just for a little bit?” I whipped my head back, my hair swinging with it, to see his face before Sam even answered.

I wanted to see if steam came out of his ears.

“Fuck yeah! You can crash with me if you want!”

One corner of my mouth lifted and curled. “Perfect!”

I regret to inform you that no steam came out. But I think it was pretty close.

When I pulled in at the hotel, I texted Sam and he told me they were in the lobby so I flipped my visor down, checked my face and fluffed my hair. After a deep breath, I got out of the car and made my way inside.

The hotel wasn’t anything too ritzy, and I figured despite it all, they weren’t that famous. Sam still looked and sounded like the best friend I’d grown up with, though there was something about him that had become more attractive. All of them actually exuded more… sex appeal?

Ugh, musicians.

My timing was pretty good, I entered the building in time to catch them getting in the elevator, Jake being the last left in the lobby. But we caught each other’s eye and instead of walking on, he backed up a step. The doors closed and the elevator rose without him.

He stood there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, and waited for me to reach him. When I did, he spoke before I could.

“What are you doing here, T?”

I painted confusion on my face instead of the pure gratification I actually felt. “Visiting my friends? What are you-“

“Cut the bullshit. It’s unbecoming.”

Okay, that was a little wrinkle in my plan. I hadn’t even started shamelessly flirting with anyone yet and he was already cursing at me. I doubled down.

“I came to see them, Jake.” I pressed the button to call the elevator back down and crossed my arms.

“And what about me?”

“What about you?” Just as I glanced up, feigning more interest in the LED display of numbers as the elevator came down than this conversation, he stepped closer and gripped my arm. Pulled me closer.

It felt familiar.

“I’m not buying it. Come on.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened to an empty car, but he was already pulling me down a hall toward a stairwell door. It swung open as he shoved through it, yanked me through and pushed me ahead of him, and it slammed shut behind us.

The stairwell was silent, our breathing was amplified and bounced off the walls. His voice made me flinch.

“Third floor. Go.”

Four flights of stairs and two landings separated me from their room. That was fine, I could do it.

Except he stayed behind me the entire time and didn’t speak a word. By the time I pushed the door to the third floor open, my nerves were fried and I was still trying to discern his reasoning for taking the stairs. If he had yelled at me or pushed me to the wall and kissed me in the stairwell, it would’ve made more sense. Instead, he placed a hand low on my back and led me down a deserted hallway to room 307. I breathed a shaky sigh of relief, ready to abandon the plan completely and run to Sam, use him as a personal human shield for the rest of the night.

But he pulled a key card out of his pocket and slid it into the lock, and the heavy door opened to a dark, empty room.

Jake stepped inside and flicked on a light, holding the door open for me. I didn’t move.

“Jake, what-“

“Get in here, we need to talk.”

It sounded like a terrible idea, I hadn’t come here to talk. I came to spend time with Sam and do enough harmless flirting with the guys to drive Jake crazy.

“No. Where are the guys?”

He just stared at me for a tense few seconds before he sighed impatiently. “In Sam and Danny’s room.”

“And which room would that be, exactly? I’ll just go knock-“

“Please.”

I know, I know. Did he really have to go and ask nicely?

“Fine, you know what? You have five minutes then I’m the fuck out of here.” He had the nerve to give me a tight-lipped smile, lift his palm and wave me in as I started to pass him and head into the room. Then he let the door swing shut.

We were alone.

The room was pretty standard, two queen-size beds, a table and two chairs. Not exactly rockstar shit. I tossed my coat onto the closest bed.

“You want a drink?”

I dropped into a chair, crossed my legs and folded my hands over my knee. “No, I don’t. What did you need to talk to me about? You have four minutes.”

He pulled a White Claw out of the mini fridge, popped the tab and sat at the end of the bed closest to me. After a swig from the can, he leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees.

“Three minutes.”

“Jesus, give it a rest, T.” He pinned me with a glare and my eyes widened. “Don’t. Don’t act all affronted because you’re not getting your way, I’m sick of it.”

“I don’t know what you mean, I-“

“Stop! Tell me why you’re really here.”

“To see Sam! I told you-“

He stood from the bed, leaned across me and slammed the can onto the table. I jumped in my seat, but then he bent down and gripped the arms of the chair on either side of me. Right in my face, he ripped me to shreds.

“I’m tired of this, T. Since day one, everything has always had to be all about you, your feelings, your stupid ideas, your fucking games.”

That was ridiculous and it straightened my spine, I sat up taller and put us nose to nose, but he didn’t stop.

“How many times have you come between us and Sam? Pitted us against each other? Run away when you didn’t get your way, with one of us or all of us?”

With a huff, he pushed himself away from me but now I was ready for a fight. Launching from the chair, my body followed his. “And what about you, Jake? You spent years fucking with me, leading me on, just to humiliate me over and over again!”

“Is that really what you think?!” We were squared up now, hands flailing as we yelled in each other's faces. “I didn’t do shit, and you spent years avoiding me, making me feel awkward and unwelcome in my own house because God forbid I ever be in the presence of such a self-entitled, delicate fucking princess!”

“Oh, you fucking prick. Fuck you-“

“So eloquent, that’s really lovely Tiny.”

You already know that he said that on purpose.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” I was fuming, the steam was probably coming out of my ears, and that pissed me off further. Everything about this was infuriating, my night completely off-railed, my time with my friends ruined. I was done.

I threw my hands up and then put them on his shoulders, with all intention to shove him out of my way and walk out of the room with some part of my dignity intact, for once.

But that’s not exactly what happened.

Because once I touched him, the tension reached a breaking point. And boy did it break.

Before I could push him away, his arms were around me, his hands spread across my back, and he pulled me in.

Yep, he was kissing me.

Our mouths slammed together and all the anger, all the fury, combusted between them.

My own hands betrayed me and shot from a grip on his shoulders to a grip in the hair at the back of his head, still slightly damp from sweat or a shower at the venue, I had no idea. And I didn’t care.

