#just depends on how much prep he’s done

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𑁍 Warnings: sexual content 𑁍

𑁍 Characters featured: Ghost, König, Captain Price 𑁍

❥ Ghost

When he first got informed of it he may not have looked shocked but in reality the mask was doing a good at hiding his expression. Oh how he was going to ruin you. He was going to be your first and he was going to make sure nobody other than him could make you feel so good.

Depending on how much sexual experience you've had he will drag out the foreplay much longer. The first orgasm of that night you will have on his fingers, the second one from him mouth and the third one while he has his cock balls deep inside of you.

"Come one love, i know it feels too big but i'll make it fit. You can take it darling, you wanna be a good girl right?"

❥ König

The only thing you were able to see when you told him were his eyes opening wide. He confirms it multiple times that you really want him to be you first and not because he's inexperienced or he doesnt want to but he's scared of tearing you and hurting you too much.

No matter how much you beg him to go faster he will take his sweet time prepping you. He loves having you sitting in his lap with your back against his chest while he's spreading you wide open on his fingers. Praising you while there's tears running down your eyes from overstimulation but he's not done preparing you until he knows he will fit.

"Come on mein Schatz, you want to take it completely dont you? I have to prepare you so be a good little bunny be patient for me."

❥ Captain Price

To say he was baffled was an understatement. He couldn't comprehend how someone as good looking as you hasn't had any sex yet. When you told him you just haven't found one yet that you trusted enough he already subtly offered to help When you accepted his offer with a blush covering your cheeks though he was even more shocked

Will have you laying on multiple pillows. As slowly as he can he'll push into you watching your reactions for any signs of strong pain. When he finally starts moving praises will come from his lips like a waterfall. Before he even cums once you’ll have cum multiple times on his cock

“You’re doing so well for me darling, taking it so well. Feeling so nice and tight around me. Gonna make you cum around my cock."

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Thankful

no outbreak!Joel Miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈1.8k

Summary: You're trying to prep for Thanksgiving dinner when Joel asks if he can pull you away for a minute.

Warnings: Implied established relationship. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Oral sex (f recieving). Edging (briefly). Squirting. Desperate!Joel. Pleasure Dom!Joel. An extremely thankful, pussy drunk Joel...✨Mirrors✨! Cumming untouched (Joel's a bed humping mess, what can I say?). Pictures are for aesthetic purposes; no physical description of reader.

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! Here's a little Thanksgiving drabble with a domesticated, pre-outbreak Joel for y'all. I left it kinda open, so you can view him as a boyfriend or husband, entirely up to you, but y'all do live together! Anyhow, if you are celebrating Thanksgiving, please be sure to acknowledge the land that belonged to the Indigenous people first. I say this because we can enjoy Thanksgiving and the general themes it stands for while decolonizing the white-washed version. All my love! Hope you enjoy Joel being a thankful, horny menace.👹

MASTERLIST

“Happy Thanksgivin’, baby,” Joel says, sliding up behind you, his big arms around your waist caging you between him and the kitchen counter. He places a kiss on your neck. 

You smile in his embrace, loving the warmth radiating from his body. “Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, handsome.” 

“Do you have a minute to step away?” He asks, voice low. 

“Depends, baby,” you say, knowing you might know where this is headed. “Gotta finish prepping the sweet potato, so I can throw it in the oven. I can step away then?”

“This is for dinner later tonight at your parents, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah. Why?” You turn your head up to peer at him. He already has a big fat smirk on his face. 

“We have so much time, baby,” he kisses you once more. “I just need you for a minute.”

“Joel,” you say sternly, though you feel your knees already buckling.

His hands are at your waist, guiding you to the kitchen sink and guiding you to wash your hands. As soon as you’re done, he’s twisting you in his hold, so your body is flushed with his. Your neck angled back to look him in the eyes. Within seconds, his hands are on either side of your face, lips smashing into yours, tongue immediately darting out to tangle with yours. His hips push harder against you, and you can feel his hard length against your lower belly. 

Too lost at his sudden horniness, you don’t realize his hands leave your face and make their way to your thighs. He pulls away from you momentarily, letting out a breathless up as he taps the outside of your thigh. You lift your legs up to wrap around his waist. 

He’s walking you to your shared bedroom, lips still on yours. As he reaches the threshold of the room, he tells you to close your eyes. 

“Why?”

“Darlin’, just do it,” he says, amusement in his tone at your hard-headedness. One of his favorite things about you.

A small fine leaves your lips, and soon he’s throwing you on your bed, your body doing a little bounce at the fluffiness of your mattress. You squeal at being airborne, loving how he always manhandles you so perfectly. 

Your eyes are still closed even though you’re dying to open them, and you start to feel Joel unzip your jeans, kissing every inch of your now-exposed lower belly. Once your bottoms are completely off, he settles himself between your legs, putting your thighs up onto his broad shoulders, keeping you completely open to him. 

“Open, baby,” he says, kissing the insides of your thighs.

You peer through your lashes slowly, but then your nervousness fades. Nothing looks different. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Until you look at Joel’s hand wrapped around your thigh. His one finger is pointing up to the ceiling. You look up. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

You look up and see your reflection staring back down at you. A complete view of Joel’s body between your legs, his broad back on display with his cute ass you love so much. Your jaw is on the floor. 

“You like?” you hear him ask, a bit nervous. 

“When?” you ask, still a bit shocked (and crazily aroused) at your room’s new feature. 

“You were so busy in the kitchen all day,” he responds, “‘N I remembered our conversation a month ago, and I’ve been wantin’ to do it since, but never had the chance.”

You look back down to his own eyes. “I bought everythin’ for it after the conversation, too,” he adds. “Thought I’d make myself useful today in the way I know best.”

You think back to that conversation. 

“Baby,” you yell from the couch.

“Hm?” he grumbles from his place in the kitchen.

“How would you feel,” you pause for a second, easing your own nerves about your request. Sure, Joel is just as freaky as you are, but it’s a natural human reaction to be unsure about new things. “About putting mirrors in our room?”

He’s in the living room within seconds. 

“Mirrors?”

“Yes.”

He raises his eyebrow. “Mirrors where?”

You look at him for a minute. “...above the bed.” 

His eyes flash something dark. 

“Okay,” he says. 

“Okay?” you ask, shocked at his quick agreement.

“Okay.” You swear you see the one side of his mouth flip up in a smirk as he walks back to the kitchen. 

You reach your hand down to caress his cheekbone, wanting nothing more than to kiss him but waiting because you know what he’s about to do. “I fucking love it,” you tell him. 

“Good,” he says. His eyes look back down to your glistening cunt. He’s about to taste you when you speak up again. 

“Wait.”

He looks back up to you. 

“Take your shirt off. Wanna see you,” you say with a smirk as you point back up to the mirror above you. 

He sits back up on his haunches, a smirk identical to yours spread across his face. He unbuttons his flannel slowly as he maintains eye contact with you. What a tease, you think. Two could play that game. 

As soon as his chest is in view, you let out a little exaggerated moan, “Oh, fuck, baby.”

Your hand that was resting besides you moves to your chest. Slowly, you drag your fingers down your sternum, down your belly. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

His eyes are watching your hand like a hawk. He speeds up his unbuttoning process, but only by a millisecond, trying to keep his act and not fall under your siren spell. 

Your fingers reach the top of your mound, coursing through the patch of hair down there. You shift your hips for added effect. As he gets to his last two buttons, the two pads of your fingers make their way to your clit, circling soft and slow, pulling the softest but neediest of moans from you. “Fuck, baby,” you drag out, pained. You bring your fingers lower, dipping into your wetness. You pump in and out of yourself for a few moments, letting him hear how wet you are. “See what you do to me, baby?”

“Fuck,” he growls out, the brown of his eyes completely gone. His act is done for as he rips off his flannel, the last button flying somewhere with a soft clack landing. He’s back between your legs at an instant, his hand grabbing at your wrist and bringing it up to his mouth, sucking at the slick on your fingers. His quickness mixed with his roughness sends you in a frenzy, a lewd gasp leaving your mouth at his actions. 

He releases your hand and his one hand situates itself at the top of your ass, angling your hips more forward, putting your cunt directly in line with his mouth. His other arm situates itself over your belly. 

He licks a wet stripe through your seam using the flat of his tongue, and you swear you saw Heaven flash through his eyes. “God, ya taste so fuckin’ good,” he says. 

He places an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, pulling off of you with suction. Your hips try to chase him for more, but the hold he has on you has you going nowhere. “This right here is what I’m fuckin’ thankful for,” he whispers at your pussy before he completely dives like a man starved. Like it’s his Thanksgiving meal. 

His actions are focused on your sobbing entrance right now, his tongue lapping up your juices and entering your fluttering hole every chance he gets. The deeper he fucks his tongue into you, the more his thick, hooked nose nudges at your clit, providing the perfect amount of pleasure that sends you screaming. 

“Fuck, Joel-!” you yell out. “Please, don’t stop, just like that, baby, please!” Your back tries to arch as much as it can with his heavy arm weighing you down. He opens up his eyes, looking up to check on you. A smile forms as he licks at you: your head thrown back in pleasure, eyes tightly shut. He keeps his exact pace and pressure, pulling you to the very edge just like you so sweetly asked for. Then, he’s pulling off of you. 

Your eyes shoot open, immediately searching for Joel’s. You’re thrashing against his hold. “Baby, no, please,” you whine in frustration. “I was so close, please.”

He points back up to the mirror. “Don’t let my efforts go to waste, baby,” he says with a condescending inflection. “You said you wanted to watch me. So, watch. Or I’ll stop.”

You whimper at his words, nodding your head frantically, babbling to appease him. “Yes, baby, yes, I promise. I’ll keep my eyes open. Promise. Please, baby, please,” you beg.

Your words leave your tongue as his returns to the place you need him most. He angles your hips just slightly higher, giving him the perfect position to put all of his wet muscle into your pussy as his nose perfectly hits your already sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands fly to his curls at the contact, your eyes threatening to roll back in pleasure. 

You use all your strength to bring your eyes up to the mirror, and the sight of his back muscles flexing and twitching with every movement he makes has the fire in your core burning brighter. The next thing you notice is what sends you over the edge. His hips are rutting into the mattress, easing his hardness as though he’s a dog in heat. The thought of his desperation for you — his primal crave for you — that ends you. 

You’re nearly ripping his hair out of his scalp as your eyes clamp shut, a stream of moans and gasps for air fill the room as you soak his entire face with your slick. At your finish, he’s moaning into you, and you can feel his body begin to vibrate. You open your eyes as best as you can, and you can see his hips are still rocking, weak and shaky. 

Fuck. 

He came. 

He looks up from your pussy, the bottom half of his face soaked with a devilish grin gracing his features. He looks more fucked out than you, and if you’re remembering your tiny glimpse of your reflection as you came, you also look utterly fucked. 

He wipes the wetness of his face on your thigh only to lick it all back up, sucking a few marks to bloom later tonight. 

He places one last kiss to your clit, causing you to yelp in overstimulation. 

“Yeah,” he breathes, as if he’s reminiscing about the things he just did to you. “I’m fuckin’ thankful,” he says as he heads to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you up. 

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Watermelon Sugar

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

summary: Eddie shows you the eight wonder of the world. his mouth.

warnings: reader and eddie are 18+, established relationship, fluff, Eddie being a munch. nicknames/pet names used (baby, honey, sweetheart, etc.) MINORS DNI 18+ smut: fem oral receiving, blowjobs mentioned, talks of past sexual experiences, praise/body worship, swearing. *Skin Color/Ethnicity not mentioned! not proofread, spelling errors and horrible writing.

if I miss anything plz lmk!

a/n: hello my loves! thank you all for the kind words and reactions on my last couple of posts! as you all know smut is not my forte but I felt the need to write this. am I projecting??? maybe but we’re gonna pretend that i'm not :)

The low hum of Steve Nicks’ voice plays through Eddie’s room, the soundtrack of your makeout session with your boyfriend. Orange glow from the late afternoon sun comes through the window, an angelic glow casting around the frizz of the mentalhead’s hair.

It started as an innocent day, hanging out together in a comfortable silence in his room. Him doodling in his notebook and you flipping through one of his old comic books. Somewhere along the way a featherlight touch turned into shared giggles, sitting in his lap turned into a chaste kiss, and it ended up with him in between your parted knees, kissing like his life depended on it.

A curtain of curls block out the skylight, tender lips on yours like melted honey, and big hands roaming down the expanse of your body. When Eddie moves away from your mouth, he takes the oxygen from your lungs with him and you whimper at the loss.

"Gonna let me have a taste of you, pretty girl?" Big doe eyes shine down to you, way too eager and excited. Your stomach twists into knots, the training you put yourself through in case of this moment, has all been for nothing. What do you say to the man that hovers over you with so much love in his eyes?

"How about I suck you off instead, hmm?" You try to come off as sensual but instead you sound scared.

It's an offer that you've made so many times over the short course of your relationship with Eddie. This was your first real relationship besides the eight grade love affair you had with Simon Willard. That only lasted a week.

You weren't anywhere near a virgin, that so called sacred part of yourself is now in the possession of a random boy you met on vacation before your senior year. Hookups weren't uncommon to you but what was uncommon to you was the affection you received during the sex.

People you've hooked up with never really cared to get you nice and ready the way Eddie does, prepping you with two or more fingers, working you open so that it doesn't hurt going in. Guys didn't care if you got off or not, they were just looking for a hole to fill and someone who wouldn't get clingy.

You had guy friends, including Eddie before you started dating, and you heard the horror stories they had of going down on a girl. It was never in mean spirit, although the discussion should've stayed in the bedroom, but it still scared you shitless. How one girl didn't properly take care of herself, causing the smell to be rancid. This girl didn't wipe the right way, leaving scraps of toilet paper down there. And the one that really settled itself into your brain, was how good or bad a girl tasted.

Of course you, and all of your guy friends, knew that girls didn't taste like ice cream, or strawberries, or candy. It was made up, another bullshit beauty standard for woman to worry about.

You had paid attention to the way guys would ask you if you wanted it done. The way they would sigh and roll their eyes like it was the biggest task of their lives. You would end up telling them that you're more of a giver than receiver, and that you just weren't interested in that whole thing. When they would release a breath of relief you would fill with shame, almost like you were the one who requested it to be done and had been turned down. The embarrassment of rejection you didn't even ask for.

So when you and Eddie first had sex as boyfriend and girlfriend, you made it your mission to never let that horrid question come from his mouth. You always made sure to offer him head first, and if it looked like he was about to ask, you'd simply tell him you couldn't wait anymore.

Now here you are, under him, ready and willing to take him in your mouth, and he's gotten the question out before you could beat him to the punch.

"Ya know I will never say no to that, sweetheart. But-"

Uh oh. That's the word that comes before a life or death sentence. It's hanging heavy over you, the once comfortable silence is now killing you. Squeezing all of the air out of your body, limbs going numb with the loss of circulation, all the while your ears ring like an explosion has gone off.

"I want to return the favor." It's so sincere when he says it and it makes you want to cry. A boyish smile taking over his mouth, deep dimples appearing on the fat of his cheeks.

You must look like you've seen a ghost because the pretty smile that was written on his face is now taken over by worry.

"I mean, I don't have to. It's just- I feel like," Eddie's a panicked mess, backing his face further away from your own. The small bubble of love that the two of you created has now been popped with your own doubts and fears.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I just thought I could make you feel good s'all." The confident man that you know all too well is now reduced to a fumbling and anxious person. His fingers work at the chunky silver ring on his finger, twisting and twisting and twisting it around.

"You just always, I don't know. It just always seems like you never ask for head and I just wanted to offer it to you, I guess."

The whiskey eyes that never left your gaze won't even look at you anymore. Focusing on that damn ring that goes faster and faster the longer you wait to respond. You want to run and hide. Dig a deep hole and never come out. Your lovely boyfriend who's done nothing but treat you like the queen of the goddamn universe, now thinks he's made you uncomfortable.

Embarrassment rushes through your veins, throat closing with the grip of shame making it harder to breathe. Tears prick your eyes, hot and heavy, ready to fall at the drop of a dime. You feel so guilty for not just telling him the truth, for not saying all the concerns that you had. Even before you started dating Eddie always confided in you, telling you the deepest secrets that kept him up at night and you couldn't even tell him this one thing.

"I'm embarrassed." It comes out in a sniffle, lip wobbling beneath the teeth that hold it down, trying to make it go away.

"I'm just embarrassed I won't be good. That I'll be another conversation for you and the boys to drink to. Will I taste good? Do I smell weird? Does it look pretty? All of these questions circle my brain and I'm so fucking scared that you won't like me anymore." It comes out like word vomit, so fast and uneven in tone that you're not sure if it even made sense.

You don't have time to think it over anyway, Eddie's too quick putting his hands on your cheeks, gently making you look up at him. The same kind eyes that you always see meet yours. Thumbs gentle swipe the fat tears off of your face, his cold hands extinguish the flames of your skin.

"Honey, I promise you I would never, ever do some dumb shit like that. What the guys and I talk about is irrelevant, half the time they don't even know what they're talking about. I felt the same way when you wanted to suck me off the first time, every single question you ask yourself is what I ask myself." Eddie's eyes are searching yours, looking and waiting to see the dread leave your head.

"Like I said before, I would never want you to be uncomfortable but if you're okay with it, I'd really," He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, "really," he continues to place more delicate kisses around your face, "really love to make you feel so fucking good."

When he's done, he looks back down to you with a dopey smile, he's low and hazy drunk off of you. A smile tugs on your own lips, so warm and fuzzy off of him. You know he means it and you feel sad that you even questioned him. Childish laughter rings out between the two of you when he pinches your sides, tickling out the stiffness in your body.

When the laughter dies down, he asks you again by cocking his eyebrow up in question. Nodding your head, you give him a confident yes, something you didn't feel the first time he asked.

Moving down your body, trails of kisses are left on your skin, mapping out his journey to your center. When he reaches the hem of your pants, he looks up to you once more waiting for a reply. Encouraging him to go further, his chilled fingers douses the warmth radiating off of you.

Leaving you only in your polka dot designed panties, Eddie teases you by running his fingers up and down your thighs.

"I gotta say bub, I love the pink dots. Top notch fashion if I don't say so myself." Eddie jokes and it makes you giggle. Swatting lightly at him, he returns the laughter.

"I'm not lying, I swear! If only you know what you do to me." As much of a joker Eddie is, he was never one to joke about your beauty. He found everything you did, said, and wore so fucking breathtaking and flawless, he'd probably get hard from the sight of you in a Tin Man costume.

"If you, at any time, want me to stop just tell me. I won't get mad, just let me know, okay?" Eyebrows scrunched with seriousness, Eddie makes sure to be loud and clear with his instructions.

"I promise, Eds." You say and he takes that as the green light.

Eddie's index finger teases your cloth slit, running up and down so slowly it feels like torture. When you lift your hips looking for more friction he snorts lightly.

"Patience, my love." His fingers continue to dance over your panties, running back to the top of the band and pulling them down in a swift motion.

When the cool air hits your wet seat, you whimper slightly at the feeling. Eddie has seen your pussy multiple times, but when he spreads it with his fingers, you can't help but feel shy, closing your legs around his arm.