He ravaged my lips until they felt bruised, opened them with his and forced our tongues to battle for dominance, sucked the air from my lungs until I couldn’t breathe. I pulled away to drag some back in but he hardly gave me the chance, tugging me back in to kiss my lips, bite my jaw, murmuring between the attacks.

“Why are you really here…”

His hands slid up my back and sunk into my hair, pulled my head to the side so he could continue his attack on my neck, my throat.

“Say it, the truth.”

My brain was in shut down, I forgot what words were and how to make them. His teeth reminded me, scraping along my skin.

“You. For you.”

His lips closed over mine again and he was moving me, two steps backward and we turned, the back of my knees hit the bed where he’d been sitting. Our mouths broke apart, our hands fell away. The sound of our breathing, fast and uneven, thundered between us.

“I’m not gonna stop this time, T.”

My heart stumbled over its next few beats.

“I don’t want you to.”

We fell back into silence as he reached forward and slid his hands up underneath my shirt, rough fingertips pushing the fabric up over my ribs, my chest, I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head and shook my hair out as he let it drop to the floor.

There was just enough light coming from the only one he’d flicked on, and the moonlight spilling through the uncovered window, that I saw his nostrils flare. His eyes trailed over my lace and silk covered chest before meeting mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” My breath caught, I held it. “I’ve never told you how beautiful you are.”

I couldn’t speak, emotion squeezing my throat, the words I’d always wanted to hear from him tightening every muscle in my body. So instead, I mirrored his actions and tucked my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. Soft, heated skin met my touch and I flattened my palms over his hips, up over his stomach and I swear he trembled. Seriously! When they made it to his chest, I could feel the hard, steady beat of his heart, rapid beneath my hand.

Maybe he knew I could feel it, maybe not, but he leaned in and pulled a soft, sweet kiss from my lips before he took over and tugged the shirt over his head.

“Jake…” His chest and stomach were lightly toned and completely flawless, a glimpse of which I’d gotten when he was onstage, shirtless under an open jacket. I wanted to tell him just how perfect I thought he was, he’d always been, but the words wouldn’t come. So I bent my knees and dropped to the bed, the barely there happy trail leading up from the low waist of his pants now directly in front of my face.

I leaned forward and kissed it. A strangled noise came from above me, I smiled against his skin. Then his hand was in my hair and he pulled, forcing my face up. He smirked.

“You ever done this before?”

Asshole.

Blindly I reached for and found the button of his jeans, popped it open and worked his zipper down slowly.

“Please don’t piss me off, or I won’t be nice.”

A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Just making sure.”

His grip in my hair kept my chin tilted up, eyes locked with his. I peeled the denim over his hips and pulled it down to his knees. Heat rolled off his body in waves, I was dying to look at it, take it all in but there was fire in his stare and I was burning. My fingertips mapped out what I couldn’t see, found the subtle V that led down into his briefs and traced it before I tucked them under the elastic and rolled it down his legs.

Jake Kiszka’s cock bobbed in the air between his hips and my face. Crazy, I know. I wrapped shaky fingers around him, felt how thick and hard he was before I’d even seen it, tried to picture what I could remember from his dark bedroom.

“Fuck, T.” I tightened my grip on him, just a little, stroked him once. His eyes slid shut. “I can’t believe you’re here.” I stroked him again and his grasp on my hair loosened, my chin dropped and there it was. As perfect as the rest of him, his dick was big, the head flushed pink. My mouth watered.

For real.

In that moment, I wondered quickly what he liked, how fast, how slow, how hard? My tongue slid out and tasted him, just the very tip, and he snatched my hair up again. The sting in my scalp made my eyes water and I opened my lips and took him in, wrapped them around him and swirled my tongue over his skin. He whimpered.

I could be remembering that wrong, but I swear he did.

He wanted to take control, I could feel it in the smallest amount of pressure from his knuckles on my scalp, but I wanted to be stubborn. I was tired of the control he seemed to have over every one of our interactions. I released him with a soft pop and his eyes shot open.

“C’monnn,” he groaned. I took my hand off of his dick and pushed him back, he almost stumbled, his legs still trapped in his half-removed jeans. I stood from the bed, spun us around and reversed our positions, then pushed him by the shoulders to sit.

“Patience, Jake, patience.” I flicked the front clasp of my bra open and felt the unrestrained relief as my tits spilled out, then that flutter of satisfaction as his eyes went wide right before going soft and dreamy. What can I say, Jake’s a breast man. “Aht.” He’d reached for them, lifted his hands like he just couldn’t wait to feel them again, but they paused in midair. “I said patience.”

He huffed out a sigh and dropped them, so I continued. Made a little show out of unzipping my boots, sliding them off and peeling the skin-tight material of my pants down my legs. His fingers flexed against his thighs the entire time, clenching into fists and releasing over and over. I waited until I was left in just the lacy thong to instruct him to remove his pants.

His boots were kicked off and denim tossed away in an instant.

And there we were again. Jake, fully bared to me while we stared at each other, my tits out and pussy covered. But this wasn’t going to end the way it did two years ago.

Not if I had anything to say about it.

I dropped to my knees and his legs spread, making room for me to kneel between them. His cock jumped when I touched him, just my fingertips, up his shins and over his kneecaps before I placed my palms flat on his thighs. When I peeked up at him through my lashes, he was staring hard, jaw clenched and nostrils flared again. So I continued to trace my fingers over his skin, further up his thighs, over his hips, up and down his happy trail.

Through gritted teeth, “Baby, please.”

Baby? I was throbbing, slick between my thighs already but that hit me like lightning.

I wrapped a fist around him at the base and took him all the way to the back of my throat.

I had to.

A string of rough curses fell from his lips and a hand tangled in my hair, but I kept my composure, sucking him in and stroking with my fist, letting him sink as deep as I could without choking. His skin was hot velvet on my tongue, I could taste his desire, his need, and I couldn’t help the moan that rippled up my throat around his cock.

“Jesus fuck.” His hips jerked, I gagged around him, he fisted the hair at the back of my head and yanked me off of him. “Get up here.”

Remember how I wanted to maintain the control here? Yeah, I failed.

He used his grip on my head to bring my lips to his, his tongue sweeping in to dance with mine immediately, his hands moving down my body to pull me up and into his lap. I threw my arms around him and rocked into it instantly, his roving hands landing on my ass and pulling me in, his dick rock hard and slick with my spit grinding against my silk-covered pussy.

Just like that, I lost control of my insolent mouth too.

The kiss broke and I rested my forehead on his, my eyes trained on what was happening between our hips. “God… I-“ The head of his cock caught on my clit, I gasped at the feeling. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Embarrassing, I know. But then… ohh then.

His hands skimmed up my ribs until they were cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples.

“I’ve wanted you longer, T. Forever.”

Goosebumps. Literal goosebumps ran up my arms, I shivered, my nipples tightened, and he pulled one into his mouth. He sucked and lapped at it, thumb still moving over the other, and without hesitation he sunk his teeth in.

“Fuck yes, yes yes…”

His tongue circled it again and he released it, pressed a hot and fast kiss to my mouth.

“You still like that, huh?” He chuckled as he opened his lips over the other side. The silk between my legs was soaked, I could feel how easily I was sliding over his cock, and I was getting impatient despite the way I’d reprimanded him hardly ten minutes ago.

“Jake, please…”

He popped off of my nipple and pulled another kiss from my lips, then leaned back and let one corner of his mouth curl up, self-satisfied and cocky.

Still an asshole.

“Please what, baby? Tell me.”

My eyes rolled, even as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck, nipped and licked me there.

“I want you inside, please fuck me.” Self-control, out the window.

“Mmm,” he hummed into my skin, “No.”

Before I could be properly offended, and believe me, I was, he gripped my thighs and hauled me up, then deposited me onto the mattress. Well, tossed me, really. I bounced once, arms and legs flailing, hair falling in my face. By the time I pushed it away and propped myself up on my elbows, he was standing at the foot of the bed, dick in his fist. I opened my mouth to speak, to yell at him or beg him to stick it in, I don’t know, but he was stroking himself, and he moaned. My mouth snapped shut.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” I scoffed, offended, pissed even. “Yet.” He let himself go and placed his hands on the mattress, then climbed onto the edge of the bed and started crawling towards me.

It was so fucking hot. His cheeks were flushed, his hair wild from my hands, his eyes dark. I backed away, moving up the bed until my shoulders met the headboard. He didn’t stop coming, and I didn’t want him to. Instinctively, my knees bent and my legs fell open, inviting him in. But he didn’t settle there, when his hands reached me, he grabbed me by the calf and threw my leg over his shoulder on his way down.

His mouth opened over damp silk and I cried out, his name or God’s, I’m not sure, but his lips and tongue were moving against me and I may have blacked out. I came to when one of his hands skimmed up my inner thigh, and he broke away long enough to slip two fingers under the material and tug it aside.

Jake Kiszka’s tongue was on my actual, bare pussy.

My shoulders sagged against the headboard as I reached for him, burying my fingers in his already tangled and unruly hair, our eyes met and he dragged his tongue over me again and again.

“Shit, you were right, this is better,” I panted. He smiled against my cunt and I felt it. I smiled too.

My cheeks hurt I was smiling so hard, until he laser-focused his attention to my clit. His lips wrapped around it and he sucked it past them, my jaw dropped.

“Oh, oh my God, oh my God!” He was good at this. Too good. The beginnings of an orgasm were already swirling, tightening in my belly, making my toes tingle. The tip of his tongue moving against me until he opened his mouth over me again, and I felt it plunge inside me. The sounds I was making were unholy but I had no shame, I couldn’t feel anything other than need. I needed to scream, I needed to come, I needed him.

He brought a hand up around my thigh and ran his thumb over my folds, licking himself as he lapped at me, then swirled it over my clit as his tongue fucked me. Before I could even moan, two fingers from his other hand replaced his tongue inside me.

“Jake!”

His head tilted and he pressed his lips against my thigh, kissed it and grinned. “Yes?” Fingers everywhere, filling me and fucking me, circling the most sensitive part of me - I forgot what I wanted to say, if I had even wanted to. Instead I pulled his mouth back, he slid his thumb away and flicked his tongue against me.

“Yessss, yes just like that, please!” I let my eyes close and stars were already dancing behind my lids, I was close, so close, and I told him so. I moaned it and his fingers plunged deep and curled. I screamed it and he sucked my clit back into his mouth.

I came hard, nails dug into his scalp, bucking my hips against his face, screaming his name.

It was unreal. College guys had nothing, fucking nothing, on him.

Before my muscles had even relaxed, he lifted his head from between my thighs and moved up my body, his fingers still pumping slowly inside me as he kissed my hip, my stomach, my breast on his way up to my mouth. He tasted like me when my tongue touched his, and he eased his fingers from my body.

“Absolutely fucking stunning, breathtaking.”

His breath was taken? I still couldn’t breathe, my chest continued to heave as he left the bed, taking my panties down my legs with him, and I could barely lift my head to see what he was doing. My eyes closed and I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he returned and settled on his heels between my legs, still splayed open. I cracked an eyelid and found him watching me, wrapped condom held between his fingers.

Under his gaze, I shifted down until my head rested on the pillows, spreading my legs wider, pussy presented to him on a silver fucking platter.

This was happening. There was absolutely no way this was not happening. Not this time.

“Now, Jake.” Unrecognizable, my voice had a distinct sex kitten-like quality that I loved as soon as it hit my ears. He must have loved it too, because his dick twitched and he gripped it. I reached up and snatched the condom from his fingers, tore it open and started rolling it on while his eyes bugged out and his jaw fell slack.

“Jesus, not your first time, huh?” My hand replaced his around him and I stroked, he leaned over me and I guided the head to my center, moved it through the slick pool of arousal there. He paused, poised to enter me, and met my eyes.

“I’m pretty much out of firsts, Jake.”

His eyes closed, his hips rocked forward, and he pushed just past my opening, the tip not even fully inside me.