"Don't go shy on me, baby. I just wanna see the prettiest picture I've ever seen." His eyes are still trained on the glistening of your sex, glimmering like bright pools of water.

It feels like an hour of no movement from Eddie before he goes to change his position between your legs. Shuffling back on his knees, he picks your thighs up to place on his shoulders as he lays on his stomach.

Still having doubts, you lean up on your elbows, watching your boyfriend to see what his reaction is. To your surprise, he looks like a kid in a candy store, awe and wonder swimming around in the big brown pools of his eyes.

When an obscene sniff rings through the air, you can't help but cringe a little. Waiting for him to look repulsed, you're again astonished when all your met with is a feral look.

Very tentatively, he runs his flat tongue from your hole to the top of your clit. Moaning deeply, he moves his gave up to you. A smirk breaks out on his features, so devilishly and mischievously.

"Oh baby, you have no fucking clue how good you taste." There is no questioning in his cadence. It's smug and cocky and it makes you shiver with need.

Repeating his motions from before, you mewl at the feeling, lifting your hips again. The chuckle that comes from Eddie vibrates off of you, make you move you squirm. Reaching his strong hands around your thighs, he holds you in place with his firm grip.

When the wet muscle breaches your needy hole, you fall back onto the bed moaning out in pleasure. He works your open with it, flicking it in and out efficiently.

Pulling out of you, he moves up to your bundle of nerves. Starting slowly, he circles around once or twice, before working it in figure eights.

You melt into the bed like a popsicle on a hot summers day. There's not a single thought in your head other than the feeling of his mouth. You're a livewire come to life, so sensitive and lost in the haze of pleasure.

You think this is the precipice of ecstasy but then one of his thick fingers enter you and his mouth sucks hard on your pulsing clit.

It feels like fireworks on the fourth of July, bright and explosive, big loud bangs ringing out into the night sky. It's like the feeling of going down the big drop on a rollercoaster, tingling deep in your belly and a rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. It's like winning first place, heartwarming and shocking all at the same time.

You feel all these things at the same time, every single one of them caused by the actions of your boyfriends mouth. It's overwhelming and so fucking delicious but you can't say anything than cry out in bliss.

Letting go of your clit with a pop, Eddie's head pokes up at you like an excited puppy. "S'it feel good baby?" You want to answer, you really do but the way he sneaks a second finger into you and crooks them at the perfect angle makes you lose all motor skills.

"Awe, honey" he coos mockingly, "Is it that good?"

"S'good Eds, so good." You're a blubbering, crying mess. So hooked on the feeling of him, hooking on the feeling of how he made you feel.

He doesn't say anything else, too busy pushing his face back between your legs. His motions go faster, fingers hitting that sweet spot inside of you that he only managed to find, his mouth switching between motions, driving you closer to the edge as he does.

The string in your belly is pulling tighter and tighter, barley hanging together by a thread. You're a thrashing, sweaty mess on his bed, gripping the pillow underneath your head that your knuckles will probably be stuck in that position. You don't care, not when he's moving his head back and forth, slurping up your wetness like a handmade milkshake.

It's filthy, down right dirty the way it sounds. The noises that carry out into his room echo so loud the neighbors could probably hear. The squelch of your wetness being pounded into by his hand, the way he's drinking you up like a dehydrated plant, the moans that escape out of your parted lips.

"Eddie, please. FUCK, please." You're blathering at him, not even sure at what you're asking for.

Separating himself from you again, he continues working his fingers deep into you.

"You wanna cum, pretty girl? S'that it? Wanna cum all over my fingers?" You moan louder in response, clenching around him harder as you do.

"Go ahead, be a good good and cum for me. Come on, honey. Cum for me." That's all you need to hear before you're hurtling off the edge of your release.

You release with a silent cry, all the air being punched right out of you. Your body feels weightless, like you were thrown up into the clouds and not being able to come down.

Your whole body shakes, tears streaming down your face, all while your hole pulses and quivers around Eddie's fingers. A gush of wetness coats his fingers, a big puddle under your ass, leaving another stain on his bed seats.

He watches in awe as you hit your peak, how your back arches off of the bed and how you look so fucking perfect like this. The shy girl that never got experience this kind joy, now swims in the ocean of euphoria of the climax. He feels so lucky to witness this, to be the first and last person to ever see you this vulnerable.

Eddie wishes he could paint this moment, make a portrait of the way your kiss bitten lips form the perfect O, make the brushstrokes of your hair and some of it sticks to your sweaty face. You're so beautiful and he doesn't know how blessed to be yours.

When you float back down to earth, to the springy mattress of Eddie's, you take a moment to catch your breath. When he removes his fingers from you, you weakly hiss from movement and he offers a quiet sorry.

Moving back up to his knees, he hovers over you and smiles brightly down at you. Smiling weakly back at you, he uses the hand that's not supporting his weight to place it on your jaw. His thumb brushes back and forth and you melt right into it.

"How was that?" Pink tints his cheeks, grinning ear to ear.

You chuckle weakly, shaking your head in disbelief.

"I think I went to outer space for a second there."

A booming laugh leaves his chest and it makes you smile even harder. Your heart feels so full and so happy. You're so in love with him and it makes you delirious. You want to see him like this for the rest of your life, big smiles and even big laughter, so pretty and delicate only for you.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself there, space cadet." Leaning down to press his lips to yours, your soak in the feeling of it. When he moves away you pout at him, and he bops you on the nose with his finger.

"I was thinkin' I could return the favor, big boy." You whisper seductively.

"Oh baby, that sounds wonderful but-," He makes eye contact with you, "I need to be in you like yesterday because that, right there was the hottest thing I've ever witness."

"I happen to be a romantic. So I shall wait until my fair maiden is okay to resume our activities." Closing his eyes with pride, he places a hand on his heart.

Hiding your face with your hands, you bust out laughing at his little antics and when you peek between his fingers you see his teeth flashing back at you. Removing your hands from your face, you tuck a loose tendril behind his ear.

"You're a dork, but that sounds good to me."

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Thank you all for reading! I loves you all and hope you enjoyed!!!

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jjk men & you: nail appointment!

tldr: gojo, geto, nanami, ino, choso, toji, sukuna + mahito going with you to your nail appointment.

cw: fem!reader. sukuna refers to reader as ‘woman’ once. and mahito.

a/n: this was fun lowk. might do it for jjk boys, depends on my motivation. idk if mahito particularly counts as a man, but he’s here for my mootie. time to sleep now, enjoy!!!

✿ — gojo:

first things first, he’s paying for your nails. which sounds like a good thing, until you realize he’s insisting on going along with you. he’ll pester you the entire time, suggesting colors and styles (how does he know so much?!) and then doing anything to get you to laugh or look at him. sometimes it results in your nail tech getting a little lot frustrated because he keeps making you squirm. eventually, tho, he’ll stop and let the tech finish up your nails.

“they’re cute. would’ve been cuter if you let me pick, buuuut... still cute.”

✿ — ino:

he’ll flex his knowledge about nails like it’s something revolutionary or suggest a style that he swears is completely unique, only for you to correct him and realize that it’s really just basic information. he’ll spend the rest of the appointment scrolling through pinterest and instagram, trying to find inspo for your next set.

“ooh, baby, look. these are nice, right?”

✿ — nanami:

only pays if you want him to, and only goes if you want him to. is content to let you pick whatever style you want, but likes to pick out bold colors and suggest designs based on your interests or adding charms. always tips the tech, and once your nails are done, he gently grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

“these suit you perfectly, my lady.”

✿ — geto:

at first, he is nawt going in there. unless you find a sorcerer nail tech, he’s going to be slick the entire time. he’ll side-eye everyone else getting their nails done, judge their taste (“why would she choose that shit-brown?”), and stand up the entire time. he doesn’t want the germs. once you’re done, he’s pulling you out of there as quickly as possible.

“here, take this. ... yes, it’s hand sanitizer. you don’t want those monkey germs, right?”

✿ — toji:

only goes because you told him if he tagged along, you’d pay. in reality, he was going to go all along, just to make sure nobody tries anything. he will slap the shit outta somebody, including your nail tech. sits in a tiny chair by your side, massive head resting on your shoulder and arms crossed, absolutely knocked out. he’ll only wake up if you shrug your shoulder or if the appointment ends (he has some kind of sixth sense for that shit).

“huh? ... nah, i ain’t sleep. you cute, now c’mon.”

✿ — choso:

kind of like gojo, clingy asf. he won’t make suggestions (bro has no idea, pls bear w/ him), but he’ll praise any and every decision you make. his arms will be wrapped around your waist the entire time, earning him lots of ‘awhss’ and ‘look at them! so cute.’ tips the nail tech for “making you extra gorgeous.” his words, not mine.

“you look good, i swear. i like the colors, and the shape, and the design, and your hands...”

✿ — sukuna:

has a personal nail tech. you think he maintains them black nails by himself? no. threatens his nail tech to do good on your nails, otherwise it’ll be the last set they ever do. makes minor suggestions, but is content to sit back and let you decide for yourself. he does have a preference color, though, either black, red, or dark purple. gets a weird urge to nibble your fingers once your nails are done. please don’t ask why.

“hm? you look fine, woman. nothing rivals your natural beauty, so quit ya whining.”

✿ — higuruma:

he’s awake for the entire prep process. watching you pick your colors, decide on a design, get settled in the chair. the second the nail tech actually gets to work, though, he’s tapped out. just like toji, he’s sitting in a chair beside you, head either resting in your lap or on your shoulder. if he could sit across from you, his head would be on your chest. only wakes up when it’s time to pay (he tips!) or if something goes wrong.

“... mm? oh, those are nice, sunshine. i like the little designs, very cute.”

✿ — mahito ..?:

a lil shit the entire time istg. doesn’t care what you pick, will poke and squish and pinch and nuzzle you the whole process, annoying both you and the tech. considers getting his done to match yours, but realizes he could probably just morph the shape of his soul instead of sitting there.

“those are, like, so cute! ... no? you don’t like my valley girl accent?”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk imagines #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk nanami #jjk choso #jjk toji #jjk sukuna #jjk ino #jjk mahito #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #nanami kento x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo headcanons #geto headcanons #nanami headcanons #sukuna headcanons #🪵 – writing

[gaywerewolfwithanxiety]

NSFW WORK

tags: subbot Lucifer x domtop gn reader, cock as be read as a magical strap on which attaches itself to the body as a regular dick, sex toys, degradation.

This is my first time writing smut so there will be errors but I will gradually get better at it so bear with me.

The demon frowns harder as he feel his cheeks and ears burn with humiliation. The avatar of pride doesn't panick but someone seeing him in this position would destroy the reputation he has carefully build over all these years. He couldn't even imagine what kind of rumours would spread about him. Yet he couldn't resist the temptation to submit to these sensations.

"ma-master, please help me" cried out Lucifer, his nails pressing into your skin.

Gripping him tightly, you push him over the table.

"See? All you had to do was ask nicely" you smirked while hovering over him. Lucifer begins to undress himself, while the toy is still inside him but you, being impatient as usual, rips his clothes away from his body before he could even process it. You undressed even faster. Your lips latches themselves to his neck, your hands firmly spreading his legs to expose his hard dick to you. Looks like the avatar of pride loved being manhandled.

Lucifer was so fucking gorgeous, so ethereal, his beauty never managed to not surprise you even though you two had done it many times. Pulling his hips up, you slowly start to remove the vibrator from his ass. Lucifer was already prepped before when you inserted the toy into his ass. Lucifer starts whimpering desperately, just when you have almost pulled out the vibrator, you pushed it back into his hole making him jump. "Wh-what do you think you are doing?!" Lucifer squirms beneath you. "Come on, I know how much you like this" Lucifer scoffs but still blushing furiously.

That's when he felt the sensation of your cock against his hole, Lucifer starts to protest but immediately stops when you slide in, slowly, so he could feel every inch of you making him go feral. Lucifer further bends over the table as you are completely engulfed in the heat of his walls. He moans loudly like a dog in heat but then shamefully covers his mouth with his hands.

"Aww, you don't need to hide your beautiful noises from me" your tone sadistic and full of mockery. Your girthy length pressed against his prostate. His walls clenched around your length, his breath hitching with your every thrust.

"You are such a slut for me, luci" you groaned. "Such a good boy"

Lucifer sucks in a sharp breath "only for you, mc".

"Really? Maybe I should show those lowly demons how the avatar of pride actually is" you teastingly threaten him.

"n-no don't" begs Lucifer.

You continue plunging your cock deep into lucifer's sensitive insides. Your hands trailed over his body and finally reached to his nipples. You slowly start to rub them between your fingers, they become erect almost immediately.

"Does that feel good, having your nipples played with like a dumbwhore?" Lucifer responds with a frantic nod and a loud moan, many weak moans following it. You mercilessly slapped your hips against his plump spread ass, moans from him in each thrust. The vibrator and your cock were mercilessly destroying his insides.

" I a-am close.." Lucifer whimpered out.

"Wait, I am not finished yet" you flip lucifer so that he is now straddling your lap while you sit on top of the table.

"Move on your own" you commanded.

Lucifer's starts to move, you hold onto his waif helping him move.

Lucifer starts to speed up, despite feeling shameful.

He sqeals, biting his bottom lip, a pathetic way to hide his moans.your tongue swirls around his erect nipple, biting them.

Lucifer bounces on our dick like his life depends on it, letting our a weak cry from being stuffed so full.

"I-can I come" Lucifer whines being on the edge of his organsm.

"Yes f-fuck" you nod agressively

Lucifer comes, his cum spreading all over your stomach. You smile mischievously and soon after you also come, thick and hot spurts of cum filling up his insides. Lucifer squeezes and grinds down onto your dick. You pull out, cum drips out of lucifer's hope, dripping down his thighs. You lick the cum in his inner thighs while also marking them with your bites.

Lucifer moans embarassed with your actions. You finger his ass and take out the vibrator which seemed to be dead. He cries out for last time. You sure do have the oldest wrapped around your finger.

Lucifer leans down and pulls you into a deep heated kiss before getting off the table. He uses his powers to clean up the mess and dress you both. You again kiss Lucifer and you both head for the house of lamentation

Lucifer might be a little ooc but that's just because i love writing him as a slut (Only for you though).

#lucifer x dom gn reader #dom reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #literally had to search up 'how to write smut' for this #lucifer gets fucked

[cherryo]

Nsfw alphabet headcanons about the rise brothers would be great!

HIIIII!!!! okay so i decided to pick out three for each brother cause if i did all 26 questions for each brother it would be a little much for me right now! i may revisit a whole one for each brothers :3

Pairing: Rise! Brothers x reader (separately) genre: smut Pronouns: no actual pronouns but fem genitalia Word count:didnt count warnings: cussin' and sex lol did not proofread

LEO

A- Aftercare (what theyre like afterwards)

2nd best out of the brothers (Raph is the best) Runs you a bath before you even ask, he has snacks, towels, water and everything you could want in his room already!

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect of it)

Super super romantic, literally no jokes whatsoever. As he ages he eases up but as of right now hes very intimate and romantic! He thinks sex and sexual intimacy is sacred and needs to be serious !

W-Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He only likes to be a power bottom! He feels he has wayyyyyyy more control from the bottom than on top! He also thinks you being on top is super fucking hot

RAPH:

B- Body (what their favorite body part is of themselves and their partner)

His arms!!! Fucking thick as a log, hes very proud how much he can manhandle you with his arms and how he can hold you down or in any position with one arm!

Your thighs, he loves how they look when you sit down, have a tight skirt on, how his dick feels being slide between them, how fucking soft they are!

N-No (something they wouldnt do)

Public sex or bathroom public sex. He thinks its hot but he cant handle his noises or his size in public, it would be too obvious too quick and hes too nervous to be caught!

X-X-ray (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

HOLY SHIT FUXKING BIG AS FUCK!!!!!! Literally thickness of a coke can and the length of a normal human forearm!!!!!!!! No but fr the girth is what gets you hurtin’. You two have to prep your pussy for hourrrrssss before even attempting to slide his dick in

DONNIE

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He cums so much and it’s so thick and goopy and hot and-

He loves cumming in you and on you, depending on horny and situation level. If yall are in public he’s cumming in you so it drips out of you and he also does it commonly in the bedroom.

He cums on you primarily if its a quickie so he can just wipe it up and you wont have to worry bout your panties being soaked! How sweet of him <3

F- Favorite position

Mating press and doggy and i will not be expanding on this it just feels right!!!!

K-Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Literally breeding, body worship, overstim, panty sniffing, choking, collars & leashes, and -

He has so many, i believe hes the most adventurous in the bedroom! Mikey being second, raph and then leo <3

MIKEY

D- Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Is a panty stealer, literally sneaks dirty and clean underwear. He loves it, he primarily jerks off with them on his dick but will sometimes sniff it or stuff it in his mouth while jerkin it

L-Location (their favorite place to do it)

The bathroom!!!! Loves the counters and how creative you have to be while fucking in the bathroom. Also loves tub and shower sex! Mans is a freak fr but he just loves making the bathroom humid from stuff other than hot water ;)

Z-ZZZ (how fast do they fall asleep after?) 