I tilted my own hips up, he slipped a fraction of an inch deeper. I whispered, and it was sexy, and seductive. “It could’ve been you.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, opened his eyes and we watched each other’s faces as he sunk deeper, slowly, to the hilt. “It should’ve been me.”

Stunned, speechless, we stayed like that. Unmoving, bodies connected, eyes locked. He broke first, dropping his lips to mine and rocking into me softly. A sound I’d never heard before, quieter than a moan, crept up his throat, trapped behind his lips as they caressed mine. My legs lifted, cradling him between my thighs and wrapping around him.

It was gentle, sweet. The exact opposite of how I knew it would’ve been, if I’d let him be my first, thinking he wasn’t.

I felt my cheeks warm, my eyes pool with tears. I blinked them away. This was everything I’d wanted and more. I knew I’d been an idiot to think otherwise. Especially when he pulled back and delivered a quick, deep thrust and there was no pain. Only pleasure bloomed inside me, hot and volatile.

“Again, more…”

An excellent listener, he repeated it. Again, again, and I met each thrust with my own. Our kiss turned frantic, sloppy, lips and tongues clashing and pushing, pulling and taking. The temperature in the room was rising with the heat of our skin, our bodies slipping against each other. He lifted his chest from mine, hands braced on the pillows on either side of my head, and the conditioned air on our damp skin made us both groan in ecstasy.

I damn near came again, almost commented on it but he dropped back down and shoved an arm between me and the mattress, rolled us both. We laughed as we landed, his hair strewn across the pillow and mine falling in his face. My laughter stuck in my throat when he grabbed onto my thighs and pulled, tucking my knees against his hips and forcing me to sit. I propped myself up with my hands on his chest and fell back into the rhythm, my hips rolling.

“Goddamn, you feel so good, look so good riding me.”

My head fell back as his words rippled through me, his fingertips digging into me, his hands moving my body over his. He brought one to my chest, squeezed me roughly, rolled my nipple with his fingers, pinched it. Hard.

“Yes!” He did the same to the other, my pussy clenched around him.

“You like when it hurts a little, don’t you?”

“I- I don’t know, I guess so- ohhh!” He wrapped a hand around each tit and sunk his fingertips into my flesh, then kneaded them both, ran the pads of his thumbs over the peaks.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re fucking perfect.”

Yeah, I lost my mind a little bit. My hips bucked wildly in his lap. Perfect? Me? My nails pressed into his skin, I dragged them down his chest, reveling in the sharp hiss sucked between his teeth, the way his own hips lifted from the bed and he fucked into me. Sharp, fast thrusts hitting me so deep I was screaming his name. He sat up and pulled my face to his, kissed me hard, bit down on my bottom lip, and then tipped me backwards.

My head was nearly hanging off the end of the bed, but really, who cares? My ankles locked behind his back and he was slamming his hips into the back of my thighs.

Fuck, was I gonna come? He had to be close. I lifted my head, now very much hanging off the bed, to ask him.

Beep. Click.

His hips stuttered and paused, we both whipped our heads to the door, which was fucking opening.

Josh appeared, his foot crossed the threshold and he was looking down at his phone.

“GET OUT!!” We yelled in unison. Josh’s head popped up, his eyes went huge, and then he laughed.

“Shit, sorry guys.” He started backing out into the hall, the door creaking closed. “About time,” We heard him chuckling to himself and the door clicked behind him.

Jake turned his face back to me and seemed to realize for the first time that I was barely on the mattress. An arm wrapped around my back and he shifted us until I could look him in the eyes.

“What the fuck…” I whispered up at him.

His smile was subtle and affectionate before it stretched to a full grin, and he huffed a laugh.

“There was no fucking way I was stopping.”

I matched his grin and lifted to pull a kiss from his lips. “Good.”

He tucked his face into my neck and began the roll of his body into mine again. I let my hands roam across his back as he kissed and nipped my skin and his thrusts picked up speed. The orgasm that had been teasing me before we were interrupted built again quickly, and Jake was panting in my ear.

But then… then. A whisper. Low and deep, but a whisper nonetheless.

My name, my real name, hit my ear and I gasped, right on the edge.

“Come for me. Please come for me.”

How could I say no?

It broke, crashed, consumed me. His name on my lips as I tightened, writhed, and shook for him.

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, he chased after me and followed into the flames. My name burned into my flesh by his kisses, a guttural groan as he came inside me.

Easily the best orgasm I’d ever had. Easily.

Because he’s just a man, albeit an incredibly hot, multiple-orgasm-inducing man, he collapsed on top of me. I let him. I ran my hands over his sweat-dampened hair and the soft skin of his back and we both caught our breath. Then he started giggling.

I pinched his ass. “What’s so funny, Kiszka?”

His head popped up and he propped himself on an elbow, a wide grin splitting his face in half, gorgeous. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that, that might’ve been the best sex I’ve ever had.”

We both laughed as I slapped his chest. “Might be?!”

“Okay okay, you’re right.” He looked at me dreamily, his eyes bouncing around my face. “It was the best.”

Because I’m a woman, albeit a mind-blowing sex goddess, I started overthinking. I couldn’t help it! You should’ve seen the way he was looking at me.

“Jake…” He lifted his eyebrows, I lifted a hand to his face, tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “What does this mean?”

Those eyebrows knitted together, a quick moment to think that over. Then he kissed me, soft and slow.

“I don’t know what it means. But I do know this hotel has free breakfast downstairs, so be up and ready by nine.” His smile stretched again, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oooh, do you think they have French toast? That’s Sam’s favorite.”

He attacked me, tickled me until I had tears in my eyes, kissed me until I was breathless, and fell asleep with his arms around me.

The truth is, I don’t remember the exact moment I fell utterly, completely in love with Jake Kiszka. Maybe you should ask him.

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writingcold · 3 months

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Hi. Well. This happened. I was working on my fic The Dead and CD&FE pushed its way to the fore and ran away with every brain cell I had. I'm nearing the end of this little love story and thought I would start putting it out there. I plan on starting to post up towards the end of February - but it will once again be a completed fiction.