Hes out, the second yall are done hes out. Hes so bad at aftercare and i know he has that whole alter ego but it just feels right!!!!!! Hes a sleepy guy :’)

#chasewrites #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt smut #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rise raph #rottmnt leo

[illubean]

This is going to sound really stupid but can u write kurapika, leorio, chrollo and feitan with an s/o who's getting a piercing but is truly and honest to God afraid of needles/getting piercings. I'm getting my septum done in 2 weeks and I'm actually shitting myself, send help💀

HXH with a S/o Scared of Needles/Piercings

Characters: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladaknight, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Porter Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

haha I was the same way after getting my septum! I was cussing really bad and told my friend I hate her (which obvi isnt true) but honestly the initial poke doesn't hurt too bad a tip is just to close your eyes and the adrenaline actually makes it hurt less :D

Warnings: mentions of needles

Kurapika Kurta

"If you're scared of needles then just don't get the piercing"

ugh Kurapika you don't understand fear/pain is temporary swag is forever

he is so genuinely confused at why you're still adamant to get a piercing even though you're scared

he'd go with you as moral support though

he holds your hand and gently caresses it

after seeing the needle go through you his face scrunches up and he cringes a little

he's not afraid of needles but jeez that looked like it hurt

he listens to the piercer's aftercare instructions very carefully and makes sure you follow them

he probably keeps special wipes on him just in case you ever need to clean your piercing

10/10 probably the best person you could've asked to come with you

Leorio Paladaknight

he's more afraid than you are

which is weird considering he wants to be a doctor

but there's just something about piercing needles specifically that make him squeamish

if you ask him to go with you he will but he's going to be freaking out

the piercer probably looks at him like "...seriously?"

its a miracle he wasn't kicked out

HE'S the one gripping your hand like his life depends on it

and honestly? him freaking out so hard probably puts you at some sort of ease

like damn someone has to be the levelheaded one

he's holding your hand but he has to face away from you because if he doesn't he might actually pass out

he's such a big baby... but he will always be there for you when you need it <33

Chrollo Lucilfer

like Kurapika he doesn't understand why you're going to get a piercing if you're so scared but he wont say anything

would he go with you to get it done? yeah but I feel like he'd also offer to do it himself

he has no clue what he's doing so uh if you trust him to do it and he fucks up thats on you

two youtube videos and a wikihow article later and he's prepping to pierce you

and he actually does a pretty good job

he talks you through the whole thing and with how distracted you were by him you barely felt it

he's another one who makes sure you keep up with the aftercare

you saved money and it didn't even hurt all that bad so that was an absolute win

Feitan Porter

he's going to laugh at you

he thinks your fear of needles is silly compared to all the shit the troupe does

he's also probably the one piercing you, why waste money at a shop if he can do it for you?

he can't really offer you much considering his hands are occupied

but if you really need to he'll let you grip onto his thigh or something

"Wait! Can you at least give me a countdown!?" "One" and he's already pierced you

see, it wasn't that bad look how quick it was

if you complain after about how his countdown wasn't long enough or how much it hurt Feitan is going to kiss you to shut you up <3

"It wasn't even bad, get over it"

#hxh 2011 #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #feitan x reader #feitan #phantom troupe #hxh chrollo #feitan hxh #hunter x hunter feitan #hxh feitan #chrollo #kurapika hxh #kurapika #leorio #hxh kurapika #kurapika hunter x hunter #leorio x reader #leorio paladiknight #leorio hxh

[smileycarat]

delulu thoughts: joshua ver

joshua x reader

a/n: looks like i’m going to do a mini series of my delulu thoughts for each member, lmk if you are interested in being tagged? this one is more of an imagine than a headcannon? idk it’s more plot based haha, expect this one to be random

best friends to lovers trope?

joshua is just so…*sigh*

this man is just so dreamy and kind and aND AND

i for some reason get childhood best friends vibes from him, or someone that you have a deep and long past with

he’s just someone who has overall been there for you for the longest time, and yes he’s an idol now and all the more busy, but he will always make time for you

the realization that came to you regarding your feelings was one day that you were feeling down

joshua was there for you, as always, and doing what he does best which is give you advice and to comfort you

he sat next to you on the kitchen floor, and after you had calmed down enough, he asked you if it was okay if he could hug you

that is how you ended up on his lap, which was not something new to you due to your long lasting friendship

but his words of soft encouragement and the way he rubbed your back and petted the crown of your head felt so endearing

it was easy to get lost in his arms as he continued to do the soothing gestures and would occasionally murmur into your hairline how much you meant to him followed by a soft kiss there

you both had never shied away from affection, so one again, this wasn’t something out of the ordinary

“you carry too much weight on your plate sometimes, how long have you been feeling like this?” he would whisper into your hair

“for a while now”

he pulled back slightly to look at your face, and his lips turned down slightly and his eyes softened at the sad expression on your face

“you can always count on me to help you carry that weight” he says as he wiped your tears with his thumb

“but it’s not yours to-”

“no, i want you to be able to come to me for anything”

his gaze was so sincere and that overall brought a new wave of emotion causing you to wobbly smile at him through a new set of tears

that was the day that you realized that joshua meant more to you than the longtime best friend he’s always been to you

things continue as normal as they can be with your newfound realization

you both still meet up for lunch every other weekday, depending on if he’s free and if he can meet you during your lunch hour at your workplace

he always brings food with him, don’t even try arguing with him about it

the receptionists are already very familiar with his presence at your workplace as he greets them with a smile, and they can’t help but swoon

as he meets you in your office, you hastily clean up your work area as he takes containers out of the bags of the meal he brought

will open your containers for you and prep them with all necessary sides and utensils

also always brings a straw for you that he quickly plops into your drink that he opened for you

it’s not an abnormal sight for someone to walk into your office to drop off something and see him feed you the first bite of his food with his chopsticks

he just likes to take care of you

when at the bar, he will watch the bartender to make sure your drink gets done correctly and that it’s safe for you

yes he’s listening to you ramble about your day at work, but he’s keeping an eye on your drink

you both often take sips of each others drinks

will often pull you to his side and wrap his arm around your shoulders as you converse with friends

the members are used to your displays of affection, so forehead kisses are not at all new to them

what is new is the small kiss joshua places under your ear after a good amount of drinks

and then the few more that joshua places on the corner of your lips as the night progresses

soonyoung has to be pulled away when he gets noticeably excited

fans also knew about your existence as one of joshua’s long time friends

however they do have a field day when pictures of you both grocery shopping surface

in one of which joshua is pictured pushing a shopping cart while you read a list

in another picture where you’re laughing at an expression joshua pulled

and then lastly there’s a video where joshua pecks you on the lips after you toss in what is known to be his favorite snack into the shopping cart

you both never publicly confirm anything, but you are featured more often in the background of his instagram posts with members

fans particularly loved the one photo he posted at the end of a series of multiple random photos

you were on the last slide holding one half of a popsicle stick, and you were looking at the ground dejectedly where the other half of your frozen popsicle was melting

he captioned the post “summer favorites ❤️”

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@fandems

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[heartssatoru]

Hey! I love your HCs so far! If you do smut could you do JJK men wanting to have sex or are horny and how they go about asking you/initiating it? (Gojo, Megumi, Sukuna, and Itadori)

Yes of course! I know a lot of my readers request fluff so if you don't like smut im so sorry😭

Characters: gojo, megumi, sukuna, itadori

Warnings: smut smut smut!! Afab reader

I have a few request im working on, to all the others that requested! :)

Gojo

In public:

Starts off flirty but then becomes needy cause he's extremely horny

At a date

Slips up and tells you a dirty joke by accident. And does that little giggle

It maybe depends, because there's times where he thinks he can hold it but can't

Most of the time he hints it. If you don't get it then he'll say it shamelessly

Doesn't care if its in public or not. He just wants relief.

He kinda does care😭 but doesn't at the same time.

Bathroom, alley way, really whatever. Tries to make sure no ones really there though

Someone spots you two? Oh shit let him finish atleast

Tells you to just relax but it's extremely hard when his cock is pounding into you

If your hiding your moans then he'll make you either way. Cause that's just offensive to him

Will deny your organsm if you hide them too. So lesson learned

Megumi:

At home:

Tries to ignore it. But its too much to even ignore, wouldn't be surprised if you could notice

Prefers to hint because he feels embarrassed. No matter how much you tell him he doesn't need too.

You already know because that's always how he gets when he's horny

Doesn't want to risk being caught. And he always makes that clear.

Always at home no matter what. He can wait, maybe..

Excusing that, he skilled with his fingers, and always uses his fingers to prep you

He doesn't want to cause you pain. Really just pleasure for both of you.

Will be a little hard or deny your organsm if he's having a bad day. But still will let you cum

By the time he's done you guys will be fast asleep, but always makes sure you fall asleep first.

Sukuna

anywhere, literally doesn't care:

Will straight up tell you. Maybe if you don't take so long he'll actually be nice to you.

1% chance of that. But its better then nothing!

Will fuck you anywhere. Unlike gojo, he has nothing to worry about

Doesn't even care if anyone sees. They'll simply see how much of a slut you are for his cock

Said by him of course

Does it for his own pleasure, if he's feeling nice he'll let you cum

Also if you try and touch yourself then thats another reason why he shouldn't.

Abuses your poor cunt, especially with his size

Rough, but knows your limits. Maybe goes aganist them every one in awhile to see your fucked face

Cause it drives him near the edge even more.

Itadori

Feels guilty each time so he always tries to go on without anything

However if he's desperate will beg you to let him fuck you

Makes sure your comfortable and everything. Sweet as hell

But just because of that dont expect to not be teased

Will always let you cum though, unlike the others, besides megumi

Goes gentle, unless you want it hard he can do that. Just doesn't want to hurt you

Asks every once in awhile just to make sure your comfortable and everything

No matter how tired he is, will still try to clean you up afterwards

Gives you the best care. Would feel guilty once again, if he didn't

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #megumi x reader #satoru x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader Smut #sukuna x reader smut #gojo x reader smut #satoru x reader smut #Gojo satoru x reader smut #megumi x reader smut #itadori x reader smut #Yuji x reader smut

[cloverlove-drabble]

SLASHERS X MALE!READER

nsfw headcannons!?

Michael Myers:

BDSM to the extreme, knifes, rope, maybe murder

he would not be gentle, he doesn't care how much you hate rough sex he will go 10x harder to spite you

he will in fact cut you up, but not to deep, he doesn't want you dead

not one to focus on your pleasure, don't expect him to give you head.. not even a hand job

if you finish isn't his concern BUTTT

if you do, he kinda gets off on it, in a way, he just likes how helpless you seem when you come

silent.. if he isn't close he won't make any noise, the only reason you know he's enjoying it is the fact he's hard

not prone to start any sexual advances, he leaves that to you

his libedo is low but it exists, and when he is in the mood hes throwing you over his shoulder and speed walking to the bed

his aftercare in non existent, the most he'll do is rub you're head and wonder off afterwards

Jason Vorhees:

gentle giant! he let's you top, whether that be you riding him or fucking him yourself is for you to decide

he loves to see you on top of him, please use him for yourself he doesn't mind

the louder you moan and the more cute facial expressions you make the better

is not afraid to help you out all through out the day, he lives to make you happy

the more pleasure he can give you the happier he is, feels bad and may even cry if you don't finish when you two are having sex

he doenst think to focus on his own pleasure so you'll have to do that yourself

suck him off, please, he is desperate

the bliss he feels from it is unmatched, he'll whimper and whine and try his best not to jerk up into your mouth, he doenst wanna make you gag

speaking of that hes BIG, alot of prep will be needed, and he losses it when you prep yourself infront of him, fingering your hole refusing to let him touch you until you're done drives him mad

with aftercare he is so gentle and soft he'll rub his masked face in your neck and snuggle you close, refusing to get up until hes had enough hugs and kisses from you

Brahms Heelshire:

a real sub-y brat, he expects you to take care of all his needs

hes hypersexual to the extreme, all throughout the day he'll stop you just so he can get head

and hes mean with it, forcing himself deeper down you're throat until you're gagging, but he'll give you a thank you kiss so its okay :)

with sex he wants to bottom 100% of the time, he loves the feeling of you in him, the deeper you go the louder his demands get

he wants you to finish inside him atleast 2 times, he's spoiled and wants alot from you, he wont stop until he's full of you

hes a high pitch moaner, and he refuses to quiet down unless you gag him

he loves when you discipline him, overstim him until he's shaking, he would kill for it

he also loves praise, call him your good boy, tell him how good he makes you feel, pet his head, do anything like that and hes whining

a big biter, he leaves bite marks all over you as a claim, he wants you to know you're his

his aftercare is dependent on you, he's also so tired afterwards he wants you to praise him some more and coddle him until he falls asleep

Bubba Sawyer (leather face):

desperate hypersexual man, if brahms is hyper sexual this man is hyperly obsessed with sex

he wants multiple rounds a day, all through out the day, at least a couple of handjobs to hold him off until he can have you fully

hes been caught by you humping pillows desperately trying to get off, he is always so horny

hes never had someone to give him a helping hand so hes verryy greatful for you, he uses you all through out the day

he can dry hump you for the rest of his life if he could, he just loves the feeling he gets from you

sex with him is very fast and messy, hes humping you, trying to go deeper than possible in you, and all around making a huge mess of both of you

he loves to give to though! you're pleasure is all he cares about sometimes, he wants to give you the best mind blowing sloppy top you've ever experienced, he could spend hours between you're legs

he perfers to top during sex, doggy style is his favorite, he loves to grip you're hips and just go until you're legs are useless, to make it up he carries you around though! hes not a monster

he does have a monster size though, and it never fits fully but he tries his best to make it

aftercare is very good, he rushes you to shower with him, he scrubs your back and kisses you until you're lips are bruised, all this while he's trying to babble out praise, he's so cute

happy Halloween:3

#slasher x male reader #slasher headcannons #slasher x reader #slasher scenarios #Michael Myers #Jason Vorhees #Brahms Heelshire #Bubba Sawyer #Halloween #Friday the 13th #The boy #texas chainsaw massacre #cloverthought

[xxlemon-chanxx]

Headcanons I proposed for Philip/Belos in a discord server I’m in.

NSFW HEADCANONS AHEAD

Philip:

Philip never undresses completely during intimacy, he only ever pulls his pants down far enough to free his cock, but otherwise remains fully clothed.

Most times, Philip will have you face down against the table or wall or floor—whatever is most convenient for him (which is usually least convenient for you)

He’s very lazy when it comes to prepping you. He’ll massage your ass and test the waters with his thumb to see if there's enough give to take him right away. If he’s not in too much of a hurry to be inside, he’ll use that thumb to hook inside you and stretch you slightly before yanking down his pants.

He uses spit as lube. He doesn't warn you, you just hear a “ptooe” and feel a wetness before he shoves himself in

There are two modes of doggy style depending on how desperate he is: one where he’s leaned over you and has his chin resting on one of your shoulders as he grunts in your ear (stuff like “that's it” or “c’mon”) and the other where he's mostly upright and has a firm grip on your hips as he rolls his hips into you.

If it's the former, very rarely will you hear the “slapping” sound that one thinks of when they think of sex, there just isn't enough leverage for it, but the trade-off is being able to feel all of his weight bearing down on you.

Then, of course, there are some days where you manage to face him as he's pounding into you. On days like this, again, you can either have him embracing you as he grunts into your ear, or you can have him keep you at arm's length as he uses you.

If you're able to gaze at his face during these moments, you won't see a loving look from him, no. His expression will be stern, harsh, or borderline angry. His teeth will be bared in a scowl and he almost looks murderous.

He usually has one or two rounds in him, but sometimes there are more. When he's done, he’ll stay sheathed inside you until you move, then he gets up and wipes himself off with his hand (will sling it on the ground/floor of cave carelessly) and stuffs himself back into his pants. Proceeds to ignore you/pretend nothing happened.

Belos:

(assuming human!reader):

Assuming we’re running with the headcanon that Belos is a virgin before you, Belos learns from example, that how he acts in the bedroom is entirely dictated by how you treat him your first time.

If you treat undressing like a dance, he’ll treat it as a dance from then on. His cloak and overshirt, your shirt, his boots, your shoes, undoing his belt and easing his pants down, unbuttoning your pants and easing them down. He treats undressing as a back-and-forth, waiting for you to match his state of undress before progressing further. During this, he's also giving you gentle praises and kissing you, massaging your shoulders, the works.

But, if you take charge the first time and undress him *for* him, he’ll insist on undressing you completely before beginning to undress himself. He likes the image of you laid out on his bed as he undresses. It's an exercise in self-control to not rush in getting naked himself.

The actual act is a toss-up, but it's almost always going to be slow and gentle. I don't see him as a lover who will get too rough in bed, no matter how infuriating it may be for you.

He's a switch, but tends to lean on the dominant side once he’s familiar with the ins and outs of intimacy.

Unlike Philip, where he’s desperate and needy, Belos is calm and calculated, often chastising you in a soft voice if you're being too impatient. He’ll gaze into your eyes, wanting to be close enough to brush noses with you. He’ll stroke your hair, kiss your cheek, press his nose against your jawline, etc…

He's the master of cuddles after sex. He won't pull out of you unless you want him to, but he prefers to sleep on top of you with your body warming his limp cock. He’ll spend the rest of the night nestled against you, kissing along your shoulder and telling you how good you were.

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[dragjunkie23]

Sam Winchester NSFW Alphabet

18+ ONLY!! Minors DNI

I’ve seen a lot of people do Sam Winchester NSFW alphabets so I wanted to create one based on how I think he’ll be

A - Aftercare

Huge softie and gentleman when everything is done. He’ll be giving you the best aftercare with what you want but for him, holding you in his arms and stroking your skin is something he loves a lot. He definitely strikes me as someone who loves skin to skin contact so that would definitely be part of his aftercare

B - Body Part

As much as he hates to admit it, he does actually love his hands. So many women obsess over it and at first it’s confusing for him. With his partner, however, he realizes that his hands do so much when having sex. Pinning you down, stroking parts of the body that give you more pleasure, and being a source of comfort when the sex is done or just simply his partner wanting to hold his hand when they need it.

As for what his favorite body part is on a partner, he’s definitely a neck guy. All sexy scenes involving him, he’s kissing or biting the woman’s neck area as he knows it’s a sensitive part. Their backside and hair are a close second.

C - Cum

Sam doesn’t strike me as a super messy guy in bed so I think he would do all he can to avoid cumming everywhere. I guarantee you he has a breeding kink, though, so he wants to finish inside his partner.

D - Dirty Secret

I’ve seen a lot of people say that Sam is vanilla, but let’s be real: he is a FREAK in the sheets. Kinky AF (well maybe not AF but at least a good chunk of it).

E - Experience

Before he lost his soul, Sam only had a limited amount of experience compared to Dean. Either way, he knew what he was doing as he is good at reading his partner’s energy and what they want. After he lost his soul, he definitely had much more experience than Dean ever did (even if Sam doesn’t remember much of it).

F - Foreplay

Many men want to cut right to the chase. Not Sam. He knows the importance of foreplay and wants to ensure you are prepped just as much as he is, so get ready for a lot of it.

G - Goofy

It honestly will depend on the mood on either end, but I think being goofy would be saved for a long term partner he could trust.

H - Hard Limits

Like I said, Sam’s not a messy guy. He probably would not want to do something that will cause a huge mess. He isn’t completely opposed to it, though, so maybe will try some food play here and there but may not be a lot. Also isn’t into hardcore degrading his partner or doing anything that inflicts a lot of bodily harm to the body. He doesn’t want his partner to do that to him either

I - Intimacy

Sex is a VERY intimate moment for Sam. Though he has hooked up with a few women with no strings attached, he very much would rather have it with someone he’s in a long term relationship with. It’s personal for him

J - Jerk Off

If he’s single, he definitely will jerk off once in a while. When he’s in a relationship, it may not be as much but he’ll sneak in a little here and there when the hunt is long and you’re not in the mood

K - Kinks

Hair pulling (giving and receiving), predator/prey play, breeding, spanking (giving), bondage (giving and receiving though he’s more on the giving), dom/sub play

L - Location

Prefers the bedroom as it does allow a bit more movement (rolling around, changing spots) but will sneak a few rounds in the Impala with his partner. If neither one is readily available, if there is a single stall bathroom nearby, he’ll drag his partner in there if it’s been a while since the last time they had sex.

M - Motivation

Sensual whispering from his partner, them wearing something rather revealing, or just a simple “Babe, I’m in the mood. Meet me in the bedroom?” will be enough to turn him on.

N - No

If Sam’s too focused on the hunt at hand or someone is in serious danger, there’s a good chance he won’t be in the mood and turn down sex. He also will respect his partner if they are not in the mood as well.

O - Oral

Sam will gladly eat his partner out like he hasn’t eaten in a few days. He gets off on his partner’s moans and incoming orgasms. Though he prefers to give oral, he’s not opposed to receiving it.

P - Positions

Usually prefers positions where he’s on top like missionary, but he also adores the lotus (him sitting cross legged while his partner straddles him, riding him while he thrusts up) as it allows him to kiss you and caress your body. It’s a very intimate position that allows either slow or fast paced.

Q - Quickie

Not big into quickies but if it’s been a hot minute, he’s either likely to pull his partner into the bathroom to go down on them and they return the favor (or not, depending on the mood) or it’ll be him fingering them and the partner giving a hand job. It’s enough for them to get by for a bit

R - Risky

He really isn’t the type to want to risk getting caught but he knows it will happen especially because Dean is on the road as well.

S - Stamina

I’ve seen a lot of people say Sam has some stamina, and yeah, he could go for a few rounds, but it would have to be when he’s not exhausted from a hunt and had a few days off. He may be able to go for one or two rounds while a hunt is happening, but when he’s had time to rest, he’ll definitely be able to do more rounds.

T - Toys

I don’t think Sam would be a toy guy unless his partner introduces them to him. He’d definitely be open to trying them out and after a few experiments, there will be vibrators, paddles, floggers, bondage, etc. The toys may be used more for solo play when one of them is in the mood and the other isn’t, but the vibrators would help stimulate his partner a lot more especially if used on the clit.

U - Unfair

In terms of Sam teasing aka “being unfair,” I think this will go one or two ways: he’ll either be the biggest tease in the world and will see how long it lasts until his partner is begging for him or he’ll be super impatient and would get some foreplay in before actually going all in

V - Volume

I don’t think Sam would be loud at first. It takes some encouragement for him to start making some noises. Once he’s more comfortable, there will be some growls, snarls, and moaning on his end.

W - Wild Card

Sam’s a huge dom, that’s no secret, but I think he’s up to being sub once in a while

X - X-Ray

People think because Sam’s a huge guy height wise that he does have a huge package. That may be the case, but I think his package would be a little bit above average (but not to the point where it won’t fit).

Y - Yearning

Sam’s drive is interesting. He’ll be feeling up for sex a few times while others not as much. When he gets into a relationship, though, the drive will very much increase. It’s a way for him to connect with his partner and be able to let out emotions in a safe environment, so he needs to trust someone first before the drive increases.

Z - Zzz 😴

He definitely would not fall asleep until a few minutes after his partner is asleep (unless it’s been an exhausting hunt).

#sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester headcanon #sam winchester smut

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Johnny who just fucking loves to fuck your thighs.

He just loves coating your thighs in half a bottle of lube and fucking you like that as hard and fast as he can. Maybe it's because one or both of you is either too tired or too impatient for all the prep that comes with penetrative sex, maybe it's something you just enjoy more for whatever reason- but frankly, a lot of the time it's just Johnny deciding he needs to stick his cock between your thighs.

Most of the time, it's not even less of a mess than penetrative sex would be- mainly because Johnny likes it as wet and messy as possible. He'll full on use a bottle of lube a week because if his cock doesn't slip in and out from between your thighs without any resistance and lewd squelching, he doesn't want it. (that's a lie, he still does)

He'll forgo the massive amounts of lube if he's doing it as a form of foreplay- one or two drags of his cock along your cunt before pushing in or while kissing you. In those cases, whatever natural lubricant your body's already made is usually enough- and at least in my mind, Johnny's a bit of a slut for pain. He probably wouldn't mind a few rough drags of his cock between your thighs.

But when it's for more than a few seconds, he's absolutely drenching your thighs in lube. He'd probably be ecstatic if you could get wet enough for him to not need lube- but the hours of edging that it would require to get you slick enough for his standards is not something you'd exactly be looking forward too- or something that Johnny has the patience for.

Part of the reason he likes it so wet is probably because of how hard he'll go at your thighs- it more resembles an animal than a man. It's half because he doesn't have to worry about hurting you as much like this- there's no cervix to be bruised or rim to be fucked raw- but it's also just because he fucking loves you like this.

He once described his desired level of slickness when fucking your thighs as "a slip and slide". That one didn't go over well.

His favorite position for it is to have you on your back and folded in half with your legs squeezed together. If he can, he'll definitely use one hand to hold your ankles together to the side of your head, and he'll probably have the other one holding onto either your hip or at the love handle that's definitely going to be there when you're folded like that.

His favorite thing about doing it that way is because he can slip his cock between your labia and with each thrust, his cock head rubs right over your clit. It's the best of both worlds to him. For one, he gets to fuck your lovely thighs, but he also gets to rub his cock along your folds and make you squirm.

Depending on your preferences, it might straight up be better than regular sex.

There's one hundred and one other reasons why he likes it like that- but one of them is definitely the view. he loves being able to see your face, to see how desperate and needy you look when his cock is constantly rubbing at your clit, he loves seeing your legs stretched out like that with the undersides perfectly on display for him, and he loves that when your stomach is crunched like it is in that position, he gets easy access to nice handfuls of belly to hold onto. It's probably especially bad if you're someone who usually sucks your stomach in.

Another reason is how you look when he's done- inner thighs and belly all glistening with lube, his cum fucked into your skin, and he can even see where his cock fucked you if he's lucky by the slightly red, patchy path. It's also definitely because at the end, once he's done he can spread your folds and find a big glob of cum over your swollen clit.

Another favorite position of John "Soap" "Thigh-fucker" MacTavish includes hitting it from behind, preferably somewhere like the shower or as you're trying to read in bed- it's something about that slightly annoyed look you can give him when you're busy but fine, you'll let him fuck your thighs anyways that just makes him feel like a desperate dog of a man. Maybe it's not a feeling he always wants, but occasionally he definitely enjoys it. Also, the man just straight up likes to see your ass bounce.

He's probably just a bit too focused on your thighs in general, stockings or thigh-highs would make this man go crazy, and he'll probably regularly beg for you to sit on his face. But so what, he likes all the fat they have for him to grab onto, sue him.

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[gogh-with-the-flow]

You know what? Fuck it uhhh

Slutty 141 headcanons

Feat @asterionex xoxo I love you bestie

Cw: absolute filth. Masochism. Cockwarming. Blood kink. Anal. When I say I'm a freak I mean it.

Price loves to use your mouth to keep his cock warm. He'll keep you kneeling under his desk for however long his paperwork takes. And don't you dare move or else he'll shove himself deeper down your throat and keep you there.

When the boys come home you know you're in for a long night. They fuck you like a starving animal, all open mouthed panting and barbaric groaning while they run themselves into you over and over again. You're absolutely plastered in cum by the time the sun is up. And when their fat balls are finally drained, they take you into the shower to clean you off. But running their hands over your wet, soapy body gets them hard all over again. And before you know it they're pushing themselves into your poor abused little hole again. And God help you, you let them. You let them use your body because you know they need it and they know you love it.

Soap is a switch. Argue with the wall. That man loves to make you cry just as much as he likes being made to cry by you.

Price is a switch in the way that when he's stressed and pent up, he loves it when you take control and let him lie back and watch you ride him. Deep down, he just wants to be taken care of.

SOAPS STUPID FUCKING SLUTTY COLLAR RAAAHHHHHH

Choke him with the collar and he'll be a wheezing, moaning mess

Soap pays for your nails so they look pretty wrapped around his neck (and cock)

Idk why but I just get the feeling that Price is mad flexible. Like he can do the splits. He's gotta keep his old man joints limber.

Hook Soap's collar up to a leach and shove your strap down his throat. He looks so pretty choking on it ugh.

Gaz loves taking your strap up his ass. He has such a pretty ass and he arches his back so nicely to throw it back on you. And when he's done, he'll bend you over and give it to you the same way.

Price likes to smoke his cigars when you go down on him. One hand holding the cigar he's puffing on, the other winding his fingers in your hair.

In the same vein, he likes to make you sit on his dick and keep it warm while he smokes. He won't let you move until he's done with his cigar. He'll hold you, back arched against him, thighs shaking begging to move because he's just so big and the size of him is making you so full, and he'll just ash his cigar on your shoulder and tell you to keep quiet and be patient.

Ghost smokes cigarettes and likes to put them out on your pretty thighs.

Ghost likes to stuff himself into you without any prep because he knows you love that sharp painful stretch of his cock. Fucking your ass without any lube, if you bleed a little that's even better. You cry at the feeling of him stirring up your guts. The size of him is almost too much to bear.

He likes the pain too. Raking your nails down his back while he pounds into you, breaking the skin and feeling the dampness of his sweat mix with his hot blood.

Gaz would make fun of you the whole time, degrading you while you're bent over speared on his cock and drooling on the pillow. "Aww poor baby, can't even talk. Tell me how good it feels, love. Use your words'' but all you can do is scream because your tongue is lolling out of your mouth and you can't feel your face anymore

Price is best at aftercare, followed by Gaz and Soap. Ghost depends on the day, sometimes he just likes to use your body, and you love it.

I hope you like Paris because Soap and Ghost are taking you to the eiffel tower all the damn time.

Sex with Soap and Gaz is always a little more lighthearted, both of them cracking jokes while balls deep inside you.

Gaz and Price together is all sensual. They know how to take their time with you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you in every combination of the two of them.

Price and Ghost together are brutal. Between Ghost's roughness and Price's restraint, you're not walking properly for a while.

Gaz likes to fuck you in the shower. He likes the way the water runs down your naked body, making you all wet and shiny.

Did I mention Price loves cockwarming? Because he does. Price loves cockwarming. He'd wait until you're dripping down and around his thighs before he lets you move

You and Soap take turns being dominant. He's a brat. Sometimes you have to chain him up and sit on his face just to get him to behave. But when it's his turn, oh lord, does he give it back to you. His mouth is FILTHY, saying the nastiest shit you've ever heard while he pounds into you.

You love it when the boys hurt you. You'll take whatever they give you and you take it well.

Gaz looooooooooooves the taste of your pussy. He'll tie you down just to spend hours between your thighs and won't stop no matter how much you beg him to. He won't stop until he's eaten his fill and had dessert.

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[angelic-dew]

Hi!! I don't mean to be a bother, but could I possibly request rengoku and tengen (without wives and separately done!) smut hcs please? I understand if you don't do it! stay healthy 🤍

# smut headcannons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💌 ୧・author's note :: sure anon! I hope these are okay, I'm not the best smut writer qnq also! sorry for the huge delay, I've been lacking motivation lately. when I get tengen's part done, I'll update it here!

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍫 ୧・pairing :: Uzui T. x afab reader [not completed yet.] ⁞⁞ Kyojuro R. x afab reader — {you/your pronouns | separately done}

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings :: mentions of female and male genitals. dirty talk. daddy kink. praise kink. size kink. biting. hickeys. slight mentions of rough sex. semi-public sex. fingering. raw dogging. spanking. ⁞⁞ 18+ content, children dni please. proofread.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔.

꒰🔥꒱. I see Rengoku being into praising his precious lover in bed {consciously and subconsciously he does it}, he is a cinnamon roll after all, and a total sweetheart as a whole. Our beloved Umai King would also be extremely cautious with what he says; always taking into consideration your every action and signals with how you're feeling in bed. This time is precious to him and he takes it very seriously, always muttering phrases and short words of adoration and encouragement for your full enjoyment. Whispering ever so softly in your ear, always singing your praises to his heart's content.

꒰🔥꒱. Back in the Era Demon Slayer does take place in {1912-1926 || Taisho Era}, condoms did in fact exist, however, I believe Kyojuro prefers to go in fully raw for maximum pleasure as your walls tighten around him. That can translate to him wanting to prepare you a bit to take his entire length properly and with ease. He takes pride in prepping you, taking his time and lubing his fingers with some oil to make the process much easier.

꒰🔥꒱. He begins slow and gentle, soft to the touch; always treating you like some sort of dainty, delicate piece of porcelain throughout the process. Checking up on you at every moment as lewd cries of contentment escape from underneath your lips.

꒰🔥꒱. The flame Hashira does have a somewhat "rowdy" side to him. The thought of being able to do the deed with someone he loves ever so much really gets the blood flowing, to certain areas of course. So even though he's such a gentle sweetheart, he can still be rough in some subtle ways at times.

꒰🔥꒱. These can include bite marks along your body — hickeys and even light bruises peppering your breasts and neck; a few sprinkled along your collarbone area as well, as a finishing touch. It depends on what exactly is being done, but, he does tend to leave a few playful bite marks along your inner thigh area while giving you oral.

꒰🔥꒱. Because, let's face it, you know he's eating you out like there is no tomorrow. Rengoku is the Umai King after all, it's no surprise he can take that same talent of eating sweet potatoes and do the same to you, instead this time, he's eating out something that's definitely better than any food. He would ultimately prefer to give oral rather than receive, your needs come before his, always!

꒰🔥꒱. Rengoku is definitely an ass guy, don't try changing my mind. I see him loving to hold it within his palms gently, something about it just feels so enthralling that he can't even begin to come to his correct senses when he sees you in doggy style. That alone will make him pounce on you with little to no hesitation. Regardless of the size as well, he doesn't really care how big it is, once there's enough for him to grip and drool over as he pleases, it'll be a true treasure.

꒰🔥꒱. Kyojuro seems like the type to have a liking towards things smaller than him, so those rules will definitely apply to his lover as well. Especially if you're a bit shorter than the average person, bonus points to you right there, it only makes his size kink worsen each time. He simply adores the fact you're so tiny compared to him, yet so strong and able to take each, individual inch of his meaty cock every time; it makes him feel a sense of endearment per se. His little person's ability to feel all of him, honestly, makes him melt for you.

꒰🔥꒱. An alternative take on his size kink would also be a size kink, but you're bigger than him. He would have just as much adoration and love for you even if you were taller than him in just height alone. The cream of the crop that really gets him going has to be when he actually enters your warm hole. He practically dotes at the sight of your expressions as you tremble under his soft, loving touch. Despite your size difference, you're still extremely tight and sensitive to the touch — the Hashira is indeed fond of that.

꒰🔥꒱. He would most likely have a huge daddy kink as well. Of course, he wouldn't exactly mention it upfront, he would be a bit embarrassed to do so. I don't think he knows he has one until you call him it while he's ramming himself into one time. When you called him that, it almost made him feel a sense of power, but moreover, if he were to be frank, he could've felt himself get harder inside you from that word alone. Rengoku would definitely want you to say it more often; I firmly believe he would even imply it in his words as well while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

꒰🔥꒱. Sex position-wise, I see him having a preference for wanting to have a view of your angelic face while also being able to please you to the fullest, of course, there are a few exceptions like doggy style, but here's some in line with his preferred liking. So, mating press, missionary, cowgirl {reverse cowgirl at certain times}, g-whiz and the seashell, to name a few. Ideally, Kyojuro would like to do it in a place of privacy so he can focus on you and you primarily, always putting your needs first. However, if there ever came a time when you wanted him urgently, he wouldn't hesitate to take a risk. Whether that be behind a large building or a bathroom stall for a brief moment to have a quickie.

꒰🔥꒱. As I stated directly before, he has a particular fondness for ass, specifically yours, rather than anything else. So out of impulse he would spank you or leave slight bruising along your waistline as he holds onto you.

꒰🔥꒱. He doesn't spank you hard, it's usually a simple small slap, but from the moment you start asking/begging for more, just keep in mind, his normal sweet demeanour will change to something otherworldly; trust me, he will not hesitate to give you what you want by any means. Whether that being you want him to be rougher, harder or even leave more marks on you, he will make sure you're satisfied down to the last touch.

© yandere-smoothie :: please don't re-claim or translate my works without permission! <3

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[jakeyt]

Covet: Chapter 4

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Covet Summary:

Life was good. No, life was great. 

Was. 

Until.

Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture.

You welcomed him into your life—your home. 

Yes, he was your best friend’s twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in. 

Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didn’t want.

At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+); lots of sexual things happening in ‘real land’ and ‘dream land’ in this chapter; anxiety; heavy petting; Jake being an asshole; Reader is incredibly stubborn (like bad…it will probably aggravate you lmao) . . . i probs forgot some, so just lmk what i missed!

Chapter Word Count: 18k+ (i’m very sorry :o)

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a/n:

hi, loves :)

i have to tell you, i’ve been waiting to share some of the things that happen in this chapter for a longgg time. i’ve had a few of these scenes written and schemed for a hot damn second haha. they’re some of my personal favs.

i hope you enjoy, lovies!! <333

-🌼🌼🌼-

Chapter 4

You were still reeling from your dream when you decided to get up and get ready for the day. 

You had an open to close shift at the shop today since it was truck day and a week before inventory. You always worked with Josh on truck days. And since you had inventory to prep for, you’d be working together very closely to get things done. 

You weren’t sure how you were going to handle being around Josh all day after your dream about Jake. 

So you’d made the executive decision that as soon as your feet touched the floor, you’d pretend the dream hadn’t happened at all.

-🌼🌼🌼-

As you got ready for the day, you did a great job at pushing down any lingering thought.

You decided you were totally ready to conquer the day when you placed your vanilla cappuccino K-cup in your Keurig. 

A few moments after standing at the coffee machine, you heard keys shuffling in the dish on the counter. You didn’t even acknowledge his presence. You just stared at your coffee trickling into your cup as though your life depended on it. 

You heard the door open for Jake to leave, and you almost breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Hope you had a restful sleep last night, y/n.” 

Almost.

He continued to speak in a way that was much too friendly. “Heard you wake up a little early this morning,” he paused and your skin flushed at what he could be implying. Surely not. “Thin walls, you know.” 

You knew your eyes had slightly bugged at that, but you tried to school your features. 

There was no way he’d heard me say his name as I. . ., you thought. I was so quiet. 

You glanced his way, a stone-cold look set on your features. You weren’t even going to acknowledge what he’d said. 

“Have a good day, Jake,” you’d said firmly. You wanted him to know you were done with whatever conversation this could easily become. 

He smirked and winked at you, and you instantly looked back to the Keurig. You felt your ears and cheeks heat. 

And when he closed the door, you finally breathed and decided for the second time that day that you were not giving him any more thought.

-🌼🌼🌼-

A couple weeks later. . .

You kept catching yourself thinking about the twins and their recent activities. Why Jake would leave as soon as he’d get home, why Josh never worked evenings anymore. . . You didn’t know why your curiosity was killing you, but it was. Something was off. And whatever was going on, you were dying to know. It all had to be connected. Your mind had been running especially wild since that day recently where Josh had picked Jake up. It wouldn’t have seemed strange if Jake hadn’t been leaving that night, just like all of the other nights: guitars in tow. 

You’d also had the occasional (unwelcome) thought of your dream with Jake. 

The one where he’d been laying between your legs, his mouth doing everything so perfectly right. It had only been one week since your subconscious had betrayed you completely with whatever that had been, and you were really trying to act as though it hadn’t happened at all. 

“You know the career that Jake had to give up?” 

You blinked a few times to register that Josh was talking. And about Jake, no less.

You had both been in your own little worlds of thought today. Tomorrow would begin your scheduled inventory at the B&G. Because of that, the past week had required a lot of time and meticulous work to prepare for it. The few times you had spoken to each other today had been in passing, exclusively about the vinyl in stock. 

“What?” You asked, completely oblivious to where this conversation was heading. 

All day, your thoughts had only been consumed with the records. You’d had a one track mind to get everything wrapped up before close. You had to.

You looked to the clock, realizing closing time was drawing near. You surveyed the store, forgetting Josh had spoken at all for a brief moment. You liked getting the store set up extremely well anytime there was inventory. You wanted to solidify that it was ready to go before any conversation happened. 

“You think we’re about ready for the big guys tomorrow?” You asked him this as your eyes still scanned the store. You were answering your own question as you did. You had to admit, everything looked pretty damn good. 