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18+ Series Fiction Jake X fem reader (reader insert) My first full length fic for reader insert. Yikes.

Content Warnings: Adult situations, adult relationships, all sorts of sexual encounters. Warnings will be present on each posting. Silver Fox Jake (just putting it out there)

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Rollin' and Tumblin' Chapter 5

Masterpost

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of Panic/Anxiety attack, mention of train crash, mild schizophrenic episode, sexual content, unprotected sex, loss of virginity (female), use of the word whore, domestic abuse by father.

Word Count: 5.3k

Chapter 5 (The final chapter)

You dreaded the end of the summer that year. The coming of September meant one thing for you- your wedding.

To your dismay, invitations had been mailed out, your dress had been fitted, and all arrangements had been made. Everything was planned by your mother and father and the entirety of the situation was utterly and completely out of your control.

The wedding was next Sunday. It was approaching quicker than ever and there was nothing you could do to stop it. For weeks you’d been avoiding it, pretending it wasn’t happening. But it was. And it was coming soon.

In just a week's time, you’d be uprooted and moved into a new house with your “husband” who you absolutely loathed.

Though you weren't entirely sure what the future would hold for you, the faint thought of Jake not being in your future was becoming more and more of a dismal reality.

You sat at your vanity, staring blankly at the reflection of yourself in the mirror as Katherine did your hair to get you ready for a pre wedding ceremony party. Behind you, your mother cinched up your corset with a white satin ribbon, loop by loop until you could barely breathe.

Once you were ready, Katherine and your mother left you in your room to wait for your grand entrance in just a few minutes.

However as the time grew closer, you felt things quickly slipping out of your control more than they already were.

Suddenly, a wave of heat rushed over you. You felt a painful burning in your chest you’d never experienced before. Your entire face felt hot and you began sweating despite every window being open and the nighttime breeze cooling down the entire room.

Speaking of the room, it began spinning around you, causing you to grip your bedpost for balance, which was truly no use at all. The floor seemed to teeter back and forth and your vision zoomed in and out.

And corset or no corset, it felt as if someone had their hand around your throat, constricting your airways, and making you unable to breathe properly.

This was your future. This was the rest of your life. This was that train that was going full speed into a mountain with no tunnel to go through. You were on the train and ready for the crash.

Through tear filled eyes, you spotted your bedroom window.

You held your chest as you walked over to it, pushed it open as far as it could go, and looked down. Jake was there. He was below you, in the river, telling you to jump. He was going to catch you.

“Come on, Darlin,’” he called, “I gotcha.”

Without hesitation, you jumped.

A sudden shock of reality hit you as your body crashed into a bush and rolled off onto the ground below with a thud, landing on your hands and knees.

There was no river and certainly no Jake.

Surprisingly unhurt, you stood up and shook yourself, mentally and physically. Once the shock wore off, you looked down at your baby blue and white dress to see it littered with twigs, leaves, and green grass stains on the skirt of it where you had fallen to your knees.

Certainly you couldn’t go to your party like this. Besides, you were supposed to be upstairs, awaiting your entrance. How would you even begin to explain yourself?

You looked back up towards your window and heard the faint noise of Katherine calling your name, wondering where you were.

You had no other choice. The damage had already been done. At the sound of her voice, you ran.

It was as if your legs were moving involuntarily underneath you. Your hair whipped through the wind, becoming undone and tangled as you continued running.

Tears poured out of your eyes and down your cheeks as you ran through the fields, not entirely sure where you were running to. The only thing guiding you was the light from the full moon above.

You looked back to see the lights of your house getting smaller and smaller in the distance when all of a sudden…

BAM.

It was as if you had just crashed into a massive brick wall.

“Pardon m-” you began to say in a panic until you realized exactly what, or who you crashed into.

The dark silhouette of a tall, skinny man with a hat on and two braids hanging out caught your eye.

“Sammy,” you breathed out, “Oh, thank God.”

You knew Sammy was a safe person, despite not really knowing him at all. You threw yourself into him and held onto him tight like he was surely saving your life.

He pulled you away from the embrace you had on him, grabbed your upper arms, and held you in place as he looked down at your dirty dress and eyed your disheveled hair. He was taller than Jake and you could just barely see his face, just the general outline of him in the darkness.

“What the hell’re you doin’ out here this time a’ night? Fixin’ to get yourself killed?” he asked, almost yelling.

Panting and desperately trying to catch your breath, you retorted, “I could ask you the same question.”

“I take Rose out at night to hunt,” he explained, “You however, are a lady. Ain’t right for you to be out here at night, unaccompanied. I’m gonna take you home,”

“No, Sammy, please, I can't go back there, don’t make me go back there,” you begged him as you pulled on his arm.

“No,” he said softly, shaking his head, “I’m not taking you back there,” he said softly, jutting his chin toward the direction of your house in the distance, “I’m taking you home.”

A huge sigh of relief escaped your lungs and tears of relief filled your eyes as you realized what he meant. He was right. Where you just ran away from wasn’t your home. It was your house, but not your home. Your home was in the woods in a little cabin with two beds, a table, a couple chairs, and a fireplace.

He whistled for Rose, called out “Come ‘ere girl,” and she came running over to him.

“Come on,” he whispered as he led you out of the fields and into the woods towards where you were desperate to be the very most.

You could see the warm glow of the cabin windows from far away in the woods.

As you approached it, Rose ran ahead of you both and sat herself down on her spot on the porch. Sammy reached into his pocket, handed her a treat, and opened the door, poking his head in.

“Hey,” he said softly as he opened the door fully and allowed you to walk in front of him, “You uh, you got yourself a visitor.”

You entered the cabin and instantly, Jake looked up from what he was doing at the table, taken aback by you in the doorway.

At the sight of you, he stood up and walked over to you, causing your tears to start again.

“Darlin,'” he said in a whisper, grabbing your face, “What happened to you?”

Sammy gave Jake an awkward smile, grabbed an apple off the table and slung a knapsack over his shoulder before leaving the cabin again. He closed the door behind him and the sound of his feet as well as 4 paws trudging on the dirt ground faded as the two of them got farther away, leaving you and Jake alone in the cabin.