Josh walked around the store, checking everything one final time. “Looks like we’re all set and ready to roll!” 

You nodded in agreement, and saw that closing time was about ten minutes away. You had a few minutes to hear whatever Josh was talking about.

You went and leaned against the front of the cash register counter, crossing your arms across your chest. “What were you saying again, Joshy?” 

“Jake’s dream,” you looked to see your friend coming up from checking the last record aisle. He leaned against the wooden display next to the check-out counter. “Y’know, the one he’s always wanted to pursue, but was forced to give up,” he continued. “The one I didn’t want to tell you about because it wasn’t my own,” you nodded, remembering. “Well, lately . . .it’s become my life,” he sighed loudly. “And I’ve decided I have to talk to you about it.”

You nodded again, and re-folded a B&G t-shirt to keep yourself busy. Then, it all clicked in your head. Your tired brain caught up to what this could be. 

Your ears perked up, looking up to catch his eyes again as yours got huge. “If this has become your life. . . Does it happen to be the same thing that you’ve been hiding from me?!”

He rolled his eyes, but then grinned at you. “Yes, y/n. It’s what I’ve been ‘hiding’,” he’d used air quotes, jesting at you. “Miss Dramatic, you.”

You knew you’d been giving the situation way too much thought. You just hadn’t been able to help your wandering thoughts. Josh had been working completely different shifts than the whole time he’d worked with you, and Jake was always gone. 

Not that you really noticed when Jake was home, anyway; it didn’t matter to you. 

But still.

“So. . . What’s going on?” You prompted.

He glanced down momentarily, then connected eyes with you. “We’re forming a band,” he started. 

You let every piece connect in your head, but one thing didn’t line up.

“Well, it makes sense with Jake’s guitars. Always going out the door with him after work, but I—you. . .,” You shook your head to yourself. “You don’t play an instrument, do you?” 

He gave a cheesy grin. “I play the vocals,” he lightly tapped an open palm to both sides of his throat to emphasize it. 

Your eyes widened more than they had before. “You sing?!” 

“Yeah. I actually have since high school,” he looked off into space, squinting. “I’ve recently found that it’s matured a lot since then, though.”

“Wow. Honestly, I’m a little shocked. I mean, I knew you loved music, but a singer?” You were still trying to grasp that, apparently, your best friend had this hidden talent. “Now I need to hear it,” you leveled him with a stare, straight into his eyes. A grin grew on your lips. “Sing for me.”

He shook his head, “Oh, no. . .,” He breathed out, brushing a hand through his hair. “You’ll just have to come to a gig.”

“A gig?” 

He chuckled at that. “Yeah, you know, places bands go to perform for others? Show what they’ve got to make it to the top,” he rubbed his chin. It had always been funny to you how often Josh seemed to magically transform into a man 50 years his senior. “We sent in a few clips of us performing to this place here in Brooklyn, and they booked us practically on the spot.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know what a gig is, Joshua. But I’m just — already? You’ve only been practicing for a couple of weeks.”

“This has been coming for years, y/n,” he said. “We used to spend every weeknight for years just playing and practicing and fighting over all of it in-between to make sure it was perfect,” he outwardly cringed at that. “We truly would practice all the time. It was our way of life for a long, long time,” he explained some more. “And on the weekends, we’d take a break from practicing and play for birthday parties or at little bars on the outskirts of our hometown.” 

“How did you get a gig here?” You genuinely wanted to know how they got hooked up in this giant-ass city. “People in New York surely aren’t as accepting of a little band from a small town as people had been in Frankenmuth. You were already from there, so of course it was probably easy to get places to perform. But New York? I mean. . .,” you blew out a big breath. 

“Danny’s dad knows a guy who knows a guy who's a partial owner of a few bars in Brooklyn,” you couldn’t help but tell that he looked disheartened. “I mean, the music we make isn’t half bad, y/n. I’m sure somewhere would have taken a chance on a few decent musicians. We’re not amazing, but we aren’t shit by any means. It wouldn’t have been impossible.”

Even though you really hadn’t meant to offend, he looked obviously hurt.

You realized just how rude you’d probably sounded. On occasion, you would talk before you really thought something through. It wasn’t your shining trait. 

You slapped your forehead, “God, Josh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like an asshole. I could’ve worded it much better,” you continued. “I am honestly so excited for you. It’s really fuckin’ cool,” you looked around you, feeling anxiety continue to blossom. You wanted to get past sounding like a jerk. “Sooo, you already have a gig lined up or you’re waiting to hear back about one?”

“Have one lined up. Next weekend,” he explained, his voice still slightly tight. “It’s at a place called Baby’s All Right. It’s on Broadway. The Broadway that’s here in Brooklyn.”

“That’s amazing,” you wanted him to realize just how happy you truly were for him and his brothers. “When is it? I’ll totally be there,” you wanted him to look at you. But, he was peering down at his sandaled feet, seeming too concentrated to only be looking at a pair of sandals. “I’ll probably see if Elsie can drop by for a night, too. She’ll probably be able to come since it’s on a weekend.” 

He lightened at that. He shook his shoulders a bit, showing you that he was releasing some tension. Josh wasn’t one to hold a grudge or stay upset for any reason for too long. Though, he was one to get hurt pretty easily. He wore his heart on his sleeve.

“Oh, that would be cool,” he said in response to your idea, finally locking eyes with you. He was trying to play it off–the idea of Elsie being there. But you knew he’d probably die if she were there. “It’s actually happening next Saturday, if you wanna tell her.”

“Perfect. I’ll talk to her about it ASAP,” you glanced at the clock. Seeing what time it was, you went about gathering your stuff to leave and shut the store down. 

“What if you get, like, super famous?” A smile stretched across your face at the thought. You silently released some of your own tension as you moved about. You wanted to live in this moment with your best friend, share in the joy of possibility. 

“I don’t know about that,” Josh shook his head, clicking lights off. “That would be great, but we really are just starting out. Who even knows how long a journey like that could begin to take.”

You hummed. “Well, that’s the fun in it, Josh,” you reached a hand out and squeezed his shoulder, meeting up with him. “You have all the time in the world to see where this journey might take you. You have no idea what could be coming.”

“Life is all about the journey,” he agreed. “I’m just glad Jake came back to us so we could take this chance–explore this venture together. Wouldn’t have done it without my twin brother.”

“So it really was his whole idea to begin with?”

Josh’s eyebrows knitted and he nodded. “Oh, yes,” he enthused. “He started playing guitar so young that, to him, making music seemed like the only option for a career in life. He’s always wanted his whole life to be one dedicated to music. Y’know, loving it enough to make more for the world–share it with others. . .his mind is a very intricate place.” 

His voice softened as he continued to speak of his other half, pocketing his phone and heading for the door. You followed close behind. “Jake is the kind of person who thinks primarily about big things. His passionate nature for all of it– it’s what drives us. We wouldn’t have ever started or become even halfway good without him. He had the vision,” he snickered. “But, he and I argued and fought many-a-time over whose vision was better,” he chortled at that. “Danny and Sam would try to get us to stop. Those situations usually ended with me storming out, and Jake having to sing in my place. I’ve always had a flair for the dramatics.”

You smirked at the last line. “Of course you have. I don’t doubt it for a second.” You thought of the other thing he said. “Jake can sing?”

“He’s a Jack of all trades.”

-🌼🌼🌼-

The weather that night was warm and muggy. You could even feel your hair beginning to frizz due to the few minute walk to your vehicle. 

You unlocked your car, which was parked right next to Josh’s beat-up clunker. Then, you remembered you hadn’t asked an important detail. 

“Oh, what’s the time of the show?” You reached in your purse to get your phone out, ready to make an event in your calendar. It’s not like you’d forget. This had all been huge news to you. It just seemed exciting to schedule this. You really couldn’t wait to hear their music and see your friends (and Jake) perform. You really had very little idea what to expect.

“7:00. And you’ll come?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you walked over to him and wrapped him up in a hug. He squeezed you right back, which made you release one more breath you’d been holding in. You adored your best friend and his passionate nature. It was one thing that made him shine—made him Josh. 

And you never wanted to be one to dim that.

-🌼🌼🌼-

On the drive home, you contemplated everything Josh had told you.

The guys were in a band. A band apparently good enough to play at a fairly popular bar on a Saturday night. That was a pretty big deal.

Something was burning in the back of your mind though. 

Why had you reacted normally to finding out Josh could sing, but gotten so angry when you found out about Jake playing the guitar? You’d known Josh for longer, you should’ve been more upset that he was just now telling you of his secret. 

Jake and talents, they didn’t matter. 

The only thing he was to you was your roommate. A guy you didn’t really know at all. You shouldn’t give a shit about what he does. Josh was your best friend. He obviously mattered so much more to you. 

You scrunched your eyebrows together at all of it. You rubbed a couple fingers between them at a red light you came to, trying to ease the stress of your thought process. When the light turned green, your mind was still running.

Really, why didn’t your irritation rise when you found out Josh’d been hiding his gift? What Jake does or doesn’t do shouldn’t matter to you in the slightest.

As you pulled into the apartment complex, you went ahead and convinced yourself that it had been the alcohol’s fault. It had obviously heightened your emotions on game night. So when you’d found out about Jake hiding something, you’d flared up. That made sense. Only logical explanation.

Tensions had already been high that evening, so surely that’s the only reason it had bothered you so badly. Right?

-🌼🌼🌼-

When you walked through the door to your home that night, the first thing you heard was the shower running. 

You tried to make yourself believe that you were totally put out that Jake was home and not gone. But it actually felt a little nice to not have him gone.

Though, you didn’t want to chance running into a wet Jake. You were still trying to get over the feeling of his wet hair that had laid against your bare skin in your dream. 

Stevie purred as you quickly set food in her dish. Before you went to change out of your work clothes, you decided to prepare things to make pasta for yourself. You got the elbow noodles out, as well as the ingredients to make some sauce to go on top, and set water in a pot to begin boiling on the stove. 

You were busting your ass to get dinner started and wait in your room for Jake to be done and go to his room. Because, really, bumping into wet Jake was the last thing you needed. 

You speed-walked to the washer in the laundry room and stripped your clothing at a lightning-fast pace. You placed your clothes in the machine and rummaged through your hamper to see what else needed thrown in. 

The shower continued to go as you piled your laundry in, the quickest you ever had.

You blanched for a second at being naked right outside the bathroom door Jake was behind. But you were still trying to get used to the pattern of sharing laundry days with him. 

Due to sharing days, you were so backed up on laundry. You wanted to try to get ahead while you had the chance – even if it meant being almost-totally-naked right outside the door of the bathroom. 

Before, you and Elsie had always combined laundry since you shared clothes with each other anyway. So this was totally new to you.

Once the washer had started, you walked swiftly to your bedroom. As you went about looking for comfy clothes in your dresser, you came up empty on finding anything. For a few seconds, your brain pondered where in the hell all of your clothes were. Inventory week was the longest, and your brain was wiped. 

Once you realized where all your clothes had gone, you moaned to yourself and slapped a hand to your forehead for the second time that day. They were still in the dryer from this morning’s laundry load. Instantly, you were completely and utterly aggravated that you were so behind on laundry. Inventory had been a factor in you being behind on laundry that week. It’d been keeping you particularly busy for the past week. 

But, of course, having to share the washing machine and dryer with fucking Jake… He was the main reason you were so behind. It was his fault. 

When you heard the shower click off, your blood rushed to your ears. You panicked. Fuck. Literally all of your good comfy pants and shorts were awaiting you in the dryer. 

You tried to strategize your next course of action. You didn’t have much time, so you could only think of one solution on the spot. You decided you could make it to the dryer before he got out– if you booked it. 

You rushed out of your bedroom, almost tripping over your cat. Thankfully, he still wasn’t out when you got to the closet that held the washer and dryer at the end of the hallway. You silently thanked God. The giant load of lights made it extremely hard to locate a specific T-shirt and the gray sweat-shorts you were on a mission to find.

Then, all of your worst fears came to life. 

You were still crouched over, thong-clad ass up in the air, when you heard the bathroom door creak open. The steam from the heated bathroom washed over your bare ass. 

You couldn’t move. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin. You didn’t try to move or hide, even when you heard Jake’s frustratingly sexy, raspy voice.

“Ho-ly fuck.”

Without any control over your body, you felt your panties get a little wet at the sound of his voice and his words. It was a lot to hear with you in this position. 

He could see quite literally every piece of your ass, you knew it. Your skin heated in a way you couldn’t deny. 

Were you that sexually depraved? Had it been so long since you’d had sex that you got wet at the sound of his voice? Was that the reason your dreams had only been haunted by his tanned and toned body as of late? 

You finally grabbed a random shirt and the stupid gray shorts that you were so stubbornly stuck on finding (for no reason at all, really). And then, you quietly shut the door to the dryer. . . as if that would help the situation at all. 

You cursed yourself for thinking of this ludicrous idea. Why couldn’t you have just waited his shower out? Why did you have to make it a mission to race time? You’d definitely had better ideas. 

You slipped the T-shirt on to hide your chest that had only been covered by a pink bra covered in tiny strawberries. But you weren’t about to embarrass yourself by doing an awkward little dance to put your shorts on. You know, the same dance every girl seemed to do when putting a pair of bottoms on. He didn’t need one more thing to mock you for. 

Especially in this predicament. 

You held the shorts tightly to your stomach, and for some reason, before you turned on your heel, you didn’t ask him to look away. 

No, instead, when you turned around and saw that he was biting his fucking lip while simultaneously settling his eyes on your thighs. . . . . 

You sort of reveled in it. 

He was staring at you so intently, you decided you’d do it right back. 

And if you were being honest with yourself, you would gladly take any opportunity to look at Jake. 

A few tendrils of his brown hair came to rest just at the tops of his collarbones, sopping wet and dripping water down the chest that always looked so smooth. His skin continued to tan from the summer sun, making it a warm caramel. Continuing to admire him, you trailed your eyes down. You noticed how the muscles at his hips accentuated his form just right. 

Your eyes fell slightly lower, and the material of the white towel was thin enough, you could have sworn you saw a slight twitch underneath it, between his legs. 

It made you flick your eyes back up to his face. 

You watched as he went from letting his eyes unabashedly explore your figure, to then letting his gaze lock with your own. 

Fuck, if he wasn’t beautiful as hell. 

Your mouth went dry at the way his eyes bore into your own. You might as well have been bare ass naked – you felt completely taken under his darkened gaze. Your skin grew goosebumps again, except this time it wasn’t for a change in temperature. It was for a completely new reason. You sucked in a breath. He watched closely as your chest rose with the breath. 

You couldn’t take the heat that overtook your body. You were starting to feel nauseous at how hot your body was getting. And your underwear was getting uncomfortable. You felt more of your damp arousal gathering, hopefully still hidden by the material. . .  for now. You needed to stop this before it was any more obvious what was happening to you, though. The light gray material would surely start showing how you felt if you didn’t shut this down. You held the shorts over your crotch.

You looked down at your feet, as not to get distracted by him. “Turn around, Jacob.” You tried to keep your tone sharp, but you couldn’t help it when it wavered just a little bit.

“Yes ma’am.”

The way he said those words made your head spin. 

You glanced up and saw that he’d swiveled around, the velvety skin of his back was the first thing your eyes went to.

Surprisingly, he didn’t stay there and taunt you like you expected. As soon as he’d turned, he continued on to his bedroom, letting his hands move languidly next to his hips, just walking away like nothing had happened at all. 

You couldn’t help but watch the way he walked to his bedroom. It sat all the way at the end of the hall, giving your eyes ample time to sweep over the details of the backside of him. You could see the curve of his muscle underneath the tanned skin of his back. The waves of his hair stuck to the top of his shoulder blades, water droplets still dripping, wetting his skin.

You let your eyes avert downward, to the white towel that was hiding the ass that you just now realized was perfectly round. 

It was truly too much. Everything about the man was irresistible.

Why did he have to walk so damn slowly?! 

He finally got to his bedroom and shut the door softly behind him. The sound of the door should have shaken you from your reverie, but you kept staring at it for a bit. There was a part of you that was waiting on him to come back for more. 

Suddenly, you startled at the sound of water sizzling as it hit the burner, boiling over. 

You let the thoughts of him fall out of your head. You put the shorts on and almost tripped on a leg-hole as you did the little dance you knew you’d have to do to get your shorts over the curve of your ass. 

Stupid Jake Kiszka. Stupid gray shorts. Stupid plan. Stupid laundry. 

-🌼🌼🌼-

Later, you were sitting on your couch watching New Girl when you started wondering about your roommate. He hadn’t made a move to come out of his room since your run-in in the hallway, and now you were on edge. 

It had been a while. Long enough for you to finish dinner and watch a full episode of the show.

Your mind ran rampant. Had he gone to bed? Was he avoiding you? Had he actually been repulsed by your appearance after seeing you almost naked? He had followed your instructions to turn around rather quickly. Too quickly? Had you read the situation completely wrong? 

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t embarrass you to think of how you may have misinterpreted things with him in the hallway. 

You were irritated because you’d mentally established at the beginning that it was incredibly rude of him to avoid you in your own home.

But why did any of it matter at all? Ugh. 

You should’ve been happy that he was deciding to keep to himself. Him not being present was actually offering you some time to try and forget the hallway situation. You sighed to yourself as you focused hard on watching Schmidt say something to earn him a trip to the Douchebag Jar. You didn’t want to focus on Jake-related things.

Though, it seemed as soon as you’d decided that, Jake actually meandered in. 

You didn’t watch him for long. You just kept doing what you were doing. He would go away eventually and you would be alone again. 

That was what you wanted, right?

But then, he sat down on the other end of the couch. Butterflies filled your stomach at the proximity. 

You set your pasta bowl in your lap and peered up at him.

“Nice of you to join the class.”

His mouth turned up in a little grin at that. “You sure do miss me when I’m away, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want to admit to the possibility that you might actually miss his presence a little from time to time. Why, though? He didn’t mean anything to you. You’d barely interacted with each other. And any time you did, he always got under your skin. 

He hummed to himself, and you couldn’t help it when you watched him spread his legs a little. He sat one hand on his plaid-pajama-panted thigh, and observed the screen for a couple of beats. Then he said, “You like New Girl?”

It stunned you just the slightest bit that he was making small talk with you, but you rolled with it, peeking over to him. “It’s my go-to.”

“It’s a favorite of mine as well.”

Shockingly, he stayed in his spot for an entire episode.

And when you got up to go put your bowl in the sink, you noticed that his eyes followed you to the kitchen. When he grasped that you’d seen him looking, he quickly turned his stare back to the television.

“Hey, are you hungry?” You asked him, once you’d put your dish away. 

You were completely unaware of why you were asking. Why were you trying to possibly get him to spend more time with you? This entire night had been weird. You weren’t sure how to handle it.

“I actually already ate out with a client before I got home,” he said it loud enough that you could hear his response from the kitchen.

Your stomach fell a little at that. “Oh, alright,” you called back. As you put your food away, you caught yourself wondering if the dinner with a client had been more like a date than something professional. You didn’t know why your mind went there.

For two more episodes, you sat at your end and he sat at his. You’d noticed that you seemed to laugh at the same exact moments as each other. And his laugh. . . it was something so enticing to your ears. You couldn’t explain it. You felt your stomach flip just the slightest bit anytime you heard the sound.

It did something good for you to know you had a similar-enough sense of humor to laugh at the same time. Maybe Josh had been right when he’d told Jake that first night that you two were alike. 

You shared an appreciation for similar types of music; you both enjoyed the act of bonding over music; you were both slightly stubborn (him more so, of course); and you both shared an appreciation for New Girl’s comedic relief. And that stood out because you had learned over time that the TV show wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But it was definitely Jake’s. 

Strange.

You lost yourself in thought for a bit, but couldn’t help it when Winston said something that was funny enough to pull you back in. You gave a little giggle at the scene.

And, of course, as you laughed, Jake had done just the same.

-🌼🌼🌼-

It felt slightly awkward going to bed. Standing in a hallway that seemed to be wrought with tension after the night’s stand-off and last week’s whatever-that-had-been just outside your bedroom door. 

You stopped at your door, and when he saw you do it, he stopped caddy-corner from you at his own door. You cleared your throat.

“So, Josh told me about the gig next weekend,” you paused. It hung there in the air. You didn’t know what else to say, other than that. 

But he seemed to appreciate the start in conversation because he hummed and gave a friendly smile that brightened his whole face. His eyes twinkled at you when he said, “It’s exciting. I’m excited.”

You gave him your own little grin. And, his eyes had seemed to light up a bit more when you smiled back, but you didn’t give it a thought. It was late. He was probably tired. It was very possible you had imagined the change in his expression because you were so tired.

“I’m excited for you, too.”

-🌼🌼🌼-

A couple days later that same week, in passing, he mentioned your cat. He was leaving the apartment to do (what you now knew to be) band-related things. 

“Stevie.”

“Why do you want my kitty cat?” You wondered. He smirked at the question, surely thinking something suggestive and you just said, “Shut the hell up. You know what I meant.”

“I don’t need her,” he kept smiling, probably still thinking of the little joke in his head. He clutched the door handle to leave, looking down. You couldn’t handle how cute he looked, his sunglasses covering his eyes. “Just—is she named after Ray Vaughan?”

“No. Stevie Wonder,” you corrected. “Why?” 

“Oh my fucking God—.”

“He’s one of my biggest inspirations. I had to—.”

“Would’ve been better,” he interrupted, flashing his eyes at you. “If you would have named her after Stevie Ray Vaughan.”

“I don’t love him like I love Stevie Wonder,” you defended. 

“Your fuckin’ loss.”

He opened the door, about to walk out. You weren’t done, though.

“Not your place. Not your cat,” you glared at him, your irritation simmering right below the surface. “Keep your ridiculous opinions to yourself.”

He stopped at that. “Now I’m not allowed to share my opinions?” He raised a brow. “You just love to be a tyrant. Let’s make a new rule,” he put a hand in the air like he was displaying his next words, the other one still holding tight to a guitar case. “‘You can’t have an opinion unless you’re y/n.’”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” You guffawed. You watched his fingers flex around the handle of his case. You moved to stand close enough to point a finger into his chest. “And, excuse me, sir, but you’re the ‘tyrant’ that leaves the dumbass, asshole sticky notes!” 

“Wait,” he put one arm out, holding the door ajar, angling his head to eye you over the top of his glasses. “Are you calling me a dumbass, asshole, and sir?”

You flushed at the insinuation you knew he was implying by highlighting the term ‘sir.’ You probably should’ve thought it through before calling him that. “No, just an asshole.”

“You said dumbass, too,” he pushed his glasses down his nose, just enough to get a good look over them at you. His eyes sparkled mischievously at you. “And I definitely remember you saying sir.”

His burgundy T-shirt had risen up when he’d put his hand on the door, showing a portion of his toned, tan stomach. You had to glimpse it, but you didn’t keep your eyes there for long. You got back to the topic at hand.

“You know what I meant. Quit it,” you leered at him, trying to ignore the way he was looking at you. “And quit leaving the damn sticky notes. I’m tired of it.”

-🌼🌼🌼-

Another evening, you and Jake were both at home, and out of nowhere, he’d come out of his bedroom, and plopped onto the couch.

You’d already been there, reading a book, snuggled in a blanket with Stevie on your lap. “No practice?” you’d inquired, just barely looking up from the steamy page you were on in your romance novel.

He’d responded. “Hm mm,” and then asked, “Pizza?” 

And what should have been a calm conversation about ordering pizza actually ended in a full-blown argument about whether or not pineapple should go on pizza. 

Where the banter was usually a playful one between (normal) people, it ended with you seething on the couch over Jake’s stubbornness while he slammed the door to go grab the pizza.

-🌼🌼🌼-

When Jake came back, he begrudgingly asked you how many pieces you wanted.

You sassed your response back, and then he’d come into the living room carrying the pieces for you on a plate.

He’d sat down to eat with you, and you’d watched New Girl together.

It was odd how it felt so natural. 

-🌼🌼🌼-

Wednesday night, you watched New Girl together for like the fifth time. Jake had only sat at the far end of the couch that first night with the hallway incident. Every time since, he’d kept edging closer. Him moving down the couch had been gradual, but the closer he got, the butterflies would uncontrollably buzz in your tummy. 

On Wednesday, he’d been the closest so far, sitting on the middle cushion. He was right next to you.

He was so close to you that if you leaned just a bit to the right, you could touch his shoulder with your own. He kept his hands to himself, though, crossing his legs at the knee and his arms at his chest. You could smell the wonderful scent of his sandalwood-scented cologne. It made your head dizzy in the best way. As of late, you’d learned that Jake smelled absolutely amazing. 

As Schmidt irrationally yelled at his roommates for getting on his last nerve, you heard Jake snicker at him, and then clear his throat. You looked over at him and instinctively turned down the TV a couple notches. 

He’d done it a few times while watching the show. You found that every time he cleared his throat, he was about to make a comment about an episode to (seemingly) try a bit of small talk. You were not used to the small talk. It made you feel all jittery when it happened.

You were expecting a comment about Schmidt when he surprised you by sucking in a breath through his teeth and saying, “Only a few days. I can’t believe it, honestly,” he started. “I don’t know if Josh told you, but the guy who owns the place we’re performing at this weekend owns a few more popular bars. And  he told us if he thinks we’re good, he’ll set us up with another place of his for next weekend,” you saw him shake his head and scratch lightly at his forehead with his thumb. 

It was a little strange to you that he was talking to you about his own show, rather than the television show, but you were glad about it. He might’ve had moments of being nothing more than an irritant in your life, but you really did enjoy talking to him. It made you get this rush that started from your ears, and moved all the way down to your belly button. And the gig, in particular, was something he was obviously anxious to talk to someone about. And he’d chosen to talk about it with you. He wanted you to know about this thing that was big for him.

You scooted into the corner of the couch, just enough to turn to look at him. You tucked your feet up under you. “That would be incredible, Jake,” you gushed, your spirits obviously high for him. 

You couldn’t help but notice how his cheeks blushed. He gave you a small nod and grin that noticeably stretched his cheeks, “This is such an exciting time for me,” he looked back at the TV. “I’ve waited my whole life for this.” 

His arms were still crossed like he was concealing so much more of himself. It was funny because he’d just let you in on something so personal. It was ironic. Though, you knew he did have so much more that was hiding, just beneath the surface.

“So much more is to come,” you encouraged. “I’m sure of it. I told Josh that, too.”

He glanced at you and nodded again. “I hope so. I’d be on cloud nine.” He tuned in and looked at the television and let out a particularly throaty laugh at something funny Jess’d said. Your stomach flip-flopped. 

You turned back to the TV, assuming your conversation was over with. But he surprised you again. 

“You coming this weekend?” He inquired, sounding more enthused than you’d anticipate. He cleared his throat. His next words were a little more nonchalant, like he didn’t want to let anything on. “You know, for Josh and the other guys?”

You felt a weight in your chest at the idea that he might think you weren’t going for him. Because as much as you wanted to deny it, seeing Jake perform was one of the things you were most looking forward to. 

Everything about him had been so mysterious up until that point, and seeing him do what he loved most would be a peek inside of the man you lived with.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you peeked over, seeing that he had been waiting for your response. 

He stuck his bottom lip out, shaking his head in approval. “Cool.”

Essentially, it ended at that. But it was special to you that he’d thought to share even a small piece of his heart with you. It was more than he’d ever let you in on before.

You realized that the more you hung out with him, the more you were starting to let the animosity you felt for him fade.

-🌼🌼🌼-

It was a record player night of yours on Thursday of that week. You were playing The Beatles’ White Album limited edition re-release you’d gotten in that week at the Black and Gold. You had indulged yourself in getting it, The Beatles being your favorite band of all time. 

You were taking the time to clean up around the house when Jake had come through the living room, grabbing a notepad off the counter. He’d actually stopped on the way back to his room. You frowned, trying to decipher what he was doing. He was scribbling something into his notebook, stopping to think here and there.

You gave him a questioning look. “Lyrics?” 

He brought his Amber-brown eyes up to yours, coming out of his sort of daze. “Oh, uh, no,” he replied, tucking the small pad into the pocket of his jeans. “Setlist for Saturday. Josh asked me to work on it.”

You hummed and went about dusting the living room, as you had been doing previously. 

He kept walking to his room, but stopped once more to comment on how he liked The Beatles. 

“Especially Abbey Road. But this album’s fantastic, too,” your ears tuned in to the possible bonding moment. You were about to add in your own little thing about Lennon and McCartney, when he ruined it. “The Stones are still better, though. Far superior.” 

You felt heat prickle behind your ears and your head get fuzzy, the way your body would react every time you’d get defensive of something you love. The Beatles were your greatest musical love, besides Stevie Wonder. And he’d essentially also criticized your love of Stevie Wonder earlier that week, so you were done with his bullshit. 

“Shut the fuck up, Jacob,” you turned your back to him, going about your cleaning. 

“Oh, yeah, I forgot. I’m not allowed to speak my mind.”

You faced him sharply at that, and he raised a brow at your reaction, a smirk making the dimple in his cheek appear. He was testing you. 

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you retorted.

“Oh, I think that’s exactly what you meant,” he started walking towards you, and you stood your ground, waiting for what he’d do next. “You don’t like to hear what anyone else might have to say,” he stopped, a couple feet away from you, sitting on the arm of the couch. “You just like to hear the sound of your own voice.”

You sneered at him. Your heart was beating so quickly. “Get off the arm of the couch.”

He made no move to leave his spot. He crossed his arms and squinted at you. Then, he challenged with an, “Or what?”

You walked up to him. You were so close to him, his proximity was making you feel anxious. You were impressed by the sternness you heard in your own voice. “Just. Move.”

He set his head back, and raised both of his thick brows at you. The smirk still hadn’t left his face. You didn’t want to acknowledge the desire to both simultaneously slap and kiss the look off of his handsome face. 

He scoffed and moved off the arm. You thought you were about to be rid of him when he went ahead and sat on the cushion at the end closest to the arm he’d been sitting on. 

“What are you doing?” Why was he so intent on playing with you? 

“I’m sitting here while I wait for you to finish,” he waved a hand around, showing that he’d noticed what you’d been doing before. “Then we can watch our show.”

Our show. Your head buzzed at him calling it that while your stomach somersaulted. 

“I don’t—,” you reached a hand up to your forehead and rubbed the crinkle out from between your brows. “Don’t you have a setlist to finish?”

He lifted his ass a bit, and you watched the way the dark denim of his jeans stretched just right across his hips at the action. He reached into his back pocket, flipping the small notebook to the page he’d been on. He clicked his pen open. “I can do it while I wait.”

You glared at him, your heart still beating fiercely in your chest. 

Try as you might, even with as livid as he was making you feel in the moment, you really did enjoy the nights of watching the show together. You (very) secretly liked the way he was wanting to spend that time with you.  

You blew a frustrated breath out of your nose and growled when you turned around to finish cleaning. 

Damn him.

-🌼🌼🌼-

You shook awake at the feeling of Stevie pawing at your blanket. It was dark all around you, but the television was awake in front of you, the bright light glaring in the blackness of the room as Schmidt went on about CeCe being a model. 

Still halfway asleep, you reached down to bring the blanket that was around you closer to your chin. 

One of your brows wrinkled at the feeling of the blanket. You hadn’t put a blanket on. You softly reached a hand to feel at the material. It was the one you always kept on the back of the couch. 

Then, you finally came to the realization that there was a warm body underneath your sleep-laden body. In fact, your head was currently nestled against the softness of a cotton t-shirt.

You blinked your eyes open huge, but didn’t move right at first. You smelled the cologne on Jake’s shirt, and felt the rising and falling of his stomach. Dammit, he was so warm, and the position felt so. . .right?

Though, you couldn’t let yourself get trapped in that moment. Especially when you felt a hand come to rest on your waist. It felt too natural for it to be okay. 

Initially, you were going to try to be as sly as possible, as not to wake him. But it seemed your plan didn’t matter when you felt him slide the hand he’d put on you over the contours of your side.

He was awake. 

You noticed how he kept his hand resting at the spot on your waist even after he’d rubbed it over you. He smoothed his thumb (calloused, as you knew it would be) ever-so-gently over the exposed skin of your waist. Your heart thrummed.

“You awake?” He asked, his own voice raspy from sleep. Your skin prickled at the timbre of his tone. 

The darkness of the room hid your blush, but you worried that the contrasting brightness from the television would reveal it too soon. 

You shot up, trying not to care when his hand fell from your waist. You pushed the blanket off of you, and Stevie hopped off the couch in a frenzy. You knew she was about to get the zoomies from how fast you’d moved from your position. 

Standing up was slightly hard to do on legs that were still heavy from just having been in a deep sleep. But you gained your footing enough to turn and start folding the blanket where it went on the couch. You caught a glimpse of Jake rising from his spot on the couch, following your actions. He straightened some of the pillows that always nestled in the center of the couch.

After he did so, you noticed he was still standing next to the edge of the sofa. You went about turning the TV off and checking the door that you already knew was locked. 

You were trying to do anything to avoid contact with him. The wax burner that lit up on the kitchen bar was the only thing helping you know where you were, as to not accidentally bump into him. 

You were so much more nervous around him, feeling dumb for being in that situation. There really was no reason to be embarrassed as he had been right there in that moment with you, too. 

But how you’d situated yourself to sleep on him. . .you didn’t know how that had happened specifically. That was what made your skin prickle with worry for exposing any secret part of yourself. 

All you knew was it couldn’t happen again. 

There were certain things you absolutely couldn’t do with Jake. You didn’t want to cross the imaginary line you’d created. He needed to be focused on himself, and you needed to focus on yourself. 

Remaining only roommates seemed the only option in your head. It was safe. It was necessary for you both. 

“Y/n,” you felt Jake come up to your side and touch a hand to your arm. You stepped away as if you’d been burned, putting a few healthy feet between the two of you. “You okay?”

You shoved past him, heading to the kitchen counter to mindlessly straighten the key bowl for no reason. Afterwards, you went to grab a water bottle from the fridge, then continued to your room. Creating plenty of space between you was all you could think to do. 

Once you got to your door, you didn’t even turn to see him before you said, “Goodnight, Jake.” 

-🌼🌼🌼-

And, as fate would have it, the next morning, you woke up with your skin sticky with sweat. Jake had made yet another appearance in your subconscious. 

You sighed to yourself, getting the vibrator you’d ordered a week ago, out of your bedside drawer. 

You had barely admitted to yourself that you’d purchased it. You’d never in your life felt the need to use one. Your hand had always worked. 

But not with your Jake fantasies. No, you had to be relieved from this man in a much more vigorous way than just using a hand.

The way he interacted with your body in your dreams—it practically demanded the intensity of a toy. Your hand simply couldn’t do the trick. 

It should have irritated you that the nightly fantasies had become so frequent. But you found yourself more disappointed to wake up without having one, if you were being honest. 

You added some lube from your drawer’s stash to the end of it, placed it comfortably between your legs and flicked on the little buzzing device to a low speed.

You gradually let it run through your folds, just getting the feel to begin. But your clit hadn’t stopped throbbing from how Jake had been acting in your dream. 

In your sleep, he’d appeared above you, with his cock already pumping into you. The version of you in your dream had welcomed the sensation, it had felt familiar to you in that reality. Though, it had been the first time you’d ever felt dream-Jake have sex with you. So it was strange that it felt like a normal occurrence. . .but you didn’t even give that part a second thought. 

All you knew was it’d felt just about as good as dream sex could. You knew there was something missing that you could only get in real life, though. But, you had still reveled in how natural it felt for him to slide in and out, in and out. 

So now, in the present day, you realized just how ready you were for your release, as your dream-self hadn’t been able to reach that point of completion. You’d just been taking what he would give you, enjoying every minute and movement. 

There was even a sort of pattern he’d kept for the duration of the dream that’d felt delicious. He had kept edging and teasing you (and himself, honestly) to the point of near insanity. He’d pump his cock into you, and then slowly drag it back out. He’d even nudged at your aching bud with the head of it a few times, for good measure. 

Neither of you had finished. You now cursed at that version of him for being so desperate to edge you on. But man, had it ignited a fire in you. 

Your hips lifted off the bed as the buzzing hummed from its place, all the way up to your most aching area. You jostled a little at the feeling of it affecting you from its position, still far enough away that it shouldn’t have had an impact on your clit whatsoever. 

You couldn’t handle any more of the teasing, so you dragged it up until it sat at the side of your hardened nub. You closed your eyes at the sensation it brought, your whole body flaring with the itch that was about to be satisfied. You could feel it everywhere. You felt your clit flutter relentlessly, and you couldn’t help it when you whined, “Jake.” 

You instantly pulled the device away, pressing the button to turn it off.  

You caught your bearings the best you could, and internally scolded yourself. You had been trying so hard not to say his name after the first time. You still didn’t know if he’d heard you, but you’d assumed he totally had. The walls didn’t hold enough weight to keep your secrets. And he’d been way too cryptic when he’d left that day.

Your body continued to pulse below, reminding you that you hadn’t let yourself reach that point. You put the small machine back where it had been, and bit your lip as it buzzed back to life. You wanted to finish, but you couldn’t make a sound. 

You even took a chance and set the frequency a touch higher. 

Your eyes rolled back. You rubbed the head of it back through the wetness that had gathered at your folds. And then brought it back to the bud that cried for its attention. 

You pressed the machine right at the underside of your most delicate part, and flicked the setting up one more time. 

And within seconds, your hips shot off the bed, your toes dug into the covers, curling so tight as every nerve-ending came to life. 

Your eyes rolled all the way back in your head and you couldn’t help it when you shut your eyes to envision him. 

You had to see him, and if you let your lids close, you could see him above you, so sweaty. In your mind, his stomach was touching yours, the stickiness of sweat from his exertion making you feel one with him as your belly was just as damp. 

He looked down at you, his eyes holding an emotion you hadn’t seen from him yet in ‘real life.’ You could have cried at the relief the gaze of his brown eyes brought you. 

You felt your body starting to become overstimulated, and your heart was beating so fast. You had to open your eyes. 

You brought the vibrator away from yourself and pressed the button to turn it off, tucking it securely in the bedside drawer. 