Jake sat you down on his bed and you explained what happened as he wiped the tears off your face. He calmed you down and he assured you that everything was going to be alright. And even though, deep down, you knew he was wrong and everything most certainly was not alright; you were with him. And with him, everything was alright.

“I’ll be married in a week’s time,” you whispered as he rubbed his thumb over the top of your hands.

Jake pulled in his bottom lip between his teeth and sighed.

Though neither of you wanted to speak it aloud, both of you knew this may be the last time you would ever get to see each other. But Jake was always braver than you.

“If this is the last-”

“Jake, don’t say that,” you interrupted, begging him not to speak what was on both of your minds.

He stopped looking down at your hands and looked up at you.

“Let me finish, please,” he whispered.

You nodded and he continued, lifting your chin with his finger to meet your gaze, “If this is the last night I can see you, if you’ll let me, I’d like to make it count. If that’s alright with you,”

He was looking deeper into your eyes than he ever had before.

You swallowed hard, knowing exactly what he meant and wanting to give him every last bit of you.

“I’d like that, Jake,” you whispered as one of his hands came up to brush the hair from your face and place it behind your ear, "I'd like that very much."

In the most delicate of ways, he kissed you. It was soft and gentle, possibly the most gentle he’d ever been. However, he quickly picked up the pace and the passion, going for more of you. And you reciprocated everything back to him.

Jake helped you undress, unclasping the neck of your dress and pulling it off so you could get your arms out of it and pull it down.

Instantly, his lips found your chest and you held onto the back of his head as he sprinkled your skin with wet kisses, freely moving his lips and up down from your chest, to your neck, and back down to your chest again, all while undressing himself simultaneously. His lips dancing along your chest tickled you, and small giggles left your lips. While he was kissing you, you could feel his lips turning upwards into a smile.

Your hand feathered over his crotch, feeling his hardness inside his pants as he let out a breathy moan upon your touch, which you gave him more of.

Over the hardness of your corset, you felt his hand snake up your back and toy around with the ribbon that was caging you in.

With one hand, he undid the bow and tugged on the satin ribbon, pulling it through the loops of the corset until it was completely undone and you were free.

You giggled as he hung the ribbon over the wooden headboard of his bed with a smirk.

You pulled the corset off, kicked your dress down off your legs, and threw them both to his floor, not caring where they landed, leaving both of you in your underwear.

In a swift movement, Jake wrapped his entire arm around your waist and scooped you up, moving you from the middle of his bed to the head of it, laid you down, and hovered himself over you.

With one hand holding himself up, Jake snuck his other hand under the undergarments you were wearing and took your breast in his hand, giving it a good squeeze before moving to the other one as to not neglect it.

He pushed your camisole up, bunching it up under your chin, as he attached his lips to your skin.

“Mmm,” you hummed simultaneously as he slid his tongue along your skin, swirling it around your nipple while you tugged on the roots of his hair.

Jake used his mouth like an artist. His tongue was like a paintbrush, wet and warm; and you were his canvas, completely blank for him.

“Talk to me Darlin.’ Tell me what you want,” he said with his voice muffled by your chest.

“Your hands,” you whispered, desperately.

As if your wish was his command, he slid his hands from your chest down to your waist. He dug his thumb into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them off. With your leg in his hand, he lifted it up, and placed a kiss to your ankle.

Slowly, his hand slid from your ankle all the way to where you wanted him the most.

Delicately, his fingers slid along your folds before he took two fingers and slipped them inside you.

Your back arched involuntarily at the sudden feeling until Jake’s free hand pushed down on your stomach, flattening your body against his mattress as he pumped his fingers in and out.

The pressure was building rapidly as Jake continued working on you.

As a dull ache began throbbing inside you, you grabbed onto the wrist of the hand that was on your stomach with white knuckles. Your other hand grabbed onto Jake’s quilt below you, bunching it up in a fist.

“Come on, finish for me,” he cooed deeply as the pads of his fingertips curved upwards inside you.

And this time, as if his wish was your command, you did.

You closed your eyes, threw your head back, fought back on him pushing you down by lifting your back up off the mattress once more, and let his fingers take you to a place of ecstasy.

Under his control, you rode it out until his hand came to a gradual stop and he loosened his hold on you.

He snaked his body up so that you were face to face once again, you out of breath, looking up at him and him looking down at you with a smile on his face.

Like it was second nature, you opened your legs for Jake to settle in between and reached down and dug your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down as far as you could until he finished the job for you, revealing his hard length.

Sitting back on his heels, he pumped his member a few times before leaning into you, closing the gap between the two of you.

He held himself steady at your entrance and looked up at you with concern in his eyes. This was it.

“Y’Ready?” he whispered.

You answered with a wordless nod and a grip on the back of his neck.

Slowly, he eased inside of you with a gasp.

You winced in pain and sucked a sharp breath in.

“I know, Darlin,’ I know,” Jake said softly as he kissed you gently a few times to distract you from what you were feeling. It didn’t take away the pain but his tenderness certainly did help.

Once he was fully inside you, he stayed still for a minute, allowing the pain to subside into a feeling of fullness.

With your permission, he began moving again; easing himself in and out slowly.

You felt your face relax as things became more pleasurable for you.

“Jake,” you moaned, stretching out the sound of his name while you moved your hips in time with his.

“You alright? You’re doing so good,” he said into your neck as you felt the sweat on his face transfer onto your skin, combining with your own sweat that you were working up.

“Yes, keep going,” you whispered, running your hands up and down his back.

Suddenly, he stopped his movements for a moment as he hitched up your leg and pressed down on the back of your thigh, pushing into you deeper than he had before.

You looked up at him in the eyes as a sly smile lit up his face.

“Hang on tight, Darlin,'” he spoke in a deep voice with half a smile appearing on his face.

You giggled but not for long because with that, though he was still being gentle and slow for the most part, he picked up the pressure and pace at which he was thrusting into you. It felt good. Very good.