The itch could be satisfied by a vibrator, yes, but you couldn’t help it when you imagined just how exhilarating it would feel if the dreams ever became reality. 

But you wouldn’t let yourself think that way for too long. 

-🌼🌼🌼-

Once you finished putting some new underwear on, and a pair of sweats with your big T-shirt, you ventured out into the hallway.  

You went to go brush your teeth and get ready for a morning run, hoping a sense of your old life would bring some normalcy to the rest of your day. 

Though, as soon as you exited your room, you stopped before you turned for the bathroom to see Jake in the kitchen. He wasn’t doing anything special. Just cooking some eggs—hopefully his, you thought snidely. 

You needed to avoid him after your little venture with dream-him in your bed. You told yourself that was mostly why you were hiding as you looked on from the passageway to the kitchen from the hallway. 

You didn’t know why you stood there and stared aside from the fact that Jake was incredibly easy to look at—easy to observe. You admittedly could take a few moments to look over the man who’d been your New Girl-watching partner for the past week. 

He was now preparing a cup of coffee. His chestnut waves caught gleams of light from the early morning sun, showing you some hidden colors in his hair. His light caramel-colored skin shone in the sun streams. 

You hid yourself a little more in the shadows when he turned just slightly. And when you could see his eyes, you noticed they became a sparkling, golden brown when he looked out the window to survey the city. 

Your angle was now perfect to see everything. You even saw beneath the open lapels of the purple button-down he was wearing, you could see his chest, rising and falling. You didn’t know how Jake’s pecs were so perfectly toned, but you’d taken note that there was almost always a necklace or two laying between them just right. 

And, then there were the black jeans he was wearing. And hot damn, if his round ass didn’t sit so well in the back of them. 

As Jake turned to get in the fridge, you made a silent escape to brush your teeth and officially start your day. You’d put that moment of surveying in the back of your mind where it belonged.

-🌼🌼🌼-

The bell rang on the door as you continued stocking the new shipment of vinyls for the B&G. You’d just passed the J’s, stocking a Janis Joplin record when you heard the slightest shuffle behind you. 

You turned around to see if it was a customer that needed help, only to find a man looking through the sale bins. You suddenly noticed that you’d definitely need to make a new “Last Chance!” sign to hang from the wooden crates. The old one was looking particularly grimy.

You mentally added that to a list in your brain.

You turned back to the shipment. You moved onto the K’s. As you moved, you checked out the Featured wall. You really did love the Featured Vinyl wall. 

And, as you looked over it, you saw the re-release Wheels of Fire vinyl you’d gotten in that day. Josh had taken it upon himself to use the ladder to hang all of the featured vinyl earlier in the day. You always enjoyed seeing what he chose to feature. It was his thing.   He’d left shortly after setting it up for some midday errands to prepare for the weekend’s impending event. 

Your eyes stayed on the record, and you hated that you thought of Jake the second you saw Josh hang it earlier. And you continued to be irritated by who it made you think of most. You did not need to be thinking about him so much. 

You shook your head as if to rid yourself of the thoughts that were seeming to overtake you more often than not these days. You just wanted peace. And you’d essentially had none since the day Jake had moved in. 

“Excuse me.” 

You felt a slight shift against your hip and moved over to the side, not even looking over to the person. You assumed it was the guy who had been rifling through the sale bin. You moved over, giving him space to peruse. 

“No worries, man,” you said.

Though, you now heard him clear his throat. You looked to him, assuming he needed help. 

When you looked up, you were met with a slightly smarmy close-mouthed grin. It would make you recoil and avoid the person at all costs in a normal situation, but you couldn’t do that since you were at work. 

You slapped on a shit-eating-customer service-grin. 

“May I help you?” 

He cleared his throat again, and then he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well. I just wanted to ask you a question.” 

You raised your eyebrow, as if to say: And that is? 

He teetered forward on his feet, bringing you both in closer proximity to each other. You would’ve backed away, if you hadn’t suddenly come back to back with the R&B bins when you had turned to talk to him. The old wood of the bins creaked as you wedged in as close as you could to them. 

You kept your eyebrow raised in question, not letting your guard down.

“I’ve been coming here for a long time,” he said. “And when you started working here a few years back, I just had to start coming in more to see your pretty face.”

You felt your stomach churn. You didn’t like this. Though, you did notice him as a regular you’d come across on more than one occasion. He was near your age, but he made you feel completely unsafe. From the way he was looking at you, you didn’t have the best inkling about this conversation. The way this man leaned in, not respecting your apparent want for personal space—it was gross.

But, you weren’t afraid to shoot a guy down. You’d done it multiple times before. 

“Listen, dude, I—,” you began. 

He only stepped closer, cutting you off. You felt closed in. And, you tried not to let it show, but you kind of felt your edge fall. This was getting to be too much. 

“I-I-I’ve been working up the nerve to tell you that,” he continued. “For a long time. But you’re always in here with that cotton ball head.”

You felt personally offended on Josh’s behalf. Cotton ball head? 

And, of course this fucker would advance on you when Josh was gone to run an errand. Had he been watching for the moment Josh left? He had to have been. Hm. That wasn’t unnerving at all.

“Well, I appreciate your honesty and plainness, but I have to—.”

“Please, just let me take you out once?” 

As if to test the space, he stepped once more into you, cramming you into the crates uncomfortably. His hands gripped the wooden bins you could feel making dents in your back. His arms were effectively trapping you in. It all caused you to stumble back on the heels of your white boots. Thanks to the short skirt you’d decided to wear that day, you could feel the denim of his acid wash jeans against your exposed thighs.

Well. 

This man was turning out to be more difficult than you’d initially anticipated. You kept your eyes steady on the tie-dye print of his Sublime band tee. You didn’t want to look into his bloodshot, bug eyes again.

“Look, I’m really very sorry, but I can’t—.”

“Just one date.” He was starting to sound more stern, more threatening than you liked at all. 

You hadn’t heard the bell above the door ding the presence of someone new in the distance. All you could hear were the muffled sounds of your music in the background. It felt as if each of your ears was stuffed full of cotton. 

Your stomach churned in on itself again. You knew it was the result of the building anxiousness and alarm in this instance. It intensified when a pale hand lifted to touch your arm. Your skin was crawling. But, before it could touch you, it was harshly slapped away. The man’s arms both fell from around you.

Thank God. Josh was back.  

“You don’t touch her.” 

That wasn’t Josh’s voice. 

You looked to your left to see Jake. 

He was wearing a pair of sunglasses. The skin on his face and exposed chest was a warm glow of light brown. Within these small details of him, you’d recently come to find a sense of comfort. And every beautiful detail of him seemed to be on full display for you to admire. 

He had situated himself to be right next to you. He was ready to help you in any way you may need.

You tried to deny it, but in this situation all you felt was peace in the fact that he was here. 

Under normal circumstances, you probably would’ve rolled your eyes at him for interrupting something you were doing.

Though, in this situation, your growing understanding of Jake, combined with your natural human reaction to feeling protected in a scary situation — it made you want to fall into his arms and not let go.

You felt yourself gravitate towards him. Your shoulder came to touch his exposed chest. It sent a sweet shiver down your spine to be close to him. You could feel the cool metal of a couple of his necklaces on your bare bicep. 

It felt incredibly safe.

The customer was slightly taller than Jake, but you’d learned that Jake naturally gave off big dick energy. There was no other way to explain how Jake carried himself with such confidence. 

And, as you were witnessing at that moment, he apparently knew how to be very intimidating when he needed to be, too. 

That was one more thing you could add to the growing mental list of differences between him and his twin. The mysterious darkness that consistently loomed over Jake could help him be daunting and mysterious when he needed to be. Whereas, Josh’s sunshine-y, peaceful, and open-hearted nature just wouldn’t dare allow him that ability. 

“Listen, man, I was just asking—,” the man attempted.

“I don’t give a shit what you were asking her. You aren’t asking anything anymore.”

You felt a heat rise in you at his authoritarian attitude. It was hot as hell. 

The guy’s chest puffed. He seemed equal parts scared and indignant. The creepy guy wasn’t so creepy anymore as his bug eyes grew at Jake’s naturally intense presence. 

Because, the more you looked at him, you noticed the indignance seemed to be a mask for his fear. The guy had a slight shake in his lanky shoulders. 

You felt a warm arm that smelled like Jake pull your body further into his chest, away from the man in the Sublime shirt. Your golden sunflower necklace was now touching his own necklaces as your exposed cleavage touched the warm skin of his chest. His arm was still around you. You could make a cocoon in that place. 

Jake’s voice was stern with his next words. You felt them vibrate from his chest into yours, and into your ear nearest him.

“Get your fucking ass out of here,” Jake released himself from around you, and you instantly missed the closeness. Though, he used the new position to put an arm behind, shielding you from the man as he stepped between you and the tie-dye-guy, pointing a finger in the man’s face. “I don’t want to hear her ever speak of seeing you again. And she will let me know if she sees your sorry ass in here again. I can guarantee it because she sees me day in, and day-fucking-out. It’s a perk to living with a person. Don’t let it happen. I better not hear her say a damn thing about your ass.”

The guy held both hands up, as if to defend himself. He tried to maintain confidence, but his eyes held uncaged fear. 

Jake brought himself back around you, his arm around your waist this time. You didn’t know what had overtaken him to act so protective of you, but you weren’t upset over it at all.

You completely welcomed it. 

As your heated chest touched Jake’s own, you didn’t dare look to your rescuer. 

You distracted yourself by watching the man flee through the store. This store that had become your safe place for the past couple of years. You decided in that moment that you wouldn’t let some stranger take that safe feeling of the store from you. 

As soon as the green tie-dye shirt was no longer in sight, your senses came back to you. And rather than recoil from Jake, you only sunk further into him. You liked the safety. You softly put your head on his shoulder and you felt his hand come up to massage your neck as your head laid there. You saw stars at the sensation of his practiced hand. You briefly wondered what else the hand could do. 

Suddenly, the realness of your proximity to Jake was taking over. The warmth of your chests together became unbearable. You quickly stepped back from him, making a decent space between the two of you. 

You wanted to give him the biggest hug of thanks. You wanted to continue to wrap your arms around him until you felt like you were a part of him. He’d made you feel so secure. Hell, you wanted to give him a kiss of gratitude for stepping in when he did.

But you didn’t do any of that. 

Instead, you did your thing and pushed down any and all emotion you could possibly feel about Jake Kiszka. You remembered your annoyingly persistent looming thoughts of him from the past couple months and pushed them all away. You pushed those thoughts way down to the bottoms of your feet. 

He was still Jake. He was an asshole eighty percent of the time.  This situation and the few others as of late wouldn’t change that fact. 

And you wouldn’t dare allow any true emotion of yours to show in front of him. 

You brushed down your green floral skirt. You ran a finger at the hem of it as it touched your thigh, trying something else to gain a new sense of peace. It scarcely compared to how Jake had made you feel.

You couldn’t meet his eyes. You could feel him watching you. Your heart beat would not slow. 

You chose to look at his hair. You watched as he brushed a hand through his long waves. You noticed it still looked wet from a shower. 

You started thinking of him running his fingers through it to wash it. The soapy suds covering his fingers. The water trickling down his back and over his ass. The water that then traveled down his legs to pool at the bottom of the shower that you two shared. The same shower that he would wash his beautiful hair and body in… the same one you also stood in to wash yourself—. The thought got you all worked up for unexplainable reasons.

Stop thinking of Jake in the shower, y/n. Stop thinking of the fact that you share a shower. Stop it.

He pushed his sunglasses up, pushing his hair back with them. 

You didn’t want to talk about how your eyes trailed to his bare chest of their own accord, noticing his silky purple button-up that he’d rolled almost to his elbows. You noticed a couple pronounced veins in his arms, as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He wasn’t tall, but you had this feeling he was stronger than he let on. 

And dear God, you did not let that thought wander.

When you finally flicked your eyes up to his, you felt your body flush even more with the concerned look that painted his features. He was watching you carefully, his eyebrows turned in as he observed you.

Though, you wouldn’t let yourself give in to any emotion you were tempted to show. You stood straighter, and when you spoke, your tone was much sharper than you wanted it to be.

“I could have handled that on my own.”

His eyebrows reflexed and shot up. He put on a new demeanor and scoffed. “Oh. Yeah?”

You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear that had fallen from your hair clip. “Fuck you, Jake. You know I could have,” you shook your head. “I didn’t need your help.”

He shook his head, seemingly in an act of disbelief for your words.

“You are so fucking impossible,” he said. “You can’t even say thank you when someone helps you out.”

He had a point. You could have said thank you. It was the least you could do to be polite. But, no. No emotions. Ridiculously, a thank you seemed too personal. 

And yes, you really did realize how juvenile that sounded when you thought it.

“Telling you ‘thank you’ would feel oxymoronic,” you stated, putting down the air quotes your hands had made for words ‘thank you’. “With all of the other shit you’ve done since you oh-so-gracefully entered my life? Yeah, I’m not going to tell you thank you for one act of heroism that didn’t even need to happen.”

He seemed genuinely amazed, with both brows raised high. You chose to not think of how your words might’ve stung.

He stared at you for a minute longer, an emotion was sitting in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. 

“Tell Josh I left the line-up for Saturday on the counter,” he’d quickly, shortly stated the words in a way that was unfamiliar from past quarrels. He sounded. . .hurt?

And before you could say another word, his form was storming out of the store. The bell rung for the fourth time that day. Though, this time, the chime made you flinch. 

Had that seriously been hurt you’d seen in his eyes and heard in his tone? How did he even have the right to feel hurt by you?

The growl that escaped your mouth was definitely immature. But, he was the impossible one. You huffed and turned on your heel back to the vinyls you’d been so rudely cut off from stocking.

-🌼🌼🌼-

“Y/n,” Josh called to you from the counter. 

You sighed exasperatedly as you responded, “Yes, Joshua?” 

You wished you were simply being dramatic with the sigh you’d loudly released. But, your back hurt from being on your feet, stretching over bins all day. And, you were still feeling icky about the situation concerning the Sublime, tie-dyed regular from earlier.

And then there was Jake—who hadn’t seemed to leave your thoughts from the moment he’d walked out earlier in the day. 

You turned to Josh after you placed a Minnie Riperton record securely in its spot. 

You swiftly kicked the last empty cardboard box from the shipment up towards the front of the store. 

Josh knelt down to grab it as it seemed to slide right into his awaiting hand. 

He’d returned from his errand about an hour ago. The sun had been setting when he’d returned. You were borderline salty with him for being gone so long. But, you knew you were more happy for him than anything. He was finally seeming to go through the motions of making this passion of his and Jake’s a reality. 

As you walked towards the counter, you noticed he was pointing at something with a stupidly smug grin on his face. Your eyebrows crinkled as your eyes met what he was pointing at. You suddenly saw a small, potted, lavender plant sitting atop the counter. 

That was new. 

You rounded the opposite side of the counter from Josh. He was flattening the final box you’d sent his way, giving you an eye. You had seen the look he was giving before. It was the one that always seemed to say ‘I told you so.’

As you got behind the counter, you could feel his eyes burning into your skull. 

You hesitantly inspected the plant at first, but then saw the note that was tucked underneath it. 

Just thought this would look nice in our apartment :)

-Jake

Your heart leapt into your throat. It sat uncomfortably there for a moment too long. Guilt seemed to erupt in your chest as your heart plummeted back into it. The smiley face at the end set the guilt in even deeper.

The bell hadn’t dinged since Jake had aggressively pushed the door open to leave in his haste earlier. The store had been empty since, save for yourself and the soul music that had floated through the speakers all day. 

He had brought this little plant with him earlier. And you’d effectively chewed him out for no reason whatsoever.

Well, not for no reason, you reassured yourself. There was reason. There were reasons aplenty.

But, he could have at least gotten a thank you. And you hadn’t even tried to offer him that. 

Jake’s normally aggravating behavior was undoubtedly outweighed by your own unfair behavior today. 

He’d defended your honor and brought you a plant out of the blue. 

And you’d all but dismissed him.

Your stomach fluttered a little at that. He had defended you and thought about you upon seeing a lavender plant. The same plant you’d been wanting in the apartment. And he hadn’t just thought of you when he saw it, but he’d thought to bring it to you as a gift. 

And you hadn’t even given him a chance.

Not a thank you. For anything.

Well, shit.

-🌼🌼🌼-

As you waved goodbye to Josh from the driver’s seat in your car after work, you jetted off to your apartment. 

You were ready to get home and talk to Jake about how sorry you felt. You wanted to set things straight and maybe help him in enforcing this sort-of peace offering. There wasn’t one part of you that wanted to constantly be at odds with him. Being friends with him would be great. You couldn’t help it that you possibly wanted more, but you didn’t want to cross a boundary. 

It just seemed that he was ready to make this new adjustment to your relationship by being friendly, and you were ready to put your pride down for it. 

You also wanted to offer a thank you for the gift of the plant that you’d placed securely in the cup holder of your Jetta.

-🌼🌼🌼- 

You’d barely even graced the threshold of your entryway when you noticed him. 

Except, it was not at all a sight you wanted to see when you got home. 

Jake was blatantly breaking a rule. 

What was happening in front of you was the last thing you wanted to see, honestly. 

You couldn’t take your eyes away from him as he laid on top of a girl in your living room. On the couch you’d just fallen asleep on with him the night before. 

You were mad that he broke a rule, yes, but that was not the first thought that entered your mind. 

You were shocked by the sudden burning feeling of jealousy. Your chest was tight. Why were you jealous? You couldn’t stand this man. Yes, he’d appeared in a few of your dreams because he was sexy as hell. You virtually had no romantic feelings for him. . . Right? 

So why were you so obviously envious of this random girl that was lying on your couch with a man you had only grown to despise? 

The disheveled look of his hair made your stomach roll in a way you wished it didn’t. 

His shirt was completely open, his entire chest showing, heaving. And the same necklace that had pressed to your own earlier that day was now dangling between his chest and the woman below him. She actually went to grab it as you watched, pulling him closer to her.

Your left hand gripped so tightly to the potted lavender, it was almost enough to crack the terra-cotta. 

The woman was strikingly beautiful. . . and suddenly every insecurity you’d ever felt about yourself came into your head. You didn’t look a thing like this woman. 

This woman looked like a model, a certified bombshell. Her eyelids naturally drooped, the pupils of her big, blue eyes, blown wide, and her already-big lips were completely swollen. 

You wanted to vomit. You wanted to cry. You felt tears burning the brim of your eyes. 

You weren’t even sorry when your tone sounded so overtly snarky. Though, what you weren’t prepared for was the sound of tears in your throat, “Unbelievable.” 

You caught his eyes and the look you shared held so much weight. But why? Why was this suddenly tense for more reasons than just irritation that he was disrespecting the rules?

Why was the look in his eyes making your heart flutter? 

Had your appreciation for him grown past simply admiring the way he looked? Grown past the dreams that you thought had only been about the fucking? They’d been nothing more than that. Ugh. . . Right?!

The tears started making your eyelids feel heavy and you raced to her bedroom before you could chance him looking any deeper into your eyes. 

You didn’t want him to see you like this— possibly know the wave of thoughts and emotions you couldn’t even begin to understand. 

You didn’t have a clue where to begin with what you were feeling. 

-🌼🌼🌼-

For about 20 minutes, you glared at the plant that now sat on your dresser. You had reverted to anger, you refused to let any tears fall. 

You didn’t want to think any more about anything. You decided maybe just going to bed was the best option. 

Trading your work clothes for sweats and a ratty cropped t-shirt, you observed your bum-like appearance. But, you couldn’t care less what you looked like. All worries were getting pushed down for the evening.

When you went to open the door to brush your teeth, there was a knock on the other side of it. You blinked at the sound, but your hand stayed on the knob. You knew who it probably was on the other side. And you didn’t want to mess with him. 

Jake’s voice could be heard through the wood of the door, your assumption confirmed. “Y/n, you okay?” He asked it so delicately. It caught you off guard.

You only scoffed under your breath, not wanting to mess with his bullshit. His words didn’t need to be acknowledged with a response. He asked you again, and you still didn’t say a word. 

Standing there and ignoring him until he was gone seemed to be the best decision. He’d leave eventually.

You heard him sigh. He persisted,  “I just want to talk to you.” 

Glaring at where you imagined him to be  behind the door, all you responded with was: “No.” 

Jake sighed again, and his tone was still soft with his next question. “Why?” 

You removed your hand from the knob, and put your back against the door. You crossed your arms in defiance to him. “Fuck, Jake. I just don’t want to talk to you.” Your tear ducts welled with silent tears, much too close to falling. You couldn’t get the image from earlier out of your mind; you didn’t want to be talking to him about anything right now. Hearing his voice just made your throat feel tight. “Is that so hard to understand?!”

“What did I even do?” He uttered it so quietly, you barely heard it, muffled through the door. You were taken aback that he sounded a little sad when he said it. 

But you weren’t having it, not pitying him in the slightest. You didn’t believe this whole performance he was putting on: one where he could possibly care. He’d proven today that he could change his course of action pretty damn quickly if he wanted. 

All in the matter of a few hours, Jake had taken measures to soften your heart to him. Bringing the plant and helping you combat the predatory man had been great for you. You thought now that you could have finally been seeing him for the man he truly was. 

But then he’d been the one to harden it to stone all over again. He had totally sidetracked and betrayed you by having a woman on your sofa. 

Well, he hadn’t really betrayed you, per se, but the rules which you’d created. But it’d felt so much more personal. You were sure what you’d been feeling had been envy and resentfulness towards that woman on your couch.

But it wasn’t even her fault, it was your damned roommate’s. 

“Is she gone?” 

“She’s gone,” he replied.

You turned on your heel, and yanked the door open to face him. 

He had been much nearer than you were expecting. When you exited the bedroom, you were so close, you were almost touching him. 

You spared no time.

“For starters, I saw you breaking a big ass rule, Jake. You had a girl laid on her back with your tongue in her mouth. . .in the living room!” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. You took your hand away just as soon, hating how warm and velvety his bare chest felt to touch. Thanks to the woman from earlier, there were even more buttons undone than usual. “That’s not the type of shit I wanna walk in and see after a long ass day like today.”

He moved for you, not fighting it. He cast his eyes down, looking sincere when he muttered, “I’m sorry. I get that it wasn’t okay.” 

You hated how he seemed so calm and cool. It was crazy how he was putting on an act to make you think he was actually sorry. You didn’t believe his sentiment for a second. “Cut the act, Jake. Don’t be one way out there,” you motioned in the direction of the living room. “And then a completely different way right here.”

But all he did was stand there and apologize again. And this time? He had the audacity to look you in the eyes when he said sorry.

Your heart was racing. You couldn’t believe how well he could put this on. “Don’t apologize when you don’t mean it.”

“You don’t get to tell me whether or not I mean something I’m saying, y/n,” he corrected.

Your cheeks burnt at his tone, “I’m not trying to tell you if you —.” 

“You literally just told me I didn’t mean my apology,” he closed his eyes briefly and ran a hand through his hair. The Amber-brown of his irises was steely when they opened, holding yours when he snapped, “You’re not allowed to tell me what I mean and what I don’t.”

“Well, I’m confused, Jake. I just don’t get it,” you snapped right back.

“Get what exactly? How I could maybe, actually be a decent human being? It’s like you’ve made up your fuckin’ mind that I’m a terrible person.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, and grinned at him sarcastically. It honestly astounded you that he could be so dense. 

“First of all, I’d be entitled to think you’re an asshole with the shit you’ve said, the way you’ve acted. You’ve been inconsiderate from day one,” you held up a finger to show the number and then used it to jab into his chest. “And you just love to break every rule possible with women. I can’t even begin to process,” you ran both hands through your hair, and closed your eyelids to stabilize yourself. “But you also bring me a fucking plant to work? What in the hell was that anyway?” 

“I heard you and Josh talking about it, and thought it was the least I could do for being such an ass,” he sighed. “I know I haven’t been myself, but I’ve just been—.”

“Don’t just spout shit off,” you should have let him finish. You’d been waiting on him to open up for a while, but you weren’t in the mood right now. It took a second for the other piece of his response to sink in. “And I knew you were eavesdropping on that conversation!” 

He grit his teeth. “I wasn’t fucking eavesdropping,” he rubbed the back of his thumb against his forehead. His chest was heaving. “Don’t make me sound like a creep. I just used what I’d overheard to do something nice for you, and you can’t even appreciate it.” 

“Quite frankly, I did appreciate it, but I came home to— you know what? Nevermind,” you went to turn back into your room. “I’m going to bed. I’ll wait to—.”

“No.” 

You stopped in your tracks and faced him yet again. “No?” You were fuming. You were so tired of this. “So now you’re telling me what to do?”

“All I want is for you to say what you’re thinking,” he leveled, seeming just as vexed as you.

You shook your head and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, “I don’t want to.” You were being stubborn, you knew that. 

“This is what I meant earlier. You’re fucking impossible. I don’t understand how the hell you can get your panties in such a wad over literally nothing. Things like post-it notes and me slightly breaking these fuckin’ rules,” he groaned frustratedly. “It’s like your only emotion is this annoyance—this irritation directed only towards me. You barely show any other emotion. I can’t keep up with you only ever being angry at me,” the muscle in his jaw clenched. “God. Impossible is the only word for it.”

“My only emotion?! That’s just peachy, Jake. You’re the one who— it’s the fact that you have always— no! I’m not talking to you about this,” you barely turned when he grabbed your arm lightly in his grasp, stopping you as you were about to walk away. 

“Yes you are. Just tell me what’s going on in your head. Please,” he practically begged. “Give me some insight, dammit.”

Why was he so desperate to know? He was just insisting on you opening up so he could continue to push your buttons, you were sure of it. 

“Quit acting like you wanna know so badly.” 

“I brought you a fucking plant today, y/n. And I  got that dickhead to lay off of you. I was fuckin’ seething when I saw him cornering you,” he was still holding your arm, and at this point, you didn’t want to move it. Your heart fluttered at his words. Seething? “Obviously I care about you and what you’re thinking. Tonight was stupid, but it was just a little rule that got broken,” his palm was warm, and his thumb was making little shapes on your skin. 

You couldn’t argue all of his points, so you settled on the thing that started all of this. You replied, your voice quiet, “It’s not just a rule.” 

“Then what is it?” He inquired, so gently.

You were completely overheated, heart hammering so hard you could hear every beat washing through your ears. This was too much. You didn’t want to let him in. 

So, you yanked your arm out of his grasp, trying to escape the impending admission you didn’t want to say out loud. Then, you tried to make it inside your bedroom, away from Jake. Being around him was making your heart pound. You couldn’t trust it. 

You did make it to your room. But, just as you were about to shut your door, Jake placed his hand inside of it so you couldn't. He held it open, his arm above you was not doing anything good for your senses. You liked the feeling of him being all around you, but you felt like you needed to hate it. You didn’t know what to feel.  “It’s nothing, Jake. Shit. Go to bed.”

“Y/n.” 

“It’s just—I’m tired of there being all of these women in my apartment. In my old bedroom. You know your bedroom? Yeah, used to be mine,” you were starting to ramble, so you got back on track. “Um, on my couch. The same couch we’ve sat on to watch our show together almost every night this week,” you put both hands over your eyes, leaving them there with what you said next. “I just can’t stand seeing you with other women, and I hate the possibility of hearing you with other women . . . in my home, no less.” 

You’d said what you were thinking, your words had just rolled off of your tongue. You were absolutely biting the bullet by saying any of that. You didn’t know what possessed you to say those things. 

You really didn’t want him to know any of that. . . .Or did you?

He stood there, his arm still above you, his exposed chest was so close. He was so close. His wonderful cologne seeped into your senses. 

You didn’t break eye contact, even after he pondered, “What are you trying to say?” 

“I don’t fucking know. Nothing. Ignore it, Jacob.”

You tried to push the door closed, but he kept a firm hand on the inside of it, not letting it close just yet. Your skin prickled, but you took that moment to let yourself admire his deep, brown irises that hadn’t looked away from you during your confession. You loved the way the sharpness of his jaw accentuated the way it clenched. You observed the muscle as it moved, for maybe a moment too long. 

You couldn’t think of anything else to do except step in his direction. His breathing stilled for a millisecond, but he took the chance to curve his body to be a sort of shield around you. You touched your chest to the lower part of his. You felt your cheeks heat pink at the proximity. 

But, as soon as you did it, you backed away. You couldn’t take it. He was intoxicating. What were you doing?!

“I’m just upset. I don’t know!” You moaned. “Maybe I’m a little jealous. What are you gonna do about it?!” 

His beautiful brown eyes raked over your figure, making goosebumps cover every piece of your skin. 

Jake slowly moved his arm off the door. Then, he grabbed your waist, one hand at a time. His hands were warm when they wrapped around the bare skin at your midriff, exposed by the crop top. He looked in your eyes briefly, the moment completely frozen. Your combined breathing was all you could hear. 

Then, he met your lips with his. 

You faintly whimpered at the feeling. His lips were so soft. Fuck. He wasn’t even using his tongue yet, letting only his lips do the work. He pushed his bottom lip through the middle of yours. 

He backed you both into your bedroom, never coming up for air. When the backs of your knees finally hit the end of your mattress, you moved to breathe. You stared intently at his lips, swollen from kissing you. Then you moved your eyes up, where his own were already waiting for yours to meet his. 

This undisclosed moment seemed to be a chance to meet each other for the first time all over again.

You sat down on the bed, and Jake sat next to you. It felt like you were a teenager, still learning what it meant to be so near to someone in a new way. 

But he didn’t let it stay that way for long. He placed one steady hand against your cheek, your hair falling over it. He cradled your face and then kissed you again. 

You angled your body to make it a little easier for you both. It wasn’t long until he was doing the same, except he was better, smoother at the transition than you had been. He moved you up the bed, ever so slowly. His lips staying on yours to whole time. 

However he moved his body, you did the same until he was positioned above you with his arms and wavy locks acting as a cover for your head from the outside world. 

You pulled away for a second and situated your back to lean against a few pillows at your headboard, giving yourself some height and him some leverage. 

Everything was Jake at that moment. And truly, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

You took a little while just to look at the man above you, admiring how beautiful he truly was. He was like a piece of art that was so intricate in its strokes that you couldn’t pull your eyes away.

He slipped one leg between both of yours, adjusting his weight to settle halfway on the mattress and halfway on you. He started kissing your neck, eliciting a sigh from you. His lips felt so purposeful against your skin. He finally let his tongue sweep against the side of your neck. 

“Fuck, you taste sweet,” his voice was the raspiest you’d ever heard it. Your legs shook just a little at the sound. 

Then, you felt something against your hip, and you knew exactly what it was. You angled away slightly and looked up at him. His eyes were so dark when he said, “That’s what you do to me.” 

You flushed at his words, your heart pumping quickly. All you wanted to do was move your body to rub against it, so you did just that. He released a low growl at the feeling. 

“Y/n, dammit,” he sighed, his breath warm against where it was on your neck. “You don’t wanna do that.”

So, you did it again. This time, you did the motion just a little more deliberately, letting your hip grind into it.  

Still kissing your neck, he nipped at you, holding his teeth there for a few long seconds. 

He met your movements and pushed his hard dick in slow circles against you. It made your breath catch in your throat, and your eyes roll back.

“Jake,” you moaned. 

His face came up to yours, and he took that time to find your lips again. This time, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You whined at the feeling and you used your own tongue to find his. 

He sucked on your upper lip, while his tongue came out to lick the underside of it. You could only imagine his mouth in another place as he continued to draw your lips to his. Your clit twitched.

He groaned into your mouth, and you dazedly opened your eyes to get a look at his face. His were still closed, and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. 

It was one of the most attractive sights you’d ever seen. He seemed so focused, so intent on his task. It made you squirm in the best way.

He placed his body completely over you now. He settled himself right on top of you, his hips connecting with your own. The feeling of his firm cock against your clothed pussy was fucking amazing. He rolled his hips down into yours, making you whine the loudest you had so far. You saw a knowing smirk grace his features, and he did it again. The friction was just right against the growing wetness in your pants. 

He kept his arms on either side of you, but stopped his teasing to move down just slightly to lift your shirt up. 

You raised your arms for him, and he took it off. The bralette you’d worn that day was still on, and he didn’t make a move to take it off of you. He did, however, bite his lip as soon as he saw your pink, hardening nipples through the nearly transparent lace. 

“Your tits are just as pretty as I knew they’d be,” he said, seeming to actually be in awe of your body. 

You felt his words everywhere, and your breasts responded to him by your nipples growing to an even firmer peak.

His hand covered your right breast, over the heated flesh and the thin material of the bra. His hand felt incredible touching you like this. 

He lightly squeezed, and rubbed a thumb over your nipple. He kneaded your breast, which earned a pleased sigh from you. 

Then, he skimmed the same hand over the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Except this time, he placed his mouth below your jaw, licking a line from your chin to right below your ear. Your toes curled at feeling him in two different places on your body. 

The sensation that came with being so close to him was exhilarating. His hands floated from their position on your body, skimming down your sides. His body moved with his hands until his mouth was at your belly button. He licked around it, and then delicately kissed your stomach, right below.  

“And I love your soft belly,” he breathed, then he went even further. 

And finally, he was right next to the place that wanted his mouth most. Your body thrummed, your skin flamed at him being so near to your most secret place. 

And at that moment, as you felt your folds pulse, impatient waiting for him. . . It all set in what was happening. 

You blinked a few times to bring yourself back to reality. This couldn’t happen. This was not at all what should’ve been happening. 

“Jake, stop,” you choked out and looked up at the ceiling. You couldn’t let yourself look at him anymore for fear of not letting him stop if you do. 

And he had to stop.

You didn’t want to move, truly, but you knew you had to. You edged up the bed, away from him. 

And when you glanced down momentarily, he looked completely dejected, but stayed in the place he’d been before. It made your heart hurt.

“Wh-what?” He frowned, trying to understand the situation. 

But you couldn’t wrap your mind fully around it, so you looked back at the ceiling and placed a hand over your eyes.  

“Just go, please,” you suddenly felt tears brimming, and just like earlier, you didn’t want him to see. “Go.” 

“Y/n,” he tried. You felt his hand lay against your calf, but you pulled your body away from his touch. 

“Go, Jake!” You replied, admittedly too harsh.

And just as a tear slipped down your cheek, you heard the door to your bedroom slam shut.

-🌼🌼🌼- 

The following morning wasn’t a happy one as you laid in bed. You hadn’t had a dream come to you. Your sleep had consisted of tossing and turning, never able to get fully comfortable.

You were being taunted by your thoughts, contemplating everything that’d happened recently. All of the small things, and last night’s event. . .

Currently, your mind was all the way back at your first meeting— when you’d seen him that first night with Josh, the way he’d lured you in instantly. 

Then, you thought of the dreams that came so often. . . And the way he pissed you off constantly. 

Though, at the back of your mind were these small, sacred incidents.

There was the ‘thank you’ he’d offered on game night, so many weeks ago. You still didn’t know why he’d decided to say thank you. He hadn’t had to say that. He sure hadn’t done so until that point.

The night he ordered and picked up the pizza after your argument, and still wanting to sit with you and eat it after you’d berated each other about pizza toppings. 

Then, when he’d started spending some nights with you on the couch, watching New Girl. You’d noted how his proximity to you continually grew as the nights went by. The blush on his cheeks when you’d told him you were excited with him, the grin that would come on his whole face when he talked about his music. 

The night before last when you’d accidentally fallen asleep in the middle of an episode, your head having somehow landed on his stomach. He hadn’t moved you, only nudged you awake gently, not being forceful, how his voice had been soft. 

The way he’d stayed to look at your nearly-naked body in the hallway that one night. The way you’d had the time to appreciate his sharp features, the curves of his body. It made your cheeks warm to think of how you two had unabashedly stood there appreciating each other’s bodies.

Then, there was the defending you in the record store that you’d genuinely appreciated. And you hadn’t had the decency to say thank you. What if you had? Would the display on the couch have welcomed you home? Would you have ended up with him in your bed? 

Yet, somehow the plant was the action of his that stuck out the most to you. It seemed so personal. It was a sweet thought that he hadn’t needed to act on, but he still decided to. 

Your heart fluttered as you thought of all of these things. He really wasn’t the worst guy. Yeah, he had a tendency to be a massive jerk, but how much of that stemmed from his past hurt?

Last night was a kicker. Your dreams had been so close to coming to life when you made out. Your lips had touched his, you’d felt his dick against your side. . . he’d been so close to you. You were sure you’d never be able to forget the feeling of him against you, with you. And oh, and the way his hands had held your breasts. He’d known exactly what he was doing.  

But, ultimately, you had crossed a line you had told yourself you wouldn’t. One, Josh was your best friend (besides your sister, of course) and if something happened between you and Jake, and it went wrong, you didn’t want to chance losing Josh. 

You also didn’t want to be another woman in Jake’s life who could possibly destroy his dream by getting in the way of it. You had to admit, you cared too much about him to let that happen. 

You ultimately made the decision that maybe it was best to avoid Jake for awhile. 

The sound of your phone buzzing came from your bedside table, interrupting your train of thought. You grabbed it, seeing who could be texting you. Thankfully, it was only Elsie. 

Elsie, 8:59 a.m.: Meet somewhere to find outfits for tonight?

You groaned, and held a hand to your forehead. The show was tonight. You blew out a breath. It had been the farthest thing from your mind since last night’s event. 

Fuck.

Going to the gig didn’t seem like the best idea. You didn’t want to be that close to Jake so soon after last night. You weren’t sure what might happen.

You needed to make it clear to him that you were drawing a big, fat, dark line in the sand. Only friends. Only roommates. Would going to a show support that stance? You didn’t think so.

Except, Elsie was going out of her way to be in town today to attend it with you. You had to go, just to be with her. And supporting Josh was a huge deal to you. 

You groaned again, but sent her a quick response agreeing to going shopping. 

If you went tonight, you’d just have to make sure to stand far away from the stage. If you were far enough away, you could watch it, text Josh about it, and then dip out quickly.

As you got up to get ready to go shopping with Elsie, you hoped all could go according to this shaky plan.

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a/n: i’m afraid there will soon be a hitch in reader’s plan….. ohhh nooo… 😏😈

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