He reached down and swirled his fingers around in circles on the spot you needed him the most, that little bundle of nerves that was bound to send you over the edge upon his touch.

Once he did, you felt it approaching again, those feelings of intense pleasure.

Jake felt it too and you could tell from the strangled moans leaving his lips every few seconds.

When you couldn’t hold onto it anymore, his name and God’s name left your lips in a series of high pitched cries and whimpers.

You threw your head back to see the ribbon of your corset, swaying in time with Jake’s bed as it thudded into the cabin walls with his movements.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “Relax and let go for me. I’m right behind ya’,” he breathed out.

Just as he instructed you, you closed your eyes and let waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Like a snake, it started in your toes and slithered through your veins as you felt yourself tighten around him.

“There you go, there you… oh,” he said as his body twitched and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

He pulled himself out of you and kneeled on the bed between your legs, giving himself a few quick pumps before releasing himself.

He looked absolutely ravishing. His mouth hung open. His head fell back. Guttural sounds escaped his lips. Every muscle in his body tensed up and became more defined as he reached his climax and took himself over the edge.

Slowing his movements, he blinked a few times as he came down from his own pleasure.

You looked down to your thigh to see Jake’s warm release dripping down it.

Quickly, he grabbed a rag from the table and wiped your leg clean before throwing it to the floor amongst your clothes and undergarments.

In shock and awe you looked at him. His hair was sweaty and disheveled, as was yours. His face, neck, and chest were littered with little patches of pink and red. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

As he caught his breath, he grabbed another rag, dipped it into a pail of water, and rung it out before walking back over to you and wiping the sweat off your face with it gently.

His face was full of concern and inches from yours as he whispered, “Y’alright?”

With absolutely no words left in you, you nodded wordlessly before smiling at him and kissing him gently. With that, his face relaxed and softened.

When he pulled back, he wiped his own face, placed the rag back over the edge of the pail to dry, and crawled into his bed next to you.

Now calm and still, he pulled you close to his warm body and gave your shoulders little kisses. He hummed in your ear to lull you to sleep, even though you could’ve sworn you were already dreaming.

Morning arrived with the sounds of birds chirping and the crackling of wood in a fireplace waking you up.

You opened your eyes to a dimly lit cabin, nearly forgetting where you were until you saw Jake sitting at a small wooden table just a few feet away from you, quickly jogging your memory that you did in fact sleep in his bed with him last night.

“Mornin’ Beautiful,” he said in a deeper than normal voice.

“Good morning,” you replied sweetly as you sat up in his bed and stretched, pulling your hair back and securing it into a braid.

Jake was clothed in a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt. The same one he wore the day he cut his hand open. You could tell because it had faint brown stains on it from all the blood not fully coming out of the fabric.

You blushed looking down at yourself in just your camisole with his red and white patchwork quilt wrapped around the lower half of your body. Jake lifted his chin towards the foot of the bed where the bottoms of your underpants were folded perfectly.

Jake fought back a smile and downturned his eyes towards his lap as you reached for your underpants and put them on.

Now somewhat clothed, you got out of bed and joined him at the table.

“Hungry?” he asked as you looked down at what he had laid out on the table.

His dishes weren’t the fine China you were accustomed to. He didn’t have the shiniest cutlery made of real silver nor sparkling crystal glasses. Instead, his plates, cups, knives, and forks were all made of a dingy tin. None of that mattered at all though. You loved what his life offered you more than what yours did.

Sitting on each tin plate were two biscuits and in between them was a small bowl of butter that he dipped a knife into and spread onto a biscuit in his hand.

You spread butter on yours and picked up a fork and knife to cut a bite sized piece off of it when Jake caught your eye.

He took a large, messy bite and wiped the sides of his mouth with the back of his hand. He had absolutely no table etiquette. He was a product of his own free world, and you absolutely loved that about him.

You placed the fork and knife back down and followed him, doing exactly the same and it felt good.

He laughed through a full mouth and said “Honey?”

“Hm?” you questioned, looking at him with wide eyes.

Gesturing to a small glass bottle next to you he repeated himself, “You want honey on ‘em?”

Before you could answer, he took the honey for himself and let a small amount drip from the bottle onto the last bite of the biscuit in his hand.

“S’good, try it,” he said, holding out the biscuit across the table for you.

You opened your mouth and laughed as Jake fed you. The sweet flavor of the honey as well as the saltiness of the butter opened in your mouth like a blooming flower in the spring.

Delicious, just as life was like with Jake. Yet bittersweet, what the reality of the situation was.

As the two of you concluded breakfast, Jake cleared his throat.

“Now, I do have to take you back. ‘Fore the sun comes up fully. ‘Fore they find out you’re gone,” he said.

He was right. You were positive Katherine made up some kind of lie to cover for you but the sun was just beginning to rise. You didn’t have much time left. You nodded understandably and stood up from the table.

As Jake cleaned up the table, you got dressed in your clothes from the night before, leaving behind your corset at the foot of his bed and satin ribbon which still hung on his headboard.

As the sun was rising, you and Jake rode back to your house on Whiskey’s back. He snuck you through the back fields until the two of you were standing behind the barn, in the secret meeting spot you had come up with months ago.

You sighed upon getting off Whiskey. You knew what was coming.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing the sides of your head as he spoke to you, “Promise this aint the last time you’ll see me. This isn’t goodbye. Promise me, Darlin,'"

Through teary eyes you promised him, silently praying he was right while knowing the truth of it all was probably hopeless.

He kissed your forehead and the second you closed your eyes, tears fell to the ground between the two of you.

Jake lifted your chin with his finger. His eyes were welling with tears and he was doing his best to hold them back.

He kissed you one last time.

Softly.

Gently.

Lovingly.

You held onto his lips with yours for as long as you could. When the kiss broke, you scanned his face hard and took in all his features, telling yourself to remember him this way; to not forget him or anything about him.

His sharp nose. His big brown eyes. His rough, tanned, and freckled skin. His soft lips. Everything.

He looked down and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pocket knife. The same one he had used the night you first spoke to him and he cut you out of your corset.

“In case you ever get yourself into trouble,” he whispered as he placed it in your palm and closed your fingers around it.

You placed your other hand over his.

“Jake,” you whispered, “I l-,”

The morning call of a rooster in the distance interrupted you.

It was time.

Everyone would be waking up now. There was no time left.

“Go on now Darlin,'" Jake whispered with tears filling his eyes, “I’ll see ya.”

You looked to your house and back to Jake for the final time. You wiped a tear that had fallen onto his cheek and gave him a kiss right where the tear had fallen before turning around to go back to your house, leaving him there behind the barn to sneak back home on his own.

The next day, you had just gotten ready for bed when your bedroom door opened and your father walked through the entryway.

“Good evening, Daddy,” you said to him as you sat up in bed.

He sat down at the foot of your bed and held something behind his back. When he revealed it to you, your heart sank.

“May I ask what this is?” he asked, holding up the knife.

“I don’t know,” you lied, “I’ve never seen that in my life.”

“Interesting,” he said, inspecting the knife, “I found it in here just this afternoon. Looks to have some letters carved in it. J…T…K. Would those letters be familiar at all to you?”

JTK.

Jacob. Thomas. Kiszka.

You could lie. You could say you stole it from him or you found it and were planning to return it.

You opened your mouth to speak but the opportunity to lie didn’t stand a chance as your father’s open palm came up and swiftly struck you across the face.

His voice boomed with anger.

“You are a disgrace! Nothing but a common whore! Sneaking out and having relations with another man! That man of all people!”

You could hardly believe your ears.

“I love him,” you protested.

“You do not love him!”

“You wouldn't know what love is!” you shouted.

It was as if twenty three years of anger that had been building inside you had just exploded out onto him and rightfully so. Your father didn’t know what love was. He never showed it to you or to your mother. He was the reason this seemingly never ending cycle of loveless marriage would be continuing with you.

Rage filled his eyes. His face turned a shade of red you’d never seen on him before. And then, he did the worst thing he could possibly do. He took the knife and threw it into the fireplace.

A shriek escaped your lips but was quickly cut off by your fathers hand pressing itself over your mouth as he got inches from your face.

“In a weeks time, you will be marrying Mr. Drayton and from this point forward you will never see your beloved Jake again or so help me God. Is that understood?”

Terrified, you nodded and he removed his hand from you as he turned to leave your bedroom, slamming the door shut.

The second the door closed you ran to the fireplace and sat on your knees in front of it, watching the wooden handle of the knife turn to ash and the blade turn black as it burned.

That knife was all you had of Jake. And it was destroyed. Now he truly was nothing but a memory.

For a week your father kept a close eye on you, not allowing you the chance to leave your house. Jake was fired and your father banned him from setting foot on his property or else he’d have him arrested.

For the next week, you laid in bed miserable. You went to sleep each night dreaming of lying next to Jake and woke up the next morning imagining yourself back in his bed in his little cabin in the woods. Then, the day of the wedding came and there was no more dreaming, only nightmares.

Katherine and your mother spent hours getting you ready. They did up your hair and makeup to the point of you not even recognizing yourself in the mirror. The white lace dress that was hanging in your room for the past few days was now about to be put onto your body to be married in.

As your mother helped you into your corset, she asked, “Darling, where is your ribbon? The white one?” your mother asked.

Darling.

Jake’s voice replayed in your head.

Darlin.'

Images of the ribbon dangling above your head on Jake’s bed flashed before your eyes.

“You were wearing it just the other day for your party. Right before you fell ill,” Katherine added, looking around for it.

“I don’t know,” you lied in a whisper, lowering your eyes to the floor.

You knew exactly where it was.

Your mother scoffed, “Nonsense. Honestly, how irresponsible can you be? I’ll just go fetch one of mine,” she said in annoyance as she left the room, leaving you and Katherine alone.

“How did he find out?” you whispered.

Katherine looked at you sympathetically and sighed, “He saw you both coming back early in the morning last week. Started putting two and two together. He asked me- I said he had to be mistaken. He didn’t believe me. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.”

For your entire life, Katherine held onto your secrets like they were her own. You knew she didn’t tell. If she did, she would have been fired along with Jake for aiding you.

She knew what happened that night. She always knew. Because the truth of it was, she was more a mom to you than your very own mother. And though parting with Jake hurt, parting with her was going to hurt just as much.

You nodded your head at her, fighting back tears, as your mother came through the door again with another white ribbon and began caging you in the corset, tightly, constricting your breathing and painfully caging you in.

To your absolute dismay, the wedding happened. You put on your best fake smile and got through the day as well as the kiss between yourself and William, which almost everyone in attendance assumed to be your first kiss.

After the wedding, a carriage awaited you. William followed you in and in a few moments, it was off, taking you to live with him forever where your mundane life of misery would truly begin.

You sat next to William as the carriage rode along the dusty roads towards the city, making idle conversation.

After just a few minutes, the carriage approached a man on a brown horse traveling the opposite way. As you got closer to him, you knew exactly who he was.

As the carriage passed him, it was as if time slowed down.

There he was. The only man you ever truly loved. And you never even told him.

He tipped his hat at the two of you. William nodded at him politely and unknowingly.

Your head followed him as he passed and you took notice of the horse, who had a white satin ribbon tied in a bow on the bottom of her braided main.

As the carriage pulled you forward on the road, he got smaller and smaller. He looked back at you and gave you a smile.

You returned a smile to him and turned back to face forward in your seat.

Through the pain yet relief of seeing him, you smiled, this time to yourself. You were from different worlds. And for just a moment in time, your worlds collided. It was beautiful and winsome but over too soon. And though all you had left of the collision of those worlds with Jake were memories, you still had him in your heart, where he stayed for the rest of your life.

You smiled, at least you were under the same sky.

Author's Note: This took a while, sorry! To everyone who stayed with the story and was patient with the publishing process, thank you. I may post it as one big story so it's easier for future readers. As always, please let me know what you thought of it! Thank you to @abeautylives for all the support and help along the way, love you the most!

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